Page 8 of Wild Stars

At best, I’ve got a body built by cinnamon rolls and a wallet that nowhere near reflects the amount of success someone like Mateo Starr does.

The band’s only been with Casualty Records for a little over a year.We’re still trying to find our footing, and while we’re more than lucky to be signed to such a fantastic label, we’re the new kids, and therefore, we don’t get as much attention, or money.Yet.

I try not to think about the truth, for fear of losing my erection.

Instead, I lose myself in thoughts of dark eyes, perfect lips...

I mean, Matty is fucking hot, and I’m pretty sure I’m not the only man in the world who’s jacked off to the thought of the guy.

It doesn’t mean I likehim.

I don’t even know him.

Not to mention in the limited memory I have, he was kind of being a dick.

Still, all thoughts of bitter Batman aside, it doesn’t take long for me to come.I’ve gotten pretty good at pleasing myself this past year.A few strokes and thrusts while I think about those perfect lips, and I’m over the finish line pretty quick.

A part of me worries I’ll never actually find someone, like in the stupid songs about fairytale-written love sense, and the other part of me worries that when I do, they won’t live up to my unrealistic expectations, or I just won’t be satisfied.

Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.

So, for the time being, I just focus on doing what feels good, what feels right, and continue to write about, hopefully, finding someone someday who can handle all of me.

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I pileinto the red Malibu with Richie.Spike and Ines speed off on their bikes, while Penny utilizes every Uber or Lyft she can and bills the label.I know we could do the same, but there’s something genuine about staying true to our roots.Richie bought the car with our first advance, and it’s as much mine as it is his.

But he’s a way better driver than I am, so I don’t fight him when he plops into the driver’s seat every time.

Within seconds, we’re speeding off toward the highway as I poke around the radio stations, finally stopping when I settle on a station playingMage Of Mercy’s newest hit,Satellites.

“I’ll fly across space and time, baby, if it would only make you mine.I’ll fight the asteroids, dispel the meteorites, baby, nothing can keep me away from my...my satellite...”

Matty’s deep vocals are like smooth, black velvet.My brain turns to mush a little as he breathlessly sings his words, and my cock twitches.

Nonchalantly, I adjust myself as I let out an agitated sigh.

“That wasMage Of MercywithSatellites.God, it’s so good to have new music from Mateo and Hailee Starr again, don’t you agree Tiffany?”

I roll my eyes as Richie speaks up.

“Something wrong?”he asks, and I glance at him from my seat.

I curl my legs up, wrapping my arms around them.I hate sitting like a normal person, it feels uncomfortable.

Memories of Matty’s dark Batman voice reverberate in my brain.His authoritative tone, his bite.

I purse my lips.

First chance meeting my idol and I fucking blew it.

And all the contents of my stomach, no less.

Fuck, I’m hungry.

“You ever meet someone you admire and immediately regret it?”I murmur.

Richie sighs.“Does this have anything to do with Mateo Starr?”he asks.

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