Page 51 of Feuds and Interludes
I rolled back on my hips, pulled my legs into my chest, and turned to the side. I’d felt quite exposed, but when I saw his smoldering dark eyes and satisfied smile—and got a load of his fully naked anterior and his fully erect cock—I was pleased with my efforts.
“Any more requests?” I asked him, licking my lips. “I’m happy to take care of you.”
He held out his hand. “Come here,” he said. I took his hand and turned to face him, taking my own minute to admire his physique.
He didn’t have a six pack, but his external obliques were cut nicely and he had a wide chest. His arms were toned and he wasstrong.Sostrong. Thick thighs supported an ass like you might see in a pair of sportsball pants. He was much less hairy than me and his taupe skin was so lovely.
His face, though… so many contradictions. His deep brown eyes were so intense with a nearly permanent furrowed brow, he could be mistaken for cold, and I kind of loved that when we were alone, his features would soften so that his kind and vulnerable side would appear. His eyebrows would raise in concern, his lips would part the slightest bit when he experienced pleasure, and his lids would drop. And his smile… I hadn’t thought he could possess such a sweet, sometimes bashful expression. He’d opened himself to me in so many ways that had nothing to do with sex. But since that was on the menu, I was going to look—and take—my fill.
“You work out, don’t you? Like a lot?”
He shrugged and pulled me to standing. “Not hardcore or anything, but yeah. Strength training gives me more energy. Iused to think it was all about running until I puked, but that’s not what’s best for me.”
“Running sucks. Working out sucks. Why can’t I be like our grandfathers? Drink, smoke, get up on stage and work my ass off, repeat.”
Shane laughed. “I think Pops would give that plan the thumbs down, and didn’t John pass away from lung cancer?”
I knew there was a bit of a scolding there, but he was gentle. I sighed. “Yeah, you’re right. Sorry, I know I sound like a whiny bitch. I just need to let it out sometimes. I’ll get used to my new normal. Eventually.”
He pulled me into his arms. “You can always vent to me, Boone. I get it. Pops had a really hard time with it too.”
I rested my chin on his sternum and looked up at him. “You sure you want another damaged rockstar on your roster? Seems like you have your hands full.”
He laughed. “We’re about to both have our hands full if our grandparents are serious about this relationship.”
I sighed. “You know, now that I’ve quit having a fit about it, I’m actually happy for them. Gran has been awfully lonely since Papa passed. She doesn’t show it, but when I’m gone on tour, I worry about her.” I stroked the back of Shane’s head, loving the feel of his scalp. “And finding this…with you? Why would I stand in the way of her being happy?”
Shane gazed at me with those deep brown eyes, dark as coal and so intense, but now, with us standing in the dim light from the windows and the bedside tables, his usual grim countenance had softened, and instead of his frequent scowl, his expression was almost peaceful.
“Honestly, hearing him go on and on about her all these years, there was a part of me that was a little envious. Love and I haven’t been on the same page for some time, and I think at first I was selfish about it, like come on, old man. He’d been marriedtwice, and though both times he kinda got screwed, he wasn’t always the best partner. Meanwhile, I tried to do everything right and it didn’t seem to matter.”
“You don’t have to do everything right with me, Shane. We’re both going to fuck up, you know? But if we remember this, how this feels…”
“Yeah. It feels good. Scary good.”
“So good. Scary, but good.”
“Let’s not stand in our own way,” Shane said, stroking my hair.
“Let’s not.”
And something shifted right then, the two of us standing in an embrace, naked, tentatively embarking on something big that was alternately terrifying and the greatest thing to ever happen to us.
Shane held me closer, and I rested my head on his shoulder, and though there was no music playing, we swayed together, our bodies moving to the rhythm of our souls searching the other out, filling in the holes, bridging the chasms left by hurts of the past, building a terrace upon which we could stand together as more than new lovers, more than partners in song, more than grandsons with legacies to uphold. And when he kissed me, it stilled all of the quivers and tremors threatening to weaken my resolve.
“Are you ready to take me to bed? I’m asking fully understanding that you might not be, and that’s okay with me.”
Shane frowned at me for a moment, and then he stepped back. “Fully understandthis, Collins. You give me that ass, I’m never gonnanotwant it. Don’t give it to me unless you want it to be mine.”
Fuck me.“That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.” I was breathless, my brain about to short out. “Don’t take it unless you intend to keep it,” was all I could think to say in response.
Shane groaned and reached down, cupping said ass, squeezing it and pulling me to him so tight our erections were trapped between us, straining against each other.
“I want it,” he said, biting down on the tendon of my neck. “Please, Boone.”
“Take it.”
I don’t know what I expected when I made the offer, but it was not the tender and sweet lovemaking that commenced. Shane prepared me so carefully, murmuring in my ear as he stretched me enough to take his thick length.
