Page 98 of Counterpoint
Of course he would. “How ’bout hearing us play? Like, come to a rehearsal?” Dom could ask him to the concert, but that was too far away. He wanted the band to know Adrian and Adrian to know the band now.
The pause was much shorter this time. “Babe, you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to hear you play. That trip to the Met and that one night you played for me only made it worse.”
God, he’d loved playing that Renaissance guitar. The timbre and sound. He huffed out a laugh. “I hardly played anything at the Met or at your place.”
“But you played, and it was lovely and I’m selfish and want more. I want as much of you as you’re willing to give me.”
Dom shivered. Everything. He wanted Adrian to know everything. “Okay. How about tomorrow? We usually go from midafternoon into the evening, so you could come by after work—and I’ll introduce you.”
“I—Yes. I’d love that. Say between five-thirty and six?” Joy in Adrian’s voice. Excitement.
“Yeah.” Dom rattled off the address. “I’ll leave a note at the front desk. You should be able to come up to the floor we’re on, then.”
“Thank you.” A purr of words that made Dom shiver and slide a hand down his belly, and stop at the waistband of his boxers.
He should have been in bed, but that was empty and lonely and he never slept well there. He often slept on the couch in his living room. He could pretend he was on tour and fall asleep. Sometimes. “I miss you.”
Adrian grunted. “I do, too. I think the space is good, though. I read the article. Listened to your songs. Watched videos. I don’t think you’d have liked me doing that with you around.”
Definitely not. Dom loved hearing Twisted Wishes songs when he was out, and it was even better if people were nodding or singing along, but to sit there and listen when Adrian heard those songs for the first time? When he decided whether helikedthem? No.
Still, he had to know. “What did you think?”
“They’re really interesting.” The way he said those words, though—there was honesty there. Like Adrian actually found the songs thought-provoking or something. “I need to listen to more. You guys are amazing in concert.”
Now,thatDom liked. “Good. Shit, I was afraid you’d think they were crap.”
Adrian blew out a breath. “You know my friend Jackson from work?”
“The personal trainer dude.”
“He’s notreallymy trainer, but yes. Anyway, he knows music better than I do, and he recommended your songs. Said the lyrics especially would catch my attention.”
“That’s because Ray’s fucking brilliant.”
“But so are the rest of you. I’m listening for your guitar, Dominic.” There was a pause. “And I’ve been reading that magazine article and some of the interviews on the web. Each one might start as Ray’s notes and lyrics, but it takes all of you to make those into a song.”
“Fuck, you have been reading! That’s like one of Ray’s sayings.”
Laughter. “He sounds like a good guy.” Then a sigh. “But if you do want me to come to your practice tomorrow and meet everyone, I should go and get ready for bed. I have work in the morning.”
“I’d rather talk to you all night.”
“And I’d like to tie you up, make you beg for my cock, then drill you down into my mattress.” Adrian’s voice was wicked. “But we don’t always get what we want.”
Hard in an instant, and painfully so. “Fuck, Adrian. That’s unfair!” He palmed himself through his boxers.
A laugh that was dark and delicious. “Good night, Dominic. I adore you.”
“You adore teasing me.” Dom slipped a hand under the waistband and stroked.
“That, too.” Adrian’s voice dropped in volume and tone. “You’re already jacking off, aren’t you?”
Dom groaned in response.
“Mmm. There’s a sound I love. I’ll be thinking about that all night.” He whispered, “Good night, babe.”
“I fucking love you.” Wasn’t exactly what Dom had planned to say. But he was hard and needy and he missed Adrian with all his soul.
