Page 78 of Sycopation
Zavier couldn’t look away from Ray. “Are you asking me to join your band, Ray Van Zeller?” Maybe his voice was a little too playful, but fuck it.Thishe’d tease Ray about until they were old and gray.
Ray got his lovely blush. “Seems like I’m always asking you that question, rock star. What’ll it be?”
He huffed a laugh. “Best times I’ve had in my musical career have been touring with you guys. Yes, I’ll join your band.”
There must have been enough fans in the venue—or maybe that was the crew—but a cheer went up outside a few seconds after the echo of them talking. Zavier straightened out in his chair. “That’s not for us, is it?”
The noise got a little louder.
“Yeah, I think it’s for us,” Dom said.
Which meant the press would have fun with that. But hey, it was good news, not moreHas Van Zeller Lost It?shit.
The DJs finished the interview and the band got ready for sound check. Somehow they managed to pull together a versionof the Boss’s anthem that was also very Twisted Wishes. It was challenging to do and they read each other so well as a band. The VIP guests loved it. Ray was shining in his element and the day was bright.
In the back of his mind, Zavier knew Carl was lurking, but until the asshole struck, they’d revel in their sound and the crowd andeverything.
With the world lifted off his shoulders and music in his veins, Ray was a sight to behold. Zavier would certainly do his part to keep him like that—and relish every moment, breath, and moan doing so.
After the sound check, they headed back to the lounge and dressing rooms. Dom ducked out to the bus for his book and Mish was hanging out with the crew, which left him and Ray alone as they made their way to the dressing rooms. Ray gave him a look that was sly and full of teeth, and slipped into one of the rooms. Well now, someone wanted a little action. Zavier followed and shut the door.
Ray leaned up against the vanity on the far side of the room. “I figured we had a few moments by ourselves.”
“So we do. Which makes me wonder why you’re over there and not kneeling at my feet.” Zavier pointed to the floor in front of him.
A lovely blush crept up Ray’s neck, and he was across the room and on his knees in an instant.
Good. While they’d set ground rules, they hadn’t talked about how they’d start scenes, especially given the limited time and privacy they had. Zavier ran his fingers through Ray’s hair. “You can always kneel if you want to play, Ray. Or ask me to fuck you, or however you wish. But if you don’t want to, simply say ‘red’ and I’ll back off.”
“Safeword for even starting?” He looked up. “I’m saying yes now.”
Indeed, he was. Large pupils. Slight trembles. All that lovely tension. “I don’t want to be manhandling you and pressing you against a wall if that’s not your thing. Consent is sexy.”
Ray smiled. “That—I want that. Yeah, maybe not always, but I promise I’ll tell you if it’s too much. Or the wrong time. But please, please, surprise me. I need—” He took a breath. “I want to surrender. Make me.”
Oh, that was just too good to pass up. He tightened his hand in Ray’s hair. “You remember how I taught you to touch yourself?”
No nodding—his hand was too tight in Ray’s hair. “Yeah. I remember.”
“Get your dick out and show me.Slowly.”
He didn’t loosen his hold in Ray’s hair, but Ray obeyed—and nearly perfectly, too. Took that hard cock out of his pants and into his hand and stroked its length so slowly. Teased the head. Pressed into the slit. Twisted and slid.
He panted. “Can I touch my balls?”
“Yes.”
Such a show at his feet. Ray, his eyes closed, his mouth open, jacking himself off. Fondling his nuts. If they didn’t have a show in a few hours, Zavier would have whipped out his own dick and fucked Ray’s mouth.
Ray hissed. “Fuck.” Oh, he was close. Tempting to let him come, but even more to let him dance on stage and sing unsatisfied.
“Stop.”
Ray flicked his eyes opened and sighed, but he stopped. And that was lovely, too. The obedience. “You’re gonna make me wait.”
“As I said before.” Zavier stepped in and pressed his hard length against Ray’s face. “And you’re still not alone in that.”
Ray nuzzled Zavier’s jeans-covered shaft with his lips and nose. “You should wear leather tonight.”
