Opening Act

Caidon Jeffers stood out in the parking lot of the Anderson county fair in Garnett, Kansas and watched the band play. They were good. Tight. He liked them. Not too pop. Not too bluegrass, but not totally traditional. A Torquere Press Chaser - 1

It worked for him.

Which was good, considering they were gonna front him next week somewhere in Nebraska. Joe

had asked him to start touring, saying he needed more exposure, and Joe had this great band and...yeah. So, Kansas. The best thing was that little guitar player. He was all over the place, just hopping around like a bitty bug, practically humping the whole band. Caidon wondered if the guy would hump him. He sucked back the rest of his plastic cup of beer and wandered away from the crowd, pulling his little backstage pass out of his shirt so he could go light up back behind the stage and wait out the

encore number.

The crowd went wild, cheering Joe's name over and over as the lights went out, the band

bebopping down the little ramp, hooting and laughing. That guitar player stole the smoke right

out of the fiddle players mouth, earning himself a swat on the ass.

Goddamn, he was cute. Hot. Whatever.

Caidon reached out and shook Joe's hand, grinning wide. "Good show, man."

"Thanks, buddy. Feels good, having them sing my songs." Joe had somehow gone from tall, dark

and geeky to tall, buff and blond. Weird. Still, it seemed to be working.

He didn't stare. Go him. "I bet. You lit up, man."

"Thanks. You still wantin' to come along with us?" Joe groaned as some chick in a hoochie mama halter and hair that was a danger to herself and others started trying to herd him over to a

little table to sign autographs. "Spud! You grab me a beer, man?"

The little dark-haired guitar player got pushed away from... was that the drummer? Jesus. "Sure,

man. One sec."

Wandering over, Caidon grabbed a beer out of the cooler, glad to have a longneck instead of a

plastic cup of warm piss. "Spud, huh?"

"Yup." He got this grin that just wouldn't quit, muddy green eyes just shining in the lights. "Lead

guitar. You're Caidon? Pleased to meetcha."

Lord, it was the Energizer Bunny on crack.

"Nice to meet you, too." They shook, those guitar calluses Spud had feeling pretty damned

familiar. Caidon had his own.

"Cool. You'll have to play us your set and shit, Joe says you're real good."

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"Spud! Goddamnit! Bring me a beer." Those eyes rolled, Spud grinning like a fool. "That man needs a valium or a hand job in the worst fucking way." His eyes went wide, and he watched that little ass swing as the kid took Joe his beer. He had to wonder who was giving out the hand jobs and who was getting them... The bass player and the fiddler player were leaning on a fence, drinking, watching Spud walk with these indulgent damn looks. The fiddle player nodded to him, grinned under that handlebar mustache. "Don't mind Spud, man. He's just friendly." "Yeah? I don't mind friendly. You saw a mean fiddle, by the way." And the fiddle player dressed right, in jeans so tight you could count his pulse. "Thanks. You're Caidon, huh? I'm Steve, this here's Jason. Besides us there's Al on the drums and Tracy on steel guitar." "Pleasure. Y'all sound tight." They looked tight, too. He hoped he wasn't gonna screw things up. He had a nasty habit of wanting things his way. Ah, Hell, they could kick him out of the tour if they had to. "We been together a long time. Shit, I don't think Spud's ever spent a night off the bus." Steve snorted into his beer as Jason hooted. "Likes the road, does he?" He kept his voice even, not even chuckling, though it was a near thing. "Only things Spud don't like is groupies and mornings. Other than that, he's easy." Jason gave him a wicked-as-shit grin, eyebrows waggling. “Shit. Spud’s like our own fucking personal mascot.” The long, lean hand that wasn’t holding the steel guitar was offered over. “Tracy Lynd. I’ve heard your stuff. I like it. Welcome.” "Y'all stop telling tales." Spud bounced over, hopped up on the fence post, sorta like a monkey. "Joe's charming the ladies." "That's his job." Caidon thought that was the drummer. He was the oldest of the lot, but still a decent looking guy, and he had a great twinkle in his hazel eyes. It was almost like they all had this in-joke. Caidon just sucked on his beer and sat back to watch. "Yup. Better him than me, huh?" Spud grinned and they all laughed, the fiddle player reaching into Spud's back pocket for a pack of smokes.

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Caidon lit up another one, listening to the rhythm of their joshing and poking, keeping half an ear out for Joe. He just needed to ask one more time if Joe was sure about him coming out and playing. "You're awful quiet, man. You good?" Spud had himself some pretty eyes, light green and sparkling. "Huh? Oh, just getting the lay of the land." He'd finished his beer and stubbed out his smoke, so he put his hands in his pockets and shrugged. He wasn't good at the aw shucks thing, but he had the quiet and looming down pat. "Oh, we're easy to get along with. Just don't replace the good coffee with decaf and watch Joe if he's drinkin' whiskey." "Oh, Hell. I know that. I've known that boy for a long time." He winked, just thinking of the time that Joe decided to go skinny dipping in his Uncle Josh's farm pond. One of the water moccasins had popped up, right between Joe’s legs and Joe’d feared for his goddamn balls. The whole band laughed, drawing around him and trying to get stories out of him, teasing and poking and just being damn friendly. He was knee deep in a story about Joe and a mean as Hell rooster, smoking one of Spud's cigarettes, when Joe finally got done schmoozing and came on over. "Jesus Christ, I have to go work for an hour and you shit-heads are telling tales out of school!" Joe slid right in, lighting up, laughing as Spud stole the Camel right out of his mouth. "What? You're the stud they all pay to see." Caidon winked at Spud and handed over one of his own smokes, trading it for a newly opened beer. "Yup. We're just the band, baybee." Spud's drawl made the bass player spurt beer from his nose, the tall, spiky-haired guy tackling the little shit and taking him to the ground. There was a thump, a tussle, and goddamn, he would swear that was some humping. "They always like this?" he asked Joe. "Nah. They're worse when they're drinkin'." Joe looked a little like a proud daddy, looking over his clan. "Uh-huh." Lord, lord. This one gonna be one Hell of a ride. He clapped Joe on the back. "Sure you still want me?" "Shit yeah. You're my bud, man. It'll be good for both of us, huh? Get some exposure, some cash money." Joe sure didn't look like he was blowing smoke up anyone’s ass.

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They both looked over as the drummer grabbed Spud's legs, the fiddle player taking the man's arms and dragging Spud over toward the bus, laughing their asses off. He lifted an eyebrow. "Sure I won't be interrupting the orgy?"

"Spud's usually pretty quiet, man." Joe tilted his head. "'Sides, I thought you were. I mean, I

didn't think you'd be all. Well, shit."

"I'm not." Poor Joe was choking on his words, and Caidon didn't want that. "I mean, I'm not upset or anything. I just don't want to get in the way of anything. You know? You got a good thing going. But if you'll have me, I'll come along." "Oh, man. There's only Steve and Spud that's really queer, huh? The rest of the guys is just... Uh.

Dipping their wick." Joe winked. "It ain't cheating with Spud, you know."

"You think?" He needed another beer to mull that over. "So when do you want me on board?"

"You got plans for the weekend? We got a gig in a little honkytonk in Independence..."

Spud's laughter rang out, footsteps thumping in the bus.

"Well, it's that or hole up in a hotel for another week. I lost my apartment." Man, he was

sounding like a whiny hard-luck idiot. "So I'd be glad to get my case and come along."

"We'll give you the clean bunk. Don't take the one under Spud, no matter what the boys say."

"Got it." Bending, he reached for another longneck, popping it and sucking it down. "I'll get my

guitar, then. And Joe? Thanks. I mean it."

Joe clapped him on the shoulder, head shaking. "That's what friends are for, man. Just remember

my ass when we both hit the big time and we need to have a public brawl for publicity."

"Yeah, yeah. I got your back." And he remembered watching Joe's ass a lot, back when. Even if

Joe hadn't known it. "Don't leave without me. I'll be back in an hour or so."

He'd get his case and join the insanity on the bus and forget his fucking woes for a while.

Somehow he didn't figure it would ever be boring.

*** "Spud. Giddup." He groaned as somebody poked him. Man, he was comfy.

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"Spud."

Poke.

"Shh. Sleeping."

"Spud. Dude. I gotta pee. Giddup."

Oh, man. His jaw was sore. Must be with Steve and the trouser monster Steve called his prick.

Man, to deep throat the man you had to sort of unhinge your mouth like a snake.

"'Kay. 'kay. Damn." He rolled out of the bunk, stumbling a little as he tried to figure out which

bunk he could crash in. Oh. There. Good. He slid in, cuddling up against somebody warm and

naked. Yum. Good.

"Mmmnh?" That voice was low, growly, and uh...wasn't Joe. Not Al...

"Shh. Sleepy. Early. S'okay." He petted a soft, fuzzy belly, humming as he dozed. Be nice, now.

Tired.

"What the Hell are you doing?" He got a little shove, a little shake. Man, someone was grumpy.

"Uh. Snuggling?" Oh. Dude. Shit. New guy. Fuck. "Sorry."

He backed out, tripping over his own feet and landing with a smack on his ass. Ow.

"Why are you snuggling with me?" The new guy had sticky up morning hair, head hanging out

of the bunk so he could see.

"Because you were in the bed? And because I forgot about the whole new guy thing." He was

used to being able to land anywhere and not get growled at. "No offense meant."

"Uh-huh. Well, you don't have to run off." Oh. Hello. Well, damn.

"Yeah?" Okay. Cool. "Didn't mean to like, shock you. Honest." He held one hand up, letting Mr.

New Guy help him up.

His feet actually dangled a minute, and then he slid right into the bunk. Okay, so the guy was as

tall as Joe, but stronger.

"Thanks." He wasn't sure if pushing close was bad, but he figured... Oh. Yeah. Fine belly. He

fucking approved.

"You gonna tickle, or pet?" What the heck was the guy's name? Camden? Cooter? Caidon. That

was it.

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"Pet. I'm not into tickling. Just touching." He stroked, fingers teasing all the way down. "Well,

and sucking. And other stuff. But touching's good."

That big body shifted against him, hot as a furnace. "Uh-huh. Good. I like the touching."

"Mmm. Me, too." Spud just hummed, cuddling in and playing song after song on that fine skin.

"You going back to sleep?" Caidon didn't feel sleepy at all against him. No sir.

"Mmm. Maybe after." He rolled over on top of Caidon, rubbing nice and slow. He did love him a

big man.

"After what?" Oh, now the man was laughing at him. But those hands cupped his ass just like they were supposed to, dragging him up that body in a slow slide. "After..." He hummed, lips sliding along Caidon's jaw. "After this."

"Hey, I don't know where that mouth of yours has been." Caidon nipped at his chin, teeth sharp

as a cold morning in Tennessee.

"I didn't try to kiss you. I know the rules." He never kissed the guys. Well, maybe Steve. Once. When they were both drunk. But kissing got his ass kicked and he was the littlest one. When the guys kicked his ass, it hurt like a bitch. "Yeah, but you see, I like the kissing. Too bad." He got a sharp pinch, one that made him jump. One that made him think mornings weren't all bad.

"Yeah, me, too. Whatcha gonna do?" He nuzzled into Caidon's throat, licking and tasting, letting

himself go to town.

"Wait until you've brushed your teeth?" He got a soft chuckle, those hands moving, squeezing

his ass cheeks, sliding along his thighs.

Oh, now. That was fucking funny.

Spud snorted and spread a little, groaned as they found themselves a rhythm.

Naked, hot, slick skin. Was there anything better in the world? This guy was a little fuzzy, a lot

warm, and really good at rocking those hips.

Not to mention well-hung, not that that was a deal-breaker, because they had Steve for that, but

still.

Nice.

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Heavy.

Fully hard.

"Uhn. Right there, honey." And nice and sensitive, too. He'd barely rocked down.

"Mmhmm." Spud pushed again, and then one more time, starting to feel it in his lower back. He

got some help, Caidon grabbing his hips and pulling him up and down. Man, that was kinda hot, not having to do all the work. It gave him the chance to bend his head, get his lips around one dark little nipple and suck hard. Mmm. Salty. Hard. "Good. Oh, that's good." The talking thing? So might be a problem if it woke the others all the time.

Still, that was Joe's problem, not his. He just hummed happily and sucked harder, eyes closing as

his hips started to jerk.

"Mmmhmm. That's it." Well, at least Caidon wasn't getting any louder. Just more rumbly, and that was kinda fucking sexy. Spud switched nipples, using his teeth a little before setting up a rhythm again, pulling good and hard. "Uhn." Yeah, the man was really getting into now, humping up and pulling him down, giving

him some fantastic friction.

His cock jerked, balls drawing up like stones. Jesus fuck.

"Uh-huh. God, I can feel you. Come on."

He could feel Caidon, too, harder and harder, that cock like a brand against him it was so hot.

Ready to blow. He wasn't one to deny himself, so he just gave it up, shooting hard, jerking

against Caidon's belly.

Like two seconds later, Caidon was right there with him, coming hard against his thigh, wet and good. The man was hot as a two-dollar pistol. "Mmm. Better." Man, he was hoping to get a good long snuggle.

"Uh-huh. Works for me." One big hand patted his ass clumsily. "It's too fucking early to be

awake."

"Uh-huh. Nap. There'll be good coffee later."

"Promise?" Man, the guy already sounded half asleep. This? Was gonna be the perfect snuggle

bunny.

"Swear to god."

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He so did. *** There was some damned fine coffee later. He had no idea who made it, but Joe was the only one up and about when he rolled out of his bunk, leaving the little guy sleeping with a blissful smile on his face. Joe was sitting on the little couch up front, strumming an old acoustic and scribbling notes. Caidon grabbed a "Kiss the Guitar" mug and filled it up, going to sit in the little barrel chair across the way. "So. Am I going to have the whole band trying me out in the next few days? Or is it just Spud?" "Hmm?" The perfect, pretty boy face sorta made him want to pop Joe one, just to see the man bruise. Honestly, it would be good for the son of a bitch. "Oh, just Spud. He don't mean harm; we use his bunk for storage." "Yeah?" He grinned, settling back in the chair and letting his legs stretch out. Good old Storage Spud. Man, that was a little creepy. "He bunk with you, too?" "Nah." Joe blushed a little, actually looked away. "Well, once in a great while, maybe for an hour, but not usually." "Uh-huh. Just long enough to get a hand job?" Wasn't that what Spud had said Joe needed? He sipped his coffee, staring at Joe's scribbles. "Hey. If it's Spud, it ain't cheating, right?" "You said that before, yeah." Bullshit, was his idea on that. But he didn't have no one to cheat on, so it was okay. "He's a helluva guitar player, too, just so you know. Only has to listen to what you want once." "Yeah, I could tell he had talent, man. I'm not trying to be down on him. I just want to know the lay of the land. Not put my foot in it." With a condom he might consider putting something else in... Joe looked over. "Spud's... shit, I don't wanna say he's convenient or nothin', 'cause that sounds nasty. He just... He's real friendly and feels safe with us, yeah? Nine times out of ten, he just wants to laugh and share a smoke and not sleep alone." "Okay." He could see Joe was getting uncomfortable, so he waved at the notebook. "Whatcha writing?"

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"Working on the new album." The notebook got shoved over, Joe picking out the melody. By the time they got to working on the chorus, they had a bass player and a fiddle player sitting with them, playing along. They had some good, tight harmony, but he was relieved to note that his voice slid right in, so it was gonna work out just fine. Eventually they were all out there, Spud and the steel guitar player holding each other up.

He grinned. Man, they looked like they'd had a lot harder night that he had.

They were tight as hell, though, and they let him right in, arguing good-naturedly about the

bridge, about whether or not wild had two or three syllables.

"What, are you from Oklahoma, Al?" he teased the drummer. "It's clearly three."

"Shit, he's from fucking Oregon!" Spud drawled that out like the man was from New Jersey or

something.

"Well, there you go." Laughing, he nudged Spud's leg with his toes. "That might as well be

Canada."

"God save us all." Al rolled them rheumy eyes, looking like a basset hound ready for a nap.

“Ain’t that God save the Queen?” Spud twanged the guitar and winked.

“No, asshole. That’s for them Brits.” The drum sticks made a ba-dum-bump sound.

Steve snorted, Joe hooted and they started again, playing away.

By the time they wound down, his stomach was rumbling and his fingers were all but raw from

picking. "So what do we eat around here?"

"The guys'll stop for McD's or something, but there's lunch meat and chips and shit in the

kitchenette, for snacking." Joe grinned, looking like king of the fucking world. "And there's

enough popcorn and pretzels and shit to choke a horse."

"Man, we need some eggs and bacon and stuff." He liked his breakfasts at noon. Cracker Barrel,

Waffle House, whatever.

"Sure, man. Just make a list. We all put in for stuff and then draw lots for who shops." The

mandolin player sounded about as Tennessee as they came and Caidon'd bet good money the man's daddy was a lawyer. "Sounds like a plan." He scratched his belly and wondered where the hell his shirt was. Oh. Spud was wearing it.

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Man looked pretty fucking good in it, too. Goddamn. He coughed and pulled the guitar someone'd given him back up on his thighs. Just in case he started to show. Spud gave him a quick look, a grin, then the fiddle player tackled Spud sending him rolling over. Caidon almost growled, but managed to keep it to himself. They were used to having a Spud to play with. Who was he to get all pissy about it? Deflated him good, though, so he got up and handed the guitar off, wandering toward the little galley kitchen. There was a ton of random crap in the little fridge and enough beer for a liquor store. There were cabinets, too, each marked with a name. Spud bounced up against him on the way to the coffeepot. "You need one, too, huh? Tell Joe."

He didn't want to mess with anyone's stash. He headed for his bunk. He thought he had some

peanut butter cheese crackers in his bag...

"You okay, man?" Spud followed him, warm and solid at his elbow. "You need a sandwich or

something?"

He kinda jumped when Spud touched him. Man, he'd been on his own a long time. "Huh? Oh, I

got crackers. I can wait until we stop to get something bigger."

"I got powdered donuts..." It was offered like that was something gourmet.

"That sounds pretty good." He smiled a little, taking the offer in the spirit it was given. "I have

peanut butter cheese things."

"Cool. We can share." He got a quick grin, a wink. "You sound good, man. You get heard by the

right folks? You'll hit."

"Thanks. I'm harder to market than Joe, you know? He's got the All-American boy thing. But

he's earned it, every bit." That was one thing he had no bone to pick with. Joe was good. "Come

on, let's eat."

*** Man, playing in a tent during a huge assed rainstorm? Made for big assed crowds. Big assed crowds that smelled like wet dogs and were sort of grumpy. And in that beer-bottle throwing place. Still, big-assed crowds. The label liked that.

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Spud ducked a flung Bud Lite, grabbed the smoke out of Steve's lips. "Jesus. They're gonna

storm the stage."

"No shit, man. We need to wrap this up on something they like..."

He nodded and wandered over to Joe and Caidon where they were finishing up some power

ballady thing. "Guys. They're gonna behead us. Luckenbach, Texas and we can head for the

hills?"

Please.

Chances stated that, eventually, one of them bottles was going to hit.

Joe and Caidon looked at each other a minute, then nodded as one. "You bet, Buddy," Joe said.

Caidon just winked. "Pussy."

"Yeah, you deal with the five hundred-pound Teamster in the front row who offered to let me

ride his fist in return for a steak dinner." Let Caidon put that in his pipe and smoke it.

"Oh, such a hard to resist offer." Caidon switched guitars, nodded at Joe and started the first bars

while Joe introed the song. That grin was a fine thing. So was the sweat on Caidon's chest and collarbones. Of course, he didn't have long to admire, because playing and ducking and smoking all at once was a talent. You just couldn't gawk at the same time.

Hell, even Caidon and Joe had to dance, ducking ice and beer and all manner of even nastier shit.

It was like that scene in the Blues Brothers or something. They hustled off stage as soon as they

could, and said fuck the encore.

Caidon pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and took a deep drag, not bothering to hand it back.

Spud chuckled and got his guitar in its case, staying as much out of the rain as he could.

"Come on, man." Steve was pushing him along, and Al practically picked him up, hurrying him

along. Okay, what had he missed?

Shit. He could hear it, now. Someone had made it through the fence, and damned if he didn't

hear Caidon's distinct growl and the thudding of flesh on wet flesh. All of them swarmed to help, but hell, Caidon was doing fine on his own, kicking ass and taking names. It was fucking hot. There had to be some advantages to being built like that, he guessed. Aside from the whole sex thing, which was good, too. Caidon took down the five hundred pound fisting machine, and

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boom, security was there, pushing the remaining assholes back, leaving them all standing and

panting. Caidon? He had a split lip and was grinning like a newborn fool.

"Dude! That was fucking cool. Did you lose my smoke?" He hooted and applauded, hunting

another smoke.

"Yeah." Cadion blinked a little, wiping his mouth. "Get me one, too, yeah?"

"No problem." He stepped closer, pulling Caidon out of the wet. "You okay?"

Oh. Camels. Fucking A.

Now.

Lighter.

"Uh-huh. Better than I have been all night. Fucking assholes." He got another grin, a little less

wild, but all happy.

He lit up and handed a smoke over, heart pounding a little -- okay, a lot, but mostly in his prick,

which was hard as all get out.

"Thanks."

Steve brought them a beer, and Caidon even smiled at him, which was kind of a rare thing. It was

like bonding, or something.

Pretty cool. He found a dry spot and perched, lighting up his own smoke and watching the

lightning flash. "Dude. That's one hell of a storm. Did the Teamster want a piece of your ass,

Caidon?"

"No, I think he wanted yours. Somehow he thought I was the guy to beat for it." Staggering

when Al clapped him on the back, Caidon took a long pull on his longneck, lips closing around

the bottle in the best way.

Spud took a second to try to figure out whether that was a good thing or not, then Steve started

making pack-the-bus-and-go-to-IHOP noises. He got to watch those long, long legs and that fine

ass a minute as Caidon pitched in to help, and hello!

Man, maybe Caidon would be interested in a long, slow game of post office.

Joe swatted him hard. "Come on, Spud. Quit staring and get to work."

His heinie was gonna bruise. "Fuck you, man. I ducked lots of beer bottles tonight."

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"Only because you were egging them on," Jason said, the bass case sliding into the bus. "Come

on, man. Sooner we get this done, the sooner we can get out of this place and find food."

"I'm working." Egging them on, his ass. He was just doing his thing. Assholes.

He caught himself growling and blinked.

Man.

He needed to get laid.

And possibly drunk.

Or drunk and laid.

Dude, that was a good goddamn plan.

Steve rushed him, arms out to tackle him right to the wet ground, and both of them were left

blinking as Caidon swept him out of the way like a bullfighter with a cape and just laughed as

Steve went rushing past.

Oh, someone so just earned himself a blowjob. "My hero!"

"Yeah? Well, you can prove it later. Help me with this amp." That look told him someone knew

what he was thinking, too.

"You got it." He could prove it. Prove that and some other shit and.

Wait.

Did that make sense?

Spud muscled the amp into storage, growling as the top of his hand scraped along the hinge and

tore the skin. "Damn." It wasn’t his fucking day.

"Shit, honey. You gotta watch that." Grabbing his hand, Caidon ran a rain wet thumb over it.

"You got too good of hands to tear up."

"Damn bus bit me." The touch was almost as good as the compliment and Spud jonesed on both.

"Mmmhmm." Lashes lowering, Caidon pulled his hand up to that fine mouth and kissed the

scrape. "Well, no more biting unless it's the fun way."

"Sounds like a plan." Goddamn. Wasn't it time to get on the bus yet? Like now? He could smell

Caidon; hell, his fucking mouth was watering.

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"Hey, break it up. We just have to load the last of the stage shit and we're out of here." Was that

Steve sounding kinda pouty?

Weird.

"I'm helping, man." He had been.

Helping himself to a piece of lead singer. Uhn.

Caidon patted him on the ass before wandering over and grabbing Steve by the arm. He couldn't

hear what they said, but soon enough Steve was laughing, lighting up and sharing a smoke, so it

must have been okay.

He headed in as soon as the bay doors were shut, heading for a towel. Christ, he was water logged. Kinda getting cold, too.

Everyone else was stripping off, too, wet denim slapping the floor. Joe was making coffee, and

there would be Jack to put in it, so life was good. And when Caidon came in and pulled off his

shirt, well, Hell. That was good to look at.

He dug into his bunk, tugging out sweats for guys as he hunted a pair for him.

A very bare all over Caidon went by, and the man came back wearing a pair of loose pajama

pants. Woo. And was that a little rub on the way by? He thought it might be.

He found himself a pair of hundred year old sweats and wandered, looking for a lap or a leg or

something to perch on while Tracy gathered up seven pairs of wet jeans and draped them over

tables and counters and shit. If he was hoping for Caidon's? Well, sue him.

"Hey, come and sit." Sure enough, Caidon just happened to have room for him in the barrel

chair. Score.

Spud cuddled right in, happy as a pig in shit. Joe chuckled and grinned at him, stretching out.

"That was fucking wild, man."

"Bullshit. That was insane." Man, Tracy could growl, especially with his hands full of wet

Wranglers. Mandolin players never had any fun, even when they were playing steel guitar.

"Hey, it was a good night. Nobody died." He liked the way Caidon's voice rumbled up in the

man's chest. And the fuzziness of said chest.

"Nobody died and none of the equipment fried." He hummed, just about settled. "Steve-o even

got a lady to take off her bra."

Al snorted into his beer. "Only because he sprung a happy over that cowboy in the front row."

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"I didn't see that. I was busy trying to avoid Mr. Happy Fisting Teamster. Jesus." Spud shivered

and Caidon hooted and Tracy made fake gagging noises.

Joe just shook his head. "Only you, Spud."

"What? Do I have a sign on my forehead that says 'Easy'?"

The "Yes!" was sorta resounding and universal.

Damn. Caidon pinched his leg, just laughing like a fool. Shit, even the new guy was in on it, now. He was fucking abused, man. Abused. Of course, he'd sort of rubbed off all over Caidon a few dozen times and that didn’t feel a damn thing like abuse. What could he say? The man was a master snuggler. "...or not?" Caidon was saying, popping him on the ass again. Damn. Did he have a target back there? "Hmm?" He wriggled, that little sting hot as all fuck.

"I said are we gonna stop for food?" They were all looking at him like he was the tie-breaking

vote.

"Uh..." He blinked. "Do I have to get up?"

"Not if we hit fast food. Or, Ace can call ahead to the IHOP and get it to go." Ace was the driver,

and a truly decent human being, for all that he shaved his head and had tiger stripes tattooed on

his scalp.

"Then sure. I'm all about food." Well, that wasn't exactly true.

They all put in their IHOP orders, and Jason took it up to Ace. Al wandered off to bathe, and Joe

called his girlfriend. In fact, everyone but Caidon got busy doing something.

That was a damn shame. Not. "How's the lip?"

"Huh? Oh, not bad." Now that the crowd had died down he could feel something prodding him,

Caidon getting interested in where his ass was planted.

Spud did a little wiggling, a little rubbing. hoping to keep that attention. He hadn't been good and

prodded in too fucking long.

"Mmm. You know, it's half an hour to the nearest IHOP. I know this highway..."

"That's a great start..." Would saying 'your bunk or mine' be too cliche? Did he care?

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"My bunk is clean." Hey, he didn't even have to ask. And they had sweats. Easy on, easy off.

"I'm in." He hopped up, flashing Caidon completely by accident when the butt of his sweats

caught on Caidon's fingers and dragged down.

"Woo. Not yet. And hell, I bet you like the bottom, too." Caidon was right behind him, hands on

his ass, pushing and sliding, rubbing where it seemed everybody on the Earth had swatted him.

Sorta made him all warm and happy.

"I like it all." He crawled into the bunk, cock sorta slapping his belly as Caidon tugged his sweats

right off.

"I bet." Caidon slid in, pants left behind on the floor, and pulled the little curtain. "Now, this is cozy." "It is." He reached out, hands sliding on that fuzzy belly. "Fuck, you're fine."

"You think? I like the feel of you well enough, that's for sure." The man surprised him then,

kissing him good and hard, something they hadn't touched on at all.

Oh. Oh, shit. That was. Goddamn.

Spud groaned and wrapped right around Caidon, their tongues sliding together, sharing the

flavors of hops and tobacco. Caidon cupped his head in those bruised up hands, holding him still

to take the kiss even deeper, harder. Made his lips tingle.

Oh. Oh, fuck. Hot. Every single inch of his skin was fucking awake, buzzing, needing. The man

was just like a flame. Hot and stinging and so good for what was cold in him. Yeah. Damn.

He started rocking, humping Caidon's leg slow and steady, cock leaking something fierce. He

hadn't needed like this in... Well. Hell.

"Goddamn." Caidon broke the kiss, panting and grunting, moving hard against him.

"Yeah. Yeah." He blinked, staring into Caidon's eyes, heart pounding like mad.

Smiling right into his eyes, Caidon reached between them, grasping his cock and stroking, thumb

rubbing his own wetness into his skin. "What do you want?"

"You." Okay, stupid, but true. Really true. He wanted to feel Caidon all over.

"You want me in, honey? Want me to fuck you?" Oh, God. That was... fucking tempting.

"Is ‘yes, please,’ the wrong answer?" Because he couldn’t think of another one, no sir.

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"Nope. It's just the right one." Caidon worked them around so they lay on their sides, face to face, and reached past him to the little shelf on the back wall. A little tube dangled in front of his face. "Get yourself ready?" "Hell, yes." He took the tube, slicked his fingers up real good, and twisted, slicking his hole. He

didn't do this much, nobody but Steve ever wanted to, but Caidon? He wanted Caidon in.

He needed to feel that heat, all nice and settled inside him.

Needed it. Damn.

He heard the crinkle of something else opening, too, and looked down just in time to see Caidon

cover that pretty cock up with a condom. Good man. Spud leaned over, took another kiss, jonesing on the way Caidon's lips sorta clung to his. Caidon pulled him in, one hand sliding around to cup his ass, long fingers playing at his hole. "Almost ready?" "Uh. Uh-huh." Oh. More. Damn. "Want."

"Me too, honey. Me too." One finger slipped in alongside his, helping him open up. He slid one

leg over on top of Caidon's, spreading, letting the man in deeper. Caidon pulled a little, tugging

at him and he moaned, arching up like a cat in heat.

"That's it. That's it, honey. Just like that." Oh, God, that finger pegged his gland just like that,

making him buck and cry out.

"Again?" He rolled his hips, trying to get that little zing of electricity.

"Like this?" There. There it was again. Jesus. That just sent a shock wave through him.

"Uhn." He hoped that sounded like a yes.

It must have, because Caidon worked him until he thought he was gonna lose his mind, in and

out, just pushing him open so good. That finger finally pulled out, though, and the man tugged

his wrist, pulling his own fingers out, too.

"Now, honey."

"Yeah. Yeah." He hummed, shifted until Caidon's cock was nudging behind his balls.

"Mmm." Oh, that growl shivered right through him. Then Caidon was pushing, slipping right

into his hole, his muscles tightening, then relaxing to open up.

"Oh." Everything in him shivered a little, then Caidon sank into him, balls deep.

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Perfect fucking fit. Goddamn. Yeah. Caidon started moving, in and out, pushing into him so good that all he could do was let it rock him right to his toes. He'd give up breakfast for this any fucking day of the week. Spud stretched, begging another one of those kisses, because damn. He got what he asked for and then some, his lower lip all but splitting under the pressure of that hot mouth, giving them matching split lips. Caidon moved them, thrust like there was no fucking tomorrow. They moved fast enough the sheets liked to burn him, humming and buzzing against his skin. Caidon had the sort of brute strength that you just had to go with, just take it all in. If you fought it, you'd end up hurt. If you went with it? Fuck, the pleasure. He reached down, grabbed his cock and started pulling, jacking himself good and hard. "No. Mine." That growl echoed through the little berth, Caidon knocking his hand out of the way and grabbing his cock. Oh, Jesus. He blinked up into those dark eyes, belly so tight it hurt, even as he nodded furiously. Yes. Oh, fuck him. The world went white-hot and bright, their mouths slamming together again. Kisses. He could fucking die happy. Caidon stroked him off and stroked in him and soon he could feel that thick cock throb in him, Caidon groaning into his mouth so loud. Everyone was gonna hear that. He'd worry, if the top of his head wasn't incredibly busy popping off. Goddamn. Ka-boom. Caidon held him tight, hand closing around his cock like a vise. The man was just a powerhouse of hotness. He shook through the best motherfucking orgasm in the history on orgasms. Oh, shit. Yeah. When could they do it again? Caidon kissed him good and hard, holding him close, hands sliding up and down his back. "Fuck, yes, honey." Spud just nodded, going all baby-headed and wobbly. "That was fucking amazing." He so approved "Uh-huh. Damn." The man just kept licking his neck, kissing his jaw, not letting him slow down. Not really. Spud lifted his chin, just giving it up. Dude, that made things tingle that he'd never felt before. Pulling away for like, half a second, Caidon got rid of the condom and cleaned them up a little, but then that big body was on him, rolling him beneath. That wasn't a kiss. It was a tactical invasion. Good thing he was all about giving it up. Spud opened right up, just gave Caidon all the big bastard asked for and a little he didn't.

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They never even slowed down. That freight train just kept on rolling, Caidon's lips pressing hard on his, those hands sliding all over him, leaving little stinging spots that were gonna be the prettiest bruises. Hell, yes. It was fucking easy -- to forget the band, the road, the IHOP -- so he went for it, sucking on Caidon's tongue, fingers tangled in that thick hair. A low growl answered him, Caidon starting to hump, that heavy cock still hard as anything. Jesus. That was impressive. Spud met Caidon's eyes, groaning at the heat he found there. The man just devoured him. All the way. Kisses, hot looks, hands that found his most sensitive spots. So damned focused. On him. Jesus. He. Oh, wow. Damn. "Good." "Mmmhmm. Damned fine, honey. So hot." Yeah, hot and sweaty and the best kind of yummy. This wasn't just sex. It was a feast and God knew he was starving for it. "Uh-huh. Don't stop, now. You're something else." He took another kiss, eyes rolling as Caidon's tongue pushed right into his lips. Hell, yes. The man didn't stop. No, sir, he kept going. Just going and going. Yeah, like the Energizer bunny. Things slowed a little when the bus stopped, the desperation slowing to heady, drugging kisses. Christ, he was. Yeah. Fucked. Caidon reluctantly pulled away finally, cock still hard against his thigh. "Food, I reckon." "Yeah?" They could eat later. Now. He was easy. Spud leaned down, lips wrapping around one of Caidon's nipple. "Uhn." Caidon's hands slid up and down his back. "Uh-huh. We could. Or we could have a nice tease and eat and then come back and fuck some more." "Uh-huh. Nice tease. Eat. Fuck." He approved. Spud tested that hot flesh with his teeth, nipping just a little. "Fuck!" That long body arched, Caidon shaking for him, good and sweaty and all muscle. "Yeah..." Oh, somebody liked that. Fucking cool. Spud switched nipples, bit again, tugging a little, tongue flicking the hard tip over and over. "That... damn, honey. I. Damn." Shit, someone liked that a lot. Like shaking for him a lot.

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He nodded, sucking harder, tongue working the tip, knocking it against his teeth. He figured Caidon'd feel him all day tomorrow, feel him every time that shirt brushed Caidon's skin. Shivering, Caidon flattened both hands on his back and pulled him closer, hips starting to roll fast and desperate. So much for slow and lazy. Fuck, this was... He.. Oh, wow.

Spud just kept pulling, working that tiny bit of flesh as best as he could.

Damned if Caidon didn't cry out for him, cock pulsing against his hip as the man came hard.

Wet, hot, and very hard. Amazing. Spud was seriously considering keeping this one because

damn. He let that pretty bruised nipple go, blowing a line of air right across it. Pretty pretty.

"Shit, honey. Gonna kill me. You needing again? I bet I could get you off in no time..." Caidon

flipped him on his back and grinned down at him, licking his lips.

"You think so." Spud grinned right back, stretching up tall and offering himself right over.

"Uh-huh." There was no teasing at all. Caidon just dropped that mouth on his cock like a bomb,

closing him in the hottest, wettest place he'd ever been.

"Oh, fuck yes!" He threw his head back, biting off his scream as his hips pumped. That man had

a mouth that was like Heaven. Or maybe the gates to Hell. Either way, what bliss. Caidon sucked

him all the way down, right down to his short curlies, and then started bobbing up and down.

He started babbling, entire fucking world shorting out. Fuck, he hadn't had... It had been... Sweet

fuck.

One big hand cupped his balls, rolling them in their sacs, just pushing him and pushing him.

Caidon sucked him like he was sucking the chrome off a bumper. Just full out, no stop.

When he shot, the top of his head damn near came off, all that was left of his good sense

shooting out the tip of his prick.

A low growl sounded, vibrating about him, and Caidon licked him clean before kneeling up to

kiss him. Hard. Oh, hell yes. Caidon tasted like him. Like sex. Like them. Fuck.

When Caidon finally pulled back they were both breathing hard, and sweaty, messy and happy.

Grinning like fools. "Food?"

"Uh-huh." He licked Caidon's lips, nodded. "Food. Then snuggles. Then we can do it again."

"You know it, honey. We got all day." Hell, they had a good long while.

"Mmm. Sounds perfect." Spud nodded, stretched. Fuck, life was good.

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Damn good. ***

"Hey, Spud! Wanna go to the rodeo? We don't play until tomorrow night. We could hang out and eat corny dogs." Steve bounced on over, those Wranglers as tight and fine as ever, cigarette dangling from Steve's mouth, cherry just bobbing. He was about to open his mouth to answer when Caidon wandered out of the hotel room, too, tapping a smoke out of a pack and handing him one. Shit, that man was a brick shit house. Caidon smiled at Steve from under his black hat. "Sorry, man. Spud is otherwise engaged." He lit up and took a drag, letting it burn all the way down as he nodded. "Yeah, we're going to go

for a wander; mingle with the locals and all that happy-happy. Eat a funnel cake for me, though."

"Oh." Steve's brows went up, sorta like 'huh'. He blew out a stream of smoke. "You're getting

right down anti-social, man."

"Am not. I just been busy." Hell, they saw each other all the damn time on the bus, on stage. Just

not so much in the bunks lately. Him and Caidon, they were busy. Real busy.

"Busy. Yeah." The corners of Steve's mouth turned down and those pretty eyes looked so sad,

made him feel like a goddamn heel. "Have a beer with me tonight?"

"Sure I will.” Of course he could. Goddamn. Steve was his pal. “Catch me when I get in." He

met Steve's eyes, winked. "You go find you a beautiful cowboy to play eight seconds with."

Steve snorted. "Yeah, yeah. Okay, see you later." He got a grin before Steve wandered off. That

man never could hold a grudge or nothin'.

Caidon glanced over. "That gonna become a problem?"

"Huh? Steve?" Steve wasn't a problem. Steve was his friend.

"Hey, I'm not being nasty, honey. He just likes you a lot, is all." Caidon patted his butt. "Ready

to go play?"

"He's a good guy." He nodded, grinning from ear-to-ear and leaning into Caidon’s touch. "Hell,

yes." Hell yes, he was ready.

"Cool. We can stop and get a cooler of beer, maybe hit the river or something."

Oh, that could be fun. Skinny dipping!

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"Man, it's a great night for that. We got some music, huh? We can dance under the moonlight." "You bet. We can get a bucket of fried chicken..." That grin just eclipsed Steve and everything else, those clear, weird colored eyes twinkling. "Oh! Some brisket." "Uhn. Brisket and coleslaw and yellow potato salad..." He bumped their hips together as they headed to the little shiny truck. "There you go." That hand traveled over his ass again, squeezing a little. "Man, I could eat a horse. I swear, it's good to get off the bus and stretch the legs." "Yeah. I've been out with Joe for a long damn time. I never know what to do when he goes home for a couple weeks and leaves me to my own devices." "Yeah? Well, I do." Caidon gave him a wicked look. "I can think of all sorts of shit I can do to you… I mean, that you can do. Oh, you could even come home with me, see the old homestead." Caidon paused, shrugging. "Not that I have one. But I have a hometown." "Yeah? Where?" He let his fingers play for a second in the small of Caidon's back while they headed for the truck, the touch hidden by the shadows. He could go with Caidon. Just see stuff. "Oklahoma. Just outside Edmond. Which is close enough to be Oklahoma City, I guess, but small town type." Caidon hummed, muscles tightening under his hand. "Yeah? I'm from near Nacogdoches, in the Piney Woods." He liked Oklahoma, well enough. Well, unless you were talking football. "That's pretty country. I had a friend down at Stephen F. learning animal husbandry. We used to drive down there to watch the lumberjacks play." They slid into the truck, both of them humming now, the same tune, the one Caidon and Joe had been working on. He settled, fingers itching for his guitar a little. It was weird, having three days off in a row. Made him a little twitchy, down deep. "Hey, you got ants in your pants?" Caidon popped his thigh, leaving a little sting, before just taking off and driving. They were just gonna go until they found something cool to stop at. "You've seen what all I got in my jeans, man." Spud grinned, just bouncing away. Him and Caidon, they were seeing all sorts of things. Together. "I have. I like it. But man cannot live on that alone. Something bothering you?" Man, those eyes didn't miss much, settling on his hands where they were kinda playing air guitar. "Nah. I just. You know how you get used to working and then you're off and your body's going ‘dude, it's getting close to show time’ even though your brain's going, ‘it's an off night, stupid’?" His hands needed a guitar.

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It took a few moments of Caidon staring at him and not the road for that to sink in. "Yeah. I can

get that."

"Cool." He nodded and grinned, relaxing some. Weird, wasn't it? How just knowing someone

else got you meant you could chill the fuck out? Brains were weird goddamn things.

They drove for a bit, singing with George and Alan and Tim on the radio, before Caidon pulled off at a barbeque place that had a convenience store attached. "We can get food and beer. Life is good." "Fuck, yes. I'll grab the beer and some ice and smokes, you grab the meat?"

Oooh. Meat grabbing. "Honey, I could get arrested for grabbing the meat here."

They hooted, tumbling out of the truck like a pair of big old dorks. He grabbed a case of Bud and

some Cokes and a carton of smokes. Oh. Dessert. He grabbed a bag of mini-donuts and a bag of

Raisinettes. Bingo.

Caidon came on out about the same time he got done with the pimple-faced fool behind the

counter. "I got brisket and turkey and coleslaw and beans and new potatoes. That work?"

"Yep." Oh, damn. That smelled good. "I got the sinful parts." He lifted his bags and boxes.

"Yeah? Sounds good." Caidon lit up a smoke from his battered, mostly empty pack, offering it

over. "So, south?"

He leaned, plucked the smoke from Caidon's fingers, tongue sliding on those calluses.

"Mmm. Watch it, or we'll never make the skinny dipping. Hell, we might not even make supper."

Oh, that growly thing was sexy.

"That would be a damn shame." Okay, so it wouldn't because his cock? SPROING. But still,

yummy brisket.

"I got us a banana pudding to share, too." He'd found out that Caidon loved those little single

serving banana puddings at the roadside stands. Weird guy.

"Mmm. Licking. I'm a fan." He took a deep drag, the burn in his lung nice and familiar.

"Yeah." Just daring as shit, Caidon took his mouth, right there in the parking lot, sharing his

smoke. Goddamn, that was one confident bastard.

His eyes rolled, tongue sliding against Caidon's, just jonesing on it. "Hot." And he wasn't talking

on the smoke.

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"'Bout to be, if you don't watch where you're dangling that cigarette." Shit, he was about to burn off important shit. On both of them. "You were being all distracting and shit." He snorted and took a step back. "Let's go eat." "Uh-huh. We should do that." Caidon looked like he wanted to eat something, all right. And not banana pudding. Still, they needed their strength. And skinny dipping was like swimming and exercise and shit. Burning all them calories. Spud gave Caidon a long look, eating the long body up. "Lord, honey. You're making me want. Eat first. Fuck later." They grinned like fools, both of them bouncing with it. "Yeah." He hopped into the truck, plopping the bags in between them so his hands wouldn't be all tempted and shit. "Let's find a place to sit, yeah?" They moved out, both of them humming along with the radio. Life was damned good. They found themselves a nice little spot by the river, got settled and the food spread out. It was nice. Quiet. Pretty fucking cool. Like a real date or something. Like spending time with someone who wanted to be with him. It was kind of bizarre. They snarfed down the meat and coleslaw. Caidon, though, he lingered over the pudding. Licking the spoon kind of lingering. Making him hard as a rock kind of lingering. A man could get in real serious trouble, watching that. Spud leaned back on his elbows, admiring the way Caidon's tongue traced along the edge of the spoon. Goddamn. Those eyes caught his, Cadion grinning around the little plastic utensil. "Hey there. You like what you see?" "You know it." Like? Shit, he was sorta fascinated. Sorta all caught up in it. Scooting closer, Caidon set the empty container aside and reached for him. A kiss was the best way he could have thought to share that dessert, for sure. They fit together real fucking good, from their tongues to their legs, getting all tangled up. It was kinda cool, not being confined to the little bunk on the bus, having the room to move around. Caidon was all over him, hands cupping his ass, sliding up and down his back. He did love himself a wanting man. Spud pushed closer, hips settling right into a nice syncopation with Caidon's. The wind was blowing a little, the sounds of the water and the frogs just cool as all get out.

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It was like music. Okay, that was a little hokey, maybe, but it was. He'd bet Caidon would agree. Not about the hokey, but about the rhythm and melody of fucking. It was like that whole twin fiddle thing, except that they both had a bit more pluck and twang than slide and their harmony was a little more... Oh. Oh, right there. "Yeah. Do that again." "Like that?" Shit, that man had talented fingers, a mouth hotter than a commercial oven, and a body built like a brick house. "Uh... uh-huh." Spud twisted, throat swallowing as he worked to get more, harder, now. "Uh-huh." The man was laughing at him, but it wasn't malicious or nothing. Just hot and growly as hell. The sound of his zipper going down came out way louder than Caidon's chuckle, grinding like nothing going. His prick pushed right on out, demanding his hi and howdy with Caidon's skin. Shit. He couldn't believe how hard that fine son of a bitch made him, how he kept needing more and more. "Goddamn, look at you." The pride in Caidon's voice never ceased to amaze him either. It was there for him, like the man was awed by him or some shit. The way Caidon's hand wrapped around him, teasing him and not teasing at all just had him going crazy. He groaned and humped, letting Caidon have all his sounds, all his need and shit. Made him feel damn good, knowing that Caidon wasn't ashamed. Nope. Caidon seemed to fucking revel in him, tasting him all over as those lips and that tongue traced his cheek and throat, hands never stilling on him. Caidon played him like that little guitar the man used for blues numbers, making him pant and moan. "Damn, man. You..." His words trailed off as Caidon found another sweet spot that shorted him right on out and made his eyes roll back up into his head. "I what?" The words stung against his skin, each one punctuated with a scrape of Caidon's teeth. The man was gonna make him crazy, for sure. "Uhn. Dunno. Can't think." His fingers buried in Caidon's hair, kept that mouth right fucking there. Right where he needed it. Chuffing a laugh, Caidon started sucking, bringing hot blood right to the surface. That was gonna leave a mark, for sure. "Hungry son of a bitch." He loved it -- from the tug and sting to the heat to the whole marking deal. Fucking loved it. "You know it. I swear to God, honey, you make me that way. Make me fucking insane. I love the way you taste." He got another deep, drugging kiss, proving it. The kisses melted his butter, found him with spread thighs and hips moving in time with the tongue fucking his lips.

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Spud just sorta dove into the kiss, making sure it worked as his heart-felt agreement. His hands slid down Caidon's spine, heading straight for that tight ass. That double handful made him a happy man. They way Caidon wiggled it for him made it even better. Jesus, he could get used to this. They rolled over, his legs straddling Caidon's hips, both of them grinding together like titty dancers for a bachelor party. Those big hands cupped the backs of his thighs, pulling him on down, over and over. Man, Caidon was strong. Beautiful bastard. His.

Wait.

Wait.

Where did that come from?

"Lemme..." He pushed up hard, hand sliding down to work Caidon's buckle open. Skin. He

fucking needed skin. Not to mention the whole creaming-your-jeans thing was way cooler when

it wasn't you with swampy jeans.

"Uh-huh. Yeah. Both of us, honey. Now. Spud."

“Jamie.”

“Huh?”

“My name. It’s Jamie.”

“Jamie. Okay. Okay, I hear you. Come on, Jamie. Let’s get this done.”

Man, hearing his name. His. Too fucking cool.

"Yeah. Yeah. Just let me..." Oh. Oh, there. Fuck, yes. One cock in hand, one zipper to go. The

other zipper gave way under Caidon's fingers. So talented, that man. So damned smart. Hoo

yeah. There they were. Friction. Ping.

They got it going on, two hands tugging hard, Caidon's calluses just right where they dragged on

his skin. His free hand pushed into those undone jeans, squeezing flesh, thumb rubbing the

swollen head, the heavy throbbing vein, the wet slit. Oh, fuck him raw.

Caidon's head fell back, throat working, Adam’s apple bobbing like… well, like an apple.

"Good. Oh, damn. Good. Need more."

"Yeah. Yeah, 's good. Ain't gonna stop." He leaned down, bit Caidon's collarbone good and hard.

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"Shit! Jamie..." The leap of flesh under his hand told him how much Caidon liked that. That and

the whole tightening of the man's hand around him.

"Uh-huh." He bit again, hips jerking, driving his cock right into that touch. Come on, honey. Give

it up. Let me fucking feel you.

Like his thoughts were some kind of mojo, Caidon came for him, wet and hot and all over his

hand and wrist. The man never let up on him, either, playing him like a rhythm guitar.

It might've been a G-chord or a Minor A, but whatever it was, it sure did it for him. He groaned

low and grunted as his toes curled and his nuts drew up tight as stones.

"Now, honey." That deep voice sounded blown, raspy and growly as hell, and those bright eyes

just sparkled for him. “Come on. Don’t hold out on me, lover.”

"Now..." Another tug and that was all she wrote, his brains melting as he shot.

"Mmm." The deep groan followed him right into his orgasm, Caidon watching him the whole

time. Lord, that man had the hottest stare, the sweetest slow burning smile. “So, Jamie, huh? I

like it. I do.”

“Yeah? Nobody calls me that, but it’s my name.” His real name.

“Well, I fucking approve.” It sounded a lot like Caidon thought it was a good thing, having

something nobody else did, maybe.

He thought maybe he could get right used to that.

No matter what anybody said.

To be continued in Boys in the Band 2, coming soon from Torquere Press.

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