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  Which was why as much as I liked Law, and as much as a small part of me had always desired him even when it wasn’t appropriate, I was ready to walk away.

  “Wait.” Law’s desperate plea had me stopping before I even registered what I was doing. “Please don’t go.”

  Sliding off of his own stool, Law made an abortive move towards me. The younger man hesitated, his hand half reaching out yet fingers curled into a fist, sweeping his gaze over the room to see if anyone was watching.

  I groaned. “Law, we can’t do this.”

  Law visibly swallowed as turned to look back at me. “Do what?”

  “This,” I said, waving a hand between us. “We both know why I’m here, why you invited me, but if you’re still pretending you’re something you’re not then there isn’t a point in going any further.”

  “Yes, there is.” Law raised a hand, indicating to the others in the room. “I may have to hide from these people, but you’re the one person I can be myself around, and I didn’t realize how badly I wanted or needed that until I saw you again. Talking to you now, so openly, fuck, I miss that. So please, just give this a chance. I’m not making demands or ultimatums, I’m just asking you not to do the same. Can we just see what’s here first before we start worrying about everything else?”

  What Law was asking went against everything I had told myself I wanted. I didn’t want to hide, pretend or to share in anyway. Yet even as I thought these things I felt myself cave. Who was I kidding? I would give this guy as many chances as he wanted. I would probably end up regretting most of them, but I would, because apparently I was into masochism. Who knew?

  Slowly I lowered myself back onto the stool, reaching for my beer and sculling the rest of it, seeing Law doing the same.

  “Does anyone else know?” When all Law did was shake his head, I sighed. “None of the guys, Dillon, Zeck, Alec? What about your family? Any friends you have outside the band?”

  Law ran a hand through his already mussed up hair, shrugging as he looked anywhere but at me. “I’m not really close to many people outside of the band. Me and the lads, we spend so much of our time together, and with what we do, letting people in is hard. Sometimes you can’t tell the difference between those who are genuine and those who are in it for the glory.”

  “Glory?” I asked innocently, even though I had only just been asking myself if that had been what I found appealing about him.

  “Yeah, you know, like the fame. Being able to claim they bagged one of us. The freebies and the wild times. Hell, look at Zeck. The guy thought everything was safe and secure, but then that chick came along and caused all that shit for him.”

  “I had heard something, but honestly I stopped listening when I realized they were basically just invading his privacy.” The fact that so many people were desperately trying to know the personal details of the boys’ sex lives just astounded me. I knew I couldn't understand what their life was like, the world they lived in, but I also couldn’t understand how Law went through each day not being honest with those he loved. “But seriously, not even your family?”

  Law’s attention was finally back on me, his piercing gaze firm and assessing as though he suddenly wondered whether I could be trusted. Which hurt more than I cared to admit. “The guys are my family. If I haven't told them, then why would I tell another soul?”

  The words and Law’s tone struck me silent for a moment. When I could hold it in no longer I finally said, “But you told me.”

  Law’s gaze softened, his eyes filled with warmth and something I barely dared to consider as affection. “You’re different.”

  “Why, because you knew I was gay?” I pushed, wanting an answer as to why he had chosen to open up to me all those years ago.

  “No,” he said with a smile, so gentle and sweet it made my heart skip a beat. “Because I wanted you to be.”

  Damn.

  I had no idea what my expression must have been, but Law chuckled. “You can’t honestly be surprised, can you? I all but bloody jumped you on my last day of school. I know you have to remember the music room … that kiss. I do.”

  As that particular memory came flooding back, my cock hardened, struggling against the zipper of my jeans as those pictures morphed into future possibilities. Seeing myself reach over and grabbing hold of Law’s neck and dragging him closer, the feel of those plush lips against mine as I rocked us together, grinding against him like a horny teenager who’d just discovered what his dick was for.

  A throat clearing had me jerking back to the present, the smirk playing on Law’s face telling me the younger man could knew exactly where my train of thought had led.

  Coughing, I attempted to discreetly adjust the ever growing and increasingly uncomfortable bulge in my pants. A move that didn’t go unnoticed by an extremely cocky Law.

  “Got a problem there?”

  “Nothing I can’t handle on my own,” I retorted.

  Law all but openly leered. “Why would you want to though when you don’t have to?”

  His boldness surprised me given that only a moment ago Law had been acting all squirrelly about being caught in a man-on-man scenario. I honestly couldn’t keep up.

  “Law?”

  “Come back with me,” the younger man whispered as he daringly leaned closer. “Come back to the hotel and spend the night with me.”

  Now it was my turn to fidget. “That’s moving a bit fast, don’t you think?”

  Law pulled away slightly, laughing. “Fast? I was thinking it’s been a long time coming actually.”

  At that I stiffened, narrowing my eyes. “Is that all this is to you? A good night to fulfill some childhood fantasy?”

  Losing all his assured cockiness, Law shook his head. “No, oh God, of course not. I—I just thought…”

  Seeing the younger man panic at the thought of insulting me calmed me somewhat. “So this is something you want to explore? For more than just sex?”

  Law flushed, darting his eyes around the room again. “Ah, yeah.”

  Trying not to laugh, I wasn’t sure if I found Law’s mixed emotions and signals adorable or just downright confusing. Either way I was willing to admit that even if only a small part of me found it adorable, then I was already sunk. The lad had me hook, line, and sinker.

  Fuck, this was going to end badly.

  ****

  Law

  Waiting at the reception desk for another room key, the pounding of my pulse drowned out all the other noise in the busy hotel. All the while I could practically feel Byron’s gaze on me from where he stood patiently near the lifts. Byron had taken the opportunity to duck into the small shop in the foyer to get some necessities while I found us some privacy. I knew that I needed to get another room away from the others, given what Byron and I were about to do, and was grateful that the other man hadn’t question my decision.

  The receptionist, Alyssa, smiled warmly as she handed me my new key. “Here we are, room five-oh-three, just below the penthouse.”

  “Thanks,” I mumbled, giving her a brief smile before I made my way quickly over to Byron.

  Wasting no time, I all but dragged Byron into the cart when the elevator opened, hearing him chuckle as he let me. Truth was, given our size and build difference, if Byron hadn’t wanted me to move him then I couldn’t.

  Something about that passing thought shot a jolt of lust down my spine, and it was all I could do to bite my lip and not moan in the confined space. Next to me Byron snickered, and I met his gaze realizing he had been watching me the entire time. Heat infused my face, and I was eternally grateful that no one else had slipped into the elevator with us.

  When the ding sounded and the doors opened, it was Byron’s turn to become impatient as he wrapped a strong, firm hand around my wrist and tugged me along behind him. I had only a second of disappointment at losing the feeling of the man’s touch, letting out a yelp as Byron shoved me up against the wall and crushed his lips to mine. Unthinking of the dangers of be
ing caught, I wound my arms around Byron’s neck, slipping my tongue between his lips to deepen the kiss. It was hot and dirty, and I couldn’t get enough.

  When Byron pulled back I made a sound of protest, blinking in surprise as he unlocked the door and pulled me inside the suite.

  When the hell did he get the key off of me?

  I barely had a chance to take in the small sitting room, allowing myself to be swept up in the moment as Byron took control as he stripped us of our shirts along the way.

  Stumbling back onto the bed with a yelp, I groaned as Byron threw something onto the bedside table and then fell on top of me. Pinning me to the mattress, Byron ground down, rubbing our erections together. The need to feel friction consumed me as I joined him, jerking my hips up to meet his.

  “Fuck, I want you,” Byron muttered, continuing to thrust.

  “Yes,” I hissed, scoring my nails into Byron’s flesh.

  I could feel him shiver as they trailed down his back. Byron nipped and sucked his way down my jawline and to my neck, no doubt leaving marks as went.

  When Byron stopped I opened up my eyes, which I hadn’t even realized I had closed. “What’s wrong?”

  I followed the man’s gaze to the dog tags that sat on my chest and instantly sobered.

  “Whose?” he asked simply.

  “My dad’s,” I answered, hoping that was the end of the conversation.

  Byron stared at me for a moment before nodding, fortunately leaving the topic and leaning down to kiss me again. I didn’t object when he reached for them and slid them off my neck, touched at the great care he took to place them on the side table.

  Turning back to me, Byron’s eyes heated up as he raked them down my body. “Fuck, I love your tatts.”

  Moaning, I arched up into him as he dragged his tongue down across my angelic tattoo, which covered most of my left pec, gasping when his teeth nipped gently. He continued tracing the rest of my ink that covered my left arm, paying special attention to the thick black band that wrapped itself all the way around my bicep, as his hand reached out blindly to find the bedside table and the bag he had discarded there.

  That was a good idea. Lube and condoms. We needed those.

  Above him, Byron growled in frustration when he came up empty.

  “Here. It’s here.” I easily grabbed them as Byron began to make his way down the column of my neck, handing the lube and condom to him quickly. “Hurry.”

  “Bossy.” He nipped my lower lip. “I’m going to take my time with you, and you’re going to love it.”

  I moaned. “Oh God. Please, Byron.”

  It had been so long since I had let down my guard, allowed myself to feel something like this. Everything even remotely recent had been rushed and impersonal with a hint of fear overlying all of it. Afraid of being recognized, of being caught and outed. But this, I could have this right now, and I trusted Byron implicitly.

  Tonight was for us.

  Chapter Three

  Byron

  Hearing Law moan my name was all it took for me to lose all control, and without another thought, I stripped us of the rest of our clothing until we were both bare. Beneath me, Law strained upwards, begging as I leaned forward and latched onto one of his beaded nipples.

  “Ah, yes,” Law hissed.

  Biting down hard, I chuckled at Law’s gasp. Enjoying the sounds I elicited from Law, I worried at the two tanned discs, swapping back and forth before making my way down Law’s lithe body. Parting his thighs wide I slowly licked a path up Law’s now-weeping cock.

  “Please.”

  A dark grin spread across my lips as I reveled at the sound of Law’s begging. I never considered myself the kind of man who got off on hearing his lovers tortured and desperate pleas, but apparently I was. As I trailed my tongue lower, flicking it over his sac, Law jerked his hips.

  “Please,” he whined again.

  “God, you sound so good begging,” I admitted with a chuckle.

  “I’ll beg all you want. Just fuck me, now.”

  Relenting a little, I adjusted myself to be able to wrap my lips around the crown of his cock, sucking but not quite taking him in properly.

  “Oh, oh yeah. God, I love that. Just … oh … yeah,” Law babbled. Wetting my fingers with the lube, I pulled back from my ministrations and gradually slid two fingers in his hole. “Ah, yes … oh, God … that’s it … so good!”

  Adding another finger, I finally took the entire length of Law’s cock down, until the tip nudged the back of my throat. Mewling, his hands clutching the sheets, at my hair, Law was completely at my mercy. Lifting so that only the tip remained in my mouth, I sucked the head as I slid in a fourth finger. I knew it had been a while since Law had given in and allowed himself to go this far, and I wanted to make sure he was well prepared before things went any further.

  It all seemed to be too much for Law however as the younger man’s balls drew up at the intrusion of the fourth finger, and I found myself moaning at the taste of him as Law lost himself to the pleasure and came, coating my throat.

  Releasing Law’s spent cock, I rolled the younger man over onto his knees, Law happily allowing me to manhandle him into position. Reaching blindly for the lube and condom that had been dropped to the bed, I made quick work of covering and slicking myself up.

  “Christ. I’m going to fuck you so hard,” I told him right before I plunged my cock deep inside the temptation in front of me.

  Law hissed and then shouted as he spread his legs wider, pushing his ass back onto my cock. I gripped Law’s hips, pumping in and out, unable to slow down. Law seemed to be as lost as I was, meeting me with every thrust.

  A grunt that sounded more pained than pleasurable shocked me out of my lusty hazy. Worried I was hurting the younger man, I slowed down. When I claimed some of my self-control back, I watched my cock slip in and out of Law’s ass steadily. “So good. You feel so good. Can’t get enough. Do you like how it feels, Law? Is this what you want?”

  Law threw a wide-eyed look over his shoulder as he moaned, nodding and rocking back onto my cock.

  “Answer me.”

  “Yes,” he choked out. “God, yes. I love it.”

  “Love what?” I needed to hear Law say it. I had no idea why, but just the thought of hearing the words fall from the younger man’s lips sent a jolt of lust rushing through me. Like if Law admitted out loud how this made him feel then I would own a part of him. It sounded crazy and possessive even to me, but this whole thing seemed to be. Law brought out instincts in me I never even knew I had.

  Law lowered his shoulders to the bed. “I love your cock in my arse. Fucking me. Taking me. Please.”

  Oh shit.

  Spurred on by Law’s desperate words, I placed one hand flat between Law’s shoulder blades and the other on the small of his back. Thrusting into Law with a little more strength than I had meant to, I watched Law slide forward. “Is this what you want, Przemyslaw?”

  “Oh God. More,” Law cried out, clearly reacting to the sound of his full name on my lips.

  I knew he had a thing for it. The younger man’s name was so difficult to pronounce, and I had spent so long teaching myself how to say it when he had been my student. At the time it had been to save us both the embarrassment of Law having to correct me, but now I saw just how much it turned Law on to hear me call him that.

  I clamped a hand tight on his hip as I pistoned into Law’s body. He cried out as his band of muscles began to milk my cock, his orgasm pushing me over the edge.

  “Yes,” I hissed, before I bit into Law’s shoulder, not hard enough to break the skin but enough to leave a mark. I came hard, lights flashing behind my closed lids.

  We went on and on as I ground my cock into Law until I gradually eased back enough for me to slip out of Law’s channel.

  “That was … holy crap,” Law panted out the words against the sheet.

  Falling to the side, I cleaned up and gave us both a cursory wipe down with the sheet t
hat had been half kicked off the bed, then curled an arm around Law’s waist, tugging the younger man closer. “You can say that again,” I mumbled into Law’s shoulder already half asleep.

  Just as I drifted off, I heard Law whisper, “Holy crap.”

  ****

  Law

  The following morning I woke slowly, taking in the twinges of pain, good and bad, that I wasn’t used to. It had been so long since I had been with anyone, and no one had ever taken me so completely like Byron had. A tingle crept over my skin at the memory of Byron’s weight over me, the feeling of the man deep inside.

  Behind me, the man in question shifted in his sleep. I rolled over to face him, taking in the smooth lines of the handsome man’s features. Lifting a hand I traced across his jaw and enjoying the way his stubble pricked my fingertips.

  “Morning.”

  “Mornin’,” he mumbled, still half asleep. “Wha’ time’s it?”

  “Just past six.”

  I grinned as he turned to bury his head in the pillow, making a strangled sound and scrunching up his face as though the mere thought of having to get up was abhorrent. And really it kind of was.

  Byron huffed something out against the pillow, but I couldn’t hear. “What was that?”

  “Hafta go.”

  His reply left on odd feeling settling inside my chest. “Oh.”

  The man must have heard something in my voice because he lifted his head from where it was buried, staring straight at me. Tilting his head to the side, he examined me, and I tried hard not to squirm. “Only because I have a class to teach in about three hours and it takes that long just to get from here to home.”

  The uncomfortable feeling settled with Byron’s words, and I nodded. “Right. I forgot it was Monday.”

  Byron flipped over onto his back, his arms stretching upwards as the groaned. The older man flopped back on to the bed, turning his head to the side and smiling. “Not to mention my need for a shower and a fresh change of clothes. I deal with teenagers, and they pick up on a hell of a lot of things they shouldn’t.”

  I chuckled at that. “Ah, hormonal youth. Those were the days.”