Everything's going wrong for singer Johnny. He hates Shay, his band's new bass player, because of his dark good looks, his easygoing manner - and most of all because he's secretly attracted to him. When an interfering film director gets Johnny and Shay to kiss each other on camera to spice up a boring video shoot, sparks start to fly, and when Shay comes by Johnny's hotel room later that night, things get seriously hot.
Advisory: This scorching short story (4000 words) contains graphic descriptions of sexual scenes between two hot young rock stars. Not suitable for under-18s.
He stood there, waiting for Shay, scuffing at the chalk with his beat-up biker boots. As Shay walked over, Johnny detected something in his demeanor, something that suggested he wasn't comfortable with this either. Hell, the guy looked nervous, his usual swagger replaced with something more tentative.
He shrugged as he saw Johnny appraise him, mistaking Johnny's fear for hostility.
"Hey, I'm sorry, man," said Shay. "I didn't mean this to be tougher than it already is... it's been a long day. Go easy on me, I've never made out with a guy before."
"You're saying it like I have," flared Johnny.
Shay put up his hands in a gesture of appeasement.
"No, I'm just saying it's gonna be weird for both of us, so we should just get it over with before dickhead over there" - he jerked his chin towards Dan - "decides he wants something even worse."
"Yeah," Johnny shrugged.
"Anyway," joked Shay, some of his swagger coming back, "It could be worse. At least you're hot."
Johnny was about to fire something in retaliation, tell Shay to back off, but something made him realize the other guy was offering him an olive branch.
"Cheers," he said with a wry grin. "No point in putting it off."
"Hey, let's get this thing done," shouted Shay to Dan, and the cameras started rolling.
The music thundered out through the speaker next to them and dry ice started swirling around them. Johnny took a deep breath and took a step towards Shay, but he didn't have a chance to make the next move.
Before he knew what was going on, Shay was pinning him up against the wall, taking his face tenderly in his hands, his warm breath against his ear.
"Relax, man," whispered Shay, before touching his lips to Johnny's and closing his eyes.
Shay's hot mouth on his own sent an electric jolt through his body. The bassist's hands in his hair and his hard-muscled body pressing against his own were making him as horny as hell, and for a moment, it was as if they were on their own in the warehouse.
Without fully realizing what he was doing, he parted his lips slightly and Shay's tongue was in his mouth, running lightly over his teeth, writhing with his own. It was the hottest, sweetest kiss anyone had ever given him. He didn't want it to end. He could feel Shay's hard-on pressing against his thigh as it dawned on him that Shay wanted him every bit as much as he wanted Shay.
Dan's voice brought him back to reality with a jolt, and he sprang back from Shay, confusion in his eyes. Shay's dark-blue eyes widened.
"I'm sorry, man, got a bit carried away."
Johnny glared at him, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and shoved past Dan to where Annie was waiting for him.
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Published February 11, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction, Gay & Lesbian.