Getting a blowjob in the dressing room from eager young groupie Tommy probably wasn't the smartest move guitarist Phoenix Murphy ever made. Mudride's singer Taylor confronts him about it - but will their scorching make-up sex be enough to rescue their broken relationship?
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Advisory: This short story (3600 words) has graphic sexual content involving two insanely hot rock stars. Unsuitable for under-18s.
Phoenix felt his heart race. Had he really just said that? Was he about to walk away from the biggest thing that had happened in his life and go back to being a journeyman guitarist in a bar band playing in a small Idaho town? At this moment, he felt that anything that got him away from Taylor would be preferable to this.
He turned away, curled in the fetal position, biting his lip and trying not to cry as his world came tumbling down.
He waited for the storm that never came, waited for Taylor to start raging and throwing things around the room. Cautiously, he rolled over. He was stunned at what he saw. He had never seen Taylor cry before.
He lay there, his mind in turmoil. He knew Taylor wasn't playing games: there was no way he'd use that kind of weakness as a tactic. He wasn't even trying to hide the tears that were rolling silently down his cheeks.
Cautiously, he extended a hand and touched Taylor's forearm. That was Phoenix's big mistake: he was lost from that moment, as all the old feelings came flooding back. Taylor was like a bottle of whisky slammed down on the bar in front of the uncomprehending alcoholic - and Phoenix was the alcoholic.
He squeezed on to the bed beside Taylor, cradling him in his arms. It felt strange. Taylor had always been so in control, Phoenix so quick to do his bidding. He would do anything for Taylor, anything to stem the pain. And... there was something incredibly hot about Taylor's tears and Phoenix was overcome with a crushing desire to fuck him senseless. He hugged Taylor tighter and felt his cock growing harder where it was pressed against the singer's thigh.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. I'm not leaving you. Not ever." He stroked Taylor's face, feeling the rough plane of his jaw, and Taylor turned his face towards him slowly. He had never looked so beautiful.
Pressing the length of his body against him, he snuggled in to Taylor and gave him the slowest, hottest kiss. Phoenix always slept naked, and he knew Taylor would not be able to resist him, especially with the massive hard-on that was pressing against his hip. At first, he could have been kissing a statue, such was Taylor's stony response, but then his lips parted and he pulled Phoenix tight in to him, writhing their tongues together and biting his lower lip.
"Oh God," sighed Phoenix as a wall of desire slammed into him, turning his stomach to liquid.