Looking At Forever (The Rock Gods Book 4) (30 page)

“A dude, huh? That must be why you didn’t have a problem with me firing the roadie before our first show.”

Fizzbo met Wheland’s gaze in the backseat. “I have no tolerance for that shit,” Fizzbo said. “If he’d said that to me, I might’ve snapped his neck.”

“That was a first for me,” Wheland said.

“What’d you mean?”

“I’d never had someone direct that kind of hate at me,” Wheland said. “I’ll have to pay attention to my actions in the future.”

“Sucks, doesn’t it?” Fizzbo asked. “We shouldn’t have to worry what a kiss in public could mean to our safety.”

“I haven’t been out long,” Wheland said. “I’m still learning how to deal with this crap.”

“I’ve been out for a decade and I’m still trying to figure it out,” Fizzbo said. “I don’t get bothered too much because of my size, but my guy is smaller, like what you’d refer to as a twink, and he’s experienced a lot of hate and bullying.”

The SUV came to a stop at the curb outside the hotel. Fizzbo slid out first and Wheland followed. There was about a dozen fans waiting on the sidewalk. The screams and cheering started as soon as Wheland’s feet hit the ground.

“I gotta sign a few things or there’ll be hell to pay when the others get here,” Wheland said.

Fizzbo nodded and walked beside Wheland to the gathered crowd. Wheland smiled for the photographs and signed a few CD covers, shirts, and even a guy’s bicep. He wasn’t sure what that was all about, but he wasn’t going to question it. Wheland gave the crowd a final wave and walked with Fizzbo into the lobby. The hotel manager directed them to an elevator and Fizzbo pressed the button for Wheland’s floor. He brought Wheland right to the door to his room and used the key pass to open it.

“You in for the night?” Fizzbo asked. “No bullshit?”

“No bullshit, Fizz,” Wheland said. “I’m showering and calling my guy. End of story.”

“Okay. If you change your mind, you call me before you leave this room,” Fizzbo said.

“Got it,” Wheland said.

Fizzbo nodded. “Have a good night.”

“You, too.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Wheland showered and flopped down onto his bed naked. He hit the speed dial button and called Rooster. Three rings later, Rooster answered his phone.

“I’m surrounded by a virtual soap opera,” Wheland said to Rooster.

“That bad?” Rooster asked.

Wheland settled beneath the cotton sheets and down comforter on the king-sized bed. He was already relaxing from the soothing timbre of Rooster’s voice. He loved that Rooster had that capability to calm him using little more than his voice.

“I’m almost certain Tony and Jared are fucking around with each other,” Wheland said. “Plus, Dante and Ashton seem to be headed in the same direction... if they haven’t already.”

“No surprise with Tony and Jared,” Rooster said. “I saw that right away when I was with you. But, Dante and Ashton? I didn’t get a vibe for that combo.”

“I’ve seen the way they look at each other,” Wheland said. “Plus, earlier I was looking for Dante. I was hoping we could work on
Devil’s Ladder
together. I couldn’t find him inside the venue so I went outside to the buses. As I was coming around the front of the Black Ice bus, I bumped into Ashton getting off it. He was royally pissed off about something. Ashton told me Dante was inside and said I could go on up. It was when I got onto bus and saw Dante fucking a girl on the couch I realized why Ashton was probably so worked up.”

“You watched Dante fucking the girl?” Rooster asked.

Shit! Had he just stepped in the proverbial pile of dog shit, Wheland wondered? Maybe he should have kept his mouth shut about that. But, Rooster was no stranger to the road. He knew what went on behind the scenes while on tour and he didn’t want to have secrets between them. Ever.

“Yeah, I did, babe,” Wheland said. “Are you mad about that?”

“Were you involved in it?” Rooster asked.

“Of course not!” Wheland said. “I walked in and Dante was... finishing. I actually started walking out, but Dante told me to wait.”

“He wanted you to watch,” Rooster said.

“Probably,” Wheland said. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” Rooster asked.

“I should have kept walking when I saw what was going on,” Wheland said.

Rooster was quiet for a few moments and Wheland held his breath. Jesus! This relationship stuff was hard to figure out. If he fucked this up with Rooster because he watched Dante, he’d never forgive himself.

“Did you get hard watching them?” Rooster asked.

How the fuck did he answer this question and not get himself into more trouble than he probably already was?

“Babe... I don’t know what you want me to say to that,” Wheland said.

“I bet your cock was rock hard,” Rooster said. “You were probably leaking all over yourself and had to jerk-off afterward. Am I right?”

Holy shit! He’s turned on by this!

“I was hard enough to pound nails,” Wheland answered. “But, I couldn’t jerk myself. No time.”

“Hmmm, that’s too bad you didn’t have time for a little self-pleasure,” Rooster said. “Perhaps you have time now?”

“I have all night for you, babe,” Wheland said.

“Good, let’s play.”

“I’m ready. Cock in hand,” Wheland said.

Wheland heard movement on Rooster’s end of the phone and waited for him to speak.

“Did you look at Dante’s cock?” Rooster asked.

Wheland paused. Rooster said he wanted to play, but would an honest answer to Rooster’s questions get Wheland in hot water?

“I looked, but I didn’t touch,” Wheland admitted.

“Did you want to?” Rooster asked.

“No, I didn’t,” Wheland said. It was a completely honest answer. There was never a moment he was even tempted to move closer to participate with Dante and the groupie. In fact, beyond the normal fascination of what he was seeing, Wheland was mostly comparing Dante to Rooster and Dante paled greatly. No surprise there, but it was still a meaningful moment for Wheland. Before he met Rooster he would have been eager to participate with Dante. Not now. Rooster was more than enough for him.

“What did you think of his cock?” Rooster asked.

“Are you jerking yourself?” Wheland asked.

“I am,” Rooster said. “I was hoping you would be, too.”

Wheland’s cock went from semi-hard to tenting the sheets in seconds. “I have my hand wrapped around my shaft now.”

“Take a pic and send it to me,” Rooster said.

“Hold on a minute,” Wheland said. He kicked the sheets off his legs and aimed his phone down at his groin, snapped a quick photo, then sent the file to Rooster’s phone. A moment later he heard Rooster’s moan.

“Very nice, Mick. I wish I had that in my mouth right now... or even better, in my ass.”

“Jesussss, Sonny.”

“I just sent you a pic,” Rooster said.

Wheland checked his phone and saw the new file waiting. He opened it up and his cock twitched. Rooster’s wide cock filled the screen; a drop of pre-come dripped over the edge of the broad head. The trail of the drip glistened in the flash of the photograph. Wheland licked his lips. Christ he wanted Rooster beside him right this very minute.

“Sonny, let’s switch to Face Time,” Wheland said.

“Sounds perfect,” Rooster said.

A breath later, Wheland could see Rooster’s face in the phone screen. His image wasn’t big but it was clear and that made Wheland smile.

“So, tell me. What did you think of Dante’s cock?” Rooster asked with a smirk. “Does he have a big one?”

“Not as big or thick as yours,” Wheland said, his eyes drinking in the gorgeous face of his lover.

“More than a mouthful?” Rooster asked.

“It looked like it,” Wheland said. He squeezed the head of his cock, then ran his thumb through the moisture leaking from the slit. “He’s a little thicker than average; nicely shaped head.”

“Sounds delicious,” Rooster said.

“This is kind of weird to be talking about,” Wheland said.

“It’s dirty and I like dirty,” Rooster said. “Prop your phone against a pillow between your legs and point it up toward your face. I want to see both your cock and face at the same time.”

“Do you like watching people fucking around?” Wheland asked. He moved his phone into the position Rooster had requested and pointed it toward his face. He added a few more pillows behind his back at the headboard to make it easier to jerk-off and Face Time at the same time.

“I do,” Rooster said. “It’s like watching a porn video, but better because it’s playing out right in front of you.”

“It’s more real,” Wheland said. His hand slowly moved on his shaft.

“The sound is better, too, and you can smell the sex,” Rooster said.

“Jesus, you are being very dirty,” Wheland said.

“Am I?” Rooster asked.

“Yeah, but I like it,” Wheland said. “I like watching you jerk your cock. The only thing that would make this better is if we were together.”

“I know, babe,” Rooster said. “Soon I hope.”

“We have a short break in the schedule in a few weeks,” Wheland said.

“How short?” Rooster asked.

“A couple of days. That’s it,” Wheland said. “Our longer break isn’t for another month or so.”

“Then, we’ll just have to make do with our hands,” Rooster said.

Wheland laughed. His hand tugged at the hot flesh of his cock. Warm and silky smooth, he tried to imagine his hand was Rooster’s mouth. “I wish you were sucking me,” Wheland said.

“I do too,” Rooster said. “You have no idea how much seeing your cock turns me on.”

“Likewise, babe,” Wheland said. “Having you in my ass that one time makes me want you again and again. I was sore for a few days. I loved that feeling.”

“Hmmm, you’re making me so hard right now, Mick.”

“I can see that, babe,” Wheland said, squinting a bit to try and see the tiny image better. “I wish the screen on this phone was bigger.”

“Wanna switch to our laptops?” Rooster asked.

“No, it’d take too long to set-up,” Wheland said. “I won’t last that long.”

“You’re close?” Rooster asked.

“I am. How about you?”

“Yesss,” Rooster said.

Wheland focused on his phone screen and watched Rooster’s hand moving faster and faster over his shaft. The head of his cock becoming a deep reddish purple in color. Rooster’s sac lifted snug to his body. He was definitely getting close to release and that prompted Wheland to quicken his strokes.

“Stick a finger in your ass, babe,” Wheland said.

“Is that what you wanna see?” Rooster asked.

“I’d rather see my cock sinking in to that tight hole, but I’ll settle to watch your finger disappear in there,” Wheland said.

Wheland watched Rooster bend his knees and slide his feet closer to his ass. Rooster licked his middle finger and spread his thighs open. Wheland moaned at the sight of Rooster spread like that.

“What I wouldn’t do for a taste,” Wheland said.

Rooster tipped his hips forward a bit. One hand continued to jerk his cock, while the finger from his other hand circled the tight ring of muscle at the opening, then slowly the finger sunk inside Rooster’s ass.

“Fuck yourself with that finger,” Wheland said. His grip tightened on his cock as he stroked himself right to the edge of shooting. Seeing Rooster’s long finger sliding in and out had Wheland teetering on the brink. “Fuck, babe! That is so hot!”

Rooster added a second finger.

“Find your gland for me,” Wheland coaxed.

A second later, Rooster groaned and arched; his hips lifting slightly off the mattress.

“You like that?” Wheland asked.

“Yesssss,” Rooster sighed. “I’m so fucking close.”

“Keep working your cock and fingers,” Wheland said.

“Fuck! Oh, fuck! Jesus, Mick!”

“Come with me,” Wheland said. “Now!”

Two more strokes and Wheland released. The first ribbon of come splashed across his chest. Two more laces of seed landed on his stomach. Wheland sat up a bit and caught Rooster as he crashed into what looked like an intense orgasm. Rooster’s load sprayed over his chest; one thick glob managed to reach his throat. Wheland smiled at that. If he were there with Rooster, that glob would be the first spot he licked to clean Rooster up.

Rooster finally flopped back into the pillows behind his head. His hand still slowly worked his cock, milking the last drops of come out of the long shaft. Wheland loved watching the aftershocks quake through Rooster. He had firsthand knowledge of how good it felt to be inside Rooster’s ass when those aftershocks hit; the inner muscles squeezing his cock in a delicious clamp.

“Fuck, baby,” Wheland said. “That was intense.”

“Yeah, it was,” Rooster agreed. “I’m drained.”

Wheland chuckled. “That was quite an impressive mess you just made.”

Rooster looked down at his chest and smiled. “I guess I’ll be needing a shower.”

“Love you,” Wheland said softly.

Rooster lifted his phone closer to his face and Wheland’s screen filled with the face that occupied most of his thoughts nowadays, whether awake or asleep.

“I love you, too, babe. So much,” Rooster said.

“I can’t wait to see you again,” Wheland said. “Just to lie beside you would be incredible. I miss hearing the sound of your breathing while you sleep; the heat of your body. Fuck! The break can’t come soon enough.”

“I know, but we’ll make it,” Rooster said.

“Hopefully tomorrow won’t be as tense between the guys,” Wheland said. “I don’t need the extra bullshit in my life.”

“Could you talk to them about it?” Rooster asked.

Wheland shook his head. “I’m not sure it’s my place. Ashton is pissed at Dante and Dante is clueless as to why. I’m almost certain Ashton is angry because he wants to be with Dante. That would explain why he was so tweaked over seeing Dante fucking the girl.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” Rooster said. “Remember when you and I went to that strip club?”

“It is forever burned into my memory,” Wheland said and smiled. “Rubbing our cocks together gave me one of the best orgasms of my life. Although Jasmine wasn’t too happy with the aftermath.”

“I wanted to leave and was actually moving toward the door when you called to me,” Rooster said. “I was leaving because I didn’t want to watch your cock sliding into her mouth. I wanted you for myself. Maybe that is what is irking Ashton.”

“You were jealous of Jasmine?” Wheland asked.

“You hadn’t already figured that out?” Rooster asked.

“I planned for all of that to happen, you know,” Wheland said.

“Planned for Jasmine or for me to get jealous?” Rooster asked.

“I was starting to suspect you might be interested in me,” Wheland said. “But, you weren’t giving me any clear signs. I figured if I planned for us to get sucked together, it might reveal something.”

“And did it?” Rooster asked.