The two spent the night in each other’s arms. It was the most peaceful night of sleep they’d ever gotten. Once they cleaned up they’d climbed back into AJ’s bed and snuggled close. No words had been spoken between them as they’d happily drifted off.
Now morning light was filling the room, and someone was banging on the front door, and the phone was ringing. AJ wished vaguely that he could find a way to shut everything up. Then he decided he didn’t care. He was awake enough t recognize the feel of arms wrapped around him, and the warmth of the chest underneath his cheek.
Somewhere during the night they had rolled, with Brian ending up on his back and AJ laying half on top of him. Brian’s arms had come up and wrapped around AJ’s waist, anchoring them together. It felt wonderful. He could have stayed like that for the rest of his natural life and been totally content.
But Brian was too much a good guy. He reached one hand out to grope for the phone, shifting them until AJ was off his chest and by his side. He did it gently, as if he feared waking him. “Hello?” Brian’s voice was a gentle murmur that seemed to float on the edges of AJ’s mind. A sigh slid past his lips and he snuggled in closer to Brian’s side.
AJ barely paid any attention as the knocking stopped. He didn’t even bother listening to what Brian was saying into the phone. All his half asleep brain was processing was the warmth of Brian’s skin, and the realization that they were both still naked.
Smiling, AJ turned his head to nuzzle against Brian’s shoulder and brought one of his hands up to slide over Brian’s stomach and chest. He drew one leg up, over Brian’s and sliding it between. His lips curved when he heard Brian gasp and stutter slightly into the phone. A moment later the phone was set back on its hook and Brian was suddenly rolling them over, pinning AJ to the bed underneath him.
“Just what do you think you’re doing?” He asked in that sweet southern drawl of his.
AJ let his legs slide apart and grinded upwards into Brian, enjoying watching as his lover’s eyes glazed over and his breath hitched. “I was trying to entice you to fuck me.” AJ stated bluntly. “Is it working yet?”
He grinned at the way that Brian’s pupils dilated and his breath caught. Then he was being kissed senseless and there was no more time for grinning. Brian started a slow, mind blowing grind against him, adding fuel to the already blazing fire inside of AJ. It wasn’t enough. Not near enough.
Moaning, he brought his legs up and wrapped them around Brian’s waist, rolling his hips as he did. “I don’t want it slow.” He growled against Brian’s lips. “I’ve been dreaming about you all night. I want you hard, and hot, and fast, and now.”
Brian’s eyes were like blue fire. They were so intense that they almost took AJ’s breath away as they stared at him. “It’ll hurt if we don’t prepare you.”
“I don’t care.” AJ gasped. He rotated his hips and tightened his legs, bringing Brian closer to him. “I need you. Now, now.” Reaching a hand down, he took hold of Brian’s dick and started to stroke, lubricating him with his own moisture as he guided him toward his entrance. When Brian’s head was there, AJ let go and grasped Brian’s biceps. He knew he was being demanding but he didn’t care. He’d been telling the truth before. All night long he’d dreamt about Brian so that he woke this morning hard and aching and needy.
Brian seemed to catch on to his mood. He leaned down and ravaged AJ’s mouth, biting and kissing and licking and driving him mad even as he pushed in against the slight resistance. AJ moaned louder. For him, the pain and the pleasure were strong, melding together as one so that he couldn’t tell them apart. It was almost too much.
He didn’t give either of them a moment to adjust. As soon as Brian was buried in him, AJ started to move his hips, trying to get that movement started. His hands came up, fisting in Brian’s curls, holding him down for a kiss.
With a low growl of his own, Brian took control of their lovemaking. He grabbed AJ’s wrists, holding them in a vice grip above his head and started to thrust hard and fast into him until the bed was banging into the wall.
AJ cried out at the sensation, breaking their kiss to throw his head back. He tried to grab onto something, anything, but the way Brian held his wrists prevented him from getting anything into his grip. So he clenched and unclenched his fists in the air while his body pumped to meet Brian thrust for thrust.
When Brian attacked the side of his neck, biting the skin there, AJ gasped. When Brian moved his mouth lower, biting and sucking on his collarbone, AJ couldn’t hold it in anymore. His body bucked and convulsed as his orgasm hit him like a fist. It was Brian’s mouth over his that muffled the scream he would have set free. Then he was swallowing Brian’s moaning shout as he reached that peak and spilled himself deep inside of AJ.
They collapsed to the bed, gasping for air and covered in sweat.
After a few minutes of trying to get his heartbeat under control, AJ rolled his head to the side and looked at Brian. “So,” he said, giving a small half grin. “Who was on the phone before?”
It was comical the way that Brian’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and then rose up in alarm. “Fuck!” Hearing him swear in that country boy voice actually had AJ stirring a little, but he tampered it down. “What, sugar?”
“It was Howie on the phone, and at the door. We’ve got an hour to get ourselves to the suite at the end of the hall for that stupid interview. They want time to get makeup and shit going, and clothes. Well, less than that, now, and we both need to shower.”
“Hm. Well, we better go shower than.” AJ said with a grin. He rolled over Brian and off to the other side of the bed. On the way he grabbed Brian’s hand, pulling him with him and towards the bathroom.
“Alex!” Brian laughed when he realized AJ’s intent. “If I go in there with you, you know we’re not going to do much washing.”
AJ felt his grin spread over his whole face. “I’ll wash your back if you wash mine.”
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“I told you.” Brian whispered to him later as they walked down the hall. “We’re already running ten minutes late!”
AJ gave him a wide grin and winked, putting his arm over Brian’s shoulders. It was a safe move, because it was something he’d done to all of them at one point. It was a very casual, friendly, platonic gesture. But the words he whispered in Brian’s ear weren’t. “I can’t help it, Bri. Your body, it just drives me to distraction. I can’t help wanting you. Now that I’ve had you, it’s all I can think about.”
The look Brian slanted him had AJ’s blood heating all over again. It was straight sex. “Trust me, if we didn’t have to work, that’s exactly where we’d be. But we have this evening, and tonight, and all day tomorrow. We’ve just got to get this work out of the way first. Then my body can be yours, and your body will be mine.”
Sweet Jesus. How was he supposed to work now? “You fight dirty.” AJ hissed at him as they stepped inside the suite.
Throwing him a wink, Brian pulled away to head toward the sounds in the main room. “Alex, you aint seen nothing yet.”
He couldn’t help growling as he set off down the hallway after him. As carefully as possible, AJ snuck into the room and around people, making a beeline for the patio so he could have a quick smoke before this started. There hadn’t been a chance for one while they’d been getting ready. Not after their morning romp in bed, and then the shower, and then again against the wall in the hallway…
With a sigh of relief AJ stepped onto the patio and pulled out his cigarettes. He didn’t notice anyone was there until after his cigarette was already lit. Then his eyes slid up and found Stephen out there, leaning against the railing and looking down at the fans below. “Well hello, AJ.” Stephen said coldly, a smile plastered on his face as he stared below.
Resigned to sharing the patio for the duration of a smoke, AJ figured he didn’t have to talk. So he walked to the edge, as he always did to wave at fans, but stayed as far from Stephen as he could and ignored him. AJ flashed the people on the street a grin and waved at them all, blowing kisses occasionally. The screams would grow louder as he did.
“Quite the little fan base down there. I wonder how they’d react if they knew about you and little Saint Littrell?”
AJ ignored it all. He pulled out the little cards he’d put in his back pocket, just for this reason. With his cigarette dangling from his lips, AJ folded the little cards one by one and sent them flying down toward the ground. Each one had an autograph from one of the guys on it. Girls went wild as they tried to catch them.
“Everyone on the floor heard you fucking him last night. From the way you sounded he must have finally learned a little something about the whole business. Submissive little Littrell, I always called him. He never could take the initiative. He was always the…how do people put it? Oh, yes. The female in the relationship.”
That was a little too much for AJ. He kept his temper under lock and key as best he could, but he wasn’t going to let the idiot think he was getting the upper hand here. So AJ turned and flashed him a smile, stepping closer and resting his hip against the edge of the patio wall. His backside was a little too tender to lean back against it. But that was ok. He considered it a more than fair trade off.
“Is that what you think?” AJ asked casually, flicking his ashes. “Interesting.” He grinned and looked back out over the sea of girls.
After a minute Stephen spoke again, sounding irritated that he had to. “What’s so interesting?” he snapped.
“You calling him submissive. I find that interesting.”
“Oh yeah?”
Internally, AJ grinned. Hell yeah, he was getting to him. It was very satisfying. “Yep. I guess every persons view is different, but I don’t know. He didn’t seem very submissive to me.”
Stephen gave him a sharp glare. “We’ll see if you still say that a few months down the road when you find that you always have to be the one to start things. The one to take control. You’ll know what I mean then.”
Unable to help himself, AJ laughed out loud. “Oh, Stephen. You think he’s just some pathetic little weakling. You may have known him longer, but you really don’t know Brian at all. Submissive? Was he being submissive when he pinned my hands above my head?” AJ moved his wristbands, showing the light bruises that Brian had left on his wrists. Seeing them thrilled AJ. They had been worth it. “Was he being submissive when he pinned me to the bed and thrust into me so hard our entire bed slammed into the wall? Or, wait…was he submissive when he shoved me against the wall in the hallway and took me, right there, too anxious to even wait for the bed? Which one of those is being submissive? I’m confused.”
A dangerous glint entered Stephen’s eyes. He stood silently for a moment. Just as AJ started to step away, Stephen gave him a razor thin smile. “Maybe I’ll have to…test things out, so to speak, before I go home. It never was hard to convince him to get in bed with me. Just to see this new side of him you’re talking about.”
AJ froze in place. He had to force his body to move slowly and carefully, or he knew he’d pick the conceited fucker up and throw him off the patio.
Putting his hip back against the railing, AJ brought his body close to Stephen’s, leaning down to speak in a low voice. “First off, you know nothing about Brian if you think he’d willingly cheat. Second of all…” Here AJ dropped his hand down and grabbed hold of Stephen’s dick through his slacks in a crushing grip. His own body and the patio’s cement wall sheltered them enough that no one saw what he was doing. But Stephen’s body went tense, and his eyes bulged in his head. “…you bring this anywhere near my boyfriend, and I will personally cut it off and shove it down your lying, cheating throat.” He squeezed again for good measure, satisfied by the hiss of pain that Stephen made. “Are we clear on this?”
“Perfectly.” Stephen said through gritted teeth.
The patio door opened and Nick poked his head out. “Age! Makeup’s pitching a bitch looking for you.”
“On my way, Nick. Thanks!” AJ called back. He let go of Stephen and stepped away. Stopping to put his cigarette out in the ashtray, he gave him one last look over his shoulder. “Remember what I said.” Before walking back inside.