by BA Tortuga
A throat clearing loudly had him turning back to Ann Marie. “Watch that out in public, ’kay?”
His cheeks burned. “You got it, honey. I’ll behave.”
“Good. You’re decent to tour with; I’d hate for you to lose your shit over a pretty piece of ass.” She gave him a nod, and then the door clicked shut, leaving the bus quiet as all hell.
Hollis sighed. He’d bet the farm Jeremy had heard that. “Baby? You don’t have to pack. They’ll bring your shit in.”
“It’s okay. I’ll be in after I shower and stuff.”
Hollis went back and peered into Jeremy’s little cubby. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothin’.” Jeremy tugged on a sweatshirt, offered him a half grin that disappeared as quick as it showed up. “I’ll be more careful, huh?”
“Stop it.” That shut-down look made him mad as hell. “You didn’t do a goddamned thing wrong.”
“I—fuck, I did and you know it.” Jeremy shook his head, eyes rolling. “Hell, I’m worth way more to you as a trainer than as a piece of ass.”
“You’re worth it, one way or the other, okay? I just don’t want you getting all weird on me.” He didn’t want Jeremy running if he tried to touch the man.
“You got it.” Jeremy grabbed a pair of jeans and a weird-assed pair of rope sandals. “Go on, old man. If you’re lucky, you’ll be able to sneak something fried before I shower and shave.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Reluctant to leave but not knowing what else to do, Hollis wandered off the bus, wishing they’d just worked out or something.
Something that didn’t put that watchful, self-conscious look in Jeremy’s eyes.
Chapter Thirteen
JEREMY HEADED up to Hollis’s hotel room after a long, hot shower and a long, sharp lecture to himself in the mirror. Hollis had a huge fucking career to lose—huge—and he had his own gig to worry about and shit. Shit, he needed to remember that these people weren’t his friends. Hell, even Hollis was going to be off tour eventually, and he’d be back in Houston, looking for another place to call home. Hollis liked that he was there, available, horny, but that was it. He wasn’t the man’s lover.
They were just… taking advantage of both of them being willing.
After all, how many people daydreamed of sleeping with Hollis Lee? Thousands. Maybe more.
By the time he’d hit the elevator, Ann Marie was just stepping out. “Hey, kiddo. You heading up to give Hollis a workout?”
He forced himself not to blush, teeth sinking into the inside of his cheek. “I’ll probably have to go play policeman on the buffet line. That fried food is deadly on the arteries.”
“Oh, he had his biscuit. You’ve really got him following the rules already.” She smiled at him, sweet as pie, not really trying to make him self-conscious, just doing it anyway.
“It’s what they pay me for.” Oh man. Shit. That made him sound like a whore. “What floor are we on?”
“Fifteen. Your room is just down the hall. I didn’t get a connecting door, though. Just in case the press… you know.”
“Yeah. Okay.” God. Maybe he should just go stay with the other guys…. “You got a key card for me, for my room?”
“You bet. Here you go, honey.” She flashed that thousand-watt smile, blonde curls bobbing. “You have full access to all of the stuff. Gym, hot tub, sauna. And I’ve let them know that you’ll want to talk to the kitchen.”
“Cool. Thanks.” He hit the Up button about ten times, it seemed. Shit. He needed to work out or meditate or something, find his center.
Oh, who the fuck was he kidding?
He needed a couple of hits and a blow job and he’d be fine.
The door opened up on his floor, and boom, there was Hollis, almost running him down. Tall, wide, pretty as any man could be. And looking pissed. “There you are. I was hunting you.”
“Ann Marie caught me downstairs. Gave me the key to my room.”
“Well, I have a meet and greet at three, and I want to work out before that.” One hand reached out, almost touched him, but stopped. Hollis frowned and turned on one boot heel. “Come on.”
He followed, making himself focus on the job, on the important shit—getting Hollis loose and ready, getting the man’s heart pumping. God, when did it all start sounding like sex?
The suite Hollis was set up in had a great space for a workout. And Hollis already had some shit unpacked, just waiting on him.
“Take your boots off, man. You can’t get anything done with them on.” He stashed his little bag over on the bar, slipped his sandals off.
Hollis bent and pulled off the boots, those long legs suddenly looking twice as hot, that ass just… damn. Hard as a rock.
Stop it.
Right now.
God.
“You want to do weights or cardio or what?”
“Well, I’d rather do you, but I bet that’s out, right?” Oh, snarly.
“Like I’m going to let you near my ass with you all pissed off. You’ll strain something.”
He got a sharp look from those pretty eyes. “You will later, though? I’m not wanting to push, baby, but I’m not willing to give you up either.”
“I said I’d be more careful, that’s all.” Like he was giving this up until he had to. Shit, he needed enough to jack off to for fucking ever.
Hollis seemed to relax, all that stiffness and grr melting away. “Cool. Careful I can handle. Okay, weights, I guess. That way I look more cut for the interview.”
“Okay, you stretch out, and I’ll check out the weight room.”
Hollis needed more than a couple of twenty-pound barbells these days for a workout.
“Okay.” Was that a flash of disappointment? Well, tough. They’d already done stretching as foreplay.
God, this was why you didn’t fuck clients. It got weird.
Of course, fucking anybody got weird eventually.
Christ.
He got to the fancy-schmancy private weight room and got some weights set up, losing himself in the whole rhythm of it.
Hollis came on in, changed back into workout clothes, one hand patting his ass as the man went by. Plus, Hollis was humming again. Looked like the weirdness had passed for now.
“You want to start on arms or legs?”
Sexy bastard.
“Arms, yeah?” Winking, Hollis flexed. “Gotta be pumped, and I’ll be sitting down, so they won’t see my chicken legs shaking if we do them last and wear them out.”
“You’ve got great legs, man. They just can’t compete with those abs.” Or the pecs. The biceps were coming along nicely too.
“Thanks.” Preening a little, Hollis stretched out on the bench and started pressing. Goddamn.
He spotted when he needed to, lifting when Hollis didn’t need him. He was sorta bulking up; he really needed to back off on the weights and up the reps….
“So are you really going to police me at the buffet, baby? Or am I going to get to pig out once?”
“If you pig out, you’ll toss cookies. Your body is used to good food. Watch that right arm, man; you’re pulling too far back. You’ll tear up your shoulder.”
“Here?” That was closer but still overextending. Hollis tended to get sloppy after the first ten reps.
“No. Hold up.” He headed over, hands curling around Hollis’s shoulder. “Do it again.”
Hollis pressed up, then let the weight come back, stopping just where Jeremy wanted him to. “Better?”
“There you go.” Fuck, Hollis smelled good.
“Cool.” Yummy. Those muscles were like well-oiled machines. Those muscles that he’d help build back up.
“Come on, you’re looking good. Give me another set of ten, and then you can reverse the grip.” And he could stare at Hollis’s shoulders.
“Ten! Jesus Christ, Jeremy, my arms will fall off.” Oh, there was the grumpy bastard he knew and loved. That was enough to put him back on solid ground, the weirdness all gone.
“Bitch
, bitch, bitch. Come on, old man. You wanted that sausage biscuit, you fucking work it off.”
“Fuck you. I don’t think one fat bomb will ruin me. They say you should treat yourself once in a while when you’re on a starvation diet.” Look at that shit-eating grin.
“Starvation, my ass. Just because you were used to a 50 percent fat, 50 percent booze diet….” He grinned back, having a ball. He did love to play with the big fuckhead.
“Oh. Booze.” Up, down, squeeze. “I miss Jack. I do, I do.” But really, Hollis did healthy pretty well. Once he stopped pissing and moaning.
“I’ll drink a few shots for you later. Two more.”
They were both into it, his focus just on Hollis and that sweet body, making it as good as he could. He got fifteen more reps before Hollis changed his grip, each one pretty well perfect. It was like Hollis was inspired when he was closer.
“There you go. Slow it down now, let yourself feel it.” He grabbed a set of dumbbells and worked with Hollis, starting to sweat. They smelled like sex. All musk and heat and heavy breathing. God, it was good. So much for being careful, even if they weren’t touching.
“You….” He swallowed, cleared his throat. “You want to work your legs or you want food?”
Or, how do you feel about taking my ass to bed and fucking me raw, Hollis?
“Let’s work on my legs. I’ve got time.” Hollis dropped the bar into the cradle and sat up, then motioned for him to come stand between those long, long legs.
Jeremy headed over before he even thought. “I’ll get you set up….”
Two big hands settled on his ass as soon as he stepped between Hollis’s legs. “I’m already up, baby.”
“You and me both, man.” His glutes went tight, belly hard as a rock. “You look fine.”
“You look better than fine. And you smell amazing, baby.” Hollis leaned forward and rubbed against his chest, cheek catching against his shirt.
He opened his mouth to tell Hollis to be careful, to watch it. All that came out was a moan.
“Mmm-hmm. Yeah.” Those hands came up, tugged at his shirt, getting it up around his chest so Hollis could bend and lick at his belly.
“Hollis. Fuck.” His cock went from interested to harder than Chinese algebra, just like that.
“That’s the idea, baby. Jeremy. You taste like pure sex.” That rough tongue scraped up and down, following the little trail from his navel to his waistband.
His fingers tangled up in Hollis’s hair, hips wiggling, trying to get some friction on his cock.
“What do you want, baby? This? Huh?” Oh. His sweats went down, Hollis’s hand wrapped around his cock, and boom. He was in orbit.
“Oh, sweet fuck.” His eyes rolled like thrown dice, his balls tight as a boar’s backside. Yeah. Yeah. He wanted.
“Jeremy.” So good. Hollis moved, stroking him up and down, mouth moving back up, Hollis’s lips edging his shirt up so that amazing mouth could get to his nipples.
“Uh. Uh-huh.” He humped Hollis’s hand like a naughty puppy, whimpering every time the tip passed that callused thumb.
“Fuck.” Hollis watched him, saw him. Played with him. Those fingers gripped him so good, the other hand squeezing his ass.
“Gonna.” His thighs went so tight they felt like they were going to snap.
“’S okay. Come on. Want me to suck, baby?” Pushing him back, Hollis went right down, sucking at the head of his cock, tongue rubbing right under the head. That was all it took. The whole fucking world went white-hot and perfect, and he just poured himself out into Hollis’s lips. Humming, Hollis sucked him down, licking at him to catch every bit. That man had a mouth that would make the angels cry.
“I. Goddamn. You. Hollis.” His knees gave out, and he ended up kneeling in front of that beautiful son of a bitch, pulling the man into a kiss.
Hollis kissed him like the man was starving, like he was better than McDonald’s, even. And that was saying something. Jeremy got his hands around Hollis’s hips, thumbs working the hard shaft, sliding in time with the way Hollis was fucking his lips. He got a groan, one of those sexy fucking rock-star moans, Hollis’s hips starting to rock, the kiss going supernova. Fuck.
“Want. I’ll ride you.” He kept their lips together as he eased Hollis back on the weight bench. He crawled up that hard body, rubbing as he went.
“Yeah. Yeah, okay.” Hollis said it against his mouth, lips moving against his, cock pushing up against his belly.
He got his fingers pushed between their lips, both of them licking and wetting them so that he could get himself wet, get himself ready.
“Good. Baby. Come on, want to see.” Hell, Hollis was pushing his hand back, urging him on. Those eyes burned into him.
He sat up, getting his pants off one leg so he could straddle Hollis’s thighs, pushed two fingers deep enough to make his cock throb and threaten to come to life again.
“Oh yeah.” That deep growl had him shivering, had him pushing harder into himself to get really good and open. Hollis helped, touching him all over, petting his belly and thighs.
His cock just woke right up, bobbing and filling, each sound Hollis made making him harder.
“That’s it. That’s the way.” Hollis got slicked up too, licking those long fingers and stroking that thick cock, making it glisten.
“You’re…. Fuck, you’re something else.” Jeremy panted, crawling up Hollis’s body and getting himself situated.
“Yeah, well, I try, baby.” That sideways grin had him laughing, had his blood thumping in his veins. Hollis lifted him, positioned the head of that thick cock against him, and shoved right in.
“Uhn.” Oh, that burn was just right, deep in his belly, drawing his balls up so hard they felt like they were under his chin.
“Uh-huh. Goddamn.” Hollis sounded a little dazed, a lot happy, and horny as all get-out. It was a fine sound. And God, if they could bottle that smell. He grabbed hold of the weight stand and starting riding, bouncing up and down on Hollis’s prick, giving the man all he had.
“That’s it, baby. That’s fucking perfect.” Hollis’s belly rippled, that thick cock slammed into him, and those eyes just burned for him, into him.
Jeremy started blushing, the heat climbing up his belly. Fuck, Hollis made him feel….
Yeah.
Just like that.
“Come on, baby. I can feel how tight you are.” Lord, when Hollis’s hand wrapped around his prick and started stroking he knew he could come again, even though he’d thought he was done.
“Hollis….” His head snapped back, eyes rolling. Fuck. Fuck, yes. He bore down, squeezing Hollis for all he was worth.
“Oh, Jesus….” Hollis started really working him, hand and cock moving in concert, pushing and pulling. So fucking strong, that man. So hot.
“Uhn.” He squeezed again, dragging along Hollis’s shaft as his balls clenched, heat pouring out of him. A shout was his reward, Hollis arching hard enough to lift them off the weight bench, that cock throbbing deep inside him.
“God… baby.”
“Uh. Uh-huh.” He held himself up, arms shaking a little as he floated through the aftershocks.
“C’mere, Jeremy.” He got a kiss, Hollis stroking his back, loving on him like there was nothing in the world to worry on.
For now, he’d just let himself believe it, believe in it.
Chapter Fourteen
AH, THERE was nothing like a hot tub to ease the grr of a meet and greet. The few fans there had been fine. They were thrilled to meet him, get a hug, and have him autograph the occasional hat, butt, or boob. The press, though, they were ruthless, man. Just ruthless.
One of them had even had the nerve to ask if he was getting buff for his farewell tour.
Asshole.
He had champagne. Hot, foamy water. Now all he needed was Jeremy. Where was the little shit? It was a fucking private hot tub.
“Baby! Come on. It’s nice in here.”
“On my way.” Jer
emy’s head popped in, cheeks freshly shaved, one little cut on the chin.
“You better not be chopping off anything important.” Oh, that was a good look, though, despite the little red spot. Hollis approved.
“Yup. Took the prick right off at the root.” Jeremy rolled his eyes, started sliding his shorts off.
“That would be a damned shame, man.” Scooting, Hollis made room for Jeremy to get into the hot tub, just watching like his eyes were superglued in place.
Jeremy was clean-shaved, all but the tiniest little row of blond curls, right above that pretty cock.
“Oh, Jesus.” His cock went ninety to nothing, just boom. Hello, how are ya? “That’s… damn.”
“Too much?” Jeremy offered him a side look. God damn.
“No. Just right. Come here, baby.” If Jeremy didn’t get in there with him soon he was gonna melt. Jeremy slipped into the water with a soft groan, just sexy as all fuck as he sank in up to his neck. Hollis reached out with one hand, sort of floating Jeremy right to him, the water feeling silky and amazing. “Love the way you feel.”
“Mmm.” Jeremy gave him a grin, fingers reaching out and landing right on his belly, tugging gently at the hairs there. “How’d your meet and greet go?”
“Same old, same old. What did you do while I was away?” Jack off? Make hash brownies? Run on the treadmill like a hamster? Hollis grinned at his own thoughts.
“Yoga.”
“And I missed it?” All that bending and stretching and…. He wondered if Jeremy would do nude yoga for him.
“Yep. I was in the zone. It’s very relaxing, you know. I’m starting to bulk up a little, and I don’t want to lose my flexibility.”
“Bulk up….” Jeremy made him feel like an eight-hundred-pound gorilla. “You’re just fine the way you are.”
“Hey, working out with you has gained me a half inch on my biceps. See?” Jeremy lifted up a little, flexed for him. All those lean muscles looked amazing, slick and shiny with the water.
“Uh-huh. I see.” He touched too, sliding his fingers over each little cut and flex. Hollis moaned, long and low.
