Less than 30 minutes later, they were stepping out of a cab in Mid City. It was hard to believe it had been devastated by hurricane Katrina years before. The festival was already in full swing, and everything looked as normal as could be. Brandon was glad they had the time to sightsee.
Not far from them, Scott and Austin sat in a bar listening to a German rock band and drinking beer. The band was doing a cover of Rammstein’s “Du Hast,” a popular song years before even in the US. So far, they’d had fun eating, drinking and just people-watching. No one paid them any mind. They both wore baseball caps and rarely made eye contact with anyone. It seemed the party atmosphere kept the crowd entertained enough to ignore them.
Scott reached under the table and squeezed Austin’s thigh. “Maybe after the show, we can check out the French Quarter.” He had to shout to be heard.
Without turning, Austin nodded and draped his arm on the back of Scott’s chair. “Too bad it’s not Mardi Gras. This is cool, though.”
He thought about going some place where they could be themselves, but didn’t want Scott to be worried. Dying to hold Scott close, his hand clenched into a fist. There was still a month left on their current tour. After that, they could go back to California, to the house they owned together. No one but their band, crew and Tommy Fischer of Gasoline knew they were lovers, so they had to be careful around the public.
“Maybe we should head over to the hotel,” Austin suggested. “Or go pick up a few girls.” He smirked. Foursomes were always fun.
Scott was thinking the same thing. The music was good, but he felt too exposed. He kept having the urge to kiss Austin. There was no way he was doing that in public. The encounter in the bathroom played through his mind, causing a perpetual erection. He wanted to finish what they started. Although he cared about Austin deeply, showing that side of himself was complicated for Scott. At least he was able to express his sexual attraction freely in private.
“Either sounds good.” Scott sat up straight and turned to Austin. “We still got a few hours, right?”
Austin nodded. “Yeah, let’s go.” He stood up and put a hand on Scott’s shoulder. “Girls or no girls?”
“Let’s walk around and see if we find any our type.” Scott winked.
* * *
Brandon led Mackenzie down the street, her arm linked in his. They had tried a variety of food and alcohol. The area was crowded, but still some people recognized him. He was relieved he didn’t put his hardware back in. Although the piercings were not the only reason they could identify him, they would make him stand out more.
With Wicked End headlining the huge festival that weekend, the entire city knew they were in town. There were images of the band everywhere as well. Luckily, the fans they met were sedate and happy with pictures and autographs.
They stopped to watch a group of street performers dance. It was nice to be just part of a crowd for a change. Brandon could rarely do that anymore. He hoped the whole weekend was that relaxed.
Mackenzie’s head rested on his upper arm. She was having a great time. Things were like they were before Brandon was famous, even with the occasional polite interruptions. They had gone to numerous festivals and concerts together back in those years. Their lives had changed so much since, then.
She was glad they finally started dating after so many years of friendship and being casual lovers. It made their relationship much more solid. She didn’t fear losing him or things falling apart. They had been through too much together.
“Brandon!” someone nearby shouted.
He groaned, wishing the fans would leave them alone. Pulling Mackenzie closer, he looked around. His eyes settled on Scott and Austin. He let out a sigh of relief. “Scott and Austin’re here.” He waved them over.
“Hey, man.” Scott smiled at the couple. “This is great, huh?” Thoughts of having both of them naked again dominated his mind for a few seconds. “We were debating on what to do next.” His eyes raked over Mackenzie, wondering if maybe they should all go back to their hotel room together.
Brandon nodded. “There’s a lot here. I hear they’re starting the parade tonight.”
“I guess.” Scott shrugged. “Not really my thing.” He felt Austin’s thigh touch his and looked down.
Austin was fighting against touching Scott. He was almost sure he couldn’t wait any longer to pin him to their bed and make love to him. Seemed like being alone would be delayed even longer. Looked like him and Brandon were about to make plans.
“Um.” Scott pulled in his bottom lip as he glanced down at Brandon’s crotch. He wanted badly to suck Brandon’s dick again, except with Brandon conscious this time. “How about we all go back to our hotel room and see what happens?”
Mackenzie tried to hide her excitement. She had hoped there would be another group encounter, with Scott at least. A foursome with Austin as well would be even better. She tightened her grip on Brandon’s hand. He was the reluctant one, normally.
Surprisingly, Brandon was thinking of agreeing to it. He knew how hard Mackenzie got off seeing Scott and Austin together. A group scene with them was something he had hesitated to try again. Although the first time was unexpected, she wanted more, and he knew it.
“Well…” He hesitated as he looked up at Austin. Scott, he was semi-comfortable with, but Austin, he did not know as well. “Maybe… Uh, but…” He glanced down at Mackenzie’s shuffling feet. “I’m not sure how far I can go.”
Austin frowned. “I won’t let Scott do anything you don’t like.”
Scott narrowed his eyebrows and glared at Austin. He did not want Brandon to know he was attracted to him sexually. As far as he knew, Brandon was clueless. Brandon glanced at him but didn’t seem upset. That was good.
“OK, then.” Brandon tugged Mackenzie into an embrace and whispered, “We need to take this slow, OK?”
She got up on tiptoe. “Slow it is.” She kissed his lips softly. Then she grabbed his ass hard. “I’ll take what I can get. Even if it’s just you and me…” She turned and looked at the couple next to them. “...and them watching.” Her pussy clenched. “You know I’d love that.”
“Yeah.” He pressed his pelvis against her belly, letting her feel his growing dick. “Me too.”
Scott grinned. “Cool. Let’s go.”
She leered at them all, one at a time. For a fleeting moment, the video Austin had sent her of him fucking Scott came to mind. She knew Brandon wouldn’t go that far. However, she would love to film whatever he was willing to allow. That would be asking too much though.
When they had gotten out of the cab, Brandon looked up. “You’re staying at the Hyatt? That’s weird.”
“Why?” Austin led them inside, not catching Brandon’s meaning.
Brandon shook his head, wondering why he was surprised, since the hotel was so close to the arena. “We’re staying here, too.” He took Mackenzie’s hand in his. “What room?”
“320.” Austin placed a hand on Scott’s lower back.
Mackenzie was glad they would be close all weekend. Then the room number registered. She laughed. “We’re in 318. This could get interesting.”
When they strode into Austin and Scott’s room, Brandon noticed a door that looked like it led to their room. He unlocked it and opened it, finding another door. “I’ll be right back.” He left quickly and went to their room.
Scott smiled at Mackenzie. “Hmmm, this could definitely be fun.” His grin widened when Brandon walked back in the connecting door. “Oh yeah, fun.”
Scott imagined sneaking in their room while everyone slept. Crawling into their bed and going from one of them to the other, kissing, caressing, sucking, and fucking. His face heated unknowingly as the fantasy played out in his head.
“You all right, Scott?” Austin touched his shoulder.
Scott jumped. “Uh, uh, yeah,” he stammered, guilt coming over him. “I was kinda lost in thought.”
“Yeah.” Austin brushed Scott’s ear with his lips. “Abo
ut Brandon, I see.” He closed his eyes, wanting to find a way for Scott to let Brandon go. At least he was sure it was purely sexual. “Please don’t leave me to go fuck around with them.” He never admitted how much that hurt him.
Mackenzie noticed the tension between them and walked to Brandon. “Can we leave the door unlocked so they can come watch sometimes?”
“Hell yeah.” Brandon grabbed her by the waist and pressed her into a nearby wall. “Good thing I got the embarrassing moment over with while we were alone. Them seeing me go a minute and a half woulda sucked.” He winked. “And not in a good way.” His lips crashed into hers, his tongue seeking hers right away.
She moaned and ran her hands over his chest. Then her eyes opened wide when he snatched her hands and held them to the wall. His kisses became more aggressive as well. It surprised her since they planned on a foursome. The possibility of seeing Scott and Austin together normally turned him off, not on.
“Maybe I’ll have them hold you down while I fuck your ass, hard.” Brandon had so many images floating in his head; he couldn’t decide what to do to her first. “Or make you take all three of us at once. Fill all your holes with cum till you burst. All of us getting a turn everywhere.” His dick was so hard at that point, he had forgotten his bandmates were there.
Austin turned Scott towards him. “Let them get reacquainted. I need you, too.” He held Scott’s chin in a hand and kissed his lips. “If you’re not comfortable with them watching, we can go in the bathroom.”
Scott looked over at Brandon and Mackenzie once more. Brandon was tugging Mackenzie’s clothes off as fast as he could. “I think she was hoping for a bit of… well, more than just her man.”
“And after they fuck, we can give her that.” He watched Brandon lift Mackenzie up. “I don’t even think they realize we’re still here right now.”
Mackenzie clung to Brandon’s neck as he struggled to get his jeans open. “I love you, baby.” She nuzzled his neck and ran her tongue over his still unadorned ear. “Fuck me.” He shifted her and suddenly filled her in one stroke. “Oh God!” Her head smacked the wall, and she barely felt it. “Brandon!”
He thrust again with more force. Then his pants fell to his knees and he almost lost his balance. “Shit!” He used one hand to push them lower. They sank to his boots. “Better.” He pulled back and slammed into her hard. “Fuck.”
Scott gaped at Brandon’s bare ass while he pounded Mackenzie. He stared as the muscles clenched and released with each stroke. Scott’s cock grew harder as he visualized himself behind Brandon, fucking him.
“Maybe one day, he’ll let you touch him again,” Austin softly said. “I’ll try to set it up, OK?”
Nodding, Scott turned back to his lover. “I’m sorry.” He placed his hands on Austin’s waist. “I swear it’s just… Um, well, just… I want him.”
Austin cupped his erection. “I can feel that.” He gave him a half smile as he opened his pants. “I’ve known all along. It’s OK. As long as it stays just sex.”
“It will.” Scott moaned as Austin rubbed his length slowly. “If he lets me do anything to him again.” His breath caught as Austin slid his hand into his boxers. Then he blurted out, “I gave him a rimjob, too.”
Austin’s mouth dropped. “When?” Scott had only told him about the blowjob when Brandon was passed out.
“That night with him and Kenzie.”
Shocked, Austin didn’t know what to say. Although, a rimjob was not exactly sex in his eyes.
“Wish he would’ve cum for me.” Scott sighed as he stepped out of his jeans.
Brandon held Mackenzie’s thighs open wide as he rammed his cock into her over and over again. She was in the throes of her second orgasm, scratching his back through his T-shirt. The pain was so welcome, so needed. He growled as she squeezed his dick again. It was so much better because they both waited out the time apart. Although she seemed to be overwhelmed easily.
She was overwhelmed again. Her entire body trembled with each thrust, and her emotions were going wild. Stars filled her vision. When she finally came down, Brandon’s face was buried in her hair as he continued to fuck her, but slower. Limbs sluggish, she let his neck go and ran her fingers through his hair.
“Bran-don…” She took in a few shaky breaths. “Only you make me feel this way.”
He smirked. “I know.” Then he lifted his head, and their eyes met. “I never want that to change.” A hand slid down his body, then up his side. “Goddammit, woman.” His breath quickened while she caressed his side again. “I’m trying to last. Please.”
He ground into her deeply, circling his hips slowly. Shuddering, he closed his eyes and clenched his pelvic muscles. He couldn’t let her force him over the edge. Not this time. His fingers dug into her flesh as she created waves of pleasure throughout his body. Fingertips grazed his left nipple. Even that sent shockwaves all over. He gasped, fighting to keep control.
Austin backed half-naked Scott into the bathroom, wanting him to stop gawking at the other couple. He had stashed their toiletry bag in there. After closing the door, he opened the bag and rifled through it for a condom and lubricant. His balls screamed for relief, and he wasn’t planning to wait much longer.
“You sure this is a good idea?” Scott asked.
Oblivious to Austin’s movement, Scott turned to the door. He had hoped Mackenzie would ask him to join them. Leaning on the middle of the double vanity, he looked around the spacious room. The shower stall was big enough for two, which could come in handy. The bathtub was as well. Austin had chosen well.
Then suddenly he was face down on the counter. He let out a short yelp. He looked up at Austin behind him in the mirror. The look on his face showed a mix of jealousy and anger. Fabric tearing made his eyes widen. His ruined boxers fell to his feet. When Austin grabbed both his hands in one of his, he shut his eyes and braced for pain.
Austin had his cock poised at Scott’s entrance, ready to make him forget Brandon. He took deep breaths, trying to rein in the anger. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt the man he loved. He pressed inside Scott slightly and felt Scott’s fear.
“Relax,” Austin commanded. “Now, and don’t move your hands.”
Instantly, Scott complied. Before Austin, he had no clue he had a submissive streak. When Austin held both of his shoulders, he had to fight to stay calm. Only once had Austin hurt him when angry, but it stayed with him. Austin had him pinned to the bed and fucked him so hard, he was screaming in pain. Afterwards, Scott shook as Austin held him, apologizing. It was years ago, before Austin realized how dominant he could be.
“Oh, fucking God!” Scott shouted when Austin thrust his full length into him in one stroke. He was so glad he used enough lube that time. Although he would rather have had a bit of foreplay first. “Austin…” The head of Austin’s cock rubbed his prostate as he pumped into him again and again.
Moaning, Austin tightened his grip on Scott’s shoulders. His hips hit into Scott’s ass with a harsh, yet controlled, rhythm. He smiled as Scott cried out his name again. After kicking his legs open a bit wider, he watched Scott’s cock and balls swing freely with each withdrawal. His dick was as hard as could be. Having the urge to tease, he reached around Scott and grabbed hold of his shaft.
“Yes. Please,” Scott begged. When Austin did nothing but hold his dick, he pushed back.
Austin plunged into Scott fully and leaned on his back. “Stay still, or I’ll pull out,” he growled. Then he jerked Scott’s cock a few times, until pre-cum oozed over his fingers. He lifted his hand to his mouth and licked the fluid off. “Mmm, best ever.” He pressed Scott down with a hand on his back. “Will you stay still now?”
“Yes.” Scott’s voice was shaky. He needed to cum so badly. Austin started fucking him again, much harder. “Ah!” His hands balled into fists.
It wasn’t easy being still, but Scott knew Austin wasn’t kidding. Each thrust created even more pleasure. When he thought he couldn’t take the press
ure any longer, Austin gripped his cock again. His eyes rolled back. Austin ran his hand over the head, faster and faster, until his hips and hand moved together.
“Gonna… Shit!” Scott cried out, “Gonna cum! Austin!” Semen spurted all over the floor.
Austin gasped as Scott’s ass tensed and rammed into him hard. “Scott, Scott…” he groaned as his balls emptied into the condom.
Back in the room, Brandon carried Mackenzie to the bed, hoping not to trip on his pants. He had noticed they were alone. Still deep inside of her, he held her close as he set her on the bed, her ass at the edge. He had not cum yet, although she had several times. Her feet at his shoulders, he smiled down at her.
Mackenzie reached out to him. He lay down on her, allowing her legs down and took her hands in his. She lifted her head and kissed his lips softly. Without a word, he withdrew his cock and thrust back in hard. Her back arched, and she clung to his fingers.
“God, Brandon,” she breathed. Her hips ground into his. “Love you, baby.”
He brushed his lips over hers. “I love you more than you can imagine.” He moved his pelvis side to side, making her moan. “Next weekend, I want Sasha to come over, but I wanna watch.”
Her mouth dropped. “You what?”
“I wanna watch Sasha fuck you.” He rubbed her nose with his. “And I wanna be able to tell him what to do.” Just the thought was making him crazier.
She smiled slowly. “Ah, I get it.” It was a control thing.
“You can’t hold out like this every time.” He kissed her lips, cheek and neck, then whispered in her ear, “I thought I hurt you earlier. I’d rather you get some dick and me be able to watch than you explode.”
Her eyes closed, and her heart filled with love. “So only when you’re watching now?”
“Not another rule.” He pulled back and rammed into her. “Only if I like it, OK?”
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