Scott heard her. “Me and Brandon probably could. Too bad Chico’s not here. He’d throw you over his shoulder.” He tapped Austin’s nose with a finger.
“I can, but I got one condition.” Wesley licked his lips. “Blowjob when I’m done.”
Mackenzie hesitated. She and Wesley had fucked many times, but Brandon didn’t know him. “I have to ask my boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend?” That was a shock to him. “Since when do you date?”
She smiled and watched Brandon pace the concrete outside. “Since recently. You’ll like him.” She knew he listened to Wicked End’s music. Almost anyone she knew who was into rock music, had at least heard of them. “I can’t make promises, but if he says no, I may be able to hook you up with a hot chick or two.” She was sure women hung around the hotel trying to meet them.
“Hell yeah! Deal!” Wesley looked up at the door of his shop opening. “Gotta go. My two o’clock is here. Text me the address. I’ll be there about 10. Later.”
Mackenzie smiled as she put her phone away. Then she looked up at Scott and Austin. “He’s coming to your hotel room tonight.” She wandered over to the sliding glass doors. Brandon didn’t look upset anymore, just frustrated. She opened the door slowly. “Baby?”
Startled, his head whipped around. “Shit. Didn’t hear the door.” He started towards her. “I got us a room, but it’s not a big one.”
“I bet it’s fine.” She offered him her hand. When he clasped it in hers, she continued, “Austin’s getting his tattoo finished tonight. My friend Wesley’s coming to the hotel.”
Brandon watched her expression. She was nervous. “He’s one of them, ain’t he?”
“Um, well… Yeah.” She bit her bottom lip. “I told him nothing can happen without your say-so.”
He pulled her into his arms. “Thanks. We’ll see.” He sighed. “Did Gabriel come downstairs?”
She slid her hands up his back. “He was on the phone when I left him.” Then she heard his voice. “Sounds like he’s done.”
They walked inside together. Brandon pulled out his wallet. “How much will it take to hold this place until I get back?”
“Why till then?” Mackenzie was confused.
Brandon put an arm over her shoulders. “I wanna spend the first night here with you.”
“Aww.” Austin chuckled. “Brandon turned into a pussy.” The glare from Brandon made him take a step back. “Or maybe not.”
Gabriel cleared his throat. “Sorry to interrupt, but I do have other showings.”
“Sorry.” Mackenzie put a hand on Brandon’s back.
After checking his phone, Gabriel said, “The owners said one month’s rent is good for now. When will you be back?”
“Good question.” Brandon looked up thinking for a few seconds. “Tour’s done in two weeks. But then I gotta get home and pack up.” He paused, thinking again. “It may be a month.”
Gabriel took a minute, then replied, “We could start the background and credit checks today. Then do the lease via mail, if you have an address I can send it to.”
“You can send it to Scott and Austin’s house. I’ll get you the address.” Brandon felt a bit relieved as he counted out hundred-dollar bills.
Holding up a hand, Gabriel moved towards Brandon. “Let’s do that in my office.” He waved them to the front door. “I’ll meet you there.”
After endless paperwork, Brandon, Mackenzie, Scott, Austin and Jesse headed to Wesley’s shop. Brandon sat in the front seat wondering what the guy looked like. From his name, he expected him to be scrawny. Names didn’t always fit though. He tried to recall Wesley’s name in her phone. There was one that started with a “W,” but he couldn’t recall what they texted each other.
“This is it,” Mackenzie announced as she parked. She looked back at Austin. “You ready?”
Austin gulped and closed his eyes. “As ready as I’ll ever be. This is just a consult, right? He’s not gotta tie me down and tattoo me now, right?”
Feeling his angst, Scott grabbed his hand. “No needles now. Promise.”
“He needs to look at what you have and find out what you want the rest to look like.” Mackenzie reached back and patted his knee. “We’ll make sure he does what you want to it.”
Nodding, Austin tried to relax. “OK.” He climbed out of the backseat, which wasn’t easy. Then he stretched and took a few deep breaths. “It’s so humid here.” Anxiety was starting to grip him.
Scott was starting to worry. He got out of the car and walked over to Austin a few feet away. “Hey. I’ll be right there the whole time.” He watched Austin’s hands shaking. After looking around and finding no one paying them any mind, he moved closer. Then he closed his eyes and tugged Austin into his arms. “You can change your mind.”
His heart swelling, Austin wrapped his arms around Scott. Public displays of affection were almost non-existent in their relationship. He tried to say something, but emotion choked him up. Instead, he kissed Scott’s forehead and closed his eyes.
Mackenzie looked on with a smile. Brandon held her from behind as they waited for Austin to be ready. She was proud of Scott for not letting anything get in the way of comforting his lover.
“Do they realize there’s people around?” Brandon whispered. He knew they hid their relationship from fans.
She checked their surroundings. The strip mall held a bar and computer shop as well as a discount store, among other things. A few shoppers looked their way, but no one seemed interested in them.
“No one cares,” she assured him.
Austin took a step back, nervous a fan would catch them being so intimate. He knew Scott would freak the fuck out if that happened. “Let’s do this.”
Grinning, Scott glanced up at Austin. “I’m proud of you.”
“Thanks.” Austin scanned the storefronts and found the tattoo shop. He headed in that direction. The others quickly followed him.
Wesley heard the door chime and paused, his attention moving from the skin in front of him. “Hey, babe. See you brought your—” He stood up. “You gotta be kidding me!”
The young man with his tattoo almost completed looked up as well. “Oh, shit.”
Mackenzie grinned and hugged Brandon’s arm. “I brought my boyfriend and some of his bandmates.”
“He really is the Brandon on your thigh?” Wesley was stunned. “I thought you were fuckin’ with me. Wicked End is in my shop. Oh, shit!”
Brandon looked Wesley over. He was not what he expected, at all. Big, scary looking guy. Meeting Wesley in a dark alley might make even him tremble. He guessed he was the owner of the Harley parked on the sidewalk outside. Wesley looked the type. He wondered what their time together was like. Mackenzie had let it slip that one of her former lovers basically dominated her. He looked like he would enjoy that.
“It’s really me,” Brandon admitted. Then he patted Austin on the back. “My friend here is the one who’s getting tatted. We’ll hang out until you’re done.” They settled on the couches nearby and waited.
The sound of the tattoo gun made Austin shiver. He grasped Scott’s hand and held it between them, out of sight. Eyes closed, he told himself, You can do this. Scott leaning his head on his shoulder made him smile. It was a brief, but loving, gesture.
“No needles now. I swear,” Scott reassured him. Squeezing Austin’s hand, he tried to think of another way to relax him with the others around. Nothing came to mind. “You OK?”
Austin nodded. “Just nervous.”
Mackenzie sat on Brandon’s lap debating on whether or not to tell him what Wesley wanted as partial payment initially. She worried about Wesley blurting it out. Laying her head on his shoulder, she laid a hand on his opposite cheek.
“He’s the one I told you about,” she said as plainly as possible. “The one who restrained me most of the time.”
Brandon sighed, wishing he hadn’t been right. “I figured.” Then he took a deep breath. “What did he want in return for do
ing the tattoo at the hotel?”
“A blowjob.”
His eyebrows went up. “That’s all?”
“Huh?” She was confused.
He hugged her. “If all he wants is a blowjob to get this done, I’m down with it if you are. But only with me and Scott right there. I don’t trust him. And if I want, I can fuck you at the same time.”
“Deal.” She grinned.
Jesse stood and looked around. “I never been to this shop before. Maybe I’ll come here to get my next one.” He checked out the pictures in a photo album lying on the counter. “Kenzie, did he do all your work?”
“Just the recent ones.” She relayed.
He thought about her body. The big tattoos on her back were eye-catchers. The others were minor and he couldn’t remember them all. “The rose vine?”
“No.” She bit her lip. That she had gotten in Baltimore, before Brandon joined Wicked End. “He did the wolf on my hip.”
It was not Brandon’s favorite but was done well, with great detail. “What made you get a wolf?” He had never asked.
Mackenzie hesitated. “Um, well… It’s… I’m… I was a lone wolf.”
“Oh.” Brandon understood why he didn’t like it. Even without knowing it’s meaning, he must have felt it. “Do you still feel that way?” He tried to hide the pain that thought caused, but failed.
She sat up. “No.” She kissed his slightly trembling lips. “I’m part of a pack now.”
He smiled and touched his nose to hers. “That you are.”
“OK. Ready to check out what Austin wants done.” Wesley waved good-bye to his customer and came into the waiting area. He was beyond excited but hid it the best he could. “Do you wanna stay in here or sit in one of the chairs?” He gestured to the tattooing area.
Austin let Scott’s hand go and sat up straight. “Here. If you don’t mind.”
“That’s works.” Wesley sat in a chair across from Austin. “So do you mind if I ask why do we need to knock you out?”
Scott answered for him, “Needles.”
“Ah. I get it.” Wesley nodded. “I’ve had a few stop in the middle ’cause they couldn’t handle it.”
Austin sighed and took off his shirt. “Yeah, about that.” He turned so Wesley could see his left shoulder. “Can you finish that?”
Wesley pulled the chair closer and leaned forward. The outline was of a lion walking like it was hunting. “I gotta touch you. Nothing sexual intended.”
“It’s cool.” Austin winked at Scott, who grinned.
Examining the line work and skin condition, Wesley was relieved. “Looks like you took good care of it. Lines look good. I got a good base here.” He sat back again. “So are you looking for anything specific in the rest of the design? Do you want it to look mean? Or add anything around it?”
Austin turned to Scott. “I don’t know.”
“Hmm, then why did you choose a lion?” Wesley knew that would help him decide.
Glancing at his bandmates, he blushed slightly. “Well… I’m kinda dominant, and I come from a one-parent family. I was basically the man of the house most of my life. I thought it suited me. Until I passed out. I’m such a pussy.”
“I seen guys bigger than me freak out over a tattoo,” Wesley assured him. “It doesn’t make you less of a man. We all got fears. I scream like a girl when I see a spider.” He laughed. Then everyone joined him. “How about we make it more protective than vicious?”
Austin liked that idea. “Sounds good.”
“Gimme a few minutes to sketch it out.” Wesley got up to get a pad and pencil. “Then I need to take a few pics and trace what you have for size.”
After that, doing some errands and going to Jesse’s for a while, they wound up at the Hard Rock. “This is nicer than I expected.” Brandon looked around their hotel room. “If this is the smallest they have, I can’t imagine what Scott and Austin’s looks like.”
Mackenzie sat down and smiled. “Nice bed.” Then she glanced around. “This is bigger than any of the rooms I stay at on the road.” When she traveled for work, it was mostly cheap motels.
“We got this place till Friday morning,” Brandon said. “So you can unpack if you want.” Their luggage had been left at the door.
She lay back. “Not yet. Too tired.” It was beyond dinnertime, but she wasn’t ready to head out again. “Can we order pizza again or something?”
“If you’re that tired, take a nap.” Brandon took his boots off and sat next to her. He had hoped them being alone would mean sex. She hadn’t shown him a hint of need since that morning though. “We can get dinner later.” He grimaced at his jeans chaffing his erection.
Kicking her shoes off, Mackenzie nodded. “Sorry, but I went to sleep late last night.” She crawled up the bed and got under the sheet and comforter.
For a few seconds, Brandon didn’t move. She stayed up late? Who the fuck was she with? She knew I was coming home. He took a few deep, calming breaths. All the blood going to his crotch made rational thought complicated. He followed her lead and pulled her into his arms.
“Love you,” she mumbled as her eyes closed. She patted his hands over her ribs.
He couldn’t take it any longer. “Why were you up so late last night? Did you have someone over?”
“Huh?”
Brandon shut his eyes. “Did you get fucked good last night? Is that why you don’t want me again?”
“Baby…” Her hand slowly lifted and landed on his head. “No sex since Sasha. Promise.” Before the shower, it had been four days for her. “Worked last night.” She took a breath, struggling to talk. “Had to… get it… done… Spend more… time with you… Long day. Fuck… later…”
He pushed his hard length into her ass cheek. “Can I fuck you while you sleep?” He waited but got no response. Pressing his cheek to hers, he called, “Kenzie? Tink?” She was out like a light. The lack of sleep on his part started to catch up with him. Her even breathing and body against him excited him and lulled him at the same time. He soon gave in and closed his eyes.
Chapter 15
Brandon knocked as Mackenzie texted Wesley back. Scott opened the door. Avenged Sevenfold’s “Unholy Confessions” played in the background. “You having a party?”
“Kinda.” Scott waved them in. He had plugged in a flash drive with of all his music on it. “Metal helps Austin relax.”
Jake and Chico sat on the couch with four girls surrounding them. Austin sat on the bed shirtless, with a drinking glass in his hand. It was filled to the brim with amber liquid. Angelo and Justin sat in chairs across the room. Mark, their third security man, was on the bus. They were staying at the hotel, in case they were needed.
“Here’s… here’s to… being… a pus-sy,” Austin slurred. He took a big gulp of his drink. “Or maybe getting some pussy. Kenzie, come open my pants and see if I’m hard.”
She laughed. “Wow. I never saw him drunk before.”
“It’s rare,” Brandon commented. Then he moved to the bucket of beer bottles and snatched one. “I need a drink, too.” He was horny as hell because they had woken up late. With her around, his dick had a mind of its own.
Austin waved his hand, spilling alcohol in the process. “Help yourself.”
Mackenzie walked over to Austin. “How much did you drink?”
“One of these.” He thrust the glass towards her and splashed some its contents onto her. “Oops.”
She looked down at the wet spot across her low cut black top. “It’s fine.”
“Lemme help you.” Austin licked her cleavage. “Tasty titties.” He quickly drained his glass, cringed from the burn, then grabbed Mackenzie by the ass. The glass fell to the carpet in the process. “Time to fuck.” He easily tossed her onto the bed and fell on top of her.
She giggled as he tried to tug her skirt up. “Shit-faced is an understatement.”
“Why won’t your clothes come off?” Austin was beyond confused. “I think I got a hard-on. How abou
t we throw these guys out and… Wait. Where’s Scott? Hey, Scott. Come fuck my...”
She slapped her hand over his mouth. “Uh, I think he’s too drunk.”
Scott knelt on the bed. “What you two doing?”
“He thinks he can fuck in this condition.” She chuckled. Then her expression turned serious. “He’s gonna out you two if you don’t get rid of those girls.”
Eyes opened wide, Scott looked around. “What’d he say?”
“He was about to ask you to fuck him,” she whispered.
Brandon sat on the bed on their other side. “Buddy, you still with us?”
Austin nodded, then groaned.
Brandon asked Mackenzie, “Why you holding his mouth shut?” Brandon hadn’t heard what he said either. “Is he babbling?”
Scott glanced up at Brandon. “Kinda. About things, he needs to shut up about.”
“Oh.” He looked at the groupies. “Oh shit.” He got to his feet. “Hey, Jake, I need to talk to you.”
Mackenzie gritted her teeth when Austin started grinding his erection into her bare crotch. She only wore a skirt because Brandon asked her to. Regretting her clothing choices, she gasped. Her hand slipped.
“Want my dick, baby?” Austin leaned down and asked in her ear. “Wanna fuck you while Scott fucks me.”
Her entire body shuddered with the image he brought on. Maybe we can try that again sometime?
Scott and Chico lifted Austin off Mackenzie. “Slide out,” Scott told her. While she did, he grinned. Her pussy was fully on display, her skirt all the way up. Scott wanted to lean down and take a lick.
“Mine first,” Brandon proclaimed. “After I get some more pussy, I’ll think about sharing.”
Austin groaned when he was placed face down. “I want pussy, too.”
“You need another drink so you’ll shut up.” Scott picked up Austin’s glass and walked away.
Brandon stood between Mackenzie’s legs, holding them open. He cock strained to break free of his pants. “Can we duck in the bathroom? You’re driving me nuts.” After cumming so hard that morning, it made no sense. The need was insane though. “My jeans’re gonna have a wet spot soon.”
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