Code Blue (The Sierra View Series Book 3)

by Max Walker

  “Remind me why anyone here even has a cellphone?” Angela was clearly upset, and rightfully so. Apparently, there was a third threat and this one was more serious than the others. Ethan understood why her normally pale face was an off-shade of cherry red as she paced the tour bus, unable to sit down at the table with everyone else. There was room, especially now that Crow was sitting with his back against Ethan on the booth, Ethan’s arm draped across Crow’s shoulder.

  This was the first time the either of them showed any kind of physical connection in front of the group. Jordan’s glares didn’t go unnoticed, while Tony and Frankie both gave approving eyebrow raises toward the two. Ethan didn’t care what anyone else thought, he was happy to have Crow in his arms.

  “Sorry,” Crow said, sounding sincere. Angela didn’t meet his eyes, instead she looked at a letter in her hands. It was the first time Ethan noticed she was trembling.

  “This came in an hour ago.”

  The bus rattled slightly as the driver kicked it into a higher gear while he entered the highway. The letter was handed to Crow, Angela’s eyes pinned to the crumpled piece of paper.

  Crow began reading it out loud, while Ethan read over his shoulder. Immediately, he felt the creeps. The font was in bright red, the grammar was atrocious, and the capitalization was all over the place, starting things right off the bat with an unnerving fear.

  “Dear Crow, you’RE PeRFORMancEs have ALL been GreAT so FAR. Seriously., LOVE them. As much as I LOVe yoU!. U complete Me. So, I WAS obvioulSlY Upset when I Heard TONIGhts been CANCELLED.”

  Ethan had to look away. He couldn’t keep trying to read the letter, so he listened to Crow instead.

  “I was so upset, I made it all the way to your tour bus and I was so close to just talking to you and opening up and letting it all hang out, when… well, I saw you leave with a man. You both looked so happy. So fucking happy. Heartbroken. I watched you both leave, crying the entire time. I’m leaving this letter to let you know how heartbroken I am, and how I need you to stop hurting me. Please. I can’t. You won’t want to keep hurting me.”

  Ethan felt Crow shiver against him. He held onto him a little tighter, hoping the added pressure and body warmth would help soothe some of the anxiety he was sure to be feeling. This was no joke, and now Ethan felt like the crosshairs had grown double the size.

  “No one saw anyone leave this?” Crow asked.

  “The security guards were off with you two,” Angela said, her hand covering her face. “I called the cops, but again, they said there’s nothing they can do. One even said ‘mam, we aren’t CSI, we don’t have fancy light-up machines,’ fucking bitch.”

  Crow exhaled. Frankie and Troy were both looking at the letter on the table as though someone had let go of a live python. Jordan drank his vodka tonic, shaking his head almost imperceptibly. The entire mood was nervous and fucked up. This wasn’t supposed to be how Crow’s first national tour went.

  Ethan clapped his hands around Crow, surprising everyone. “OK, we know someone is a little batty out there, but right now, there’s nothing we can do about it. Absolutely nothing. I’ll pay for added security at the rest of the venu—“

  “No you’re not,” Crow said, cutting him off.

  “Yes, yes I am.”

  “That’s crazy, I’m not letting —“

  “Don’t worry, consider it going toward my bill. The one with the bottle of water I drank in your hotel room.”

  That got a laugh out of Crow. A big one. And everyone knows, when Crow laughs, the rest of the room laughs along with him. The shell of fear and anxiety that had been encasing them seemed to have cracked in that moment. Exactly what Ethan wanted to see happen.

  “Anyway,” Ethan continued. “I say we play some poker. Get our minds off things. It’s still only seven, we’re going to be on the road until tomorrow morning.”

  “Let’s do it,” Frankie said, slapping his hands on the table. “But none of that stripping bullshit. I’m tired of showing off my beer gut. I know it turns you fuckers on.” He got up with a laugh and walked toward the cabinets, opening up the one with the stack of board games and card games. He pulled out the box of cards and walked back, throwing it down on the center of the table.

  17 Crow Kensworth

  Crow was still feeling slightly shaken, but Ethan’s idea of playing cards and getting their minds off it helped keep Crow calm. It also helped that Ethan and Crow were sitting shoulder to shoulder for the entire game, their thighs pressed together under the table, their feet bumping against each other at random intervals. Each time, Crow could feel a spark that would light up and clear away some of the fog of fear the note had left. It helped that they were on the road and heading to a brand new city. Maybe whoever the crazy fan was didn’t have enough money to follow him from city to city. Maybe now that they saw he was with Ethan, they’ll slowly start getting over Crow. That letter could have been a sort of purging of their emotions, that way they can start off on a new slate.

  Jeez, I hope that’s what happened.

  Ethan yawned and stretched. A bump in the road sent his stack of red and black chips tumbling down, scattering across the table. They weren’t playing with real money so Ethan shrugged and looked at his watch. “You boys can keep those, I think I’m going to take a quick shower and head to bed.”

  Crow felt a quick bolt of disappointment. It was only twelve, Crow was good for at least another four hours. He could spend the rest of the night just talking with Ethan. Not only did he love it, but he was still also on a slight adrenaline rush from that damn letter, meaning sleep was going to be hard to come by.

  “S’ok, I’m clocking out, too.” Troy stood up, stretching, his white t-shirt hiking up and showing a twisted scar on his hip. Frankie followed suit, throwing his hand of cards onto the table. It looked like everyone was calling it an early night by Crow’s standard.

  Damn it.

  “Guys, please, I’m trying to sleep,” Angela said from behind one of the heavy dark black curtains that separated the bunk beds from the rest of the tour bus. She had gone to bed pretty much as soon as they started playing, although she handled the boisterous noise pretty well until the last half hour or so when she made everyone drop down to whispers.

  Crow slid out of the booth and let Ethan out. He went to the couch and flopped down, still not sure what he wanted to do. Except he was sure he didn’t want to go to bed.

  Maybe I can write.

  He sat up and reached for the navy blue spiral notebook resting on the couch’s armrest. He had been writing earlier in the day and had left the notebook on the couch with the pen tucked into the page he left off on. He went in and focused on the words, feeling the beat and hearing the flow in his head. He experimented with different phrases, swapped a few anchoring words around, changed up the rhyming structure a little.

  He almost had it. He felt it running through him like a river.

  And then he heard the door to the bathroom open. He looked up, on reflex, and saw a sight that made his mind go blank. Song structure was out the window. Rhymes were nonexistent. All he could think about was the perfect specimen of man that stood before him, lit from the side by the white bathroom light, the light playing off the beads of water that clung to hair on his chest, drops that fell off his flat stomach, down his dark happy trail, water sliding down the v-lines of his hips, holding up a precariously low white towel.

  The sexy bastard grinned at Crow before reaching around and grabbing the stack of clothes he had left outside the bathroom. He went back in and closed the door, leaving Crow with his jaw cracked open and his boxer-briefs feeling way too tight. Ethan was so damn perfect. He wasn’t overly built like some of the obnoxious models he had dated in the past, nor was he a slob who let his body go downhill. He kept himself manscaped and fit and was entirely attractive. From his toes to those sapphire blue eyes, the man had it all and Crow wanted it.

  He closed the notebook and set it aside. His ability to write songs was comp
letely annihilated by the fact that all the blood was no longer rushing to the right head (the more literary one). He waited a few more minutes until he heard the door to the bathroom open again. Like it was a cue he had been trained to expect, Crow got up from the couch and walked straight to the bathroom. Ethan looked at him, seeming a little surprised at the conviction Crow was coming at him with. Crow didn’t care. He grabbed Ethan by the hand and walked him past the drawn black curtains, straight toward his bedroom door. He pulled him in and shut the door behind them, dimming the lights before turning around and grabbing Ethan by the baggy blue sleeping shirt he had thrown on. He pulled him in, their lips crashing together in a display of unbridled passion. Crow moaned as Ethan parted his lips with his tongue, their kiss evolving into something deeper. Crow’s hands glided over Ethan’s back, pulling and kneading and tugging. Ethan’s hands fell down to Crow’s hips. Crow was wearing a pair of light blue gym shorts, which were quickly dropped by Ethan’s hands, falling down to his ankles and revealing a bulging pair of gray briefs. Ethan’s hand glided over Crow’s hardening cock, squeezing through the thin fabric and drawing out another moan from Crow. He broke from the kiss and let his head fall back as Ethan palmed him harder, making the fire in his gut explode outward, consuming his entire body.

  He wanted Ethan’s skin on his. All of him. He had to get rid of these clothes. It felt like he was wearing a straightjacket. He wanted Ethan that bad.

  “Fuck, I want you,” Crow said, putting his desires into low, husky words.

  Crow pushed Ethan back onto the springy bed. He bounced slightly, a naughty grin playing on his chiseled face as he bit on his lower lip. Crow’s knees always went weak whenever Ethan played with his lips. His jawline was perfectly squared and highlighted by the overhead lighting, set on a dim level. Crow licked his lips before climbing onto the bed, arms on either side of Ethan as he crawled his way up toward his face. He was finding that he couldn’t get enough of Ethan’s face. Of his lips. His tongue.

  He had to taste him again. Immediately, one hand went to grab at Ethan’s short hair while his left arm held him up. He picked Ethan’s head up and brought him in for a possessive kiss that sent a message through the both of them. Crow felt Ethan’s cock respond underneath him, jerking up, fighting against the shorts he had thrown on. Crow let go of Ethan’s head, setting him back down on the pillow, and reached down between them. From the feel of things, Ethan had forgone the underwear for the night.

  Fuck. Yes.

  Crow pushed his hands down past the waistband, immediately feeling a soft tuft of hair before running his fingers over the long, hard shaft. Ethan pulsed in Crow’s tightening grip. Their tongues lashed together, Crow thumbing the tip of Ethan’s already leaking cock. He spread it around, pulling a moan from Ethan and greedily swallowing it.

  He wanted to swallow something else too.

  Crow pulled back with a sinful smile. He looked down at Ethan, who was grinning just as devilishly. They had both been waiting for this like that one Christmas you never fucking forget. The one with all the limited edition Power Ranger toys and a god-damned easy-bake oven thrown in the mix. (It was a great Christmas for Crow and also, surprisingly, no one was tipped off by the oven).

  Yeah, that. It felt just like that.

  Crow lowered himself on the bed, feeling the hum of the bus around them. He dropped to his knees on the floor, tugging on Ethan’s pants as he did. Ethan already undid the zipper, allowing Crow to pull them off, releasing that thick, throbbing cock Crow was so ready to taste. He grabbed it with both hands, admiring the pure perfection of it.

  “Fuck,” Crow said with a breath, “I’ve never wanted to write a song about a dick, but yours is too perfect not too.”

  Ethan gave a delicious laugh, making his cock jerk in Crow’s grip. “You can call it Winter’s Staff.”

  Crow looked up, nodding his head with an overly impressed look. He loved how he was able to joke around while he held Ethan’s cock in his hands. It was a level of comfort he had never achieved with any of his past hookups. He didn’t even think that type of thing existed. “That’s actually not bad. Poetic, almost.”

  “I want a cut of the sales,” Ethan said, his eyes practically fucking glowing. “Although, there might be something else you can do. To, you know, prevent me from suing you and all.”

  Crow grinned, leaning in and licking around the crown, tasting Ethan’s salty excitement. “Oh really? What’s that?” He opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around Ethan’s head. Ethan’s head fell back on the pillow.

  “You’re already on the right track,” he said, his voice sounding a little more strained. Crow felt Ethan’s hands tangle in his hair, applying some pressure. Crow was up for the challenge. He opened his mouth wider and took in about half of Ethan’s length, savoring the warmth and taste, relishing in the reaction it drew from Ethan, who was now lifting his legs a little higher on the bed, his fingers pulling tighter on Crow’s hair.

  He picked up the pace, slurping greedily on Ethan’s cock, making sure he didn’t get too loud with the rest of the crew sleeping right outside, but he was also making sure Ethan knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that Crow was abso-fucking-lutely loving sucking on his cock. Crow knew he could spend an entire day on his knees and he wouldn’t care, as long as Ethan’s dick was at lips-level.

  He loved it. He loved trying to fit as much as he could before he had to come up for breath. He loved tracing lines down the velvet shaft, loved cupping Ethan’s balls, loved tasting him, smelling him, feeling him.

  Everything. He fucking loved it. And, from the sounds of it, Ethan did too. His grunts got deeper, more animalistic as Crow started swallowing more of Ethan’s cock, looking up and locking their lustful gazes, Crow’s mouth full of cock, saliva dripping down Ethan’s balls, pure and primal and so damn hot.

  Ethan’s head fell back on the pillow, breaking the connection. Crow went back to dutifully sucking on his rod, using his hand to cover whatever area he couldn’t with his lips, his tongue wrapping and swirling and lapping. Ethan was unravelling like putty. His thighs were tensing and starting to squeeze around Crow. His hips started to thrust a little harder, sinking his cock a little deeper, hitting the back of Crow’s throat.

  “Fuck, that’s it, take it, Crow.”

  Crow moaned around Ethan’s dick as he swallowed as much of it as he could. He pulled back for a breath, kissing Ethan’s thigh before gently sucking and biting on the sensitive skin. “Come for me, Ethan,” Crow said, rubbing the head of his man’s cock against his lips. He opened his mouth and took him back in, thrusting Ethan over the edge. He said something that quickly transformed into a guttural moan as his entire body convulsed with the orgasm. Crow felt the first blast of seed hit the back of his throat, and he swallowed it back like it was the last fucking coke in the desert. He kept going, taking as much as Ethan was unloading, his entire body quivering around Crow’s as the waves crashed over him, lessening with each passing second until Ethan was left twitching on the bed. Crow climbed back up, a smile plastered on his face, his lips plump and glistening wet. Ethan pulled him in for a kiss, his tongue taking back some of what he gave Crow.

  It was insanely hot. Crow’s cock pulsed almost painfully against his briefs. He had to get out of his pants before he broke right through them. He reached down between them and worked off his wet briefs, still not breaking from the hottest kiss of his life.

  Crow dropped his hips, rubbing his stiff cock on a still very hard Ethan.

  “Already down for round two?” Crow asked in a husky voice.

  “I’m down for the fucking World Series.”

  Crow chuckled and locked lips, rolling their hard dicks together between them, Ethan still getting them both sticky and wet from some leftovers.

  “I want you to fuck me,” Ethan groaned as they broke for breath, their faces inches apart, their breaths caressing the others lips. “I need it.”

  The words could not have been hotter. Crow almost c
ame right then and there. He had wanted this like nothing else, and now he was going to have it. Him and Ethan, one. Crow couldn’t have reached for the bedside table fast enough, opening the drawer and grabbing a condom. Seconds later, the head of his cock was pressed against Ethan’s needy ass. Crow looked down, deep into Ethan’s eyes, finding a connection there unlike any he had shared with anyone else. Whatever was between them was something incredibly special, and Crow felt like he was about to cement that.

  He pushed his hips forward as he grabbed Ethan’s legs and hoisted him up, aiming his ass higher in the air. Ethan’s eyebrows drew together as his eyes lit up the moment Crow entered him. Slow at first. Very slow. Crow read Ethan’s expressions, making sure he wasn’t hurting him at any point. They hadn’t used any fingers beforehand, but Ethan seemed relaxed enough to handle it. He also wasn’t as big as Ethan, so he felt a little more comfortable picking up the pace as soon as Ethan started biting his lower lip, asking for more.

  “Fuck, yeah, Crow, put it in.”

  It was so fucking sexy. Seeing this incredibly handsome man, his face shadowed with a light beard, his hair ruffled and his stunning blue eyes half-lidded, telling a story of pure bliss, his voice husky and his breathing heavy and his grunts deep.

  “Fuck, Ethan, you’re beyond sexy. You’re everything. So fucking incredible.”

  Crow wasn’t much of a curser, but his mind was no longer holding the reigns. This moment was being driven on a wave of passion, a current of lust. He wanted to be buried balls deep inside his man, claim him as his own, make him want more. He wanted Ethan in every way he could get him, for however long they could go for.

  He thrust, finding a rhythm that had both their eyes rolling backward. Crow reached down between Ethan’s legs and grabbed his thick bouncing cock, giving it a few strokes before Ethan reached his hand out to stop him.

  “You already have me so fucking close,” Ethan said. “I don’t want to come yet.”