Indigo Knights: The Boxed Set

by Jet Mykles

  Back on the fifteenth floor, he headed for the end of the hall, impressed that Foxy had secured a suite for a single night. But then, Noble shouldn’t be surprised, should he? The boy was a big star. He could afford it. Standing before the double doors, Noble took a brief moment to comb his hands through his loose purple hair, letting a little fall in a sexy wave over his brow. He wiggled fingers sans all but two rings—he’d left them behind because they got in the way during sex—then curled them into a fist to knock.

  He counted eight before Foxy opened the door. Dressed in a simple black button-down and dark jeans, he looked good enough to eat, from the tips of his bare toes to the top of the mess of curls on his head. Those heavy-lidded eyes blinked as he smiled. “Hi.”

  “Hi.”

  Foxy stepped back to allow Noble to enter. The suite was approximately a mirror image of Noble’s, except that the color scheme was blues and greens instead of browns and reds. The first room consisted of a couch, a large-screen television, a small bar, and a big window overlooking the river. The door to the bedroom beyond stood open. The television was on, showing some sitcom. “Looks like my room,” Noble said as he passed through the door. “But I like your color scheme better.”

  The door closed without any response. Noble kept walking toward the window, then stopped by the little two-seater dinette. A covered platter sat on it, along with a few unopened bottles of water. Being a curious man, he lifted the cover to see what was there. A platter of sliced fruits, cheese, and crackers alongside smoked salmon.

  “I wasn’t sure if you’d be hungry,” Foxy said from behind him.

  Noble glanced over his shoulder. Foxy had moved toward him but stopped a few feet away, hands dug deep in his pockets.

  “I ate.” Before he put the cover back, Noble swiped a plump strawberry. “But fruit’s always good.”

  Foxy watched his lips as he bit into the berry, just that assuring Noble that Foxy had no intention of backing out of tonight.

  Noble grinned as he threw the stem in the little sink in the bar. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  “So.” He sauntered over to stand before Foxy, liking the inch that the other man had on him. He was almost always looking down on his partners. It was nice to find someone of the same or greater height. He reached up to finger the collar of Foxy’s shirt. “What did you have planned for tonight?”

  Foxy’s lips parted, but no words emerged. Noble lifted a brow, waiting.

  Then Foxy frowned. “Your eyes were blue last night.”

  Noble blinked, then laughed and dropped his hand. “They were. Tonight they’re green.” A deep, emerald green he thought was particularly sexy.

  “You wear contacts?”

  “I do.”

  Foxy glanced up at his hair, then back at his eyes. A small smile curled the corner of his lips. “You’re awfully colorful.”

  “That I am. Good thing I’m a rock star.”

  “Yeah.”

  Noble cocked his head to the side. “So. You gonna avoid the subject much longer?”

  A full-blown flush raced up Foxy’s neck. “I’ve never done this before. With a guy.”

  “I pretty much guessed that. Here’s the great part—you can just tell me what you want.” He winked. “I’m a sure thing.”

  “I just never—”

  Noble pressed two fingers to those succulent lips and waited for Foxy’s eyes to focus on his. “I don’t care what you’ve never done before. I care what you want to do tonight.” Focus dropped to his lips, so he licked them to fan the flames.

  “I want to kiss you.”

  He slid his hand around the back of Foxy’s neck and tugged. “We can start with that.”

  Noble started light, went slow, with just a brushing of lips. It was Foxy who tipped his head and pressed closer, although he still kept it to lips. Light touches, then a little more, like their lips were flirting, gently getting to know each other. Then hands came up to cup either side of Noble’s jaw, and Foxy’s tongue joined the game. Again, tentative at first, licking Noble’s lips, testing, tasting. Normally Noble would have pushed the issue by now, but he was captivated by Foxy’s style. He couldn’t ever remember a lover starting off with exploration like this, and he damn well liked it. He wrapped an arm around Foxy’s torso, loving the feel of hard muscle under his hand as he pulled them closer together. Foxy just kept tasting him, teasing him, although he wasn’t sure Foxy knew it was a tease. Noble was beginning to think Foxy would be perfectly happy to stand there all night, just kissing.

  Noble, however, was not so patient. It took him a few minutes to disengage, but he finally got his lips free of Foxy’s. Almost. He managed to insert some words in the fraction of an inch between them before Foxy took his mouth again. “Hey. We should”—another brief kiss—“we should move this to the other room.”

  “Right.” Except Foxy kissed him again, stole his tongue to suck on it. Noble was astounded how much that got to him. His fucking knees were weak.

  Foxy finally let him go, pulling back just enough so their eyes could meet. Then he smiled, and Noble would have sworn that a torch was lit somewhere between his heart and his navel.

  Noble stepped back, needing some space to breathe, since Foxy’s heat had sucked the oxygen out of the room. He headed for the bedroom, trying to pull himself back together. What the hell? He wasn’t normally this shaky. Then he froze just past the doorway, his heart crushing. On the top of the wide headboard, on each of the nightstands, and on the dresser were candles. Thick red candles that smelled of berry compote to provide the only light in the room aside from that coming from the main room. The green duvet and white sheets had been neatly folded down near the foot of the bed, and extra pillows were plumped up at the head.

  “Holy shit.” The words were out before he knew they were coming. He felt Foxy behind him but couldn’t face him. Because that would reveal a deep appreciation that he hadn’t expected to feel and wasn’t willing to show a one-night stand. Instead he forced a laugh. “You didn’t need to do this.”

  “You don’t like it?”

  Noble managed to pull on his normal demeanor—even if it was a mask over something mushier—and tossed a grin over his shoulder. “Silly boy, I don’t need the romance.”

  Foxy shrugged, then leaned on the door frame, his broad shoulders portraying casual strength. “I like romance.”

  Oh shit. No fucking wonder little girls wet themselves over this guy. He oozed this crap. The candles went with the kissing, and suddenly Noble was wondering if tonight was such a good idea after all. Then he took in the sweet little V of the man’s collar, hinting at the satin skin beneath, and he knew he couldn’t go anywhere before touching that. He made himself laugh, made it light. “I appreciate the sentiment. How many girls have you pulled this on?”

  Foxy grinned, just enough wicked in it to make Noble’s gut flip. “Not as many as you’d think.”

  “Right.” Noble forced himself to turn away, slipping out of his jacket. “Girls eat this shit up, I’m sure.”

  “Guys don’t?”

  “Sure.” No sense lying. It was effective. He dropped his jacket over the chest at the foot of the bed. “But it’s not necessary.”

  Foxy had managed to sidle up behind him and gently laid hands on his shoulders. “It made me feel a little more…comfortable.”

  Ah. Good. Noble could work with that. The ambience was for Foxy, not for him. “Oh. That’s okay, then.” Feeling better, he let himself sink back into Foxy’s chest, let his head fall to the side when the man nuzzled his neck. He almost fucking purred. “As long as you’re…comfortable.”

  “Mmm.” Fingers tugged aside the collar of his pullover so teeth could gently bite into the bend between neck and shoulder.

  Jesus. Noble was not accustomed to melting. Sometimes, sure. All lovers were different, and some were more cuddly than others. He could appreciate a good melt. But never so damn soon. He was unraveling, and they still had
their damn clothes on.

  Determined to take control of things, Noble turned and captured that dangerous mouth in a kiss. He devoured, and Foxy let him, moaning down his throat. Unwilling to linger, Noble unbuttoned Foxy’s shirt, yanking it out of his jeans in the process. He spread his hands over skin as smooth and satiny as he’d expected and dug his fingers into deliciously hard muscles. Foxy helped by shedding the shirt but didn’t reciprocate. He left it to Noble to pull away so he could yank the pullover over his head and toss it to the floor.

  “Nice tattoo.” Foxy traced his fingers over Noble’s left pec.

  “My horny toad,” Noble said with a grin, refusing to succumb to the tingles the man’s light touch created. Instead he started on the fly of his jeans.

  “Do you have any others?”

  Noble backed away to sit on the bed, having forgotten his shoes. “No. Just the one.” With his fly wide open, he bent to tug the shoes off, thanking himself for not wearing his boots. “Do you?”

  “Nah. My agent said it wasn’t a great idea.” Right. An actor never knew what kind of parts he’d get, and a tattoo might not fit with certain roles. “I’ve always wanted one, though.”

  Shoes and socks off, Noble glanced up at the man who now stood before him. “Are you going to get naked?”

  “Yeah.” But Foxy didn’t make any moves to do so.

  Noble sat up straight, focusing on Foxy’s eyes rather than the acres of exquisite skin before him. “You do want to do this?”

  “Oh yeah.”

  “Because I don’t want any shit later about me forcing you.”

  Foxy shook his head, dislodging a fall of curls over the side of his face. “You’re not forcing me.”

  “You must have done this before.”

  “Only with girls.”

  “You sure? Because you’re awful calm.”

  Foxy turned and sat beside him. Inches separated their forearms from rubbing, and Noble wondered at how heated the air between them was. “I’ve sucked a guy off before. But that’s it.”

  At least that was something. Noble had been with guys who’d done far less. He’d been with guys who wouldn’t admit to being even a little bit gay after fucking him up the ass repeatedly.

  Foxy grinned at the floor. “Can I make a confession?”

  Noble wasn’t sure. That sounded dangerous. But it was probably best to let Foxy get this out. “Sure.”

  “I’ve been a fan of yours for a while now.”

  Yep. Dangerous. “Of mine?”

  “Yeah. I saw you back when you were in The Might.”

  Noble blinked. “Hell. Really?”

  “Yeah.”

  “You’ve been to Fletcher’s?” The one place where Noble and Lance’s former band had ever played before their last summer together.

  “Yeah.”

  “When? I never saw you.” Noble had been pretty good at meeting people who came to Fletcher’s. He couldn’t have forgotten a guy who looked like Foxy.

  “It was before I moved to LA. Way before my first part.” Noble knew from looking him up that Foxy was now twenty-three and had gotten his first part two years ago, which meant he’d been jailbait when he’d seen The Might.

  Noble stared at the candle on the dresser. “Well. Shit.”

  “I thought you were awesome.”

  “How could you tell?” All the music by The Might had been written and managed by their lead singer and very rich benefactor.

  “Are you kidding? Anyone could tell.”

  He had to smile at that. Always nice to know his talent was appreciated. “So…?”

  “So when I saw you the other night, I really wanted to meet you.”

  “You knew I was gay.”

  “Oh yeah.”

  Noble faced him. “So what’s this, then? Some kind of fan thing?”

  “What? No! Well… No.” It was cute the way Foxy shook his head, the smooth Casanova momentarily shaken. “I think you’re hot. I’ve always thought you were hot. When I got the chance, I…I really want to be with you.”

  Noble watched him flush, torn. Part of Noble thought he should probably back off. Some kind of misguided fan adoration could lead to something that might mess with the guy’s head later on. But another part of him was incredibly flattered. He was still getting used to having fans—the Indigo Knights kind of fans as opposed to the fans of The Might. The latter, he’d become good friends with because the group was so small. The former were widespread and largely unknown. “You sure about that?”

  Even though Foxy was clearly embarrassed, he managed to look at Noble again. “Yes.”

  “You’re not going to get all weird with me after we’ve fucked?”

  “No.”

  “We are talking about fucking, right?” He didn’t usually insist on this much talking before sex, but it felt important to get this out of the way.

  Foxy’s hunger clearly kicked right back in, lowering his voice an octave. “Yeah.”

  “Then say it.”

  “Huh?”

  “Say it. Say you want to fuck me.”

  That seemed to bother Foxy some, because he frowned. “I…”

  “Say it.”

  “I want to fuck you.” Automatic response.

  “You want to put your cock in my ass. Or do you want my cock in your ass?”

  This time Foxy flinched.

  “If you can’t say the words, I’m leaving right now.”

  He startled when Foxy swung off the bed to land on his knees at Noble’s feet. “I want to suck your cock dry,” he said, gaze locked with Noble’s. Hands on Noble’s thighs, he inched closer. “Then I want to put my dick in your ass and fuck you till I come.” Now he was close again, putting his lips just below Noble’s. His hands were hot and high on Noble’s thighs, his thumb so very close to Noble’s growing erection. “Is that what you need to hear?”

  Noble wrapped his arms around Foxy’s neck. “Works for me.”

  Then they were kissing again. This time, Foxy made use of his hands, reaching inside Noble’s open fly to squeeze his cock. Noble was a goner. He could only hope Foxy meant what he’d said, because Noble wanted every one of those words to come true.

  They had to pull apart long enough for Foxy to help Noble out of his clothes, but then Noble was naked and flat on his back in the center of the bed, with Foxy hovering over him, bestowing kisses on his belly. For sure Foxy was teasing him, kissing all around his stomach, hips, and thighs, avoiding the cock that was now fully hard and needing attention. With a growl, Noble grabbed it and slapped it against Foxy’s cheek. “Suck.”

  After a heart-melting, gleeful grin, Foxy did just that, wrapping warm fingers around the base to point the tip just right to slide between those succulent lips. Groaning, Noble shut his eyes and gave in to the wet warmth of that mouth sucking him down. He was well acquainted with the fellatial arts, both giving and receiving, but this one was special. Namely because Foxy took the same special care in a blowjob that he had with kissing. His tongue explored every inch, reintroducing Noble to parts of his cock that he didn’t much think about. Foxy sucked on Noble’s balls and lapped at the sensitive strip of skin just behind before licking back up the shaft to swallow Noble down. He didn’t deep throat, but he didn’t really have to. He had Noble sweating and writhing and ready to come long before Noble was ready. “Shit. I’m…” At Noble’s note of desperation, Foxy set to serious sucking, pulling, forcing the orgasm that Noble was fighting with everything he had. It came in an explosion that had Noble seeing stars.

  “Fuck.” He managed to gaze down his body to see Foxy kneeling there, wiping spunk from his lips. “Oh fuck.”

  Foxy crawled onto the mattress, making Noble aware that the other man still wore his jeans. Braced over him, Foxy lowered his lips for a cum-flavored kiss. Moaning, Noble captured his head and kept him long enough to lick his mouth completely clean and then some. “That was awesome,” he told Foxy, letting his voice be breathless. Boldly, he hooked fingers into th
e man’s waistband, tugged. “Now it’s time for the fucking.” Because as much as he loved coming, Noble held a high regard for being fucked.

  Foxy retreated to stand, hands busy with his fly. Noble rolled toward the foot of the bed to rummage through his jacket.

  “There’s lube and condoms in here,” Foxy told him, pausing to open the nightstand drawer.

  “Then we’ve got more than enough.” Noble dropped his bottle and packets on the mattress beside him. Then he busied his hands with arranging pillows while Foxy sheathed himself. He got a glance at the weapon Foxy was sporting, and started to salivate. Such a gorgeous cock, sprouting up from a neatly trimmed thatch of nearly black hair. Noble dearly wanted to worship it as it deserved, but he wanted it inside him more, so he stayed away. He squirted a handful of lube on his hand, then met Foxy at the edge of the mattress. “How do you want me?” he asked, winding one arm around Foxy’s neck while wrapping the fingers of his wet hand around that beautiful, sheathed cock.

  Foxy’s eyes rolled up, his lips parting on an appreciative sigh. Noble bit the lower lip gently, then asked again as he squeezed the tip of Foxy’s cock.

  “Any way,” Foxy answered, hands restlessly roaming up and down Noble’s sides. “Every way.”

  Good answer. Noble bit Foxy’s lip again and rewarded him with another squeeze. Then he let go and turned around. “How about this?” he asked as he settled onto elbows and knees.

  “Oh yeah.” The dark tone in Foxy’s voice sparked the flame that he coaxed higher by sliding his palms from Noble’s waist to shoulders and back again. The weight of his cock thumped Noble’s ass, then gained purpose when he grabbed it to rub some of the wet against Noble’s hole. “Am I going to hurt you?”

  “Oh no, sweetheart,” Noble assured him, happily pulling pillows up under his chest. “You go ahead and shove that gorgeous dick all the way in.”

  Foxy took him at his word. Slow but steady, he breached Noble’s entrance, then sank in deep. Regardless what he’d said, Noble felt the pinch as the girth of a new cock opened him, but he was a big fan of that feeling. He groaned, enjoying the luxurious plunge of every precious inch inside him until Foxy’s thighs were pressed against his.