by Jet Mykles
He didn’t realize he’d sighed until Foxy was standing up, leaning over him. “You okay?”
Noble’s eyes were closed, and it was rough getting them open. “Huh? Yeah. I…” Up on his elbows, he rubbed his eyes with one hand. “I’m beat.”
“Long day?”
“Long week.”
“You up for this?”
Groggy, he still managed to focus on the tent in Foxy’s pants. “Yeah.” He heaved himself up and reached for the man’s hips. But all he could manage for the moment was to rub his cheek against the soft flannel that covered the rock-hard erection.
Fingers stroked through his hair. “You sure?”
Eyes closed, he dragged Foxy’s waistband down, freeing his cock. Noble used his mouth on it, sucking on the tip like the salty candy it was—a better answer than anything he could have verbalized.
Foxy’s groan filled Noble’s head as the fat, smooth head of Foxy’s cock filled Noble’s mouth. Tasty. A tiny bit soapy. Aww, Foxy had showered for him. Lazily, he sucked, letting Foxy’s fingers gently guide him. He smoothed his hands up and down Foxy’s hips and thighs, enjoying the texture changes.
Hardly aware of how long that went on, he was a little startled when Foxy pulled him back, tipping his head so he could open his eyes to see Foxy, who was smiling. “Wow, you’re really tired.”
Mortified, Noble tried his best to hide a yawn. “I’m sorry.”
Chuckling, Foxy pushed him onto his back and crawled over him. “How about I fuck you, then let you fall asleep?”
He wanted to protest, but he knew he was beat. “That sounds awesome.”
He lay mostly limp as Foxy got him out of his briefs. His cock was up and willing to play, but the rest of his body wouldn’t back it up. He managed to roll over while Foxy suited up with the latex. “Oh God, yeah,” he groaned as Foxy slid in and lowered the rest of his body to blanket Noble as he had the night before. It was exciting and oddly comforting. Foxy pressed him down, finding both hands to weave their fingers together. Then, just by rocking, he brought Noble to the most gentle orgasm he’d ever had in his life. Noble would have commented, but he lost awareness before Foxy even came.
* * * *
The phone woke him again. This time, he found the offending square of plastic within arm’s reach on the nightstand.
“Yeah.”
“You awake?” Gordon, of course.
“No.”
“It’s nine o’clock. If I don’t hear from you in ten minutes, I’m calling again.”
“Right.” He clicked the call off, then let the phone fall into the sheets. The blankets were nice and warm, but the body spooned up behind him was warmer. All he wanted to do was burrow in and get some more sleep.
“Hey.” A low, sexy voice filled his ear. “You need to get up.”
“No.”
“Yeah.” A hand shook his shoulder. “C’mon.”
While he would have liked it if he weren’t conscious yet, he was. Although he was still tired, his brain had clicked on even if the rest of his body wanted to keep sleeping. “Shit.”
Lips caressed his shoulder. Neck. “You awake?”
He sighed. “Yeah.” He rolled onto his back. Foxy leaned over him for a kiss. “I fell asleep on you. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. Was kind of weird but wasn’t bad.”
Noble yawned. “Maybe I can make it up to you sometime.”
Lips met his again as Noble realized what he’d said. “I’d like that.” Foxy pulled back after another, briefer kiss. “But you gotta get going.”
Noble sighed, rubbed his eyes, then pushed up to sit. “Right.” He dragged his ass out of bed and got dressed while Foxy watched. It was weirdly comfortable, and he was kind of glad that he’d be putting some distance between himself and this guy. No sense getting attached, no matter how good the sex was.
Leaving his tie draped around his neck, he knelt on the bed for a final kiss. “Thanks.”
Foxy drew a soft line from his ear, down his jaw, to his chin, smiling a very dangerous smile. “Thank you.”
Refusing to read into it, Noble pushed away and left the room.
Two hours later, he was tucked up in a first-class seat on a huge jet plane that was taking him away from the good old United States for only the second time in his life. His bandmates surrounded him, a gin and tonic sat by his elbow, his feet were up, and a blanket covered him. Content, he shut his eyes, ready to sleep. But that’s when thoughts of Foxy returned. Foxy’s hands, Foxy’s lips, that subtle scent of sandalwood that surrounded him. Foxy’s cock sliding in his mouth or in his ass. Foxy’s groans. Every bit of the experience surrounded Noble as he tried to find sleep.
Yeah, it was a good thing he would be away from that for many months.
Chapter Five
Just saw your movie. I’m impressed. Ur pretty good. Noble sent the text, then tucked his phone back in his pocket. It was late in Glasgow, which meant it was morning or early afternoon in Los Angeles. Since he had no idea what Foxy was even doing these days, he didn’t know when the text would arrive. Two weeks into the tour and he was still thinking about the actor who’d filled two clandestine nights with him.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t slept with anyone since. Of course he had. He was young and single and in a new fucking country. He had to try out the local cuisine, as it were. Many of the locals he met were happy to spend time with him, in and out of bed. The Indigo Knights were riding Heaven Sent’s coattails on this one, but who the hell cared? Both bands were getting attention, and the guys in Heaven Sent were being incredibly generous by including the Knights in many of their events. Even if they weren’t part of the focus, they were invited to attend signings, interviews, photo shoots, and any number of other events. Since both bands were out, tons of eligible gay men flocked to see them. Noble found himself in the very enviable position of being the only one from either band who wasn’t in a long-standing relationship. There was lots and lots of cock, and it was all for him.
Even so, he found himself thinking about Donny Foxy. The man had made an impression on him in such a brief time.
He and Danny sat in the backseat of a limousine with Darien Hughes, waiting while the car crawled through a screeching crowd of fans.
“Good movie,” Darien said, leaning back in the plush seats. “Not as good as the book, but not too bad.”
“You read the book?” Danny asked, unable to keep disbelief from his voice.
Darien dipped two fingers in a nearby ice bucket to get a cube to throw at Danny. “I read, asshole.” He flicked his fingers dry with a smile. “Gotta do something on long plane rides.” He sighed, looking at the faces trying to press against the tinted windows. “It wasn’t like this before.”
“What?”
“Glasgow. It was mellow last time we were here.” The three of them had snuck out to see the movie rather than be cooped up in their hotel rooms for an odd night off. But word had spread while they were in the movie, so much that they’d had to call a car and security to get them out.
“That’s what you get for being a big star,” Noble mused.
“Yeah.” Darien snorted. “You get to feel my pain now.”
Noble exchanged a smile with the other drummer. “Gladly.”
His phone buzzed, so he pulled it out. Glad you liked it. I’m on my way to a fitting for the next one.
Noble chuckled and relayed the message.
Darien gave him a funny look. “You know Donny Foxy?”
Noble didn’t glance at Danny, whom he knew was grinning. “A little. Met him right before we left the country.”
“So that’s why you suggested this movie.”
Noble shrugged.
Danny laughed, but Darien let it go.
Phone still out, Noble texted Foxy a question and then spent the rest of the ride back to the hotel in the conversation, completely ignoring what Danny and Darien were saying.
* * * *
Two weeks later, he was at d
inner in Dublin and received a text from Foxy. This one was accompanied by a selfie of the man in a voluminous purple robe embroidered with silver stars. Keep this one secret. No one’s supposed to see it.
Noble smiled. The robe was a part of the plot of the second movie, and there was much speculation on what it would look like. How did Noble know this? He’d started following feeds about the movie, just to stay informed about Foxy’s whereabouts. Just because he was curious. Awesome. Part of him wanted to text back some snide remark about the new girl Foxy was dating, but he decided not. No point.
Almost indigo yeah? Foxy texted. Then, U could b my knight.
He suppressed a laugh and texted back. Dream on, magic boy.
* * * *
Next day, he had to text Foxy. Smooth move getting caught in that club. The news feed this morning had included an item about Foxy’s being arrested for drunk and disorderly at a bar in Vancouver, where they’d started shooting the movie.
Not my best moment, came the reply a half hour later.
U ok?
Yeah. No charges just a warning. Last time I go out with Sara.
Noble told himself he didn’t mind the mention of the girlfriend. But the press says ur so close.
Right. Not. That was her publicist, not mine.
Bad of Noble to feel good about that. U working?
Waiting. Bored. U?
Going on in a half hour.
Wish I was there to see. Rock on.
* * * *
Noble was in Paris the following month with two naked men and a porn video playing. He’d just gone to the wet bar for some water when he saw the text light up the screen on his phone.
You awake?
He glanced at the guys busy with each other on the couch, then picked up the phone. He’d been doing more watching than joining in anyway. Yeah.
Time to talk? I have to tell someone.
Intrigued, he texted back a yes, then took his phone and his water into the bathroom and shut the door. His phone rang just as he sat on the wide edge of the raised tub. “What’s up?”
“You’re not going to believe this.” Foxy was not only amused, he was excited. Laughing. “I don’t have anyone else I can tell this.”
Noble tucked the phone between his ear and his shoulder so he could open the water. “Tell.”
“I caught Zach with a guy.”
Noble nearly dropped the phone. “What?”
“Yes! He’s in the room next to me. I went to get him ’cause he was late, and some guy was in his bed. Naked.” Foxy crowed, probably crying from laughing so hard. “He didn’t want to let me in, but I saw the guy—and I had to see.”
Noble was as amused by the story as he was by Foxy’s reaction. “Was he hot?”
“What?”
“The guy. Was he hot?”
“Oh. Yeah. Kinda.” Clearly Foxy was less interested in the guy than in catching Zach.
“So. Zach’s gay?”
“I don’t know. He threw me out. I really should get going, but I really had to tell someone.”
“Happy to provide.” Noble sipped his water. “I guess he can’t stop you from seeing guys on the side now.”
He actually heard Foxy sobering a little, laughter cut short. “What?”
“Well, if he’s got a secret, he’d better keep yours, right? Or is he coming out?”
Pause. “I didn’t even think about that.”
Not surprising. Foxy didn’t seem to be the manipulative type, even in something this minor. “So you haven’t been doing guys all over Vancouver?”
“No. I haven’t been with a guy since you.”
That fell between them as Noble overheard moaning from the next room.
“Just a few girls,” Foxy added as a delayed afterthought. “Two. No sex, though.”
“You don’t need to report to me.” Noble kept his tone light, but he was oddly disappointed Foxy had been out. But that wasn’t remotely fair when he had partners in the next room. “And now you can broaden your horizons, and Zach will have to keep your secret.”
“Yeah.” Foxy’s tone sounded flat. “So. You off tonight?”
“Yeah.” Noble wasn’t going to volunteer what he was doing until he had to. No need to flaunt his activities.
“Cool. Tour going good?”
“Great.” He probably should say more, but what?
“Cool. Uh, I guess I gotta go. I’m late.”
“Right. Don’t be late. Say hi to Zach for me.”
That made Foxy laugh. “Right. Later, Noble.”
“Later, Foxy.”
* * * *
Noble dropped onto the uncomfortable couch in the minuscule green room of Miada, a huge club in… “What the hell city are we in?”
Partaking of the sandwich tray set before them, Rabin tossed him a tired smile. “Lisbon.”
Noble closed his eyes, pretending to think hard. “Portugal?”
“That’s it.”
He sighed, sitting back on the couch. Live Heaven Sent music piped in through truly terrible speakers in two corners of the room. “Weren’t we just in Sweden?”
“That we were.”
“This shit’s exhausting.”
Still munching, Rabin sat back to regard him. “Wanna quit and go home?”
“Fuck no.”
On a second couch across from them, Danny was curled up with his eyes closed. Maybe sleeping, maybe just resting. The travel had been harder on him than the rest of the band, and he was petrified that he was going to lose his voice. Since the Knights had already gone on, he had the rest of the night and a travel day tomorrow to rest.
“Where’s the master and his pet?” Current travel arrangements and security wouldn’t let any of the band leave unless all of them were there.
Rabin chuckled. “Gordon went out front to check out the show. Lance went with him.”
Noble nodded. Didn’t matter. They could leave soon enough.
“You gonna join them?”
He settled back into the couch, digging into his pocket for his phone. “I don’t think so.” He could feel Rabin staring at him. “What?”
“You’re not going out front?”
“No.”
“There’s people out there.” Said with a wry grin.
“I know that.”
Rabin narrowed his eyes, thinking, then sat forward, gaze intent. “What’s with you lately? You okay?”
“I’m fine. Why?”
“When’s the last time you went out?”
Noble rolled his eyes. “Give me a break. We’ve been on planes every third day for the past two weeks.” Not quite, but almost. “Even I have issues with that kind of schedule.”
Rabin wasn’t convinced. “You didn’t let that stop you on the club tour.”
“Please.” Noble checked his phone. No messages. “On the club tour, everyone in the clubs spoke English. It’s a little harder to socialize when you don’t know the language.”
That seemed to mollify Rabin, but he was still watching too carefully. “Okay.”
“What?”
Clearly having second thoughts, Rabin sat back. “Nothing.”
“Out with it.”
He glanced at the other couch. Noble did too, finding out that Danny’s eyes were open as he listened.
But it was Rabin who spoke, with a raised eyebrow. “When’s the last time you heard from Foxy?”
Again Noble rolled his eyes. “Fuck you both.” He wouldn’t mention that he’d hoped for a text message just now.
Danny snickered.
Rabin laughed. “What? No message? He’s slipping.”
“Screw you.” He slapped his phone, facedown, on his thigh. “Stop making something out of what isn’t.”
“Right. So you don’t text the guy every day?”
“No.” Yes. Fuck him.
“He actually talks to him sometimes,” Danny put in, voice soft.
Noble flipped him a middle finger.
Rabin laughed harder.
“C’mon, man. Even you have to see that this is strange behavior for you.”
He did. Which just made Noble more irritable. “Okay. So? I like him. Not like it does me a lot of good.”
That sobered them up quick.
Since he never liked to be the downer, he tried to change the tone. “Y’all are just jealous I got an international pretty boy hot after my ass.”
Again Rabin and Danny exchanged glances, but Noble chose to ignore them in favor of looking at his phone. Just looking. Wasn’t anything on there that hadn’t been a few minutes ago. An hour ago. Jesus fuck! He really was checking his phone too much lately.
* * * *
The text came the next day. How was Lisbon?
The phone lay on the mattress beside Noble on his upper bunk in the sleeper car of the train from Lisbon to Madrid. Because Danny was fast asleep on the bunk below, he didn’t turn on the light as he propped himself up to answer.
Fuck if I know. Hardly saw it. Where u? Filming in Vancouver was done. Foxy had been due back in Los Angeles, scheduled to do some talk shows and interviews around shooting some scenes on a guest shot he was doing on a popular television crime drama.
Cali. Leasing a house. You should see it. Malibu.
On the beach?
Yeah.
Noble had to smile. Sand. Uck.
Don’t like the beach?
OK to look at.
Heathen.
Noble suppressed a laugh. This was why he liked talking/texting with Foxy. They didn’t like all the same stuff, but that was okay. Over the past few months, they’d bonded over aversions to vegetables, pet birds, and snow, and agreed to disagree about reptiles—Noble loved them, but they creeped Foxy out—and country music.
You get to go home in 2 months, right?
Noble blinked at Foxy’s text. He’d been keeping track of the time? Noble hardly knew the answer and had to do some quick calculations to confirm. Yeah. Just about.
