Indigo Knights: The Boxed Set

by Jet Mykles

  Foxy’s hungry groan might have filled the house, or maybe it just filled Noble’s heart. After one brief, ravenous kiss, Foxy ripped away. “Upstairs,” he grunted, grabbing Noble’s hand.

  Noble followed easily and gladly. Foxy opened the door at the top of the stairs and pulled Noble into a massive bedroom that shared the same wall as the main room downstairs. It too had a wall of windows overlooking the water. The furnishings were not anything he would suspect Foxy of choosing. The bed sat on a round, raised part of the floor opposite the windows, with a huge white headboard spanning it. The bedclothes looked like a medium blue or maybe green—it was hard to tell in the moonlight—but that was the only color in the room other than white or chrome. A wall of glass bricks beside the bed led to what Noble hoped was a bathroom. No television, no sound system that he could see. There weren’t even any clothes draped over the furniture. The only sign that this room might be lived in was the unmade bed.

  He wanted to ask a bunch of questions, but let it all go when Foxy spun him in for a kiss at the edge of the two shallow steps that led up to the bed. Eager hands tugged at the front of Noble’s shirt, and he fumbled to return the favor.

  Then his phone rang. Need told him to ignore it, but the ringtone was Gordon’s. He’d made a solemn vow to always answer. “I should—”

  “No.”

  “Yeah.” He gasped as Foxy shoved his shirt down his arms and tossed it away. When Foxy tried to kiss him, Noble twisted his face away.

  “Noble…”

  Holding up one finger, Noble stumbled back, digging in his pocket while doing so. “You get naked. This’ll just take a second.”

  “But…”

  But Noble already had the phone to his ear. “I’m about to get laid. What do you want?”

  Both Gordon and Foxy chuckled at that.

  “I forgot to ask. Should I send a car for you in the morning? We do have a signing tomorrow.”

  “No, I…” He paused as he sat, stifling a groan as Foxy slipped the dress shirt over his shoulders, revealing that gorgeously carved chest and abs. “Yeah. You should send a car in the morning.”

  Foxy scowled.

  “Okay,” Gordon replied. “What’s the address? Or do I have to look it up?”

  “One sec.” Noble tipped the phone away from his mouth. “Address?”

  “I said I’d get you home.”

  “I know. But this way we can’t get distracted.”

  Foxy clearly wanted to protest, but he relented and gave Noble the address, which Noble relayed to Gordon as he stripped off his ankle boots and socks.

  “I’ll have the car there around eleven.”

  “Is that all you wanted?” Noble let the impatience color his voice. Foxy was barefoot and shirtless and was starting on his pants. “I’m kind of busy.”

  Gordon laughed. “Go.”

  “Bye.”

  Noble hung up, stood, then rushed at Foxy. They stumbled up the shallow steps to land with a puff in the nest of blankets and pillows atop the mattress. Kissing, caressing, they rolled around until they managed to get each other fully naked. At last Noble had Foxy pressed against him, chest to chest, cock to cock. He hooked a leg over Foxy’s hip and wrapped his fingers around their erections, squeezing and pulling.

  “Fuck.” Foxy’s kisses had gone wet and distracted, much of his attention focused around his hips. “I missed you so much.”

  “Me too.” Noble wanted to suck him, taste him, but he didn’t really want to move out of this position either. “Tell me you’ve got supplies.”

  Foxy stilled. So Noble slowed the pull on their cocks.

  “Uh, I’ve got lube.”

  “No condoms?”

  “No. You don’t have any?”

  Normally Noble would, but he’d gotten out of the habit. “No.”

  They stared at each other in the ridiculously bright moonlight.

  “I haven’t been with anyone since you,” Foxy said, eyes bright.

  “I have,” Noble replied, unflinching. “But always with protection.”

  Foxy looked a little disappointed at hearing he’d been with others, but Noble refused to feel guilty about it. There were more pressing issues. He rubbed his thumb over the wet tips of their cocks to remind them of both issues.

  Foxy groaned, fingers digging into the meat of Noble’s ass. “Maybe Mari has some.”

  Noble considered it. Considered a lot of things. He’d been fucking around too long and too much not to be hyperaware of safety. He was always careful and got tested every year, even when he knew he was clean. The whole band had been tested as part of their physicals before the tour, despite the fact that his bandmates were now all in committed relationships.

  Releasing their cocks, he rolled Foxy onto his back and straddled his hips. Arms braced beside either shoulder, Noble looked down into the eyes of the man he loved. He knew that now, even if he still wasn’t sure he wanted to say it aloud. “Are you clean?”

  The hands Foxy had been sliding along his thighs stopped. “Yes.”

  “So am I.” He shook his head before Foxy could respond. “But you have no reason to believe that.”

  Foxy’s face cleared, his hands sliding up and down Noble’s sides. “I trust you.”

  “You trust a rock star?” Noble tried the joke, but it was forced.

  Foxy smiled but remained serious. He reached up to tuck hair behind Noble’s ear. “I trust you.”

  “Why?”

  He knew what Foxy was going to say. He shouldn’t have asked the question, shouldn’t have prompted the words. But there they were: “I love you.”

  “I…” Noble groaned, dropping down to bury his face in the curve of Foxy’s neck. He was an admittedly wicked man who’d committed many deviant acts in his life. He didn’t deserve this incredible, perfect gift. But here they were, together again, and it felt so right that emotion bottled up in Noble’s chest and throat.

  Gentle hands smoothed over his back, stroked his rump while their physical urgency banked for the moment. Foxy nudged him aside. “I’ll go see if Mari has condoms.”

  Now lying on his side, Noble caught Foxy’s arm to stop him from leaving. “No.”

  Leaning on one elbow, Foxy looked down at him. “It’s okay. It’s not like she doesn’t know—”

  “No.” Noble hooked a hand around Foxy’s neck to pull him down. “Don’t leave.”

  Foxy spoke against Noble’s lips. “But…”

  “No.” He tangled tongues with Foxy, needing the touch and a moment to bolster his courage. It was a strange feeling. He rarely felt like a coward. But this felt right, and he’d learned that going with his gut was usually a good thing. “Get the lube, and fuck me.”

  Foxy startled back. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.”

  “But—”

  “It’s okay.”

  Foxy might have questioned, but whatever he saw on Noble’s face kept the words within. “Okay,” was all he said before he rolled away to open a little door in the headboard. Noble shoved at pillows, sheets, and blankets to get himself comfortable on his back, knees bent and spread when Foxy returned to him.

  Noble grinned at the size of the bottle Foxy set beside him. At least sixteen ounces. “Pump action. I approve.”

  Foxy might have flushed, but the lighting didn’t show it. The window and moonlight were behind him, creating all sorts of intriguing shadows over his face and chest. “I’ve been rubbing it out a lot lately.” He lowered to his elbows between Noble’s legs, his attention all for Noble’s cock. He licked his lips as he wrapped fingers around Noble’s shaft. “I’ve been thinking about this.”

  Noble groaned as Foxy sucked him down, slowly dragging his lips along the sensitive skin. Foxy’s tongue massaged all it could as he pulled back up. For a guy without much experience, he did pretty well with a blowjob. Noble could believe that Foxy adored the taste of him, wanted to please him. Taking his time, Foxy lapped at the shaft, then ducked in to suck on Noble’
s testicles. Noble heard the squirt of lube and smiled when wet fingers started playing with his hole. Even after all this time, he didn’t need much preparation. Even though he hadn’t been active with another person in the last few months, he wasn’t shy about fingering himself for personal pleasure. He thought about letting Foxy know that, but he enjoyed the gentle prodding into his ass too much. He rolled and sighed, letting Foxy know the attention was appreciated, then gasped in pleasure when Foxy skipped from one finger to three in a smooth, quick thrust.

  “Good?” Foxy asked, licking up his shaft.

  “So good.”

  “You’re sure?”

  “Fuck me.”

  Foxy knelt, got himself a good handful of lube, and slicked it on. Noble got his own handful to jerk himself off. He grabbed the back of one knee to pull it up when Foxy was ready, making for easier access.

  Smiling, Foxy got into position, rubbing the tip of his cock against Noble’s anus, teasing him. When Noble was ready to force the point, Foxy finally slipped in. Noble groaned. He hadn’t barebacked in ages. He didn’t feel any difference, but he knew the difference, and the mental point was huge. A surge of unexpected emotion surged into him more swiftly than the cock that eased in to fill him. He wanted this man so badly, and to have Foxy like this choked him. Eyes closed, he reached blindly for Foxy with both the wet and dry hands and drew him into a kiss. Damn the uncomfortable bend of his spine. He braved it in favor of pulling Foxy close, of sucking on his tongue, of gripping his ass as all of Foxy finally fit inside him.

  “God, I love you,” Foxy breathed through the lips Noble would hardly let part. Strong fingers dug into Noble’s hips, holding him steady as Foxy slowly started to thrust. “Need you so much.”

  Words crowded Noble’s mouth, clamoring to get out. Noble wrested them into mere groans and incoherent cursing while Foxy speared him again and again. When he came, it was a complete surprise to both of them, since no one had been touching his shuddering, aching cock. He cried and bucked, practically fucking himself on Foxy’s cock while cum splattered his belly and chest.

  “So good,” Foxy crooned, now braced on both arms above him, thrusting in earnest. “So sexy.”

  Electric shocks burst through Noble, pleasure hardly done with him as Foxy raced for his own completion. This was far too good to ever stop. But stop it did—the thrusting, at least—when Foxy gasped and arched up so his hips could shove and shudder through what looked and felt like a stupendous orgasm.

  When Foxy collapsed on top of him, heedless of the spunk that plastered them together, Noble wrapped his arms around Foxy, staring up at the sparkles on the ceiling.

  “I love you too,” Noble quietly proclaimed over the distant roar of the ocean.

  Foxy startled, then eased onto his elbows so they could look at one another. He brushed sweaty hair from Noble’s face, smiling. “Didn’t think you’d say that.”

  “Me neither. But it’s true.”

  Foxy kissed him, softly, slowly. A kiss for its own sake rather than a seduction leading to more. Achingly sweet and so heartfelt that Noble squirmed.

  “Jesus.” He sighed with mock impatience, pushing gently to untangle himself from his lover. “This is way too much sentiment for my taste.”

  Foxy laughed, rolling onto his back. “Don’t worry. I won’t expect it.”

  Sitting on the edge of the bed, Noble looked over his shoulder at the gorgeous man behind him. “You really think we can make this work?”

  The smile drained to calm determination. “Yes.”

  Noble could have said any number of things, from frank denial to sappy acceptance. He chose to leave it alone. At least for tonight.

  * * * *

  Mari had left by the time Noble and Foxy sought food the next morning. A text on Foxy’s phone said she hoped they’d had a great night, and she needed directions for the concert that evening.

  After a quick meal of fruit and cereal, Noble wandered into the main room to gaze at the ocean. “This house is ridiculous,” he stated when he heard Foxy coming up behind him. “You know that, right?”

  Foxy laughed, wrapping arms around Noble from behind. “Yeah.” He rested his chin on Noble’s shoulder. “It belonged to some weird chick who dated a bunch of movie stars.”

  Stroking Foxy’s bare arms—Foxy wore only boxers, while Noble was back in his clothes from the previous night—Noble thought about that. “So you’re telling me you bought some concubine’s house?”

  The laugh was just a puff of warm breath on the side of his neck. “I guess so, yeah.”

  “It’s a good story, but not really you.”

  “Yeah.” Foxy pulled him backward. “But the view’s nice.”

  Noble let Foxy guide him to sit on the uncomfortable couch, willing to brave it to snuggle next to Foxy. “Okay. I’ll grant you that. But the rest is pretentious as hell.”

  Foxy nuzzled his ear. “I’ll let you choose the house next time.”

  Noble froze. He’d only just reconciled with the fact that he was in love. The thought of them living together brought another level of panic to the fore.

  A warm palm cupped his jaw as Foxy met his eyes. “I wasn’t saying now,” he said lightly.

  Noble forced a smile. “Good. ’Cause I’m not the kept kind of guy.”

  Foxy’s brows rose. “Who the hell said I’d keep you? You’re the big rock star. I figure I can quit acting and be your houseboy.”

  The tasty, ridiculous thought chased the panic away. Noble licked his lips. “Mmm, now that’s a thought. Can I put you on a leash and tattoo my name on your ass?”

  Foxy grinned. “Can I at least choose the font for the tattoo? Don’t want anything too flowery.”

  Noble feigned offense. “Who the hell said you had the right to choose? You’re my houseboy.”

  They laughed and kissed until Noble’s phone rang. It was the driver at the gate. Foxy went to key in the code to open it. Noble followed him out the front door, then around to the driveway. Foxy caught him in a drugging good-bye kiss that lasted until they heard the car stop on the gravel.

  “The driver saw that,” Noble whispered when he could finally form words.

  “Don’t care.”

  He should argue, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. With one last quick kiss, he put his back to Foxy and got in the car. The driver, to his credit, pretended not to have noticed anything.

  While normally Noble would strike up a conversation with his driver, this time he stayed quiet. He couldn’t talk about the things that were on his mind and couldn’t summon up the will for small talk. So he stared out the window and thought about Foxy. A year and a half, maybe two years. Could they be a secret for two years? What was likely to happen in that time? The Heaven Sent/Indigo Knights tour would wrap up in another month. Noble and his band had discussed going back into the studio immediately to record a second album, but who knew how long that would take? Gordon had mentioned a few ideas about festivals or events they’d been invited to join. Could be that Noble would be distracted for the duration. It might not be that bad. But he thought about how antsy he was, just minutes away from Foxy. Already Noble missed him, wanted to be in his arms. At least wanted to text him, communicate in some way. It was ridiculous how attached Noble felt.

  That must be the price of being in love.

  Chapter Fifteen

  When Foxy and Mari arrived at the concert venue, Noble was sitting in the orchestra seats before the big stage, having his picture taken. A common enough occurrence. He and his bandmates were not only insanely photogenic—no, he was not modest—they were in Los Angeles. Noble would swear there were more people with cameras in the area than anywhere else, and that didn’t count people with cell phones. He was still shocked there had been so few paparazzi at the party the previous night.

  This particular shoot was a little special because it had grown. What had started out as some shots of the Indigo Knights in the plush blue audience seats of the theater had become so
mething else when Johnnie Heaven and Darien Hughes had wandered in to see what was happening. Soon enough, the rest of Heaven Sent was called in, clothing was changed from truly casual to chic casual, and the makeup and hair people had descended.

  Finally the photographer had what she wanted, which was the four members of the Knights seated in one row, with the five members of Heaven Sent seated behind them, leaning on the backs of their seats. She insisted they not pose for the camera—in fact, insisted they not really look at the camera. So the nine of them were talking among themselves. Seated in the middle of his row, Noble had turned half around, his knee up on his seat, so he could talk to Luc, who was sitting behind Danny. Behind Noble, Hell was leaning forward to join the conversation. Lance was beside—behind—Noble, laughing with Brent, while Danny and Rabin talked to Johnnie and Darien. All this forced the photographer to adjust her lighting and her positioning to the side, since she was getting the backs of most of the Knights, but she seemed pleased with the results as she snapped her pictures. Sound checks were done, and it was way too early to get properly dressed for the shows that night, so the boys were happy to sit around and talk.

  “So, good party last night,” Luc said, arm draped over the back of Noble’s seat.

  “Yeah.” Noble sat back against the arm of his chair, fingers folded on his knee.

  Luc grinned. “It true you left with Donny Foxy?”

  Unprepared, Noble knew he showed shock before he could smooth it away. “With him and his girlfriend, yeah.”

  The bassist’s grin grew. “Is that so?” Clearly from his tone, Luc knew more was going on.

  Noble decided if he kept his voice down and his face calm, they could talk about this. “How did you know?”

  “Danny told me.”

  “Ah. Good.” Noble glared at the back of his friend’s head but decided not to swat at him, since it would involve leaning forward. “That’s not for public knowledge.”

  “Sure. If it’s any consolation, I wouldn’t have known.” Luc shrugged. “Course, I wasn’t paying attention.” He ran fingers through short auburn hair. “I wouldn’t have pegged you for a secret relationship.”