by Jet Mykles
“Hey, babe.” Foxy held out a hand.
Noble took it, letting Foxy guide him to his feet. “Heya, sexy.”
Foxy’s free hand slid up Noble’s neck to cup his jaw as he bent his head. Their kiss was captured perfectly on camera, Noble was sure. He heard a few clicks of still cameras and phones as well. What a Kodak moment!
He pulled back, looking into Foxy’s eyes. “Happy birthday?”
Foxy blinked, then grinned. “Yeah. Happy birthday.” He glanced over his shoulder, away from the interviewer. “We done here?”
“Yes.” The answer came from Gordon, who stepped in between them and the cameras. He spoke to the interviewers. “That should be enough.”
Noble heard them start to argue but stopped listening in favor of watching Foxy smile at him. He removed his microphone and dropped it on the couch, then squeezed Foxy’s hand while following him out the door. He was vaguely aware of his bandmates running interference behind him and made a mental note to thank them later.
“God, you’re hot,” he said as Foxy pulled him into a deserted office.
“So are you,” Foxy declared as he spun Noble around to push him up against a desk.
Arms surrounded him, and Noble was far too busy kissing to hold any conversation for a few glorious moments. He couldn’t believe what Foxy had just done for him—for them—and was happy not to talk about it just yet. But then he heard voices and pulled away as his friends came into the room, led by Gordon. By the sound of their laughter, they were highly amused.
“I’ll have to make it up to them somehow,” Gordon was saying, not sounding upset at all. “But it was worth it.”
Foxy turned to prop his butt on the desk next to Noble, staying close enough to wrap an arm around his waist. “Thanks for letting me crash the party.”
“Hey.” Rabin came forward to clasp hands with Foxy. “You can crash our party anytime, man. I like your style.”
“When did you get into town?” Danny asked.
“About a half hour ago.”
Noble elbowed his side. “Why didn’t you call me?”
“I wanted to surprise you.” Foxy met Gordon’s eyes. “Thanks for that.”
Gordon laughed. “Your timing was perfect. I was happy to oblige.”
“What are you doing here?” Noble tugged at Foxy’s shirt. “What happened with your producers?”
“It was really anticlimactic,” Foxy admitted sheepishly, his fingers smoothing the skin of Noble’s shoulder. “They were pissed that I didn’t tell them about it before it came out in the press, but they were totally cool about me being gay.”
Noble’s jaw wasn’t the only one to drop. “You’re kidding?”
“Nope. They said it’d be an issue if I was trolling bars and parks and stuff, but since I told them I’m in a committed relationship, they’ve got no problem.”
Noble’s heart swelled, both at the news and at the words committed relationship. He’d never wanted to hear those words pertaining to him before, but now they sounded awesome. “Fucking A.”
“Yeah.” Foxy squeezed his shoulders and quickly kissed the bare side of his head. “They’re all set to make a statement and everything. Lorrie Fontineu was even saying something about making a pitch to the gay communities and stuff. She was all excited.”
“So we were worried for nothing,” Gordon said, a smug grin on his face.
“Looks like it.”
“That’s awesome.” Danny pumped a fist in the air for emphasis.
While the congratulations and everything were cool, Noble stared at the floor, feeling oddly vulnerable. They’d worried for nothing. The obstacles they thought were there were not. He should be ecstatic. He was happy. It’s just…now this was all real.
“All right,” said Gordon, calming everyone else down. “I think we need to give Donny and Noble some time alone. But don’t disappear on me, huh? You’ve got a show in a few hours.”
“Tons of time,” Noble said, reining in his uncertainty enough to look up and act his normal self.
Gordon rolled his eyes. “At least find a better room, would you? Don’t disappear.”
The guys were joking about other possible places to have sex in the bowels of the arena, when Gordon closed the door.
Foxy didn’t move from his side, didn’t say anything, just sat there with his arm around Noble’s shoulders. Waiting.
“So.” Noble wanted to talk but didn’t know where to begin. He laughed. “Shit. I don’t know what to say. How do you do that to me?”
“Are you pissed?”
Noble blinked. Then he had to look at Foxy. “Am I pissed?”
But Foxy didn’t look at him, kept looking at the opposite wall. “Pissed that I didn’t call? Pissed that I put you through all of this for nothing? Pissed that I said we were in a relationship without talking to you first?”
Noble blinked again. “Why would I be pissed about any of that?”
Finally Foxy looked at him, anguish in his eyes. “I’m so sorry.”
“Hey.” Turning, Noble planted himself in front of Foxy, nudging his way between open thighs. “What the hell are you sorry for?”
“I’m such an idiot.”
“Well, yeah.” Noble kept his tone light and joking. “But you’re damn cute, so I can forgive that.”
It made Foxy smile, which was the intent. “I want to be with you.”
“That makes two of us.”
“I mean, more than just sex.”
“Yeah.” There was that odd feeling again. “You sure about that?”
“Definitely. Yes.”
“So, what does that mean? It’s not like we can get married and have kids or anything.”
Foxy blinked. “We can get married in a bunch of states now.”
“Still. I’m not a settle-down type of guy. You sure this isn’t better as an I-do-you-you-do-me thing?”
Foxy frowned. “Is that what you want?”
He should say yes. He should nip this in the bud. What kind of relationship could they have? But he didn’t. For the first time in his life, Noble actually wanted this. “No.” He cupped Foxy’s jaw with one hand and repeated himself. “No. But we gotta be real.”
Foxy snaked an arm around Noble’s waist, pulling him close. “We can’t spend a lot of time together yet. I get that. You’ve got your tour; I’ve got another shoot coming up. I’ll be living in Vancouver for most of next year.” He grabbed Noble’s wrist to hold his hand against Foxy’s face. “But I don’t want to be with anyone but you. I can last if I know you love me.”
“God, you’re good. You sure you don’t write scripts?” Noble could see by the frown that Foxy didn’t think his words were funny. “Sorry.” He pressed his forehead against Foxy’s, breathing the man in. “This is all new to me.”
“Me too.”
“I know.” He pulled his hand from Foxy’s grip so he could wrap both arms around his middle. “I love you. I don’t want to be with anyone else. I think I can last when we can’t be together.”
“You think?”
“Mmm.” He ducked his head to nip at the side of Foxy’s neck. “But you might need to pay for one of those jets to get us together every once in a while.”
Foxy laughed, hugging him. “Why me? I thought you were the big, rich rock star who was going to keep me?”
“Oh yeah. Forgot that.” Noble snuggled close. “Maybe I’ll just quit, and you can keep me.”
“Fuck that.” Foxy grabbed his shoulders to push him far enough away that they could see each other. “I want more music, you fucker.”
Laughing, Noble melted into Foxy, meeting him in a long, languid kiss. At first it was just that, but soon hands were roaming and a beautiful ache had his cock hard in his jeans.
“You’re staying with me tonight?” Noble demanded, his hands at the fly of Foxy’s jeans.
“Yeah.”
“Good. We’ll fuck then. But I gotta get your dick in my mouth.”
“No.”
With that grip, Foxy turned him around so his butt was once again against the edge of the desk. Releasing Noble’s wrists, he worked at one of Noble’s belts. “I want to suck you off.”
Hearing that gorgeous voice say those words almost made Noble come in his pants.
His belt clattered against the edge of the desk as it fell open. Foxy grinned at him. “That okay?”
“Hey. Suck away.”
Foxy sank to his knees as the second belt released. He stroked up the tent at the front of Noble’s pants to get to the button. Noble ached to be free, but he was getting a kick out of watching Foxy work on him. Foxy took his time, glancing up at Noble as he pulled down the zipper, then parted the fly. “Fuck.”
Noble chuckled at the surprise on Foxy’s face at what he saw. “I like going commando for gigs.”
Eagerly, Foxy drew Noble’s cock out. With a firm grip, he aimed the head at his lips, then lapped at the head. Noble groaned, sinking his hands into Foxy’s curls as that wet mouth slowly eased down his shaft.
“Oh, how I missed your mouth.”
Foxy smiled as best he could, drawing up and off so he could swirl his tongue over the head before taking it all in again. Curling his fingers, Noble used his grip to guide Foxy’s pace, indulging himself with an obedient lover.
“Shit.” Too soon, his hips started to rock on their own. He was too turned on. “This won’t take long.”
Foxy squeezed at the base of Noble’s cock and removed his mouth. With his free hand, he pulled Noble’s jeans down far enough so he could nuzzle in to lick Noble’s balls. Too perfect. Too awesome.
“You’re gonna fuck me tonight,” Foxy growled at him, loosening his grip. “I want all of this inside me.”
“Damn it.” Eyes squeezed shut, Noble yanked at Foxy’s hair to get his mouth back. Wet heat closed around his dick. Foxy took him in once, twice, sucking, squeezing, teeth scraping just enough to… “Fuck!”
He blanked out for a moment, eyes shut, leaning back on the desk and panting. By the time he could open his eyes, Foxy was standing, crowding close with a smug smile.
Noble reached up to wipe a smear of cum from the corner of his mouth. “You’re evil.”
Foxy brushed their lips together. “Whatever turns you on.”
“You do.”
“Good.”
Noble tangled his fingers in Foxy’s hair, holding him close. “You’re mine.”
“Forever.”
“Well, ain’t that the shit.”
Loose Id Titles by Jet Mykles
A Rose is a Rose
Fox and Dragon
Just for You
One for the Team
Snagged
Sursein Judgment
Tech Support
Two Man Team
* * * *
The DARK ELVES Series
Taken
Mastered
Dissent
Salvation
Discovery
Awakening
* * * *
The HEAVEN SENT Series
Heaven
Purgatory
Hell
Faith
Genesis
Revelations
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The INDIGO KNIGHTS Series
Squire
Champion
Lance
Noble
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INTERLUDES
featuring characters from the Heaven Sent series:
Pretty Red Ribbon
Sexy Spring Surprise
Feisty Little Firecracker
Sly Spectral Trick
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The LEASHED Series
“Leashed 1: Two for One Deal”
Part of the anthology Howl, with Raine Weaver & Jeigh Lynn
Leashed 2: More Than a Bargain
Leashed 3: The Lion’s Share
Leashed 4: Tangled Leashes
* * * *
“Spiritual Noelle” (A Sister “Leashed” Story)
Part of the anthology Rated: X-mas, With Rachel Bo and Barbara Karmazin
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The REINDEER GAMES Series
Reindeer Games
Toys for Good Girls
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The ROSE FAMILY CHRONICLES Series
Valet
Jet Mykles
As far back as junior high, Jet used to write sex stories for friends involving their favorite pop icons of the time. To this day, she hasn’t stopped writing sex, although her knowledge on the subject has vastly improved.
An ardent fan of fantasy and science fiction sagas, Jet prefers to live in a world of imagination where dragons are real, elves are commonplace, vampires are just people with special diets and lycanthropes live next door. In her own mind, she’s the spunky heroine who gets the best of everyone and always attracts the lean, muscular lads. She aids this fantasy with visuals created through her other obsession: 3D graphic art. In this area, as in writing, Jet’s self-taught and thoroughly entranced, and now regularly uses this art to illustrate her stories or her stories to expand upon her art.
