Don't Read in the Closet volume one

by Various Authors

  Ash sighed. “Since we’ve been hanging out, you’re always saying that. Why don’t you ever come to me and say, ‘I was kind of hoping we could fuck’?”

  “Well, I was thinking of trying to work my way around to that.”

  Ash stepped close to him, his chest nearly touching Jackson’s. He leaned toward Jackson’s ear, his voice deepening to a sensual timbre. “Instead of trying to work your way around to it, just say it.”

  Jackson wet his lips. His breathing came quicker. All he had to do was say what he wanted.

  Ash started to pull back. “I guess you don’t want to, after all.”

  Jackson grabbed Ash’s arm, stopping him from drawing away. He looked into Ash’s eyes. “I do want to.”

  “You want to what?”

  Jackson glared at him. Obviously, Ash wasn’t going to make this easy on him, as the smirk on Ash’s lips further revealed. Paybacks for him being an ass earlier that day, he supposed. Jackson dipped his head toward Ash’s ear. “I want you to fuck me.”

  Ash’s smirk broadened. “Not bad. But how would you like me to do it?”

  Jackson’s voice lowered to a growl. “I’m not going to start talking dirty in the middle of the goddamn dance floor. Get me alone, and I’ll tell you everything I want.”

  Ash took a sip of his beer, contemplating him. “You know, this is an awful public place for you to be seen with me. And if you leave here with me, just think of the innuendos you’re opening yourself up to.”

  “Innuendos are one thing. Facts are another. But either way, I said things in the wrong way earlier, like it seems I usually do when I’m talking to you. I want to explain myself better.”

  Ash glanced to the side, mumbling near the bottle top before taking a drink. “More talking. Great.”

  Jackson started to turn away. “Forget it. I shouldn’t have even come here.”

  In a single graceful step, Ash cut in front of Jackson and blocked him from going further. Jackson stumbled to a short stop, but still bumped into him. As he met Ash’s eyes, he saw the same look in them he had that morning, one holding tenderness and care.

  Ash exhaled an exaggerated sigh. “I guess we can talk. For a little bit on the way to one of our hotels. There won’t be anything else to do since I doubt I can convince you to give me head or a handjob on the way.”

  A smile spread over Jackson’s lips. He bowed his head toward Ash as his voice dipped low. “You’re right, since I want you to save it all until you’re inside me.”

  Ash turned for the exit. “Let’s get out of here.”

  Jackson fell into stride with him. They stepped out of the club to the warm night. Ash handed his ticket to the valet, who sprinted away to get his rental car.

  “What about your guys?” Jackson asked. “Didn’t you all come together?”

  “Yeah, but we drove separate. Chad already found his company for the night and took off a little while ago. We always arrive at clubs together, but never leave the same way.”

  A black Porsche 911 stopped in front of them. The valet jumped out, holding Ash’s door open. Another valet moved to open the passenger side for Jackson.

  Jackson slid into the leather bucket seat, reaching back for the seatbelt. “Just a rental, huh?”

  Ash pulled away from the curb. “Yeah. It’s a lot like mine back home in L.A.”

  Jackson sat quiet for a moment. “Are we going to your hotel?”

  “That was my plan. You want to go to yours instead?”

  “No, yours is fine.” Jackson took a deep breath. “This feels weird.”

  “How so?”

  “It’s like I just became a random pick up for you. I was expecting…” Jackson paused, not having the words to follow. Or at least, not wanting to say them.

  Ash reached across the car to lay his hand on Jackson’s thigh. “You’re not a random pick up to me.”

  “I guess you’re not mad anymore about this morning.”

  “I don’t know if I’d say that. It’s just right now I’m more horny than I am mad. Once I get that taken care of, I’m sure I’ll go back to being mad.” Ash glanced from the road to give him a teasing smirk.

  Jackson chuckled softly. “I’ll have to make sure to draw things out for a while, then.”

  “That works for me.”

  Jackson laid his hand on Ash’s that was on his thigh. “I’m sorry for what I said earlier.”

  “It’s alright. I was hurt that you don’t want to be seen with me in public, but I also came to realize if the only time I can be with you is in private, that’s better than nothing.”

  Jackson stared at him, made speechless by Ash’s words. He wanted to pull him into his arms, to hold him and be held by him. He lifted his hand to Ash’s cheek, caressing along it and down to his jaw. “I didn’t mean that I don’t want to be with you in public. It’s just, maybe I’m afraid to. Things are a little different for me than they are for you. I’m not open about my sexuality like you are, and you don’t know how much I admire you for that. But my fan base, a lot of them have different values than your fans. I don’t know how they’d react.”

  Ash caught Jackson’s hand and brought it to his lips. “I think maybe you’re not giving your fans, and even my fans, enough credit. What values do they have that could be so different? Do you think just because mine listen to rock, that makes them more open-minded and accepting?”

  “No, but they’ve known from the start that you’re gay, and that alone shows how accepting they are.”

  “They are a lot of performers who come out later and are still successful. People who care about others aren’t restricted by the type of music they listen to. Good people are good people, and I know you’ve got a lot of good ones who listen to you.”

  “Yeah,” Jackson said softly.

  Ash squeezed Jackson’s hand. “I know it’s hard. And it’ll take a hell of a lot of courage to do it, but you’ll know when the time’s right. I should’ve known more than anyone else how rough it can be, so I’m sorry for getting pissed. From now on, I promise I’ll try to be more patient.” He lifted his hand with one finger raised, stopping Jackson before he could speak. “But don’t start getting emotional on me. I said I’d try. I’ll probably still have moments of losing my cool.”

  Jackson leaned over the center console, touching his lips to Ash’s cheek. “And that’s when I’ll have to be patient with you.”

  Ash tipped his head to the side to rest it on Jackson’s, but bumped the cowboy hat. He sighed. “But seriously, we gotta do something about this hat. If you can walk into one of the trendiest, hottest dance club in Chicago wearing that thing, coming out to the public should be nothing.”

  Jackson laughed. “You might have a point on that.”

  Ash pulled to a halt in front of the hotel’s entrance. Jackson climbed out of the Porsche before the doorman could open his door and followed Ash into the lavish hotel. Once inside, as eyes started turning toward them, his humor vanished. It was one thing to leave the club with Ash. People would wonder about them, but it could always be said they’d left to eat or to hit another club. Walking into Ash’s hotel, going up to his room, the space for interpretation narrowed drastically.

  “Jackson.”

  Ash’s voice not only brought him back to the moment, but gave his confidence the nudge it needed. Jackson saw him standing in the elevator, holding the door for him, and stepped inside with him.

  Ash took Jackson’s hand as the door closed. “For a second, I thought you were going to bolt.”

  “I just had a moment of nerves.”

  “It’ll be alright. This hotel has done a really good job in keeping the press away. No one will even know you were here.”

  “There’s a part of me glad about that, and a part that’s disappointed in myself for feeling that way.”

  Ash moved in front of him. “I can understand that, but you should know all of me is glad you’re here, one part in particular.”

  “That part of me is gl
ad I’m here, too,” Jackson said, bringing their smiling lips together.

  The elevator stopped at Ash’s floor. Ash led him to his room, unlocking and opening the door. Jackson stepped into the suite. He only had a moment to admire the fine décor before Ash bumped into him from behind, his hands roaming over him and lips on Jackson’s neck.

  Ash tugged Jackson’s shirt out of his jeans. “Are you ready for me to show you how to fuck like a rock star?”

  Jackson pressed back against him. “Only if you think you can handle how a country boy does it.”

  “Well I’ve heard cowboys know their way around a rope.”

  “That’s true. I do some team roping with my brother, and those cows are damn quick. It’s all about timing with your rope and horse, and-”

  Ash interrupted him, his voice pleading. “God, please stop. I was trying to talk kinky and you turned it into cows. There’s no sexy in that.”

  “Sorry. Since I really do rope, I don’t put it together with sex.”

  Ash sighed. “Figures I’d have to hookup with a real country singing cowboy, and not one of those urban ones where the closest they get to a cow is buying a gallon of milk at the store.”

  “Would now be a bad time to say that’s not the kind of cattle I have on my ranch?”

  “Hell yes it’s a bad time!” Ash pushed Jackson toward the bedroom. “And you’ve done more than enough talking. It’s time for you to do the other thing you said you wanted.” He brought his body close to Jackson’s, walking in step with him to the bedroom, unbuttoning Jackson’s shirt on the way.

  Stepping into the bedroom, Ash yanked Jackson’s shirt off his shoulders. He spun him around, his gaze traveling down Jackson’s body and back up, resting on the cowboy hat. “Okay, I guess I’ll admit the hat looks damn sexy with your shirt off.”

  Jackson hooked his fingers over the top of Ash’s leather pants. “I knew you’d come around to it.”

  “Maybe. But for now, its still gotta go.” Ash pulled the hat from Jackson’s head and with a flip of his hand, sent it sailing into a nearby chair.

  Jackson took the bottom of Ash’s shirt and lifted it off. His gaze traveled over Ash’s nipple rings and tattoos. “I wish I could find something to tease you about, but you’re so damn perfect. Now that you don’t have your hotdog stand mohawk anymore, that is.”

  “Hotdog stand!” Ash said, trying to sound offended, but unable to hold it as he started chuckling. “You know, I can’t even argue that because it’s true.”

  Still laughing softly, Jackson touched their lips together.

  Ash nudged him back to the bed, pressing harder against him in a silent sign he wanted him to sit. Jackson dropped down to the bed, Ash following him in the kiss. Slowly Ash drew back, caressing Jackson’s cheek and giving him another warm smile before turning toward one of his suitcases. Jackson bent forward, removing his boots and socks. As he glanced up, he saw Ash returning with lube and condoms.

  Ash tossed the lube and condoms beside Jackson. He leaned over him, forcing Jackson to lie back. “Do you know how long I’ve thought about fucking you?”

  Jackson ran his hands up Ash’s bare back. “Longer than a couple days?”

  “By about three years. Sometimes I think half the time I was always firing back at you in the press was to keep myself in your sight.”

  “I’ve thought the same thing about myself toward you.”

  Ash drew Jackson’s zipper down and wiggled his hand into the jeans. He grinned. “You must’ve definitely been thinking of it tonight since you came commando to find me.”

  “You did say you weren’t an underwear guy.”

  “Already looking to do things I like. You’re my kind of man”

  Ash lowered his lips to Jackson’s, taking his mouth in a hungry kiss as he tightened his fingers around Jackson’s hard shaft. He pumped up and down a few times, then released him and gripped Jackson’s jeans to take them off. Jackson lifted his hips, and as soon as his jeans were off, he sat up and reached for Ash’s pants. He grabbed the top of them, yanking Ash forward to open them.

  Ash’s hard cock pushed the leather aside as it came out. Jackson edged the pants lower and bowed his head, his lips a fraction from Ash’s shaved sac. He inhaled deep, pulling in Ash’s scent, the masculine musk with a light tint of sweat. He couldn’t resist touching his tongue to the sac and licking a slow line from the bottom of it, up the underside of Ash’s cock to the tip.

  Ash’s breath left him in a moan. His hips moved in a small thrust. Jackson saw the slit moisten with pre-cum, telling him how anxious Ash was to fuck. He looked up and met Ash’s gaze. Holding it, he started to lie back, keeping his ass at the bed’s edge. As he lifted his legs, Ash stepped closer and took hold of them, guiding him to rest them on his shoulders.

  Ash picked up the lube, squeezing some onto his fingers. He brought them to Jackson’s hole, massaging the outside of it. Jackson closed his eyes and moved his ass to get more pressure from Ash’s fingers on his hole. Sensing Jackson already wanted him inside, Ash eased one finger into him.

  Groaning, Jackson thrust his ass toward Ash. “Not enough, Ash.”

  Ash pushed a second finger into him.

  Jackson arched as another moan left him. “That’s better.”

  Ash braced himself over him on one arm. “And here I thought I’d try to be gentle with you.”

  “After three years of wanting you, I don’t have the patience for gentle.”

  Ash pushed his fingers into him hard and deep, curving them up to Jackson’s gland. Jackson’s breathless voice left him in a moan. Ash covered Jackson’s mouth with his own, his hand thrusting in a steady, firm pace to further arouse and open him. Ash worked a third finger into him, and Jackson lost the rhythm of the kiss. His lips parted from Ash’s with his need to take quicker breaths.

  Ash gazed down at him, Jackson’s face flushed with passion, and knew he was ready. He pulled his fingers out of him and reached for a condom.

  Jackson took hold of his cock, stroking it as he watched Ash roll the condom on and lube himself. As Ash brought his body close again, disbelief passed through Jackson at what was happening. All the harsh words between them, so many times of feeling anger and lust in the same moment, but always believing their worlds were too different to ever come together, made it seem surreal they were together like this now. Jackson’s heart pounded, anticipation filling him at knowing he was about to have Ash.

  Ash pressed his cock to Jackson’s hole, easing it past the tight rim. Jackson squeezed his own hard shaft at feeling his body stretch to accept Ash inside it. He groaned as he bit his bottom lip.

  Ash pushed his cock fully into him. He drew his hips slowly back until his cock was nearly out of Jackson and thrust in small motions, teasing his cock head and Jackson’s rim. Jackson shifted his ass, wanting his channel filled again. Ash placed his hands under Jackson’s knees, pressing them back and spreading Jackson’s legs wider. He sank into him, hard and fast.

  Jackson gasped at the forceful move, a shock of pleasure blinding him as Ash hit his gland, and continued to with every quick, firm thrust. He took his hand up his shaft to the head, smearing the pre-cum over it before his next downward stroke. He wasn’t going to last. Ash pushed him closer to the edge with every thrust.

  Jackson lifted his head off the bed to look at him. Ash’s skin shone with a light sheen of sweat. His lean muscles flexed with every movement. Strength, beauty, passion, Ash fucked exactly how Jackson dreamed he would, and watching him do it to him, finished him. He dropped his head back to the bed, a loud moan leaving him as his climax hit.

  Ash let go of one of Jackson’s legs, wrapping his hand over Jackson’s to help pump him through his orgasm. When no more fluid came from Jackson’s cock, Ash let it go and dipped his fingers into the cum splattered on Jackson’s skin. He rubbed it over the hard lines of Jackson’s abdomen, the bitter scent of it, the warm wetness on his fingertips triggered his own release. He rammed into him, his voice
pitching high as he came.

  Ash slowed his thrusts to a stop. He lowered Jackson’s leg that he still held down to the bed and braced himself over him, leaning to kiss him. Jackson wrapped his arms around him, each seeking to enter the other’s mouth with their tongues despite how breathless they both were.

  Ash smiled through the kiss. “Well, that was worth three years of bitching at each other.”

  Jackson hooked his leg around Ash’s back, as if to keep him from pulling out. “I was thinking more along the lines of with it being that good, we’ve got a hell of a lot of time to make up for.”

  “I’ll go with that, too.”

  Jackson grinned at him. “Did we just compromise and agree on something?”

  Ash nodded. “Yeah. At least we found one thing we can get along on.”

  Jackson combed his fingers through Ash’s hair. “We’ll just have to remember that when we have another fight.”

  “In that case, I think I’m going to be starting a lot more fights with you.”

  Laughing softly, Jackson moved his hand to the back of Ash’s head and guided him down to his lips again.

  CHAPTER 7

  Ash walked through the crowed backstage area, dodging around other performers, staff, media, and security. Fans stalked with their backstage passes, pouncing him at every turn for pictures and autographs. He appreciated everyone’s attention, but at this moment he wished everyone would just get out of his damn way. He’d been trying to find Jackson since arriving at the stadium and managed to be completely unsuccessful.

  With all the people, he wasn’t sure if Jackson would want him hanging around, but he couldn’t help it. He’d be happy with just a glimpse of him since they had to leave each other sooner than he wanted that morning with both of them having early interviews, and for the first time since they’d met in person, they parted with kisses instead of hurt emotions.

  Maybe it was because of that he wanted to see Jackson again. Ash grinned to himself. Or maybe it was because of when he woke Jackson that morning with one hand on Jackson’s dick, one finger in his ass, Jackson’s deep drowsy voice asking for more was almost enough to make him come. Yeah, that could definitely be part of why he wanted even just a glimpse of him. Anything to hold him over until he could get Jackson like that again.