Beat Of His Own Drums (Band Of Brothers Book 2)

by Ann Lister

“What exactly are you suggesting?” Dakota asked and pushed himself up to lean against the headboard. “Is that your subtle Simon way of asking if you can fuck me?”

  Simon scrunched his face and offered Dakota a half-grin. “Actually, I was hoping one day you might want to fuck me with that big dick of yours.”

  “Seriously? You'd want to bottom for me?”

  “Why not?” Simon said and shrugged.

  “I guess I took you as being more of a top,” Dakota said.

  “Top . . . bottom . . . I don't think it matters all that much in the long run, does it?” Simon added. “I want to try it all, maybe more than once, before I decide which way I prefer.”

  Dakota started chuckling. He looped an arm out and hauled Simon closer, then took his mouth with his and kissed the hell out of him until they both needed air. “You turn me on something fierce, Simon. I don't know what it is about you, but I can't get enough.”

  “Feeling is mutual,” Simon answered and nipped at Dakota's bottom lip.

  Dakota moaned and flipped them over to put Simon on his back, and Dakota slid on top to pin his arms above his head. Simon watched the intense look of need and determination on Dakota's handsome face.

  “I can't believe you really want me to fuck you?” Dakota all but whispered.

  “Well, yeah, but it doesn't have to be today or even anytime soon,” Simon explained. “Why do you seem so surprised by that?” Simon questioned.

  Dakota dropped his weight down onto Simon's chest. “You always seem so in control of everything you do,” Dakota explained. “I guess I expected you to want to be that way in bed, too.”

  A slow smile eased across Simon's face. “That's exactly why I want to bottom,” he said. “It's kind of a fantasy of mine to totally let myself go and just . . . submit to the pleasure someone else is giving to me, especially if it's maybe a little on the rough side. Does that make me a kinky bastard?”

  “Jesus, I think it sounds pretty fucking hot,” Dakota said and licked at Simon's lips.

  “You said you've never done it, right?” Simon asked.

  “No, I haven't been that lucky,” Dakota replied with a shy smile. “But I gotta say, the idea of being inside of you gets me all kinds of turned on.”

  Simon ran his hands down the length of Dakota's smooth back and cupped his ass cheeks in both his palms. “We'll be the blind leading the blind,” he chuckled. “Fumbling our way through it like a couple of sixteen-year-old kids.”

  Dakota rolled onto his side and pulled Simon with him so they could face each other on the same pillow. “How complicated could it be?” Dakota teased. “Insert my part A into your slot B.”

  Simon rolled his eyes. “I've done anal a few times with women, so I know it takes a little . . . prep for it to work,” he said. “But even though we're reasonably inexperienced, neither of us is stupid. I trust that you wouldn't hurt me, and you'll make it really good–for both of us.”

  “Nothing like putting some pressure on me,” Dakota remarked. Between them, he wrapped his palm around their hard shafts and squeezed them together.

  “Fuck, that feels good,” Simon sighed, loving the feeling of Dakota's hot flesh pressed to him.

  Dakota skimmed his hand over the heads of their cocks and collected the pre-come that pooled there to use as a lubricant. Then, he began a slow series of twisting strokes that had Simon panting in a matter of seconds. His fingers trailed down to their roots, then he squeezed before he swirled his fist out to their wet tips again.

  Over and over, Dakota moved with precision until Simon started to see stars. He pushed his hand between Dakota's thighs and massaged his balls. The touch had Dakota hissing, then his face inched closer to Simon for a kiss. Simon's tongue slid into Dakota's mouth as his finger explored the sensitive spot behind Dakota's balls. He applied a little bit of pressure and rubbed in a rhythm that matched the strokes from Dakota's fist.

  “Holy shittt,” Dakota groaned. “I'm getting close.”

  “Already?”

  “What can I say?” Dakota whispered. “You make me feel so damn good.”

  “You're a lightweight.”

  “Fuck you. I can't help it. This is too intense.”

  “One day, soon, I hope you'll do exactly that.”

  “What?”

  “Fuckkk mmm-eee.”

  Dakota quickened his jerking motion and took Simon's mouth. Simon shivered from the passion Dakota was unleashing on him. His skin was damp with sweat, and his toes were beginning to curl. Christ, this felt incredible. His entire body was on fire as he chased this blazing need, and then suddenly, he was there. His balls tucked up tight to his body just as Dakota's hips started thrusting.

  “Fuck! Jesus, shit!” Dakota cried out. “I can't hold off.”

  A second later, Simon felt the hot splash of Dakota's seed hitting his stomach. The smear started to slide down over the ridges of his ribs as more ropes of come joined the first, and the scent of it filled Simon's nose. He grabbed the back of Dakota's neck and tipped his hips forward, giving himself over to the rush of his impending orgasm. Dakota's fist tightened and moved with even more speed.

  “Oh, fuck . . . yes! I'm coming,” Simon practically grunted the words. His forehead settled against Dakota's as he tried to breathe through the aftershocks.

  “Fucking bliss, man,” Dakota laughed after a minute. “I could do this all day.”

  “Me too, but I'm hungry and I need coffee.”

  “Truth. We could eat and then come back to bed?” Dakota suggested.

  Simon started chuckling as he rolled out of his bed. “You're insatiable, and clearly, you've been sent down to earth to kill me with pleasure, right?” He could hear Dakota's low rumble of laughter behind him as he walked into the bathroom to clean-up.

  Half an hour later, they were seated in Simon's tiny kitchen eating cinnamon Pop-Tarts, hot from the toaster, and sipping mugs of coffee. The much needed beverage was working its magic, and Simon heard himself making humming sounds as he filled his mouth full of the toasted, pastry treat.

  “Sorry for the shit food,” Simon apologized. “I don't typically have a lot of stuff on hand to eat here.”

  “Not much at my place, either,” Dakota said. “It's easier to just go out somewhere for a meal, but I have to say, I love what we're eating. It's one of my favorite things, although the chocolate flavor is my absolute favorite.”

  “I have a box of those in the cabinet, too,” Simon added. “I think I have strawberry up there as well. Do you want me to toast up a couple of the chocolate for you?”

  “No, no, this is fine,” Dakota said. “I don't usually eat a lot for breakfast, so this is more than enough.”

  “Maybe next time you stay over, I'll have eggs for you in the morning,” Simon promised.

  Dakota put the last piece of the Pop-Tart into his mouth and shook his head. “That's nice, but not necessary,” he said. He finished his coffee and stood up to set the mug into the sink. “I should probably take off.”

  Simon stopped chewing and met his gaze. “What? I thought you were staying.”

  “You need to practice,” Dakota stated. “Isn't that what Ben said?”

  “Yeah, but fuck Ben,” Simon answered. “I thought you wanted to go back to bed after we ate.”

  Dakota grinned. “I'd never turn down an offer like that, but you really should take advantage of the drum set-up I made for you yesterday. I can leave you alone for a few hours, and if it's okay, maybe I could come back later on?”

  Simon finished chewing and swallowed. His heart was suddenly hammering inside his chest at the thought of spending some more alone time with Dakota. “I'd really like that,” he offered. “Come back and we'll order some take-out for dinner.”

  “Will dessert come along with that?” Dakota asked with a teasing tone.

  Simon's grin slowly grew to a full-blown smile that made his entire face light with happiness. “No dinner is complete without dessert,” Simon replied. He stood from
the table and followed Dakota to the front door of his house. They hung by the open door awkwardly until Dakota crowded Simon's personal space. Simon saw the glint of desire flame in Dakota's eyes and closed the distance between them.

  His hand clasped the side of Dakota's neck and pulled him in sharply to plant a kiss on his lips. His tongue separated his lips and slid inside to taste the Pop-Tarts and coffee. When Dakota's fingers twisted in Simon's hair and tugged, their kiss deepened, and the front of Simon's pants were suddenly painfully tight. Who would have thought a rough kiss with a man at the open front door of his house would turn him on this much, but Simon was beside himself with arousal. He wanted nothing more than to push Dakota up against the wall and tongue fuck his mouth for the next hour before they stumbled back into his bedroom. But he couldn't do that. Not now.

  Dakota finally broke the kiss and stepped back with a devilish grin on his face. He rubbed at his kiss-swollen lips before he started to step outside and onto the stone path which led to his parked truck in the driveway. He took two steps backwards before he gave Simon a nod and turned away. Simon watched him walk for a few seconds before he spoke up.

  “Hey, Dakota?”

  “Yeah, Simon?”

  “Bring a change of clothes with you when you come back, because you're not going to make it home tonight.”

  Dakota smirked at Simon over his shoulder. He still seemed a little dazed from their rough kissing by the door. “Is that so?” he asked.

  “I'm very confident you'll want to stay,” Simon answered.

  Dakota held his steady gaze then said, “Then, I guess I'll see you later.”

  “That sounds like an excellent plan.”

  Simon watched Dakota offer one final wave before his truck backed out of the driveway and into the street in front of the house. His eyes tracked the red tail lights as they disappeared in the distance. He found himself wishing the day would pass by quickly so he could see Dakota's truck pull right back into that driveway.

  Simon had been pounding on his drums for hours when he finally spotted Dakota leaning up against the door frame of his music room. He saluted him by using one of his drumsticks from where he sat on his stool, and Dakota chuckled at the gesture. Simon watched him walk closer. He loved the way Dakota's body moved. His strides were sexy and fluid and he carried himself with such sensual confidence. It quickly made his cock hard, and how could it not, when Dakota's eyes all but screamed out the dirty things they would be doing soon.

  God, I hope it's soon! He'd barely been able to concentrate on his music since Dakota had left that morning. But now he was back, and he clearly had something on his mind. Simon could tell by the way he walked. His male swagger and what it did for his hips could be classified as porn. It was that suggestive and . . . hard. Jesus! He's already hard.

  Simon set down his sticks and stepped out from behind his drums. He met Dakota halfway across the room and held his heated gaze like a magnet.

  “You're sexy as fuck when you play,” Dakota commented.

  “You were watching?”

  “Hell, yeah. I almost had to pull out my cock and give it a couple of good tugs to get it to calm down.”

  Simon latched onto Dakota's package through his pants. “Your mind is a filthy fucking place to be, isn't it?”

  Dakota leaned forward and bit Simon's lip. “Mmm-hmm, and you ought to know. You've had the pleasure of visiting a few times.”

  “I'm hoping for another visit real soon.”

  “How about now?” Dakota suggested.

  “Let's go.”

  They hurried down the hall to Simon's bedroom and fell onto the bed together. Heated kisses followed and then Simon climbed up on top of Dakota to straddle his lap and grind against his erection. This was like the times he'd fool around with girls when he was in high school on the couch in the family room. Except this felt a million times better, and the person rubbing against him was a dude who he was insanely attracted to. If he could bottle up this chemistry and sell it, it would have to be sold on the black market as an illegal narcotic, and it would have to come with a full box of condoms, too.

  Yeah, fucking condoms would definitely have to be included.

  Simon stopped moving long enough to pull off his t-shirt and throw it across the room. His fingers went to the button of his shorts next and while he rolled off of Dakota to pull them down, Dakota was busy doing the same with his own clothing beside him. When they were both naked, they crashed together on top of the rumpled sheets–just how they'd left them that morning.

  “I want you to fuck me,” Simon said. His hand wrapped around Dakota's shaft, and Simon grinned at the sound that rumbled from his lover.

  “Do you have . . . supplies?” Dakota choked out.

  “Enough for us to fuck all night and most of tomorrow.”

  “Holy shitttt.”

  Dakota flipped Simon onto his back and settled between his legs. Simon shivered at the rough contact. He loved the fact Dakota had the strength to work him over that way. For a smaller guy, he sure had a lot of man-power behind him. Simon ran his fingers through Dakota's long hair. The sexy fucker grinned at him and then began to lick and kiss his way down between Simon's legs.

  “Fucking hell,” Simon exhaled when Dakota pressed his nose to his tight sac.

  The tongue was next, licking and teasing his balls before zeroing in on his cock. Simon spread his legs wider and Dakota went to town. He had Simon so amped up to come, he was close to begging for the release.

  “Your tongue is going to kill me,” Simon groaned.

  “I've barely started,” Dakota replied.

  He went back to work, this time his tongue slipped much lower–behind Simon's sac to the wrinkly skin of his hole. Dakota pressed behind Simon's knees to lift his legs and separate his ass cheeks, and his tongue lashing continued. He teased Simon for an eternity and brought him right to the edge again by spearing his opening with his tongue and then he used a finger to seek out the magic button that would undoubtedly launch him right off the bed. The soft drag of Dakota's finger across his prostate, and Simon was so far gone. All he could manage were mumbled nonsensical words and low moans of his appreciation. He started to see swirls of light behind his eyes and his balls drew up tight. Relief was just seconds away, and Jesus, he could almost taste it. His body needed this release like a junkie needing a fix.

  And then the blissful stimulation was gone.

  “Fuck, please don't stop,” Simon complained. “I need to shoot so bad.”

  Dakota was silent while he rolled on a condom and slicked himself with lube. Simon was so lost in himself he couldn't open his eyes, but Simon could feel Dakota's heat all around him, and then the tip of his cock was pressed against his hole. His first instinct was to clamp down tight to prevent the invasion from happening, but this was Dakota's cock looking for entry, and Simon was desperate to take it.

  “Yes, please fuck me,” Simon requested through a hiss.

  With every new inch Dakota pushed inside Simon, the groans and curses grew louder. The stretch hurt a lot more than Simon anticipated. He pressed a hand to Dakota's chest. “I need more lube,” Simon suggested.

  Dakota stopped moving and lifted himself to squirt more of the cool gel onto his exposed shaft and around Simon's opening, then gently rocked his hips while he held Simon's gaze. “Better?”

  “Yeah, much.”

  Simon looped an arm around Dakota's neck and pulled him in for a sloppy kiss. It was just the right kind of distraction he needed from the pain of entry, and Dakota finally bottomed out while Simon was sucking on his tongue.

  “Damn, this feels so fucking good,” Dakota whispered against Simon's lips.

  Simon winced in pain and adjusted the angle of his hips a bit. It eased the pressure somewhat and enabled him to spread his legs wider, then he offered his mouth again to Dakota. They stayed connected like that for several minutes, with Dakota's tongue dueling with Simon's and his cock merely pulsing inside his ass. Finall
y, Simon's channel seemed to relax and open up.

  “Try moving now,” Simon suggested. After a few slow rolls of Dakota's hips, Simon was once again climbing toward orgasm. He met each of Dakota's thrusts and even pressed his feet to the mattress for leverage. Dakota plunged deep inside Simon's hot channel and this time he tapped against his prostate. The sensation was so powerful, Simon couldn't have stopped it from happening if he tried. He was done. The first hot blast of his seed shot from his cock and all over both their stomachs.

  “You're coming,” Dakota announced, as if Simon needed a heads-up to that fact. A few snaps of his hips later, Dakota was filling his condom.

  Dakota collapsed down on top of Simon and nuzzled his face into his damp neck. “So fucking good,” Simon said. He held on to Dakota tightly, afraid he might roll out of bed and leave him alone to deal with the aftershocks.

  “Best orgasm ever,” Dakota whispered.

  “Definitely,” Simon agreed.

  Dakota finally caught his breath and lifted himself to his elbows. He stared down at Simon with a goofy grin on his face. Simon was pretty sure he had a similarly stupid expression on his own face, but he didn't care. He felt too fucking good to care what he looked like right now.

  “I can't believe we did that,” Dakota finally said.

  “And I can't wait to do it again,” Simon added.

  Chapter Nine

  Present day, prepping for the reunion tour . . .

  Simon sorted through the pile of drum tech applications and sighed loudly in irritation. Although he found some of the guys who had come to interview for the job interesting, none of them had the qualities he was looking for to do the job. Each and every one of them lacked an essential ingredient he needed. He wasn't necessarily sure what that was, but he knew he'd know it when he saw it.

  To be fair, after interviewing men for a solid six hours, they were all beginning to blend together with very little to define them. Sure, there were some details he'd never forget about a few, like the guy who thought Simon would be comfortable referring to him as King. Yeah, that wasn't going to happen. Ever. Or the one who had the balls to insist he never worked on his birthday. Jesus, what the hell was wrong with people?