36

Throughout my life, I have relied heavily on my charm and charisma to compensate for my shortcomings in other areas. That being said, even I had a hard time putting this together on such short notice.

But there's no obstacle that can prevent me from getting what I want.

Not with him.

The world had become too much for him, plain and simple. No matter how calm a face he presents outwardly, I sensed the toll it was taking on him. As he slept, his words circled in my mind—how he sometimes needs to find his center, and what he does at home when life is too noisy. I was determined to make it happen.

It is quite impressive what name-dropping my boyfriend's band can accomplish.

"What is this?" Tai's voice is a breathless whisper as I park, the setting sun spinning the sky into a sheet of black. His eyes are wide as he twists to look at me. "What did you do?"

A laugh escapes from my throat that I can't control. "Pulled a few more strings." I wink as I kill the engine and climb out of the van. Small spotlights point up at the sign hanging above the double wooden doors. Abbey Road Studios is printed in simple black lettering, and Tai chokes out a strangled sound as I tug him towards the door.

A young woman greets us and leads us to Studio Three, where she gives a quick rundown while Tai's wide eyes sweep the space. "We've got the room for two hours," I explain as he turns to face me and swallows hard. My smile is gentle as I take a step forward and pull him into my arms. "You said playing helps empty your mind, and I thought… what better place while we're in London?"

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me," he whispers, and I glance down to find tears in his eyes. Immediately, my vision blurs with tears of my own as I lean to press a gentle kiss on his lips.

"I'm nothing special," I insist, but he shakes his head adamantly.

His smile is heartbreakingly tender as he stares at me, so much open emotion in those eyes. "In a world full of uncertainty, you're the one thing I trust will never change. The one constant in my life."

"Always, sweetheart," I whisper, swiping his tears away before they have a chance to fall. "Nothing in this life could ever drag me from your side again." He tucks his face into my neck and for a few long minutes, we stand there, content to be wrapped up in each other.

Tai pulls away and turns in a full circle, taking in the studio and locking his eyes on the baby grand piano. There's a reverence to his demeanor as he walks over and drags his fingertips across the ivory, almost like he's in a trance as he sits and tinkers with the keys, getting to know the instrument.

And then, he plays.

Heavy melodies fill the room, the acoustics bouncing the chords in a way that makes everything feel more powerful, more alive. Tai closes his eyes, a small smile dancing on his lips as the music spills out of him.

He's beautiful.

Ethereal.

For over an hour, neither of us speaks as he pours his heart out into the keys, and I'm content to sit and watch him in his element. It's forbidden, almost—like glimpsing something sacred that I'm not meant to see.

An idea forms in my mind as I walk over and place a gentle hand on his shoulder. He doesn't stop playing, just glances up at me with those deep brown eyes.

"Keep playing." My hands slide down his torso, his eyes still locked on mine. "And for the love of God, if someone walks down those stairs, tell me. It won't be in anyone's best interest for me to get arrested in a foreign country." He breathes a laugh as I drop to my knees beside the bench, running my hand over his stomach and further, tracing his cock behind his jeans.

The music falters as he arches into my touch, but he keeps playing as I feel him thicken. Up and down, my fingertips tease as he gets harder, until he's straining against the denim. I undo his zipper, working him until his cock pushes through the fly of his pants. I slip under his arms and crawl under the piano, trying to contort my bulk into the proper position. Finally, I'm on my hands and knees before him, ready to worship.

He watches, unblinking, as I inch forward and swipe my tongue across the tip. "Is this how it looked in your fantasy?" His groan rolls over the music as his fingers dance on the keys. "Me under this piano where no one noticed, sucking your cock while you played?"

His head nods frantically as I draw him into my mouth, moaning at the taste of him against my tongue. I take him further, until he bumps the back of my throat, and another deep moan escapes him as I tighten my lips and suck.

My erection aches in my pants, and I thrust my hips out of instinct. The music plays as I lick and suck along his length, barely faltering even as he jerks forward and fucks into my throat.

A salty burst of pre-cum hits my tongue and I retreat, swirling over his head as I lap up every heady drop of arousal that leaks from him. Spit slicks his shaft, soaking into a dark ring around the fly of his jeans as it pools. My head moves faster, bobbing up and down on him, and I have a surge of pride when I realize that I'm gagging less than I did in the past.

Tai's hands momentarily stop, and the room fills with the sloppy sounds of me sucking his cock before he resumes playing. I draw him deep into my throat as I work those muscles, trying to swallow around him.

My hips jerk forward again, the seam of my pants offering friction as I stay on all fours, my ass pushed out like I'm waiting for him to take me. I cough as I use my mouth to fuck him, enjoying the bittersweet frustration of thrusting into nothing.

Why is everything with him so mind-numbingly good?

My moan rises above the piano's music, and his cock strains, thick in my mouth. I hollow my cheeks as I turn my eyes up to his, his hands stumbling on the keys as his hips slam forward. Hot blasts of cum splash across my tongue and he calls out my name in a desperate wail.

The slick slide of his shaft between my lips and against my tongue causes a sudden heat to flare at the base of my spine. A liquid inferno tears through my veins as my hips jerk, and my eyes widen as my cock pulses in my pants. Warmth fills my underwear as I moan against him, a trickle of cum rolling down my chin as I tremble.

Silence engulfs the room, only filled by my quiet moans and both our heavy breathing. Tai pushes the bench backward, the legs scraping against the wooden floor, before he grips my chin and pulls me off his cock. "Did you come, Connor?"

"Yes," I whimper, the orgasm still pulsing through me in waves.

"Show me," he orders, and I crawl out from under the piano and sit back on my feet. His eyes fall to the damp spot on the front of my khakis, but he shakes his head. " Show me ." The needy way I whine is something that he alone can cause. I unbutton and unzip my pants, and his impatient fingers wrap around the elastic of my briefs and pull them back. Thick, creamy mess soaks the fabric, and milky beads sit like pearls in my pubic hair.

He stands and glances at the door. It's locked, but the employees undoubtedly have access if they need it. The clock tells us we have thirty minutes left on our allotted time, and I can tell Tai intends on using every one.

"Elbows on the bench." I glance up at him in question, but he raises a brow—a command—and I nod, crawling forward and resting my elbows on the leather cushion.

Tai drops behind me and yanks both my pants and underwear down enough to expose me. Fingers grip my ass cheeks and spread, and a wet heat drags along my hole. "Oh, shit," I gasp as he licks my rim, my knees almost shooting off the ground at the foreign sensation.

"Arch your back and relax, love." I let out a pitiful noise as I obey, canting my hips and opening myself more to him. A dull thud hammers through my body as my cock springs back to life, his tongue swiping and licking like it's his last meal.

Arms wrap around my ass and pull me closer, and he's everywhere—teeth scraping my sensitive skin, tongue circling my hole, then the tip teasing as it prods against it.

Spit drips over my entrance, down my balls, as he sinks his face so deep in my ass I'm not sure how he's breathing. A wail leaves my throat as he eats me out, my hips rolling against him and grinding against his mouth. I bite back a shout when he plunges his tongue inside me, stretching and thrusting, then replaces it with fingers.

Saliva drips between my cheeks as he spits, rising to his knees behind me. Hands land on my shoulders as the head of his cock nudges at my entrance, and then he pushes forward.

"God, that'll never get old," he murmurs as he slips inside me, rocking in controlled motions. "This will have to be fast."

We've both already come once, and I don't tell him I won't be able to go a second time. That would've been ambitious a decade ago, likely impossible now. But that doesn't matter. If he needs to use me for his pleasure, I'll stay on my knees all day and take it, just to make him feel good. A slight sting ricochets through my body, a consequence of using spit instead of lube, but I embrace the pain and thrust back to meet him.

My cock is hard again, pushing into the damp mess in my pants as he fucks me harder, and I can't help it as I grunt with every drive of his hips. "That's it… make some noise for me." He fists my hair and pulls me into a sloppy kiss over my shoulder, our teeth clashing and lips clumsy as he forces a deeper arch from my spine.

How did I live the first forty-one years of my life without this? I went from lackluster sex and faked pleasure to not being able to get enough. From headaches and excuses to begging for more, more, more .

And beg, I do.

His name, over and over. A chorus of please and deeper , before my vocabulary is limited to yes and more .

He slams into me from behind, brushing against my prostate with every well-placed swing of his hips, and I groan as my balls draw into my body, almost painful with how they protest. Tai's hand wraps around my throat and holds me against him, lips next to my ear.

"I could spend every hour of every day inside you and I'd never tire of it." I moan my agreement as his other hand snakes to my nipple and pinches. "Could live inside this ass, that tight hole squeezing me each time you lose control. You've already got one load in your pants, filthy boy. Should we add another?"

"Yes." I stretch the word out, hissing the S, my voice jarred by the punches of his hips.

"Tell me, Connor. Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"I want you to mark me from the inside… fill me with your cum. Don't clean it up after."

"Yeah?" he rasps, thrusting faster. "You want to walk through those people outside with my cum dripping from your ass?" I nod, and his hand tightens around my neck. I gasp as his fingers pinch tighter on my nipple and tug, and I slam backwards to meet him thrust for thrust. "You have to let go again."

"I can't," I wail, although the way my cock pulses and my body coils share a different story.

"You can," he soothes, scraping his teeth along the side of my throat. "You can and you will."

"Tai!" My voice is scratchy and rough as he slides his hand to the back of my neck and forces me forward. He shoves the bench aside and pushes until my cheek hits the floor, my spine arched and my ass open for him. "Oh, fuck," I whimper, muffled, as he holds my face against the ground.

"That's it. That's my good boy." A sound that can only be described as a sob leaves my throat as my body tenses, and it hurts… it hurts so fucking good. "Let go, sweetheart. You can do it. You can be my good boy and come for me, can't you?"

White lights flash behind my eyes as I gasp, and then my entire body shudders as another orgasm is forced from me. My ass squeezes around him as he lets loose, my angry cock thumping in my briefs as I fill them a second time. It's hot and sticky, and then Tai bottoms out with a grunt and spills inside me.

Both of us are panting and sweaty, my face pressed into the floor and Tai sunk into me to the root, moaning as the final pulses of his orgasm ripple through him. I whimper as he pulls out of me and slides my underwear over my ass, helping me off the ground and kissing the small patch of red on my cheek. He reaches around, rubbing my hole and groaning as the wetness of his cum spreads through the fabric.

It's so gentle, the way he straightens my clothes and brushes my hair back, fluttering kisses on my flushed cheeks and feathering his lips over mine. Tears fill my eyes, and he grips my cheeks, kissing me deeper. "Too much?"

"No, never too much," I whisper, and he swipes away the tear that falls from my eye. "I can take a punch to the face and not even blink, get knocked on my ass after a hook to the jaw and just laugh, but one look at you, and I'm done for."

His smile is sweet as his thumbs swipe over my skin, stopping to tease my dimples. "This might be the best night of my life," he says, and I recognize the honesty in the words.

"Don't give me too much credit, sweetheart," I say, and he chuckles, so much lighter and freer than he was when we left the hotel room.

There's a crack as I climb off the ground, and I wince. "My knees are too old for this," I groan, and he laughs again, louder this time. I glance at the faint dirt rings on the knees of my khakis and the dark wet spot on the front. When I walk, my ass is as soaked as my crotch. "Fuck, I'm a mess."

"You're my mess," he teases, taking my hand and leading me to the bathroom, where we clean up as best we can. We crack up as I stand with my groin in front of the hand dryer, attempting to make our sink-scrubbing less obvious, then give each other one last once-over before we unlock the door and head to the reception desk.

The same woman smiles at us as we approach, and I flash her my widest smile. "You've been such an amazing help."

"Really," Tai interjects, sounding so sincere I'm taken aback. "Thank you. I was having a tough day, and this… well. This turned everything around."

She swoons, her palm landing over her heart. "You two are the sweetest. I'm glad it helped."

My hand lands on Tai's lower back and flexes, and he just barely tilts his face in my direction. Two planets, drawn into each other's orbit, affected by this gravity no matter what we do. Circling each other, drawing closer and closer, until the unavoidable collision.

I think about the resort, to the days we were first getting to know each other. The days before we had any idea what we could be. Both of us fought it, but Tai was right.

It was in vain.

This was inevitable.

We were inevitable.