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Chapter Eleven

Blake

Five Years Ago

Tommy: I’m almost home.

Tommy: Are you at band practice? I can stop there first.

Blake: In the rehearsal room.

Tommy: I can’t wait to see you.

Blake: I can’t wait to see you, too. How was the game? Did they win?

Tommy: It was fun and all, but next time I hope you can come with us.

Tommy: Yes, they won. Jax is amazing in the crease.

Blake: I’m so happy you got to see that.

Tommy: I got you something.

I blinked when Killian snapped his fingers in front of my face. “Earth to Blake.” He grunted when I flinched. “Are you playing with us, or you are texting Tom?”

“I’m not texting anyone.” I shoved my phone in my back pocket as Maverick started leading us into our newest song, “Smalltown USA”. It was something Killian and I had just finished, but I thought it was our best song yet. It felt so perfect.

I closed my eyes as the music moved through me. Killian’s throaty voice filled the air, and I slapped out the notes on my bass. This, this was what I was meant to do with the rest of my life. Music had always been such a big part of my life the first time my dad had put on the album Core by Stone Temple Pilots. He grew up in the era of Seattle’s grunge rock, as had Mom. They had shown me numerous photos of them decked out in flannel shirts, ripped blue jeans, and converse sneakers. Oddly enough, Mom was the one with the blue hair while Dad had multiple piercings. But, like grunge, their relationship didn’t last, and their divorce was messy and nasty. I only went with Mom because I was worried she might kill herself with her drinking.

My eyes popped open when Dean tapped me with his guitar and jutted his chin toward the door. Tommy gave me a quick wave before he moved to sit down on the old couch we kept in the band room, and now I was completely distracted. His dark eyes danced happily as he bounced his knee to the music, and I realized just how much I had missed him while he was gone. It was only for the weekend. We had texted the entire time, he’d sent me pictures, but it made me realize that that was what it was going to be like when the band left and he went off to college. We wouldn’t be in the same place at the same time, and it would be rushed calls, hurried texts, and missing him.

“Blake!” Killian barked. “Pay attention. We have to get this right if we want to play it on Saturday night.”

Tommy’s brows shot up. “Relax, dude.”

“When did you join the band, Yoko?” Killian shot back at him; his blue eyes narrowed. When Tommy didn’t answer, he turned back to me. “Is he going to be a problem?”

I shook my head. “No, but Kill, we wrote this. You don’t have to worry.”

“You wrote the music, not the lyrics. You sing backup. Again.” He waved his hand at the other two and they started again.

“Everything matters in smalltown, USA. Every kiss, every date, every word you say. Doesn’t matter how much you love someone. Everything matters in smalltown, USA.

The hits you take, the marks I leave, everything matters in smalltown, USA.

Every blush, every smile, every hidden look. It’s been documented in smalltown, USA.

You might want to save me, but not in smalltown, USA. I want to be yours, but not in smalltown, USA.”

I felt Tommy staring at me while Killian crooned into his microphone. Was he thinking the same thing I was? Had Killian written these words for Matty, or was it just a weird coincidence?

“You’re too perfect for me, I’m too broken for you. Especially in smalltown, USA. To touch you would ruin me. To have me would break you. I don’t deserve you in smalltown, USA.”

When we had run through the song numerous times, Killian grabbed his phone. “That’s good. We’re done. I gotta go.” He didn’t look at anyone as he shoved his microphone back into the stand. “Tomorrow. Same time,” he mumbled, then disappeared from the room.

“Is he okay?” Tommy asked as he stood up.

Maverick never said a word as he placed his sticks on his stool, which wasn’t anything new, before he followed Killian, and that left us with Dean.

“Wish I could stay, but I have a date,” he announced.

“Helena?” I asked.

Dean shook his head. “What, no. I’m not—How the fuck did you know that?”

“Like you two aren’t more than obvious.” Tommy rolled his eyes. “It’s fine. We won’t tell Killian.”

Dean dragged a hand through his signature green hair. “Right, well, you’re welcome to stay.”

“No, we’re going to my place,” Tommy announced. “Right?” he added.

I couldn’t wait to be alone with him. Touch him, kiss him, have him do the same to me. “Right.”

We followed Dean as walked up the steps from the practice room and outside to Tommy’s car. Dean bid us goodbye, and once it was just us, Tommy shoved me against the vehicle.

“I missed you,” he whispered. “More than I thought possible.” He cupped my head with his hands.

“Me, too. It’s crazy. Not that we haven’t been apart before, but this time it was different.”

“So different. The texts were nice, but I missed your voice. Your smile. The sounds you make when you come.”

I blushed. “Really?”

“You make these little sexy whining noises. ‘Oh, Tommy.’” He grinned down at me before he slid his lips over mine. “Gets me so fucking hard.”

Heat shot up my spine and over my body before I stepped up onto my toes. “Oh, Tommy,” I murmured into his ear.

“Fuck, Bug.” He groaned. “I’m going to take you home and make you say that all night long.”

I nipped his ear. “Bet.”

***

“Wait, fuck.” I groaned as Tommy slammed me against his bedroom door and reached behind me to lock it.

He grinned down at me. “Strip,” he ordered, already tugging my shirt over my head.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the zipper. “Did you like the new song—mmffph.” I sucked on his tongue when he shoved it between my lips, my hands digging into his auburn hair.

Tommy chuckled as his hands slipped up my chest and over my nipples. “I think it’s about Matthias.” He peppered wet kisses down my jaw.

“Right? Me, too.”

Tommy stopped to look up at me. “Those lyrics are more than obvious. Was Kill trying to tell everyone, or was he thinking no one would notice them? Something about the hits you received and the marks I leave. Matthias said Killian found him in the tree house, right?” He started to bite at my shoulder before I pushed his face away from me.

“Do you think he’s the boyfriend Matty was talking about?” I muttered. “That makes so much sense.”

Tommy nipped my chin. “We’re going to analyze this now, or can I suck your cock first, Bug? I’ve been dying to get my mouth on you.”

“What?” I stared down at him as he sank down to his knees. “You want to give me a blowjob?” I asked as he dragged my jeans along with my briefs down to my ankles.

Tommy nodded as he leaned forward to press a kiss against my thigh. “Bug, you have no idea,” he murmured. “You want that, too, don’t you? To fuck my face, come down my throat?”

“Jesus, you can’t just—shit.” I whimpered when he wrapped his mouth around the head and sucked.

I watched wide-eyed as Tommy took me all the way down to the balls. He planted both of his palms against my thighs before he pulled back, sucked the tip, then did it again. Over and over, Tommy bobbed up and down on my dick. I gritted my teeth, afraid to even move or breathe the wrong way because I knew I would come. Tommy kept his dark brown orbs glued to my greens as he worked me over, spit collecting at the corners of his mouth, pooling around his lips and dripping down his chin. He never once stopped to come up for air. Pleasure rolled over my skin and up my spine as my toes curled inside my shoes.

I fought the sensation as long as I could, only to let out a low whimper. “Oh, Tommy.”

He groaned at my words as I coated his throat with my cum, just like he had wanted. He didn’t stop until I was done, licking up everything I had to give him. I nearly collapsed onto the carpet next to him as I tried to recover.

“You’re so hot,” Tommy whispered as the sound of his zipper filled the room.

My eyes popped open. “Wait for me,” I begged. “Give me a second, and I’ll help you with that.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to, Tommy.”

He smiled and wiggled out of his pants, leaving his hard cock jutting out at me. He reached for my hand. “You can jerk me off, Bug. That’s all I need.”

“I want to taste you. Just like you did for me,” I admitted, then kicked off my shoes. “Damn pants.” I struggled to remove them, and the sound of Tommy’s soft laugh caused my heart to thump in my chest. “That’s funny?”

He nodded. “Your eagerness, your willingness to jump into this relationship. You’re so perfect, Blake. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Finally free of my pants prison, I shoved Tommy onto his back. “Tell me if I’m doing it wrong.”

Tommy beamed at me. “You’ll be perfect. Just like you always are.”

I licked my lips as I stared down at his cock, admiring the way it looked. I knew I wasn’t into other men. I’d meant what I said. I wasn’t gay, but for Tommy, I was. He was everything to me. I dipped my head and dragged my tongue over the tip, collecting the tangy, salty precum. I groaned softly when Tommy’s hands found their way into my hair, as he guided me toward what he wanted.

“Bug.” He whimpered softly. “Just put your mouth on me. I only need that.”

I met his heated gaze before I did as he asked. The sound Tommy made was like nothing I had ever heard before as his hips canted. I swallowed more, easing my way down his thick length, trying not to gag or use my teeth. Tommy’s hands tightened in my hair, and his groans grew louder. I dared look up at him, and satisfaction coursed through me. My best friend looked absolutely wrecked.

I did that. I made Tommy Olson look like he was within one inch of losing himself to the pleasure he was receiving. His eyes were clamped shut, his mouth open, and when I started to move my head up and down, he suddenly came in hot, salty spurts.

“Oh, fuck, Blake! Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispered as I took everything he gave me, not wanting to miss anything. I needed to take it all.

When I was sure he was done, I moved to lie next to him on the floor and wrapped my arms around him, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

“Did I do good, Gretzky?” I asked softly.

A soft sigh escaped his mouth. “That was amazing, Bug. So good.”

I preened at his praise and leaned into Tommy’s touch when his hands found their way into my hair.

“Oh, I got you something!” he suddenly said. “Sit up for a second.”

Tommy climbed to his feet and grabbed a plastic bag, which he handed to me. I opened the bag and pulled out a Boston Terriers hockey shirt.

“You got this for me?” I knew I was never going to take it off. I’d sleep in it, wear it forever, and think of him whenever I did.

“Yeah, I mean, I know you like to wear mine, but I thought you would like this one. I hope next time you can come with me.”

“I love it.” I pulled it over my head and tugged it down around my stomach. “Thank you, Tommy.”

He smiled and pressed a kiss to my lips. “You’re welcome, Bug.”

I had watched my best friend date guys and mess around with them, and the entire time I had wondered what it would be like. Now I finally had my chance. I intended to keep him as long as I possibly could. Forever, if he would have me.

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