Chapter Nineteen

Blake

Five Years Ago

A week later, it was like that fight had never happened. The bruising had healed to an ugly yellow color, and even though his parents had been pissed, they were used to that sort of thing when it came to hockey. It had started with Jackson, and it continued with Tommy. He had told me it gave me some sort of king status at school when he walked in on Monday morning. The freshman were in awe, while his fellow seniors asked him what the other guy looked like. I was glad I had graduated already because I might have been a little jealous of the attention.

“I know that look.”

Tommy reached for my hand and laced our fingers together as we headed into the Brookfield Mall. Then he stopped to kiss me. Right there in the open, where everyone could see. It didn’t matter, though. We weren’t in Canfield. Brookfield was huge, and sure, kids from our town could be there, but they probably wouldn’t even notice us. So what if they did?

“What was that for?” I gasped out once he pulled back. It felt like all the air had been sucked out of my lungs while my heart thumped against my chest.

He shrugged. “Because I love you. Because you’re mine and I’m yours. Come on.” He dragged me farther into the building, a place we had been coming to since I moved here four years ago.

“Because I love you. Because you’re mine and I’m yours.”

Those words echoed through my mind as I followed behind my best friend. I had started to dream of all sorts of things with Tommy now that we had become, well, lovers. What our future might look like once we got out of here. We just had to wait a few more months for him to graduate.

Tommy tugged on my hand as he approached the photo booth. “Come on, Bug, age before beauty,” he teased, then opened the curtain to let me step inside first.

“So funny.” I rolled my eyes as I climbed into the booth. “Oof, good thing I’m smaller than you.” I grunted as he shoved his large body next to mine.

He chuckled as he planted a wet kiss on my cheek. “You fucking love my hockey ass.” He wasn’t wrong. “Come on, make sure you look pretty for me.” Tommy leaned forward to deposit some money into the machine before he hooked an arm around my shoulders. “Make these some good ones, Blake, because we’re both getting copies.”

“Good ones?” I turned to look at him just as Tommy kissed me, his lips colliding with mine, and the flash went off.

I grabbed his shirt to yank him closer, and when the camera went off again, Tommy chuckled softly.

“They can’t all be pictures of you sucking my face off, Bug.” He tilted my head towards the screen where the camera was. “Smile for me.” He rested his head against mine.

“I love you,” I whispered.

“I love you, too,” Tommy answered, and a smile spread over my face so big it hurt just as the last photo was taken.

He helped me out of the booth when we were done and nudged me as we waited for them to print. “You want to fuck later?” he whispered.

Heat curled inside my body. “Yes, yes, I do.”

We hadn’t had sex since that Sunday morning after his game. Not for lack of trying. Monday, my mother had been drunk when I’d gotten home, and I’d had to deal with that nightmare. Tuesday, Tommy had a late hockey practice. Wednesday and Thursday, I had band. But now here we were, Friday night, together and everything had aligned for us.

“Mm, I bet you do.” Tommy tipped my head up so he could slide his lips over mine. “My good little bottom, so greedy and ready for me.”

I peered up at him with lust coursing through my veins. “Don’t tease me.”

“Shit,” he whispered, then pulled away from me. “Act normal.”

“Hey, assholes.” Killian punched my shoulder harder than he needed to, and when Tommy growled, he held up both his palms. “Relax, man, I was just messing around.”

His eyes darted to where the machine had just spat our pictures, but Tommy managed to grab them before Killian could. Had he seen us kissing? Not that I was embarrassed. I just didn’t want Killian to be a dick about it.

Dean rolled his eyes. “I think you’re hangry, Kill. Let’s go to the food court.”

“You two want to come, or is this, like, a date?” Killian wiggled his brows at us. “Geez, you remind me of Maverick and Jackson sometimes with how much time you spend together. Always rushing off instead of hanging out with us. Maverick is a miserable prick now. Don’t let that happen to you, Blake. We leave in a couple of months.”

“It won’t,” I assured him.

Tommy and I were different. We were rock solid. I mean, we did spend a lot of time together, but that was just how we were. Besides, we were together. Wasn’t that what couples did? I widened my eyes at Tommy to try to see what he wanted to do. When he wrinkled his nose at me, I smiled and bumped his large frame with my hip. We could just hang out for a little while before we went back to his place.

“Fine.”

“ Fine? Don’t let me twist your arm or anything, Blakey.” Killian was in a mood tonight. Maybe this thing with Matthias was getting to him. Running around, hiding, pretending to be straight when he obviously wasn’t.

Tommy narrowed his eyes. “Watch yourself, Hampton. That’s Blake Duncan, your bass player and friend you’re talking to. You’re not the only one writing the songs. It’s time you start showing him some respect.”

Oh, my fucking heart.

“Dude, chill,” Killian told him, but he took a couple of steps back. “Sorry, Blake, I didn’t mean anything by it. We’re cool, right?”

I nodded. “Very.”

But I couldn’t wait to get back to Tommy’s so I could show him how much I appreciated him sticking up for me like that. It made me swoon and my heart sore.

***

My dick was rock hard.

It had been all through dinner with Killian and Dean. I kept thinking about how Tommy told Kill he had to respect me. God, that was the hottest thing. I wanted to kiss the hell out of my best friend. Shove my tongue into his mouth, tell him how much I loved and wanted him. Show him just how much it meant to me to have stood up for me like that. But I couldn’t. I had to act like we were friends. Just two buddies hanging out, laughing, and having a good time.

I kind of hated it.

“You’re quiet, Bug,” Tommy commented on the way home.

We’d hung out with Killian and Dean until the mall closed. After Killian apologized for being a dick, he relaxed, and we had fun. I liked my bandmates. Maverick was the biggest issue lately, and if he weren’t such a good drummer, we probably would have booted him out of the band. Plus, he and Dean had the practice area.

“Everything okay?”

I nodded. “Fine, perfect, great.”

Tommy clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth before he slowed down the car and pulled into an empty parking lot.

“Want to tell me the truth? Was it Killian? He’s a bit much, but I thought he calmed down a bit—”

I was on him before he could finish talking, my hands in his hair as I crawled into his lap. I sucked hard on Tommy’s tongue, nipped at his bottom lip, and rolled my hips against his groin so he knew what I needed. How badly I wanted him. When Tommy tried to speak, I shook my head, kissed him harder, deeper, and slid a hand up the front of his shirt. I tugged it up over his hand to get to his hard, defined chest, then bent down to lick and suck at his nipples, listening to the soft groans he released.

Tommy pushed me down onto the seat, and spread me out before him, the moonlight shining in his dark eyes. His fingers struggled to work the button on my jeans before he finally got them undone. I lifted my hips so he could pull them down to my ankles, along with my underwear. He brought his fingers up to my mouth, and at first, I wasn’t sure what he wanted until I met his eyes. They were wild with lust. I opened my lips so he could shove them inside. I sucked hard on his fingers, got them good and wet before he spread my legs as best he could with my jeans still wrapped around my ankles.

I let out a low whine when Tommy’s finger found my hole. He smirked at me, slipped it inside, and then the second one joined the first. My eyes rolled back just as I felt his tongue drag across the tip of my cock to collect the precum. I fisted a hand into Tommy’s hair as he sank down lower until he had taken me all the way into the back of his throat and spread me wide with his two fingers. I felt so full. It felt so damn good with his mouth wrapped around me.

Tommy sucked me off, his eyes never straying from mine, his grip on my thigh with his free hand tight, his blunt nails making dimples in my skin. He fucked me with his two fingers and bobbed on my cock like he was meant for it. Spit dripped down his chin, and he gagged when I canted my hips. I let out low groans, panted and whimpered as he pegged my prostate with the tips of his fingers. But when Tommy hollowed his cheeks, tugged me down a little farther and changed the angle just enough, I saw stars and cried out his name as I came.

Tommy smirked around my length as I filled his mouth with my release. He moaned around me like he wanted it, and when I was done, he leaned up to kiss me, shoving his tongue into my mouth and feeding me my own cum. I greedily took it from him before I slumped against the door. Sweat had started to trickle down my face and neck.

“Bug, I know you’re all relaxed from your orgasm, but we need to get out of here before a cop shows up.” Tommy tugged at the fabric around my ankles. “At least cover up your pretty cock.”

I flushed at his words. “Pretty cock,” I muttered as I tried to sit up.

“It’s beautiful, just like the rest of you.”

“Stop saying shit like that.” I tried to yank my clothes up but failed miserably.

“You don’t think you’re beautiful?”

“I’m cute at best.” I finally got my underwear on and felt Tommy’s glare. “What?”

“Compared to who, Blake?”

“I don’t know. The rest of the band.”

Tommy growled. “Chicks like Killian because he has that whole bad boy vibe thing going on. Maverick is allusive, and Dean’s the guitar player. Everyone loves guitar players. You, Bug, you’re stunning. Don’t sell yourself short. Anyone would be lucky to have you.”

“Not you, though?” I felt a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

He shook his head. “Haven’t we already established that we’re a thing? We’re together now. I want you. End of story.”

“Right, we’re together now,” I repeated.

I managed to pull up my jeans as he leaned in to kiss me.

“You and me, Bug. Forever,” Tommy whispered against my mouth.

I wasn’t sure about that when I went home to a full-blown disaster.