It was 1 p.m., and we were just wrapping up our morning rehearsal, the last chords of the day still echoed faintly off the walls, when my phone rang. Damien’s name lit up the screen. He’d been our sound engineer for about six months - a rare find after a string of unavailable replacements. At first, I’d been worried about whether he could handle the job, but it didn’t take long to see he was talented, with a sharp ear and a solid grasp of our music.
“Hey, Mark, how you doing?” His voice was casual, but there was a hint of excitement underneath.
“Good, you?”
“Great! Look, I’m calling because I’ve started recording with a new band at ‘Soho Sonic.’”
“Yeah? Do I know them?”
“I don’t think so, but I think you’d really like ‘em.”
We chatted for a bit, and then he said, “Listen, they’re stuck on one of their songs. We’ve been at it for hours, and I immediately thought of you. I’m sure it’ll take you five minutes. D’you think you could swing by today?” His voice carried that hopeful edge that made it hard to refuse.
I hesitated. I knew Rob might give me shit if I went, but Damien sounded desperate. “We’re rehearsing, but the guys actually want to call it a day ,” I said, glancing at the clock. “Yeah, I guess I can. You’re only, what, half an hour away.”
“Yeah? That’d be amazing” He sounded genuinely grateful. “Plus, there’s something I’ve been meaning to give you for a while.”
"Alright, well, then, I guess I can be there in a couple of hours, does that work?"
"Perfect! Thank you so much."
I quickly showered and made myself a sandwich with whole-grain bread, avocado slices, a layer of hummus, and some fresh spinach and tomato. The fresh aroma filled the kitchen. As I took a bite, I told Rob I’d be heading over to Damien’s studio for a while, trying to sound casual.
As expected, he wasn’t thrilled.
“The band he’s working with is having trouble recording a song or something,” I explained. “He just needs a bit of help.”
"Oh that poor bastard," Rob said, dripping with sarcasm. "I bet that's just an excuse to get you alone."
I laughed it off. “Don’t be ridiculous. It’s not.”
“Of course it is!” he shot back.
I shook my head at his wariness. He’d made it pretty clear he didn’t like Damien and didn’t want me spending time with him. It was the first time in our relationship he’d been this openly jealous, this watchful. And if I’m being completely honest, I’d probably given him a few reasons to be.
Damien and I had talked a lot. We had plenty in common. He was twenty-seven, American, with a French mother, so he could speak a little French. He was handsome - dark hair, blue eyes, dimples that showed when he smiled. I hadn’t seen him without his shirt on, but I was pretty sure he had a nice build, too. He was gay, and even if he’d never said it outright, he was clearly interested in me.
He was charming. Attractive. He had that French energy - something in the way he moved, looked at you, spoke - that I found undeniably sexy.
I hadn’t been entirely sure whether he was gay until one evening when Rob came back to the studio to see if we were done. Damien was working on the take I’d just recorded, and I took the opportunity to sit on the sofa with Rob for a relaxing break.
He could tell I was tired, so he wrapped an arm around me and pulled me closer, softly caressing and kissing my face. I snuggled up against him and kissed him back a few times, and before long, we were making out a little. As usual, the intensity of his kisses and his hands touching me soon made my body react. I felt myself getting far too worked up for everything I still had to do, so I pulled back. He just grinned at me, like he knew exactly what he’d done.
“Don’t be too long,” he whispered as he stood, leaning down to kiss me one last time before leaving.
When I walked back to the studio desk, Damien looked up. “Ready for the riff?”
There were a couple of takes I wasn’t happy with and wanted to redo, but in my current state there was no way that was happening.
"Uh, no, we're done. You can go. We'll finish this tomorrow."
"But you really want to…"
"Yeah, I know, but it’s not gonna happen," I said, matter-of-factly.
I caught his eyes drifting down to my crotch before he leaned back in his chair, a slow smile spreading across his face.
“He got you all worked up?”
"Yeah, I'm gonna go have sex now!" I said with a laugh.
I grabbed my sweatshirt from the chair and headed toward the door.
“Can you close the studio for me?” I asked, halfway gone. I didn’t feel like waiting around or rushing him out.
"Sure, will do."
"Thanks, good night."
"Mind if I join?" he asked boldly just as my hand closed around the door handle.
I paused. It didn’t take long to put two and two together. I’d suspected it already, from the way he looked at me, the comments he let slip, just like Rob had. I turned around, raising an eyebrow.
“So, Rob was right, you are gay.”
“Yeah, I am, and I’m guessing you noticed,” he said easily, leaning back in his chair, a teasing edge to his voice.
“Yeah, I did,” I admitted, smirking.
“And that?” he continued, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “That was hot. Kind of turned me on.”
“Well …. Sorry.” I laughed playfully.
“You know,” he went on, lowering his voice, “I wouldn’t mind being the middleman.”
I let out a soft chuckle. “That’s pretty presumptuous of you,” I said, holding his gaze longer than necessary. “See you tomorrow.”
“Damn,” I heard him mutter.
I glanced back at him, smiling just enough to let him wonder and then stepped out and close the door behind me.
We hadn’t talked about it much, but Rob had definitely noticed Damien was gay. That was probably why he’d come to the studio that night and made out with me, knowing Damien could see us, knowing he’d watch. He’d made it very clear, though, that he didn’t agree at all with the idea of a threesome when I’d suggested it.
"You said you wouldn't see him again," Rob said, clearly hoping it would make me change my mind.
I sighed, "Oh Rob, come on!"
"What?" he exclaimed, "Now that we're not even working with him anymore, why would you want to see him again?"
"Because he's a friend, asking for some help."
"Oh please, he's interested in you."
“He never said that. And he knows we’re together,” I replied. “You made that pretty clear.”
He gave me a tight-lipped smile, knowing exactly what I meant. “He just wants to be friends - and so do I. He’s cool. If you’d actually tried to get to know him, you’d have seen that.”
"Oh, don't pretend you don't see it. He doesn't want to be your friend. No gay guy in his right mind would only want to be your friend, you're way too hot! He wants to fuck you Mark, that's what he wants."
I shook my head and sighed,
“Okay, maybe. Does that mean he gets to?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer. I liked pushing him sometimes - testing the edges, making sure nothing had shifted. “Don’t you trust me?”
“I trust you,” he said firmly. “I just don’t trust him.”
“So what are you saying?” I asked.
“I’m saying I’d rather you didn’t go.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah,” he said. “I am.”
“Rob” I scoffed. “Do you see me telling you who you can or can’t be friends with?”
He sighed and walked to the fridge, grabbing a Coke. “Well, I don’t give you any reason to, do I?” he said, a little sharper now.
“Hey,” I said lightly, “it’s not my fault I’m gorgeous and the guy’s got the hots for me.”
He laughed.
“The hots for you,” he repeated. “See? You just said it. Right there. He wants you. Which is exactly why you can’t hang out with someone who wants to sleep with you. Sorry, I win.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Oh God,” he muttered. “You’re not going to listen to me anyway, are you? That’d be a first.”
He wasn’t wrong. I’d grown up with very little freedom, and I’d spent years making up for it - even with him.
“Well,” I said with a grin, “tell me something I agree with, and I’ll listen.”
“Fine,” he replied, slipping into a mockingly British tone. “Do as you please. Just don’t expect me to be cool about it.”
“Come on,” I said. “Why does this bother you so much? If he tries anything, I’ll turn him down. I’m getting pretty good at that.”
“Not as good as I am,” he shot back.
“Look, so far he hasn’t even tried anything. He’s never flirted with me,” I said. “And if he does, fine, I won’t see him anymore. But right now, he’s just a friend who needs some help. Nothing more.”
“Mark, he asked you if he could be the middleman!” Rob exclaimed with a short, disbelieving laugh, like that alone should have ended the discussion.
I laughed, trying to brush it off. “Yeah, I know. But after that, I swear, he didn’t flirt.”
“Because I made sure he didn’t,” Rob replied, his voice low and firm. “I told him exactly where the line was, and he got the message. And the fact that he even felt comfortable asking tells me everything I need to know.”
I stayed silent.
He threw his arm up in frustration. “Just go. I know you’re going to anyway,” he said. “We’ll see who’s right and who’s wrong. Because that move he still hasn’t made on you? That’s happening today. I’d be very surprised if it didn’t.”
I sighed and glanced upward.
“Well, now that I think about it,” I said slowly, already knowing he wouldn’t like this, “he did say he had something to give me…” I added carefully.
“Oh God,” Rob muttered, shaking his head. “You’re impossible.” He looked at me hard. “You know what it is, right? You just like the attention.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but he didn’t give me the chance.
“And if that’s what you need,” he went on, his voice low, “I can give you plenty of attention myself.”
I smiled as I took the bottle of Coke from his hand, stealing a sip before giving it back. I stepped closer, slipped my arms around him, and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“See you tonight?”
“Yeah, whatever,” he muttered, still clearly annoyed that I wasn’t backing down.
I smiled and kissed him again - his cheek, his jaw, his temple - ending on his lips, slow and reassuring.
“I love you.”
Then I walked out of the kitchen and as I was getting closer to the front door, I heard him shout,
"Just don't let him suck your dick on the studio desk."
I laughed to myself but he had got me worried. I wasn't sure what I was getting myself into with this guy.
"I'll do my best!" I shouted back.
I told myself it was simple. If he made a pass at me, I’d shut it down. I could do that. Rob did it all the time, it couldn’t be that hard. And to be fair, he’d never given me any reason to doubt him or worry about him cheating on me.
After coming out, we ran into plenty of guys who hit on us, and Rob never felt very comfortable when someone seemed to develop a romantic interest in me just from being around me.
I’d always found it kind of cute, even amusing, when he became protective. Most of the time, he was the friendliest, kindest, sweetest guy you could imagine. But if someone crossed a line with me, he didn’t hesitate to step in, as he had with Damien.
It wasn’t that he was insanely jealous, he was protective in an instinctive way. He knew what mattered to him, and he wasn’t shy about it. Harmless flirting, even sex, with people we knew we’d never see again didn’t bother him, as long as it stayed clear of anything romantic.
I’d catch him flirting with plenty of people, but there was no need to be jealous; he knew where to draw the line.
Besides, most guys who fancied Rob were just too impressed, too awestruck to even talk to him. No kidding, when we went out to gay clubs in London during the album recording, most guys practically froze when they saw him.
And Rob being as picky as he was, the few guys he might have been interested in were either too intimidated to approach him, or the ones who did try were so bold, so aggressive, that he couldn’t handle it for long. He had a real talent for shutting them down, and since he usually didn’t even fancy them that much, he did it without mercy. He was starting to earn a reputation for being unapproachable, untouchable - and I have to admit, I found it pretty funny.
On my end, I didn’t have to do any of the rejecting myself, he took care of it. And we’d mostly grown out of the threesome phase anyway. It wasn’t completely off the table, but ever since the one with Rihanna’s dancer, it hadn’t come up again.
---
When I arrived at the studio, I was relieved to see that Damien was actually working with a band - and that they really did need some help. I spent a couple of hours with them, and by the end, two of their songs were fully ready to record. It didn’t take long to see why they’d been stuck - their songwriting approach was completely off.
As I was about to leave, Damien called out,
“Thank you so much for coming over. I know the band really appreciates it, and they were thrilled to meet you.”
“You’re welcome. I kind of had fun. I’m glad I could help.” I said.
“You did more than help,” he said, smiling at me, then suddenly gasped. “Oh, shit, I almost forgot.” He snapped his fingers. “Wait right here.”
“Okay,” I said, as he quickly walked away.
When he returned, he asked me to close my eyes. I wasn’t sure that was a great idea, but I did as he asked.
“Alright, you can open your eyes,” he said, his voice brimming with excitement.
I opened them and saw him holding one of The Edge’s guitars, the same one I had played when recording Up and Up with U2.
“Happy birthday,” he said.
I laughed. “My birthday was six months ago!”
“Well, whatever,” he shrugged. “Consider it a late or early birthday present… or even better, a Christmas present!”
“How did you get your hands on this guitar?” I asked, curiosity piqued. I knew if it had to be valued, it would probably be extremely expensive.
“Don’t ask, it’s a present,” he joked. “It totally adopted you during the recording. Can you imagine how sad it’d be if you didn’t take it home?”
“Did Edge actually give it to you?” I asked, surprised.
He just looked at me and shook his head, saying nothing more, and handed me the guitar. I cradled it like I’d never seen it before.
“It’s an amazing guitar. I really can’t ask how you got it?” I smiled.
“Nope,” he said.
“Oh well… whatever it is, thank you. I love it.”
“I know… and I figured you’d love to take it on tour, so here you go,” he smiled. “Consider it a thank-you. I’ve learned a lot working with you, and I really loved it.”
I smiled a bit self-consciously. “Well, it’s been great working with you too,” I said.
We smiled at each other, the words running out, unsure what to say next.
“Oh, look at that! I think a hug is in order,” he said, stepping closer.
I leaned the guitar against the studio desk and we hugged. He rubbed my back and held me tightly for what felt like forever. I started to wonder if he was ever going to let go - until my phone on the desk vibrated with a message tone.
“Ahh,” he laughed, finally releasing me. “Probably your boyfriend’s ears burning,” he said in French.
"We weren't talking about him."
“You know what I mean,” Damien said, fully aware that Rob didn’t like him.
I glanced at my phone and saw a message from Rob. I laughed to myself, he really must have developed a sixth sense for knowing when someone was hitting on me. His timing was perfect.
I quickly read the message and chuckled: “Fucked him yet? Blow your load and come home. We’re going out with Jord and his new gf tonight. You’re not gonna believe who she is. And seriously, keep your dick in your pants!”
“What’s funny?” Damien asked.
“Ah, nothing. Just Rob being Rob,” I said, smiling.
“You need to go?” he asked.
“Yeah, I should get going. Apparently, I’ve got plans tonight.”
“Alright. Well, it was really nice seeing you again. Look, I hope we can stay in touch. I know you’ll be traveling a lot, but maybe we can find some time to hang out once in a while. I’ll be working a lot in London this year.”
“Sure, that’d be cool. I’ll call you, or you can call me - just let me know what you’re up to.”
“I will, but you have to as well. I know you rock stars, you get so caught up in your lives, you forget to let people know you’re still alive.”
I laughed. “Oh, don’t worry about that. I plan on living forever.”
“So do I,” he joked.
“Oh, by the way, I’ve got the two backstage passes to the O2 that you asked for.”
“Yeah? Thanks, that’s great! I can’t wait to see you guys live. I know you’re going to put on an amazing show with all those new songs. And I want to see if that boyfriend of yours is really as charismatic as they say he is.”
“Oh, he is!” I confirmed, reaching into my bag for the passes. I handed them to him, and he stepped closer.
“Okay, take care of yourself, and don’t be a stranger,” he said, wrapping his arms around me again. It didn’t feel like a regular friendly hug - he held me tight, pressing close, and I was pretty sure he’d smelled my hair. My stomach tightened, not because I wanted this, but because I didn’t want Rob to be right. I didn’t want to lose that argument. Maybe he had been right, maybe I did enjoy the attention.
“You too,” I said softly.
He pulled back just a little so we were face to face, his arms still wrapped around me. He looked deep into my eyes, and I knew exactly what he was about to do, it was written all over his face. The same longing I’d only ever seen in Rob’s eyes.
He leaned forward and lightly pressed his lips against mine, closing his eyes. I didn’t move. I almost rolled my eyes at myself, thinking Rob had been right.
His lips kissed mine softly, then he opened his eyes to gauge my reaction. I stayed expressionless. He looked apologetic.
“Sorry,” he murmured, eyes locked on mine.
“It’s - fine,” I said, though I knew it wasn’t. I should have pulled away, should have stepped back, but for some reason, I froze. I didn’t want this. I didn’t want him. And yet, Damien took my hesitation as an invitation. His hands moved to the sides of my face, and his lips brushed mine again.
I tried to pull back, but my lips betrayed me. I kissed him - just a little, hesitant, controlled. I held him closer than I should have. The gentle pressure of his lips, the soft caress of his thumb on my cheek, I felt a warmth that confused me, making me question my own restraint, but my mind was elsewhere. Rob. I thought of him and the protective way he’d warned me about Damien.
We kissed for a short moment. Then reality hit, and I pulled back slightly, tilting my head. I waited for him to react, but he kept his eyes closed, hands still on my neck, letting out a soft sigh of disappointment.
Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at me.
He didn’t speak, just studied me, with a longing in his eyes. And I realized, he just misread my hesitation. But I knew exactly what was at stake, and I wasn’t going to let myself, or him, cross a line that couldn’t be uncrossed.
I raised an eyebrow slowly. “What was that about?”
“Mark, I…” he began, stepping back.
“Don’t,” I interrupted. “I know, but…”
"But you're with Robbie," he sighed.
We stood there, face to face, the silence stretching for a few seconds. I didn’t really know what to say, he already knew, anyway. I looked at him apologetically. I didn’t enjoy hurting him. Slowly, I reached for my jacket then glanced at him again. Part of me was relieved he was about to speak, but what he said didn’t make me feel any less guilty or self-conscious.
“Look,” he said, his voice steady, “I hope we can be friends. I don’t want this to make things weird between us. But now that I’ve started, I might as well tell you how I feel.”
“Damien, come on, you don’t have to,” I started, uneasy. I wasn’t sure I wanted him to pour his feelings out, not when I couldn’t reciprocate. But he stopped me with a firm shake of his head.
“No, I need to tell you this. I didn’t want to risk losing an awesome job before, but now…I’ve got nothing to lose.” His gaze locked on mine.
I sighed and placed my hands on the studio desk, leaning on it slightly, bracing myself for a few awkward compliments. He placed his hand next to mine on the desk, subtly closing the space between us, his eyes never leaving mine.
“You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met,” he said, his voice quiet. “Spending time with you, working with you … it’s been incredible. I’ve never met someone who makes it so easy to care. Watching you play, seeing how you throw yourself into it - it’s mesmerizing. You bring music to life so effortlessly, you put so much heart into everything. You’re talented but it’s more than that. You’re kind, thoughtful… and you’re… so damn nice and fun, and… so fuckin’ attractive. Honestly, if you weren’t already with someone, I’d date you in a heartbeat.”
I pressed my lips together, taking a slow breath. “Damien… I don’t really know what to say. I appreciate you being honest with me. But I… I love Rob. He’s the only one I want to be with.”
He gave a small chuckle, stepping back slightly, letting some space return between us. “Yeah… I figured as much. No breaking you up, huh?”
I shook my head softly. “No.”
“I’m sorry if I made you think you had a shot with me,” I added, careful. “I don’t want you hoping something could happen between us. What Rob and I have is a real commitment.”
He nodded, taking it in, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Worth a try, though. Too bad for me. I hope he knows how lucky he is.”
“He does,” I said, smiling warmly.
“I hope we can be friends, though. And seriously… thank you for everything today. You really helped the band. They needed it, and you were perfect.”
“Well… I should get going. Plans with Rob.”
“Of course,” he said, stepping aside. Then he hesitated. “Can I ask you something about him ?”
“About Rob?” I asked, surprised. “What?”
“Can I ask…,” he hesitated again. “What he’s really like? I mean, what it’s like being with him?”
“Why do you want to know that?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
He ran a hand through his hair, clearly unsure how to answer. “I… I guess I’m just curious. You spend so much time with him, and… well, he’s not exactly easy to read. Not as accessible as you are. Honestly, he intimidates me. I never know how to act around him. I just… don’t understand him. So, I want to understand why you’re with him.”
I chuckled softly, shaking my head. “You don’t really know him like I do. The Rob you see, confident, funny, independent… maybe intimidating, that’s only one side. But the Rob I’m with… he’s completely different. Tender, patient, caring. He’d do anything for me. That’s who I’m with.”
Damien frowned “Okay. The Rob I saw, the one in the studio, it’s like he seemed like he’s always on, always performing. I didn’t really see the other side of him.”
I smiled, a little warmly, a little teasingly. “Exactly. Most people don’t. And honestly? That’s how I like it.”
He let out a low laugh, almost nervous. “I get it… I guess I just wanted to know what I’m up against.”
I tilted my head, meeting his gaze. “You’re not against anyone, Damien. You’re just… curious.”
He nodded slowly, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah. I’m curious. He can be so intense, so … unreachable. How do you handle him? He must drive you nuts sometimes.”
I laughed softly. “Look, I know how he is. One minute, he’s all charisma and confidence, the kind that makes people feel small. But with me, he’s… different. Normal, even a little shy. He’s not acting. He once told Bono that he creates personalities and slips into whichever fits. Bono understood that, because he does the same. But with me? He’s just himself.”
I paused. “So you didn’t really meet the guy I date. You met the rock star.”
Damien smirked. “Well, maybe if I met the guy you date, he’d like me more.”
I shook my head, smiling faintly. “I doubt it. He’s been distant around you, sure, but don’t take it personally. He’s protective. It’s not about you.”
“That’s the understatement of the year,” he chuckled.
“It’s a defense mechanism,” I said, laughing lightly. “But there’s a history. It’s not just six years, I’ve known him my whole life. He’s more than what he lets people see.”
He took a deep breath. “Do you really think you can be with the same person your whole life?”
I shrugged. “Most people think it’s impossible. Maybe because they haven’t found the right one. I haven’t had to look.”
“How can you be so sure? You’re only twenty-four. Things change. People change.”
“Sure. But when you love someone, you just know. If we love each other now, that’s enough. If it lasts forever, that’s amazing. Even if things get tough, we’ve invested too much to let it die.”
He smiled, softening for a moment. “I don’t know what that’s like. Look, I like you. I don’t want this to be the last time I see you. When I say ‘see you,’ I don’t mean five minutes every six months.”
I hesitated. “Maybe… for now, it’s better if we don’t see each other.”
He sighed, then met my gaze with that overconfident grin. “Fine, I get it. But hey, when things go downhill with him, because they will… you have my number.”
“You’re bold,” I said, locking eyes with him.
He stepped closer, hand brushing my thigh. “You’ve been with him a long time. First loves don’t usually last. So when it gets tough ….”
I raised my eyebrows. “Good thing he’s not my first love. You can wait if you want, but If I were you, I’d find someone else to chase after.”
“It’ll be hard to find someone as special as you,” he murmured, his hand sliding dangerously closer.
“You don’t give up easy, do you?” I challenged.
"Well, I know what I want. And you're quite a challenge," he said, leaning closer.
My eyes shifted downward as he whispered,
“And well, you're still here, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I am. I'm kind of curious to see how far you'll go,"
His hand pressed against me, sliding forward. I stayed still, aware of every inch he closed. Another hand slid beneath my shirt, and his lips found mine again. I felt the pull, the danger, but I knew exactly where this could end if I didn’t stop it.
I placed my hand firmly on his chest, pushing him back. “Alright,” I hissed. “That’s far enough. Sorry to disappoint you, but I really don’t want this to happen.”
I broke away from him and grabbed my jacket and my shoulder bag.
As I headed toward the exit, he called after me, “You forgot the guitar!”
“Can’t accept it,” I said coldly, not even glancing back.
“Come on, take it - it’s yours!” he insisted.
I stopped, turned, and shook my head. My eyes flicked with annoyance, making it clear I wasn’t budging.
“I went through a lot of trouble getting it for you!” he pressed.
“You shouldn’t have bothered,” I shot back icily, opening the door and stepping out.
On the way home, I couldn’t help but think - this guy was going to be really hard to get rid of.
----
When I stepped into the living room, Rob was slouched in front of the TV, controller in hand, already half-dressed to leave. The game’s soundtrack filled the silence. I dropped onto the couch beside him, my hands buried in my jacket pockets. For a moment, we just looked at each other - no words, only that familiar, loaded pause.
I turned back to the TV, a a faint, nervous smile tugging at my lips.
“Well?” he asked without looking away, fingers still working the controls.
I shrugged. “You might’ve been right.”
That got his attention. “Why?” he asked, jaw tightening. “What’d he do?”
“He…” I hesitated, my voice dropping, “He kissed me.”
The game stopped. The sudden silence felt heavy. Rob turned toward me and let out a slow breath, rubbing his thumb against the controller like he needed something solid to hold onto.
“Oh jeez,” he muttered. “That’s even worse than him sucking your dick.” His voice wavered somewhere between disbelief and disappointment.
“He probably would’ve tried that too,” I said under my breath, then glanced at him. “How is that worse?”
He frowned, eyes narrowing as he thought about it. “I don’t know,” he said finally. “It just is.”
He restarted the game, immediately swearing when his character took a hit. “Fuck’s sake. This guy’s trouble. I hate him. I really hope I don’t run into him again.”
I smirked, thinking of the backstage passes I’d handed over earlier, and how much I was regretting that decision now.
A moment passed. Rob paused the game again, quieter this time. “So… what was that thing he wanted to give you?”
Keeping my face carefully neutral, I said, “The Edge’s guitar.” My voice was steady. “The one I played on Up and Up.”
His mouth fell open. He stared at me like I’d just said something unreal, before grabbing the remote and switching the TV off.
“You’re joking.”
I shook my head and laughed softly, still half in disbelief myself.
“Oh, that little fucker,” he said, eyes wide now. “He actually got it for you? You know, I asked The Edge once, mostly joking, but damn. He really did it?”
“Yeah,” I nodded. I still couldn’t quite believe it myself.
“Where is it?” he asked, scanning the room.
“I didn’t take it.”
He blinked, clearly thrown. “You didn’t?”
“I couldn’t,” I said quietly. “It didn’t feel right.”
He leaned back and groaned. “Oh come on. You should’ve taken it.”
I shrugged, helpless. “I know.”
“Well,” he sighed, “he’ll probably have it delivered here. That’s exactly what I’d do if I really wanted you to have it.”
I smiled at him, touched despite everything.
“So,” he said, more serious now, “that’s it? You’re not seeing him again?”
“Yeah. Yeah,” I agreed, then added more quietly, “though… he might show up backstage at the O2.”
Rob’s head snapped toward me. “What?”
“I may have given him backstage passes,” I admitted, bracing myself.
“Oh, come on, Mark,” he groaned.
“That was before he kissed me!” I said defensively.
Rob shook his head, then laughed, rubbing his face. “I swear, if he shows up backstage, he’s gonna regret it.”
I laughed too, the tension easing just a little. “I’m pretty sure he will.”
“Why didn’t you just take the passes back?”
“I’d already refused the guitar. I’m terrible at being nasty to people.”
He softened then, bumping his knee lightly against mine. “I know. That’s one of the things I love about you. Just..., ” he said, softening, “make a bloody effort next time.”
The doorbell rang, and I turned toward it like it had just saved my life. Perfect timing. I grabbed the moment and ran with it.
“So,” I said brightly, “who’s Jordan’s new conquest?”
Rob didn’t even try to hide his grin. “You’re not gonna believe it,” he said, already standing. “I told you - wait till you see her.”
I got up too, narrowing my eyes. “It’s not Taylor Swift, is it?” I asked. “He was joking. Please tell me he was joking.”
Rob turned around, smiling like an idiot.
“Oh, shut up,” I muttered, just as he opened the door.
Jordan walked in first, smug as ever, followed by Taylor. Of course. I stared for half a second longer than necessary before my brain caught up.
Jordan asked if we were ready to go.
I leaned in and gave Taylor a quick hug. “You look stunning,” I said, meaning it. The red dress was doing things that should probably be illegal.
“Thank you,” she said.
“So,” I asked, “where are we going?”
“The Shangri-La,” she replied.
Of course we were. Five-star luxury. “Right, give me two minutes,” I said. “I should probably change.”
A few minutes later, the four of us headed out. As I locked the door, I leaned toward Jordan and whispered, “You’ve been sitting on this one for a while, haven’t you?”
He flashed me a guilty grin and hurried ahead, slipping an arm around Taylor’s waist like he’d been doing it forever. Rob and I exchanged a look that said of course he did.
Jordan drove the band SUV to the Shangri-La, where Taylor was staying and hosting a private gathering in the bar. Casual.
When we arrived, things were still pretty calm. A few girls were hanging around with drinks, chatting comfortably, like the night was just warming up. Rob and I escaped to the restaurant for food, because experience had taught us that partying on an empty stomach was a terrible idea.
When we came back, the room had filled up. I didn’t recognize most of the faces, but that wasn’t unusual. Seeing Alana Haim and Ed Sheeran, though, made it feel familiar right away. Ed was in great form, as always, and we were laughing within minutes.
Taylor’s friends, her girl squad, I suppose, were fun, loud, and clearly ready to party. Drinks kept appearing in my hand, conversations blended together, and before I knew it, Rob and I were right in the middle of it all.
It felt like one of those nights that starts easy and quietly promises to get out of hand later.
And oh boy, did it. By the time the party got going, there were way too many drunk girls in the room and not nearly enough guys. Shoes went missing, drinks seemed to refill themselves magically, and autographs on bare skin, mostly bottoms and boobs, had somehow become a legitimate sport.
Rob and I had seen this all before, but I couldn’t stop shaking my head and grinning. Clearly, the girls were eating up every moment of us making out - and honestly, I couldn’t blame them.
When we left the hotel, Jordan stayed behind with Taylor. At the valet, it hit me, we could have just booked a room instead of me driving across London for half an hour with a few too many drinks in me. Not that I felt unsteady, but still… it seemed like a smarter option.
I nudged Rob. “We stay in hotels often enough. I just wanna go home. But if you don’t feel like driving, we could stay here. I’m not exactly in ‘sober driver’ mode either.”
“No, forget it. I’m fine,” I said, as Rob leaned heavily against me. His chest pressed into my back and I stumbled a little.
“Unlike you!” I teased, steadying myself.
He laughed. “I’m okay. Just had way too many shots with those girls. Man… can they drink!”
“Amateur,” I said, smirking. “How many of them did you kiss anyway?”
“Oh! Not as many as you have!” he exclaimed, wrapping his arms around my stomach like he was marking his territory. I just smiled, he was right.
“I don’t care,” he added with a mischievous grin. “A mouth’s a mouth. I’ll forget it all tomorrow.”
Then he leaned closer, eyes glinting. “And what about that hot blonde who… slipped her hand down your pants? You gonna tell me about that?”
I just laughed, shaking my head. He didn’t really expect an answer and I didn’t give him one.
“We should really try having a threesome with a girl. That’d be fun,” I said, smirking as I pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.
Rob shot me a look. “Maybe for you! How is that fun for me?” he teased. “It’d just end up being a twosome – with me reading a book or watching gay porn in the corner.”
I burst out laughing at the mental image. Oh god, he really would.
“Think about it,” I said, mostly because I had a bet going with Jordan and needed to keep him invested.
Rob leaned into me, voice dead serious. “Babe, I don’t give a flying fuck where Jordan sticks his dick, alright? I’m not putting mine in a vagina.”
“Jesus, it won’t kill you,” I countered. “I just wanna see if he’d actually go through with it.”
“Don’t you two have anything better to do than bet on this?” he asked, incredulous.
“Not really, no,” I admitted, shrugging.
“You know what? You go fuck a girl. I don’t care.”
“I would!” I said, grinning.
“I know,” he said, shaking his head.
“But he wants you to do it!” I teased.
“No way. No fuckin’ way,” he laughed.
“Hey, at least I tried,” I shot back, already imagining the headline: Mark fails spectacularly at making Rob straight for five minutes. Not going to happen. Jordan wouldn’t be fucking a guy anytime soon either.
“Well, I’ve kissed a bunch of girls tonight,” Rob said, a mischievous glint in his eye. “You can totally try to make him kiss a guy next time.”
“Oh yeah, I’m so using that!” I said, snapping my fingers like I’d just hatched a master plan.
The parking attendant returned with our car, and we darted inside to escape the icy London air. I slid into the driver’s seat, and we spent the next fifteen minutes laughing and talking about the party, trading anecdotes about Jordan and all the gorgeous girls there.
"I cannot believe Jord's gonna have sex with Taylor Swift tonight, I mean, come on!" I exclaimed, quite impressed.
"Oh, I can believe it. He's scrubbing up quite well lately, he's hot," Rob told me as he sank into the passenger's seat a little and closed his eyes.
“Yeah, but Taylor!” I exclaimed. “He’s been chasing her for over a year, and now he finally got her. He’ll never cease to amaze me.”
Rob yawned lazily. “Well, he knows what he wants and goes for it. You’ve got to give him that.”
“Sounds like Damien,” I said, blurting out the first thought in my head.
“Hey, don’t talk about him,” Rob said suddenly, sitting up a little. “I’m drunk. Might say something nasty.”
“Yeah… what am I doing?”
"I dunno," he said before letting out a small chuckle, "Yeah, you've kissed an awful lot of people today. Haven't you noticed none of them looked like me."
I laughed and stated proudly, “Hey, what can I say? I’m popular today!”
He nodded with a smile,
"It's about time you notice that," then he leaned closer to me, placed his hand on my thigh and murmured, "you know, Jord might get to screw Taylor Swift tonight, but you get to fuck Robbie Myers, that's pretty hot too."
I raised my eyebrows at him and smiled,
"How about he fucks me for a change?"
He immediately whined and I just laughed,
"Oh, you're so damn gay!"
"Yeah, I'm gay as fuck!" he confirmed with a small chuckle.
He reached over more and bit my ear, as his hand slid to my thigh,
"I like it that way," he whispered sexily, he moved his hand to my cock, which was already expanding. "I love to feel this deep inside me. You fuck me so good."
He started rubbing me and I felt my erection press uncomfortably in my jeans.
"Rob, we're almost there," I said, placing my hand over his. He continued rubbing and I had to lift myself off the seat in an attempt to find a more comfortable position for my cock. Sensing my predicament, he unbuttoned my jeans, reaching in to grasp my cock through my underwear. I didn't know how far this was going to go, but I knew that I didn't want it to end in the emergency room.
"Rob, come on stop, you're wasted. Just wait a few more minutes," I said.
"I don't think I can wait," he smiled, continuing to rub me.
We sat there, shoulder to shoulder, nudging each other, laughing, and trading playful jabs. The tension between us was electric, fun, teasing, and somehow far more satisfying than anything that had happened at the party.
Focusing on a mental image of my grandmother, I was able to make it back to our place without crashing the car and we made it home in one piece, still buzzing from the night.
As soon as the garage door closed behind us, he pulled my boxer-briefs down and lowered his face to my crotch. I pressed myself back into the seat as I felt my cock slide into his warm wet mouth. He seemed very hungry as he started to slide his mouth up and down on my dick, tonguing the area just under the head.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned, already feeling like I could cum.
I ran my fingers through his soft hair, not applying any pressure, wanting to let him do whatever it was he wanted to do. He had tucked my underwear beneath my balls, and used his hand to play with and pull at them.
He was now kneeling on the passenger seat, fumbling with his own jeans while continuing to suck me. His cock appeared, and he started to stroke it. The sight of Rob touching himself was always such a turn on to me that I thrust my hips forward, causing him to gag slightly.
Before I could even apologize, he pulled my cock from his mouth and I seized this opportunity to recline his seat all the way back. I pushed him down into the seat and swung myself on top of him. It never would have worked if we hadn't been driving the large SUV.
He started to undress me and unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my chest and raising himself up to attack my nipples with his lips. His hand cupped my firm ass, and started to push my jeans off. I stopped for a moment, sat up on my knees, and pushed his jeans and underwear down to his knees, then did the same with my own. When I sat back down I could feel my ass against his cock, and thought to myself that this was a pretty wild thing to do. Sure, we were in a closed garage with no chance of being caught, but it still felt pretty naughty.
I gave him my ‘I'm adorable’ smile and started to kiss him. His hands slid up from my ass to my back under my shirt, at which point I realized I wanted to feel his chest too. I frantically started to remove what he was wearing and he helped me, pulling his clothes off of him and tossing them onto the driver's seat. His smooth chest made his muscles look pronounced and I ran my fingers all over them, soon replacing them with my lips. He felt so good. I kissed his smooth nipples and bit them softly, listening to him squeal with delight. I was slowly grinding my ass against his cock, quickening my pace as his cock brushed against my hole.
"I'm not kidding about you fucking me tonight. Please tell me you have lube with you, cause I don't." I said, a bit worried that he might say no. I knew he kept a few packets with him so that we were prepared for wherever the day took us, but he still reached for his jacket on the driver seat nervously, not sure if he had any.
"Ahah," he said, pulling a small packet out of his wallet.
I grabbed and opened it, pouring the lube into my hands before reaching behind me to stroke his pole with the liquid. He moaned in reaction to my tight grip, and once I was satisfied that he was well lubricated, I raised myself up, positioned his cock, and started to lower myself onto it.
"Ooohhhh," I moaned, closing my eyes as I took him down to the base.
I paused for a moment and then opened my eyes, leaning over to kiss him as I started to ride him. One of his hands roamed all over my body while the other one wrapped around my cock, incredibly taut against my stomach, the head weeping with precum. I watched him marvel at my tight body as I bounced up and down on him, making both of us groan with pleasure.
"Yeah," I moaned, feeling so full, as if he was not only fucking my ass, but my whole body.
I really needed to have this more often, but I thought that the fact that he didn't fuck me as often anymore made it even better when he did,
"Oh fuck me! Yeah, fuck me," I encouraged him.
He was doing his best but it was really up to me to do the work. My hands moved to his shoulders and I decided that changing position would be a good idea. I reached for the door handle, and pushed it open as I raised myself off his cock.
"Come on, fuck me from behind," I said as I got out of the car.
He followed me but before he started fucking me again, he dropped to his knees and I felt him caress and kiss my ass cheeks as his hand slowly made its way toward my center. As he began to press his thumb inside me, I moaned and panted above him.
"Fuck," I moaned, feelings his lips on my ass and his thumb sliding in and out.
One of his hands grabbed my cock and pulled on it hard.
"Babe," I panted "fuck me again,"
He nodded his head affirmatively, he was too excited to even talk. Rob guided his throbbing cock to my hole and pushed his way in again. We both groaned as his cock slid across my insides. He sighed and pulled his cock almost completely out of me before thrusting its full length back into me, making me squeal with delight. I was ready for more. The feeling was so intense that I wondered how long I would be able to last.
I stretched my arms out in front of me, resting my hands on the car as he began to fuck me harder. I started rocking my ass back against him, encouraging him to go harder.
Holding my hips tight, he fucked me hard.
I thought to myself that this could be the definition of ‘make up sex’. Despite the fact that nothing had really happened with Damien; I knew we both needed to feel like we belonged to each other. He hadn't fucked me in a while, and despite the feelings we had to each other, our physical attraction to each other was undeniable and feverish.
He picked up the pace, listening to me make all sorts of different moans and groans. I raised myself up a little, his chest against my back and he stroked my shaft, while fucking my ass. We were both grunting and moaning, encouraging each other to do whatever we wanted, but I was much louder than he was.
He pressed his lips against my neck,
"Oh yeah," he groaned, "moan for me, so good, you make me so hard, I fucking love it!"
Then, he brought one hand to my ass and spread my ass cheeks, bu not too much. I bent over a little again, he pulled back and reentered only a few inches of his cock into my hole. He gave me quick thrusts with the top, speeding up his pace, making me moan loudly and wildly,
"Oh my God, yes, fuck me, ohhh"
He moved his hand from my ass to my mouth and placed his fingers on my lips, probably as an attempt to shut me up because I was turning him on too much and I opened my mouth and hungrily sucked on them, in between gritting my teeth in delight at the sensations coming from my hole. He wrapped his other hand around my cock and gave it a squeeze before stroking it in perfect rhythm with his thrusts in my ass and of course, his hand on me elicited soft cries of pleasure out of me.
"Ohh god, you're too much, you're gonna make me cum," he moaned, thrusting harder into me.
He let go of my cock and sped up his pace. He held my chest and kept up a fast, steady rhythm, "I'm gonna fill you up," he said sensually.
My hands were still on the car and he held them with his own.
"Oh God," I wailed as he fucked me harder and harder, "Yeah, give it to me!"
He jabbed at my prostate and I begged him to jerk me off again,
"I have to cum," I groaned.
But he didn't, continuing to pump into me, not letting my hands free.
"Please, Rob,", I begged again, "Oh God, oh God!" I looked down at my cock, leaking like crazy.
"Come on, do it!" he moaned, nearing his own climax.
"Rob, I don't think, I'm not, umm, ohhhhh, ohhhhh!" he started to drive his cock into me like a jackhammer.
I concentrated on the feeling and relaxed, letting out a high-pitched cry every few seconds.
"Oh fuuuck," I finally shouted as I started to cum hard, a thick rope of white fluid shooting out of my cock and landing on the car.
He finally took one of his hands and squeezed my cock, as I felt the remaining jets of cum blast out of me, enjoying one of the fullest orgasms I had ever had. From the sounds he was making, I knew he had cum inside me, but I was too wrapped up in my own orgasm to really notice it. By the end, I begged him to release my cock, it had become so sensitive I couldn't bare to have it touched. He pulled out of me and I could feel his jizz leaking out of my asshole.
I turned around, kissing him hard and passionately, telling him how much I loved him.
"Oh man!" I said, rolling my eyes and wiping my wet eyes with my hand. "You can do things to me with that thing, I swear, you have to fuck me like that more often!"
"Wouldn't be as good if I did," he joked, "come on, you came hands free."
"You're a fucking tease," I laughed.
We eventually pulled ourselves together.
"Oh man, I made a mess," I said, noticing the cum on the car and the floor.
"I knew we weren't going to make it inside," he sighed.
"Oh we can make it inside," I winked, "you'll just have to give me a few minutes. I suppose you don't mind getting fucked now?"
He smiled at me, crushing his lips against mine,
"You know me so well," he said with a laugh.
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