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    Chapter 29

    "Holy hell, what a view!" Rob exclaimed as we looked out of the floor-to-ceiling windows of our hotel suite – he took the words right out of my mouth! We were in Italy, the European leg of the tour had begun with two nights in Barcelona from where we'd gone to Nimes in the south of France to play in the Roman amphitheatre where I'd always wanted us to perform since I'd seen a concert there when I was about fifteen with my family. The building could hold twenty-four thousand people, which was a lot smaller compared to the arenas we played in on this tour and we had really enjoyed performing in such a gorgeous venue. The other reason for going there was that I had made a promise to my French family that we'd come and play a gig in the South of France. Although Nimes was five hundred miles away, they'd arranged to go on holiday in the area. They had absolutely loved the gig and it'd been great getting the opportunity to see them again in France. Next, we'd performed in Nice before heading down to Italy for two gigs in Rome and then Verona instead of Milan to play in another gorgeous Roman amphitheatre. After the Verona gig we'd spent a night there in the fabulous Hotel Colomba d'Ora which was a mix of old-world artistry and modern Italian styling but this, this was something else. Tom had come across the Alpin Panorama Hubertus Hotel after I'd told him about one of the birthday gifts I wanted to give Rob at our joint thirtieth birthday party. After playing South America in April, we'd gone back home to London for almost a month to celebrate our birthdays with our friends. Rob had, mostly, planned the party; he'd decided that seeing as I'd pulled such a giant surprise on him for our wedding it was only fair that I allow him to organise it – although he had allowed me to put people on the guest list! We'd got each other several presents, and one of mine was a bunch of extreme sports and thrilling activities, one of which being a paragliding flight. We'd done it once all together in South Africa and since then, Rob'd kept telling me that he wanted to do it again so I asked Tom to find the best place for him to enjoy his present while on tour. Tom surprised us with almost a week off between our gig in Verona and the first of our dates in Germany and told me that the Dolomites looked to be the perfect place for Rob to go paragliding. So here we were, in the Alpin Panorama Hubertus Hotel, surrounded, inside and out, with ultra-modern styling of the highest order, but it wasn't that which had almost taken my breath away. We'd booked exclusive use of an entire floor of the hotel along with something called the Sky Pool - it was this that Rob and I were now looking out over. To say that it was spectacular would be an understatement! It was without a doubt simply incredible, yes we'd read the stats, twenty-five metres long, five metres wide and twenty metres high where it cantilevered out from the sun-terrace, it had a glass front which faced the valley between the Dolomite mountains - there was even a large area of glass floor to show the ground so far below, not something for anyone with vertigo! One more hotel infinity pool it may be – utterly unique it most certainly was. Despite the number of gigs we'd played and the miles we'd travelled, we'd been writing songs and now we had a few days off at the hotel, we were going to seize the opportunity to work on the music we'd been writing. We had to weed out the weak ideas and strengthen the really good ones. What our friends weren't aware of was that after they'd made their scheduled departure on Thursday to spend a little private time as couples in various other places – Jordan and Grainne to Venice, a place they hadn't been to the last time they were in Italy, the others to Milan, with an artist and model in the party how could they not want to visit such a hub of fashion and design – Rob and I were going nowhere. Instead we would be joined by our favourite chauffeur and my favourite guitar-tech. There was an entirely professional reason for Nick coming to the hotel, we'd recently decided to make changes to the set-list which had tuning and guitar-change consequences for both Rob and I so we would be working on those with Nick; on a personal level, Rob and I had finally got around to contemplating having fun with him again over two months after the one short but satisfying session we'd enjoyed. We had actually tried arranging another get-together a few times since then but something or someone always conspired to interrupt our plans. As had happened before, Nick hadn't been entirely absent from our sex life - he just hadn't been there in person! Thanks to a brief but telling conversation I'd had with Nick, Rob was still blissfully ignorant of what I knew about him. I had no idea how I'd manage to not tell Rob but I couldn't wait to see his reaction when he found out that Nick was built like a horse; I was no carpenter but if I had to guess from what I remembered, I would say that his dick had to be at least nine inches, with a slight curve upward and to the left. Some of Rob's favourite porn involved guys of similar build to Nick but as far as I knew he'd never encountered somebody built that way in reality. For Rob and I this would be our very private birthday and early first anniversary party – we'd both agreed that having a three-some too close to the July date would have been too weird – and we'd been looking forward to it ever since we knew Tom had booked the hotel! ------------ "I found a restaurant with excellent reviews, and it's within reasonable driving distance from here." Damon announced a couple of hours after we'd arrived, we were relaxing all on the sun-terrace outside our hotel floor. "We could go tomorrow night," he said and looked straight at me, "unless we're too wrapped up in working on our new material – which will probably happen." I raised my brows, "Have I ever said no to dinner in an excellent restaurant? Especially in Italy?" He smiled, "I guess you haven't!" "You are not going anywhere tomorrow night," Rachel said in her I-know-best voice taking in all of us with a sweeping look. "Oh, yeah, says who?" Damon asked. "Me." "And me," Grainne added. "Well that's those two banjaxed, you still in?" Rob laughed, looking at Dylan. "Nope," Alicia put in before he could reply. "What's going on Rach?" I asked her. "Yeah, why can't we go to dinner tomorrow?" Damon put in. "Well you can I suppose," Rachel smirked, sounding smug, "but I for one will be stopping here for the party." "Party? What party?" Damon exclaimed. "Rob and Mark's birthday party!" she said. I frowned at her. "Rach, sweetie, I'm pretty sure we've had that party already!" I said jokingly. "Not with the whole crew, you haven't!" "We're having a birthday party here tomorrow night?" Rob asked in surprise. She grinned at him. "Yes, it'll be a sort of a thank you party for the team as well!" "Whose idea was that?" "Tom's," she said, "mine too, and Alicia's and Grainne's," she said looking over at them. I realised that none of us had really picked up on the fact that we'd seen no other guests but then the complex was vast and as our reservation meant that no-one else could use the Sky Pool or the terrace it was on for the duration of our stay we weren't totally surprised. Plus we'd arrived by helicopter, the landing pad was sited just below the hotel and from there, we'd been transferred by car and shown straight to the floor that was ours exclusively for the week – well we'd thought it was just the one floor turns out the entire hotel was ours until the following Friday! We didn't go anywhere for dinner. Although Saturday's shindig hadn't been anywhere near as 'huge' as our thirtieth birthday party, it had still been great to spend time with our team in a more relaxed atmosphere. We had opened a few more presents, and even though we were still waiting to see if we'd get a final one from Nick, I could now say that my favourite gift had been one that Rob had got me, together with Jordan. It'd happened right after we'd finished unwrapping our gifts at the London party, which had taken ages. Rob had covered my eyes, just like he'd done when he'd surprised me with our island home, and then led me outside, making me walk for longer than I'd expected. After removing the blindfold, he had wrapped his right arm around my chest and covered my eyes with his left hand. "Happy birthday baby!" he'd whispered in my ear, hugging me tightly and slowly moving his hand down to reveal a yellow supercar, a MacLaren 720S this time. I remember being speechless for a few seconds, unable to stop staring at the gorgeous car in front of me. "Fucking hell, are you guys serious?" I'd yelled, stunned and beaming with joy. "We've decided you should get a car for each colour of the rainbow!" Jordan had said to me with a laugh. "Four more to go!" Rob had exclaimed before I gave both of them a warm cheerful hug. "Oh my god, I love it!" "Wanna take it for a spin?" Rob had asked. "Hell yeah!" It was after coming back from driving the car around the city that another memorable moment from that party had happened. Sam Smith had turned up with a gift – well he'd needed help lugging it into the venue due to its size and weight. Since I'd made comments about him in the media, he'd made a very genuine, very private apology to me for the way he'd behaved in that L.A club, so private Rob didn't even know about it at the time. If I could forgive Rob for what had happened, it would've been churlish of me to not do the same for Sam. His present had been an enormous, framed, film-poster sized photo of Rob from when he'd recorded 'Magic'; Sam had sent me the video of that moment as soon as he knew Rob and I had got back together but the poster was awesome and now hung above our bed. I often thought about the day Rob came home after I'd had the poster hung in our bedroom. I'd told him I had a surprise for him and taken his hand to lead him upstairs. When we got to our bedroom door - which I'd left slightly ajar - I'd put my hands over his eyes then guided him to stand at the foot of our bed. He'd looked at me with an expression of surprise written all over his face, "Really? That's where you want to put it? I dunno," he said. "I mean, well –, maybe hanging it in the music room would be better, I mean, here -," he stopped not sure how to express what he meant. I knew what he'd been thinking - that it would be a constant reminder of what had happened, both before he'd gone to L.A. and while he'd been there, but for me it was significant for a whole bunch of other reasons. "I don't think of it the way you're thinking. I see it as a beautiful photo of my beautiful husband making beautiful music and more importantly as a reminder of how strong we are together, strong enough to stay together. For me it's a symbol of all the obstacles we've overcome." I embraced him, looking deep into his gorgeous green eyes, "Besides, why wouldn't I want to be able to look at such a handsome guy while we're making love?" I smirked. He looked at the poster above the bed for a short moment, taking in my argument. "Alright then, I guess you win!" ---------- Our second birthday-come thank-you party guests had all left on Monday and now here we were two highly productive days later due to having no distractions, well Rob and I had one because although everyone else had left Nick hadn't. No-one had found it strange that he was sticking around because before we'd known about the party, I'd already said that I'd be bringing him in when the others left to work with Rob and I on the set-list changes we wanted to make. He'd offered to act as driver for Rach, Grainne and Alicia while we actually got on with doing our band thing, the music we'd been writing had us all excited and we wanted to perfect it, well craft it, ready for when we'd finished touring. We were already talking about laying it down in our own, now much improved, studio at home, no outsiders, going back to basics with it. "Nick, didn't I hear that you do studio work as well as live?" Dylan asked him as we ate an early dinner on Wednesday evening. Rachel, Grainne and Alicia had been telling us about the paragliders they'd been watching when they'd stopped for lunch with Nick on their way back to the hotel. Rob looked at me and grinned, he'd worked out that part of his birthday gift from me had been intended for when we were here in the mountains. "When?" he asked. "Tomorrow, weather permitting," I told him with a grin. "Yes!" he exclaimed, reaching to pull me in for a kiss, "Thanks babe, I've been wanting to try it again for ages." We all spent some time talking about our one-time paragliding experience together and Rob soon had us laughing uproariously as he told us about how he remembered it, with his self-deprecating sense of humour. "Promise me you're gonna film the take-off," Jordan laughed. "Every nervous second," I chuckled, "and then I'll post it on Instagram!" "I hope you've asked Tom to check that my insurance was up to date!" Rob said jokingly and I just stared at him. "Dont't say that!" I exclaimed apprehensively. "I'm surprised I'm even allowed to do it!" he said. "You almost weren't!" Indeed, Tom had gone barmy when I'd told him about all the variety of adrenaline-junkie type activities I wanted to arrange for Rob's birthday gifts. "Don't forget to pack his pockets with sick-bags," Damon said. "Hey, dude, I might have felt like throwing up," Rob put in with mock hurt, "I didn't actually do it." "Yeah but bro'," Jordan shot back, "that was jumping from beginner heights, these mountains are seriously high." For a moment Rob's face showed his nervousness at that reality but he quickly regained his confidence, "Not a problem for we experienced flyers," he retorted. "Next on my list, a parachute jump, who's with me?" Jordan raised his hand and they high-fived. "That's exactly what you weren't allowed to do!" I said to Rob who rolled his eyes. "That's fine, once this tour is over, I can do whatever the fuck I want!" Then Jordan looked at me with raised eyebrows, "Don't forget you're bungee jumping with us from the Macau Tower next time we're there!" I laughed and rubbed my neck, "Yeah, yeah, I'm gonna have to make sure we never have to go back to Macau – like ever. What time are you guys leaving?" I asked quietly. "Tom's arranged for the chopper to be here for us about ten-thirty," Dylan answered. "Our hire car's already here," Grainne said, "so we'll be going about the same time." "So have you, done studio work I mean?" Dylan persisted. "Yeah, mostly doing what I do for Mark and Rob," Nick replied. "I doubt it," Rob whispered in my ear, making me laugh and pretend we were still talking about his gift. "But have you ever worked as tape-op?" Dylan pressed on with Nick. "Oh yeah, with actual tape as well as digital." "What're you getting at?" Jordan asked Dylan. "Well if we're serious about laying down the material without hiring a studio and bringing in a producer we'll need somebody in the recording booth. I mean Mark's going to be on overall production but we can't play and run the desk at the same time," Dylan pointed out. "Hadn't thought of that," Damon mused. "Makes sense," Jord added, "Nick knows how Mark and Rob work, he's already heard some of the new stuff so I'm sure he's already getting his head round what'll be needed to play it live for tunings and such. It could work." "Would you be up for it?" Dylan asked Nick outright. Nick looked shocked to the core at the idea, "Well yeah," he replied quietly, "but I'd put a proviso on it." "Go on," Rob encouraged him. "I'd suggest you give me a day to acclimatise to your studio set-up as I've never seen it and at least a day preferably two to work with you in it; I don't mean with what you've been putting together here, I mean some of your really early songs, ones you haven't played for a long time but without rehearsing them first so it's almost as if you are playing new compositions." "Why?" Damon queried. "Because you need to know I'm capable of picking up on what you want when you want it." "Know that already," Rob hissed, I had to clamp my jaws together to stop myself laughing out loud. "Stop it," I whispered to him. "Like you said, you want Mark on the final production but studio and stage work are very different beasts and I've got to learn how you operate when you're recording; I mean, do you lay down everything individually? Do you put keys and lead or bass lines down together, do you ever put tracks down in their entirety with Rob putting vocals in at the same time or does he always do it after?" "Whoah slow down dude, we get it!" Jordan laughed. Dylan, probably the most level-headed of us smiled knowingly, "Nick, the fact that you've just said what you've said tells me that you're probably the best man for the job. You're already working out what we all need to be happy with for you to do it. So are you in?" "Too right I am," Nick grinned, "who on earth wouldn't jump at the chance?" I looked at Rob and I just knew he was about to make another comment. He grinned at me and barely breathed in my ear as the other guys high-fived at Nick's acceptance of the challenge, "I can think of other kinds of jumping I'd like to do." "Okay," Nick said, "so when you're all finished with working on the new stuff can I set up as if you're on stage so we can make a start on getting things sorted?" "Absolutely, I'll give you a shout when we're done," I replied. "Cheers, well if you'll excuse me, I think I need to call home and tell the wife about this," he said cheerfully, "and if I've time before my personal slave-driver calls me back, I want to get a few lengths of that unbelievable pool," he told us. Once Nick was far enough away, Rob leaned closer to me. "And I know the kind of length I want to see him get," he sniggered too quietly for anyone else but me to hear. "Shut the fuck up," I mouthed at him as the others also got ready to leave the table, beneath the cover of the tablecloth he pressed my right hand to the bulge already forming in his shorts. "Quickie?" I mimed, raising an eyebrow. He nodded once and stood to go, I followed. "Meet up in thirty minutes?" Dylan asked of us. "Good for me," Jordan replied, the rest of us just nodded. --------- By the time we got back to our suite, things were getting pretty hot and heavy. We knew we didn't have much time and we both wanted each other badly. Rob dropped the card key a couple times trying to unlock the door while I nipped at his neck and throat with my mouth. I was also mauling his ass with one hand and squeezing his cock with the other. "If you don't stop distracting me, I'll do you right here and now," Rob said. "I dare you!" I shot back as he opened the door. Once inside, I quickly closed the door behind us. Then I placed my hand on the nape of his neck and brought his lips to mine. He kissed me back lustfully and I peeled his shirt off. We didn't know whether to keep kissing or start undressing so we just continued making out. In-between kissing me, Rob started to talk. "Can you believe it?" he asked, biting at my lower lip. "Believe what?" I quickly said and kissed him again. He placed his hand on my throat and pulled me off his mouth. He just looked at me with a grin. "All that planning, the dodging and weaving, trying to get together with Nick and Tom ends up throwing it in our lap," he laughed. I smiled, "So that's it? D'you think we're finally gonna have sex with him again while we're here!" "If we don't, I give up!" he laughed, "One thing's sure, the guy knows how to play hard to get!" Rob slipped his hands beneath my tee to stroke my chest and I slid his shorts over his hips and down below his ass, freeing his throbbing erection. "He must love playing edging games," I said. "Oh yeah, I hope he does cause we should have plenty of time to do some edging here!" he said as he started imagining what we could be doing to and with him. I smiled and immediately dropped to my knees. "No time for that right now though," I said and took his cock into my mouth, pulling his foreskin back with my lips. It caught him off guard and he found himself just responding to the sensation. I bobbed up and down his long shaft for a short moment and then I grabbed his cock and wiped my tongue roughly over its head. "Oh yeah," he groaned as I began running my tongue up and down his shaft. "Babe, if you can let go long enough for us to get on that couch, I could suck you off too." I looked up at him and stood up. Seconds later, we were both fully naked and positioned in a sixty-nine position on the large couch. My own crotch loomed about Rob's head and my balls fell into his mouth as I resumed sucking his cock-head. "Oh yeah babe, tongue it," he told me. His hips bucked as I did just that, worming the tip of my tongue inside his foreskin to flick it over the head of his dick; his tongue did pretty much the same when he used his thumb and forefinger to roll my cover back and forth over the tip of my cock. "What d'you wanna do?" he asked after a couple minutes of blowing each other. I raised myself up on the large sofa, almost sitting on his face and he spread my cheeks apart. His lips massaged my skin and I sighed, eager to feel his tongue probing me. I didn't have to wait much. A few kisses later, he was forcing his way inside me with his expert tongue and licking all around my pucker. "Umm, I love your tight little hole," he sighed and rubbed a finger against it. I gasped as I felt his finger enter my ass and immediately knew what I wanted to do. "You want to fuck me?" I asked. He kissed my butt cheeks again and then raised himself up, taking me with him so that I was facing the back of the couch. "Stay right there," he growled, already heading at speed for our bedroom. He was spreading lube on his hardness with his right hand when he returned and holding the bottle of lube in his left. "C'mon, show me that perfect hole again." I did as he wanted and spread my cheeks for him. "Fucking hell, I'll never get enough of doing this with you," he said as he dripped lube onto my puckered ring. "Same here," I looked over my shoulder to smile at him and he teased my hole with his cock-head. Then he pushed his chest against my back and continued rubbing his dick against my skin. "You want that cock?" he asked lustfully. "Oh, yeah, give it to me," I moaned. "Fuck me like you'd fuck him," I said desperately, once again letting Nick in our sex life. "Fuck you like I'd fuck him?" he repeated sensually in my ear. "Yes, fuck me as if you'd never fucked me before! As if you don't love me!" He placed his hand on my Adam apple and kissed my neck, "Does that mean you think I'm too gentle with you?" he said and flicked his tongue against my ear. "No, I like gentle, but right now, that's not what I want. Please just fuck me like you'd fuck him," I begged. He didn't need more encouragement. He pushed himself past my sphincter and I immediately reached back and forced him inside me. He buried himself balls deep and I could feel them against mine. A second later he was withdrawing completely and pushing back in, thrusting deeper and deeper. "Ohhh, god!" I groaned. It felt so good to be penetrated like that and to feel him deep inside me. My breathing instantly became heavier as he fucked me harder, gripping my waist and giving me a couple of strong deep thrusts. "Is that what you want me to do to him?" "Yeah, I want you to fill him with your dick and screw him 'til he's begging you to let him cum." "Oh yeah, and I'd want him on all fours so you can lay under him and watch while you suck him – and he can go down on you at the same time." "Oh, come on, give it to me!" I groaned as I imagine just doing that, with Nick's huge member against my tongue again. I tightened and loosened my sphincter to give him and myself more pleasure. "Ohh, yeah, you feel so fucking good!" Rob growled and sped up his thrusts. My dick was smearing precum and I reached for it and jerked myself just as Rob began ramming into me more violently, more forcefully. "Turn over, ride me," he suddenly said. Before I knew it, I was bouncing up and down on his hard thick shaft, my back to him, his hands beneath my thighs, guiding me up and down his dick. I kept tightening and relaxing my ass and Rob was clearly trying to find the best angle for his cock to hit my prostate – and he did, over and over again. "Ohh, fuck," I yelled as I felt myself getting closer to my orgasm, the pleasure welling up in my body. I grasped my cock and jerked it hard but before I could reach the point of no return, I felt Rob's hands roaming up and down my back and then he wrapped them around my stomach. "Oh fuck, get on the floor," he said helplessly. Next thing I knew, I was on all fours on the floor with my ass up and Rob thrusting into me, fucking me senseless. "Fucking hell," I groaned as I jacked myself again, my balls were ready to explode and when he hit my prostate, I sprayed the floor with my jizz, my whole body shuddering as the after-shocks of my orgasm came and went. Rob thrust hard beyond my hole and his breathing got really deep. He roared and I could feel his dick shuddering inside me as it exploded and filled me with his load. "Oh yes," I sighed as I began to raise myself up. He put his hand on my throat and pulled me up so that my back pressed against his chest, his cock still buried inside me. "So, was that how you'd like me to fuck him?" he asked, still breathing hard. "That was fucking awesome!" I panted. He let out a chuckle. "Am I allowed to say 'I love you' now," he asked, stroking my toned chest, and I could tell, rubbing my 'together thru life' tattoo on my hip with his thumb. "I love you too," I said. I turned to kiss him and caught sight of the clock on the drinks cabinet behind him, "Shit! Look at the frigging time, we've got five minutes to get back to the guys," I laughed. We weren't the last to get to our rehearsal, Jordan joined us, looking flushed, a minute or two after Rob and I got there. ------------- We called a halt to our music-making at around ten o'clock, the girls had arranged for a buffet-style dinner to be served on the sun-terrace that the Sky Pool projected out from, at night it was lit by small inset lights and looked incredibly tempting. "Wouldn't you like to go skinning dipping in that pool later?" I whispered to Rob as we helped ourselves to some food. "I would. Tomorrow when it's just you and me?" he whispered back and paused, "and Nick," he giggled and I smiled at the thought. We ate, drank – but not too much – and laughed to past midnight, these were the times we felt as we always had about being in a band, a band of friends who'd been incredibly lucky. We'd spent literally half our lives working together to fulfil our dreams, some marriages didn't last that long, doing the thing we loved most – making music we loved to entertain people who loved it as much as we did; we'd seen things, done things, we could never have imagined back in Rathmines, met our heroes and become heroes to some but most of all we were as close now as we'd ever been, probably even closer. That our band-mates had found partners who could not only tolerate our crazy lifestyle but fitted right into it had been a bonus none of us could have foreseen. Ours really had been the "Adventure of a Lifetime" and the best part was that it was nowhere near over. Grainne had succumbed to the temptation of the pool and I couldn't help but notice how Jordan was looking at her as she slowly swam to the far end of it - I knew it was how Rob and I often looked at each other - the other two couples of our little gang of friends had already gone to bed and I nudged Rob, who was laying on a steamer chair looking at the amazingly bright stars, to signal that we should leave. "See you in the morning," I said to Jordan as Rob stood up. "Yeah, see ya," he replied never taking his eyes from Grainne. "My poor heart," Rob sighed dramatically clasping his hands to his chest, "he doesn't love me anymore," he was watching Jord as I had been, "now I'm never gonna get the chance to fuck his pretty little ass." "'Course I still love you," Jordan smirked, "now fuck off the pair of you." "G'night sweetie, don't do anything I wouldn't do," Rob giggled before leaning down to kiss Jordan. "Oh for fuck's sake, get him out of here," Jordan laughed, "and by the way you'll notice there's just the two of us." "There's just the two of us, wanna double-date? Between us I'm sure we can take care of the pair of you," Rob sniggered. "Come on, leave him to his boring straight sex," I chuckled, taking hold of Rob's hand, "and you," I pointed at Jordan, "be good and if you can't be good, be careful." "And if you can't be careful, buy a pram," Rob laughed as we walked away. "Maybe we could watch them from our room," I whispered as we walked up the stairs to our bedroom. The suites of the floor we were on were very different to the norm as the lounge and private dining areas were below the bedroom and bathroom, almost like a maisonette, and opened onto the sun terrace. Rob was quietly singing our song "Amazing Day" - no doubt because of the star-gazing he'd just been doing. "We sat on a roof, Named every star and You showed me a place, Where you can be what you are..." Then he paused and chuckled, "You'd have to score Grainne's performance if we did 'cos I'm only qualified to score Jord's." He went on singing the song as we walked inside our bedroom, "And the view, The whole Milky Way, In your eyes, I drifted away," he stood behind me, wrapped his arm around my shoulder and we swayed together, just as we did when he sang these lyrics to me on the C-stage. "And in your arms, I just want to sway – Amazing day, Amazing day..." "Just love singing this song live," he said in a low voice. "I know," I smiled, "and I love hearing you sing it," I said, kissing him, "Seriously though, if Italy had those drive-through wedding places like Vegas, I reckon Jord and Grainne would be married before we even get to Germany." "You think?" "Without a doubt. Wouldn't be surprised if he was down on one knee out there already." I walked to the window and moved the drapes discreetly to see if I could catch a glimpse of them from our room. "Are you seriously gonna watch them? That's gross!" I laughed, "Well, he's not down on one knee yet," I said, noticing that Grainne was still swimming in the pool. "Wonder if you'd have said yes any sooner if I'd done that," he said. "Might have," I responded and went over to him, I gave him a kiss and then added, "doesn't mean we'd have married any sooner." All the time we'd been speaking, our voices were low, not much more than whispers, although there was no-one around to hear us or anyone close enough for us to disturb. That didn't change as we showered before going to bed. "Wanna watch a movie in bed?" I suggested, he agreed and we quickly found one that we both wanted to see. We lay close to each other, a few cushions behind our backs, completely naked under the bed sheets and barely said a word to each other as we watched, both captivated by the plot. By the time it was nearly over, Rob had snuggled up close to me and was caressing my skin, sometimes whispering comments about the movie and for some reason, I was reminded of how we used to be back at his old home even after Jane had sussed that we'd become lovers – when Rob would always whisper as we'd cuddle or make love, the feel of his body pressed so close to mine making me shiver with my desire for him. He knew that his hand running all over my skin would get my penis to stiffen so after a moment, he began rubbing it against my hardening dick. "How about if I stroke this for you?" he whispered lovingly. "Mmhmm," I nodded. "It's so nice to be like this with you," he breathed in my ear giving my hard-on a few gentle tugs and I felt the blood surging into my cock – even after all this time Rob whispering into my ear still got to me. We began making out a little and I reached for his own hard member. We played with each other's dick as we watched the end of the movie. Occasionally he would gently skim his thumb over the tip of my cock to spread the precum leaking from it, making the way he was moving my cover over the ridge feel so sensual it gave me goose pumps. I was soon whimpering under his touch. I did exactly the same to him, keeping him on the edge of release by moving my hand down to stroke his already tight balls for a while. By the time the movie ended, we were both ready to cum. Rob rolled on top of me as the closing credits began running and grasped both our dicks in his hand. "Cum with me, baby," he murmured as he nibbled my neck. "Omigod, yeah," I gasped, knowing that I was so close I could bust any second. Our love-making had been anything but energetic but I was panting as if I'd just run 5k – uphill! Rob kept a tight grip around both our cocks and jerked them hard and fast. I soon felt the first wave of my orgasm race along my hard pole and now I was covered in both our juices and I loved it, every drop told me of Rob's love for me and of my love for him, how well we knew what both our bodies and minds needed. He carried on whispering to me as we kissed and held each other, telling me how beautiful my body was, how perfect it felt to be like this with me and to have this time alone together between shows as I drifted off to sleep in his arms.
  2. unilive

    Chapter 28

    As Alicia had dreamt of, Dylan and she had gotten married on a beautiful Australian beach and so we weren't the only one using the break from touring to go on a honeymoon. They travelled around New Zealand for a month and when we eventually all got back home in London, we started rehearsing together again, even writing new material. Indeed, we had decided early on that we'd continue touring the world in 2020. The gigs were going so incredibly well that we really wanted to please our fans and play in as many cities and countries as possible so we kept adding more dates when it was possible, knowing that we'd take a very long break from it all afterwards. We'd been offered four more gigs in Japan in late March which we accepted before embarking on our planned tour schedule in South America in April. A few weeks before Jordan and I had been working out in the gym we'd had installed in the basement of the building we'd bought collectively all that time ago; the other three were in our studio working on a song we'd all been going through before lunch. Jordan had seemed distracted, distant, not quite like himself as we'd trained and although I knew I had to wait for him to express whatever was on his mind, his attitude had got me worried. I couldn't think of a reason why he'd be acting this way. There was a deeply thoughtful expression on his face that I couldn't read. I could only hope that it wasn't anything serious and that it didn't involve the tour. But what if it did? Did he not want to go back on the road? Had he had enough? – Maybe he was only tired. "You ok mate?" I asked. "Yeah," he just answered, not looking at me. We were going through our post-exercise stretching with the quiet voice of Yasmine Hamdan playing in the background. "You're awfully quiet, you've barely said a word for the past thirty minutes. Are you upset about something?" "Uh?" he asked, looking at me, No, why?" "I dunno, you seem thoughtful." "Oh – yeah I guess I am, sorry." He continued stretching but I stopped and just wondered what was going on with him with an annoying knot in my stomach. After a couple minutes, he stopped, took a few deep breaths and exhaled loudly. "Mark," he began saying then stopped as if he was hesitating, "do you remember the Dublin launch event for the album and tour?" he asked. "Just about," I said, "we've been a bit busy since then," I chuckled. "Why?" "Erm, well – there was somebody there who worked for the promo company. I'm sure you remember her cause we talked with her and she told us she was in some of Rachel's classes when she was in Trinity College." I thought about it and quickly remembered who he was talking about. "Yeah, sure I remember her," feeling relieved to hear him talk about a girl, "her name was," I thought about it for a moment, "it was typically Irish I remember." "Grainne," he put in. I nodded, "What about her?" I asked quietly. "Well, we really hit it off that day, like really. You probably don't remember this but I didn't leave with you guys after the event. I drove her home and we talked for like an hour in the car and then we had dinner..." "Wait, that was back in January? Like a year ago! Why are you only talking to me about her now?" He let out a small chuckle, "We've been keeping in touch, while we were on the road I mean," he said and paused, "and then when you got married, we saw each other again; I didn't stay in Dublin just to see my mum and dad. I figured that it'd be a great time to really get to know each other." "So now you're interested in getting to know the girls you sleep with?" I joked. He shook his head slightly, "C'mon, the whole trophy-girlfriend-syndrome antics I think I was only doing it because it's what's expected 'cos one of us had to," he sniggered, "I was just waiting for the real thing. I want someone who gets me and Grainne does." "Holy shit!" I thought, knowing my jaw had dropped, this was so far away from Jordan's usual love-'em-and –leave-'em behaviour I could've believed it was Dylan I was talking to. "I think there's a but in there, am I right?" "Not exactly, well sort of, look," he dropped his head and huffed, "we've pretty much done all our growing up doing what we do, this, our crazy life's become normality for us, including Rachel – and Grainne sort of works in the business, I mean she's worked with Muse, Snow Patrol and a boatload of others so it's not like fame, or rather dealing with famous people would be a new experience for her," he paused. "But doing what she does doesn't put her slap bang in the middle of the craziness you mean," I put in to tell him I understood what he was trying to say. "Yeah, exactly and she sort of knew us when we'd just left school, but that was twelve years ago. She needs to get to know me, us, the way we are now. How do you think the rest of the guys'd feel about her travelling with us when we go back on the road?" "Wow! Didn't see that coming bro'." "I really think her coming with us would show her that actually, most of the time, being on the road is hours, days, of boring travel to nameless hotels in places we rarely get to explore with a sudden, exhausting, explosion of energy to cap it off every couple or three days." "Hey, carry on talking like that you'll put me off touring for good," I laughed. "S'true though, isn't it? And I need to know that she fits in with all of you guys, don't want to create a so-called Yoko Ono situation." he looked away so I waited for him to sort his thoughts, "When you think about it the people Dylan and me marry are actually marrying into our band-family not just our genetic ones aren't they?" "When you put it like that yeah they are. Looks like Rach, Damon me and himself got off lightly," I chuckled. "Do you recall what Dylan said to you, the night of your wedding before we went on stage, about the opening lines of "Green Eyes" I mean? Well he was right, you two are the rock this band stands on." "Wow, that's - it's," I stammered, hearing him repeat Dylan's words – it had clearly made a big impression on him. "So do you think the others will go for it?" "Gets my vote dude, if she can handle being around us, especially on tour, without losing her marbles then she's definitely a keeper. But what about her job?" "She's asked about taking a sabbatical and they're ok with it." I'd heard his reference to marriage but hadn't commented on it, Dylan and Alicia had got married barely more than two months before so maybe he'd been thinking of them when he'd said it. Maybe. I thought about the fact that the round of major promotional events had been a year before, way back in January 2019, and I wanted to ask when their relationship had officially started, before or after our wedding, but then I remembered something. "Hang on, when we went to Madeira," I paused then smiled at him, "now I remember, Rachel told me that you were gone the whole time and told no one where you went. You went somewhere with Grainne didn't you?" "Yeah," he laughed, "as soon as you let the rest of us in on your proposal plans, I asked if she'd be able to get the time off work immediately after it." "Where'd you go?" "Well, like I said, I really wanted to spend time with her so I surprised her and we went to Florence for a day and then from there, we went where the mood took us. We rented a car and just drove around the country. We ended up in Croatia. It was fun." I laughed, "You drove from Italy to Croatia?" "Well, yeah, through Slovenia." "Dude, that must've been great. And come on, if she's willing to take some serious time away from her work it's gotta be significant bro'." "We, um, we missed each other," he mumbled, looking at his feet again. "Know how that feels," I said quietly, "and Rob was only gone a few weeks, you two have already survived being apart for longer than that." "Not quite," he grinned mischievously. "What d'you mean 'not quite'? We were on the road for months last year." "Remember the parties I was going to on my own? Me buggering off to go skiing or rock-climbing? Me doing stuff none of you were interested in at the time whenever we had a couple or three days down-time?" "You were meeting up with her!" I exclaimed. "Sure was, we racked up some serious frequent-flyer miles," he chortled. "Good on ya!" He smiled and the look on his face was priceless. "Dude, you are so in love with this girl!" "I am!" he replied unabashedly. I grinned. "I swear, when I first saw her, I just knew she was what I'd been waiting for." "You knew as soon as you saw her?" I asked surprised. "I knew within fifteen minutes yeah," he said convincingly. I was silent for a short moment, "C'mon, let's tell the others," I said, "I can't believe you were missing a woman, you getting all mushy on me?" "You want me to?" he sniggered, as he mimed blowing me a perfectly-pouted kiss in the most outrageous manner, it had us both laughing instantly. "Well you know that bet was never paid out, are you thinking it's time? Before you seriously think about committing to straight-dom," I smirked, blowing him a kiss in return and adding a lascivious wink. "Fuck off," he'd laughed as we left the gym. "Am I the only one who knows?" I asked quietly before we began to climb the stairs. "Not for much longer," he replied. To Jordan's relief, but at no surprise to me, Rob, Dylan and Damon thought Grainne spending time on tour with us would be a good move, once they'd got over their collective surprise at Jordan being in a relationship and having been able to keep it going pretty much long-distance for so long – and without any of us catching on. Rachel was all for it too; what she'd suggested was that Grainne's presence, should it be noticed could be easily explained away as her being part of the promo team. "So when do we meet this girl?" Damon asked with eagerness. "Yeah, bring her over," Rob said, "if she got you to settle down, she must be quite special!" "She is," Jordan confirmed, "and don't you scare her away with all your stories," he laughed. Rob smirked at Jordan and seemed to think about all the stories he could share with Grainne. "I swear to god!" Jordan threatened laughingly. ------- As soon as we all met Grainne it almost immediately felt like our band family was complete, Grainne fitted so well into our group of friends. She was a truly lovely girl, fun, sweet but no pushover and beautiful in a very natural way. Jordan was crazy about her it was obvious how much they were meant for each other. She came with us to Japan for our first-ever gigs in Osaka and Fukuoka. We were to play at the Fukuoka Dome baseball stadium. One of the reasons we'd chosen the venue was because of its retractable roof – if the weather turned against us we could at least keep our audience dry! Much to the crew's happiness, Calvin my former guitar tech had been given his old job back and was going to be back on tour with us in 2020 but Rob and I were worried that Nick wouldn't be. We were thrilled to find out a couple weeks before flying to Osaka that he'd been offered work with the sound crew to run the live recording desk. I might have had something to do with it. Because of the virus and the semi-quarantine we'd been in, Rob and I hadn't been able to go any further with Nick than some very superficial flirting. My 'secret' wedding planning had quickly taken up virtually every moment I could get alone, including when Rob was sleeping and then after we got married, any thoughts of inviting Nick to have some fun wasn't so appealing anymore. We only wanted each other and so we almost stopped talking about it. Besides it had taken a while for both of us to be absolutely certain that Nick was nowhere near the '150% straight' Damon had described him being the first time Rob and I had seen him. But now that he had accepted to keep touring with us and he seemed more than happy to be in Japan to kick off our 2020 tour, we couldn't wait to see if something would finally happen with him. --- We had already played two gigs in Osaka but had had very little time to talk with Nick. He'd either been working with Calvin in Osaka to bring him up to speed or he'd spent most of his time with the other tech guys. "I've missed you today," I said to Rob as I placed my hand behind his neck and pulled him close to me for a kiss. "Yeah, me too. Feels like we've hardly seen each other." "We haven't," I said and he kissed me some more. "How were the interviews, learnt any Japanese?" I eventually asked since I hadn't gone with him. "I have, but I can never remember what each word means!" he joked and pulled out the paper on which he had written what he wanted to say to the crowd during our first gig in Fukuoka. "Look," he said and started reading it to me. The first two sentences he seemed to master the pronunciation to but then he struggled to say the third one, "Like, I can never remember how to pronounce this word. I'm gonna ask Nick later. Have you worked with him at all today?" "Oh my god yeah I have! Is it me or is he even hotter than he was last time we saw him?" I asked. "No, he is, he totally is," Rob confirmed, "the outfit he's wearing today..." he groaned with lust, "Let me break it to you right now, we're gonna have sex with him before this tour is over!" he said laughingly. I laughed too, "He's so hot!" "You know, you can flirt with him again, I'm all for it!" "Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to have him back on the crew, that's too much temptation!" I said. "Hey why not call him and see if he wants to come here to go through the acoustic set, so we can get to spend a bit of time alone with him?" Rob asked devilishly. "Are you serious?" "Well yeah, not saying anything's gonna happen but...," he smirked. I wiggled my brows, "I should ask him to bring your Seagull, in case we actually do end up just going over the acoustic set." "That's likely," he retorted. I laughed, "How the fuck do we go from 'hey let's go over some guitar stuff' to 'hey let's have a threesome'? Or do we just molest him as soon as he walks in the room?" "Dude we, well mostly you two, have been flirting our way around the elephant on this tour since fucking Tokyo last year. Don't you think it's time we actually did something about it? It's obvious he's up for it, he gave us so many signals last year...that we've chosen to ignore," he said as he waved a finger between us. "Yeah, but like I said where do we start?" "We don't, you do. You know what, don't call him, go and find him, see if you can get him alone, well alone enough to do a bit more flirting," he sniggered, "but just make it frigging obvious that the guitars are just an excuse." "Why don't you go, I'm not good at this!" "Oh, come on, try it!" he insisted. "I don't know!" I said, shaking my head. "Well babe, we're turning thirty in two months...," he said and stared at me, "Time is running out!" he exclaimed playfully. I cracked up and he did too. "Alright, I'm gonna try!" I said with a huff, "I'll be back soon." "Maybe you won't be returning alone," he grinned, "just buzz me if you don't!" ---- I wandered through the backstage area, everybody else must have been in their own dressing rooms because I saw that the Green Room was empty as I walked past it. That sent me in the direction of the stage hoping that I'd find Nick there rather than the crew-room. I did. I hesitated waiting in the shadows, trying to figure out a way to do this, Rob had always been better at this than me. Nick had his back to where I stood as he compared the settings on my back-line amps to something on his tablet, deep in concentration; when he got to the end of the row he was as close to the Dobro as he could be. I pushed myself forward, my trainers making no sound on the stage floor and by the time Nick realised I was there, I was barely six inches from him, already reaching round him as if to pick up the guitar. He jumped when he suddenly became aware of my proximity, "Oh hi Mark," he gasped as he spun round to face me, bringing us even closer together. "Sorry, I thought you'd heard me mooching over," I fibbed, as I pulled my hand back from the Dobro, I locked eyes with him. "No, I was away with the tech fairies," he smiled. "How is Calvin catching up?" "I think he's ready to take over from me." I nodded, faking disappointment, "To be honest, I wish he wasn't," I said straightforwardly. "I think I'm gonna miss you, you're the best guitar tech I've ever worked with." "Really? Wow, thanks. I take that as a huge compliment. You know I'm here to..." "...make you guys happy," I said together with him and we both let out a small laugh. He grinned and that dimple I remembered so well popped, "I must have done a good job." "You did a great job." "You know, uh," he said hesitantly. "I was well chuffed when Steve asked if I fancied running the live recording desk out front." he smiled. "I know. Rob and I were glad you could get the job. It wouldn't have been the same without you. I just wish I could have kept you as my guitar tech. I mean Calvin's good - but you..." I paused and he opened his mouth to speak, "Well, look Mark," he interrupted and took a quick look around him to make sure we were still alone, "Can I be honest with you?" he asked in a whisper. "Of course," I nodded. "Please don't tell him I told you this but Calvin's been itching to move to the sound crew for ages. He just didn't say anything because up to him having to go home last year, there'd never been an opening to do it. He was just happy to get his job back – but I saw his face when he realised I'd been offered the job he actually wanted... And before you ask he took a very similar sound-engineering course to the one I did, maybe the live recording desk isn't a great place for him to start but from the conversations we've had, I've no doubt that driving the front of house sound desk is well within his skill-set." "You mean, there's a possibility that I could still have you as my guitar tech?" I smiled. "That's your decision but I'm sure Calvin would agree." I knew I had a bright smile on my face. I couldn't hide my satisfaction, "Well, as I've said, you're the best tech I ever had - and I only want to work with the best!" There was a short silence and we locked eyes with each other. "I wouldn't want to make things – awkward though," I could tell from the look in his eyes that he knew I wasn't just talking about him swapping jobs with Calvin. "Yeah, I understand." We kept looking at each other and stopped talking for a short moment, the sexual tension was palpable. "So –" I began saying, knowing it was now or never, "I'm here because I was thinking of going through the acoustic stuff with Calvin, but," I stalled. "But?" he asked. "But now I think we could find a more fun way of passing some time." I took a very small step closer to him and he didn't try to move away. "Hey I can't blame you, you know your stuff, going through it over and over again can get a bit boring...," he said with a smirk. "Why don't you come with me? Rob and I were just chilling in our dressing room, we'd love to have your company," I said with more authority in my voice than even I had expected and he looked at me for a few seconds. "Yes, sir!" he smiled flirtatiously, knowing exactly what I had in mind. I leaned to pick up the Dobro and my body brushed against his. "Should I bring Robbie's acoustic?" he asked me. "Sure, we don't want anyone jumping to the wrong conclusions," I said quietly. "No, we wouldn't want that," he replied in equally low tones. As we strode away from the stage, I quickly called Rob. I didn't need him to answer, my name on his screen would tell him all he needed to know. Nick followed me carrying Rob's Seagull guitar as we walked back to our dressing-room, saying nothing. I had to admit that, brief as it had been, the feel of his body against mine had only served to turn me on more and now, the fact that he was doing exactly as I'd told him to made him seem even hotter. By the time I opened the door to our dressing-room, my cock was already at far more than half-mast. I locked the door as soon as we were both inside. "In the interests of full disclosure," Nick said, "I'll be the one driving you back to your hotel after the gig." "How did that happen?" Rob asked. "You don't want to know," Nick replied. I stood my guitar against the wall beside the door and Nick followed suit with the Seagull. "Well zip-a-di-do-dah, it seems the stars have aligned at last," Rob chuckled. I walked round the back of the sofa where Rob sat at one end and leaned over to kiss him, he reached up to put a hand to the back of my head and hold me to him a little longer. "That is so hot," Nick said, not yet moving any nearer to us. "Well, ever since we've met you, we've wondered how much hotter it could be if you joined us," Rob told him with a distinctly naughty grin. Nick smiled and walked closer to Rob and I, "Wanna find out?" he asked seductively. "Do we wanna find out?!" Rob said looking at me, ready to play. "I've been waiting for this moment, I thought you'd never ask," Nick said. "We figured," I responded with a grin. "Cold hard facts moment guys, what is and isn't allowed?" he asked. "We don't kiss on the mouth and we only top," Rob replied. "So you've done this before?" he asked. "We have, but not for a while," Rob answered, "what about you?" "In various ways and in various combinations," Nick replied with a chuckle, "but I gotta say, I've rarely wanted to do it as much as I do right now." "So where do you wanna start?" I asked. "I don't know, where the fuck do I start?" he said. "Something you should know about me," I told him, "I really like watching Rob getting blown by someone else. Why don't you start with that?" I asked, feeling more than a little dominant, the thought of watching my man having fun with Nick was so appealing. "Oh god, yes," Nick breathed, looking intently at Rob's crotch. "Fine with me," Rob said. "Let him see your beautiful cock," I told Rob quietly and kissed the side of his face. Nick smiled and knelt in front of Rob between his outstretched legs. Rob unzipped his fly, raising his hips just far enough to slide his jeans and boxers down past his knees. "Do you mind?" Nick asked, looking, I noted, at me not Rob, to know if he could undress Rob completely. "Not at all," I answered before Rob could. "Jeez," Nick exclaimed when he'd completed his task, "I have a confession to make, my imagination did not do you justice." He laid his hands on Rob's thighs and slowly stroked them towards where his hard dick lay. "I think this cock deserves my undivided attention!" he said and buried his face in the crease where Rob's right thigh met his pelvis then ran his tongue over his balls, "Tell me what you want," Nick said then continued licking Rob's balls. "Let me watch you tongue him before you suck him," I was really getting into this being in charge attitude. "My pleasure," Nick replied, before starting to flick his tongue within Rob's cover, then moving his head to lick in long, slow, strokes from the tip to the base of Rob's hard cock and back, then teasing the tip again. "Yes!" Rob gasped closing his eyes and dropping his head to rest it on the back of the sofa as Nick kept doing exactly as I told him to. It seemed like so long ago since I had watched someone suck Rob's beautiful cock, it felt delightfully naughty and I couldn't help smiling as I watched Nick's tongue and lips on the tip of Rob's cock and his face as Nick's tongue played with his piss hole. I started giving Rob quick gentle kisses as I watched Nick perform. After doing this for a few moments Nick started stroking Rob's balls, "Can I?" he asked, again looking at me for the answer, as he held up a finger then pointed it towards Rob's ass and I nodded in reply. I watched as Nick lips wrapped around Rob's left nut and he sucked on it, then he let it pop out of his mouth and he moved to the other one. His finger caressed Rob's taint and he started fingering his hole. "Oh fuck!" Rob gasped, his hips bucking when Nick's saliva-slicked finger breached his boy-hole. "Easy, I want to enjoy this," I murmured to him. "And I don't?" Nick chuckled before resuming his task. I watched entranced as Nick pleasured Rob with his mouth and finger. Rob was dripping precum and Nick lapped it up with a sexy moan, then he ran his tongue around the base of Rob's cockhead before he began to move his mouth down Rob's shaft until Rob's cock was almost all the way in his mouth. I watched as he bobbed his head up and down and sucked hard, obviously massaging Rob's shaft with his tongue. This was definitely not the first cock he'd sucked, I thought. This went on for a few minutes until Rob began face fucking Nick a little, who eventually came up for air. "Enjoying this?" I asked Nick. "You have no idea. I haven't sucked a cock in so long, it's fucking good!" he said and went down on Rob again, he seemed to love what he was doing. "Oh god," Rob moaned and pulled me to him. We looked deeply into each other's eyes for a second before we began making out. His breathing quickly got heavier. I knew what that meant, he was loving the blowjob Nick was giving him. My own hands hadn't been idle, I'd tugged off Rob's T-shirt and had been teasing his nipples and stroking his beautifully toned chest. I felt his body tense up a little and I watched as Nick's head bobbed up and down faster. He was really getting into it. Rob looked up at me again with his intense green eyes, "I wanna cum so much." "Yeah, I want you to cum for me," Nick said as he came up for air. "Slowly," I spoke. "I don't want him to cum yet. I'd love to suck both of you!" Rob smiled, "Mmm yes, suck him off baby, I know how much you want that!" Rob teased me. "I do," I answered as I climbed over the back of the sofa to sit beside Rob. "You can cum when he does, if he does," I said to Rob. "There's no if about it," Nick retorted as he knelt higher up, giving him the best angle to take all of Rob's length into his mouth. "Oh fuck yeah, you're good," Rob shuddered, "almost as good as you are," he whispered to me. "That's another one of my many talents! I'm here to keep you guys happy," Nick quickly said with a chuckle. "As always, you're doing a great job. Drop your trousers," I ordered him as I sat myself on the floor. He didn't need telling twice and immediately did as I'd told him. My eyebrows shot up when I saw the long tube still covered by Nick's underwear. It seemed to stretch up to his pelvis. My hand automatically traced the line of his hard cock through his underwear and then I pulled them off, eager to see what they were hiding. "Fuck," I gasped and Nick looked at me with a grin but he didn't say anything, he just licked Rob's balls as he watched my reaction. I stared at Nick's hard-on and thanked our lucky stars that we had the 'no fucking us' rule. It had to be the biggest cock I had ever seen and I couldn't wait to try and see how much of it I could take in my mouth. "You like what you see," he whispered just for me to hear. I simply smiled and looked up at Rob who didn't seem to have paid attention to what Nick had just said. I looked at his cock for a brief second and noticed that it wasn't particularly veiny and while it was pretty thick in proportion to the rest of his body, it wasn't vulgarly so. I immediately leaned forward and wrapped my hand around this gorgeous cock and Nick went down on Rob again. I began slowly fisting him, my strokes in time with how he was moving his mouth up and down Rob's pole but the temptation to take him in my mouth was too strong. "Sit next to him," I said with authority in my voice, sliding to the floor to take his place. He did as he was told and moved to sit next to Rob, who still had his eyes closed, completely focused on his own pleasure. Nick opened his legs to give me better access to his gorgeous dick and then he swallowed Rob's ready-to burst erection. I immediately wrapped my lips around his circumcised well-formed cockhead, licked it and then ran my tongue along his long thick shaft before sucking the tip again. He was so close to cumming that I could feel his cock throbbing in my hand. I had serious doubt about my ability to deep throat such a massive tool but it was so hot that I couldn't help but at least try, almost gagging. I decided not to take him all the way yet, I was pretty sure I'd get another opportunity later, so I sucked him as deep as I could without it being uncomfortable. He seems to enjoy my efforts and it almost made me cum myself. "Mmmm," he let out a loud moan and sighed in pleasure as I played with his balls. "I'm so close," Rob breathed, resisting the urge to cum as long as he could. "Not yet," I told him. "Umph," I heard Nick grunt when Rob's hips bucked involuntarily as his orgasm built, forcing his cock down Nick's throat; although Nick didn't try to pull away. I took one of Nick's large balls into my mouth and then moved to the other one. I could feel them tightening up and I knew I could let Rob cum. For a couple more minutes, I bobbed my head up and down Nick's magnificent cock, stopping on spots I could tell were making him whimper. "Fuck, I can't wait, I've gotta cum," Rob moaned. "Me too," Nick added, briefly lifting his mouth from Rob's dick to watch me. A second later, he was blowing Rob again and moving faster. Rob rocked his hips at the same pace, I replaced my mouth with my hand and began moving it at the same rate on Nick's cock. Rob grabbed hold of Nick's head and forced him all the way down onto his cock again. I watched as Nick swallowed Rob's juice and his own showered from his dick onto his jacket. "Oh fuck!" Rob cried, his body convulsing with every wave of his orgasm. Nick didn't release Rob's flesh, even after both their orgasms had ended; he'd dropped his head to rest it on Rob's body as I'd milked the last of his jizz from his balls, he shuddered with every stroke of my hand. "That was fucking brilliant," Rob gasped as he tried to regain control of his breathing, finally lifting his head from the back of the sofa. "I hope to fuck we've got plenty of condoms," Rob chuckled. "If you haven't, I have," Nick retorted as he slid down the sofa and began to re-dress. Rob looked at me, his eyes, as always, telling me so much; right now, they were telling me it was my turn to be the centre of attention. I climbed back up on the sofa to kiss him and we made out passionately, satisfied with ourselves and what had just happened. "I think it's time Nick and I made you cum as hard as we just have," Rob smiled, already reaching towards my fly. "Dammit," Nick hissed as there came a knock at the door. I turned to him to see that he had taken off his cum-spattered jacket but was otherwise fully dressed again. "Put Mark down, Rob," we heard Rachel half-laugh, "there's been a change of plan." We all suppressed giggles and Rob grabbed all his clothes and dashed to the bathroom, "Hang on," I called as Nick and I shot across the room to pick up the two guitars. Nick motioned for me to go back to the couch as he opened the door, "Oh, hi Nick," she said, clearly surprised at finding him there and more to the point, both of us fully dressed. "So, what's changed?" I asked her, just as Rob returned from the bathroom. "Seems like there's been something lost in translation, the people who are doing the photo-shoot for the deli-sushi chain have just let Tom know they'll be here in half an hour." "Oh, for fuck's sake!" Rob shouted, "don't they know we're supposed to be chilling before stage-time? I'm telling Tom to tell them to sod off." "Rob," Rachel put on her I-know-best voice, "the company's donating a huge wadge of cash to HIV research and the best gay-support group in Japan. If you don't do it, that money may well be lost." "Okay, okay, I get it," he chuntered, still not happy. "So, we're good with the swaps then?" Nick asked me, he winked at Rob and I, as he was standing beside Rachel she couldn't see him do it. "We'll tell them they've got an hour at the most to get it done," I told her, "or rather our trusted translator will," I looked at Nick. "Not a problem boss, pass Abby to me and I'll get the guitars back on stage. Are they intending to do the photo-shoot in the Green Room?" "I think so," Rachel replied, "the rest of the guys were already there, Tom's there as well." "I'll see you there in a few minutes, then," Nick told us as he left the room. It was clear to see that the photographer and his entourage were being apologetic about the mix-up, but obviously weren't happy at the time-limit we'd all agreed upon before letting them join us, as Nick explained things to them. All the time the photographer was speaking with Nick, his three assistants had been setting up their equipment and a girl from the food company was setting out plates and dishes of delicacies. The shoot over-ran the hour but not by much, although as soon as it was finished, we all left the Green Room to ready ourselves for the gig ahead. When we got back to our dressing room Rob locked the door, then rested his arms on my shoulders, "I know someone who didn't get any attention earlier," Rob said, "what can I do to make up for it?" "Anything you want," I giggled. "I can't believe we got interrupted just when things started to get interesting for you!" "Oh don't worry about it, just because I didn't cum doesn't mean I didn't have fun." "Oh no, I'm sure you did!" he smiled and then kissed my cheek tenderly several times. "So, how good was it?" he asked in my ear, "sucking someone else's cock again?" "Rob, it can never be as delicious as yours, but it was but pretty darn good!" I answered, and for some reason, decided against telling him about how big Nick's dick was – for now. ------ "Go and get comfortable," Rob murmured after we'd finished dinner. We were back at the Fukuoka Dome and about ninety minutes away from stage-time, that odd period when we could just chill-out, knowing that everything was as ready as it could be, but also needing to psyche ourselves up for the gig. Like I said, odd. "What're you doing?" "I wanna get some before and during shots to post later, I'm getting the before, Nick's getting the during." "Oh ok, see you later then but don't take too long," I smirked. ------ Rob joined me in our dressing room sooner than I'd expected – and he wasn't alone, "Well I wasn't expecting this," I grinned as Rob locked the door. "We all know there's been no chance to pick up where we had to leave off last night, equally we all know that you didn't get to properly participate, so Nick and I thought tonight would be the perfect opportunity to make up for it." "You'll get no argument from me," I chuckled. "As I recall I had a very talented mouth to enjoy," Rob began, "Well I did have a pretty fine cock to play with," Nick put in. "Thank-you," Rob smiled at him. "And now," Nick smirked, "we think that this time you should have our undivided attention." Rob began by pulling me into a long and passionate kiss, gradually as his hands roved over my torso beneath my t-shirt. He eased it off and me down to a semi-reclining position against the sofa arm. "Still hot as hell, I love watching this," Nick said quietly as he sat in the big comfy chair at the end of the couch. "Why don't you?" Rob said. He seemed happy to simply watch as we made out for a while. Rob had knelt beside the sofa so he could run not just both his hands but his mouth, tongue and lips all over my abs, pecs and nipples as well. I let him have control and was more than happy to give it to him. It was only when he reached to unfasten my jeans that Nick moved to join us. "Allow me," he said as he took over from Rob, who immediately placed one hand behind my neck, rubbed my pectoral muscles with the other and kissed me deeply. As I'd already been barefoot, it took only a few seconds for Nick to have me fully naked. "I think we'll have these," Rob moved my arms so that they rested on the sofa arm above my head as he spoke softly, "here, move them and we might just stop." I slightly raised my head to look at what Nick was doing. His eyes met mine and he smiled then he stared at my hard-on with lust. "Loving what I see," he said before touching me. Both his hands rubbed my pelvis and then, for the first time since I couldn't remember when, a different hand stroked my cock. I dropped my head back and Rob gazed into my eyes. "I've told Nick how much you like your balls being licked and your cock jerked hard and fast when you cum but that's for later, I think you need slow and gentle for now." He resumed teasing my body with his lips and tongue and Nick stroked me nice and slow. The combination very quickly had me shivering and gasping as a result of their actions. "I think we need to ease off," Rob told Nick, "don't want to disappoint my beautiful man by getting him off too fast," he gave me a wicked smile before kissing me briefly. "He did make us wait," Nick sniggered. "He did, you're right," Rob agreed. Neither stopped what they were doing, they simply did it slower or even lighter. I felt Nick's lips wrapping around my cockhead and he began gently licking and sucking. "Oh fuck Rob, come on, there's two of you doing me, that's not fair," I complained as I tried to get Nick to take me deeper inside his mouth. "I know, but remember how hard I came when Nick blew me, how hard he came, well we think you deserve nothing less." I gripped the sofa arm as Rob stroked my pectoral muscle, then he licked my nipple, which I loved, and I tried to push my chest against him. "Rob that feels," how it felt, they'd never know. "Guys! We've got a problem," we heard. It was Tom hammering on the door, "Come on, now! And bring your personal baggage." "Oh, you gotta be kidding me!" I hissed, I couldn't believe it was happening again. "Hang on, Mark's in the bathroom," Rob yelled back. "Please tell me he's not in the fucking shower," we could all hear Tom's exasperation. "Nah, I think he's cleaning his teeth," Rob replied. All through their exchange I'd been dragging on my clothes, cursing under my breath while Nick was clearly trying not to laugh. Rob dashed to flush the loo and grab our bags as Nick and I picked up the guitars they'd brought as cover. "What the fuck's going on?" I demanded when I pulled open the door. "I might have to pull the gig," Tom replied morosely. Rob and I looked at each other, instantly worried, having no idea why Tom would have to do such a thing. We followed him to the Green Room and was stunned by how many people were crammed into the space; I quickly realised it was all of the on-stage crew and most of the sound and light crews. "Tom?" Dylan began but our manager held up a hand to stop him. "About an hour ago I was told that it looks like the backers are going into liquidation. I can't take the risk of everything being impounded if the administrators try to claim your stage set, instruments, everything are part of the backers' assets." "Fuck, Tom!" Rob exclaimed. "Rob, don't worry. If we pull the gig and the crew work through the night, we can bring the local luggers back in early, we might buy ourselves enough time to at least get the instruments and sound rig to the airport." "Okay, but how...," Dylan said and Tom interrupted him again. "I've got local lawyers working on proof of possession papers to file with the local courts first thing as a pre-emptive strike. I'm not sure it'll be enough but if the wagons are rolling before the administrators have a chance to lay their claim, we might have the opportunity of getting everything and everybody out of the country." "Hang on, there's no way anything's going to happen at this time of night. I mean, these things don't happen after close of business, do they?" Damon exclaimed. "Trouble is lad, it's not after close of business in New York where the backers are based," Tom replied. "Bollocks," Jordan spat. "How long before the audience is all in?" Rob asked quietly. I could tell by his tone and the look on his face that he was putting some sort of plan together but I couldn't begin to think what it was. "Half an hour I'd expect, why?" Tom asked in reply. "Well even if things do go belly-up in New York, they're the biggest part of a day behind us and by the time places open there, everything here will still be closed so the lawyers here will still have the opportunity to file whatever's needed here," Rob responded – I was starting to think I could tell what Rob was up to. "Our U.S. lawyers are working on it already and they're liaising with the legal firm in Tokyo but I still want to cover all the bases," Tom informed us. "Nope, not doing it," Rob told the room in general, "I say we do the gig but to cover Tom's bases we get the guitars, piano and drums off-stage literally as we leave it." "Do you think that can work?" I asked. "Yeah, Nick," he said to him, "as soon as Mark and me use a guitar for the last time, you can get it in its case – Jord, bring your bass off with you, Nick can have its case ready. If needs be, we'll find a way to get them to the hotel at least." "Sure," Dylan put in, "the keyboard's got to be the next quickest to wheel out, what's that take two or three guys?" he asked. "Yes," Rob answered. "The rest of the stage techs can concentrate on dismantling the drum-kit, ok. It'd be great to get as much of the back-line out as possible as well, some of those amps are old friends," he chuckled mirthlessly. Tom nodded, "Yes, okay. After that they can have the stage and lights. Mind you, they'll have to explain to LiteFX why they've nabbed something that we've only hired." "We have never cancelled a gig since the first time we set foot on a stage and I am not doing it now," Rob all but growled, "Tom, come and let me know when you're told the audience is in." Tom looked at the rest of us and we let him know we agreed with Rob. "Nick, I think I'll need your help with something," Rob said to him. "Whatever I can do," he replied. We were all in a subdued mood as our techs left to do their jobs and we to wait to do ours – I wondered if any of us would be able to lift our spirits enough to do it well. Nick, Rob and I made our way to the scene of our nearly-threesome in silence. "So tell me what you have in mind, what can I do to help?" Nick asked Rob when we got there. "Just a sec," Rob replied as he riffled through my bag. When he'd found what he'd been looking for – my notepad and pen – he began to explain his idea, "Tom's got people doing all the legal stuff but I think we've got something better." This part of what he'd been thinking back in the meeting was beyond me. "What?" I asked, giving him a puzzled look. "Our fans!" he exclaimed. "I say we use our fans to gain the moral high-ground. We ask them to post on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, wherever, that if the money men succeed in impounding our stuff, we'll have to cancel the rest of the tour and disappoint all those other fans. Well with Nick's linguistic skills we can ask them," he looked pleadingly at him. "Umm, Rob I can't teach you how to say all that in Japanese, there just isn't time." "I don't want you to, I want you to translate for us, please." Nick thought about it for a moment then nodded. "Good, now we've got some writing to do and we got to do it quick. Hopefully, it'll also bring the situation to the attention of the insurance company faster, I reckon they'll be all over it as well." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, after needing a replacement guitar tech, then the stomach bug this is the third and biggest problem this tour's had." "Jeez, I hadn't thought about that. Why did you ask Tom about the audience?" I asked Rob. "Because we, to quote Tom, are making a pre-emptive strike of our own. We're telling the fans before we go on. Let's get something down on paper then we can ask the others what they think." We didn't get the chance to write a single word, a moment later Jordan walked in closely followed by the others; none of us said anything for a long moment, it was Rachel who broke the silence, "For what it's worth my opinion is that you made the right call Rob." "Cheers Rach, and to clarify, your opinion's always valued," they smiled briefly at each other. "Rob's had another idea. We were about to make a start on it and then see what you think," I said and we began explaining Rob's plan to them. They all understood quickly and we were soon putting pen to paper. Nick put in some ideas to make it easier for him to translate it and by the time Tom joined us we were all set. "We need you to let the sound guys know we'll be on stage in ten minutes and we'll need two mics," Rob told him, "oh, and a couple of white follow-spots on the C-stage'll be enough to go with them, the camera crew'll need to get us up on the screens as well." "What're you up to?" Tom asked suspiciously. "Tom, my friend," Rob draped an arm around our manager's shoulders, "you do what you do and leave what we do to us. We'll be there in," Rob made an exaggerated motion to look at his wrist where there was no watch, "nine minutes." "Alright, alright, I'll tell them, but whatever you're planning, I don't like it," Tom chuntered as he turned to leave the room, already reaching for the radio at his hip. ---- "Good evening," Rob began after we'd all walked to the C-stage. It had been hard to not acknowledge their cheers of greeting but we'd all decided that it was the only way to start our fans thinking that something serious was going on. Consequently, a hush had already begun to come over the audience, starting with those closest to the stage who'd been the first to see us appear from behind the stacks but who'd quickly realised that we weren't about to perform for them, before we reached the C-stage. "We have been blessed with some of the most amazing fans in the world," Rob continued then paused to give Nick time to translate, "and tonight we need to ask for your help." Little by little, Rob and Nick outlined the situation to the audience. Before long there was a sea of cameras recording the moment; at the end of it somebody shouted something in Japanese and we all looked at Nick. "Roughly translated, he said they'll have to get past us," he told us off-mic. Before taking to the stage, we'd all posted on our own and the band's Twitter feeds and moments after Rob stopped speaking, we'd begun getting notifications that we'd had responses – lots of them! Jord held up his phone to show the crowd the lit screen, "Keep them coming guys, let's make this big, huge," he said into Rob's mic with Nick adding an impromptu translation. A cheer began with those nearest to us, and like waves on a shore, flowed to the back of the stadium. "We'll see you soon," Rob told them simply. This time as we walked along the runway style B-stage back to the main one, we waved and smiled to our fans, once there we jogged from it. Even though we knew the groundswell of support for us was building rapidly on-line, we still intended to follow Tom and Rob's plans to make a start on getting our personal gear from the venue as quickly as possible after the gig was over. In the end, it had been the instant and overwhelming support of our fans, not just in the audience but around the world, which had got us back on track for kicking out a spectacular gig. "Thank-you Japan, goodnight and farewell, we love you!" Rob called as the last chord of our final encore died away, "please never give up and believe in love!" he continued and we all waved as we left the stage at our normal pace, but once we were hidden by the stack to the right of my stage position, we all grabbed the cases in which Nick had already stowed mine and Rob's guitars. Jordan packed away his bass and as soon as he was done, we hurried to the exit. Tom had arranged for the crew bus to be waiting for us; it was big enough to hold everything we needed to get away from the stadium except Dylan's piano. We all helped stow our gear in the surprisingly large cargo spaces and inside the coach – it felt like we were back in our early days when we were our own roadies; by the time everything was on board we were all laughing like crazy, it was as if we were in some mad film about a heist. We cheered and clapped as the coach swung out of the car-park and onto the road beyond, heading to our hotel; the second phase of Tom's plan was that after dropping us off, the driver would head to the freight terminal at the airport where he'd wait for the lorry carrying Dylan's piano, the fold-back equipment and the flight cases for our instruments and amps. We were due to leave the country at lunchtime the following day, next stop South America with two gigs each in the cities of La Plata, Santiago, Lima, Sao Paulo, Rio, Bogota and Mexico City before playing Europe again, starting in Barcelona. After that it would be Canada and North America for the seventh and final leg of the tour.
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    Chapter 27

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    Chapter 27

    "Mark, come on, get in here, we gotta go soon!" Rob called from the bathroom in our L.A hotel suite. We were now six months into the tour. We had a couple of days off in Los Angeles before playing two gigs at the Rose Bowl in Pasadena.We had arrived on Tuesday and it was now Thursday September 19, the day we were to be interviewed by Ellen Degeneres. "Just give me a half hour, if I don't finish this now, I'm gonna regret it. I only need like five minutes to get ready." "More like fifty!" he joked. He walked over to me and looked at the many sheets of paper that were scattered on the floor all around me to find a spot where to sit. "Why don't you make Jordan happy and take him with you," I said as he crunched down next to me, "and then I can spend the whole day writing music and you'll make me happy too!" I smiled, knowing that trying to get out of it was a losing battle. Plus if I was honest with myself, I wanted to go just as much as I wanted to stay. "This is so good, can I play the intro to you? Just the intro, cause I've changed it a bit!" I asked. "Sure," he said and I began strumming my acoustic. "This is brilliant babe!" he said admiringly when I finished playing. "I gotta admit you really are riding a creative wave since we've been here. I'd love to tell you to stay here and keep writing – but I also know that you'll have more time later," he said and kissed my cheek. "Please, can you get ready? I really want you to come with me." I smiled. "You have to get out of this room, it's Ellen, it's gonna be fun," he insisted then held out his hand to help me up. "Yeah, of course, I'll come with you," I said as I put my guitar down and grabbed his outstretched hand. --- A few hours later, we were both walking on the set of the Ellen show. Rob hugged Ellen first. “It’s so good to have you here,” she told him, “it’s been so long!” “Yes, it’s good to be back,” he responded. Then I gave her a quick hug as well. “Oh my god, you smell so good,” she said to me with her usual cheerfulness. I smiled before sitting down next to Rob on the sofa. “See? Told you showering was a good idea,” he smiled and winked. “Oh, really, ‘cos you don’t normally shower?” she asked playfully. “Ellen, we’ve been in L.A since Tuesday and it’s the first time he’s left our hotel room. I almost came here with Jordan, our bass player!” “Oh!” she said and looked at me, “Well, thank you for being here, I’m glad you decided to come!” “You’re welcome,” I simply replied. “So, why won’t you leave the hotel room?” she asked me, intrigued. “Ghosts,” Rob said matter-of-factly. “Ghosts?” she repeated, looking at him. “That’s what he says," Rob shrugged, amused. I smiled. “Yeah, I can’t explain it. Ever since we’ve walked into the room, I haven’t been able to do anything else besides write music. There’s such an amazing energy. I don’t know who’s written music in there, or who died in there….” “You should see the state of the room,” Rob interrupted me, “it’s like a song writer exploded in there.” he said and I laughed out loud, “and I can’t let room service in ‘cause he won’t let me!’ “Why won’t you let him?” she asked with a grin. “Cause they might throw something away,” I answered, as if it was obvious why. “Why would they throw anything away?” Rob said. I turned to him, “They might mess with my system. There’ll be nobody messing with the system.” He gazed at me with a smirk for a second, “Wait, have you just quoted Monica Geller?” he asked. "I have. See, I love that you got that reference,” I told him and he smiled proudly, then spoke to Ellen. “I almost shared a picture this morning.” “You should have!” she exclaimed, “Now, we wanna see!” The audience cheered. “Hang on,” he said, pulled out his phone and after just a few seconds posted the picture. I laughed, “You gotta be kidding me.” “So how many songs have you written?” Ellen asked me. “I'm not sure, three, maybe four,” I answered. “In two days?” she exclaimed, impressed. “And I’ve played pool,” Rob said nonchalantly. I put my hand on his shoulder and laughed. “I don’t know what he needs me for,” he said to Ellen jokingly. “To tell him when it’s time to shower,” Ellen told Rob. “We’re sound-checking at the Rose Bowl later so we’re definitely not going back to the hotel.” I shrugged, “Sleep is overrated.” “You’re pulling an all-nighter?” I didn’t answer as the photograph appeared on the screen behind Ellen. “Oh ok! I see what you mean.” she said to Rob, “So, if I look up the word ‘creativity’ in the dictionary, I’m sure I’ll find this picture!” “Or organised mess,” I interrupted. “That’s right, Monica!” Rob teased playfully and everyone laughed. “Aw,” Ellen said happily, “I’m so glad you’re here. I’ve missed having you guys here! Haven’t we missed them?” she asked the audience. Rob leaned closer to her, “Yeah, well, you might see a lot more of us, cause apparently we’re moving to L.A… indefinitely.” “Julia Roberts? Notting Hill?” I asked. He nodded. “Yeah. I gotta say, our references are on point today,” I smiled and we high-fived before I added, “Wouldn’t that be cool though?” “What? Moving to L.A?” he asked skeptically. “Yeah!” “What happened to ‘we’re never leaving London?’" “We might have to, you know, for creativity’s sake,” I said and Ellen smiled at us. He huffed a laugh, “Alright, I’ll tell you what, if you get one more reference, then we can come back and rent that room again.” I furrowed my brows, “Like, when?” He gave it a thought but Ellen spoke before he did, “Yeah, cause you’ll keep touring til the end of 2020, won't you?” she asked. “We will,” Rob nodded, doing a bit of promotion, “We’ll finish the fourth leg of the tour in New Zealand and Australia at the end of this year. Plus Dylan, our piano player, is getting married there right after our last show of the tour," he said, kinda whispering, as if it was a secret only for Ellen to know, “and then we’re gonna take a small break before we start touring South America next April. Then we’ll play Europe, Canada and the States again." "And we're releasing an EP in a few weeks too, so we'll incorporate new songs into the shows,” I added. “Really, you are? You never stop writing new music, do you?" I laughed. "No, I don't think the process ever stops. We're always motivated to get better and work harder and be the best we can be and we love it, so - there's always new ideas – or even ideas that've been left behind, which need to be picked up and worked on. When we're recording, there's always songs that get finished but they don't make it to the album for one reason or another, and we had plenty of those to make a great EP." "Yeah," Rob confirmed. "I don't think we've ever walked into the studio with absolutely nothing. When we start recording an album, we always have ideas and then we always try to go further in the music that we're doing and be as progressive as possible." "So when this tour ends, will you go back straight into the studio and start recording your next album?" "Oh, we don't know," I replied. "We don't see that far ahead. It's difficult to say what we'll do. It might be something very different." "Why?" she asked. "Because, with this tour, and our last album, and the EP we're about to release," I began explaining, talking with my hands a lot, "it really feels like we've come to the end of a chapter – like we've accomplished what we had set to do when we started the band. You know, we got to where we'd always wanted to be and so now, whatever we do next, it will feel like the beginning of a new chapter, and it's kind of a blank page for now." Rob nodded and added, "But for now, we just want to enjoy the tour. We’re having so much fun that we really don’t want it to end.” “I bet you are. The shows are so incredible,” she nodded. “if you haven’t been to one of their shows yet, then I highly recommend that you do, you’re gonna be dazzled,” she said to her audience, which responded enthusiastically. "It must be so much fun standing up there playing your music," she said. "Oh yeah it is!" I answered. "The feeling before we walk on stage is always so intense, it's a great moment, it's such a thrill!" "For you it is!" Rob joked. "For me, it's more like a wave of anxiety washes over me just before walking on," he said and paused. "But yeah then when the lights go down, it's like something whooshes through you and it feels great, there's nothing like it. It's a very addictive feeling – to play live, which is why we keep adding more dates for 2020, we can't get enough of it!" "Yeah, 2020 is gonna be another great year!” I said. Rob locked eyes with me and then said, “plus we’ll be turning thirty in 2020." He wiggled his brows, “that means ‘huge party’!” “Do you remember when we were 20,” I said to him, "and it was 2010 and we were like, oh, wouldn’t it have been cool to turn twenty in 2020!” He laughed, “Yeah! It would’ve been cool. But 2010 was still a great year too!” “It was deadly,” Rob said, reminiscing. “Deadly?” Ellen asked, not sure what he meant. Rob nodded, “Yeah, I speak Irish. Do you not have that word?" "No," she said. "Mortel!" I added. "Yeah," Rob snapped his fingers. "same word in French." "I'm confused, I speak American," Ellen said and we laughed. "But yeah, everything was so fun, and new, and exciting," Rob said looking me in the eye. "Yeah, it was an awesome year, good memories,” I confirmed. She smiled, “I love how you guys keep being amazed by your success and your life, I think that’s a real quality.” “Yes of course we’re amazed.” Rob replied enthusiactically. “You know why we’re amazed? Because it’s amazing!” he laughingly exclaimed. She laughed, "Even after all this time of being a band, are you still as close as you were at the beginning, the five of you? It hasn't changed?" Rob answered before I could, "No, no, we're good. It's actually something that we've understood from the start about our band, that we all need to like each other, and we all need to be happy to function as a band, musically, and as a group of friends. Because a couple of years ago, we used to work so much, touring, then going straight back into the studio, writing music that wasn't any good because we were just trying to make a record that people expected of us - and that's when we started to lose it a bit..." I nodded and continued, "Yeah, and now we're trying really hard to make sure that we write music just for ourselves and that no one hits their breaking point in the band... Like with the tour we're doing now we're really trying to figure out how long we can tour before one of us starts to burn out; like, how many shows we can do in a row, for Rob's voice too." Rob spoke too, "Yeah, after over 10 years of doing this job we've accumulated knowledge about our limits, especially on tour, and what we need to do to remain friends." "And to stay married," I joked and we laughed. Ellen smiled, Do you find that it's an advantage to be a couple and to experience this together?" "Uh – that depends I guess," Rob said. "It's been difficult at times but it's also made us a lot stronger as a couple." "Yeah, definitely," I continued, "and now, as a band we just try to make sure everyone's heard and listened to and we communicate a lot more than we used to, and it works because – even though we all have different personalities, we have the same ambitions, and goals, and at the end of the day, when it comes to the band, we're as one." "Are there groups within the bands though? Like, the two of you on one side and…." "No there are no groups," Rob shook his head, interrupting the question. "But if there were though," I shook my head no with a chuckle, "it wouldn't be what you think. It'd be more like me and Dylan on one side, like being super conscientious and working hard…" "And me and Jordan on the other," Rob continued, knowing what I'd say, "just having fun and ruining all your hard work." I nodded, "and Damon would be kind of navigating the middle with Rachel, wouldn't he?" "Yeah…," Rob nodded, letting out a small chuckle. "So there are groups." Everyone laughed and after a short pause, she spoke, "How hard is it to date Robbie Myers?" Ellen asked me. "Uh – it's not, I, I don't – I don't date him," I mumbled, shaking my head. Rob laughed and Ellen looked at me with a confused look. "You don't?" "No, he's not allowed around me," I said. "You broke up with him, didn't you?" Rob asked me. "I did, I did break up with him," I nodded. "He has to stay out of the relationship now," Rob joked. She laughed and seemed to understand what we meant. So, that’s it!” she clasped her hands together and gave us a long stare. “You guys are a married couple now!” “We are indeed!” Rob nodded, smiling. She smiled back at him, “That wedding,” she said with a happy sigh, “Can we watch it?” she asked, “Have you seen it?” she asked the audience, “Can we watch it?” she asked us again, kind of begging. “No, we can’t!” I said while everyone was still clapping. “No? We can’t?” Ellen repeated, “He said we can’t.” she pouted, “It was beautiful, so, congratulations. You brought tears to everyone’s eyes, you certainly brought tears to my eyes.” “Yeah, thank you,” I said kindly. “Look, we’re all so glad that you two are happy and married, and now, evidently, you’re gonna continue producing music and making your millions of fans very happy.” “That’s the plan,” I agreed. After a short pause, she said, “Now, let’s talk about the wedding for a moment! Because I was actually very surprised, and I think everyone was, that it happened the way that it did.” “Yeah, so was I,” Rob told her with a grin. “So were you?!” she exclaimed with a small laugh, placing her hand over his, “Was it really a surprise for you, you weren't expecting it at all?" Rob shook his head no and she continued, "Which was incredible. Plus, you two usually keep your relationship quite private and I know you like to control what you share on social media and you’re uncomfortable with flaunting your relationship in public so it was - wonderful to be able to witness such a special moment in your life,” she told us with a lot of emotion. “Yes,” Rob nodded, putting his arm around my shoulders, “it was a very special moment for the both of us and we wouldn’t change a thing,” he said. He placed a small kiss on my cheek and squeezed my shoulder before taking his arm away. "Yes, It was wonderful. And can I just ask? Sorry if I'm spoiling," she said to her audience then spoke to us, "I've especially loved that you had a ribbon wrapped and tied around your hands. Was that an Irish thing to do? I'd never seen that before." "Yes, it's actually called a hand-fasting," I answered, "and it's, like, an ancient Celtic tradition." "Yes, he just modernized it a bit," Rob added with a grin, since a rainbow ribbon had been used. "And the song," she said talking to the audience, "so beautiful and unique. Might just surpass 'Marry You' by Bruno Mars," she said with a smile. "Without the dancing then," I joked. "And the theatre too!" she exclaimed. "I have to stop enumerating everything that was so beautiful about that wedding…" "Yeah, I would've never done this in a huge arena," I said to her. "Of course, no, it was the perfect place, and it's a beautiful theater - in your home town, too," Ellen said. "Yeah. We don't play small theatres that often anymore," I said, looking at Rob. "But we love it though. The sound and the atmosphere is so different in a smaller venue. I really wanted the audience to feel like they were a part of it, you know." "I think they were. They definitely were," she smiled and then she announced, "So, now that you're married – and if it’s alright with you, and since you two are, in my opinion, way too secretive...," she said jokingly and Rob laughed. "Well, I know that you get a lot of paparazzi attention," she added, "which you understandably resent, I understand that but – if it’s alright with you,” she repeated, “I’d like to play the Newlywed Game.” "The Newlywed Game, really?" Rob said again. "Come on Ellen, you know us. We do think it’s important to keep some stuff to ourselves but we can definitely talk too much.” “Yeah, I know. Should be fun,” she said in a way that implied she wasn’t giving us a choice. I loved that woman. She handed us a pad and a black pen and kept talking, giving us no time to argue. “So, what I have here,” she said, holding white cards, “are things that your fans have always wanted to know but never dared ask and I’m just gonna place these out in front of you and ask you to read the questions aloud to each other.” “Alright," Rob said, “How many vetoes can we use?” “Uh,” she thought. “one!” “That’s it? Jesus, we’re in trouble, babe,” he said to me as he picked out the first card and read, “Who proposed to whom?” We wrote the answer and turned the boards around. Rob had written, ‘‘Me, three times!” “You proposed three times?” Ellen asked Rob. “Yeah, I’m persistent,” he joked. “Does that mean you said no twice?” she asked me. I laughed, “Technically, I didn’t say no. Plus, he didn’t actually say the words ‘will you marry me?’ the first time.” “Well, yeah, cause I knew you’d freak out,” he laughed. I chuckled, “Yeah, I wasn’t ready,” I told Ellen playfully as I picked out another white card on which the question was, ‘How many tattoos do I have?’ We wrote seven. We actually had both gotten one more just a few weeks before. We then continued answering questions such as, “Who said I love you first?”, “What’s my favorite song to cover?’’, “What’s my idea of a perfect date night?” "What's my favourite drink?" "Who was my first celebrity crush?" Rob looked thoughtful as he tried to find an answer to that last question. "I wish I'd paid attention when you were talking to me about girls," he said with both regret and playfulness. I laughed out loud. He turned his board. He had written Kylie Minogue. I nodded. I did fancy her. "Yeah. Could've been your first clue," he joked. I nodded with a laugh as he picked a new card and read out, “Um, what do I fancy most about you?” Rob smiled and thought about it for a second. As we began writing on the board, I leaned closer to him, “Do not say my butt.” He turned to look at me, “Ohhh,” he complained and erased his board with the back of his hand. Everyone laughed, "Kidding," he said, laughing with them. I thought about what Rob fancied about me and what he might write and then I wrote the word "Passion." He turned his board around, he’d written ‘Creativity’, which was pretty much the same. “Creativity, uh?” Ellen gave a slight frown and tilted her head. “Well, we saw the room…” Rob laughed, “Yeah, definitely creativity. All jokes aside, I love how creative he gets. There are many, many reasons why I love him,” he said, looking at me briefly, “and I think that his creative side is kind of a bonus, but at the same time, I’m not sure I could be with someone who’s not creative and passionate, ‘cause that creative passion is something I’m super attracted to. I mean, really, I could watch him play and write for hours. I’m like… hypnotized. I love that.” We looked at each other with a smile. “That’s so sweet,” Ellen said to me, “is he gonna get it tonight?” “Yeah, he’s gonna get it tonight!” I confirmed, sniggering “What would you have answered?” she asked me. “Uhhm…, probably something like ‘Charisma’.” I said, gazing at Rob, “He’s got like a kind of energy about him that I love, a magnetic sort of energy…. which is why people can’t help but love him I think. He’s got one of those personalities that draws people in… and because he’s got such a big heart and he’s funny and he makes me laugh and well, many other personal reasons…,’ I concluded. Rob giggled and picked another card. “What is my greatest accomplishment as an artist? He wrote, “Playing Glastonbury” and I wrote, “The Grammy Awards’’ “Oh, yeah,” he said, snapping his fingers, “true. I could’ve answered that.” “Yeah. And now that I think about it, I’d also add all the organizations that we work with, especially LGBTQIA+. It’s great to be able to help people and make a difference into their lives,” I explained. Rob agreed, "yes, we've always said that we didn't want to become, like, gay activists – but it's important to play our part and help as much as we can." Ellen nodded and then Rob picked another question, “What’s my favourite workout song?” “Oh, shit, that one’s impossible. Do you even have a favourite? “I don’t know, let’s take a wild guess,” he answered and we obviously wrote different songs so we didn’t get that point but started a conversation on the subject. “I just love listening to music while running, it’s just the best way to pump yourself during a run,” Rob said. “Where do you run? On the treadmill or outside ?” Ellen asked. “Honestly, running on the treadmill is kinda miserable but I can’t always run outside, it depends on where we are.” “Yeah, he runs the risk of turning into Forest Gump". He stared at me. “I believe that was another reference!” I said, smartly. “I believe it was,” he agreed. Another high-five. Ellen smiled. “Now that you have to come back to L.A," she said to Rob, "I hope we'll see you again on the show,” Ellen said. “Of course. You know we love coming here,” he said as I picked another card. “Oooh.” “Veto?” he asked. “Um, what the hell, it’s a sexy question?” I shrugged and looked into his eyes, “What do I have to do to get you in the mood?” His lips turned into a naughty smile and we began writing. As we turned the boards around, Rob read mine and chuckled, “Get shirtless.” “What d’you write?” I asked and read his aloud, “Cook? Yeah…” “Cook shirtless!” he exclaimed and added the word ‘shirtless’ onto his board, “There, cook shirtless and he gets laid for sure,” he told Ellen. “That’s all it takes?” Ellen asked me. “That’s all it takes!” I confirmed. “Well, yeah, he’s hot and I like good food,” Rob said nonchalantly. “Is he a good cook?” Ellen asked. “He’s a very good cook,” Rob replied. "He can pretty much do anything in the kitchen." "Yeah, I can do anything in the kitchen." I smiled. "Any-thing," I added naughtily. Rob laughed and Ellen picked up the naughty vibe. "I don’t think we’ve ever seen you shirtless.” I let out a small laugh, “Oh, I’m sure there are a couple of pictures showing both of us shirtless on a beach somewhere.” “Are there?” The audience confirmed that there weren’t any. There were some, I knew, but I played along. “Gotta leave them wondering.” “I’m just saying, we’ve seen Robbie shirtless a countless number of times, so…,” she raised her eyebrows. “So?” I repeated. “He won’t take his shirt off that easily, Ellen!” Rob laughed. She pulled a fifty banknote out of her pocket and smiled, “I’ll give you fifty bucks if you take you shirt off!” I looked at Rob briefly and then back at Ellen. “Oh ok!” I shrugged nonchalantly and stood up to take my tee off. The audience cheered, laughed and clapped. I dropped my tee-shirt on the floor and took the note from her hand as she handed it to me. “I wouldn’t mind having this in my kitchen!” Ellen said to Rob, checking me out. “Hey, I’m not complaining!” Rob responded. “This is nice,” Ellen said to the audience, “Don’t you think they should play all of their concerts shirtless from now on.” “Nah, the guitar strap, like, hurts my skin!” I said, then I shoved the note into my jeans pocket and said to Rob as I sat back down, “easiest fifty bucks I’ve ever made.” Rob stared at me, amused, “Who are you?” he asked playfully. “And what did you do with my boyfriend?” I finished his sentence. He raised his eyebrows at me. “Boyfriend?” he asked assertively. “Boyfriend?” he repeated. I kept a straight face and stared into his eyes, “Yeah, ‘cos I’m your husband now!” His lips formed a small smile, “Nice save,” he said and I waited for him to look back at Ellen. She had that cheeky smile on her face and I just grimaced, which made her smile more. Rob picked my tee-shirt up and placed it over my chest, “Put this back on,” he said jokingly as he pretended to hide my torso with it. I did and he picked another card. “Jeez, it’s getting hot in here!” he said sexily and read the question. “What is my favorite time to have sex?” he asked. I nodded, “Yeah, I think I would’ve used my veto on this one,” I laughed, pulling my tee shirt over my stomach. He raised his brows at me and pretended to start writing to see whether or not I wanted to answer. “Well, actually,” I said, snapping my fingers, “I know what my favorite time to have sex is,” I said, “cause it’s your least favorite time to have sex.” Rob frowned and placed his hand over his chest, “I have a least favorite time to have sex?” he asked dubiously. I nodded, chuckling. He thought about it. “Ohhh… yeah ok, I’m giving it a go,” he said and began writing. “So, apparently,” Ellen said to the camera, “we’re changing the question to what is Robbie’s least favorite time to have sex.” We laughed and turned our boards around. We had both written, “Middle of the night.” “Yeah, when I’m already sleeping,” Rob said. “C’mon, it’s a nice way to be woken up!” I exclaimed. “Yeah, it’s a great way to be woken up, when it’s like… at least 9am, ‘cause you know when is a good time to have sex… any other time of the day, literally, any other time!” “Slut,” I joked. “Ellen’s having fun right now,” he said as he looked at her smiling. We laughed and she smiled wickedly before saying, “Only two more left.” Rob picked the last of my cards and read, “When did I know I was gay?” I had to think about it for a second. “You know what,” I told Rob, “I don’t think I can answer that for you. I can definitely answer that for myself though.” “Yeah,” he shook his head softly, “me neither. There’s really no specific moment. I mean, I remember having so many boy crushes growing up, but I can’t say - this is when I knew!” I nodded. “Yeah, I understand that,” Ellen said, then looked at me. “Yeah. It was different for me. I think I knew that I was gay when I realised I’d fallen in love with you,” I said, looking at Rob, “’Cause I was happy being with girls, and having a girlfriend.” I explained to Ellen, “But then, when we got together - it felt … different, the connection was different and when I kind of allowed myself to acknowledge my feelings then, something just clicked in my head, and . . . I knew.” Rob gave me a sweet smile. “Alright, the last one,” he said as he picked the last remaining card. “How many kids do I want?” he asked, chuckling. “Have we had this conversation?” I asked under my breath. In fact, the subject would sometimes come up when we were chatting with friends. I wrote “one or two” and Rob had written “one.” “Just one?” Ellen asked. “That’s more than you want,” Rob told Ellen jokingly. “I love kids,” she responded. “I absolutely love kids, I think kids are our future, other people’s kids!” We laughed. “So, you’d like to have kids?” she asked. “Maybe, yeah,” I answered, “I know some artists do it, but if I ever have a kid, I want to be totally available, and right now our career takes so much space that I can’t imagine how a child could even fit into our lives.” “Yeah, we’ll see when the other three have kids, how that will work,” Rob added. “You imagine Jordan having kids anytime soon?” I asked Rob, raising an eyebrow. He laughed, "Yeah, that’s unlikely. But I do find the idea of having a child intriguing. Because, I mean, you know, that overwhelming feeling of love that you get when you look at the person that you truly love,” he said and looked at me lovingly, “I think that’s a feeling that must be multiplied – or at least just as strong - when you have a child. I think it’s something that ought to be experienced.” “Well, believe me when I say this, your child will be very lucky to have you two as parents,” Ellen concluded, thanked us for playing along and began presenting our album for a bit of promotion before we played on the set. "So, are you gonna play 'Adventure Of A Lifetime' acoustically for us now?" "Yep, we sure are," I smiled because I was going to use Dolly, my new Dobro Resophonic. "Wonderful!" —------ “The stage looks so good from here!” I said to Rob a few hours later, looking up at the stage our team of roadies had finished setting up. We were sitting on the C-stage, at the end of the long runway - what the techs called the B-stage - looking back towards the main one, trying to imagine how it would feel to be here in a few hours. The C-stage gave us the illusion of being out amongst the audience and we'd come to love it. We were very involved in all the creative decisions so a lot of options were constantly left open. Consequently, the stage was regularly evolving. Thankfully, the staging company we worked with was flexible and responded well under pressure, although they did tell us to bugger off a few times when we suggested what seemed to us very reasonable ideas but was a “no way in hell, that's not possible,” to them. I took a picture, which I shared on Instagram saying, “Our stage has never looked so good. Back at the Rose Bowl, let’s do this Los Angeles!!!” “We have an hour to kill, don’t we?” Rob whispered into my ear, “I bet the stage looks even better from the press boxes!” “Yeah, I’m sure it does,” I said, faking being jaded. "Well, wouldn't you like to find out?’’ “I’m alright,” I answered with a shrug. “C’mon,’’ he teased, smiling, "I already have a boner!’’ I giggled, “You’ve got some weird sexual fantasies.” He smiled slyly, "I've got weird sexual fantasies???!" I simply grinned. “We got nothing better to do. Let’s do something exciting!” “Babe, we can have sex wherever you want, just not up there!" He gazed at me with seductive eyes, and I knew that, despite being ambivalent, there was horniness in mine. “Why not up there? You’d rather go in the dressing room and stick to what you know?” he teased me playfully. “Yeah,” I responded, nodding my head, “Must be why I stuck with you for so long,” I joked. “Oh, really?" he asked in a mock-serious tone, "You mean, it’s not because I’m so hot and fun and you love me so much?” I shrugged playfully. “Okay, sexy,” he huffed, pretending to give up “fair enough.” He was quiet for a short moment, “Well… I’m gonna go up there anyway,” he said and looked up, “just to enjoy the view.” he slowly stood up, not forgetting to readjust his boner for me to see. “Qui m’aime me suive!” he announced in French. “Oh, for crying out loud!” I exclaimed, I watched him walk up the runway for a moment and then finally stood up to follow him. He smiled as I caught up with him. “If anybody sees us…” ‘‘Nobody’s gonna see us.” “Yeah, well, you say that now…” “Come on, this way,” he gestured as he moved his hand onto my upper back. We quickly went past a couple of roadies that were working on the left side of the stage, “Wait, where you going?” one of them asked. It was John, a fifty-five-year-old roadie who had been working with us for a long time and who, we knew, did his job meticulously. “Backstage,” Rob answered and we walked faster, almost running, before he could ask us to do whatever it was that he obviously wanted us to do. “Can you spare some time for me?” John called and we had no choice but to turn around and talk to him. “Um, sure,” Rob answered reluctantly and I laughed to myself, knowing he was hard and that it was the last thing he wanted to do. From then on, he began a lesson about our instruments, microphones, screens, apps that we knew would go on and on and on. “Give me your phone…,” he said into my ear because he knew I had it with me. “Why?” "Cuz I’m trying to get us laid.” He then pretended to receive a phone call and walked away from us so we couldn’t hear distinctly what he was saying. John was nice but he seemed to feel the compulsive need to repeat himself to make sure everything would go as planned. I already knew everything he was telling me and I wasn’t sure why he was saying all of this to me again. It wasn’t as if the stage was anything different at the Bowl. I was getting bored and was now actually really looking forward to fooling around with Rob. After a good five minutes Rob came back and said that Tom needed to see us, which allowed me to slip away from the lesson. "Fancy a jam before soundcheck?" John asked me. "Yeah, yeah, count me in! I'll be right back, alright," I told him. As Rob led the way, I asked, "how are we supposed to get the press boxes without being seen, are they even open?” He grinned. “I said I wanted to do something exciting, I didn’t say I wanted to do something spontanous. I’ve already made sure we could get inside.” —– “Woah,” I exclaimed looking through the bank of sliding windows that ran the length of the press box, “the windows are so clean.” “I know. It’s almost as if there weren’t any, exciting,” he said sexily, wrapping his arms around me and crushing his lips against my cheek. I turned around to kiss him, his lips were warm and full, and mine were quickly responsive. “Have I ever told you how fucking hot you are?” he whispered intensely. “You’ve mentioned it,” I replied through our kisses. “Have I ever told you how hard you make me?” I nodded, my teeth playing with his bottom lip. “Rob,” I began protesting again but I wasn’t quite sure why anymore, maybe to make the moment sexier, “I really don’t think it’s a good idea to fool around here,” I said quietly, although I was struggling to come up with a reason why we couldn’t. "Why not?” he asked, his tongue darting out then lightly biting my lips, "I’m sure the ghosts won’t mind missing this show,” he joked. Indeed, despite feeling super inspired in our hotel room, I also felt super horny, but then again, writing music would always get me a bit worked up. “They can watch tomorrow,” he murmured and started kissing me hard again, his hands sliding up my sides. He was wearing a red, short-sleeved shirt that had the logo of the band on the front, and my hands quickly moved under it, feeling the hard mounds of his abdomen. "You mean, they can watch tonight…” I said, wiggling my brows. “Are you not letting me sleep again tonight?” he jokingly complained. I giggled, “I can’t help it, it’s the room. I can’t believe you don’t feel it.” “Well, I don’t.” I shrugged, "You're not connected to your spiritual side," I placed a quick kiss over his lips then added inquisitively, "are you trying to tire me out?" He laughed, “Yeah, I’m not sure I want to get fucked in front of a ghost again. That’s too creepy.” I furrowed my eyebrows, "But fooling around in here is fine? He nodded positively. I chuckled, “Someone’s gonna know we’re in here,” I said, sounding like I knew I was losing the battle, “I don’t want to get kicked out of the Rose Bowl, imagine the headline!" I joked. "What’s life without a little bit of risk?” he laughed. "Now whip it out.” I opened my mouth to protest, but then stopped and gave a slight shrug. My hands moved slowly toward my waist, my eyes locked on his. I unbuckled the belt I was wearing and slowly began unbuttoning my tight, button-fly jeans. With that accomplished, I hooked my thumbs inside my boxer-briefs and began to slide them, along with my jeans, down my thighs, my eyes never leaving his, my lips fixed in a sly grin. He looked down as my cock made its appearance. I wasn’t hard, but the long shaft was already plumped and ready for action. “I’m guessing you’re a little more excited than you want to let on,” he said with a grin. “Me?” I said innocently, "Come on, Rob. This isn’t exactly something we haven’t done before." He gave me a little wink, and I found it hard to keep from giggling. I wanted this moment to be sexy and hot, but it was hard to act erotically with someone I knew so well. Trying to get myself more into character, I looked down at his boner and asked him if that was for me. "Yeah,” he replied with such a sly look I wished I could have snapped a picture, he was always better at this than I was, "yeah, it’s for you," he said and wrapped his hand around my shaft. "What do you want me to do with this?” he asked, as if he didn’t know. I stared intensely into his eyes, “I want you to suck it.” He looked at me, slightly shocked to see that I wasn’t smiling. His cool green eyes turned warm and I could tell he liked the fact that it was getting hot, “Ok. ” He got down on his knees and lightly pressed his face into the crease where my pelvis met my leg. He kissed my soft skin, feeling my smooth cock against his cheek as he moved lower, his tongue reaching out to lap at my sack. He moved back and forth between my shaved balls, his lips and tongue causing my cock to rise to attention Then he began licking at the base of my cock, his tongue running up the sides before he made his way up and over it. Rob gasped a bit as he took the head into his mouth, his tongue running around the ridge that separated it from the shaft. My hands began to move through his hair and as he started taking me deeper and deeper, I turned my head around to watch the stage, I was now very turned on by where we were. When I looked back down at him, he was working my cock at a faster pace. God, he drove me crazy. I could have had a million lovers and no one would have turned me on this much. Of that I was positive. He moved back and forth on my cock quickly, until my short pubes tickled his nose and he began deep-throating me. His technique was, as usual, perfect. He applied a lot of suction and kept my cock buried into his mouth, barely moving back up before going back down. If he was trying the suck the life out of me, he was doing a pretty great job. The pressure of his tongue against my shaft felt amazing and waves of pleasure kept rolling through my body. “Oh man!” I sighed, "This feels so good. Ohhh.” For some reason, my moaning made him slid his mouth off of my shaft and he raised himself back to a standing position. “Did I say you could stop?” I asked and he suddenly looked very innocent. “No,” he said, trying to catch his breath, “but I don’t want you to cum." "Oh no?" “Well, I want you to cum, but not ‘til after I’ve fucked you.” “Wha… ?”, I looked at him, surprised, “But we can’t,” I said, becoming a bit apprehensive again. He pulled a small bottle of lube out of his pocket. "Slut," I laughed. I stood there looking at it, my jeans now around my ankles, my cock standing at attention below my tight tee. “But of course if you don’t want to,” he began, not sure if I was maybe not feeling like it. I took a few deep breaths, looking back and forth between him and the pit of the stadium. “Are you sure no one can see us?” I asked. He just stared at me, nodded slightly and smiled mischievously. “Then fuck it,” I said, getting more and more turned on. "I mean, fuck me." Rob grinned at me and then he turned a chair around and placed it close the desk beside me. I quickly took my jeans completely off and Rob squeezed a few drops of lube on his fingers before smearing it on his cock. "C'mon, turn round babe," he said. I put one knee on the chair and he poured some more lube on his fingers. He brought them between my butt cheeks and I felt the cold liquid teasing my boyhole. His middle finger circled my pucker and he pushed the lubed tip inside me. Then his hands grabbed my hips firmly and I felt his cockhead against my hole. "Look out there,” Rob said quietly. "Look at the stage!" I bent over the shelf-style desk the press would be using later, I laid my forearms on it knowing how I would look to Rob. “Fuck me but you’re gorgeous,” he breathed as his hands massaged my ass at the same time gently pulling the cheeks apart to expose my eager hole. My body shuddered as his cockhead pressed harder against my hole. He was teasing me and he knew what he was doing. He began opening me up deliciously and I moaned as more and more of his cock entered me. He took his time feeding his hard-on inside my willing ass, I relaxed wanting to enjoy the feeling of being filled by him. "Oh, you feel so good, I love how tight you feel. I need to fuck you so bad right now," he said, teasing himself. "Then what're you waiting for?" In truth we should have readied ourselves for a real quickie, after all we couldn’t lock the press-box door and we had no idea how long it’d be before the venue staff turned up to ready the room but that wasn’t the mood we were in. He pulled his dick out for a few seconds then entered me again, pushing a few more inches inside my shute this time and I shuddered again. He felt so good that I reached my hand behind him and grabbed his butt to force more of his dick inside me. Gently, he pulled out again but when he pushed back, he did it all the way. I savoured the feeling and before he started moving he placed his hand under my chin and brought my face to his. I turned a little so that we could kiss. I squeezed his shaft with my hole and he groaned and moaned in my mouth. “You know what would be frigging brilliant right now?” he asked and immediately answered his own question, “If we could be fucking up here and all the while watching videos of our best performances on those huge screens. I remember the first time we were there to see the crew doing that to make sure everything was set up right. It was freaking brilliant to see you like the audience in the pit does, looking all handsome and perfect and gorgeous. Gave me an instant boner,” he chuckled as he began slowly pistoning in and out. We began making out again. Rob locked his lips against mine and began fucking me faster and harder. When we broke our liplock, I spoke, “Yeah that'd be really cool, I could watch you while you fuck me,” he pulled his cock almost completely out and I pushed back against him and felt the head of his cock slide back into me. My own cock was throbbing and demanding attention but I kept squeezing the base to stop my orgasm building too soon, just in case I might have enough time to fuck Rob. I just kept imagining him sitting on the desk I was leaning on, well more like leaning back against the glass with his ass at the edge and his knees over my shoulders as I pummelled his hole until my jizz filled him. I felt Rob's hands grip my hips to keep me still and he pistoned into me. He kept hitting my prostate and I groaned in pleasure. It was when I turned my head and look over my left shoulder to tell him how good it felt and watch the look of lust he always had on his face when he fucked me that it happened. The double doors to the press-suite were to my left and I was sure I’d glimpsed a fuzzy shadow in the frosted-glass panel of one of them. A person-shaped shadow. I froze a little and concentrated on what I thought I'd seen. "What is it?" Rob asked. I didn't speak for a second and Rob slowed down his thrusts. "Nothing, I thought I heard something," I said anxiously. “S’ok, relax, no one's here." I stopped myself from looking again, "yeah, yeah, no one's here," I said, trying to convince myself that it was true. Rob slipped into a slow easy rhythm and wasn’t about to stop anyway so I went back to doing what I loved, which was making out with him. We stared into each other's eyes intently as he kept thrusting into me and then I went in for a kiss. I could feel his whole body connect with mine as we made love, from his cock, to his hands and arms, to his lips and tongue. "I love you baby," he said, verbalizing what we were both thinking. We kissed some more and when Rob broke off the kiss, I swallowed hard and instead of turning my body to look back at the stage, I suddenly felt the need to look behind us, a strong feeling of being watched overcoming me again. "Stop looking, no one's there," Rob said and laid his body over my back to keep me down – he’d even pulled off his tee so I could feel his smooth, hard torso pressed to me. “Rob, I swear there’s somebody out there!" “Ok but first look out there,” he pointed towards the stage. I looked to where he was pointing. As if by magic the massive side-screens were filled with images of our gig in Cologne from our last tour, we were playing “In my place”; although it was from our early days, our fans still wanted to hear it and it always went down well because Rob and I would always stay together on the runway and flirt a bit. Before the song ended, the image changed to the one time I'd sung "Ink" for him on stage. “I loved that moment,” Rob murmured as he nuzzled my neck, his cock still sliding in and out of my ass, faster and harder. I could now feel his ballsack slapping against my skin. Before I knew it, the image had changed again, we were still in London, the one time we’d played "Every Teardrop is A Waterfall" our coming out song for the first time. By now I’d forgotten where we were, how vulnerable to being discovered we were, that I’d thought I’d seen someone outside, because I was watching my man on those enormous screens; Now, he was singing our most recent ballad "Amazing Day" on the C-stage and again, I was right next to him, playing it on electric guitar. He was behind me and had wrapped his arm around my shoulders as he sang it to me. "Ohhh," I moaned. "Fuck, you're driving me crazy." "So are you," he responded. Rob’s thrusts were becoming deeper, firmer, the ridge of his cockhead scraping over my prostate more often than not and I felt myself getting closer. I knew Rob's climax wasn’t far away either – about as far away as the song’s crescendo and I wanted to feel him orgasm inside me. Then the music stopped and I looked at the screens, the image came back and now he was leading the crowd as they sang along to “Fix You” and I couldn’t get enough of it. "Oh yeah, Rob, fuck," I groaned and turned to kiss him again. "Don 't stop, I want you to cum inside me!" "Yeah?" "Yeah, please, I need your cum inside me!" "Let's cum together," he said as he started going over the edge. "You're ready?" "I am! "C'mon blow it baby!" he encouraged. “Oh fuck!” was the last thing he said before his hot spunk fountained inside me and fireworks filled the screen. “Oh yeah!” I cried. Rob reached round to fist my pole and jerk me hard and I wasn't able to resist. My orgasm overtook my whole body and I felt my sphincter quiver against his cock. "Yeah, yeah, that's it, enjoy it," he moaned and kept my shaft pointing straight at my body so that my jizz would shoot on my stomach. I shuddered and I was so overcome with pleasure that I had to close my eyes to enjoy my orgasm to the fullest and I stopped looking at the screens. When I stopped jerking, it took me a moment to catch my breath. “Holy fucking hell!” I gasped eventually, “That’s got to be some of the hottest sex we’ve ever had.” “Wasn’t it just,” he agreed, as his breathing calmed too. "Here," he said after he had pulled out of me. He handed me a couple of tissues that he had fortunately taken with him and I used them to wipe the cum already licking out. I was about to use another one to wipe the cum off my chest but Rob stopped me. "Let me..," he said. He pushed me down on the chair and knelt in front of me. After giving my stomach a few kisses, his tongue began licking my skin and soon, he was slurping up my cum. I expected him to swallow but instead, he raised himself up and gave me a wet kiss, sticking his tongue in my mouth and feeding me my own cum. "Mmm," I moaned as we kissed. "It was so good," I said after we'd swallowed. Rob looked at me in the eye and I looked right back at him. We didn't say anything for a few seconds and then we immediately cracked up. We were soon laughing uncontrollably, Rob wiping away his tears of laughter as we began walking out of the press box. “Come on babe, time to get back to work.” “It will never be work,” I smirked, “and now whenever I catch sight of you on the video screens I’m gonna remember this. Instant personal porn,” I giggled just before he pulled open one of the doors. At that same moment I saw Nick trotting up the last flight of stairs directly facing us across the wide landing. “Oh hi,” he said, one corner of his mouth lifting in a small smile making that cute dimple pop, he’d stopped short of the top step, “people were starting to ask where you were and I’d heard Rob say he wanted to come up here. I figured you wanted a bit of peace before the madness kicked off so I thought I’d come have a quick peek to see if you did.” As if to confirm what he’d said both our mobiles chimed, the messages we got from Dylan were identical, “Where the hell are you? Tom’s getting seriously hacked off. Checks start 20 mins so get your arses back here. Double pronto!” “On our way.” Rob immediately shot back. As we’d been dealing with Dylan’s message Nick had been speaking into his radio, “Yeah, they were already on their way back they’d just been having a wander round the arena I reckon,” I heard him say, “I think they’ve been admiring the view from the press-suite.” Rob and I couldn’t look at each other, “So how was it?” Nick asked, “The view.” I knew I was blushing, for a moment I’d started to think it had been Nick walking past the press-box doors and that he’d sussed what we’d been doing but his nonchalant attitude said otherwise. “Outstanding!” Rob replied, with a snigger. Nick walked back through the arena with us, “Thought I’d best escort them back so they didn’t get lost,” he called to Tom as we approached the stage. “Well timed,” Dylan put in as he sat at his piano, “let’s do this folks.” --- When we got to our dressing room after the stage-checks, I immediately talked to Rob about Nick. “Fuck, the more I think about it, the more I think it was Nick I saw when we were in the press box... I dunno, he was acting all weird with me during the checks..." "Well that's kind of hot, if it was him...," He gave me a slightly smug sly smile, knowing almost, as he threw himself down beside me on the large comfortable sofa, “So you’d still like us to, with him?” "I don't know babe. I think that's just the way he is. He's just a flirt. We're supposed to be working with him for another three months at least and he’s the best frigging tech I’ve ever had," I said shaking my head. " Flirting with him's fun but I don't want to make things weird." "You know I think you may be right..." "About what?" "About him watching us!" "Did you see him too?" I asked, perplexed. “Actually,” he gave me another one of those small smiles, “I didn't. But – Who d’you think helped me get the gig films running when they did?” “Excuse me?" Rob giggled. “Remember when you were having that back-line feedback problem at the Philadelphia gig last week? Well while you and Steve were doing battle with the amps, Nick heard me telling Rach that I’d always wanted to see the stage from an arena press-suite. Then Rach went to sort out something for Damon and Nick came over and said to me that he’d do his best to set it up, if I really wanted it to happen, so of-course I said yes. Well he got his head together with Steve and they asked Rach which tracks we’d probably want to see and a few days later he told me they could do it and that it’d be here. The hot sex possibilities quickly became apparent,” he giggled. “Have I ever told you how absolutely fucking amazing you are?” I smiled, stroking his face. “Not recently,” he giggled, “by the way happy anniversary. Not a bad way to celebrate the release of "A Message" and moving into our first home together I reckon.” “Oh my god! Yes, it’s eight years this month since then.” I pulled Rob to me and wrapped my arms around him, “I wonder if I can arrange another celebration for later, you know, for the ghosts!” “And you had the cheek to call me a slut you tart,” he smiled before my lips touched his. I laughed. "And you wanna know something else?" I raised by brows at him. "I really think he goes both way!" “And how the hell did you find that out?” I asked nonchalantly. “Pretty easily actually. When he told me he and Steve had sorted things for it to happen here I mentioned the coincidence of it being the month we moved to London then I said something about him being on the road for so long must be tough on his marriage and that we were lucky ‘cos of being married to each other so we didn’t need to spend so long apart. And he said that it was him going on the road that helped keep them together because they could, and I quote, pursue their own interests.” "You're kidding!" “Nope, he basically implied that he's straight but down the line bi, excusing the pun. He said he never gets emotionally connected to a guy, never wanted a guy-guy relationship. His wife, Liz is the same with gals and apparently, she’s into some different aspects of the fetish stuff so she’s got a couple of female friends with benefits to do that with." "Fuck!" I exclaimed with wide-opened eyes. "I can't believe he actually told you all that." Rob nodded, just as surprised. "Okay...that’s some kind of open marriage they’ve got there, good for them I say... Do you really think he was watching when I thought I'd seen someone?" "Well, I dunno, but he definitely knew what we were doing!" Rob sniggered. I just stared at him for a short moment. "And I'm getting a boner!"
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    Part 3 Chapter 2

    @ShadowDweller Are you talking about me? oh wait, of course you are, cause I've got this! 🤴 😜 Hot chapter! Let me tell you, someone's gonna get it tonight after what you make me read... or write...edging lol
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    Chapter 16

    😅 @Bard Simpson I've no idea why I seem to like names beginning with D, not done on purpose at all but you're not the first reader to say that because Damon and Damien are too similar. I guess I should have changed their names, but I just couldn't, in my head it wouldn't have been the same people. It's not like I've just made them up recently, they've been in my head for over ten years so, nope, not changing their names, just couldn't do it! Glad you liked 'Sparks' - it's not the last time it gets mentioned in the story. I love to know that you've listened to the songs Mark's the main narrator in this story, and I know readers like him, but he's not perfect... I've always wanted him to be a bit damaged.
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    Chapter 15

    @Bard Simpsonyou are a victim of your own insight indeed. True, Mark should have gone with Rob, it wouldn't have been the sensible thing to do... but then if he had, it woud have been no fun for me to write! 😜
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    PART 3 - Chapter 14

    @Bard Simpson I don't know if it was clever, but at the time, I was only writing this story to keep myself entertained and I already had a story line in mind. I didn't find it interesting enough to write several chapters about Rob's issues or Mark's lack of support and drag the story out. Plus I was really looking forward to write what comes next!
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    Chapter 26 - The new guy

    "Are you gonna be able to not let anything on?" Rach asked me as soon as I ended my call to Rob's mother. I let out an anxious huff. "I have to stop thinking about it for now. I think I need some time to realize this is actually happening." She wiggled her eyebrows happily. "Why did I have to talk to you about it?" I complained jokingly. She let out a giggle. "Cause you knew that if you did – you'd have to go through with it. Now it's on!" she beamed. "Crap!" “Come on, don't start panicking yet!" she joked. We hugged briefly, “I know I've told you this a million times but I’m so glad you forgave me, I hated myself for hurting you,” I whispered. “I know," she confirmed, "didn’t then, do now. It was easy to forgive you in the end, it’s just so damned obvious that you and Rob belong together. But at least I’ll always be able to say you loved me first,” she giggled. "Still do," I said. She smiled. "I love you too." She rubbed my back for a short moment, then said, "Go on. Go and turn yourself into my pal the rock-god mega-star!” “What am I the rest of the time?” I asked as we let go of each other and began walking back toward the stage. “Just my pal, obviously.” --- The guys were already getting ready for the stage-checks we were about to do. Rob rapidly came over to me. He placed both his hands on my shoulders and made me take a few steps backwards. "Gotta talk to you," he said, then looked at Rachel who was standing next to me. “Enjoyed your girl-time?” he asked us. Rachel and I looked at each other, unsure of what to say, she nodded and made a funny face as she tried to find something to say, "Yes – yes – definitely – definitely one of our best!" she stammered playfully. Rob looked at her with suspicious eyes. "What’ve you been doing?” I asked to change the subject. He glanced around briefly and then he looked at me again, “Checking out the new guy," he said in a whisper. "his name’s Nick by the way.” "Oh… And?” I asked with obvious curiosity. Rachel shook her head, "You guys are incorrigible!" she exclaimed laughingly. Rob and I watched her as she walked away from us and then Rob said, “So I was talking to Tom when his phone rang and quite coincidentally we weren’t far from where Nick was setting up your guitar racks and getting your guitars ready," he began explaining, sort of whispering, "when Tom ended the call, he obviously wasn’t happy so I asked what the problem was, turns out the guy who drove us here’s come down with a stomach bug and he’s had to go back to their hotel." "Oh, that sucks." "Yeah. But wait," he interrupted me with a smile. "Straightaway Nick pipes up and says he'd be happy to dep in. Apparently, he studied In Japan so he’s not afraid of getting behind the wheel here. Tom went off to check all the insurance stuff so I got a chance to have a quick chat with Nick before Steve came over." Steve was our head sound and light engineer he’d worked on all our big tours, if he was good with this Nick guy taking over from Calvin so was I. “So what did you talk about, the weather?" I asked eagerly, "And what happened about the driving?” “Tom said all’s good for Nick taking over as our chauffeur,” he said with mischief. I let out a laugh, “Well, at least we'll have the opportunity to get to know him on the run back to the hotel." Rob turned around again to look at what the new guy was doing. Obviously he was waiting for us to start the sound-check so Rob grabbed my hand and we began walking closer to him. He smiled, holding out a hand to me as soon as I got within arm's reach. “Hello, I'm so happy to meet you. I’m Nick, Calvin’s replacement but you probably know that already,” he said, casting a swift small smile toward Rob. Up close he was even better-looking than I’d first thought. “Yeah, Rob told me.” “I don’t mean to worry you, but it looks like I’m really being thrown in at the deep end tonight." "Are you?" "The original plan was for Jamie to dep in for Calvin as your guitar-tech for the next couple of gigs to give me a chance to observe the guitar change-overs and I’d be working side-stage monitoring with Shelley but she’s come down with the same thing that your driver’s got. Jamie told Steve he’d rather stick with the monitoring given the circumstances and Steve knows my speciality’s the guitar work anyway so as of now I’m your go-to guy! "Alright, works for me," I smiled. "I’ve been studying the set list, Calvin left me his notes for the changeovers and I think I’ve got the tunings noted but if you could find time to go through it with me later it’d be a big help.” “We could do it before we start the checks,” I offered. “No, I don’t want to interrupt your usual routine, I’ll watch and listen and hopefully afterwards I’ll get a chance to reassure you that I know what I’m doing.” The devil on my shoulder was giggling and asking what else he might know how to do, fortunately the angel on the other one was reminding me that he was married. At the same time, I noticed Rob’s lips twitch and I just knew that his own devil was doing the same thing as mine. At that precise moment Steve called for everybody’s attention and told us that it was time to go to work. Nick grinned at us and a dimple popped in his right cheek – this guy was getting hotter by the minute! He was as good as his word and as the sound-check progressed he never moved from the bank of back-line speakers closest to me; I saw him making notes on his tablet each time I swapped guitars. When Dylan, Jord and Damon left the stage Rob came to stand beside me and waved Nick over, “So now you know how disorganised we are when left to our own devices,” Rob chuckled. “Yeah, I had been warned,” Nick grinned, the dimple putting in another appearance, “seriously, though, would you mind if I swapped a couple of things around? Let me show you.” He explained the changes, he wanted to make. Rob and I watched transfixed as Nick picked up my Telecaster, the guitar I always opened with, and perfectly played the final chords of “Adventure Of A Lifetime” before setting the instrument on its stand and reaching for my Les Paul; he shook his head slightly and his brows furrowed after he’d gone through the last notes of “Every Tear Is A Waterfall” then put the Gibson aside to swap to my Stratocaster. He went through all the changes in order and then did the same with Rob’s smaller array of guitars, including continuing to play the last few bars of music that came before each change. “I’d bet,” he mused as he returned Rob’s acoustic to its rack, “that as you’ve added more axes, you’ve just extended the line, yes?” “Well, yeah, I suppose so,” I replied, nor sure where he was going with this question. “Hmm, well, if I were to swap the racks for the Tele and the Strat, then move the acoustic over and put the Les Paul between the Fenders they’d be in some semblance of a logical order. Oh, and your tuning’s off, I’ll double-check the Tele against Jordan’s bass and Rob’s Strat, but I think you’re putting out 438 not 440 on the Tele.” My jaw dropped, the man had no auto-tuner to hand yet he’s been so precise in his pronouncement, “How the freaking hell can you tell? Did you check before we came out and not re-tune?” “No, I picked up the change in it about halfway through the sound check, I’ll take a look at your machine-heads and pickups and I’ll re-string it. I’ve got perfect pitch, so it sort of stands out to me,” he laughed, “I’ll check them again before you go on, word is the humidity’s going to change quite a bit tonight so it’ll probably affect the strings.” My eyebrows rose as I looked at Rob, this guy really did know his stuff and apparently was also able to help run the side-stage mixing for our in-ear fold-back. “Cheers, um, well, look, as long as I get the right guitar, for the right song, in the right tuning I’ll leave the rest to you,” I laughed. “Trust me, it’s my job to keep you guys happy,” he smiled. Gaydar! Was he flirting with us? “I’m sure you will,” Rob smiled, and I knew that he was thinking the same thing - again. “Come on, leave the man to do his thing, we need to get ready to do ours,” Rob said to me. I was sure I’d heard Nick mutter, “If you need any help,” but he was crouching down to look at the Tele’s pick-ups, so I couldn’t be certain. As soon as we got off the stage we all but ran to our dressing-room, I quickly closed and locked the door having virtually thrown Rob into the room. “Hundred and fifty per cent straight my ass!” I laughed. “Or rather his,” Rob guffawed. ”Dibs on first go,” I blurted. “Best of three, rock, paper, scissors,” he retorted. "You know I always lose at this game!" I complained. “I know," he grinned. "Here’s the deal! If I win I get to take your ass before we go on stage, just so you don’t feel neglected when I’m fucking Nick later while he sucks you off,” he laughed. "Okay, I'm in," I laughed too and we began playing the game. "You really suck at this!" he said after I'd lost. "Are you still gonna be able to walk on stage tonight?" he joked. “Yeah, yeah, don't worry so much about me. You get the water running, I'll get my butt ready for you!" --- “You do realise,” I said later as we dressed to go on stage, “that we were deciding who would to be doing what to whom when we don’t even know if Nick’s into guys,” I sniggered, pulling on a black tee with the colourful artwork of our last album on the right shoulder and left side. “Aw, come on!” Rob exclaimed, “I know he got your gaydar going as soon as you laid eyes on him – and then the stuff he did and said…," he said looking at me with raised eyebrows. “Well yeah, but the guy’s married Rob, maybe he just flirts a bit.” He smirked playfully, “Well how about we try to give him something to remember us by?” I chuckled, “Look Rob, lusting after him, thinking about the three of us getting together is a bit of fun but realistically this is somebody we’ll be working with to the end of the year or beyond, so maybe we’d best give this some thought before we do anything about it.” “You can be such a buzz killer,” Rob complained. “And besides, didn’t we say no more threesomes?” I shot back. He thought about it, “We said that if the opportunity presented itself then we should really discuss it and set clear boundaries.” I looked intently into his eyes, “That’s true. We did say that.” “We also said that perhaps we should have just one more threesome, before we turn thirty that is." “Sort of,” I put in, I knew he was misquoting himself but I wasn’t going to interrupt him as I wanted to know where he was going with this. Indeed, he had been the one to say we should leave threesomes behind with our twenties. I’d thought then that each of us cheating – however briefly – had had a lot to do with his suggestion. And him getting me to put the word ‘husband’ rather than ‘boyfriend’ into the idea of watching him with another guy had also made me re-think the whole concept. “Well I didn’t necessarily mean not having any after, just that maybe we could wave goodbye to our twenties with one,” he grinned. “Does this mean you might be up for it?” I asked with a grin of my own. “Let’s wait and see. But hey we’ve got the drive back to the hotel to test the water,” Rob giggled. “Yeah, god he’s so attractive. Have you seen that dimple?” “Hey, careful what you say in front of me, I might get jealous.” I tilted my head and pouted at him. “And you know what happens when I get jealous,” he laughed as he walked towards the door. " Very cute dimple though.” . . . . “Any time you’re ready,” Nick said quietly, just after we’d said goodbye to the last of the Japanese music journalists who’d joined the band in the Green Room after the gig. He stood by the door, waiting patiently as we all checked that we’d left nothing behind, ‘idiot checks’ Rachel called them. “So how was it, losing your U-N-I virginity?” Jordan laughed, wrapping his arm around Nick's shoulder as we all walked to the stage door. Rach was leading our party, with Dylan and Damon immediately behind her. They laughed loudly at his words, allowing Rob and me to do the same. “It was even more astounding than I’d been expecting," Nick replied. “Thanks for sorting the problem with the Tele,” I said. “Like I said earlier, it’s my job to keep you guys happy,” he answered. Had he winked? I thought about it for a couple of seconds and decided that it had been a combination of the bad lighting in the corridor and the alcohol I’d consumed, but I wasn’t fully convinced that was the case. “Well you made a damned good start,” Rob told him. “Hey wait a minute, where’s the guy who drove you here?” Jordan asked suspiciously when he noticed Nick getting into the driver’s seat. “He’s come down with the same thing Shelley’s got,” Rob told him. "Wanna continue the game?" "I've got at least five guesses ready for you!" Jordan answered. "Hit me!" Rob said as we climbed into the back of the black Chrysler Aspen. Nick pulled out of the car-park behind the vehicle the rest of our crowd were in, “When were you studying here?” I asked Nick while Rob began playing a game with Jordan on his phone. “I was doing my Master’s degree so about seven or eight years ago, but I’ve been back since mostly for work and a couple of holidays.” “What did you study?” “Metallurgy, I wrote a riveting dissertation on the audio properties of alloys and their changes under stress,” he laughed. “And now you work for a bunch of ding-bats who walked away from education the first chance we got!” Rob laughed. “Yeah, well, what I didn’t tell my parents was that while I was at university, I’d also signed up for extra studies, part-time, the course was run at a recording studio in Loughborough.” “Frigging hell, stop it you’ll fry my brain just thinking about it,” I laughed along with Rob. “I’d bet that if you wanted to, you’d walk the sound engineering and recording course I did, you’ve been living it for over a decade,” Nick told us, “in fact I reckon you could teach it!” “Too busy having fun dude!” Rob exclaimed. “Who says I’m not?” Nick gave us a glance in the rear-view mirror and smiled. Yep. Definitely flirting! "Any ideas? I can't find which one this is!" Rob asked me. "Lemme see," I said. They had spent a good hour before stepping on stage playing the 'guess the emoji movies' on their phones, sending each other a sequence of emojis from the messaging icons and guessing the movie title from them. I used the opportunity to pull Rob close to me and draped my left arm round his shoulders. I stroked my right hand slowly up his thigh as I looked down at the emojis on his screen and saw a woman and a man dancing and a non-entry sign. "Not 'Sexy Dance', not 'La La Land', not 'Billy Elliot'…," he put in. "Dirty Dancing?" I suggested. "Too easy." For a minute, I struggled to find another movie title and as I thought about it, I couldn't resist flicking a fingertip over the head of his cock that was forming a small bulge in his trousers. “Stop it!” he hissed in my ear, “or I’m going to have to molest you right here in front of him.” “Wonder where that would take us,” I giggled quietly and then gasped, "Oh, what about Footloose?" He nodded and then grinned, "Of course." I smiled and began kissing his cheek as he typed the answer. Then I forced him to drop his head back to let me tease his neck and throat. “Oh fuck babe, don’t,” he moaned. “What the hell,” I thought, it could be one way of testing the waters as far as Nick was concerned, so I began kissing and licking Rob’s neck then nibbled on his ear-lobe. “Mmmm, love that,” he whispered. “I know.” “Your hotel’s about two minutes away but if you want to carry on I could take you for a drive around the city,” Nick told us. “Sorry," I said, "much as a tour of the city sounds tempting, we wouldn’t want to put you off working with us when you’ve only just joined the crew.” “Man of the world over here guys, don’t worry about it.” “Yeah, comfortable as this car is, I want to take this gorgeous boy to bed,” Rob put in. “You and millions of others,” Nick chuckled and Rob looked at me with a smirk that said 'you were right'. "Here we are. I’ll see you tomorrow, as I’m now also your designated driver, I’ll be ready to take you out and about whenever you call me," he said, smiling, "Here, take this,” he added after he had stopped the car outside the hotel, he passed us a business card, “Nick Bradshaw B.Sc. M.Sc. Sound & Light Engineer Guitar support specialist – stage & studio.” it read along with his contact info. “Cheers, we may treat ourselves to a lazy morning but Rob’s keen to try out his Japanese, personally I hope he doesn’t. He almost started an international incident last time!” “It’s all in the intonation, putting emphasis on a word or even just part of one at the wrong time can change what you’re saying from a compliment to a really bad insult.” “Right, that does it, I am hereby promoting you to our official interpreter,” I sniggered. “Post accepted,” Nick smiled. As he was about to get out of the car to open the door for us, he stopped, "Um, guys, what are we supposed to do about this?" he asked as he noticed a large number of fans waiting for us outside the hotel. "Do you need me to get the hotel security?" "No, it's fine," Rob said nonchalantly, "as long as they're nice and there aren't too many of them, we always stop to chat and sign autographs. They're here because they know that." "Want me to stay? I mean, I am your official interpreter, aren't I?" "Yeah. Let's see one more of your many talents!" I smiled at him, making it obvious that I was flirting with him. Rob cleared his throat and pushed me closer to the door. Nick obviously caught on and he smiled back at us before getting out and coming round to open the door for us. ---- “Tell me you really don’t want to take his ass!” Rob exclaimed as he pushed me up against the wall as soon as we were safely in our hotel suite. He had his body pressed hard against mine and I could feel his erection straining the denim of his jeans in its eagerness to escape. “I didn’t say I didn’t want to,” I gasped as he copied what I’d done to his neck in the back of the car on mine, “but with him being on the crew, banging him may not be the wisest of moves.” “You heard him, he’s a man of the world,” he said, licking my earlobe. “Yeah, a married one,” I said before my lips returned to his, "he was so good at speaking Japanese with the fans," I said. “Tell you what, you can pretend I’m him while you do me,” Rob chuckled. I took his face gently between my hands and looked deep into those fabulous green eyes of his, “Babe, I could never imagine you being anybody but you, no matter what we’re doing.” “Aw, really?” “Oh yeah, you’re perfect just exactly as you are.” “Nooo, that’s you, I’ve always told you that.” "Alright, so maybe we can imagine he's here… tell me, what would you like to do to him?" I asked with horniness in my voice. Rob knew very well I had a fetish for watching him have sex with another guy and satisfying each other’s fantasy so he played along. "More like what I'd like to watch him do to me!" "Oh yeah?" I smiled. "Yeah. We've never done it with a supposedly straight dude, have we?" "Well, you've done it with a supposedly straight dude," I laughed. "I have! And you know what the best part was?" he asked in a low and sexy voice, staring into my eyes, "Watching you suck my cock for the first time and enjoying it!" "Oh, I enjoyed it alright, who wouldn't love sucking your spectacular dick, it's delicious." I murmured before kissing him for a few seconds, "Can you imagine Nick sucking you off?" I asked with a wicked smirk, "I wonder if he's ever sucked a cock before." His lips formed a small devilish smile, "Well, he's a man of the world," he said with a chuckle, "whatever he means by that…" "D'you think that means he's bi or just accepting?" I asked with a soft chuckle. "I think it means he's possibly bi-curious," Rob murmured, "anyway I hope it does." I was hard as fuck so I took Rob's hand and guided him toward my erection. He immediately opened my fly, pulled down my underwear and watched as my package popped out. "Mmm," he moaned as he started stroking me firmly with one hand, the other holding the back of my neck. "And I bet that if we gave him a blowjob, he’d have a hard time forgetting us whenever his wife gives him head.” I chuckled, "You really wanna give him something to remember us by, huh?" "I really do," he grinned. I couldn't help pushing my tongue inside his mouth while my hands made their way under his tee and caressed his skin as we made out. "Then he should really get a chance to fuck your fabulous ass baby, that'd turn any bi-curious guy gay!" I said to turn him on more even though he was obviously ready for action, "And then he'll crave dick for the rest of his life!" Rob raised his brows, smiling. "That may be true, but no one but you's allowed to do that!" We took a few steps toward the bed and then I looked down at his crotch and undid his trousers. I slid them down along with his underwear and let his throbbing boner bounce out. I immediately wrapped my hands around his shaft and stroked him. "Well, if he's anything like me, then he'll want to fuck your ass so bad. It's so good, you could take any dick in the world and give it the best ride!" We kissed deeply and when he pulled his mouth off of mine, we both pulled our shirts over our heads. I marvelled at his pecs and abs and Rob did exactly the same. It only took a few more seconds before we were both completely naked and making out on top of the covers, Rob on top of me. "And would you like watching that?" he whispered sexily as our cocks ground together and I felt precum on my skin as Rob's thick member pressed against my abs. "Well, no, I mean – maybe," I replied. "I'd be lying if I said I've never thought about it, you know that. But it's just a fantasy. And right now, it's making me rock fucking hard. I'm allowed to fantasize about it, aren't I?" "Oh yeah, you're more than allowed to fantasize about it if it turns you on so much. But you know if I’m honest, for me, it could never be as good as it is with you because with you it’s emotional, with someone else it’d just be physical.” "I know, which is why I've never actually wanted you to do it." "Then this fantasy might remain just that, a fantasy. But maybe someday…," he moaned, keeping it going for a bit longer. "Yeah, maybe." I teased, "Fuck," I panted. "And now, I'm picturing it!" "Tell me what you see," he smiled as he brought his hand between us and gave my throbbing penis a few tugs, forcing pre-cum out of it. I put my own hand on his butt and my finger traced his crack to tease him and let him know that I was dying to fuck his ass. "You know…" "I don't, tell me," he insisted with a moan, placing his lips on mine. I hesitated for a brief second, ""Mmm, you on all fours…," I began saying. "Um um… and what would Nick be doing?" he asked, wanting to hear more. "What I always do… He'd rub the head of his cock around your hole and I'd watch his face as he opens a guy's ass for the first time, I bet he'd love it." I could feel his hand around my cock jerking me a littler harder. "Mmm," he said and we made out, he was breathing heavily, clearly as into it as I was, "Damn, there's something so fucking hot about hearing you say that." "I wanna do you so much," I moaned, my finger circling his hole. "You know what you could do first, you could eat me out while he sucks me off, get me ready and show him how it's done, cause I fucking love your tongue!" "Mmm," I groaned in his mouth, "I'd love that." "Fuck, eat me out right now, babe." he begged with so much horniness in his sexy voice, it made my cock twitch. "Please." "My pleasure," I answered, moving on top of him and giving his back a few hard kisses. My lips descended further down until they were kissing his butt. I stared at his well-formed muscular butt cheeks. I couldn't wait to dive in but first I began by grabbing and rubbing them nicely. "I love your ass, everything about you is fucking delicious," I said sexily. "Mmm, c'mon, do it!" he begged. "Move your ass up baby," I said. He willingly obeyed and pulled his knees closer to his stomach to give me better access to his butt. I grabbed his thighs and made him move closer to me, I made sure his head was down and his ass up in the air so that his hole was staring right at me and I just went for it. I began by sucking his balls into my mouth one at a time while gently moving his dick so it was pointing toward me and then I licked my way up to his hole and gave it a long lick, my tongue circling his pucker. Then I went back down to sucking on his balls and dick, taking the tip in my mouth for a brief moment. “Fuck yeah,” Rob gasped and I took him inside my mouth for a short moment and let my tongue massage his shaft. I sucked on the head and savoured his precum and then I put my hands on his butt cheeks and opened them up before pushing my tongue against his hole. I licked his skin for a few seconds and sucked on his flesh. Then my tongue drew small circles around his pucker and pressed against it. "Oh yeah, give me your tongue," he sighed, obviously enjoying the feeling. I made my tongue as hard as I could and began to push it inside. His sphincter tightened and when it relaxed again, I pierced his hole with the tip and moved it in and out, pushing it a little deeper each time. "Oh baby, that feels so good," he moaned. His moans were driving me crazy and I reached for my throbbing cock as I continued to rim him. Then I covered an index finger in my saliva and slowly worked it into his ass. "Oh yes, give me more," he growled. Not wanting to disappoint him, I licked my middle finger and pressed both of them beyond his sphincter and fingered him for a moment. "Ohhh, yeah, oh come on fuck me now, just fuck me!" he said. I pulled back my fingers and moved to lie flat on my back, “I wanna watch you ride me,” I told him, holding my cock up to show him exactly what I wanted as I reached for the lube we’d left ready on the nightstand before we’d set off for the arena. Rob held out his hand for the small bottle as he knelt between my legs, he took his time to spread the cool gel along my length concentrating on the tip. “Watching you do that’s so fucking hot,” I told him as he set the bottle aside. Rob straddled my hips and reached round to pull his ass cheeks apart to make it easier for me to penetrate him, I held my cock so I could rub some of the lube over his hole. “Oh yeah, so good,” he moaned. “Gets better,” I replied as I thrust all the way into him in one swift move. “Fuck!” he yelled, he tried to move his body but I’d grabbed hold of his hips to keep him still. It didn’t stop him trembling though and I watched as his toned abs rippled; his eyes were closed and his breathing was slow and heavy as he tried to absorb the feeling of being full of my cock. He rested his weight on my pubes and just stayed like that for a few seconds. I watched his toned body and the look of pleasure on his face as I waited for him to start moving. When he did, it was slow at first. "I love getting fucked by your dick," he moaned. "And I love fucking your ass…," I said. For only a brief second, Nick popped into my head and I realized that even though we had used him to turn each other on, now it was just me and Rob making love and I didn't want it any other way. His hole squeezed my cock and I moved beneath him. He fisted his own hard-on moving his hand in time to my thrusts. Then he rocked back and forth, working my cock with his sphincter and I watched him riding me, loving the spectacle. “Cum for me babe,” I whispered a few minutes later. “Oh yeah,” he gasped. I couldn't stop looking at his beautiful package, bouncing up and down and I wanted to see him shoot all over my chest. I almost reached down to stroke him but I also wanted to let him control his orgasm. “Come on, ride me, baby, make yourself cum,” I ordered him. He didn’t need any more encouragement to do just that, his hips moving as fast as he could and his hand reaching for his cock and moving quicker and quicker on his prick. “Mark, I’m going to," he started saying, his face as always, showing me his total sexual pleasure. He kept his eyes closed and his mouth opened and I watched as the first spurt of his hot spunk showered over my body. Before his orgasm could finish I flipped us over so he was below me, immediately putting my hands under his knees and hauling them up for him to wrap his legs around my body so I could really pummel his ass as I chased my own orgasm. “Jesus!” he cried as I took him to another hard climax in time with my own, my balls slapping against him, our movements making the bed shake. "Oh my god, yeah, cum in me!" he begged, as usual wanting every drop of my juices inside him. I thrust faster and faster and I listened to his moans of pleasure. My dick hit his prostate over and over and he clearly enjoyed another wave of pleasure. I revelled in the way he clutched my body tight and a strong orgasm rippled through my body. I felt my milk shoot through my cock and I filled him up, giving him what he wanted. As the pleasure calmed I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, “God I love you so much,” I told him when our lips parted. "Was that good for you?" “Oh yeah, you know how much I love it.” We rolled onto our sides, wrapped in each other’s arms – and legs – and just stayed like that for a moment before going to the bathroom. -------- That early part of the tour was full of fun and anxiety; Nick had quickly become friends with all of us and had proved himself time and again both as the best guitar-tech I’d ever worked with – sorry Calvin! – and as a buffer whenever he knew I was busy making long-distance wedding plans with Jane or sending emails to the ceremony and reception venues and he saw Rob heading my way. More than once I’d thought that Rob had cottoned on to my plans but between my bandmates, Rachel and Nick we’d kept him in the dark right up to the moment I began playing Dylan’s piano and singing the song I’d written only for Rob at the Dublin gig. As the weeks and months of the tour had passed our thoughts about Nick hadn’t changed, he was without a doubt the best-looking guy on the crew and he was always immaculately turned out – unlike many of the others. More than once he’d acted as our driver after the Tokyo gig and I must admit I had started flirting with him more, usually when we were alone with just my guitars. “Fuck that guy’s hot!” I told Rob as I joined him in our dressing-room after I’d just been going through some new ideas with Nick, “I came so close to stroking his ass when he walked past me it was fucking scary,” I looked at Rob, “you’ve got to be there the next time, I don’t want to make an idiot of myself – we sure don't need another fucking Damien in our lives.” Rob laughed. He found it fun to hear me talk about Nick and my fear of making a fool of myself. He kept encouraging me to flirt ever-more obviously with him and knew how Nick had never shut me down and how, in fact, as he’d gained confidence in working with me he’d begun to give as good as he got. I’d recently bought another guitar and we were slowly working it into the concert array but it wasn’t easy because I’d obviously not used it in the studio when we were recording the tracks I now wanted to use it on. "You don't really want me there, do you? Wouldn't it cramp your style?" "Not sure I've got one," I laughed. "That's what makes it better, I bet you look cute as fuck giving him those adorable smiles of yours." I gave him one of those smiles and leaned in to kiss him. “How’s your new baby coming along?” Rob asked when we finally ended the kiss. It was a Dobro Resophonic and it would sound great in the acoustic section of our performances – even though it was electric - but I still wasn’t confident enough to include it and Nick was helping me find exactly the right tuning before I took my ideas to the band. “I’m hoping to give Dolly her first outing at the Rose Bowl,” I said. “Really? It’s another ‘she’?!” he laughed, “You have got to be the only gay man on the planet to give his prized possessions girl’s names.” It was true, my Gibson, despite being a Les Paul was affectionately known as ‘Lulu’, my Telecaster was ‘Trisha’ and my Strat was ‘Suzi’ and then there was “Abby” the acoustic. “Wouldn’t you get a little jealous if you knew my fingers were sliding up and down a hard part of ‘Terry’ or ‘Lloyd’ or,” “Stop, just stop, I get it,” he cut in laughing loudly, “and I guess I might. Wouldn’t get jealous if I was watching you do that to Nick though.” --- The virus which had struck Shelley and our then designated driver in Tokyo had steadily made its way through most of the crew. Fortunately, our talented team were pretty much able to dep in for each other, unfortunately it meant that the medic brought in by the tour insurer advised that we five in the band had, as far as possible, to avoid any close contact with the crew. That was relatively easy with the front of house sound and light techs but not so much with the on-stage guys. As Nick had also taken over as Rob’s guitar tech we worked out a way for Rob to not need help on stage - as he used fewer instruments - although that meant the rest of us had to quickly put together extended in and outros to give Rob time between songs to do put down or pick up his guitars. Finally, some weeks after it began, the doctor declared the outbreak to be over, although Damon had succumbed to it his timing had been immaculate - but what else should we have expected from a drummer?! - the few days he'd been ill had coincided with some rest days we'd had. Even though Rob and I kept teasing each other about what we'd like to do to and with Nick, by the time our semi-quarantine was over, the wedding preparations were in full swing so whatever time I could snatch away from Rob, rehearsals, stage-checks, promo interviews and such was always spent, mostly with Rachel by my side, making calls or sending emails to Jane and the two locations for our celebrations . There'd been precious little time for any kind of flirting in amongst all of that and even when there had, I'd mostly backed away from it. But now, after eleven years of being together, Rob and I were married at last! The ceremony had been perfect, the wedding reception weekend full of fun and our few days in Madeira - our wedding gift from our four closest friends - the perfect anti-dote to all of it. Unfortunately, since most of the tour dates had already been scheduled for 2019 and even 2020 way back in 2018, we weren't able to go on a lengthier honeymoon. It was August 14th and we had just played the first two shows of the third leg of our tour in the city of East Rutherford in the States. Next, we were to play in ten different cities before playing two gigs in Pasadena where Rob and I were slated to be interviewed by Ellen Degeneres – and then onto Glendale, Tulsa and many more cities in September and October. And only then would we be able to take a real break from all the touring stress. We had decided to go to Thailand for a month before we had to embark on the fourth leg of the tour in Australia and New Zealand where Dylan was going to marry Alicia on a beautiful Australian beach as she was dreaming of. They were flying there before the rest of us to get everything ready. We'd have another break from touring after Christmas and we wanted to go back to our island home in the Turks and Caicos before we had to start touring again from April to November 2020. --- “So what did you want me for?” I smirked at Nick when everybody else had left the stage, Rob was joining the others in the Green Room to mentally prepare himself for the show. “There’s two answers to that,” he shot back albeit quietly. He was sitting on an amp playing with one of my guitars and I smiled as I watched him stand up to face me, thinking that he had only said one thing to me and he was already flirting. "The one I’m currently working on is this. We’ve got your guitar racks in the positions that work best but the swaps still feel kind of lumpy, jerky, and it was something Jordan’s tech said after the last gig that made me realise why. So I put the theory to the test just now and he’s right.” “About what?” “There’s a couple of guitar changes when, because the light-rig’s been changed, your follow-spot hits me right in the eyes so I have to do this double-shuffle to get out of the light just so I can see exactly where you’re coming from, how far away you are, all that stuff but still be where you need me to be,” he smiled at his own words and that oh-so-cute dimple showed itself. “Now can you imagine the level of teddy-chucking if we were to suggest to the lighting crew they drop your spot by a few degrees just so I don’t have to move a half-step this way or that, prima donnas all as they are, and while you guys were playing just now I think I worked out a better way of doing things. I’m only talking about a couple of the changes for now but if it works as well as I hope it will, then maybe we can use it for all of them.” “Show me.” “Ok, so normally you’d take off the one you’ve been using and hold the neck in your right hand just because the racks are to your right. I hold your next guitar by the body and neck like this.” He picked up my acoustic – affectionately known as Abby - making sure the strap was to the back so I could lift it over my head with my left hand once I’d put down my previous instrument, it was obvious he wanted me to take Abby from him – so I did. I hadn’t noticed until I stepped forward just how close to his own body Nick was holding the guitar, by the time I’d passed the strap onto my shoulder I was close enough to be able to tell what after-shave he used – CK1. He didn’t immediately let go of my guitar, “Sorry, shouldn’t have stayed so close,” he murmured, taking a half-step back. As I had told Rob before, the level of flirting between me and Nick was growing exponentially and Rob kept encouraging me to test the waters to judge whether or not Nick really could be interested in getting together with the pair of us. The thing was, we still didn’t know if Nick had ever indulged in threesomes, and if not would he want to try it with us. Seemed like I was about to find out. “Don’t be,” I replied, “too bad Abby's in the way," I managed to utter, not with enough confidence I thought. He looked at me straight in the eyes and smiled, "Yeah. Too bad it's Abby sandwiched between us. I can think of a far better sandwich-filling," he said. He paused but didn't look away and I stared back at him. I finally had the answer I had been waiting for. He was interested – and the implication was that he had tried troilism in some way and quite possibly with guys. “Company,” he said quickly turning round to look at my back-line amps. “Oh, hi fellas,” it was Jamie, “glad someone’s still around, I’ve mislaid my mobile, I can’t see it back here can one of you ring it see if we can hear it please?” Nick took out his own phone, hit a couple of buttons and we were soon rewarded with the sound of “The Ride of the Valkyries” which sent Jamie to his knees as he shoved his arm between the monitor desks; Nick and I chuckled when Jamie cursed – his phone was just beyond his reach. “Hang on,” Nick called, “I’ve an idea.” He trotted over to Rob’s spare mic stand, took the upright from its base then strode over to where he could slide it between the desks form our side and so propel the now silent device towards its owner. “Cheers Nick, I’ve searched high and low for the damned thing, I want to call home before I get some scram and a power nap back at the hotel. You coming?” he looked at Nick. "Not yet," I whispered only loud enough for Nick to hear. “I wish,” Nick replied, “too much to re-do here, I’ll get some later.” I crouched down looking as if I was doing a final check of my effects pedals, hoping desperately that by leaning forward I could hide my shoulders which were shaking with silent laughter, intentionally or not Nick’s words held a double meaning for me. “Oh right, ‘course, you mentioned something earlier. Anyway thanks, for the help, see you later guys.” “See ya,” I replied holding up a hand but not moving from my place. “Laters,” Nick said. I may have been laughing but I was also hacked off, I’d got so close to finally finding out if Nick could be interested in joining us and now the moment was gone. How the hell was I going to get it back? Well I wouldn’t know until I at least stood up and faced him. “What’s your favourite song from the acoustic set?” “Um, er,” I muttered, his question taking me by surprise. I didn't need to think for more than a couple seconds though and I answered, “Actually I really like playing 'Sparks', it's quite a meaningful song for me and Rob.” Nick smiled and picked up Rob’s Seagull, tucked the strap over his head and played the opening chords of “Sparks” as he wandered across the stage towards me and before I knew it I’d begun to both play and sing along to the melody. “It really is a pity you don’t sing on stage you know, your voice is just as good as Rob’s,” Nick told me when we finished the song. “I could say the same about your playing, I mean how come you’re not on stage with a band?” I asked as he set Rob’s guitar back on its rack. “I can play but I’m no songwriter and I’m certainly no performer.” “That’s why I don’t sing, in the studio or on stage, I don’t have the confidence or charisma Rob has.” “I wouldn’t say that,” he smiled as he strode back to where I stood. “So from Abby I go back to Suzi,” I put in, starting to lift the acoustic from my shoulder. “Wait that’s where I think we can make the swap go better, if you come back to here,” he pointed to a spot about half a side-step further away from the front of the racks, for the first time I noticed an X on the floor he’d laid down with silver gaffer tape, “at the end of the acoustic set then pass Abby to me with your left hand and I’ll be holding Suzi up ready for you like this,” my guitars having girl’s nicknames amused Nick as much as it did Rob, he now had a hand pulling the strap taught and the other supporting the neck. “Let’s try it. You come back from the C-stage, Rob usually spends some time using his charisma on the crowd to give the rest of you time to get back to your marks so if you hold Abby to your left you can already be getting your arm and head into Suzi’s strap then I’ll take Abby from you.” "You're right. it's a much smoother transition." "Yeah. I’m glad you agree." We both stopped talking for a moment. "Alright, well," he announced. "I guess you're free to go. I'll let you go back to the Green Room and get ready for tonight. Thanks for spending some time with me, I really needed to fix this issue." I wasn't sure what to say at this point so I agreed. "Sure, it's gonna make things easier for the both of us. Thanks for suggesting it." "You're welcome." "Well, I'll see you later then," I said and I began walking back to the dressing room. -- "Fuck, he's so interested!" I said to Rob as soon as I walked in. "Is he?" "Totally!" I exclaimed and told him about everything that had happened on stage. "Fuck, you serious? He actually said that to you?" Rob said half-laughingly after I'd told him about Nick saying that he could think of a far better sandwich filling than Abby the guitar. "I think he's starting to notice that the guitars are just an excuse for me to flirt with him," I smiled. "Damn, I'm getting hard just thinking about him between us," Rob laughed. "We gotta stop talking about it! I mean come on, he 's married… We're married…!" I exclaimed, moving my hand back and forth between us. "Well, yeah! That's obviously why he's been giving us such subtle flirting signs since we've met him. I mean, we just got married," Rob said. "he must have thought we wouldn't be interested." "Well, trust me, now he knows we are," I giggled. "You have to keep flirting with him, this is fun. Who knows, we might be enjoying some three-way fun again sometime soon!" "Yeah, maybe. You sure about this?" "Well, yeah. We know what our rules are and there's no reason to change them. We just need to know what his boundaries are." "You're gonna help me, aren't you?" "No way, you flirt with him! It's more fun that way!" "Then, this is never going to happen," I complained laughingly, knowing very well that it was probably best to not let anything happen with Nick as long as he was working for us.
  13. I DON'T know what you're talking about lol
  14. unilive

    Chapter 13

    @Bard SimpsonYou're welcome then I'm glad you've enjoyed reading the story so far Hopefully you don't hate the third part! But I'm sure you'll love the fourth one. No, I wasn't part of an amateur band. I do play instruments but just for fun. I guess I know about bands from reading a lot about the bands I like. I find it super interesting but I don't know that much to be honest, I just write about what I see and what I imagine.
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