Hitting the Hot Notes (MM)
[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, HEA]
Cody loves Joel. Joel loves Cody…but life isn't that simple. Cody fronts a singing group, Cody and the Brainiacs, with Joel as one of the backup singers. The manager of the group wants Cody to keep his mind strictly on business, which means no romance. He tries his damnedest to keep Cody and Joel apart, even though they love each other.
Cody and Joel attempt to keep their relationship a secret, even from their band mates, in fear that the manager will find out. The cramped quarters of being on tour give rise to many temptations—as well as many close calls.
Then Joel gets accused of stealing Cody's prized possession, a piece of jewelry with sentimental value. Joel must prove his innocence in the face of many obstacles, including the suspicions of the one man he thought would trust him no matter what. Will Joel and Cody’s love survive?
A Siren Erotic Romance
A second later, there was a pounding at the door. Joel thought it was the management, there at the request of some other motel guest whom they’d disturbed with their raucous, raunchy yelling, but it was worse than that. It was Allan.
“Cody? Who’ve you got in there with you?” he hollered.
After a minute of stunned and guilty silence, Cody called out, “Come back later!”
“Open now!” Allan demanded forcefully. “Open this door.”
“I’m twenty-two. I’m entitled to my privacy!”
“Open the damn door!”
Joel and Cody looked at each other. Allan was pounding on the door now. Joel was concerned about Allan’s drawing the attention of others, and apparently Cody was, too, as he finally pulled his pants on and opened the door while Joel was still zipping his pants.
To say Allan was angry would be like saying Hurricane Katrina was a little breezy. He was not just angry. He was outraged beyond belief. “How the fuck dare you after all the warnings I’ve given you?” He was screaming at both of them but primarily at Joel. “You’re fired!” That one was aimed specifically at Joel.
“No, he’s not.” That was Cody. “You can’t fire a man for a consensual act after hours. We’re both adults. Joel did nothing wrong…and neither did I. If you fire Joel, you have to fire me, too.”
“I can’t fire you! You’re the star!” Allan sputtered.
“And you can’t fire Joel, either. Not for making me happy. Now, give it up and go back to your room. Unless you had something important to say when you came barging in here?”
“No, I–I heard you and I wanted to know…” Allan’s voice trailed off. “I still think he needs to go!” he finally said.
“He stays!” Cody said insistently.
Joel wondered if this was the first time Cody had stood up to Allan. His guess was that it was.
They fell into a tangle of limbs on the bed. Cody was willing. Cody was more than just willing, in fact. He was eager, even greedy. The singer gobbled Joel’s cock as if it were the first meal he’d had in weeks. Voraciously he swallowed down Joel’s rampaging dick as Joel plowed deep into his gullet. Then Cody reached up, under Joel’s shirt, and began to molest his tit-nubbins.
Joel gasped again when he felt Cody’s hands twisting his nipples and pinching them. His touch sent shivers of delight and of heat throughout Joel’s body. Joel’s nipples were in direct communication with his dick and balls. The pads of Cody’s fingers stroked across the hardened surfaces of Joel’s now-bullet-like nipples, and the electric charge zinged straight from his nips to his ball sac and his throbbing dick.
Punching his hips forward, hard and insistently, Joel drove his dick deeper yet into that insatiable maw, and Cody gobbled him down. He couldn’t hold back any longer, though. He was about to blow a fuse. Too hot to stave off his climax any longer, no matter how wonderful this felt, he gave in to the demands his body was putting forth and helplessly felt his ball bag implode and squeeze out its creamy contents. A geyserful of steaming spunk shot into the gulping mouth of Joel’s idol, Cody.
Joel felt Cody’s throat muscles swallow and swallow and swallow again, as the burning cream spurted down his throat. Every swallow massaged Joel’s quivering, shivering dick, but finally that dick had expended its entire load and was retreating to a softened state.
Well, that took care of Joel, but Cody had yet to be satisfied. Joel thought he’d suck Cody off in return, but Cody had other ideas. “Got a rubber?” he asked. “Get your clothes off and get up on the bed. I want you on your back.”
His meaning was clear. He was going to put that dick of his up Joel’s butt. The rocker was about to plow Joel’s ass! Joel’s asshole quivered and tingled just at the thought. Complying eagerly with Cody’s request, Joel stripped naked and let his clothes fall to the floor. Lying on the bed with his eyes eagerly on Cody, he mentally visualized his idol stuffing his ass with that fat cock. Cody Canavan, Cody of Cody and the Brainiacs, Cody, whom he’d drooled over, fantasized about, had wet dreams about, was about to fuck him!
Cody’s dick was a jutting prong that curved slightly, and though not any longer than average, it looked awfully thick. Joel shivered with anticipation. Then Cody approached the bed, rubbering up as he stepped to the bedside, and knelt onto the bed. Joel handed him a small tube of lube from the night table, and Cody uncapped it and squeezed the lube onto his finger. Then Joel felt that finger touch his wrinkled asshole.
With the first touch of Cody’s finger, laden with cool lube, Joel was instantly yearning to have that hard dick up his ass. The finger was gentle yet insistent as it probed Joel’s asshole, spreading on the gel, sliding within the grip of his sphincter, slipping up into the sacred sanctum of his ass. Wherever it touched, it set nerves afire. Wherever it went, Joel blazed. And Joel’s dick came back to life again, fully rampant, hard as steel, engorged as it had been a short while before, before he’d blasted off into Cody’s mouth.
He hooked his hands under his knees, the better to raise his ass for Cody’s entry, but also so that he could easily keep his legs up. Then he felt the blunt head of Cody’s dick as it prepared to spear its way up Joel’s yearning butthole.