Part 11
Voices began to accompany the footsteps that came closer and closer towards the dressing room. Recognising the voices as those of his bandmates, Paul took my hand and pulled me hurriedly into the bathroom, shutting the door behind us and locking it just as the dressing room door was pushed open. The room was very small with a shower and toilet squeezed in, leaving us little space except for the tiled floor. He lifted my fingertips to his lips and rolled his tongue along the balls of each one as he led me into the shower, sliding the door closed and pinning me against the wall. Our mouths met again, hungry, learning the shapes and textures, taking in the luscious tastes of our tongues. My hands ventured his chest, teasing a nipple with my thumb and index finger, feeling it harden under my stimulation. He peeled my shirt away and held me closer to him, placing his palms on the small of my back. Again we lost all track of time � now that the inhibition had gone, we wanted to explore as much of each-other as possible, let desire take over, have every one of our senses and every inch of our bodies heightened by a pleasure that could only be achieved by giving in to our mutual craving.
His palm slid slowly down my chest, letting his fingers slip underneath the belt of my pants before undoing the button and slowly pulling down the zipper. I knew what he wanted to do and began to throb with anticipation, sliding down the wall until I was in a sitting position on the floor. As he kissed me languidly, holding the back of my head with one hand, he parted my legs with the other and moved in between them, then leant back with a sensual smile on his face as he lowered his head. I wove my fingers into his hair and grunted as he took me in his hand, stroking me with deliberate slowness, dragging his tongue along the tip. Jesus, he was so fucking hot, nobody could drive me crazy like he could. When he took my entire length in his mouth, I responded with a long, gentle moan, leaning my head against the tiles. I could tell he had done this plenty of times before; he knew exactly what to do and how to do it.
I heard someone, whom I assumed was a band member, trying to open the bathroom door. He turned the handle and pushed, then pushed harder, and finally gave up after a failed kick. "Hurry up in there, Paul!" he called. How did he know that Paul was in here? More importantly, did they know that I was accompanying him, and did they have any ideas what we were doing? But I couldn�t, and didn�t, think about those things for very long � all I could think about was how damn good he was making me feel.
Before long I could feel my climax approaching and pulled myself out of Paul�s mouth, not to spare him but to keep myself going longer. I didn�t just wanted to receive pleasure from him, I wanted to give it back, and possibly twice as good. As I pulled his head up to meet me and our tongues danced together, I removed his gold chain belt and leather jeans, tossing them along with mine into a corner of the shower recess. He staddled my thighs and lowered himself onto me, responding with a deep and sensual sigh as the kiss deepened. Although the tiles were cold, the combined heat from our bodies that increased with every movement more than made up for it. I watched my cock disappearing into him as he rode me, his shoulder-length hair falling over his face, hearing him moaning and muttering things I couldn�t quite hear. I had had sex with a lot of good-looking men in my time, but never had I encountered anyone as gorgeous as Paul. Before now, sleeping with men like him could only occur in my dreams at night, but now dreams were transforming to reality, and it was incredible.
Our breathing quickened and so did our movements as we felt the familiar throbbing beginning to increase inside us. We came together, his muscles tightening around my cock as he shuddered, rocking against me as he gasped. I clutched his hips and thrust deeper inside him, tossing my head back further, surging, crying out, moaning in ecstasy.
When the convulsions died down he didn�t pull me out of him immediately, pressing his slightly sweaty body against mine and wrapping his arms around me, bending his head down to kiss me passionately. I took a handful of his hair and gently pulled it over our faces, tasting traces of myself on his lips and on his tongue. After what I estimated to be about a minute or so he pulled back and looked down on me, stroking my cheek with his hand.
"How�re you feeling?" he asked breathlessly. I slid my arms around his back and smiled.
"Like I want to fuck you for even longer," I replied. He giggled and brushed strands of hair from his face.
"The feeling�s more than mutual, but I think everyone else out there is getting a little impatient." He bent down to kiss me again, but froze. "Oh, crap. How are we going to get out of here?"
As he asked this, two voices came closer to the door, and we heard a light rapping on the door. Once voice could be identified as belonging to Luke, one of Paul�s band members. But I hadn�t heard the other one before. Paul obviously recognised it as he bit his lip and shook his head in frustration, crawling off my lap and reaching for his clothing.
"Don�t tell me he�s come back for more," he muttered to himself, pulling his shirt over his head.
"Who?"
"Wil. My ex. He must�ve remembered I was performing tonight." As he dusted his leather jeans off, he shook his head again, grunting. "What does he want with me? I told him, we�re through."
"If he lays a single hand on you, Paul," I began, but Paul cut me off by holding his hand up to silence me.
"He�s not that stupid. He won�t try anything in front of people."
"What if he finds you alone?"
"I won�t be alone. I�ll be with you." Grinning and giving me a warm, not-too-hasty kiss, he continued dressing while I did the same, wondering how we could possibly get out of this bathroom without arousing anyone�s curiosity. There wasn�t anywhere to hide. Could we create some sort of distraction that could allow us to leave quietly and discreetly? Paul was more worried about being discovered than I was, especially now that Wil was standing right outside.
Once we were both dressed, more insistent knocking commenced. Paul slipped his hands into his pockets, exhaled and shrugged. "We�ll just have to improvise. One leads, the other follows. Okay?"
Unable to come up with a better idea, I nodded in agreement, and Paul unlocked the door and pulled it open. We were met by relieved grunts and stares from band members. One among them was someone I hadn�t met before, and assumed was Wil. He saw Paul and I exiting the bathroom and narrowed his eyes, his tongue protruding from his cheek, before sauntering over to us, holding a beer bottle in his hand.
"Well, you don�t waste any time, do you?" he greeted Paul, glancing at me. Paul sighed and placed his hands on his hips.
"Wil, what are you doing here?" he asked exasperatedly.
"You invited me!"
"Yes, but that was before we broke up! And before you flung a vase in a childish tantrum!"
As Paul raised his voice, band members who knew of their relationship looked over at us with even more curiosity. Wil knew he was creating a scene and loved the attention he was receiving. Already I knew that he was a nasty piece of work, someone who Paul shouldn�t have anything to do with.
"Aren�t you going to introduce me to your �friend�?" Wil asked with his eyes falling on me, using the term �friend� loosely.
Paul rolled his eyes and turned halfway towards me. "Wil, this is Richard Fidler. Rich, this is Wil Anderson."
Wil limply outstretched his hand in a polite greeting, though the expression on his face was hardly polite. "Nice to meet you."
I took his hand and shook it, squeezing it tightly. "Ecstatic," I replied in monotone. If we were enacting an anime movie, onlookers would�ve seen daggers flying out of our retinas, hurling themselves in each-other�s direction.
"So what were you two doing in the bathroom?" Steve enquired with a smirk. Fellow musicians snickered as though they shared a secret, ongoing joke that I wasn�t in on. Before I could open my mouth to respond, Paul spoke for the both of us, maintaining a straight, composed face.
"Rich wasn�t feeling well." He cast a raised eyebrow in my direction, silently willing me to follow. "A bad reaction to something he ate. I was just there to see that he was alright."
I nodded my agreement. "I�m okay now, though," I added. The majority of the gathering seemed to accept this explanation and went back to their conversations, but Wil didn�t believe our story and gave a low chuckle. I was already beginning to lose my patience with Wil and was fighting temptation to give him a piece of my mind, but as I took a breath, I felt a gentle tapping on my shoulder. I turned around and smiled at Tez, breaking the inner tension.
"Tez, hi!" I gave him a quick hug. "How did you manage to get back here?"
"It�s all about connections, baby!" he responded in a tone that would�ve been more appropriate at the celebrations the night before. My guess was that he�d started drinking already. I could barely hear him over the voices in the dressing room, so in order to hear him properly, I forgot about my original choice to stick with Paul and shuffled out into the hallway, with Tez trailing behind me. We didn�t bother closing the door, relieved to be able to talk without raising our voices.
"As I was saying, I know someone that works here," he continued. "He lets me in every time I�m around. I�ve met a lot of kick-arse bands this way."
"I see," I grinned. "And what did you have to give him in return?"
"How I acquire my freebies are of no concern to you, dear boy," he replied, curling his mouth into a smile. He knew that I was well informed of what he gave people in order for entry to clubs and various free items in return. He motioned his head towards the dressing room. "So how�s Paul?"
I growled, folding my arms. "His ex-boyfriend�s in there. He�s an absolute bastard, Tez; I don�t like him one bit. Do you know what he did to Paul today?"
"What?"
"He went to Paul�s house. Paul told him that he didn�t want to see him anymore, and he started throwing things around. He smashed a vase against a wall and cut Paul�s shoulder."
"Ooh, sounds like someone needs to be punished!" he quipped, raising a hand to volunteer. Although I was angry with Wil, I couldn�t help but laugh at Tez�s one-tracked mind and teasingly punched his upper arm. When my life was going far too seriously for his liking, he would come back with a joke that would make everything light-hearted again. He was definitely the most interesting friend I ever had, not to mention hilarious.
"No, I don�t think you..." I trailed off as I glanced into the dressing room. Wil and Paul were in the middle of a heated argument while the spectators regarded their dispute as a form of entertainment, giggling amongst themselves. The few sensible souls either busied themselves with other things or left the room entirely. I couldn�t quite gather what they were saying � there was an echo in the room and the words tended to run into each-other. Wil pointed in the direction of the door, obviously talking about me. Paul hissed something at him, his eyes blazing with fury. Nobody tried to hold Wil back as he raised his arm and struck him harshly on the face.
Part 12