On the Road Pt. 03

On the Road Pt.3

By Seki

POV Mason

"MASON ANDREW SANDERS!" were the strained screams that jolted me awake, sending shivers through my goddamn spine. My eyes barely had time to adjust to the dimness of my room before Sammy, my tour manager, came bursting in, almost breaking the door between us.

"Sammy, what the fuck! Can't you knock like a normal fucking person?!" I barked back, my hungover headache greeting me with the subtlety of a brick to the face, sharp pains running through my entire system all the way to the back of my eyeballs, making my wince.

"YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THIS BED. LET'S GO!"

"Go? GO WHERE?!" I growled at her.

"BACK TO THE HOTEL, JACKASS!" she yelled, yanking the curtains open, blinding me for the foreseeable future. The fuck is this bitch on?!

I forced my lids apart a bit, fumbling for my phone, only to feel I wasn't laying in my California king. I was in something much much smaller. I then looked around. This wasn't my hotel room. Hell, this wasn't even a hotel. I was in someone's bedroom. Fuck.

"Oh..." Where the fuck am I?

I cleared my throat.

"How did you find me?" I dared to ask her, my voice dropping, realizing my level of fucked.

"TRACK MY PHONE, DIPSHIT. I HAVE IT FOR THE WHOLE BAND, BUT ESPECIALLY FOR YOU!"

I stared at Sammy's furious face, then spotted a blond haired guy standing timidly behind her. His blue eyes gave me a sympathetic look through his frames and that's when it hit me. Last night hit me like a punch to my already sensitive gut.

Fuck. This is his bed...

Before I could even assess what was going on, not to mention the migraine drilling a hole through my skull, Sammy ripped the sheets off of me, exposing my naked ass.

"Hey!!"

"I SAID GET UP! NOW! I HAVE AN UBER WAITING DOWNSTAIRS," her voice did not let up. She was out for blood. My blood. I gulped, my heart pounding out of my chest.

She then looked down at my crotch, which caused me to furrow my brow and look down at myself only to notice a condom still on my dick. She looked at me with her signature bitch face.

"Classy, Mase." I was too fucked to feel shame at this point. She threw my pants at me. "Get dressed, let's go. Sorry about this," she said, turning to the blond guy, who quickly moved from the door to let her pass, probably out of fear like the rest of us. She stormed out of the apartment, cussing at me under her breath.

I looked at blondie, still dazed, my heart finally slowing from the rude awakening. I rubbed my eyes and took a very deep and needed breath. I looked at him again.

I had fucked this guy... Obviously I fucked him... look at him, he looks just like-

I now felt sick. The last twenty four hours came back to me like a fucking seizure inducing light show. It took all I had to keep myself from puking on this poor guy's floor. I couldn't shake off this guy's resemblance to my roadie... the more than obvious reason I was in his bed.

I slowly got up, yanked the condom off my dick and put my jeans on.

"Washroom is right through there if you need," Blondie kindly informed me with an accent I couldn't quite place. He pointed to the door right outside his room and handed me my shirt. I thanked him but considered just bolting from sheer fear Sam would castrate me if I took too long.

I risked it. I went to take a well needed piss and splashed water on my face. I took an extra few seconds to clean off whatever residue was on my cock and steal a few strokes from the deodorant I spotted on the sink. Shameless, I know.

As I stepped out, blondie was leaning on his kitchen counter, scrolling on his phone.

"Hey uh... where am I by the way?"

"Vesterbro."

"K can you be like... way less precise?"

"Copenhagen?"

"Right. Okay, I know that one. Listen uh... I'm really sorry about all this. My brain is fried.

Did I... break anything? Do I need to apologize for anything else? Do I owe you money?

He chuckled.

"No, not at all, apart from calling me the wrong name. But after last night, trust me, you can call me whatever you want," he simply smiled, eyeing me from head to toe. A first wave of shame finally washed over my entire body. I was well aware how much of a slut I was, but this felt much different. I felt disgusted at myself, not because he was a guy, though that was new territory I wouldn't be acknowledging until much later, but because I'd stooped to picking up a random stranger, just to numb myself from him. I had sunk that low in my stupid attempt at avoidance... And sobering up was going to be a bitch. I didn't want to face any of it.

I sighed and waved as he closed the door, my jaw clenching. I didn't even know his name...

Once in the Uber, I thought the scolding would have ended and Sam would now be gracing me with the silent treatment. I was wrong. It kept going. The volume went down though... dangerously so.

"This has to stop, Mason," Sam started. My head pounded, knowing the 'Mason's a fuck up' speech was coming and I sure as hell didn't want to hear it.

"I get all the excess, I really do. I get the excitement from this being you guys's first European tour, I get the late nights, the drunk nights, the coked out of your minds nights, the orgy nights, I get it. Believe me, I've seen it all. But you," she inhaled sharply, shaking her head at the window before looking back at me. Here we go.

"You, out of all people, always came back to the hotel, you'd always at least check in with me and you always performed amazingly on stage the next day." Her tone was low, disappointed.

I felt like an eight year old being told off by his mother. I felt small. She was right. The past weeks had been a little bit more than just excess. It had been complete and utter debauchery, and that coming from me. Alex sprung to mind again.. I looked out the window at the traffic.

"We still have three more weeks in Europe and I cannot have you this fucked up. Especially not in some foreign country. Who knows what kind of shit you can get yourself into. Remember Denver?"

"Yes ma'am..." I didn't feel like fighting. I was exhausted and I was only just sobering up. But I sat there and took it, every word. Couldn't open my mouth.. How could I? How do you argue when you're the fucking problem...

"I've had to deal with your melodrama since the Europe leg began. Then add in the non stop slew of stupid shit that followed after Amsterdam. Not to mention what happened in Berlin-"

"He was being a homophobic piece of shit. And I was gonna break his arm but kicked him off the tour instead," I shot back, turning my head away.

"Ok, well good call on that one. But as for the rest, I will put you in the fucking ground myself if I have to see another one of your fits because of pathetic overcompensation or whatever you guys call your inflated egos."

"I'm sorry, Sam," my voice was faint, discreet, laced with disappointment. It was all getting to me. I couldn't imagine all the other times Sammy had saved my ass without even realizing it and now I had gone and made her reach her limit.

Then Alex... his face flashed behind my lids. He asked for so little, just a shred of common decency, and I still bitched and fucked it all to hell. Christ...

"I fucked up. It's what I do, okay? I'll... make it up to you. I'll get my shit together..."

"Good. So whatever you did to Alex, fix it. Now. And get back to being a proper frontman for your band and not a man child who can't handle his shit," she huffed. My heart painfully sunk as she spoke his name. I swiftly looked up at her.

"What do you mean, Alex?"

"Oh, Mason please. You may have everyone else in complete darkness and let me tell you it ain't that hard with over a hundred cis straight guys who are drunk half of the time and doped up the other half, but I'm the ever so sober bitch babysitting your asses every night and I see everything. You guys are fucking, right?" Her voice was telling, cutting through any bullshit I had planned on making up. I felt a knot in my stomach. I looked at her. So she knows... A silver lining is that she didn't seem to give a fuck. I still looked down.

"I could tell shit hit the fan the second we got to Amsterdam. It only got worse after that," she paused to ask the Uber guy if she could smoke. I assumed the driver was terrified of her and said yes. She lit up.

Amsterdam...

A flash of Amsterdam crashed into my mind; visuals of Alex in a towel slamming the door in my face after I had realized he had some other guy in his bed, as if to teach me a lesson. The image was seared into my brain, making my jaw clench so hard it cracked. Then the attempts at distractions that followed; booze, drugs, groupies, sex workers, new drugs, more groupies... in every other city, a new distraction to avoid him at all cost, convinced he was the one being overdramatic. I'm such a fucking idiot...

"If you can actually recall, Amsterdam was twelve days ago. Almost two weeks of you being an even bigger pain in my ass than you usually are. And for what?! Is he that good?!"

You have no idea, is what I thought of saying but didn't, shutting my eyes again while holding my face.

"Alex is one of the rare ones I can actually count on every second of the day. Even after getting into a stupid bar fight and almost getting arrested, he still showed up and did the work of two local guys who cancelled last minute."

"He what?" I asked as my body tensed up, facing Sam. How did I not hear he had been in a fight? Had someone told me and I had just pushed it out of my head? I was getting too good at distracting myself...

"A few nights ago. He's fine, though. Alex was apparently aggressive as fuck. The bouncers had to pull him off Greg," she smiled, as if now understanding why I kicked him off the tour. She seemed to be patting Alex's back in her mind. And even though Sammy said Alex tore into Greg, my blood was boiling, regretting not having sent him to the goddamn hospital myself. I got protective real fast. Dumb mixed feelings that, in the end, boiled down to concern...

"Anyways. Go talk to him. Sort it out. I need you to be better, Mase. Please. If not for yourself, then for me. For him. Whoever you need to think of to actually put that shitty fucking ego aside and apologize," Sam sighed, exhausted. With reason. Just look at who she was dealing with. This wasn't advice, this was a command. She knew exactly how to put me in my place and I respected the fuck out of her for it.

"Who's... to say he didn't start it?" I tried to lighten the mood but was met with an upgraded version of her resting bitch face.

"Mason please," she rubbed her temples. "It's 8AM. We both know you're full of shit."

Obviously, I was.

She took one last drag of her second smoke as we arrived in front of the hotel. We got out of the car and walked inside, making our way to the elevator.

"Do you know what room he's in?"

"326."

The elevator opened on her floor. My heart was uneasy.

"Hey Sam?"

Before I could even ask, she just smiled at me and gestured her lips sealed then walked off. I calmed down.

I exited on the third floor. I walked through the corridor, a million thoughts rushing through my head. Image upon image of all my fights, mishaps, tantrums, benders, sex crazed nights and drug trips all slammed into me at once.

And before I knew it, I was standing in front of #326. I could still recall the last time I was knocking at his door, obliviously unaware that I wasn't the center of the fucking universe to him. That he was a person, with his own life. And his own agenda. Allowed to fuck whoever he wanted, especially when the guy he was fucking on tour was acting like a first class dipshit, to quote Sam.

I hesitated for a moment, then knocked on the door. I tried to manage my shaky breath and failed. After a few moments, Alex opened the door, yawning. I had to take him in for a second, my heart speeding up again. He was wearing those oh so familiar navy blue boxers and a tank top. I hadn't been in front of him in so long I almost felt like saying nothing and just grabbing him in my arms, but right now I knew better. As he looked at me, sleepiness plastered on his face, I noticed the healing black eye. My heart tightened.

"Did you forget your room number again?" he bluntly said. I missed his sarcasm, but I knew I was here for something a little more serious than banter. "4010.. Fourth floor. Up." he gestured.

"Ha. ha. Very funny. Can we talk?"

"It's fucking early, man. Where the fuck did Sammy pull you out of?"

Wiseass. Glimpses of my one night stand flashed back at me... I didn't bring it up.

"You're usually the early bird... I figured you were awake."

"Well you figured wrong. I had a night," he retorted, running his hand through his messy morning curls, yet still held the door open, letting me in.

Alex then walked to the far desk of the room and leaned on it, crossing his arms. I closed the door and walked up to him, keeping a certain distance. Just being in his room hit me with pure nostalgia. A few seconds passed by as I looked around, spotting the familiar chaos that was Alex's room, his subtle scent filling the air, distracting me.

"Well?" Alex said, his tone a bit impatient.

"Just... gimme a minute, okay?" I replied, trying to find my words without sounding like some total chick. He rolled his eyes and sighed, waiting. I took a deep breath and exhaled, looking at his very unimpressed expression.

"I want to say I'm sorry. I genuinely fucked up and my stupid attitude hurt you and you didn't deserve it. For that I'm sorry."

"Cool. Well that was terrible. Thanks for stopping by," retorted Alex, unamused. I clenched my jaw, staring into those stupid disarming blue eyes.

"Are you serious right now?"

"If you're gonna give me the same generic apology you give to every other groupie who's name you forget then yeah, the door's behind you." he spat, biting his lip as if keeping himself from unloading a slew of insults at me.

"You know, the thing I hate more than the homophobic pricks I deal with when I'm on tour trying to do my job is the prick with internalized homophobia who hides it and think it's fine for him to be a dick because hey, I'm fucking a guy, that can't make me the jackass. News flash. It makes you worse," he paused. I swallowed hard.

"You crossed a fucking line, Mason. You're lucky I even opened the door."

The look alone he gave was enough to kill me.

"I kicked him off the tour."

"Yeah he told me as he swung a fist at my face."

"How's your eye, by the way?"

"It's fine. Are you done?"

I clenched my fist, almost wanting to punch him myself for making this harder for me. But he was right. Looking at him, how hurt he must have been after my stupid outrage, he was right to call me out. I wanted to make things right. He deserved as much. His pained expression and his black eye calmed me down, and I breathed out again, composing myself. Then let it out. All of it.

"I'm a selfish guy, Alex. I'm greedy. I like having things go my way. I always have. And when you're this famous person, people around you tend to facilitate the behaviour to insane levels. But it doesn't help me grow. It makes me arrogant. It makes me entitled... and childish when things don't go my way." I took a breath, pausing from kicking myself when I was down, but pushed on. I looked down realizing what I was about to say and snickered at myself.

"And I had this completely delusional notion that you needed me more than I needed you."

Alex was actually listening, expressionless.

"My ego usually gets in the way of everything as if I'm so great everyone owes me something just for existing. Plus when I saw you that night with that other guy, it hit me in the face. I am very much replaceable in this scenario. It's not you who needs me. I'm the scared little bitch sneaking around to see this great guy... who's completely free to be himself. A great guy who just so happens to actually like me back for god knows what reason."

"You get points for self-awareness..." Alex uttered, his tone a bit less harsh this time, his face softening.

"A guy who I'm sure has a line of guys just waiting for him to get sick of me and my bullshit. And I envy that about you. You're tough, you're independent, you stand up for yourself." I paused.

"Not to mention... you're hot as fuck and... that... fucking... mouth of yours..." I trailed off, trying desperately to sound more aloof than a sorry excuse of a man trying to get his ex back. Alex inhaled, subtly licking his lower lip.

"You were getting a bit too cheesy there, I'm glad you brought it back." His smile was faint, but it showed nonetheless. I admired it for however short a time it lasted.

"You're a good friend to me, Alex. I want to be a good friend to you too. You're not just some random roadie to me. I hate that I made those stupid jokes. I hate that I felt the need to clarify I wasn't affiliated with you in any way that day. I hate myself for that. I don't want that to be me.

I fucked up and a big part of that comes down to... being scared," I confessed, looking down from embarrassment. "I'm still adjusting to... all of it. I just... I just need more time to feel good in my skin. I don't want you being this secret I keep hidden, but I need to go my own speed. At least for now. Or else I get easily overwhelmed and I-"

"Fuck up."

I nodded. "Yeah..." I looked straight at him. He saw me. I knew he saw me. Alex uncrossed his arms and rested his hands back on the desk, sighing.

"I will not be repeating this behaviour. I promise, okay? I want you to know I have your back, even when you're not in the room. I was a fucking child and I never intended on disrespecting you. I really am sorry."

He stared at my vulnerable ass just standing in the middle of his room, begging for any type of response. He gave me a once over, as if carefully wanting to choose his words. Or just making me suffer until he'd ask me to get the fuck out...

"Those are big words, rockstar. And even though I know you can be a fantastic bullshitter when you wanna be..." Alex started, staring straight at me. "I also know that coming from you, that took balls to admit." His smile came back just a bit, my breathing caught in my throat.

"You know I mean it, man."

He contemplated me for a moment, then sighed, nodding. He pushed himself off the desk, one hand hanging on his boxers.

"You like me that much, huh?" he asked faintly, that familiar cocky smile creeping up on his face.

I then took off my jacket and threw it on the bed, looking at him intently. I took off my shirt, slowly, knowing he was watching every inch of my exposed skin.

"You think that sweetens the deal?" he asked, trying to sound cocky. I saw right through it. He was melting.

"Seems to be working," I replied. I got closer to him, contracting my abs a bit before kneeling right in front of him, looking up. His eyes widened a bit, confusion spread across his face.

"Take it out," is all I said.

"Wh... what?"

"I'm not repeating myself."

He stared at me, trying to find the bullshit behind my action. He didn't find any. He slowly pulled out his dick.

"You serious?" he mumbled.

"Dead," I answered as I leaned into his crotch, sticking out my tongue and giving his semi a long hard lick before putting it in my mouth. Hearing him gasp at my touch had me hard within seconds.

I was new at it, I was clumsy but I gave it all I had. And hearing Alex moan again after so long was almost enough to drag fucking tears from my eyes. My heart beat fast at even the thought of him forgiving me. I swallowed my dumb ego like I swallowed my saliva around Alex's cock. I felt like a newb but I kept going. I tried to suck like he sucked, obviously failing at it, but Alex still moaned. I was already hard. I was eager and needy and wanted him but I wanted to do this for him first. My tongue swirled around his head and the length of his shaft, sucking in my cheeks as I could. Feeling him throb on my tongue caused my fucking dick to twitch.

"Mason... Fuck... You don't... have to..." he trailed off, gasping, sending shivers down my back. God I missed my name leaving those fucking lips.

"Shut up and let me do this for you," I mumbled as I took him out momentarily. He shut up after that. I swore I heard him weep for a second.

I licked and suckled on his balls, then tried taking him in deeper. My first gag came as a surprise. I believe I was terrible at this, but I then felt Alex's hand on my head, guiding me gently. I looked up to see his eyes closed shut, and face flushed... Was he shy? Was he enjoying this? Was he trying to stay composed? That got me going even more.

I hugged my lips tight around his cock and felt him stiffen in my mouth. I could feel my own dick trying to pierce through my fucking jeans. I unzipped just to let it breathe, then palmed it through my boxers, unable to resist touching myself at the sight unfolding in front of me. His chest heaved as I adjusted and tried to make my way deeper onto him. I still gagged but I was kind of enjoying it... His fist tightening in my hair made me moan on his dick. I gripped the back of his legs and felt his body react to it.

"Jesus fuck... you can't just.. Moan on my dick like that..."

No? Watch me. I hungrily growled and moaned as I attempted to deepthroat him. New experience. Still learning... But that immediately had him groan louder. Enough for me to taste his precum... my own stroking became more aggressive, my cock peeking through my waistband. I was hard, and thick and so eager and controlling myself was getting even harder than my cock. Fuck why do I like tasting him so much.

It's like he could barely control his breathing. Just by his body language I could tell he had missed this as much as me. I wasn't going to get cocky, though.

Taking a breather, I peeled my boxers down, letting my cock spring free, still holding it firmly.

"Are you seriously touching yourself to this?" Alex asked, eyes wide at me. He looked so turned on.

"What if I am? I missed your taste..." My eyes darted at him like a predator.

He looked at me for a moment, as if speechless.

"Get up... Mason get up. Please. I need you to fuck me right now," he pleaded. That pulled a cocky grin out of me and I gripped the back of his legs and pushed him upward and onto the wall, my stiff cock throbbing against his ass. I lifted him like he weighed nothing.

"Dude, I need to... warm up first..."

"Then warm up," I replied simply.

"You're gonna hold onto me like this the whole time?" almost unbelieving, underestimating my strength yet again.

"Worry about yourself, I'm fine. Just keep staring at my biceps," I winked, making him blush and bite his lip. He leaned in and wrapped his arms and legs around me, pressing his lips onto mine, hungrily, greedily. I welcomed everything. How I fucking missed that tongue ring swirling in my fucking mouth.

I broke the kiss and looked deep at him, then played with my tongue. He got the message.

"You do enjoy things in your mouth, after all," he teased, biting down on his grin.

I ignored the subtle callback and just wrapped my mouth around his fingers, giving it just as much attention as his cock, slobbering on them as best I could. Like clockwork, he took them out and reached behind to play with his ass. His needy sounds kept me going, teasing his cheeks with the bouncing of my cock, which he was obviously enjoying.

I could feel his pacing get faster and faster as if feeling the rush to make this quick. I loved seeing him squirm, knowing all he could think of right now is sliding down on this fucking cock.

"Take your time, don't rush it. Just keep those beautiful eyes on me, " I flirted, feeling flushed as the words left my throat. I knew all too well how fond Alex was of this body. A very proud body I kept in shape and although a lot of people gawked at it, it felt different when Alex did. My arms stayed pumped as I kept him pinned to the wall as he fingered himself. I felt his eyes shift, trying to get everything in: my arms, my hard chest, my traps, my waist playing coy with his ass. I looked down at his pretty cock wet from my mouth, precum leaking out... He was so turned on, it got my tip leaking too, some sticking to his skin as I grazed him. As his gaze moved along my body, I could feel the pacing of his fingers accelerate.

"You drooling there, cutie?" I mocked, seeing his beautiful face blush.

"Sh.. ut up..." he moaned out as his fingers opened him up more.

"Fuck I've missed the faces you make," I whispered next to his neck, making him pant more than he was. I bit into his flesh and sucked, which made his breath hitch in his throat. I wanted to mark him. I needed to mark him. Everywhere. I felt his body almost resisting, only to then simply lean into it, moaning louder. I repeated the process on his collarbone, his chest several times, biting, and sucking to my heart's content.

"Possessive, much?" he panted, knowing exactly what I was doing. I shot him a warning glare, my evil grin exposing teeth.

"I didn't say stop..." he muttered shyly, his free hand in my hair again, pushing my face into his neck, letting me bruise his body freely. I readjusted my hands to be right under his ass, spreading him gently, feeling him whimper under my touch.

"Ready to slide onto this?" I growled, probing my hardness at his entrance, which I could feel was wet, tender and ready. He looked at me, lips parted, and just nodded.

I lowered him, pressing my head into him softly, feeling him stretch around me, causing me to jerk upwards faster than I intended on, my dick acting out independently. Luckily, he welcomed it, moaning into my ear.

"Fuck, I missed your stupid dick," he cried out, adjusting to my size like a champ. I grinned, slowly moving my hips back and forth, letting him get used to it, then picked up the pace as my eagerness took over. Involuntary growls escaped my mouth feeling his tightness sliding up and down my shaft.

Once comfortable, I felt Alex greedily trying to grind down on it, wanting it completely inside of him. I obliged. I pumped up into him so fucking hard he had to hold onto me tighter. My cock felt right at home. I held him in place, digging my fingers into his asscheeks, using that beautiful slutty hole of his to my satisfaction. My body was trembling from how good he felt, my horny ass greedily ready for ten more rounds of this.

I kept fucking him with fervor, my muscles slowly tiring out, but I was relentless. I loved taking him on the wall, like some desperate alpha trying to claim its prey. My muscles tensed up more, feeling them weaken just a tad. His weight just felt so good on me, I didn't want to stop.

I finally grabbed his whole weight and pushed slightly off the wall, walking backward until my calves hit the bed. I leaned down and sat, having him sit on my thighs, my dick still deep in place hitting that prostate. He was now actually drooling and I loved it. I relished it every time. He always thought I couldn't see him but I could. No hand over his face, nor head shifting away, nothing could hide those depraved lustful faces he made as I rammed into him. Nothing.

My legs finally got a break as I laid back completely, relaxing my body onto the comfort of the bed, which smelled of him. His slender body was still weighing on my pelvis and I kept my hands firmly on his thighs. He was almost as tall as me yet felt so small when riding me, I absolutely loved the sight of him on top. I had a sneaking suspicion he knew.

"I'm not going anywhere, handsome," he breathed out, reading the eagerness of my grip. He started grinding on me, fucking himself at his own pace, which meant just about as hard as I liked it. My moans took over quite fast as I felt his warm eager hands dig into my chest, then down to my stomach. My eyes closed tight for a second, feeling every curve in and out of him.

"Fuck I missed having you on top of me. You feel so fucking good."

"I know, daddy," he whispered softly, his ass tightening as he spoke. That caught me off guard and I could feel myself stiffen inside him. I bet he felt it too.

"Back to daddy already?" I grinned, admiring his sweaty body.

"I missed it," he smiled, his eyes half lidded.

"I missed you," is what slipped out of my mouth. His eyes widened at my regrettable comment. I felt flush despite our disposition. He simply leaned in, pressing his smooth chest on mine and kissed me, deep, eagerly. My fingers found their way to his back, scratching it, marking it like I did his chest, all the way down to the small of his back.

"Say it back," I whined through his lips on mine. I wanted to hear him.

"No," he spat back playfully, making me suffer for it. With reason. I wanted to hear it but his body language spoke for him. His hips crushing onto me so desperately I could hear his cries from the pit of his fucking stomach. But even with his body melting onto mine I could tell he was the strongest of both of us at that moment. He was proud, but in the best way.

I grabbed his hips and jerked upwards harder, fucking that tight hole into oblivion.

"Mason," he gasped out.

"Say my name again."

"Mason!" he cried out this time.

"Again. You keep saying my fucking name until you cum on this cock, you got me?"

And he did. I kept hearing my name echo through the room as I made him bounce on me, his dick springing up and down, hard and wanting, leaking all over my stomach.

I felt his entire body tighten, asshole included, so tight it almost cut my fucking circulation. He screamed my name, arching his back, and came all over my abs and chest, and he kept going.

I grabbed his cock and jerked it, letting every single drop leak out, his body finally halting its movement on me, taking it all in, my cock as stiff as ever inside him. I didn't need to come as much as I needed to see him unravel like this because of me. What a fucking show. Every. Single. Time. Those crystal blue eyes staring at me, exhausted. Gorgeous.

I traced my thumb through his cum and licked it clean, looking at him as I did it. I could see him gulp, and die a little inside from my boldness. I slowly traced his lips with the same thumb and he worked it, taking it in his mouth, making me feel absolutely jealous of my own finger. That fucking mouth...

His fatigue finally caught up to him. His eyes slowly closed and he was about to keel over but I grabbed him.

"Wo wo easy cutie, I got you," I said, gently grabbing his waist and pulling him off me. He collapsed next to me and almost passed out the moment his head hit the pillow.

"I just need a minute," he whispered. I calmed my breathing a bit and grabbed my sorely hard cock and massaged it gently.

I looked over after a minute and he had clearly zoned out. I couldn't blame him. We had never fucked this early. I got up and let him nap a bit and went to take a shower.

I welcomed the hot water running over me, cleaning all of the grime from the past day. And perhaps even the wrongs and regrets of the past week... it surely felt cleansing. I quickly washed my hair and rinsed when I heard Alex clear his throat.

"You're showering without me," he lamented. I turned to him and smiled, appreciating his wandering eyes. I flexed a bit and caught him gasping. So fucking cute.

"You passed out, what, did you want me to drag you in here unconscious, you kinky bitch?"

"You could have easily picked me up like earlier... and have your way with me again..." He almost looked drunk. Post orgasm Alex was too adorable for me to stay cool and collected, but I really tried.

"This morning wasn't about me, Alex..."

He took a somewhat serious face, taking in what I said, knowing I meant. I needed his lips on my dick like my lungs needed air, but after that actual apology, I wasn't going to get greedy again.

He walked towards me. I couldn't help but admire the markings I had made on him. He may have noticed them as he glimpsed into the mirror but didn't say anything. He got into the shower, getting wet with me. I looked down at those fucking eyes.

"Well maybe this is also not about you," he breathed out, his hand gently stroking my cock, which woke up instantly. My eyes closed and my pelvis just leaned in. Fuck his hand felt so good... expertly driving me insane with one motion... I was afraid to ask for more.

"What if I want this for myself? What if what gets me off is knowing how hungry and possessive you are for me?" His hand was now massaging my balls, making my cock harder, praying he wasn't just teasing the shit out of me for some twisted revenge.

"Then take it... Whatever you want, Alex, it's all yours right now," I managed to say without full blown moans coming out of me just yet. Admitting something like that had me swallowing hard. All yours? Fuck, my brain was saying all kinds of stupid shit I'd never admit to anybody else. What was it with this guy...

"No, I want to hear how much you've missed this mouth," he grinned, pressing his wet chest on me, my cock so hard in his hand it hurt. I was hooked on how cocky he got when he knew he had me. I always played it as annoyed, but he knew. My breathing got heavier, my eyes slowly fluttering, my ab muscles tightening.

"Fuck, don't even tell me, Mase. Show me," he moaned, his stroking getting more urgent.

"Show me, you greedy little fuck."

My cock twitched between his fingers. He knew all too well how aggressive I could get. And he had pushed me... in the best of ways. I was trying so hard to be on my best behaviour... and all my efforts came crumbling down with those goddamn words he purred into my ear. I reached behind his head and grabbed a fistfull of his hair and gripped tight, looking straight into those crystal blue eyes with depraved hunger. My voice was deep, coarse, and lethal.

"On your fucking knees..."

Without breaking eye contact he went down, smiling the whole way. And we're back. I pressed my rock hard cock into his cheek, the water hitting my back, shielding his face.

"You better have that throat opened up for me, you kinky boy," I smiled, warning him as if I thought I knew better than the King himself.

I teased my cock onto his lips. I felt his eager mouth open up, swallowing my head. We both weren't beating around the bush. I just leaned in, keeping his head firmly in place as I started fucking his mouth. The slick feeling of my cock sliding in with ease into his mouth, onto his tongue already had me grunting. I looked down at him, my horniness already at its peak.

You wanted greedy Mason? Here he is... He had started massaging my shaft with his slippery hands, nice long strokes up and down.

"Hands behind your back," I ordered firmly, feeling myself spasm as he obeyed with no hesitation and perhaps even giddiness. How was he making me so goddamn feral? He knew how weak I was for him... he knew all too well and after two weeks of not even seeing him, I didn't care anymore. My ego with Alex had shattered.

My thrusting started getting harder, reaching the back of his throat with ease, like his body molded to my form perfectly. I felt him swallow, squeezing my head, looking up at me, grinning despite his full mouth. My breath hitched and I pushed in and out with delicious force. His gags and muffled moans were unbearably hot.

"Fuck, keep it in, King," I found myself moaning, throwing my head back, pushing myself entirely his in throat and having him hold still. I looked back down, he hadn't moved, tears had started running down his face and after about ten seconds, I felt his first gag. I didn't move.

"Hold still, keep it in." He looked at me, as if challenging his own personal fucking record, then gagged again but held on. Drool spurred from his mouth, leaking down his chin and chest, more tears coming running down. I finally pulled out, growling like a fucking animal in heat. He let all of that spit fall onto the wet tiles, mixing with the water. He looked back up at me, lips swollen, wiping his eyes yet taking me back in, sucking at his own rhythm. I held his head again and took back the pace, throatfucking him this time.

"Fuck, how do you keep doing this to me," I growled, my mind racing and my chest convulsing. My hand stayed on the back of his head and I pushed harder. Hitting the back of his throat with every thrust had me fucking weeping, guteral noises eminating from me like some unhinged maniac. And I didn't stop, saliva spewed from the corners of his mouth again and I kept pounding into his throat. I was close, I felt spasms from the base of my dick and I was going to explode. He was perfect. He had me and it was obvious. Where the fuck else was I going?! He was as greedy for my cock as I was for his mouth and that notion had me losing my fucking mind.

"Fucking christ, Alex..." My tone was raspy, low. More than usual. This vision in front of me, him making my dick just dissappear into his fucking throat like it was nothing, tears swelling and strolling down his cheeks as he kept it down for me, did it.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna fucking cum," My voice cracked and I felt like crying. I felt his hands approvingly gripping my ass, his lips tightening around my base and I unloaded. Uncontrollable screams came out of me. He was now coughing and I was going to pull out, but still he kept swallowing, hands firmly on me. I gave him everything. I gave him everything until the last drop leaked out and all of my contracted muscles just released, I thought I'd collapse in the shower. I clung to the wall for dear life as he finally came up for air, licking his sore lips, tears washing away with the shower. My heavy breathing was uneven and I had to take a few seconds. I looked at him and kept repeating 'no one else' to myself as if he had just told me 'No one makes you feel this good, asshole' and I just wanted to answer and keep answering. I got it. I got the message he was sending me. I would have gone back on my knees if I hadn't been on the brink of a happy death just now. Despite my size, my brain was struggling to not pass out.

After clearing his throat, satisfied with the mess of a man in front of him, he gave me a half lidded gaze: "Smoke?"

I brought my hands to his face, wiping water from the freckled nose before crushing my lips onto his, eagerly invading his mouth, teasing his barbell, tasting myself and just relishing in the fact that Alex stood in front of me, willing and happy.

We got ourselves dried, dressed and went outside for our usual post-fun smoke. I smiled at myself knowing I had also missed this part just as much.

"So are you done pissing off Sammy?" Alex asked, lighting up. I snickered, nodding slowly.

"Yup, done. The bitch scared me straight," I replied, stealing his lighter. Looking out into the cityscape, my brain suddenly remembered we were in Copenhagen.

"Not too straight, I hope," Alex giggled.

"Shut up," I spat with the aggressivity of a kitten. Barely a purr left in me. I missed this. During this whole tour, the toughest weeks were the ones where I couldn't talk to Alex, fucking aside. The convos grounded me, helped me with the overwhelming pressure of touring. We had become closer, despite me wanting to keep my distance.

I glanced at Alex, who seemed to be in thought, the tiniest of grins curling on his lips.

"What is it?" I asked, furrowing my brow.

"King, huh?" he smiled, looking at me. My smile grew bigger, looking away.

"Yup. You apparently now own my dick, Alex..."

"I love the sound of that, but I call bullshit. That dick's got a reputation, rockstar."

I chuckled, looking up at the grey sky. "Yeah, well, you're just gonna have to keep it busy, then."

"Gladly."

I bit down on my smiling, closing my eyes. The fucker's got me. I took another drag. This felt nice. We stayed like this for a moment, just enjoying each other's company.

"So did you really send Greg to the hospital?" I managed to switch up the convo.

"Did you really get punched by a sex worker in Amsterdam?"

I glared at the ground, shaking my head.

"I'm gonna kill Nate."

Alex burst out laughing. "Aw I'm so sorry I missed that! You probably deserved it."

"Oh I did, absolutely. I'm still killing Nate, though," I smiled at him. He ruffled his hair a bit.

"Seriously where the fuck did you wake up this morning?"

"Absolutely not telling."

"What if I bribe Sammy?

"I'm burying you next to Nate."

We both laughed.

After painfully realizing there was a world outside this bedroom, I noticed it was almost noon and I unfortunately had places to be. I crushed my smoke in the ashtray and stood.

"Wait. Before you go," Alex started, crushing his own smoke and closed the distance between us. His arms reached around my neck and pulled me in, kissing me. I grabbed him as well and intensified the kiss, embracing his barbell one last time. If he wanted me hard again, he was succeeding. Feeling his bare skin under my fingers was tempting me into cancelling the rest of my day. But the fucker had distracted me and the second he sensed it, sunk his teeth into my neck muscle, sucking away eagerly. I gasped a little too loud, trying to get him off me.

"Alex, no! What the fuck!" but he continued on, making me wince from the pain, which I hate to admit I found hot. I closed my eyes and let him do it. My hands stayed on his hips. He then let go and gave me an evil smile.

"Fine, fine. Now we're even."

"Not even close! You want ten more?!"

We both smiled at each other. Alex walked me out.

Before opening the door I did something I never did when I left his room; I hugged him. I believe he was taken aback by it, so was I if I were being honest, but then felt his arms also wrap around me. I guess I needed to feel like we were friends again. I felt good.

As I put on my jacket, I could see the flush on his face and ate it up. After that session and that talk, there wasn't much to say so we let silence speak for us. Comfortable silence. I grinned at myself facing the door and before leaving wanted to see him smile one last time. I turned to face him as if forgetting something.

"Alex?"

"Yeah?"

"... I'll do it," I answered a question from weeks ago that had been floating around at least in my head. He seemed lost. I leaned in.

"I'll let you top me." I believe his jaw dropping and his wide eyes were expressing shock. Maybe awe.

"For real?" he whispered, as if not wanting to smile just yet.

"Yeah. I... wanna try it. Not saying I'll like it but... I trust you and you've made me discover things about myself. I'd like to keep it going. If you'll have me." His smile was soft.

"Absolutely," he simply answered. He was happy. My heart actually skipped a beat from that. I gulped.

"I do have a request, though," I began, zipping my jacket. "The tour ends in about three weeks. I'd like to wait until then."

"Until after the tour?"

"Yeah, once we're back home."

"Deal. You promise, though?" his smile grew.

"I promise. Plus, we both know you'll be texting me before then," I winked.

"You sure about that?"

"I fucking hope so, man."

I closed the door to Alex looking at the floor, smiling from ear to ear. That was the view I had needed for weeks. My eyes watered for a second as I walked away, my heart kind of melting against my better judgement.