When the song was over, Tommy brought Jessi onto the stage. As soon as the crowd saw her, they shouted her name, and whistles permeated the arena. A bouquet of roses landed at her feet, along with several teddy bears.
Someone in the crowd screamed, “BOY OR GIRL?” There hadn’t been a formal announcement about the sex of the baby yet, so this would be the perfect forum to deliver the news.
Tommy took the mic. “It’s a boy!” He said something else after that, but it was indecipherable over the cheers of the crowd. They welcomed the impending new little prince with an insane amount of elation.
A smile lit up Jessi’s face. She turned to the side and ran her hand over her growing baby bump with pride. Tommy bent down and kissed her belly.
More stuffed animals were tossed on stage. The fans jumped up and down and hollered so loud the band needed to wait several seconds before they started the next song, which was Toxic.
The room quieted down when the song started. Jessi watched from the side of the stage with Alyssa and Audra. The fans’ reaction to the announcement about the baby fueled Tommy’s adrenaline. A blur of blond hair flew past Angel from one side of the stage to the next. Tommy jumped on the drum riser next to Jimmy. He took one of the drumsticks from the stick holder and ran it over the strings of his Les Paul. The eerie pitch of the slide on the neck of the guitar sailed through the song with Tommy’s distinct style. He jumped off the riser, bounced to the front of the stage and tossed the drumstick into the crowd. Angel watched it fly, end over end, while hands reached and stretched to capture the memento.
Tommy leaned toward the crowd and flipped his hair back and forth like a whip. The strands of his long blond hair fanned out to the four corners of the room like the golden rays of the sun. It wasn’t the beauty of Tommy’s flaxen tresses that held Angel’s stare. It was his tight little bottom. The audience was focused on Tommy and the wail of the guitar, but Angel was captivated by Tommy’s back end. Angel leaned forward and wiggled his tongue only inches away from Tommy’s butt. While Tommy delivered one of his iconic guitar solos, Angel’s tongue swirled behind Tommy and delivered a mouth-watering rim job in the air. He reached out to squeeze Tommy’s butt, but Tommy bounced away. Angel picked up with the lyrics and projected his frustration into a raw and gritty snarl of his voice. Fans howled in return.
Tommy came up behind Angel, and they leaned their backs against one another. Angel’s voice took on a raspy growl as the two rotated their hips into each other. Just when the fire in Angel’s pants threatened to burn through his crotch, Tommy ran away again. That sly, blond fox wasn’t getting away. Angel chased Tommy to the other side of the stage, but Tommy only laughed at him and retaliated with an exaggerated twang of the guitar.
By the time the last song of the night rolled around, Angel’s hormones were a frustrated mess.
Mortars went off at the side of the stage and colored the audience in a spray of bright white light. Flashes lit up the crowd. Leather-covered hands pumped to the beat of the bass drum. The banners that hung from the balcony waved a final salute. The screams of the fans captured Angel’s heart, and he was humbled by their loyalty – until Tommy sauntered by and threw a handful of guitar picks into the audience. Suddenly, the only thing in Angel’s field of vision was Tommy’s perfect ass, and his eyes wouldn’t release their hold.
“Goodnight! You fuckin’ rock!” Angel yelled into the mic, then threw it down on the floor and followed Tommy off stage. His eyes dropped to the slight sway of Tommy’s ass tucked inside his tight, black jeans. He was horny as fuck. The erection that Angel carried throughout the show never waned. Now, watching Tommy from behind made it ache and throb. He took several quick steps to catch up to Tommy and spun him around.
“The next time you shake that white hot ass in front of me all night long again, I’m gonna fuck you right on stage in front of everyone.” Angel’s mouth came down on Tommy’s with a possessive force. He held Tommy’s face between his palms and jutted his pelvis forward. Their tongues tangled, and their erections rubbed against one another. Tonight’s show started with Tommy pressed against the wall, and it ended the same way.
“You two at it again?” Damien asked as he walked by.
“Again?” Jimmy answered. “They’ve been going at it all night, man.”
Angel ignored them both. His mind and body were occupied with the gorgeous man in his hold.
“You’re crushing my guitar,” Tommy managed to say between twirls of his tongue.
“Heaven forbid we scratch your Les Paul.” Angel had no idea how either of them spoke without disengaging their mouths, but he wasn’t letting go. The constant rotation of Tommy’s cock provided the right amount of friction to bring Angel to the edge of ecstasy. He only needed a few more seconds. He was only vaguely aware of the flurry of people that were moving around them. The roadies and stagehands went about their business of rolling the equipment back to the loading dock and clearing the stage, unconcerned about Angel and Tommy having a heavy make-out session a few feet off to the side of the main corridor.