Page 47 of Steady Stroke
“Hey.” Emmett kissed him thoroughly before releasing him. “Don’t worry, we’ll be naked again together.”
“I hope so.” Even though Lincoln wasn’t going to broach the topic of penetration until his test results came back, he desperately wanted to do this with Emmett again. Rub off together. Suck Emmett until he came. Eat his ass until he begged to be fucked. All the things.
His belly quivered with anticipation and dread. The anticipation he clung to, while he mentally shoved the dread down. Away. No place in bed with them.
“Come on, babe.” Lincoln kissed his nose again. “Let’s take a shower.”
The shower included a lot of teasing, groping, and fondling, and it ended with Emmett’s back to the shower wall and Lincoln on his knees blowing him to a second orgasm. Lincoln’s dick stayed soft the whole time, and that was okay. They had all the time in the world.
Lincoln was starving by the time they both tumbled out of Emmett’s room, clean and dressed, and the unexpected scent of pizza gave him hope. He and Emmett followed the scent into the kitchen, where Beatrice was sitting at the four-seat table eating a slice.
“Hey, boys,” she said. “Help yourselves.”
“You’re an angel.” Lincoln plucked a slice covered in pepperoni and sausage from the open box.
“Figured you’d both need to refuel.”
Emmett made a choking sound. He’d frozen near the fridge, his cheeks once again flaming red. The poor guy blushed way too easily.
“Well, we did have fun playing together,” Lincoln said, mostly to see how much redder Emmett could get.
Beatrice lifted a single, amused eyebrow.
“Music, I mean.” Lincoln had pity on Emmett. “I brought my QChord over. Emmett sang for me, and I played. It was a lot of fun.”
“That’s excellent!” She held up her hand, and Lincoln high-fived her. “Speaking of music, a little birdie told me something about an XYZ reunion?”
Emmett startled and turned, a pitcher of something in his hand. “A what?”
Somehow Lincoln had neglected to tell Emmett about the Unbound offer. Then again, today was the first time they’d spent a significant amount of time together since he got the news. Emmett put the pitcher down on the counter and came closer.
Lincoln laid out the call from Emily and the plan for Lincoln, Dominic, and Benji to play together at Unbound’s opening night. “We’re going to find a song that works well for me on the QChord. The real problem, though, is the stage lights.”
“You still have issues with bright and flashing lights,” she said.
“Yeah. I haven’t played onstage in almost a year, never mind with my concussion. I don’t know if my sunglasses will be enough.”
Beatrice’s face scrunched like it did when she was thinking hard. “I may have a solution for that.”
“Oh?”
“You can practice at the club off-hours.”
Lincoln blinked. “I can what?”
“It’s perfect.” She grinned, clearly pleased with herself. “I’ll give Emmett a key. We don’t open until seven, so you two can go in anytime during the day and practice. Use the stage andthe lights. Get comfortable up there again. Figure out what works for you, so you don’t get to Unbound and hurt yourself.”
The solution was so perfect, it was almost too good to be true. Days alone with Emmett, making music. Being together. Lots of time for practice and fooling around.
“What do you say?” he asked Emmett.
“I think it’s a terrible idea.” Except Emmett wasn’t who’d replied.
Adrian had.
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“Adrian Thomas Westmore,”Aunt Beatrice snapped.
