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Trav deep into his mouth.
    Trav’s cock swelled, aching, and Trav flailed, looking for something, anything to hold on to. He managed to find purchase on the counter to his left, and he let his hand take his weight while Mackey was trying to suck his balls through his cock like golf balls through a straw.
    He was rough, his hand hard, his mouth tight and brutal, and every so often Trav felt the dangerous brush of teeth, but that just made it better. Trav’s whole body crackled, zinged, swelled with need. He stood, chilled and hungry, in the center of the brightly lit greenroom, and caught the image of all the mirrors, every one showing Mackey sucking Trav off with a fierceness Trav hadn’t known existed.
    He had to close his eyes or he’d fall to his knees and break his promise, spread Mackey’s thighs and take his ass right there, lube or no lube, fucking him rudely on the greenroom floor.
    As it was, closing his eyes just made him aware of Mackey’s sweaty palm cupping his balls, his rough fingers sliding back and groping at Trav’s pucker. Oh… oh God… so quick the surge of come in his balls hurt, his taint and ass ached, and Trav wanted more, more, even when his vision washed black and a scream of sudden orgasm ripped at his throat.
    “Ah…. God, Mackey !” Trav knotted his fingers in Mackey’s sweaty hair, dragging Mackey closer until he gagged, some of Trav’s come spilling from his lips and trickling down Trav’s thighs. Trav eased his grip on Mackey’s head and concentrated on his ragged breathing. He gasped slightly when Mackey licked the crease of his thigh and over his balls, cleaning him up, and then even more when Mackey started tonguing his shin, and his calf, and the inside of his knee.
    “Mackey!” Trav half laughed, half groaned. His cock was getting hard again, and he was afraid that if he backed up, he’d trip over his own pants.
    “Cleaning you up,” Mackey replied smartly, that evil grin growing lazy and dirty with repletion. “You think you’re the only one who came? I just sang an entire song about fapping—you think I’m not gonna take advantage?”
    Trav tried not to giggle and offered Mackey a hand. “Get up here,” he ordered. “My pants’ll hide it, and I need to kiss you.”
    “Mm….” Mackey got lightly to his feet and kissed Trav eagerly, but not desperately. Trav tasted his own come and his balls tingled all over again. With a sigh, Trav pushed him back and bent down to get his pants.
    “I can’t believe we just did that,” he said, pulling his pants up and tucking his T-shirt in. “I didn’t even do this shit in high school.”
    Mackey rolled his eyes. “Man, until last week, I thought this was the only kind of sex there was.” He started worming into his own jeans, which looked a hell of a lot harder; they were a hell of a lot tighter, and all sweaty to boot. Trav backed up and let him struggle, because the alternative was taking Mackey out to greet the band completely naked, and it was going to be hard enough just knowing that the whole world would guess what they’d been doing.
    “Why’d we just do that?” Trav asked when it looked like Mackey might be victorious over public nudity.
    Mackey ignored their cooling sweat and threw himself into Trav’s arms. “You came,” he said happily. “I mean, you came just now, but first you got here. You promised and you did—”
    “Mackey, I totally fucked up. I left the equipment and shit up to Heath, and I know he’s my boss, but it was a mistake, and—”
    “Shut up,” Mackey murmured without heat. “You’re here. You got no idea, but that counts. You’re here.”
    He turned his shining face to Trav then, and Trav pushed his hair back from his sweaty, makeup-smeared cheeks. Underneath all that, he could see Mackey, the real Mackey, with the luminous gray eyes and the freckles across his nose, and that surprising sweetness when it looked like he and the world might not be at odds after all.
    God,