Chapter 166: Matt
The crowd had had no idea that Matt's head wasn't in the game. He had Krispin to thank for hours of rehearsal so he could play on autopilot. His attuned ears knew Stephon was in the same place. They didn't suck, but it wasn't their most spectacular performance either.
After the concert, they made it to their luxurious bus, which waited in the side VIP parking lot. They would cool down and then take private cars back to the hotel.
The door of the bus closed and Krispin spoke up, "You know you both sucked tonight, right?"
"And you were at the top of your game?" Stephon snapped back.
Wade gave them each a dirty look. "From here on out the women travel with you guys. I'm not going through that again."
Lefty, their drummer, chuckled. "You boys have it bad. When do I get to meet her?"
"Never," Stephon and Matt spoke together.
They all laughed and some of the tension died down.
Lefty was a perverted sadist with a twenty-four seven slave waiting back in California. He lived the life of total power exchange, though the other members of the band tended to wince when faced head-on with the absolute dedication to his lifestyle. Rocky, their bass guitarist, lived quietly with a submissive man as his partner. To each their own kink, which was one of the reasons the dynamics of their band worked so well. Krispin knew what he was doing when he had brought them together.
Stephon and Matt were unable to kick back and relax because they wanted to speak with Jewel. Matt called for a car to be sent over without asking Stephon.
"I'm with you, brother. We need to see how bad things are."
"Or how good they are." Matt tried a smile to relieve some of Stephon's stress, but it wasn't sincere enough to help.
They didn't want to speak in front of the unknown driver, so they waited to call when they were safely behind the doors of their room. It was twelve twenty in the morning in her time zone. Stephon put his cell on speaker.
"Hello?"
"How are you doing, love?" Stephon let none of his internal turmoil come through.
"Hi." Warmth flooded her voice and Matt was able to breathe. "I'm talking to Angela."
"Angela should have you tucked in bed by now."
"Is that you, Matt?"
"Yes, it's me."
"If she had me tucked in bed I wouldn't be awake for your call."
"Then straight to bed after this."
"Yes, Sir."
Both men looked at each other and Matt held back a groan. "How was your night at the club?"
"Umm, very enlightening."
Stephon broke in, "You didn't run back home, so it couldn't have been too bad."
"I thought about it once or twice, but knew you'd come get me."
"Yes, we would," their voices rang out together.
"I love when you guys do that."
"What?" they both asked.
"Talk at the same time. It's cute."
"I'd be happy to show you cute when we get back." Stephon's voice roughened with desire.
"I can't wait."
"You're killing us, Jewel."
"I'm glad, because I'm horny as hell and Angela and I are both in the same predicament. Is it cheating if we get each other off?"
"Yes," both men said with force.
"Okay, but it's your fault if we have sexy dreams and slip up."
Matt grinned at Stephon. "Angela put you up to this conversation, didn't she?"
"Maybe."
"We'll be sure to let Krispin know."
"She's talking to him in the other room, and I'm sure she's being much more explicit than I am." Jewel's voice dropped into a sexy whisper. "She told me all the things she would do to me if you both said yes."
"You know I'm spanking your ass when we get back, right?" Stephon used his Dom voice.
"I'm counting on it." There was nothing submissive in her tone.
Both men groaned. "Get some sleep, love. We'll call tomorrow."
Her voice changed, "I need to ask you both something."
"Go ahead." Matt's body tensed because he could almost feel her uncertainty.
They heard her breathe into the phone before her words came out quickly. "Can we take the whole BDSM thing slowly? I don't know if I'm ready for all of it."
Matt nodded to Stephon, giving him the okay to answer. "It's about all three of us, love. We take it slow, learn what you like and don't like, and work it out. Nothing's written in stone. We'll talk more when we get back."
Her voice grew husky. "Can we talk after?"
"Good night. We're heading for cold showers."
They heard her husky laughter until Stephon disconnected the call.
"Hell, we're in trouble." Stephon walked to the couch and stretched out. "I can't believe she made it through a night at the club."
Matt sat at the other end, putting Stephon's feet on his lap. "Don't get any ideas, but seriously you are a bed and couch hog."
"It's okay. Your hands wouldn't do my feet justice right now."
Matt stared at his friend for a few minutes. "Are you doing okay?"
"I think I'm better than okay. It's been an interesting two days and now we just need to get back to Houston so my dick doesn't fall off."
"That would be a shame."
"For both of us." Stephon closed his eyes.
"You think quite highly of your junk."
"I think quite highly of yours too."
"I'm heading to bed. This conversation will get us both into trouble." Matt left the room and took a quick shower. He looked at the empty bed and then made his way into the other bedroom. He couldn't see Stephon's eyes in the dark, but felt him watching. "Please tell me you showered," Matt said into the quiet room.
"A damn cold one."
Climbing in beside his friend, Matt settled in without touching him.
"What's up?" Stephon leaned over and slid warm fingers through Matt's hair.
Matt relaxed. "I want this to work."
"We'll make it work." The fingers stilled, but remained connected.
Jewel had to accept and understand the men's relationship, but if she didn't, they would still be there for each other. "Okay, but scoot over a little so I can breathe."
Instead, Stephon rolled over and partially trapped Matt's body beneath his. "With her, I'm almost willing to go vanilla."
"After the night I had with her, I don't think she could go back."
"Fuckwad."
Matt closed his eyes and imagined the three of them fucking.
Stephon hogged the bed the entire night.
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