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I had also hired the crew, and one of them stepped into the main cabin. “Is this everyone?”
“Yes, thanks, Bill.”
“Sure. If you all need anything during the flight please let me know, but for now, please take a seat and buckle your seat belts for takeoff. Once we’re at cruising height, I’ll let you know, and you can move around at your leisure. Okay, guys?”
Everyone played nice and buckled up. Ziggy sat next to me near the front and held my hand. He did that through every takeoff, and I wasn’t sure if he liked the comfort or thought it was a good excuse. Either way, it was fine with me. I wanted to comfort him. Help him. Or even simply be there for him if that was what was needed.
By the time we got to my place, it was late, but everyone was too keyed up to go to bed. I had four guestrooms, but we were only using two. Ziggy was staying in the main suite with me. Wolf and Harrison shared a room and so did Miami and Jinx.
After everyone settled in, we met up in the game room and had a few drinks. Miami and Jinx played air hockey, while Harrison and Wolf took advantage of the pool table. Ziggy was standing by the wet bar, tapping out a rhythm on the counter. This was how I expected my house to be used. I had always wanted people over, though it had never worked out before. Now that the band was here, hanging out and being themselves, I couldn’t regret one penny I’d put into it. It felt right.
I put my arm around Ziggy’s waist and kissed his shoulder. “Thanks for coming. I’m happy to have you here.”
He pulled me into his arms. “I love your place, Cole.” He kissed me.
“Aww…fuck get a room.” Wolf threw a cue chalk at us.
Ziggy flipped him off.
Completely expected behavior. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Eventually, everyone paired off and retired, and I led Ziggy to my room. I loved having him in my space. I dropped his hand to open the slider to the balcony. “If you need to smoke, you can go right here. No need to hunt down the service entrance.”
“Hmm… do you even have a service entrance?”
“I’ll service your entrance, smarty pants.”
“Oh, I’m hoping for it.” Ziggy wiggled his eyebrows and plastered a cheesy grin across his face. “Or…”
“Or? Or what?”
Ziggy laughed maniacally and grabbed me, tossing me on the bed. “I could service yours.”
We hadn’t gone that way in a bit, but I was up for it. “Let’s go then. There’s lube in that drawer.”
He opened it and pulled out the bottle but looked at what else was in there. “Ooh, la la. What do we have here? You’ve been holding out on me, sir.”
“What?”
Ziggy pulled out the big dildo. I had a smaller one in there that I used on occasion, but I didn’t really use the bigger one. Of course, that’s the one he pulled out. It was purple. “Mr. Giant Purple People Fucker right here.” He flopped onto his stomach, holding the beast—yes, it was that—in front of him. “Can you actually take this behemoth?”
“Uh, well, not without a lot of lube and stretching. Maybe we can play with that some other time.”
He waved it around. “Oh, we will. I want to see the Purple People Fucker in action, Cole.” He licked his lips. “But I don’t think I have the patience tonight.”
“Me either. I’m tired.”
“Do you still want to get fucked? We can do something else. I mean, I know it’s been a while for you.”
“Yeah, guess it has.” It had probably been three or four months since he fucked me, maybe more. “I want it though. Miss it.”
“Well, alright. Let’s get naked.” He sat up and yanked his shirt over his head, exposing that broad chest. His pecks, shoulders, and arms were outstanding. Not overly muscular, but firm and fit. He dropped the shirt and tugged at mine when I was too busy staring at him to get undressed. “You are tired, huh? How about I suck you off and we can fuck in the morning?”
“How about fuck me now?”
“Well. I’m not giving you another out. Let’s go.” He helped me take off my pants and his jeans. The ones he had on weren’t overly tight, though they hugged his ass nicely, so they were easier to get off than normal. And yes, my rockstar went commando again. I reached out and tugged him closer so I could get my lips around his cock. “Fuck…you do that well.”
“I have condoms in the bathroom.” He turned to go into the ensuite, and I smacked his ass, making him jump and laugh. I absolutely loved how fun he could be. Sex didn’t always have to be a serious affair. If it was, he’d probably get bored.
