Page 10 of Unfinished Noise

Jamie stood where he was on the sidelines, tapping his foot, eyes bright. Every time Spencer glanced over, Jamie gave him that small, proud smile that made everything else fade.

By the second song, the tension had cracked. They sounded good. Better than good. Like a band that might survive this tour without imploding. When they finished the last chord, the sound hung in the air before fading into the walls.

Spencer exhaled, chest buzzing. “Alright,” he said, wiping sweat from his forehead. “Maybe this won’t be a disaster.”

Nathan snorted. “High praise.”

Billy smirked. “We’ll take it.”

But Spencer only looked at Jamie, who looked back at him like he believed in him completely. And that was the part that mattered.

Nathan went over the plans for tomorrow while everyone was still gathered in the music room, leaning against amps and half‑coiled cables. Spencer tried to focus, but his brain kept drifting to Jamie—how he’d handled practice, how steady he’d looked sitting on the sidelines.

“We’ll check into the Bakersfield Hotel first,” Nathan said, tapping something on his phone. “Three rooms. One for each couple.”

Spencer blinked. Each couple. Right. Him and Jamie. Nathan and Alfie. Billy and Farlan—apparently.

“First show’s at McCormac’s Pub,” Nathan continued. “Drive’s only two hours, so we’ll take the boys bowling before we head over.”

Spencer nodded. Bowling sounded good. Something normal. Something fun. Something that might keep Jamie from spiraling about Billy being anywhere within a hundred miles.

When everyone had finally left, the house became too quiet. Just him and Jamie again. Spencer liked it that way.

They headed into the kitchen to clean up the snack mess—crumbs on the counter, empty soda cans, a bowl of chips that had somehow migrated to the piano bench. Spencer grabbed a dish towel and wiped down the counter while Jamie rinsed plates.

Jamie broke the silence first. “Daddy Spencer?”

Spencer’s chest warmed instantly. “Yeah, baby?”

Jamie dried his hands on a towel, then stepped closer. “I love you. And… I noticed everything you did for me today. The shirts. The way you kept checking on me during practice. All of it.”

The words hit Spencer harder than he had expected. He’d been trying so damn hard to make Jamie feel safe, maybe overdoing it. but hearing Jamie say he saw it? That mattered.

“I want you happy,” Spencer said. “I’ve wanted to sing again for so long, but not if it makes you miserable. I want you with me in this.”

Jamie smiled, soft and sure. “I am. And I love that you’re growing your hair out and wearing clothes that aren’t cowboy stuff.” He tugged lightly at Spencer’s shirt. “But I still love Cowboy Daddy Spencer. The one I met in Big Bear. He’ll always be my first love.”

Something settled in Spencer’s chest—like a knot he’d been carrying had finally loosened. He cupped Jamie’s cheek, thumb brushing lightly along his skin.

“You get all versions of me,” he said. “Cowboy, rock star, whatever. Long as I get you.”

Jamie leaned into him, eyes warm and trusting, and Spencer knew they were going to be okay on this tour.

Tomorrow would be a long day.

But tonight?

Tonight was solid.

Chapter Five

Jamie

Jamie blinked awake to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, his body still pleasantly sore from the night before. Spencer was lying on his back beside him, breathing slow and deep, one arm draped across his own stomach. Jamie watched him for a second, warmth spreading in his chest. Spencer had bought him those new clothes, taken him out for dinner after practice, and made sure the new guys in the band knew Jamie was part of everything too. Jamie wanted to give something back.

He slid down under the blanket, maneuvering so he wouldn’t wake Spencer too soon. Spencer’s cock was already half-hard, resting against his thigh. Jamie wrapped his fingers around the base and gave it a slow stroke, feeling it thicken in his hand. He leaned in and dragged his tongue from the base up to the head, tasting the faint salt of skin. Spencer shifted but didn’t open his eyes yet.

Jamie opened his mouth and took the head in, sucking gently while his tongue swirled around the tip. He worked more of it into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he bobbed his head. Spencer’s cock grew fully hard against his tongue, the thick length stretching Jamie’s lips. Jamie’s own dick stiffened from the feel of it, but he kept his focus on Spencer.