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The crowd sounded particularly rowdy for this concert, Thorne thought as he stood in his dressing room, coating his lips in shimmery pink gloss. He capped the tube of lip-gloss and stuck back into his black makeup bag, sitting on the vanity counter. He leaned closer to the mirror, examining his face for any smudges or streaks. His black hair was styled into messy spikes and he wore tight black leather pants, a sleeveless black shirt, and designer shoes that made him appear a little taller. His painted nails flashed as he adjusted the spiked leather bracelet he wore on his right wrist, then the silver skull ring on his left hand.
“Showtime,” he said to himself with a smile at his reflection.
He exited his dressing room and felt a presence next to him as he closed the door. He grinned and turned to face an older man, wearing black jeans, boots, and a long leather jacket that fell to his waist. Stitched across the front of the shirt he wore beneath was the word “Security”. The man was extremely handsome. Bloody sexy, to Thorne. A brooding face framed by long dark hair that hung to broad shoulders, a trimmed black beard, and blue eyes that reflected the lights like the surface of a smooth body of water.
“Hey, Lucian,” Thorne said. “How is everything?”
“The crowd seems a little more…energetic than usual,” Lucian replied in that smooth accent of his. “But there hasn’t been any problems so far.” He shifted his weight. “I’ll keep an eye on things.”
“That’s my favourite bodyguard,” Thorne said, clapping Lucian on the shoulder. “Always sniffing out the troublemakers, eh?” He wiggled his eyebrows.
Lucian smiled. “Indeed.” He looped two strong arms around Thorne’s waist, pulling him closer to his broad chest. “I think I’ve found one right here.”
Thorne laughed as Lucian’s lips met his in a kiss, his hands settling on the other man’s shoulders. Lucian’s facial hair tickled the other man’s face as they kissed, his hands squeezing Thorne’s waist, tilting his head to try and deepen the kiss. Thorne hummed and pulled away, placing both hands on Lucian’s chest.
“Sorry, love,” the singer said apologetically. “These lips are made up and I don’t have time to reapply anything.” He stroked Lucian’s chest when the older man growled softly. “Don’t worry, tiger. You can have me all to yourself once we’re back at the hotel, I promise.”
Lucian’s lips quirked into a smirk at the pet name ‘tiger,’ and his eyes gleamed. “Very well. I’ll walk you to the stage.”
Thorne grinned and slipped his hand into Lucian’s as they walked toward the stage. Thorne kissed Lucian one more time before he ran out onto the stage amid the cheering and flashing lights. Throughout his performance, Thorne saw Lucian standing nearby, watching with his arms crossed over his chest, a prideful smile on his lips. Thorne winked at him before resuming singing.
Once the concert was over, there was a meet-and-greet with some fans who had backstage passes. Thorne changed into some different clothes and refreshed his makeup, then Lucian walked him to the meet area, where already, several fans were waiting eagerly in line. As Thorne took pictures and signed autographs, he was aware of Lucian’s presence, a foot away, watching silently. It was a more muted version of the glare he used to have that would intimidate fans and sometimes even scare them off, back when Thorne first hired him, after they had been together for a few months.
Finally, an hour later, Thorne and Lucian were in their hotel room, on the top floor, with a balcony that overlooked London. Lucian stood at the window, staring out across the gleaming city beneath them. He still wore his black jeans and black Security shirt, but he’d shed his boots and leather coat. Thorne came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a soft white robe, his hair damp and skin flushed from his shower, his face clean of makeup.
“Love, you can relax,” he said when he saw Lucian at the window. “It’s just us here.”
“I know,” Lucian replied, turning to face the singer.
Thorne smiled at him and walked over, winding his arms around the older man’s shoulders and bringing him closer. Lucian pulled him in by his waist and kissed him, gently at first, but Thorne pressed himself more firmly against his lover’s body with a soft moan. Lucian growled and kissed the rock star deeper, hungrier, his teeth nipping at Thorne’s lower lip. They were sharper than normal and Thorne gasped, letting Lucian’s tongue slip between his teeth, exploring his mouth. The singer tangled his fingers in the older man’s long dark hair, pressing their hips together, feeling the bulge in Lucian’s jeans pressing against him.
Lucian slipped a hand between them as they kissed and undid the belt of Thorne’s robe, pushing the white fabric off the singer’s shoulders, leaving him in just a tight pair of black boxers. Lucian ran his strong, rough hands down Thorne’s back to his arse, squeezing roughly, slipping a muscular thigh between the rock star’s legs. Thorne whined, grinding his erection against his lover’s thigh, tugging lightly at his hair.
“Fuck, baby, please,” Thorne moaned. “I want you, Lucian. Fuck me, babe.”
“With pleasure,” Lucian replied huskily.
He pulled Thorne into his arms, bridal-style, showing off that incredible strength of his. Thorne shivered and wrapped his arms around the older man’s neck, kissing him deeply. Lucian carried him to the bed and tossed the singer roughly onto the mattress, then pounced and straddled his hips. The older man leaned down, kissing up Thorne’s thigh, belly, and chest, before sealing their mouths together again. Thorne cupped the back of Lucian’s head with one hand and placed the other one on his rib cage, feeling the hardness of his muscles through the thin dark threads of his shirt.
“Let me see you, babe,” Thorne said between hot kisses, tugging at the hem of Lucian’s shirt.
Lucian hesitated like he always did, though it was brief. He sat back and let Thorne pull his shirt off and toss it away. The singer’s blue eyes widened in awe at the sight of Lucian’s bare torso, strong and solid and muscled. Thorne licked his lips and reached up, running his hands all over his lover’s warm skin, which felt somehow rough and smooth at the same time.
“Christ, you are so bloody sexy,” Thorne breathed. “Look at all that fucking muscle.”
Lucian’s eyes flashed and he smiled almost wolfishly. He grabbed both of Thorne’s hands with one of his own and pinned them above the singer’s head. Thorne moaned and melted under his lover’s weight. Lucian leaned down, his beard rasping against the singer’s sensitive skin as he trailed biting kisses down Thorne’s neck, but not really leaving a mark. Not yet, anyway. He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked. Thorne cried out, arching his back, and wiggling slightly under his lover.
“Oh, fuck,” he hissed.
Lucian smiled against his chest, his teeth scraping across the tender bud as it peaked. He moved to the other one and left bruises around both, running fingertips down Thorne’s sternum to his belly, the muscles jumping at Lucian’s practiced touch. He cupped his hand over Thorne’s cock, rubbing it through his boxers. The rock star whined and rocked his hips into the touch, staring up at Lucian with lust burning in his eyes.
“Fuck me, Lucian,” he moaned. “I need you inside me, babe, I want you inside of me.”
Lucian kissed him savagely, biting at his bottom lip and soothing the sting with his tongue. “You’re so pretty when you beg me to fuck you.”
Thorne blushed despite himself. Lucian kissed his hot cheek and tore the singer’s underwear cleanly off his body, tossing the shreds of fabric across the room. Thorne almost protested that, but any thoughts about his clothing left his mind as Lucian’s hand wrapped around his bare cock, stroking him firmly. Thorne moaned, digging his heels into the mattress. He stared at the bulge in Lucian’s jeans and licked his lips.
“You’re still too dressed,” he said. “I need to feel you against me, babe.”
Lucian released his lover and hastened to undo his jeans, tossing his belt one way, quickly shedding the black denim and the underwear beneath. His cock jutted out between his legs, hard and long and leaking, dark with need. He covered Thorne’s body with his own again, kissing him once more. His hands free, Thorne ran them all over Lucian’s body, exploring, feeling every ridge of muscle, until they stopped on the older man’s back.
Thorne stroked his lover’s back, which was covered by long, rough scars that Lucian still hadn’t told him about. He was as mysterious as he was sexy, making him all the more alluring and intoxicating to Thorne. The rock star grabbed his lover’s hair and kissed him, grinding their erections together. Lucian moaned against their lips and kissed at Thorne’s neck again, then nibbled at his earlobe.
“You’re so beautiful,” the older man whispered. “You look gorgeous underneath me, my love.”
Thorne blushed at that and whined. “Lucian.”
The older man kissed him soothingly and reached toward the nightstand, where he pulled a bottle of lube from the top drawer. He flipped it open and coated some of his fingers. Thorne spread his legs and sprawled against the pillows. Lucian kissed him, oddly gentle, even as his hands skimmed down Thorne’s flank to the inside of his thigh, to his arse. Lucian squeezed it with a low growl of approval, idly circling his lover’s entrance before sinking one finger inside of him, up to the knuckle. Thorne arched his back again, gathering the sheets in his fists, his knuckles going white. Lucian was quick with the preparation, his eyes dark as the night with lust and desire.
He slicked up his heavy erection and settled over Thorne, hooking the younger man’s legs around his waist. Thorne grabbed his lover’s hair and pulled him down for a messy kiss as Lucian sank inside of him. The older man moaned loudly as he bottomed out, gritting his teeth at the tightness and heat. He wasted no time and started thrusting, deep and fast, an almost primal intensity. He always fucked Thorne like this after a concert or anything really public, fueled by a jealousy that Thorne had told him he didn’t need to feel, but he’d also be lying if he said having such a possessive, protective lover didn’t turn him on immensely or make him feel incredibly safe.
He yanked more firmly on Lucian’s hair, making the older man snarl. His eyes seemed to change colour for a moment, flashing to a bluish-white like a full moon. He thrust harder into Thorne, the bed quaking and banging against the wall. Thorne’s toes curled into the mattress and he cried out in ecstasy.
“Yes, Lucian, yes.” he mewled. “Oh, fucking hell, just like that. Fuck me until we break this bloody bed, babe. Don’t stop, oh Christ, please don’t fucking stop.”
“Thorne,” Lucian moaned. “Oh, my love.”
He laced his fingers through Thorne’s messy dark hair and tugged his head back, making the singer hiss in pain and pleasure. Lucian attacked his neck with sucking kisses and bites, his teeth sharp and hungry against the rock star’s skin. His powerful thrusts were bringing Thorne closer and closer to the edge. Thorne convulsed and yelled Lucian’s name as his orgasm hit him like a speeding train, his prick shooting hot white ropes between their bellies.
Lucian watched with hunger on his face as his lover came undone beneath him. He latched onto the side of the rock star’s neck and came deep inside of Thorne, filling him completely. Thorne moaned at the feeling of being filled by his lover and at the feeling of the bite on his neck. Lucian kissed it tenderly, as if in apology, as they both came down from their orgasms. The older man gently pulled out and Thorne whined softly at the sudden lack of fullness.
Lucian kissed his forehead and stroked his cheek to soothe him, then got off the bed and retreated into the bathroom. He returned with a damp, warm cloth and cleaned off Thorne’s skin, wiping away the sweat and come. Thorne stretched out on the bed like a cat, already feeling a pleasant ache in his body. Lucian climbed onto the bed again and gathered him close to his muscled chest, stroking his sweaty hair.
Throne pillowed his head on Lucian’s chest and traced his hard abdomen, running his fingers along the paths of his lover’s muscles. Lucian reached down and took his hand, interlacing their fingers against his stomach. Thorne yawned and nestled closer to Lucian’s warmth, breathing in the smell of musk and leather and sex.
“Get some rest, my love,” Lucian said, petting Thorne’s hair. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“I know you will,” Thorne replied sleepily, closing his eyes.