Page 69 of Filthy Rock Stars
“Nico, they were literally applauding for you. Think of it like the audience’s way of sending you back all the energy you just gave them. It’s reciprocal.”
He tilts his eyes toward the ceiling. “Huh. That is a nice way to think about it.”
I glance at the book. “Psychic space dolphins? Am I understanding this right?”
Nico hums. “Oh, that one’s very good if you like cheesy and absurd. It’s from the seventies.”
“I love cheesy and absurd. Maybe I’ll read this while I’m here.”
Nico smiles, quite pleased by that. “I guess I can give you the very short tour,” he says. He takes my hand, guiding me away from the shelves. “Right this way.”
His place is exactly like I would have imagined it, neat and thoughtfully organized and with plenty of Nico’s touches. There’s a big wall calendar from the Natural History Museum, a stylish old reading chair in the living room, a picture of him and some friends playing board games on the fridge. There’s nothing glamorous, but the little white tub with candles on the rim, the library books by the door, the station in the bedroom where he writes music—all of it fascinates me because it’s him.
I kiss him in the kitchen, lifting him into me. Nico slides his tongue into my mouth and pulls me through the rest of his apartment with him. We hump each other against the bookcase and crawl the hallway, and right when I think my dick is going to explode, we stumble into the bedroom.
I make love to him in his own bed, long and good. His scent is everywhere, like a drug that drives me into him again and again, clawing back my orgasm until I know he’s spent and I unload.
It’s well past dark when we’re finally done. Nico crawls out of my arms, cleans us both, and disappears. I lay there, smiling, good and tired and staring at the ceiling, until he appears again ten minutes later. He’s still naked, his beautiful cock hanging between his slim thighs, plump, and he’s got a tray of food.
I sit up. “Did you just make that?”
Nico joins me on the bed as he carefully sets the tray between us. “It’s nothing special. Quesadillas with some veggies. And some rice and beans. I prep a lot of the week’s food on Monday, so it was easy to throw together.” He smiles. “Hungry?”
“Extremely,” I answer, then pull him to me, devouring his mouth.
Nico laughs and pushes me away. “Careful!” he yelps. “Don’t spill.”
“I would never,” I tease. I pull him closer to my chest and carefully retrieve a bite of quesadilla and, using a cloth napkin, feed it to him. “See? Perfectly tidy.”
He laughs, happily chewing. I take a bite and groan in appreciation before I shove the rest in my mouth. “Fuck yeah.”
Nico swallows and tilts his eyes up, then sits to face me properly. “I have some good news. At least, I think it’s good news.”
“Yeah?”
“I’m supposed to go to LA on Saturday. The band wants to send me.”
“No shit. What for?”
“Our rep, Fox, is taking me,” he explains. “He’s kind of like a manager, agent, everything rolled into one. We’re going to meet with some publicity people, I’m not sure I totally understand. But the general idea is that he’s going to give me a crash course on how to navigate being a rock star.”
“That’s a great idea. I love you getting some more tools.” I remember what he said. “Wait, why is this maybe not good news?”
“It’s not bad,” he says quickly. “I just thought, if we’re both in LA?”
“Maybe we could meet up.”
“Or will you be too busy?” he asks. “I know you’re traveling with Forbidden Destiny. Maybe it’s not possible.”
I shrug. “Pretty risky. I guess we shouldn’t try to indulge your kink at the rock fest or anything.”
He laughs, and I notice that his cock stirs, twitching back to life.
“Oh?” I drag my hand down his body to his thigh, groping him. “You like that idea? Too bad the arena will be crawling with staff, not to mention all the Forbidden Destiny fans. Probably couldn’t find somewhere private there if we tried.”
Nico wiggles. “Well, I’m sure wecouldfind a way,” he says, correcting me. “I’ve spent a lot of time reasoning out this sort of thing, Shadow.”
I laugh. “I’m sure you have.”