Rock All Night

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We lay in bed, him holding my body against his, and just talked for a long time afterwards.

A good portion of it was Derek busting my chops.

“See? Was that so difficult?” he teased.

“What?”

“Sleeping with me.”

I rolled my eyes, though he couldn’t see. “Whatever. If you hadn’t been such an a*shole last night – ”

“Me?! How was I an a*shole?”

“What, you don’t remember the 200 pairs of boobs you signed?”

“Oh… that.”

“‘Oh, THAT,’” I mimicked, and twisted his nipple.

“Aaaaah!” he laughed, and started tickling me in retaliation, which led to roughhousing, which led to more kissing.

After a minute, though, he pulled away and smiled. “It was just to make you jealous.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet.”

“Seems like it worked.”

I wasn’t about to tell him that, yeah, it worked, all right.

“Didn’t work so great, or we could have been doing this last night.”

“Hey, I tried the straightforward approach – ”

“Can we not talk about this?”

Derek grinned. “What was it that changed your mind?”

He was a little too pleased with himself for me to fully bare my soul. “I don’t know… I guess I kind of talked myself into it…”

“Me singing songs for you didn’t have the slightest thing to do with it?”

“‘I Want You To Want Me,’” I smiled.

“And last night – ”

“‘Still Into You.’”

“So you did get the coded messages.”

“They weren’t that coded.”

He tapped lightly on my head with his knuckles. “No, but when the head is this thick, you can’t exactly use subtlety – ”

“HEY!” I yelled, and pinched him, which led to another tickling bout, which ended with more making out.

“I think you’re just making me mad so you can end up kissing me,” I murmured a few minutes later.

“Yeah, apparently the way into your pants is making you mad.”

“The way into my pants is by being sweet.”

“I tried that four years ago. Didn’t work.”

Ouch.

I didn’t say anything back, just rested my head on his chest.

“Hey, I was just kidding,” he said lightly.

“No you weren’t.”

He paused.

“No, I wasn’t… but I’m glad we’re here now. I wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world.”

I looked up at him, and he smiled at me.

“Me neither,” I whispered.

And then he cupped my face in his hand and kissed me again.

We lay like that, in each other’s arms, silent for a few more minutes.

“Shouldn’t we get back?” I asked him.

He frowned. “What? Why?”

“Miles is going to throw a fit – I’m surprised he hasn’t called you yet.”

“I don’t have a cell phone.”

I raised up on my arm and stared down at him. “Still?!”

He laughed at my reaction.

“You know, I think you’ve got enough money now,” I pointed out.

“Now I’ve got enough money I don’t need a cell phone. I have people for that.”

“‘I have people for that,’” I mimicked him.

Which led to more tickling.

But this time I stopped short of kissing.

“Seriously, Derek – he’s going to be really, really angry – ”

“F*ck Miles,” he said blithely.

“Yeah, you can say that, but you’re the lead singer of the band. Me, on the other hand – ”

“You’re covered. You’re f*cking the lead singer of the band,” Derek said, stifling a laugh, which led to me smacking his chest in playful outrage, which led to more tickling, which led again to roughhousing.

I pushed him off me. “Seriously, though – ”

“Seriously, though, f*ck Miles,” he growled. “What good is it being a rock star if you have to jump every time some little British a*shole with a Napoleon complex snaps his fingers? F*ck ‘im. We’ll get to San Diego for the show tomorrow. Until then, you’re all mine.”

After that, we went straight to the kissing.

But we didn’t stop with that.

As he lay there kissing me, I felt something soft and heavy and hot brush across my thigh.

His cock, I thought.

Mmmmmm.

I moved my hand down and touched it. He wasn’t even halfway erect, but he was big and thick and felt amazing in my hand. I loved the weight of him, feeling him fill my palm and drape heavily over my hand.

I tickled my fingers up and down his shaft, then toyed with his balls.

He quickly became more than halfway erect.

He groaned as I stroked him, then pulled back and looked me in the eyes.

“Do you remember what I said when we walked in here?”

I searched my brain, but my extreme level of lust at the time must have interfered with my memories.

Not to mention my growing level of lust now as I held his cock in my hand.

“I said I wanted the night we should’ve had four years ago…” I recalled.

“That’s right. Did you get it?”

I smiled and kissed him. “…yeah.”

He smiled back, but it was a lot more dangerous… and, dare I say, hungry.

“And now, I get to do whatever I want to you,” he whispered huskily.

And he did.

Boy, did he ever.