After the Show

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After the Show – Mychael Black

Chaz is a drummer in a rock band who has a thing for piercings. As he leaves his friend’s tattoo parlor, he bumps into a business man. Devin Sharpe is utterly irresistible. Neither man is shy about what he wants, and things progress quickly between them. When Chaz has a gig at a goth club, he never expects to see Devin there. But Devin shocks him in more ways than one.

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EXCERPT: 

“Ow!”

“Don’t move or it’ll be crooked.”

Chaz hissed and gripped the leather arms of the chair tighter. “Hurry the fuck up, will ya? It fucking hurts.”

“Oh, shut up, you pussy.”

“Fuck you,” he grumbled, gritting his teeth while the needle rapidly poked holes in his skin.

“Sorry,” Brad muttered with looking up, “you’re not my type.”

“No shit–fuck!” His head slammed back against the chair when Brad hit a sensitive spot.

“There. Done.” The needle was set aside and Brad cleaned the new tat gently. “Though it’s certainly not what I would get, it suits you.”

Grinning despite wanting to knock his best friend’s head off, Chaz looked down. Daffy Duck scowled at him upside down. “Cool.”

“You’re weird.”

Chaz glanced up at Brad, one eyebrow raised, and smirked. “Yet you still hang out with me.”

“You’re still fucking weird.” Brad swatted him on the head and tossed Chaz’s shorts at him. “Welcome to the world of the decorated.”

“I am decorated,” Chaz countered as he stood. He pulled his shorts back up, taking care not to bump his left thigh.

Brad shook his head. “No. We are not going there again. I’m not a piercer; I only care about ink. Rings in your dick don’t count.”

“Not in my dick.” Chaz leaned forward and stole a quick kiss before Brad could smack him. “It’s behind my balls,” he whispered.

Shuddering slightly, Brad stepped back. “Ouch. Just…” He grabbed his crotch and squeezed his eyes shut. “Ouch.” Brad led the way back to the front. “I know why you got Daffy, but why on your thigh?” he asked as he leaned on the counter.

Chaz tugged his wallet out and counted out the money for the tat. “Well, what better way to start a conversation when a guy’s face is buried in my pubes?”