The Band

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The Band – Shayne Carmichael & Mychael Black

Chei, G, and Lil are a rising star band. G and Chei share an on again/off again fuck buddy relationship, and everything is fine. That is until G decides he wants to try to have a serious relationship. Instead of choosing wisely, G chooses Geoffrey, a fan with a nasty temper.

Chei has always been in love with his childhood friend, G, but realizing there will never be anything serious between them, he starts dating their mutual friend, Robbie. As things begin to fall apart between G and Geoffrey, Chei falls in love with Robbie.

How in the heck will they be able to untangle the messes that have been made?

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EXCERPT:

The vibration of sound pulsed through Cheitan, and the energy from the yelling crowd in front of the stage fueled his own. Near him, Giovanni strode across the stage, belting out the song and further whipping up the crowd. When G turned, he grabbed Chei and humped Chei’s leg. Roars of excitement rose around them as everybody went wild.

G whirled around and lifted his guitar up as Chei began mock-fucking him. Gripping Chei’s hip, G ground tightly back against Chei as he continued to sing. Chei’s hand dropped to the front of his pants, palm rubbing over the bulge. Both of their hard-ons were evident within the tight constrictions of their pants when G stepped away.

Screaming cheers erupted and frantically waving hands stretched to the front of the stage as G walked the edge, teasing them. Past the bright stage lights, Chei could see some of the faces of the fans cheering them on. They were all having a damn good time. The only two faces he recognized were their friends Robbie and Tim.

This was the last show of the tour Gawth opened for the major headliner, Voices of the Dead. It’d been a fantastic piece of luck that Voices’ lead singer Rick had caught one of their club shows and decided to ask them to join part of the tour. Watching G strut, Chei smirked then beckoned to him and pointed downward.

G dropped to his knees in front of Chei and leaned forward, mouthing the material covering Chei’s cock. All Chei could see was G’s burgundy, spiked hair, but he could feel that fucking mouth.

“Fuck yeah, G.” Chei’s words sounded across the concert hall, and the crowd took up the chorus, chanting G on.

After leaving a sufficiently wet stain on Chei’s pants, G stood, waving his fist in triumph, and finished up the song. Chei’s gaze followed G, far too aware of the ache of his own cock.

A flourish of the drums behind them completed the song and Lilith tossed the drumsticks into the crowd. When the lights winked out, all of them headed off the stage, leaving the equipment for the crew to take care of.

“Fuck, six whole weeks and now it’s over.”