Tangled Weeds (The Road to Rocktoberfest 2024)

Three

Liam Tarrant

“ I ’m so glad we’re home, even if it is just a short while,” I said as Shamus flopped onto the couch as soon as he’d opened the door. We both lived in his house now, and at first, I couldn’t get used to it because I’d never lived with anyone else, and not to complain about the love of my life, but Shamus could be a lot at times.

“Don’t be surprised if Ma and Da stop by tomorrow. They’re in the area and you know how they are. If they’re here, they’ll be stopping by.” Shamus was tired, his voice held a lot of his Irish accent that normally was hard to hear, but not when he was tired or drunk.

“I don’t mind that, I can cook I if you want,” I said and shrugged a shoulder. I’d never been that into cooking, but Shamus loved it when I did, so it made it hard to say no when he asked.

“We’ll only have the one day off before we’re back to practice again. I think we should take tomorrow off and relax. We never get to relax just you and I, love,” he said as he held his hand out to me. I took it and sat next to where he was stretched out the full length of the couch.

“That sounds so good,” I said as I relaxed onto him and rested my head on his chest. His hand trailed gently down my back, and I was so close to sleep I had to force myself not to nod off. “It’s still my turn to fuck you.”

“What are we waiting for?” he asked and clambered around until he was standing in front of me. “Come on.” I again grabbed his offered hand, and he dragged me to the bedroom before climbing on the bed and pulling me along with him.

“Take your clothes off,” I said as I stood on the side of the bed watching him. He slowly started to lift his shirt, knowing exactly how fucking much I loved seeing him strip. Shamus was hot as hell on stage. All sex and sass, but when we were alone, he had a way of turning me inside out. He ran his hands down his chest and over his toned abs while gyrating just enough I started to get hard. He squeezed his dick through the same jeans he’d worn on stage. Way too tight but not quite tight enough at the same time.

“I’m thinking about getting more ink,” he said but all I could focus on was his body. “Right here.” He pointed to a spot over his heart to the left of where Blinding Light was tattooed next to a microphone.

“I will never say no to more,” I said. I’d added a few small tattoos since joining the band, one of them was similar to what Easy had but with a guitar instead of a microphone. “What are you thinking of?” I looked at my arms and thought of my back that was nearly solid but as Easy—Shamus traced his fingers along one of them, I knew getting them wasn’t something I’d ever regret.

“I want to get a Celtic love knot,” he said, and his eyes took on an intensity that I knew meant this was serious to him.

“Show me what it looks like.” Suddenly fucking my hot boyfriend wasn’t as important as it had been only a moment before. I climbed on the bed next to him as he scrolled through some pictures of different versions. One of them was similar to two hearts woven together.

“This one,” he whispered. “I want to see if they could hide our names in the design.”

I traced my finger along the delicate woven symbol and imagined it on his skin. “Over your heart?” I asked.

“Yea, that’s what I was thinking.”

“Here?” I asked and kissed where he’d indicated.

“Yeah.” His voice took on the low growl it had when we were both so turned on neither of us could form a coherent thought beyond wanting to feel each other in every way.

“What if I get the same tattoo?” I asked and didn’t have to wait long for his answer.

“I love ye,” he said, his accent heavy and sexy as hell.

“I love you too. Now get those pants off so we can fuck.” He laughed at my words but wasted no time stripping out of his tight jeans and I wasted no time stripping out of mine and we met on the bed facing each other. Sometimes we fucked all frantic kisses and hard dicks ready for release, but not today. Today I leaned in and kissed him deeply while pulling him close to me. Love swirled around us and when I finally pressed into him, I pictured both of us with the same tattoo and found I couldn’t wait for it.

We took it slow and easy, and it was somehow more intense than when I pounded into him. Joining Blinding Light had been a dream come true, but meeting Shamus and falling in love with him was better than any gig we’d ever play. I rolled him over so he was facing away from me and held him as tight as I could while slowly making love to him. Whispered words of love and promises of forever fell from my lips as he found my hand and held it tight in his.

“No one ever made me feel the way you do,” he whispered, and I kissed the back of his neck and reached for his straining dick. He grunted and his hips thrust in reaction as he came all over my hand. I followed before the pulses of his orgasm had ended and held him close until I knew if I didn’t deal with the condom I’d be dealing with a mess. I slipped out of bed and got a warm washcloth to clean us both up while Shamus didn’t move an inch.

“Good night, baby,” I whispered against his neck and pulled a blanket over us. He was exhausted. The weeks on the road finally catching up to him and being in our own bed and out of the bus was heaven. Everything was going so great right now and it was so nice to have time off. I fell asleep dreaming of playing on another stage with the guys, sharing the same tattoo with Shamus, and blowing everyone away with our amazing sound.