Tangled Weeds (The Road to Rocktoberfest 2024)

Twenty-Two

Johnny

I was never pushy with sex, but Devon made me want him more than I’d ever wanted anyone, and I wasn’t willing to play games with him. Plus, I had the feeling he had been played a few too many times in the past. My eyes rolled back in my head as I rested my hand on his chest and rode him as hard as I could. One of his hands was locked around my wrist, while his other hand held onto the bed like his life depended on it.

I rode him hard, and he pressed up in me as we moved like we’d been doing this for years rather than it being the first time. His abs flexed and his dick swelled, and I knew he was nearly there. I shook his hand off my wrist and wrapped it around my dick while guiding it with my own. Showing him the spot on the head that made me lose it, and how tight I liked him to grip me. He brushed my hand away and after a few strokes and a brush of his thumb over that sensitive spot, I shot all over his chest. He gripped my hips and drove into me a few times before he was shaking with his own release.

I collapsed to the side as he slid out of me, then he grabbed the condom and tied it off before flinging it onto the floor. “That was amazing,” he said before wrapping me in his arms and kissing me.

“Not too pushy?” I asked, worried I’d thrown myself at him a little too hard.

He pulled back and met my eyes. “Are you kidding me?” He grinned before kissing my nose. “You can be pushy with me all you want.”

“You may come to regret those words,” I whispered and snuggled in as close as I could get to his warm skin.

Both of us dozed for a short time before deciding we really needed to shower and get the cum and lube off us. There was plenty of room, and it was nice to have someone else help wash me. It was even nicer washing him off. Devon had muscles on his muscles. His back and arms were ripped, and I couldn’t get enough of touching them.

“I like this,” he said and gripped my dick.

“Good thing,” I said making us both laugh.

“I like that you’re bare, it’s so fucking hot, and your skin feels amazing.”

“I try to keep a clean machine,” I said, not even joking. I shaved almost daily to maintain that smooth feeling and I was happy he appreciated it, because I wasn’t changing it for nothing.

After squirting some body wash into his hand, he gripped both of us and started to slowly stroke. His lips glided down my neck slowly while his hand kept pace. The slow buildup was excruciating and so, so enticing. Our hips moved slowly as the heat and fire built between us and I hoped this moment never ended while simultaneously looking for that release we both craved. We moved together so effortlessly, and I couldn’t understand how we seemed to know each other’s bodies so well.

The second orgasm was as amazing as the first and lying in bed in fluffy robes after, was fun and cozy. “I’m hungry, how about you?” I asked and walked over to get the menu.

“I can always eat,” he said and turned on the television.

“What sounds good?” I asked and sat next to him so he could see the menu.

“One of everything?” he said and kissed my shoulder.

“Well, I’m not quite that hungry.” I smiled at him, and he stroked his hand down my arm. I loved that he was so affectionate, and as much as he seemed to love touching me, I loved his touch.

“How does pizza sound? We can both pick one,” he said.

“And some wings?”

“Oh, a man after my heart. Cheesy bread?”

I put my fist to my heart and closed my eyes. “Make it so.” He laughed before reading the directions on how to order and then dialing the number to the kitchen.

“They said it’ll be around twenty-five minutes,” he said when he hung up.

“Perfect.” I patted the bed, and he shuffled the pillows up to the headboard so we could sit there and watch some mindless show on the flat screen.

“Where is your room?” Devon asked.

“Right next door. How lucky is that?” I asked, because as far as I was concerned it was lucky as fuck that he was so close.

He grinned at me and bumped me with his shoulder. “This whole trip has been that way. I never thought I’d get the chance to play with Blinding Light, and I really didn’t think I’d have a chance to tour with them. Then meeting you . . . well I feel like the luckiest fucker out there right now.”

“Then I must be the second luckiest. I still can’t believe we managed to get the band back together and now we’re the opening act for Blinding Light. Well, for a few shows anyway.” We laughed, and it felt so good to not be stressed over band shit, and just be able to enjoy one night of being with someone who understood. And I knew Devon understood.

A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. “Food’s here,” I whispered and jumped up off the bed. Devon walked behind me, and we opened the door together.

“Room service,” the older man said with a smile.

“Right in here,” Devon said and held the door while the man pushed in the service cart.

“There you are, when you’re finished you can just leave the cart in the hall and we’ll take care of it,” he said and started to walk out.

“Oh, wait a minute,” Devon said and after rummaging around for his pants, he pulled out a twenty and gave it to the man.

“Thank you, sir, I appreciate it.” Devon held the door for him as he left and as soon as the door closed, we were both lifting food covers.

“Oh, this looks good,” I said, and we loaded up one of the plates they also provided and got comfortable on the sofa. “Now this is living.”

Devon laughed before taking a bite. He didn’t need to say it, I knew how he felt. We’d both gotten very lucky this week.