After the second recording, I played around with the equalizer on his vocal track until I noticed him sitting quietly next to me, watching everything I did.

  “I’m sorry. This is rude,” I said. “I’ll stop now.”

  “No, not now. Do whatever needs to be done. We won’t have a chance to do this again anytime soon, so we’d better make sure it’s as good as it can be.” He scooted closer and rested his arm on my shoulder, examining the screen. His chest pressed against my back, just slightly, but enough to make me feel that he was really there with me and equally invested.

  For another minute, I tweaked a few things and made sure to save the file on my computer, my external backup drive, and in the cloud, to ensure it wouldn’t be accidentally deleted. But I had to admit that, from the moment he leaned against me, my thoughts weren’t on the music anymore. All I could focus on were his slow breaths, the rustle of our clothes against each other, and how his fingers tapped against my shoulder, still in time with our song.

  This was all I had ever wished for: someone to make music with. Someone to hold me, someone who wanted to stay close, who encouraged me to keep going, who wanted to create something together with me. It was like a dream coming true—only it wouldn’t last past tonight.

  Sebastian lived in Las Vegas, which was not even remotely close to Seastone, and he was leaving in a few hours. Even if we exchanged numbers, even if he recorded more vocals for me at his place and sent them over, there still wouldn’t be a future in it.

  As those thoughts whirled through my head, the world turned upside down. First, my body became so light that I feared losing touch with the ground. Then, it became so heavy that I felt as if the universe were about to crush me. There would be no after this. Not after tonight.

  I saved the file, as if I could save this moment, and turned my head ever so slightly toward him. “Wanna listen to it one last time?”

  “M-hm.”

  He eased his arm off my shoulder and stretched it across my back. His forehead rested against mine. I clicked play—and didn’t move a muscle as he held me while our song played. His recorded voice filled the space around us, but the second he cleared his throat, I could only hear the living, breathing Sebastian right next to me. His real voice even drowned out the recorded version of him. I twisted my head to catch a glimpse of his face, only to find him doing the same.

  “Are you happy?” he asked.

  “More than I have been in a long time.”

  I turned my head further. I shouldn’t have. Giving in to this would only make it harder in the morning when he had to leave, but… I decided that this wasn’t my problem, not right now, at least. That was something for the Alex of tomorrow to worry about.

  He leaned his head against mine, our foreheads touching softly. We shared a glance more intense than any we had shared before. As the song reached its second chorus, we leaned in at the same time and pressed our mouths together.

  Tingles shot through me, reminding me of all the things I had wanted to do with him when we sat on that boulder. It could have gone much further than making out back then if it hadn’t been so cold—and so stupid.

  But now? Now, I wanted to give in.

  I ran my hands up and down his back and, when they reached his waist, he chuckled. He grabbed my wrist and guided it toward his ass. “Don’t be shy, Alex.” The last word got muffled as his lips were back on mine before he finished speaking.

  The song ended, and the sounds of our bodies singing together took over. Whenever his lips left mine to reposition for the next kiss, a little hum escaped Sebastian’s mouth. His kisses grew fiercer, each new one pushing the boundaries of what we were doing a little further.

  Then the faint click of a key sliding into the front door downstairs cut through our song.

  I held my breath, pulled away from Sebastian, and turned my head toward the door. Bewildered, he pulled back too, searching my face for an answer, when the thud of the front door opening downstairs, followed by voices, made him snap his head toward the noise.

  Sebastian stared at me, mouthing for me to be silent, and I couldn’t have agreed more. We didn’t move an inch, staying as close together as possible.

  A few seconds later, their footsteps moved away.

  My shoulders sank. Sebastian couldn’t quite stifle his laughter. His forehead dropped toward my shoulder. “Oh, man.” Despite his attempts to keep quiet, his chest shook. “You never get any privacy in this house.”

  “At least we had it for the last half hour.” I joined his silent chuckles.

  His hands wouldn’t let go of me even as he checked the time on his phone. “They went to the party room. Based on past experience, I think we’ve got some time before they come back. Wanna risk it?”

  “There is no way we’re going to stop now,” I said and kissed him again. We had already stepped over the edge. This was our only chance to give in to those feelings. Who knew if they would even still be there tomorrow? We might as well enjoy the opportunity.

  His hands explored my body and, following his lead, I explored his. My fingers wandered down to his ass, brushing over the smooth skin above his waistband. The longer we went on, the more intense our touches became, until our shirts rode up, exposing skin here and there. Eventually, he got bold enough to slide his hand over my crotch, feeling me through my pants.

  “This is such a bad idea,” he whispered, his fingers wrapping around the outline of my cock, stroking it through the fabric.

  “Or it’s the best idea ever.”

  Encouraged, I felt up his bulge, too. Judging by the horny “oh” he let out, it was definitely to his taste. His erection pressed against his pants, twitching at my touch, making me long to hear all the sounds he could make. I wanted to explore his whole body, get to know every inch, so I could remember it when he was gone.

  “Get up,” I whispered, stood up, and pulled him with me.

  My mouth searched for his neck. More and more “ohs” escaped him as I kissed his skin, each one more exhilarating than the last. His chest rose against mine as my right hand slid down his side and went straight for the prize. His “oh” turned into a full-on moan that wrapped its enchanting grip around my soul and made my whole body shiver. I squeezed his dick through his pants. His beautiful moan lengthened, letting me know I was hitting the right keys. With each squeeze, he made more beautiful sounds I could get lost in. It was like a private concert.

  Then, without warning, footsteps shuffled through the hallway. I was too far gone to worry about it anymore, though. I brushed my nose against his neck and inhaled.

  “Oh shit,” Sebastian whispered as he listened to what was going on in the hallway. His hand shot to my head, holding me in place.

  I opened my mouth and let my tongue glide over his skin. He inhaled sharply, holding back a moan that would’ve been the lead vocals if not for the footsteps outside. A slight, suppressed whimper made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I let go of his bulge and slipped my hand under his waistband into the warmth of his jeans, feeling up his hard, smooth dick. My efforts were immediately rewarded. A cacophony of little held-back cries simultaneously begged for mercy and for me to keep going.

  The footsteps passed the door and continued up the back staircase to the third floor.

  “You’re a fucking menace,” he whispered.

  “Do you want me to stop?” I whispered back, feeling his dick pulse in my palm.

  “Hell, no.”

  I pulled my hand out of his pants and lifted his shirt. Following my lead, he raised his arms and let me pull it off, giving me full access to his smooth chest. I pressed kisses onto his pecs and stomach as I sank to my knees. My fingers fumbled with the waistband button, quickly revealing his dark blue slip. I pulled his jeans down, and he lifted his legs, starting with the left. The fabric got tangled around his calves, but with a gentle tug, his pants came off.

  His head shook slightly the entire time, as if he couldn’t believe I was the more daring one between us.

  I pressed my nose against his bulge and inhaled his fresh, musky scent. My fingertips crept under his waistband and pulled down that last layer of clothing. His cock sprang free, standing straight in front of me. A tiny drop glistened at the tip of his glans. I ran my tongue up his thick shaft.

  A loud moan filled the room for a moment before cutting off, replaced by heavy breaths. He must have remembered that someone had walked past the room a minute ago.

  As much as I wanted to hear him let everything out, listening to all his subtle noises as he held back made my dick throb even more.

  I licked down his shaft again, swirling my tongue around his shaved balls, drawing out more cut-off cries. Spurred on, I slid my tongue between his legs and over his taint. To gain better access, I turned around and slipped between his legs. My tongue kept moving as I licked his ass, searching for the deepest parts of his crack.

  His breaths grew shorter and shorter as he fought the urge to make noise. His hands clenched into fists.

  “You’re so mean,” he whispered.

  “Just say the word.”

  “No, you have to finish what you started.”

  I licked down his crease, over his taint to his balls, slipped back through his legs, licked up his shaft, and sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. His hands searched for something to hold onto and landed on my ears, muffling the sweet sounds I enjoyed so much.

  Time to switch things up.

  I pulled my head back, let his dick pop out of my mouth, and stood up.

  “My turn,” he whispered, spinning me around and walking me backward until my legs brushed the bedframe. He pulled my shirt over my head, tossed it aside, and pushed on my shoulders to get me to sit on the mattress.

  He dropped to his knees and leaned his chin against my thigh, biting into his lower lip as he watched the outline of my dick growing.

  “Wow,” he said and pulled my waistband down until my cock flopped out. “You’re packing.”

  “It’s about the same size as yours.”

  “Exactly,” he said, sticking out his tongue and licking over my shaft.

  His fingertips brushed through my landing strip as he wrapped his lips around my cock, taking me all the way into his mouth. A moan escaped him, making his lips vibrate around my glans.

  I flopped back onto the mattress. Not just hearing but feeling his voice like this could’ve made me cum within seconds if he kept going. I grabbed the comforter, hoping the rustling would distract me, but as he bobbed up and down and moaned enough for the vibration to travel through my cock, I got closer and closer.

  “Stop,” I blurted, sitting up and reaching for his cheeks. As nice as it felt, I didn’t want to finish so soon. There were more sounds I wanted him to make for me tonight.

  He glanced at me, his eyebrows twitching upward.

  I leaned forward, grabbed him under the arms, and pulled him up onto the bed.

  He landed on top of me, his face hovering over mine. “Be honest. I had to stop so we wouldn’t have to stop, right?”

  “Fishing for compliments much?”

  He sat up, his ass settling right on my crotch, a smirk spreading across his face. “I don’t need compliments. The face you’re making is more than enough.” He moved his hips, grinding on me. “Do you want to fuck me?”

  “Yes, but…” This was one of the problems with my living situation. “I don’t have any condoms.”

  “As if that’s an obstacle.” He climbed off me, searched the floor for his pants, and pulled a condom out of his briefcase five seconds later. The wrapper was still intact, but it looked like it had been in there for a while.

  He jumped back onto the bed and held it out toward me. “Do you want to do the honors?”

  The plastic rustled as I took it.

  He dropped face-first onto the bed, ass up, wiggling it with pure enthusiasm. I climbed on top of him, my dick hovering over his lower back. My fingers trembled as I tore the wrapper open and rolled the condom on. I leaned toward the nightstand on my left, opened the top drawer, and took out the bottle of lube I had hidden there. I’ve never squeezed it onto my hand so quickly.

  Sliding my fingers through Sebastian’s crack, I spread some of the lube on him and then on my shaft.

  “Damn, yes,” he moaned. “Make me regret seducing you, stud.”

  “Seducing me?” I chuckled. “Stud?”

  “With a cock like that, it seems appropriate. Or what else do you want me to moan when you’re inside me?” He folded his hands into a little pillow, rested his chin on them, and glanced back at me.

  As long as I got to hear that sexy voice, it didn’t really matter.

  I kept my hand between his legs and leaned my chest against his, bringing my ears as close to him as possible. “I thought we were past the teasing part of the evening.”

  “And I thought we were just starting…” He turned his head a little further, bringing his mouth right beside my ear. “…Alex.”

  My dick twitched heavily against his ass.

  “You like that, don’t you? When I say your name?” He breathed into my ear. “But you have to keep working if you want to hear it again.” He pushed his ass up to show me what he wanted.

  I ran my index finger up and down his crack one more time before granting his wish and slipping it inside. He opened his mouth and licked over my ear before whispering, “Fuck, yes, Alex.”

  Driven by his words, I pushed my finger as far into him as I could. His legs twitched as his eyes lingered on mine, begging for more.

  “Use two,” he ordered me, and I obeyed.

  I pulled my index finger out and pushed it back in, along with my middle finger. His mouth opened even wider, his eyes closed, and his ass loosened around me. I moved them in and out again, eliciting another stifled cry from him while my dick leaked precum at the thought of what was about to happen.

  “Don’t make me wait any longer.” His voice was both commanding and pleading.

  I replaced my fingers with the tip of my cock. He arched his back as I slowly entered him. A moan reverberated through his body. The deeper I went, the more intense it became, and only when I was fully inside did he quiet down to catch his breath.

  “Give me a second,” he panted. “You’re thicker than I thought.”

  “Do you want me to pull out?”

  “No, I love it.” He took three deep breaths, each one a little longer than the last, and with the third, his shoulder sank deeper into the pillow. “Take it slow, but go.”

  I slipped my hand between the mattress and his chest as I started moving. His face dropped into my pillow, muffling another moan. I began slowly, as he had asked, but after a minute, I was thrusting into him as if we had done this a hundred times before.

  We lost ourselves in the moment. My hips slapped against his ass like a drum. His soft cries brought out a primal side of me I didn’t know existed. I fucked him like it was the last time either of us would ever have sex again. Our breaths synced, just like our hips. His palms wrapped around my wrists, pulling my chest close to his back.

  “Please, cum inside me, Alex,” he ordered, and the words tipped me over the edge. I thrust as deeply into him as I could and shot three ropes of cum, each spurt drawing a soft moan from him.

  “I’m so close, too,” he whispered.

  With my arms firmly wrapped around his chest, I rolled us onto our side while keeping my dick inside him. I left my right hand to play with Sebastian’s nipples while the other slid down to his cock.

  He turned his head toward me, searching for a kiss. After our lips touched for a second, though, he just rested his forehead against mine. “Keep moving if you can.”

  This was perfect. This way, every sound he made ended up right in my ears. I stroked his glans and shaft gently while moving my hips back and forth.

  His breathing quickened as he let out a series of stifled cries. I fucked him while jerking him off, and he rewarded me with his whole body singing the song of an approaching orgasm.

  “Alex, I⁠—”

  His left hand shot down to his cock, barely managing to catch his cum as it shot out. Three stifled groans reached my ears. I was still inside him, rock hard, as if I hadn’t already come, and felt another orgasm building, too. I pushed in and out faster, making him moan heavily in surprise.

  His head flopped back. “Fuck, are you cumming again?”

  Just as his words reached my ears, I shot another load into him. His whole body twitched.

  “Damn, that’s so hot,” he whispered. “Does that mean I passed the audition for the band?”

  I laughed so hard that Sebastian had to awkwardly twist his upper body to cover my mouth with his hand. Only fifteen seconds later, it proved to be the right call when footsteps shuffled through the hallway.

  We waited until they were gone before he lifted his hips, and I pulled out. He slid off me carefully, making sure not to drip any cum onto the sheets, and nestled into the mattress next to me. Somehow, I had taken him for a guy who’d jump out of bed right away, but he didn’t. He lay there, his arm brushing against mine, staring at the ceiling.

  “All kidding aside, I want you to know that I still mean what I said earlier. I can and will record more vocals for you.” He turned his head toward me. “Regardless of what we just did.”

  “I never questioned that.”

  “Because you don’t think I’m an asshole who’d do something like that?”

  “Yup.”

  “You’re unbelievable.” Sebastian shook his head, dropping it back into the pillow. “Now, I’m actually sad that I have to leave in a few hours.”

  At least it wasn’t just me. “One more reason, we should be happy we went for it.”

  “True.” He leaned over and kissed me again.

  More footsteps shuffled through the hallway, making us freeze. Sebastian groaned.

  “Looks like the party’s over,” I whispered.