Let the Song Last Forever

Chapter 2

“Vegan Meat will perform tonight as scheduled.”

I looked up to see Chuck standing in my doorway an hour later. I gaped at the man I lusted after like no other before him. “What? How?”

“I know all the songs, so I’ll fill in.” He sat on the edge of my desk and played with one of the Caesar’s Flame CD cases that had been on top of a stack of papers.

I was relieved, but, at the same time, I felt a little guilty. “You sure you want to do this? I mean, I appreciate it, but you’re supposed to be taking time off. You have tons of stuff to do and…”

He reached over and placed a finger against my mouth to shut me up. “Evan, it’s okay. I don’t mind. You know how much I love to sing, and I want Vegan Meat to have every chance of success.”

Chuck was the sweetest man. The fact that he was gorgeous and kind was a bonus. He was nothing like the jerks I’d dated in the past. Or Stellan Gretsch, even though the two men resembled each other greatly, with their hair and eye color, and build. Maybe I had a “type.”

I kissed his finger. “You saved my butt. Thank you.”

He winked at me. “My pleasure, always.”

And lately, I wished more and more that were true, in spite of my vow at eighteen to remain free of entanglements.

We’d been having a great time since the band had arrived in town last December. Despite all my wishes to the contrary, my feelings had grown from lusty fan boy to all-out love. And there was nothing I could do about it.

Chuck thrived on the bachelor life and wasn’t even close to being interested in anything serious. At least, he hadn’t said so, and I hadn’t encouraged it. Plus, he probably only saw what I’d wanted him to see: a huge fan who’d finally gotten to f**k the star of his dreams. So why would he take me seriously?

I decided to keep things light. It was what he would expect from me, after all. “So how do I show you my appreciation?” I asked, batting my eyelashes at him.

He grinned. “It’s not necessary, but if you must…” He got off the desk and came around to where I sat. I noticed the growing bulge at his crotch and figured I could help him out.

“Happy to.” I pushed my chair back and got on my knees before him. Chuck pulled his zipper down, and I reached in to pull out his half-hard d**k. “You always smell so good,” I said as I ran my nose up and down his length.

“Taste good, too, I’ve been told,” he said, tapping his now rock hard c**k against my cheek.

I murmured my agreement. I took him all the way down and swallowed around the sensitive head.

“Ah, yeah.”

I looked up through my strawberry blond hair to see his head hanging back and eyes tightly closed. Gorgeous. I pulled off and went back down again, slow, fast, in, out, until he grabbed the back of my head and held me firmly so he could f**k my throat in a harsh rhythm until he spewed.

His c*m was indeed delicious. I took all of his essence and savored it on my tongue. When I sat back on my ankles, he leaned against the desk behind him to catch his breath.

“You’ve got skills, you know that? You give the best head ever.”

That pleased me to no end. “Anything for you, Chuckie.” And I meant every word.

He tucked himself back into his pants and straightened his clothing. “What about you?”

“Maybe tonight after the show? If you want to.” I never pressured him to do anything with me, but I was always willing to take whatever he gave. Which was a lot. Yeah, I had it bad.

He kissed my cheek. “We’ll see,” was all he said before he left.

I collapsed in my chair, c**k throbbing in my jeans. Why did I let myself get so caught up in the man?

* * * *

The performance was a raving success, as expected. The fans loved that Chuck Whistler had done a guest spot with Vegan Meat. It helped that I’d hyped that angle as much as I could online before the event, which had brought out even more people.

“Great show, hon,” Dorian Seacrest, my business partner, said as he stood next to me, cheering along with the rest of the crowd.

“Thanks, but it’s all due to Chuck. He saved the day,” I replied.

“Still, you—”

When he didn’t finish his sentence, I glanced over to see that Laramie—his boyfriend—who’d also attended the event, had Dorian’s mouth busy in a liplock. I smiled and left them to it. I went over to thank the sound engineer—Lauren—and paid her for a job well done.

After that, I checked in with Vegan Meat as they broke down their equipment. “How’s Jimmy?” I asked Stan as he put away his drum set.

“In a lot of pain, but he’ll be okay, in time.”

“How’ll that affect the band and upcoming shows?” I asked, listening with one ear as I watched Chuck working the crowd and signing autographs.

God, he was delicious, with those warm brown eyes and straight, jet-black, shoulder-length hair. His skin was lightly tanned, and he had high cheekbones—both a testament to his Native American heritage—and his smile made me want to—

“Dude, you have it bad,” I heard Stan say.

I snapped out of my musings. “What? Sorry, um…” I stuttered, completely flustered.

“You have a thing for Chuck, don’t you?” he probed.

I blushed. I knew I was obvious in my adoration, but…damn. I tried to play it off. “Yeah, well, doesn’t everyone?”

Stan didn’t look like he believed me, but he didn’t make a comment.

To change the subject, I dug an envelope out of my pocket and handed it to him. “You did a great job tonight, and I’m glad things worked out. Give Jimmy my best, okay?”

I left before he could say anything to make matters worse.