I hadn't been to New York in a long time. So I heartily resented having to go straight to the hotel in order to avoid the sun. I sulked in the back of the limo, glaring out the heavily tinted window all the way to our destination. I managed to keep from exploding until Stef and I were safely tucked in bed in one of the basement rooms we'd requested for our group.
"The thing is," I said, snuggling my back against Stef's chest, "we're here in one of the most exciting cities in the world, I'm fucking starving, and we're stuck in this fucking room just because the sun's about to rise."
"Cheer up, love. In about..." he craned his neck to check the clock, "ten minutes, you won't notice anymore."
I reached back and smacked his arse. "I don't need your logic right now, Stef."
"Then what do you need?"
"Want to go out."
"Can't, sweetness."
"I know!"
"What if I did this, then?" He ran his tongue up the back of my neck. "Does that help?"
"Uh. No," I lied, determined to hold on to my mood.
"Hm. I'll have to try harder, then." He slid down, nipping at my spine on the way, big hands caressing my thighs and stomach. I moaned in spite of myself when he wrapped his long fingers around my cock. "Oh, yes, you like that, don't you, Bri?"
"Yes," I sighed. Then realized what I'd said. "No! No, stop, I'm sulking!"
He didn't stop. Not that I expected him to. Not that I really wanted him to. Which he knew, of course; he can read my mind, after all. I continued to not stop him when he rolled me onto my stomach, spread my arse cheeks, and swirled his tongue around my hole.
"God, Steffy, please," I heard myself gasp. My hips lifted of their own accord to meet his tongue.
One thing most people don't know about my Stef is that he has an unusually long tongue. I noticed that the first time I saw him lick those plush lips, naturally. The first time he kissed me and that tongue slithered into my mouth, the feel of it set off bright explosions in my head. The first time he sucked my cock, his tongue coiling around me like a snake, I came so hard I nearly passed out. The first time he tongue fucked my arse, he sent me soaring into a pure, perfect bliss, and I was lost forever.
This time was just as good as the first. It always is. I fell asleep safe in his strong arms, a smile on my lips.
New York could wait one more day.
*****
We'd arranged to arrive in New York two days before our first show, so that we'd have a chance to adjust to the time change and have a bit of fun in the city. I woke the next night with the intention of getting all dolled up and taking the city by storm, with my Steffy at my side. Maybe picking up something young and pretty, getting thoroughly fucked and drinking some warm fresh blood.
Wasn't meant to be, evidently. Not the way I was thinking of, anyway.
I was at the mirror, putting on my mascara, when Jonny burst through the door. He was glowing like a hundred watt bulb. Thom trailed behind him, looking amused.
"Hello," Stef said, smiling. "What's up?"
"Jonny's dick," Thom said, blue eyes sparkling.
Jonny blushed quite prettily. "Thom, please."
Thom laughed and smacked Jonny's pert little backside. "Poor shy dear. You weren't so shy yesterday, when you had your cock shoved down Molko's throat."
The reminder caused a pleasant stir under my very short, very tight dress. "It was lovely. Thommy, your boy has quite a delicious prick."
"I know." Thom grabbed the organ in question through the snug black jeans, making Jonny blush even harder, then plopped down into a chair. "Want to know why it's already hard?"
"He wants another go?" I guessed hopefully, licking my lips.
"Rufus Wainwright is playing tonight," Jonny burst out, eyes shining. "We're going to see him, we wondered if you'd like to go."
"He's had a crush on Rufus for ages," Thom clarified. "Good thing I'm not the insecure type, or I'd be jealous."
Jonny gave Thom a sweet, smoldering look from behind his black fringe. "Darling, you know you're the only one I love."
Thom smiled, reached out and pulled Jonny down onto his lap. "I know. I love you too."
I leaned against the counter and watched as they kissed, hands roaming each other's bodies. They were oblivious to Stef and me, to everything around them. It was one of the sweetest things I'd ever seen. Also one of the hottest. I was getting seriously turned on.
Not that that's difficult to do.
Stef stopped me before I could shuck my dress and start a four-way. "Later, Brian. You wanted to go out, remember?"
I stuck my lip out. "Yes, of course, but..."
"But now you want to fuck. Again." Thom chuckled as Jonny stood and pulled him to his feet. "Honestly, Molko, you're the horniest person I've ever met in my life."
"I'm sure." I smoothed my sparkly black mini-dress back into place and sighed. "All right. I'd love to go with you to hear Rufus play, what about it, Steffy? I've never seen him play before."
"Oh, his show's magnificent," Jonny enthused, his lisp accentuated by his excitement. "To tell you the truth, I was surprised he turned us down for the tour."
"I'm not," Thom said. "He's terrified of the South, the tosser."
"Why?" Stef wondered.
Thom shrugged. "Dunno. Guess he thinks a crowd of toothless inbred farmers with shotguns will chase him into a barn and set fire to it."
Stef laughed. "That's ridiculous."
"Clearly," Thom agreed. "But you can't reason with him."
"Doesn't matter. We filled our tour slots, it's his loss." I pulled my high heeled boots on, grabbed my favorite red fake fur jacket, and headed for the door. "Let's go, boys. Baby's looking to get laid."
"No surprise there," Thom said dryly. "But wouldn't you do better to stay here for that? You have three willing and quite able partners right in this room."
I gave him my brightest smile. "Thommy, how sweet! But I thought that since we're going to see Rufus play, I'd have a go at him, pretty bit of tail that he is. Never had the pleasure."
Jonny widened his eyes in a poor imitation of shock. "Do you mean to say there's a gay man on this planet you haven't had? Or should I say, hasn't had you?"
I stuck my tongue out at him. "I plan to remedy that after his show tonight. Now do come along, darlings, I'm getting restless."
Steffy laughed and held out his arm to me. I took it, and we headed out into the night for a bit of fun.
*****
Jonny was spot on; Rufus's show was indeed magnificent. Mostly because he's just that fucking talented, but his flamboyance certainly doesn't hurt. The man flames so hard it's a wonder he doesn't set fires wherever he goes. Makes me look drab and boring.
Not good. Baby Bri doesn't like to be dull, not even by comparison.
Anyway.
The show was wonderful. We were whisked directly to the dressing room afterward, courtesy of Jonny's sweetly shy flirting as much as the all-access passes he'd procurred for us, I feel certain. The heavily muscled bad boy security guard simpered just like a little girl when Jonny batted those big brown eyes at him.
Rufus was in the shower when Thom knocked on the door. "Jonny? Thom? Is that you?" he called as Thom pushed the door open.
"Yeah," Thom called, motioning us to be quiet.
"Well, just make yourselves at home," Rufus shouted over the noise of the shower. "I'll be right out!"
Jonny settled onto a chair, grinning like a child, and started picking at the hole in the knee of his jeans. Stef and I parked ourselves on the sofa. Thom sauntered over to the bar like he owned the place and started pouring drinks. I thanked him absently for the bourbon he handed me. The half-opened door to the bathroom was distracting me terribly with thoughts of naked, soapy Rufus.
My state of semi-arousal kicked up into full blown, hard-as-fuck lust when Rufus appeard, not soapy but still slightly damp, wearing nothing but a tiny dark blue towel. My very interested prick made a noticable tent in my dress. Down, boy.
"Oh my GOD, it's sooo good of you two to come see me tonight," Rufus sing-songed, swishing over to the bar to pour himself a whiskey. "I haven't had a nice vampire bite in forev-aaaaah! What the fuck?"
He leaned against the bar, one hand pressed to his chest - which was even more deliciously hairy in real life, I couldn't help noticing - and stared at me and Stef as if we were... well, as if we were vampires who'd just shown up unexpectedly in his dressing room, which of course we were.