Part 26 (2/2)

Lacey shouted, eyes screwed shut, and started coming. His c.o.c.k twitched and jerked as his b.a.l.l.s drew up and released all that pent-up s.e.xual tension and white seed out through the slit onto his hand. He kept coming for ages, spilling out jets of s.e.m.e.n with every spasm, again and again, until his b.a.l.l.s and d.i.c.k were wrung dry and his groin hurt from the exertion. He had nothing more to give, so he slumped on the bed, whimpering.

”f.u.c.k, that's the hottest thing I've ever seen.”

Lacey barely heard Bro's words through the drumming in his ears, but he was pretty sure Bro's fingers had dislodged from inside him. He felt empty, almost bereft at the loss.

What he also felt, curiously, was his wet cheeks. I just cried through an o.r.g.a.s.m I just cried through an o.r.g.a.s.m. It was a heady realization. He had never blubbered during s.e.x. Lacey had to admit this time Bro had really hit a home run. As surrept.i.tiously as possible, he wiped the remaining moisture away.

Not only did he need to reciprocate, he wanted to.

With a groan and protesting muscles, Lacey rolled over slowly onto his back. Bro was sitting on his haunches at the foot of the bed, a goofy grin gracing his lips, and his glazed-over eyes sparkled.

”You okay, Lace?” His concerned words belied his complacent stance.

Lacey opened his mouth, but only harsh breaths came out. He felt flushed all over, his skin sparking and tingling. ”Mmm-hmm.” Then he weakly started to force himself to sit up.

”What are you doing?” Bro stopped Lacey with a hand on his thigh.

Lacey looked up at his eyes. ”Don't you want to...?”

Bro looked amused and bemused, tilting his head. ”Want to get fingered, or to come? 'Cause I already did the latter.”

Confused, his eyebrows rising to his hairline, Lacey looked down. Bro's p.e.n.i.s lay on the groove of his hip, limp and sated, with white blotches of come on it, on his thigh and belly, and on the sheets. ”You came....”

Bro chuckled and nodded, surprised. ”Yeah, I did. While I had my finger in your a.s.s. That was the most amazing thing I've ever had the privilege of witnessing. If I thought you could muster up the strength, I'd do it to all over again.”

Lacey gulped, wide-eyed. The buzz in his body was getting louder as Bro added fuel to the fire with his enticing words. ”I....”

Bro laughed, shaking his head. ”I'm gonna get us both cleaned up, and then we can get some sleep, yeah?” He bounced up on his feet, happy as a clam. Just as he opened the bedroom door to go across the hall to the bathroom, he turned around and stared at Lacey with pride. ”I'd say that was a successful test, wouldn't you?”

Lacey laughed too, though still trying to catch his breath. ”I'll be up for more research whenever.” Then he stretched like a feline. ”Well, after a nap, that is.”

Even after closing his eyes and beginning to drift off, Lacey heard Bro's chuckle from down the hall. And as annoyingly self-satisfied as his boy was, that sound still made Lacey's heart fly.

Chapter 24.

”WE SHOULD SHOULD form a band,” Parker announced out of the blue. form a band,” Parker announced out of the blue.

In shock, Lacey glanced over her shoulder to the backseat, where Parker sat next to a displeased, grumpy-looking Deacon. ”What?”

Parker smiled charmingly. ”The past two weeks of practicing for this s.h.i.+ndig has gone extremely well, hasn't it? You must all admit the four of us work well together.”

Lacey sat back in her seat, wondering if that was indeed true. From a certain point of view, it was. They had created a set where each instrument-violin, piano, drums, and sax-got its chance to s.h.i.+ne. And from the planning stage to the practical, it had all gone off without a hitch. So maybe there was a grain of truth in Parker's statement.

Still, where Parker and Spenser Wilc.o.x raved about jazz, Deacon leaned toward rock, and Lacey was never going to abandon cla.s.sical. As a band, their music wouldn't be a fas.h.i.+onable eclectic fusion, but a mishmash of clas.h.i.+ng styles, all desiring to be dominant.

”Parker, we might have been in sync during practice, but putting together a group out of people with such varying interests wouldn't get very far,” she said, appealing to his reason.

Parker snorted. ”Aw, you're no fun. Always focusing on the negative.”

”I do not,” Lacey denied, pouting at the accusation.

She turned to see what their driver, Spenser, the third-year sax player, thought about the discussion. But the ma.s.sive black guy with dyed red hair had his white earbuds in, hooked up to his iPod, and his head was nodding slightly, moving to the music. Clearly, he was above such petty conversation. In fact, when he'd first met Lacey, he had given her a contemptuous look-not of disgust at the pet.i.te queer boy in a dress, but of his disdain at having to play with first-year students. What a sn.o.b, Lacey had thought. Yet she had to admit he played the sax rather well.

”Seriously though,” Parker continued after a brief silence. ”Wouldn't it be fun to travel the country and play, just for the fun of it?” A hint of longing tinted his tone.

Lacey felt for him. ”Could you, or any of us, just pack up and leave to play gigs at bars and small stages all over the country? Come on, Parker. Be reasonable. What about your studies and degree? What about your family and friends?”

Parker stared out the window, his face blank. Lacey was worried she'd gone too far. It wasn't her business to shoot down his dreams. She was ashamed of herself.

But Parker spoke first. ”My parents love me, but they ignore me.”

”Oh, Parker. I'm so sorry.” Now Lacey felt even worse, and she shrunk into the seat.

Parker shrugged, making a noncommittal noise in his throat. ”Doesn't matter, and sure doesn't bear mentioning. Poor little rich boy is such a cliche.” His voice took on a mocking tone.

But Lacey had her own reasons for feeling empathy with her friend. ”It's nothing to sneer at, Parker. At least they love you. That's something.”

”Is it?” Parker said sharply. ”I sense a story there.” Lacey didn't need to turn around to feel Deacon fidgeting in his seat. Naturally, Parker noticed. ”What's the matter with you? Ants in your pants?” Deacon's harsh, quickening breathing was full of emotions held back, and Parker just had to go poking the sleeping bear. ”Does all this family talk make you uncomfortable? Or maybe it's Lacey who gets under your skin so?” His voice lilted at the end, a decidedly feminine quirk.

”Must you be so...?” Deacon spat out, angry. But at least he didn't finish.

”So-what, Mr. Rake? Garish, gaudy, flaming, flamboyant, outspoken, opinionated, smart, funny, stunning? Do tell.” Parker was just getting started, and Lacey cringed. They were both big boys and could handle themselves. Should she still cut in and play peacemaker?

Deacon said nothing, just sat there ramrod straight, seething quietly.

Parker didn't leave it at that. ”This Neanderthal act is so tedious. These grunts and all that rage? You're going to blow a blood vessel or a brain cell. Tell me, Mr. Rake. So-what?”

”So obvious!” Deacon shouted. He was so angry, he was shaking. Lacey could see it in the mirror.

But Parker was not deterred. ”Oh? As opposed to your is-he-or-isn't-he act?”

Deacon was stunned. ”My what?”

Then they were both snapping loudly and vehemently at each other, their rising voices evenly matched, and Lacey couldn't distinguish a single word from the argument.

Spenser shook his head and pursed his lips in obvious vexation. ”Kids.”

Depressed, Lacey sunk deeper into her seat, sighed, and prayed they would reach their destination within the next five minutes, before the two guys in the backseat killed each another.

TWO hours later, the party at Professor Marchand's sw.a.n.ky mansion was in full swing. hours later, the party at Professor Marchand's sw.a.n.ky mansion was in full swing.

Even while busy playing her violin, Lacey recognized several faces from the society pages and gossip columns. She'd had no idea the professor was so well connected, but with the level of charm and sophistication he sported, it made sense. Academics and artists today needed to network and expand their circles of colleagues and allies. That was in Lacey's future too.

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