Feathery kisses caressing his skin, his neck, his chest and his mouth.
Leaving him breathless.
Who said that men's lips weren't soft?
They had a lack of chicks that night, and it was their own fault because they could have prevented that, but instead of going out with the others they decided to stay...
No one objected anything of course, who would? they just didn't care, after all, their friends had their own necessities too and getting laid and drunk was on the top of the list. And if the Indianian friends wanted to stay just to watch reruns of ¨I love lucy¨ so be it.
Or one of the bad movies Steven rented that afternoon, it was totally fine by them.
But it had been days if not weeks since they could get that comfy together, recording an album was a real pain in the ass, they still couldn't believe their luck though, because having a record deal wasn't so easy as it seemed.
Los Angeles. The place where you knew you could make it big if you sell yourself to the devil.
They had a record deal now, booze, chicks that saw them with dollar signs in their eyes, all the blowjobs you could get and a check in advance.
Life was being kind.
And while their bandmates were out getting shitfaced in the company of strangers, they were having bonding time.
Was that the reason they were kissing? And cuddling at every instant?
Were they ruining their friendship?
Maybe.
It was just... It started as an experiment a long time ago, out of curiosity, and they kept repeating because, well...
"I want to watch the movie," the deep voice got him out of his thoughts as soon as he felt his pale hands pushing him away.
Izzy snorted. Then he just watched the redhead sipping from his can of soda as if their steamy make-out session had never occurred.
