Hey! this is boyxboy scene if your not a fan. you may stop reading NOW.
This is kean Travis mate and Dave thier Agent restricted scene.
it started in the middle part.
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When the soap ends, a commercial about a woman’s perfume airs on TV and damn it to hell surprise, surprise… its Audie’s face again haunting him, enticing him… this is it!... so much for a peaceful night. He got up leaving Karen who’s still lounging in front of the TV. He went to his room and changed. He got his keys and phone and started calling the boys but not Andrew, he is a family man now. He can’t be his on call wingman anymore. He understands that his best friend's priorities now have changed and besides Andrew needs to spend time with his wife since they just got back from the tour.
He went straight to the parking and his car, knowing his guards are following him. He heads to Kean’s flat. As soon as he arrived there, he knocked twice but no one’s answering. He tried the knob and to his surprise, it’s not locked, so, he just entered quietly. Maybe Kean’s sleeping. Well he’ll just wake him and get him to talk and drink some beer. As Travis enters Kean’s flat, he notices some grunting and moaning. He smiles knowingly… so, the fucker is fucking some chick... Well, maybe he can join… they don’t mind sharing women… they’ve tried threesomes before; it’s not a big deal, especially if the girl is willing. For sure she will be as soon as she sees him. So, he opens the bedroom door and gets the shock of a lifetime.
He sees Kean lying on the bed with his legs raised, panting and moaning. He sees a guy holding Kean's legs around his shoulders while he mercilessly pounds his band mate. When the guy turned his head a bit, Travis' jaw dropped when he recognized the guy as Dave, their agent. He can't be wrong, he knows it's Kean through his distinct arm and chest tattoos. The other guy, Dave, he has his signature beard. Kean seems and sounds like really enjoying it, orgasmic even. Dave even breathes through his mouth and licks his lips while Kean bites his. Their skin glistens from sweat and their mucles flexing with every thrust.
Kean is gay? he asks himself. But he’d seen him with girls… holy shit! He even had a threesome with him with one of the groupies. But during that time he never even tried touching him or showing some signs that he’s gay. Wait, is he high? But drug will not confuse the difference between a boy and a girl. Is he high and drunk? What the hell—his thoughts were cut off when he heard Dave shouting at him.
“Damn it, Travis! Get out!”
“Oh, shit, man! I can explain!” Kean said looking worriedly at Travis.
“Whatever, Kean. I... I'ma go now, I think...” Travis said while avoiding looking at Dave and Kean. He can't look at the scene anymore. He's seen more than enough to scar his heart.
After the shock, he went out from Kean’s flat and lit a stick and smoked; taking his time to take the news. He didn’t went back inside. Instead he went straight to his car thinking and tapping the steering wheel. He gets his phone and tries calling Alex. He’s not answering… where will I go now? The entire band seems busy and oblivious on their own now. He just shrugs and decided to go back to his house. He doesn’t want to think about Kean and their agent right now. Fuck, I'd need some great fuck or some great porn to erase what I've just seen.
As soon as he gets into the parking, he notices that it's dark and quiet. Karen’s car is not in the garage. So, the bitch went out… thank God, he said a little loud than a whisper. He goes straight into the elevator and up to his floor. He then went into his music room, the place where his band practices and record songs. It is actually the biggest room in his penthouse. The guestroom is the smallest. He pressed a key on the piano, he stretched out his arms and played the melody he was working on for a while now. He can play the piano besides the guitar. He already started writing it down, but he can’t seem to finish it yet. He began to feel the tension on his shoulders slowly abating as he played, lulling him into that feeling of creative calmness. Closing his eyes, he let the melody pour over him, his fingers gliding the keys. He wasn’t sure how many minutes have passed, but he became aware of another presence. He opened his eyes and saw Alex leaning against one padded wall.
His fingers grew still on the keys and the hum of the notes drifted into silence. He doesn’t know how will the band feel about this new song that he's working on. It’s about a lost soul reaching for love and their band is not into this... they usually play songs about party, anger, drugs or sex and the tune always go to alternative rock. He felt open and bare in Alex's stare. Yes, he is the composer and lead singer of the band but they always work together as a team/group… he just don’t know what will the guys says about this.
“I like it,” said Alex. “I can already hear the drum part; you should let Andrew hear this.”
He smiled at him. He always enjoys collaborating with him, his composition and his melodies. Alex is their keyboardist. Travis never wants to overpower Alex's melodies and the latter always gets the mood he’s trying to convey.
“Thanks, I’m just trying to try some things right now.” he said.
“So, let’s hear it again... let’s see this new composition of yours.” Alex said.
