Dorian Seacrest owns a music store and performance venue with his friend and business partner, Evan Harper. When Evan rushes into the stockroom a week or so before Christmas to tell him Caesar's Flame is booked for New Year's Day, he goes into shock. Many years have passed since Dorian has seen Laramie Treble, the drummer and leader of the now globally successful alternative rock band. Their erstwhile relationship -- mostly about sex -- deteriorated once Laramie became famous, mainly because he wanted to sleep with everything that moved. So Dorian left him to it. He wanted monogamy and forever, or nothing at all. Now Laramie is back and in hot pursuit of Dorian once again. But Dorian is not making it easy. He can't, because his heart won't survive another round, especially if all Laramie wants is something casual like before. He's just not built that way. It seems, though, that Laramie is determined to prove Dorian wrong, and there might be a little drummer boy in his future, after all. Dorian just has to decide whether to let his heart beat to Laramie's drum.

The Beat of His Drum

Laramie demanded a blowjob in my office before he went on stage. “For good luck,” he claimed.


I humored his request and pushed him up against the door, his leather pants open and his cock out, hard and proud. He smelled sweaty and ripe, my favorite scents on a man.


On my knees, I allowed him to hold my close-shaven head against his crotch. He controlled my movements as I went down on him, quick and dirty, going for broke.


“Fuck, baby, that’s the way!” he yelled, and, seconds later, he spilled his seed into my mouth, the slightly briny flavor like the best wine I’d ever tasted.


He slid down to the cold concrete floor, cock spent. Laramie was the hottest male centerfold I’d ever seen.


“Fuck, you’re sexy,” I said, then took my own cock out and pumped it before him, already so close to coming. “Open your mouth,” I ordered. He did, and I shot onto his tongue, letting a little get on his chin and nose.


Chapter 15