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The Drunk Wizards are playing a show that Friday night. The place is packed and Colt is all too happy to get lost in the music again after their short break. The first set goes smoothly. The place is so alive and electric that Sam thinks about extending the set for a few songs more but then belatedly decides to break. Colt doesn't see Marc sitting at the bar yet so he goes backstage with the band.
They tell each other what they did during their break and Colt enjoys hearing everyone's stories until they go their separate ways for a few minutes. Colt takes a bathroom break and then returns to tune his fiddle a bit.
"Hey, Colt. You good with ending the night on the new song with that bit that showcases you?" Sam asks him, sipping on a beer in his hand.
"Yeah, I'm good with it. I'd love it, actually." Colt says. "And hey, thanks for making me feel a bit more like I'm a part of everything."
"Dude. You're a huge part. Don't ever think you aren't. We ever start making real money doing this, I want you to be full time with us. I'm only sad we can't pay you like you're full time right the fuck now."
They step out on stage to a few whoops and hollers from the crowd. Colt leans in to speak to Sam. "I love doin' this, man. It's the closest I can get to my dream. I'd do it for nothin' if I had to."
Sam gives Colt a thousand-watt smile and embraces him hard. "We really lucked out finding you, man. Just stick with us and we'll start making bank, alright?"
Colt nods and the other members of the band join them on the stage. The second set is even better than the first. The crowd goes nuts when Sam calls him out in the last song with a resounding "Colt Jackson on the fiddle, let's hear it!"
Amid screams from the bar, Colt steps forward and plays his heart out with Danny on the drums keeping beat. It's amazing.
He's flying. Colt is flying when all is said and done. It's hard to explain how it feels, doing something you love and getting the reaction the Drunk Wizard fans give them. It's like he's on top of the world, looking down at himself and the crowded bar and the world at large. It's an adrenaline rush. It's like nothing can touch him.
Colt has just strapped his fiddle into its case when he sees Marc approaching him. He's surprised at how the sight of Marc only magnifies the moment for him. He's glad to see him. He wants to see him.
He's riding high on his adrenaline rush and he grabs Marc's hand and leads him out to the back alleyway. He looks both ways to make sure they're alone, then he turns and kisses the other man. It's the first time he's ever initiated anything between the two of them.
Marc turns them so that Colt is shoved against the bricked side of the building. Colt thought he had the upper hand in the kiss, but now it's clear that Marc has taken that from him. The other man is devouring him, teeth bite into the flesh of his lips and Colt's shoulders scrape against the rough brick.
"Touch me." Colt whispers against Marc's lips. "Like you did in the library."
"You want me, Vanilla?" Marc asks, fingers already pulling at the fly of Colt's jeans.
"Yes. Yeah. I want you to touch me." Colt is aware enough to go very still when kırşehir escort bayan the alleyway door opens and another couple pours out, obviously drunk and having fun with one another. They never see Colt and Marc as they slowly amble in the opposite direction, kissing at one another and pausing at another spot in the alleyway.
Colt is distracted enough not to have seen Marc go down on his knees.
Suddenly his cock is surrounded with warmth and wet. Colt looks down to see Marc sucking him off and Colt thinks this is everything he needed and wanted right now and also not what he wanted at all. Marc keeps pushing boundaries with him. A part of the blame is on himself too because Colt knows that he keeps letting Marc push those boundaries.
It feels too good, so good that the surprise of it wears off and Colt just wants Marc to continue. He watches, fascinated as the man gives him an amazing blow job, possibly the best he's ever had.
His palm smooths back over the buzz cut on top of Marc's head and he doesn't look away, mesmerized by the sight of it, by the shock of it, by the hint of danger to it. Colt tastes blood in his mouth where Marc had bit at his lip.
He can vaguely hear the other couple not too far away. As his own pleasure reaches extreme heights, he finally looks down the alleyway to see the silhouette of a man fucking a woman against the brick wall. Colt bites down on his bottom lip hard, drawing more blood to keep himself from crying out as he arches away from the brick wall and spills into Marc's mouth. He has no idea how he keeps himself from crying out when he feels like he's imploding from the inside out with such intense orgasm.
Marc is kissing him again and passing some of Colt's own spunk into his mouth. He can taste himself and that's something new. Colt swallows it down and continues to kiss Marc.
As his mind starts to come back to him, he glances down the alleyway.
"Stay with me. They don't even see us. You're fine." Marc takes one of Colt's hands and helps him to hold onto his cock. He's opened his fly and now Colt is touching him. He's touching another man's privates.
Colt starts to say something, but Marc shushes him. "Shhhh... come on, Colt. Like the library. You can do it. I want you to do it."
Is he ready for this? No. Was he ready for a blow job? No. How can he say no after what just happened? After what Marc had just done to him?
Colt's fingers curl to feel the girth of him. Marc is big, bigger than Colt is. It feels strange. Slowly, he starts to jerk him off, his hand working in the same way he's given himself pleasure before.
"Ah, yeah, baby. Harder. Faster." Marc whispers.
The woman down the alleyway groans and the man calls her beautiful. Colt goes still, his gaze snapping over to those shadows. What if they see him? What if they know?
Marc's hand rests over his again, a gentle guide to get his hand working again.
"Look at me."
Colt looks back to Marc.
"We're together. Just like they're together. Fuck 'em. Stay with me, Vanilla."
Colt stares into those dark eyes and continues to get Marc off, harder and faster, just like Marc had said. escort kırşehir It's easy and not easy at all. But as Marc's breath quickens and he leans in to press their cheeks together, as Colt starts to see the reaction Marc gives him, his concerns quit getting in the way and he just lets himself get Marc off.
He's making tough as nails Marc Fiarri lose his breath, make quiet whimpering sounds; he's making Marc Fiarri's whole body quiver with pleasure.
That's power, Colt thinks. It's the only power that Marc has allowed him and Colt starts to revel in it.
Marc whispers his name followed by a muted groan into Colt's ear, then he slaps a palm against the brick behind Colt and Colt feels the wet of Marc's spill coat his palm.
He just got a blow job and gave a hand job... with Marc Fiarri.
If his dad could see him right now he wouldn't just beat the shit out of him, he'd beat him to death. Colt thinks that Marc would kill his dad before that could happen. How fucked up is it that that makes Colt feel safe?
Colt's hand is still shoved in Marc's pants. The other couple is heading back inside. Marc, shifts so that he's in between Colt and them, shielding him in case the other couple notices the two of them. Colt is thankful for that. It's the protective things like that that endear Colt even more to Marc.
He has no idea if they were seen. He doesn't want to know.
They're kissing again. Colt is glad for it because he needs a minute.
"I can't believe we just did that." Colt finally speaks. "Well, I can believe it because it happened, but..."
"Two more firsts that are mine, yeah?"
"I'm not a virgin. I've had sex and blow jobs before." Colt says. "But... not like this and not with a guy. So yeah... two more firsts that are yours."
"Good." Marc pulls his tee over his head so that he's just wearing the white tank beneath. He uses the tee to clean off Colt's hand.
Colt is looking at the pronounced muscles of Marc's arms, outlined by the dim light of a streetlight not too far away. "I never saw you come in tonight. I was watching..."
"I was here the whole second half."
"Did you see the song where I got a feature?"
"The last one? Yeah. You did good, Vanilla."
"It was amazing." Colt is so excited to talk about it, the words start pouring out of him. "When Sam said he was gonna give me some time to shine I didn't expect it to happen so soon. He's promised there'll be more of it and that maybe I'll be a full-time band member someday."
Marc flings his cum covered shirt over his shoulder. "Sam's the lead singer? I think he has a thing for you."
"What? No. He's not... he's not gay."
"Like you're not gay?"
Colt's eyes narrow at Marc, the excitement deflating out of him. "What are you gettin' at?"
"Just watch him, Colt. He keeps hugging you the way he hugged you on stage earlier tonight in front of everybody like he owns you? I might bash his face in myself."
Colt just stares after Marc as the other man goes to the door to the club and holds it open. Sam hugged him like he owns him? No, he really hadn't. Sam is his friend, that's all.
"Come on."
Colt kırşehir escort shakes his head. "You go ahead. I need a minute."
"I'm not leaving you in a dark alley alone. Get your ass over here."
There's a moment where Colt thinks he might fight it out, but his history doesn't lend itself to fighting. In the end, he pushes away from the wall and follows Marc inside.
**
That night at Colt's house, Marc opens a new bottle of whiskey and starts drinking from it. He pours Colt a glass, about two shots worth, and hands it to him. "I can tell you're mad at me. What's going on, Vanilla?"
Colt looks down into the glass and sets it on the table without drinking it before going into the bedroom. He's been stewing for a couple of hours now and he's trying to be brave enough to say something about what's bothering him. "Look, I don't wanna fight, but I don't think you're right about Sam and I don't like you threatening him."
Marc leans back against the wall inside the bedroom, the bottle in one hand and the glass he poured in the other.
Colt walks past him into the bathroom with clothes to change into. The ones he wore out smell like smoke. He leaves the bathroom door cracked so he can continue talking while he changes. "You can't do that, Marc. Normal people don't threaten to bash other people's faces in."
"You can't blame me for being jealous." There's a tap at the door as Colt pulls up his cutoff sweatpants. The tap had a slight push to it that lets Marc look in. "I mean look at you."
"Thanks for the compliment but there's nothin' to be jealous of." Colt realizes that Marc is staring at his abdomen and looks down, reminded of the scar there. Colt's stomach is flat but there's no way he has the abs he suspects Marc has. Just above his left hipbone there's seven inches of scar tissue. "It's from a long time ago."
"Your dad?"
"Yeah. Look at me, Marc." When Marc looks up at him, Colt continues. "I've done things with you that I'm still grappling with. One minute I think I'm okay with us and the next I'm wondering what the hell I'm doin'. Tonight after the last set there was only one person I wanted to celebrate with. It wasn't Sam. It wasn't anybody else but you."
That crooked smile twists at Marc's lips. "Yeah?
"Yeah. It surprised me too. When I saw you after the show I was just like... yes, this is what I want right now." Colt continues. "Of course, it didn't go how I planned cause then you did what you did and I did what I did... but there's nothing to be jealous of."
"What did you have planned?"
"A repeat of the library, which is probably boring to you."
"Touching you is never boring." Marc steps closer to Colt and runs a thumb along the scar above his left hip bone. The touch feels good and emphasizes the fact that Colt isn't wearing a shirt right now. "Now drink with me."
Colt takes the glass from Marc. "Why?"
"Because I want you to."
"Why?"
"Because when you do what I say, good things happen."
Marc kisses him then and Colt leans into it chasing for more, only Marc suddenly steps backward and away. The way the other man looks at him, Colt knows that he's waiting patiently, or not so patiently, for Colt to do what he's told.
Colt lifts the glass to his lips and drinks. His nose instantly wrinkles. Marc looks pleased as he steps closer to Colt again and sets his bottle on the bathroom counter. He slips his hand beneath the waistband of Colt's sweatpants and starts to give him his repeat of the library.