"When you said tonight was gonna cost me, I didn't think you meant a quart of ice cream."

"Hey, this is Cold Rock - don't knock it."

"Believe me, I'm not." I smiled into a spoonful of rocky road.

We were stretched out on the floor of my fairly well-to-do hotel room, cramming down icecream and talking shit.

"Is that yours?" Darren asked suddenly, voice vibrating with excitement.  Before I could even turn my head to see what he was looking at he'd picked up my vintage acoustic and was sliding a finger over the strings.

"Yeah..." I belatedly admitted.

"Can you play?"  

I nodded.

"Play something!"  I took the guitar somewhat reluctantly and strummed a few random chords.  I couldn't help but smile at Darren's gleeful expression, looking a bit like a kid in a candy store.

"What do you want me to play?"  I relented.

"Anything!"

To this day I don't know why I did it.  Well maybe I do.  I'd already decided not to tell him that night - he was in no state to find out who I was - but it was like my fingers were acting without instruction from my brain as they strummed the opening bars to "Universe".

Recognition slammed home on Darren's face and by the fourth bar he was singing.  Softly at first, then getting more confident, letting me hear the words I half remembered from hazy dreams and haunting memory.  No stage, no bar, no audience. Just me.

And I couldn't take my eyes off him.

This time he was up close, within my reach, singing only for me.  My fingers continued to dance over the strings but I wasn't concentrating on playing anymore.  Just watching him, as he became the seducer of the song.  Innocence dripped away, leaving only lush temptation and  I felt myself getting hard behind the guitar.

He sang the last note softly, peering at me from beneath long lashes and at that moment I wanted him more than my next breath.  My skin burned as I played the final chord.  But I wouldn't make a move.  Not tonight.  I promised myself I would make no demands on him tonight, he wasn't up to it.  I was happy just being near him.  Well, I was trying to be.

The absence of music made the room unaturally silent.  I rushed to fill it.  

"What else do you know?"  My mouth was dry, making my voice rough and husky.  I held the guitar closer to my body, camoflaging my arousal.

His gaze was level. "I know you're hiding something."

Pure panic.  //He knows who I am.// I tried to keep it from showing.  I made a stupid confused noise.

"What?"

His eyes predatory, he leaned closer, resting one hand on either side of my body. My heart was pounding loud enough to be heard in the next room as his cheek brushed mine, his breath warm in my ear as he whispered,

"I know what you're hiding behind that guitar."

The air rushed out of my lungs like a punctured balloon.  He sat back on his heels and slowly lifted the guitar strap over my head, moving the guitar aside to reveal the very obvious bulge in my trousers.  He stared pointedly at the evidence of my arousal, then pulled the acoustic from my stiff fingers and laid it aside on the floor.

"Why didn't you say something?" he asked, fingers beginning to dance up and down my legs, his eyes roving my body stretched out before him.

"I didn't want you to feel like you had to do something about it."  He started to unbutton my shirt, pressed a soft kiss at my neck, I sighed into his touch.  "That's not why I brought you here tonight."

His fingers worked my belt button open, lowering my zip, shifting my underwear.  The kiss of night air was cold on heated flesh of my cock.  A rush of warmth to my face as his eyes devoured me. 

"But I want to."  His voice, a seductive whisper, sent shivers through me.

Then his mouth claimed mine and I lost all rational thought.  There was only wonder and desire and need and something else that felt suspiciously like love.  And I wasn't thinking about the money, the other men, or any of the shit that had been plaguing me all week.  It was just him and me.  Two bodies writhing in intense lust.  Two souls.

At some point I managed to get him out of his clothes, but we never made it to the bed.  We groped, stroked and thrust against each other, two bodies, one need, until we were insane for release.  When my hand found him, hard, ready and dripping with precome he made a choked sound and brushed it away.

"What's wrong?" 

"Danny if you touch me there right now I'm gonna fuckin explode."  He panted into my neck.

"But I want to touch you so bad."  

I caught his mouth in a desperate hungry kiss, thrusting my tongue deep.  My fingers gripped his sweet smooth ass and I pressed our bodies tight, feeling his cock throb against my stomach.

He tore his mouth from mine with an agonised groan.  

"Wait."  He grunted, reaching past me for his jacket, scrabbling in the pockets and coming up with condoms and lube.  He pressed them into my hands, and he must have seen the flash of fear cross my features, because then he said, 

"Don't worry, you'll love it."  with a long lustful kiss that made a million promises and got me so hot I could have passed out with fever.  So hot for him I would've done anything.

He slid a hand down my naked chest, the muscles tight with tension and slick with sweat and wrapped his fingers around my straining cock.  I almost fainted.

He tore the condom packet open one handed and rolled it on me far too slowly.  My teeth gritted, my hands clenched, the touch of his fingers too much even through the latex.  His lips found mine, hungry, wet, messy, leaving me panting, his whispered words,

"I want you inside me," murmured against my lips with a sweet secretive smile.

After that it was all sensation as he stroked on lube painfully slowly, in pace to the thrusts of his tongue in my mouth.  And when I thought I might die from sheer stimulation without release he lay back and offered himself to me.

I froze.  I know it's incredibly unromantic, but as much as I was dying to have him, I was scared shitless.  We hadn't done anything like this yet, so far it had all been happily casual and non commital.  Easy. Now, when I wanted him most, the storm in my mind was stopping me.  He noticed.

"What's wrong babe?"  Eyebrow quirked up.  Laid out like that, all naked porcelain skin, legs stretched apart displaying his cock jutting thick with arousal he looked wanton, tempting... and incredibly vulnerable.

"I don't want to hurt you."  I didn't realise it was true until I voiced it.

"I don't break easy, Dan."  

His hands gently urged my hips forward, until my straining erection brushed against the curve of his ass.  At that contact his head dropped backward, breath hissing out between his teeth in a strangled moan.  His hips started to roll, teasing at my cock and it was my turn to groan as his sinuous movements tempted me closer, closer, until the tip of my aching cock pushed against his opening.

And the way he moaned and the look in his eye left no question if he wanted it.  I knew he did.

I pushed in slowly, determined to be gentle, easy.  I wanted so much to make it last, make it special, but his little moans and shuddering breaths were driving me insane with lust.  

"Please.... please..."  he groaned, eyes blue jewels begging from beneath tangled ebony hair.  He pulled me down on top of him and the motion thrust me fully inside him.  My strangled moan barely voiced the intensity of pleasure I felt.  He was so small, so tight, so damn good, squeezing my cock with his body, hot breath on my neck, hard silky body flush against mine.

He caught my mouth then, and we began to move, his lips, tongue, stroking mine in time to the sinous movements of our bodies.  It was heaven.  I lost myself in his kiss, in his body, his scent, my hands stroking over every part of him I could reach.  This was happiness, perfection, the slow roll of desire over us, our bodies moving in time.  Too soon it wasn't enough, and our speed increased, desire escalating, making our movements more frantic.  

He tore his mouth from mine, gasping for breath and panting roughly, breath hot on my cheek.  He had one hand locked in my hair, the other grasping my ass as I thrust into him.  I could feel his cock hard and slick with precome, rubbing against my stomach as we moved.

I stretched an arm above his head, leaning on my elbow, giving me more leverage to thrust and creating a space between our bodies.  My other hand invaded that space immediately, roaming the silky pale flesh of his lean chest briefly before finding his cock.

"Daniel!  Ohhh god Dan..."

I wrapped my fingers around the sticky hard flesh and began to pump him in time to my thrusts.  He moaned loud and long, writhing against me so deliciously I couldn't hold back any longer, letting my hips thrust hard and fast and frantic, pulling him off in time, until the pulsing of his inner muscles around me brought me off.  

And when I came it was like nothing else.  I was like my come shot through his body and out his cock, we were so close.  Drowning, the entire time, in the blue depths of his eyes, and as he stared back into mine, I swear to god he could see my soul.  

I never wanted the moment to end.  I don't think he did either, cos we stayed like that for ages, me still inside him, my hand on his cock, our eyes locked, our breath coming in shallow pants.

Finally, he kissed me, rolling me to my side and off his silky body.  When the kiss ended I was lost in his eyes again.  We lay there facing each other, and I couldn't tear my eyes from his pale, angel-like face.  I reached a hand over, gently touched his cheek and his eyes fluttered closed, then opened again and pinned me.

I felt the strongest urge to say something at that moment.  I knew what I wanted to say, could hear it in my head, feel it in my chest, taste it on my lips, demanding to be spoken.  And the fact that I wanted to say those three little words simultaneously thrilled me, shocked me and scared the crap out of me.

But I couldn't open my mouth.