leaving a wet kiss from the leaking slit. “You want it, crave it. I’ll be there with you, holding your hand then jacking you off right as the needle pierces you, the bite of pain making you come in front of the piercer.”
“Oh fuck,” Braylin rasped. “Fuck, I’m gonna…”
Zen captured Braylin’s cock in his mouth right as Braylin unloaded down his throat with a sharp yell. He furiously sucked and licked Braylin’s pulsing length until he’d swallowed every last drop he could coax from his boy. Braylin had dug his fingertips into Zen’s shoulders as if he could protect himself from the onslaught of pleasure, but he gradually relaxed his hold and his frantic breathing slowed.
“Mmm…” Zen raised his head, peering up at a blissed-out Braylin. “I’m gonna go with that as a big yes to the piercing.”
Braylin licked his lips then lifted his head to gaze down at Zen. “I’m not sure about the jacking off part, but you’d hold my hand?”
“I’d do anything for you, baby.” The moment the words left his mouth, Zen realized how fucking true they were. “But consider this. You almost came without a touch just from the idea of me tugging you off while you were getting pierced.” Zen arched his eyebrows. “Maybe you’re more sure than you realize.”
Braylin let his head fall back on the pillow. “I dunno. If you want me to do it, I could try.”
From the tone of Braylin’s voice, it sounded as if he wanted to do more than try. Zen pressed one final soft kiss to the sensitive spot where Braylin’s hip joined his pelvis, then inched his way back up the bed. Shaving Braylin bare was next on the list, but he’d bring that subject up another night. It had been quite the evening so far and his boy needed his rest.
Zen drew Braylin into his arms, wrapping him in an embrace. As sleepy as Braylin was, he still tried to protest.
“But you haven’t come yet.”
Zen lightly trailed his fingers up and down Braylin’s arm. “Tonight’s all about you, baby. Now be a good boy and go to sleep.”
Braylin yawned loudly. “Oh, man. Sorry.”
“See?” Zen chuckled. “Dom knows best.”
“’Kay.” Braylin snuggled into him. “Good night.”
“Good night, Bray.”
The words had barely passed over Zen’s lips before Braylin’s soft snores could be heard. With a contented sigh, Zen tugged the blanket over them both then quickly followed his sweet boy into sleep.
Chapter Twelve
One month later. Rocktoberfest: Black Rock City, Nevada.
“Hold still, baby. Try not to blink.”
Braylin was doing his best to follow Zen’s orders, but he’d never used makeup before, and keeping his eyes wide so Zen could apply the liner was making them water. He knew Zen was being careful—Zen was always so careful with him—but that didn’t make it any easier.
I suppose I’ll have to get used to it.
Braylin had come to accept over the past couple weeks that he was a permanent part of Glitter Kink. This was no longer a temporary situation—he wasn’t simply filling in until a ‘real’ guitarist could be found. He hadn’t allowed himself to hope that his dream had come true until recently when they’d held a band meeting.
The enthusiastic and unanimous vote by all the band members that he become an official member of Glitter Kink had brought home the reality of how everyone viewed him. He wasn’t simply filling in. He hadn’t only been allowed to play because they were desperate, or because he was Zen’s boyfriend. He belonged.
“There.” Zen put down the liner and grinned. “What do you think?”
Braylin regarded himself in the dressing room trailer’s mirror. Zen had insisted he share the room with him, even though Braylin had told him he’d understand if Zen needed to be alone. However, during the curse of the tour, they’d begun to learn each other’s rhythms, and discovered their temperaments matched beautifully.
Zen had even helped him learn to meditate, which Braylin had discovered he loved. All the incredible anxiety and pressure from the abrupt changes in his life had become too much to handle and finding his center—as Zen had described it—had made all the difference.
Braylin stared at his reflection. It was kinda cool. And of course, he was accustomed to seeing make up on many of his favorite rockers, Zen especially. But he wasn’t sure if he himself was the glamorous type.
He caught Zen’s eye in the mirror. “What do you think? I’m not sure it’s me.”
Zen smiled, rubbing the back of Braylin’s neck. He loved it when