I gotta go upstairs to get ready for my livestream (every Friday 12-3pm pst at twitch.tv/cerigotgame ;p) but I just finished editing this "smut" scene where the cocky pop star in my boys love/gay romance webnovel Fractured Heart gets a surprise blow job from his shy EDM artist boyfriend right before a big music concert that's just too funny and sexy not to share first XD
(spoiler I guess, the boys in my boys love webnovel do, eventually, fall in love)
Compared to the flurry of activity on the stage, the dressing room itself was quiet, almost serene. A large compartmentalized wardrobe topped by a makeup mirror was set at one side of it, a fold-out table littered with knickknacks and costume accessories next to it. A long blue couch stretched along the opposing wall, likely carted in as part of the stage set-up for the comfort of the headliner and whomever he invited into his dressing room. Currently, as soon as the tour escort had deposited him at the entrance to the room, that was only Theo.
“Hey babe,” Lysander greeted him casually, calmly, once the door had clicked shut and Theo hovered with his back to it, taking in his boyfriend’s utterly tranquil appearance. The singer was indeed eating dinner, taking a few bites of grilled chicken and rice from the plate in his lap when he wasn’t sipping from the half-drunk bottle of sports drink on the small table near his side. “Sorry it’s been chaotic, but that’s how it goes, you know. Sit down. Here, I asked them to bring you a plate.”
Forcing himself to trudge forward, Theo sat at the far side of the couch with space for a third person between them, privately marveling how the superstar could look so damn relaxed at a time such as this. When Lysander handed a second plate laden with food over towards him, Theo accepted it, but didn’t take a bite. Instead, he glanced over his boyfriend, took in the fact that he hadn’t even changed from the clothes he’d worn on the plane yet, then asked, “How the hell d’you do it? N-not even look a little bit nervous?”
“Well, why should I be?” Teeth flashed in a bright smile between bites, long legs folded at the ankle, angled so that he could casually brush his feet against Theo’s own legs where he was sitting perched like a frightened rabbit on the edge of fleeing to safety. “I trust my team to have everything set up properly. And we’ve done hundreds of hours of rehearsals; I could do the choreography in my sleep. With the only exception of an act of God, there’s nothing to be nervous about. You should know that.” He winked at Theo, smug bastard. “You’ve run plenty of flawless shows at Halo, have you not?”
“Yeah, b-but none of them were a t-tenth as big as this one,” Theo almost hissed in response, irritation smothering some of his fear. “And none of them had p-pyrotechnics, for chrissakes.” Deciding that Lysander was being annoying enough to warrant a scolding, Theo set his plate aside on the other small table, then, watching his boyfriend’s eyes widen in excited surprise, he shifted quickly across that small space between them. Reaching forward, he hooked one finger underneath his lover’s collar and gave it a slight but severe tug. “Just don’t forget, even as a-all those fans are crying and screaming your name, that you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” Lysander agreed breathily, gleefully, not acting submissive at all as he set his own plate aside to scoot closer still and take one of Theo’s hands then kissing the palm of it before placing it against his recently clean-shaven cheek. “Okay, maybe I’m a little nervous,” the pop star admitted with a soft chuckle. “Some of those flash pots are awfully near to where I’ll be performing. I might get a little too close to one and set my hair on fire mid-show.”
A startled snort burst out of Theo at the mental image, even though the burns that would have resulted from such a catastrophe would certainly be no laughing matter. “Better be c-careful then,” he teased, and it took all his willpower not to risk upsetting his boyfriend by adding in, We need to keep all that hair on your head for as long as possible. Instead he sighed, put his remaining hand on the other side of his lover’s cheek, pressed their foreheads together with another short sigh. “R-Really, though…don’t forget about me. P-Promise?”
“Theo,” the singer cooed, gently reproachful, like he was addressing a dog whining while his master stood with his hand on the front doorknob in preparation to depart. “Of course I won’t ‘forget about you’. You’re my everything, remember?”
“S-so you keep saying,” Theo mumbled, a little glumly. Despite the intensity of love in his boyfriend’s eyes, Theo flinched away from him, dropping his gaze to the thinly carpeted floor. It was certainly an unglamorous dressing room—probably used for meetings with stadium marketers and other suits whenever it wasn’t temporarily housing a world-famous superstar. “Um…h-how long until…until wardrobe, I guess?”
Given how little time he’d spent actually interacting with the performers beyond sound check while he’d worked at Halo, he didn’t know the specifics of what all the pop star still had to go through before he’d take the stage in front of all his fans. Obviously he still needed to put on his costume, probably meet with his core team, maybe form a group huddle—Theo had scarcely spoken to the other band members despite seeing them rushing around backstage occasionally, the same as he’d only in passing seen Lysander.
“Hmmm…” Lysander’s eyes flashed past him towards the clock hanging near the door, calculating before he said, “Twenty minutes about? You don’t have to leave once they come in here, you know.” Again, that infuriatingly self-assured smile. “Not like you haven’t seen me stark naked every night for the past three months.”
Theo blushed at that, but grinned anyway, the reminder of their so-far successful cohabitation granting him a spark of boldness that had him dropping his gaze to his boyfriend’s chest and lifting one hand to walk it two-fingered up from stomach to collarbone. There he paused to slide them under the slit between button and button hole to smooth across the length of that collarbone until Lysander drew in a sharp breath. “Twenty minutes, h-huh? Plenty of time."
"Time for what?" Lysander asked inquisitively, staying motionless in his reclined position except to follow with his eyes very closely as Theo’s hand started to creep down again, tracing the ridge of where the buttons united back down to his boyfriend’s stomach. Then his hand drifted a little lower, brushing against the convergence of his lover’s legs. “Theo,” the singer said, laughing uncertainly. “What are you doing? Someone could walk in at any moment.”
“No they w-won’t,” Theo replied confidently, already going to work undoing the bindings of the pop star’s slacks. “Not without knocking f-first. Besides, you said you’re nervous, right? I’m just helping you c-calm down.”
“This is hardly ‘calming’,” the pop star countered, but didn’t move to stop him as Theo pushed folds of fabric away, crept fingers between them, pulled out his lover’s cock.
He was being reckless and he knew it; warning knock or no, the wardrobe team was due imminently. Even if Lysander took thirty seconds before he actually gave them permission to enter, that would hardly be sufficient time to get his ardor under control if Theo couldn’t manage to make him climax first.
But recognizing that recklessness only made it all the more exciting; who else could do this kind of thing with Lysander? With all the paramours he’d had before Theo, had any of them been this daring, this self-assured in the knowledge that his lover would go along with pretty much anything Theo proposed?
“Theo,” Lysander breathed as Theo’s fingers curled around his cock and started pumping, the singer half-melting as he sank back into the corner of the couch. “Fuck, Theo, you’re going to kill me…”
“Y’know,” Theo replied conversationally, pumping a little faster, thrilled by how quickly his boyfriend was growing hard as a rock. “You keep accusing me of m-murder, and yet here you remain, alive.”
“So far,” the singer huffed in a laugh that turned into a moan as Theo joined his other hand in the effort, pulling sweetly, then with authority, wry smile spreading across his lips as he made his boyfriend’s hips buck.
The singer moaned even longer as Theo shifted back on the couch until he could lean over, the throat that would soon ring with vibrato opening into a sound that was desperate yet languorous.
Theo delighted in that sound, bending lower still, tongue flicking along the shallow slit where salty precum had already begun to leak out. He felt fingers trepidatiously filtering into his hair, somewhat loosened from the ponytail he’d put it up in hours ago while he’d anxiously been pacing around the edges of the backstage area trying to keep himself busy. That grip grew less tentative as Theo moved on into full-on sucking, the singer’s hips bucking again, straining into Theo’s grasp with a plaintive whimper.
They turned out to have only fifteen minutes of interlude, not twenty, as a knock suddenly sounded on the dressing room door and a female voice called out, “Mr. Delion? We’re here to do wardrobe. May we come in?”
All at once, Theo froze, the realization of the position he’d put the singer in flooding him through with dread. He was just about to yank himself backward and stuff his lover’s cock back into his pants when suddenly Lysander grabbed hold of him by the hair, pulled his mouth down again, and orgasmed, flooding Theo’s mouth with something that was not dread.
Then Lysander was laughing, breathless and exhilarated, tucking his spent cock beneath layers of cloth while Theo jerked backward and quickly swallowed the evidence of their activity. “Just a minute,” the pop star called out entirely too calmly, emerald eyes dancing as he fixed Theo with a tantalizing smile. “I was just finishing up something with Theo.”
“Bastard,” Theo mouthed at him in response, and the smug jerk only deepened his smile. Wishing he’d thought to bring breath mints, Theo reached past his boyfriend and grabbed the sports drink to wash down the taste and smell of cum instead.
“Love you too,” Lysander replied warmly, catching Theo’s chin between finger and thumb and giving him a fierce kiss. “Maybe you better head to the lounge now after all,” he mused after releasing hold of him again. “I’m afraid looking at you is going to give me another hard-on, and that would definitely be an inconvenience to the wardrobe team.”
