Sex Type Thing
It doesn't look good for one of rock's most famous faces to cause a wreck, especially if he's been drinking. Yet Ian Jeffries does just that, right into another man's car. Musician Tony Simpson isn't amused by the damage, despite being taken by tabloid magnet Ian.
Ian's willing to do anything to keep away more bad publicity. Luckily, Tony's willing to see the good in the rock scene's latest bad boy.
“You’ve been touring a lot?” Ian asked. He’d never seen Tony’s band, and now he wished he’d made the effort. He would bet Tony looked sexy onstage.
“Yeah. We’ve been on the go for most of the last year and a half.” He took another sip of his water. “I’ve been wanting to catch your band some time, too.”
“Feels like I’ve been touring forever,” Ian said. “But I like it, actually. Makes me feel like I’m doing something real, you know?” It was nice to talk to someone who understood.
“Oh, I love touring. Especially this tour we did this summer was a blast. It was kind of half-assed, and we weren’t really making any money, but it was the best,” he said enthusiastically.
“Reminds you of why you’re doing it, yeah,” Ian nodded, sipping at his water. He wanted to order a beer but figured that wouldn’t go over well. “When do you play again? I’ll be there.”
“We’re doing a small show in San Francisco in a couple weeks.” He folded his hands in his lap. “You might not like it, though. Maybe I should give you the CD before you commit.”
Ian smirked. “I like lots of different music. And I like to look at you. So I win either way.” He thought it was time to be frank.
Tony’s eyes widened. He raked his fingers through his hair. “Well, I’ll have to make sure to put on a good show for you, then,” he said quietly. He gazed back at Ian, unblinking.
“I’m sure you can,” Ian replied, gazing steadily back. His body was starting to react again. There was something about Tony; he wanted to know more about him. “I can’t wait to see you move.”
Tony was silent for a moment. “This isn’t just about turning you in, right?” he asked. “‘Cause you don’t have to turn on the charm. I already said I wouldn’t.”
Ian regarded Tony for a moment. At first it had been that, but now... “I think it’s gone beyond that,” he admitted softly. His heart rate increased.
“And where exactly do you think it’s gone?” Tony asked, arching an eyebrow.
Ian leaned forward and slid his foot so it touched Tony’s. “I think the important question is where it’s going to go,” he murmured. He felt on more familiar ground now. He could sense what Tony needed.
Tony regarded him for a moment. “Where did you want it to go?” he asked. He shifted in his seat, moving his foot a bit forward, rubbing along the side of Ian’s under the table.
Ian’s breath caught. “I’d like it to go someplace where we can be alone,” he said, voice almost a purr.