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  When Liam and Milo emerged from their dressing rooms, the backstage area crawled with media and celebrities who came to wish Liam well. MTV, the Top-40 stations, the music services, plus the entertainment news shows came to see their favorite rocker turn legal.

  It seemed as if only minutes passed before the signal to take to the stage. Shattered Glass roared to life with their first set, performing songs from their three albums. Sam did a drum solo and Liam, Milo, and Rick played like the devil’s own band. Just before the break, they played their first hit single, “Lovers Suite.”

  The chemistry between Liam and Milo exploded. Both voices soared as they sung what Milo thought of as Liam’s anthem of their love. They ended the set to a standing ovation as Sam stepped forward to the microphone.

  “As you know, tonight we celebrate Liam O’Shea’s eighteenth birthday. It is difficult for many to believe the impressive list of musical achievements our Liam has accomplished at such a young age. Shattered Glass is proud of its kid rocker. Liam, we have a surprise for you tonight. There are some rock legends in the audience and backstage who have asked to do you the honor of jamming with the band.”

  As Sam called the guest musicians’ names, Milo was pleased to see Liam’s jaw dropped. He’d had no idea that Shattered Glass’ music gained such illustrious fans. The second set consisted entirely of tributes to Liam and Milo’s music by some of rock’s superstars.

  At the end of the second set, the band and the guests played “Happy Birthday” as the roadies rolled out a huge four-tier guitar themed cake on stage. Liam blew the candles out and the audience went wild. After they wheeled the cake backstage, Milo took the microphone and gave a glowing tribute to Liam and his music. Milo didn’t miss how Liam seemed nearly overwhelmed by the praise. The band played a third set, followed by three encores before they could leave the stage.

  Celebrity guests and the media crowded the backstage area. The security detail formed a human barrier to escort the band and Bart, who got there for the last set, to the waiting limos. Milo was pleased as he noted Liam’s surprise when the chauffeur ushered them into their own elaborate stretch.

  “What about the others?” Liam asked, a bit out of breath.

  “They’ll meet us back at the Plaza.”

  “Another party?” Liam asked in resignation.

  “Yes, but we won’t be there very long. I want you to see what these things are like so that you know why I never let you attend them before.”

  “If you are referring to the drugs, booze, and women, I’m not as naïve as you think. I’ve been in and out of clubs with the band since the age of twelve. We’ve been on tour. Although you tried your best to keep me away from that shit, it isn’t as if you could lock me in a box. I’ve been offered booze, drugs, and women since I turned fifteen. I had no interest. The booze and the drugs interfere with the music. Women were never my thing.”

  “Who offered you drugs?” Milo asked with barely concealed anger.

  “Roadies, guys from other bands, even women who wanted to get me into their beds. You couldn’t guard me twenty-four seven. I didn’t want that. I’d rather we didn’t go to the party.”

  “What do you want?” Milo asked in a husky voice.

  Milo shook as Liam caressed his cheek and hair in a way that turned Milo’s hard cock into a steel bat. “What if this is all I ever wanted? What if all I want is you?”

  Milo knew that he must say it. He wanted Liam so much, but he felt an obligation to make sure his baby knew exactly what he asked.

  “You know as of this morning you no longer have any obligation to me, the band, or even the record company. Anything I signed in your name you can fight in court. I wouldn’t oppose your wishes. You could go to college, even to Julliard, and perfect your craft. You have a genius for music. Someday you might want more for yourself than the life of a singer in a rock band. You don’t have to tie yourself to me out of any kind of misplaced gratitude. I did what I did because I wanted to.”

  Liam stared into his eyes. “I know what I want. In truth, I’ve known since I was six. You are my own Pied Piper.” Liam reached up and traced Milo’s lips and ran his fingers through his beloved’s hair. “I love you, Milo. Only you, for always. Screw the party—I only want you.”

  Milo lost control. No one could say he hadn’t done his duty by Lily’s son. With his duty to Lily complete, he had loved his baby for too long to refuse him now.

  Milo took Liam’s hand and turned it up to meet his lips. He kissed his palm and worked his mouth up to the sensitive pulse point in his wrist. There, where the vein traveled straight up to his baby’s heart, he sucked up a mark. Liam reacted, unlacing Milo’s costume in frantic pursuit of his naked skin.

  Milo raised his hand in a gentle gesture to let Liam know they’d reached the hotel. The driver took them around to the back entrance. From there it was a short underground walk to an area off the hotel’s kitchen where they took the elevator up to the suite.

  As the doors closed, Milo pushed Liam against the mirrored walls. “I’ve had a hard-on for six years waiting for you, love,” he said as he ground their groins together. “Feel me.”

  Liam placed wet kisses behind Milo’s ear and nipped at his earlobe. “I want you. I need you.”

  Milo crushed Liam against him. “I need you too, baby.”

  The elevator pinged for their floor. Milo picked Liam up in his arms, kissing him with a passion born of desperation. He fumbled for the key to the suite and, after unlocking the door, he kicked it open, carrying Liam through the suite and straight to a magnificent master bedroom with its huge canopy bed. Milo laid Liam down on the bed gently. A bottle of Dom Perignon sat cooling in a silver bucket at the bedside. The gold brocade duvet cover was strewn with rose petals.

  With shaking hands, Milo began to undress his lover. Liam responded with a torrent of kisses, his hands moving under Milo’s shirt to get at the golden skin he’d craved for so long.

  “Slow down, baby,” Milo whispered. “We have all night.”

  “I’m so afraid that this is all a dream. I’ve pictured this so many times in my mind, I don’t want to wake up and find I’m alone again.”

  “I promise you, you will never be alone again so long as I live.” Milo pulled off Liam’s silk peasant shirt, kissing every inch of the porcelain white skin he exposed. He sat up, pulled off his own shirt, and shucked his pants, leaving them pooled on the floor. Liam lifted his ass to make it easier for Milo to gain access to his throbbing cock, drenched with pre-cum.

  Milo gasped as Liam’s soft mouth explored his chest and landed on a flat golden nipple.

  “Liam!” he gasped as his lover bit the nub, then laved the sting with his tongue. Milo swiftly turned Liam on his back.

  “Baby, if you don’t stop, I’m going to shoot. What do you want? My mouth around your sweet cock, or me inside you?”

  Liam brushed his lips over Milo’s eyelids. “I want it all. Then I want to give it all back to you.”

  Liam’s words set Milo on fire. He took his beloved’s face between his large hands and kissed him, letting loose the passion he’d walled off for years. Milo traced Liam’s jaw with open-mouthed kisses that burned with the intense desire he’d long denied. His tongue traced Liam’s neck, which tasted of sweat and Liam’s own unique flavor, a blend of the sweet pale skin and spice. His hands moved, caressing Liam’s smooth chest, and stopped at the prominent pink peak that stood up for attention atop the rosy medallion of his nipple. He nipped and laved the tip as he worried its twin with his free hand.

  Liam responded with a moan of pleasure and whispered encouragement, his responsive body rising off the bed to meet Milo’s roaming lips. Liam stroked Milo’s chest, running his fingers through the dark golden hair as his mouth found the sensitive spot just under Milo’s earlobe.

  Milo groaned in response. “Easy lover, we have all night.”

  “I want you inside me,” Liam begged. “I want to feel you fill
me up.”

  Milo reached over to the bedside table, where a basket of sensuous toys awaited their pleasure. “Have you ever fingered yourself? Reached inside and tried to imagine my cock encased by your tight channel?”

  “Yes! Oh God, yes,” Liam answered, his voice shaking with emotion. Milo kissed and licked his way down the light trail of hair that led to Liam’s long, slim cock, which strained up to reach over his navel. It leaked copious amounts of pre-cum that dripped down the side of his belly and onto the brocade duvet. Milo lifted Liam and swept the cover away, placing Liam on the soft cotton sheet below. With one hand, he grabbed Liam’s cock. He fisted it and stroked in a slow, steady rhythm.

  “Milo, I feel like I’m going to burst.”

  “Hold it back, baby,” Milo said as he grabbed the base and applied pressure, stroking Liam’s legs, thighs, and ass in gentle circles.

  Liam responded to his touch by pulling at his hair and encouraging Milo to move his face toward his needy rod. Milo swept his tongue around the uncut head, lapping Liam’s pre-cum until Liam writhed with desire. Milo opened his mouth and swallowed Liam’s cock, moving his mouth and the muscles of his throat, swirling his tongue over the sensitive underside of Liam’s member. Liam’s hand tightened in Milo’s hair, pulling hard at his curls and pressing his face closer to the black pubic hair that outlined his cock and balls. Milo took the bottle of lube from the basket and covered his hand with it.

  He moved his mouth from Liam’s shaft to his balls and took each one in his mouth in turn, rolling them and tasting their texture with his tongue. Popping open a bottle of lube, he took a leisurely path across the perineum, licking at Liam’s crack, teasing at the rosette of that virgin passage. Pouring lube down Liam’s crease, he lubricated his fingers. He took one finger and worked it inward, carefully using more lube, probing and stretching the small opening with both his tongue and finger.

  Liam went wild underneath him.

  “Milo, please, I need more! I need to feel you inside of me, hard and deep.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you, baby. We have to take this nice and easy,” Milo whispered as he inserted the second finger. Once Liam’s inner muscles accepted both digits, Milo began to stretch the guardian muscle, scissoring his fingers.

  “You have to come inside me. I can’t hold out much longer. I want you, I need to feel you take me. Make me yours, my love. Please fuck me.”

  Liam’s ass undulated into Milo’s hand in an attempt to get closer. Milo put a third finger into Liam’s hole. Liam cried out in a moan of pleasure-pain that told Milo he was ready.

  “I’m coming inside of you, Liam. I’m going to bury my fat cock in your tight channel until it vibrates all the way up to your throat. Do you want me there, baby? Do you want to offer up your body, let me pound your ass? I warn you, I’m not a small man. You will be sore tomorrow.”

  “Yes, make me yours. I can take you. I want you to fuck me. I want to feel it—tonight, tomorrow, and into next week. I want your cock stuffed so far and tight in my ass that your balls slap my cheeks. After that, I want to lick and suck your balls and cock until my throat aches and I can’t breathe. I want to rim your ass and fuck it with my tongue. I want to taste your cum as it slides down my tongue and hits my tonsils, and lick mine from your skin.”

  Each word Liam said pushed Milo closer to the edge of insanity. He wasn’t going to be able to control himself if Liam didn’t stop. Liam’s skin was so soft. The hands that caressed his back were long and elegant. Milo could hardly believe that this was real, he had waited so long.

  “Take me then,” Milo said and he pushed his long, fat, slick cock into Liam’s opening. “You are mine now, baby. Mine.”

  Liam moved his hands up and down Milo’s back. He cried out, “Milo”. Liam thrust up to meet every stroke and gasped Milo’s name as each thrust hit home. Milo went witless, lost in their hard rhythm and in the velvet softness of Liam’s channel as it gripped his stiff cock.

  Liam licked and sucked his ear and bit the lobe. He traced a line across Milo’s shoulder, kissing, biting, and licking in a staccato rhythm, quick and constant. Liam’s tongue laved his neck, and he took small bites along Milo’s shoulder and he tried to sit up to drive Milo deeper. He nipped and laved until Milo needed to stop him to catch his breath. “Baby, I’m so close.”

  Milo grabbed Liam’s bobbing cock. One stroke sent them both over the edge into ecstasy. Liam lay back, replete. Milo gathered him into his arms and rolled them so they lay on their sides, stroking his back and burying his face in Liam’s hair.

  Milo felt a teardrop on his chest. He cupped Liam’s face as he spoke. “You have no idea of how much I need you. You are mine now, forever. I’ll rip to pieces any other man who dares touch you.”

  “I don’t want any other man. I only want you.” Liam grabbed Milo’s hand and held on tight.

  Milo kissed the hand that held his before putting it gently on the sheet. “Stay there, baby. I’ll get something to clean us off.”

  He eased out of bed and went to the master bath with its gold swan faucets and marble fixtures. Yet Milo noticed none of the beauty. To him, it was nothing in comparison to the beauty that lay waiting in the bed. He drew a sink of warm water, prepared a washcloth, and cleaned himself. Then he took the washcloth along with a soft towel back to the bedside and cleaned the residue of cum from Liam’s stomach and ass. He patted the area dry so it wouldn’t chafe and tossed the towel and washcloth to the floor. Lifting the sheet, he climbed back into bed and pulled Liam into his strong arms.

  “I love you, Milo, more than anything else on this earth.”

  “I know, baby. Now sleep.”

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  The party in the Presidential Suite began to wind down. Sam left for his own apartment, leaving Rick, Bart, and a few groupies.

  “I’m fucking worn out,” Rick complained to Bart. “That blonde with the huge tatas has been eyeing me for the last hour, but I don’t think I’m up for it.”

  “Come on. I have some stuff stashed in my case that will keep you up for it as long as you want. Do you remember the night we did the X and the coke? I have enough with me to party tonight and for the whole tour.”

  “That was great stuff, man. I can pay you for it.”

  “Nah, tonight’s a gift to celebrate working together. The only condition is that I get to watch you and the cunt.”

  “Hey, that sounds sexy. An audience might inspire me to do my best work. You could even join in, if you like.”

  “It’s a deal. I’ll get the coke and the X, you bring the broad.”

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  Trenton Times Herald Crime Briefs

  The police found Walter Cheever, a prominent local lawyer, dead last night in the parking lot of the Trenton Rail Station. Authorities suspect a mugging because Mr. Cheever’s wallet and credit cards were missing. At this time they have no leads…

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  Liam woke as dawn crept through the windows. Still wrapped in his lover’s strong arms, music ran through his head. In slow motion, he extracted himself from Milo’s embrace. Finding a plush robe at the end of the bed, he slipped it on against the chill of the air conditioning.

  A library connected to the bedroom suite. Floor-to-ceiling windows displayed a view of Central Park and the Pulitzer Fountain. Liam roamed the room, occasionally picking up one of the leather-bound, gold inlaid volumes and placing it carefully back on the shelf. The rising sun played peek-a-boo amidst the trees and the sparkling water droplets from the fountain.

  Arms reached around his waist as lips moved over the nape of his neck. He turned to catch his lover’s lips in a kiss.

  “I woke up and you weren’t there,” Milo whispered.

  “I had music in my head but lost myself in the view. Is this real? Are we truly together now?”

  “Come back to bed and I’ll show you how together we are.”

  “No, let’s go back to bed so I can show you how much you’re loved.”

 
; Liam took Milo’s hand and they walked back into the suite. The sun shone through the spaces between the heavily draped curtains.

  Liam dropped Milo’s hand and ran to the windows, opening the suite to the sun. “I want to see you as I touch you. I want to know what makes you moan and what makes you scream.”

  He walked toward Milo at a slow, deliberate pace, enticing Milo with a roll of his hips that said ‘come hither’.

  “My heart is pounding, baby. Your need blows me away,” Milo murmured. Liam stood before Milo and then dropped to his knees. Milo was naked, so no barrier existed between Liam and his goal. Liam rubbed his face over Milo’s cock, letting the slight rasp of stubble sensitize the area around his lover’s cock and balls. Milo groaned, his knees buckling in response.

  Using his tongue, Liam lapped the thick ridge circling the diameter of Milo’s circumcised member. Liam’s senses seemed more acute, amplified by the extent of his need. As he kissed, he tasted. The unique combination of the flavor and the aroma thrust his excitement to a higher level. Standing and pushing Milo onto the bed, he continued his exploration of Milo’s body. He sucked on Milo’s sensitive ears and nibbled at the nubs of the flat mocha coins that hid beneath the light smattering of chest hair.

  As his mouth worked Milo’s neck and chest, his hand crept to encompass his man’s huge cock, stroking and holding with a butterfly touch. Milo pressed it into his hand.

  “More, baby,” Milo gasped. “Harder!”

  Liam complied, his mouth following the trail of hair pointing down to his pecs and navel directly to his cock. Within seconds, Liam’s mouth returned to where he’d started, laving the edge and the perineum to Milo’s delight. Liam’s tongue wrapped his member in sensuous circles. Then, in a sudden move, Liam engulfed his entire cock in the hot, moist heat of his mouth. Liam’s head bobbed up and down in a sultry rhythm. Milo grabbed his hair and started to direct Liam’s mouth. Liam fondled his balls and rolled them between his thumb and forefinger.

  “Baby, I’m going to cum,” Milo gasped.

  Liam sucked harder and swallowed the streams of jism that jetted down his throat. As he lapped at Milo’s now-softening penis, he stroked Milo’s thigh and legs with a firm touch that assured his lover he was still present in the moment.