I looked back at my bandmates, and we all had the same look of shock on our faces. There was no way we could miss this. This could be our big break. We thanked him and I pocketed the flier before we went back into the venue to enjoy the dance.
“Tormented Accord? More like a Tormented Chord!” Gus called out to his friends, loud enough for me to hear when we were near him. “Am I right?”
His friends laughed, and Varick looked like he was going to deck him, but I put a hand on Varick’s shoulder to calm him and looked at Gus. “I mean, considering they asked us to play more, it looks like only your silly little sycophants agree with you. Oh sorry, I forgot to keep my vocabulary light so you could keep up. Oops.”
Gus was about to say something but Archer had come up and put his arm around my shoulders, looking between the two of us. “Come on, Jason. You sounded great and the critique of someone like that doesn’t matter. Dance with me?”
I smiled at him and put my arm around his waist before I agreed, and he whisked me off to the dance floor. Zach and Nigel managed to pull Varick away from Gus, not wanting to have a fight start, and then the second band started.
“You look amazing, especially after you’ve been on stage,” Archer said as he pulled me to him so we could dance.
“Thanks,” I replied. “My friends all put their money together to buy the outfit.”
“Why didn’t you tell us? Grammy would have been happy to help out,” Archer asked me in surprise.
“She didn’t sign up to take care of four kids,” I told him. “She signed up for three.”
“You moron,” he said, but I could tell he was saying it with affection. “What do you think that whole conversation in the hospital was? You’re her grandkid now. Get used to it.”
Dancing with Archer in public like this was more than I had ever dreamed possible. We had to keep it mostly PG-13 because the school was putting on the event, but he had his arms around me, and every once in a while our bodies would press together. The feeling was electrifying, like nothing I’d felt before. It was the first time I had ever shown my sexuality in public, but it felt good. I saw some surprised looks from people I knew, but other than that, we weren’t bothered at all.
Sometimes we danced with the group of our friends and his siblings, other times we danced alone. Either way, if we were on the dance floor, he was with me. I had never really wanted to go to the dances, mostly because it was boring to me. This dance was amazing though. I had fun with my friends, and dancing with Archer was the best thing ever.
I was over the moon when he kissed me during the last song of the night. It was a slow song, of course. He pulled me close to him, so our bodies were touching.
His arms were around my waist while I had mine up on his broad shoulders. His blue eyes were bright and so full of warmth and affection, and then he grabbed my chin with his right hand and tilted it up, just a little, so he could kiss me. It was gentle and sweet, and exactly what I would have hoped for with a kiss like this. This was the right time for romance rather than need.
“Are you all ready to leave?” he asked me once the song came to an end.
I nodded. “Nigel has the instruments in his van, and he will bring them back to the basement tomorrow.”
“Perfect,” Archer smiled and took my hand.
We met up with his sisters and I thought we were all walking out to Archer’s car, but then Evie and Harper went off to get rides with their friends. Archer opened the passenger door and motioned for me to get in. I smiled and slid into my seat and then he went around and got in the driver’s side. He drove us to the local makeout spot, but we found it completely packed so he pulled away and gave me a grin.
“That kind of takes the surprise away, but now I’m not sure where to go,” he admitted.
“I have somewhere we could go to,” I said to him. I gave him directions to one of the areas that was down at the bottom of one of the mountains. I came up here to think a lot, on my own time, and it was always deserted late at night. It was better known for hiking.
He kept the car going so we would have heat, but we climbed into the back seat of the car. We ditched a few items of clothing, mostly his jacket, our vests, and our shirts. I loved the feeling of his chest against mine. He had a fair amount of blonde hair on his chest that crept down his belly and down to his happy trail. He didn’t try and trim it down or anything, and I ran my hands through it. The hair was soft to the touch and his skin felt so hot.
I had less body hair than him; just a little on my chest and then some going down to my dick, and it was all thick and black. While we made out, Archer only ran his hand over the hair on the side of my head, leaving my mohawk alone so he didn’t ruin it, while I was messing up his blonde locks because of how much I loved the soft, gentle curls at the end.
We hadn’t talked about sex yet, so we didn’t do anything other than making out. The farthest was when I climbed into his lap and I could feel him against me. He was hard and he let out a moan as I ground against him. I hoped he could feel how hard I was too; hard for him and only him.
We stayed there making out for an hour before he drove us back home. He walked me to the back door, the one that was at the halfway point down the stairs to the basement, and we stood on the porch looking at each other lovingly before he kissed me again. A sweet goodnight kiss. We parted there, with me going downstairs while he headed up to his bedroom.
I took a long shower, thinking about Archer’s hardness against mine, and what all I wanted to do with him, while I stroked myself. I was in the middle of imagining him deep inside of me when I finally came all over the wall of the shower, letting the water wash away all traces of my lust.
The next day, Varick and the guys dropped off the instruments early. We got them set up again and made sure everything was tuned like we wanted them, and then they headed out to spend Sunday with their families. Sundays were always hard because my family used to have rest days together on them.
This time, Dorothy invited me up to have brunch with her family. She made omelets, pancakes, bacon, sausage, hash browns, and fresh orange juice. It was delicious and we had a ton of fun talking about the dance and telling Dorothy all about the decorations and music. It was nice to be included as part of her family.
Afterwards, I went back downstairs and laid down on the couch, thinking again of last night. Normally Dorothy and her grandkids spent Sunday watching TV and making a huge roast dinner, so I figured I’d have some time to myself. I kept thinking about last night in the car, and how good it felt to have him against me.
I had jerked off last night, but I felt the need to again while thinking about it. So I pulled down my pajama pants and started to stroke, imaging the things I wanted to do with Archer. I was so close to release when I heard someone coming down the stairs. I swore at myself for being so dumb and then quickly pulled my pants up and sat up, putting a blanket, bunched up, over my crotch so he wouldn’t see how hard I was. These pajama pants left little to the imagination.
Archer stopped at the entrance to the basement, looking at me and then down at the blanket, like he had some idea what I was doing. He was trying hard not to smirk before he came over and sat down next to me.
“Grammy is taking the girls out for a little bit,” Archer said. “They’re going to do some Christmas shopping and give us privacy.”
“That’s very progressive of them,” I joked.
“It is, yes,” he grinned. “So, I think we need to talk about sex.”
I was surprised, but not unhappy that he brought it up. “Alright, let’s talk.”
“I know that part of why you broke up with Gus was because he was pushing sex,” Archer said. “So I wanted you to know that while I have experience with sex, I’m not going to push you into something you aren’t ready for. We can go your speed. No matter how much I want to see what’s under that blanket right now.”
His words hadn’t done anything to make me deflate. The fact that he was so caring about my consent and what I was comfortable with was sexy as hell, and it only made me want him more. I let out a breath and then moved the blanket away and to the side. Archer looked at me with some surprise and then he let himself look down my body toward my lap. I could see the same look of longing that I probably had towards him a lot in private.