He was about to beg again when I finally started pushing myself into him. He let out a gasp when my mushroom head penetrated his tight ring, and his heat engulfed me. I groaned in pleasure and held there for a moment to make sure he was okay until I started to slowly push further into him. We stopped again once I felt my balls brush up against his ass. I kissed along his neck, sucking and biting at the skin there, helping him relax more against me. I didn’t start moving until he asked me to, and then I started to long, slow strokes, groaning at how hot and tight he was around my girth.
Archer let out a moan every time my head hit his prostate. “Yes, right there. Harder, baby.”
I pulled his legs so they were draped over my shoulders and then really began to thrust hard and fast into him. He felt so good wrapped around my cock, moaning while he thrust his own hips up to meet mine, making me go deeper each time.
“Fuck, Jason, I love your cock,” he moaned.
I grinned at him and kept up my assault on his ass, both of our moans getting more erratic. I wanted him to come first so I was doing everything I could to hold off my own orgasm. I knew I was hitting him right as he started practically chanting the word yes as I pounded into him. I reached between us to grab onto his hard cock, stroking it in time to my thrusts.
Archer cried out, yelling my name as he came hard, and his ass clenched down around me, so much tighter than it was before. I watched as his back arched and his white cum shot out between our bodies, coating his chest and stomach. Seeing him in such ecstasy, that I was causing him, and the hot, tight heat of him was my undoing. I toppled over into orgasm right after him, thrusting just a few more times before I buried myself as deep as I could and shot rope after rope of hot cum inside him.
I collapsed half on top of Archer, trying to catch my breath. He was lying there, sated and happy, looking up at the ceiling while he breathed hard. I pulled myself back up and then moved to start licking all of his release off of his body, savoring the flavor of my lover. Archer pulled me up to kiss him as soon as I was done, sliding his tongue into my mouth to taste himself on me.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he groaned.
“So are you,” I told him and kissed him again. I moved back down his body so I could see my seed slowly seeping out of him. I rubbed my fingers along his hole, making him shiver again as I got my fingers covered in my own cum and brought it to Archer’s lips. He grinned and then opened his mouth to suck my fingers clean, and I moaned at the sight. I could feel myself getting hard again. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to end up fucking you again.”
“Please do,” he whispered, and that was all it took for us to fall into our second round.
~~~
It was finally the night of the first round. Multiple cities would be having the first round so that they could eliminate bands for the final part. Only three bands here in Ogden would be getting through to the Salt Lake City battle, so everything was riding on getting through this round.
I spent most of the day getting my look exactly right. I spiked up my mohawk before putting on tight, black jeans, combat boots, a dark red button up shirt that had leather strips running down the arms and a black studded leather vest to go over it. I finished it off with some earrings, a silver necklace with a dragon on it, and fixed the nose ring I had gotten about a month ago to make sure it looked perfect against my tanned skin.
I put on black eyeliner, some dark shadow around my eyes in reds and black, and black lipstick. I added some stars and moons around my eyes with eyeliner before I felt like it looked okay, and then used some silver and gold to accent them. I came out of the bathroom to find Archer waiting for me. He was wearing a dark blue button up shirt and dress pants.
“I wanted to see you before we all went to the venue,” Archer said, holding up two roses, one orange and one red, to me. I smiled and took them from him, giving them a sniff before settling them in one of the vases down here. “I’m so proud of you, no matter what happens tonight, okay?”
I pulled him into a kiss, leaving a little black on his lips which I quickly cleaned off. “Thank you, love. It means everything to me that you’ll be there tonight.”
“Nothing could make me miss you guys performing,” Archer said with a smile. “You’ll kill it tonight, I know. You look amazing, by the way. How did I end up with such a hot ass boyfriend?”
“Just lucky like that,” I said with a smirk.
Soon enough, my bandmates showed up to gather up all of our equipment, making sure everything was tuned exactly how we needed it to be. Archer helped us get it all loaded into Zach’s van and then we split up, taking a few cars to the venue. Archer had to take his sisters and Dorothy, who had insisted on going to support us, so he went off to do that while we got into our two cars and headed to get ready.
We got our equipment to where it needed to be and got ready for the event to start. We were only going to get to perform three songs for this one, and we were ready. I could see Archer and his family sitting down in the audience, seated around one of the small tables in the venue. They had sodas served to them and I could see appetizers around the table. Dorothy was eating some fries while they talked to each other, waiting for the music to start.
We were standing along the background, listening to the bands before us play. They were all fantastic, and I could tell this would be a close one, but I wasn’t letting my nerves get the better of me.
About halfway through the event, a couple of uniformed cops came into the building, looking around. They spoke to a few of the organizers, but we weren’t giving them much attention other than noting that they were there. I was focused on the music again when a voice broke me out of my concentration.
“Jason De Leon?” one of the cops asked us.
I turned and looked at him in confusion. “Yeah, that’s me.”
My friends had all stopped and looked at me in confusion, and the cop continued. “We need to talk to you, if you could come with us to the precinct.”
“For what?” I asked, suddenly annoyed. “We’re about to go on. Surely this can wait until later.”
Varick looked between the cops and his friends and frowned. “Hey, you two stay here. Why don’t we go talk outside for a moment?”
The cops agreed and the two of us followed them out of the venue and into the cool air outside. We got away from the crowds of people and stopped, while I was trying to figure out what was going on. We would need to go on stage soon, and I knew I hadn’t done anything wrong so there was no way I was going with them.
“Your father was shot and killed tonight,” one of the cops said to me.
“What?” I asked, barely recognizing my own voice through the shock. I felt cold and numb all over as I looked past the cops, not really focusing on anything.
“Well Jason didn’t do it,” Varick cried. “He’s been with us all day.”
One of the cops shook his head. “We know who did it. Your mom took his own gun against him tonight, and she said you could corroborate the fact that there was heavy abuse in the house.”
I scoffed at that, turning away from the cop. “My mother wants my help? After everything?”
Varick frowned at that. “What, you’re investigating whether the shooting was self-defense? Jason hasn’t lived in that house since sometime in October or so.”
“Why is that?” the first cop asked me.
“He tried to beat me to death,” I replied. “For being gay. We really need to get on stage, officers.”
“Could we bring him down to the station after we know who is moving on?” Varick asked.
“Even if they say no, I’m not going with them,” I growled angrily. “My mother never protected me against him. That woman can wait a few hours.”
I stormed back into the venue, and I heard Varick apologize to the cops before he hurried after me. I didn’t really give him any chance to talk to me before we were back with the others. The band before us was getting their gear off the stage and once we were given the sign, we worked on getting everything set up on stage that we needed.
I knew I needed to get into the right headframe in order to handle this. I had so much anger about this. Anger about how my father had tried to kill me, anger about my mom never standing up for me, and anger that suddenly he was dead and my mother was begging for my help. I decided to channel all of that anger into the music. It was the perfect outlet right now.
We were standing on stage, me with my back to the audience, holding the microphone in my hand. We had just been announced and I looked at each member of my band before I gave a quick nod. The music started and I was in my element, pouring all of my anger and despair into the songs. We started with the song Mediocre, which was about dating people that weren’t good enough for you.
We moved into another harder song, about not being good enough, before changing over into the song about Archer. I could see him vaguely past the lights of the stage, sitting there smiling up at the stage, love written so plainly all over his face. I was so focused on him that I barely heard the roar of applause when we were done, but I did see Archer and his entire table stand up into a standing ovation, including Dorothy.
We got our equipment out and back to the van before we came back into the venue to hear the announcement about who would be moving on to the next round. I could see the cops still waiting for me, and I was trying to ignore them. Finally, the announcer came up onto the stage, looking down over the audience before he thanked them all for being there and supporting the bands.