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“I can’t believe we’re doing this again.”
“Hmm?” Frank pulled out one of his AirPods. “Doing what? Flying first class? We fly first class all the time.”
“No, this whole...” Mikey’s spindly fingers made a broad gesture. “I really thought we were done. And then you had that crazy fucking dream. And then I thought we’d be done after that festival in Vegas. And then I thought we’d be done after the last tour. And now... we’re going to Dallas.”
“We’re going to Dallas.” Frank patted Mikey’s thigh and squeezed. “None of us ever really wanted this to end. Admit it. And you’ve been clean for a decade.” Frank laid his right hand atop Mikey’s left and thumbed at the gold wedding band Mikey wore. It matched the one on Frank’s left hand. “We can do things differently this time around.”
“Oh, do not even go down that train of thought. The last thing I need is to be reminded of how I felt performing high. It never really leaves you, the cravings, you know?”
“I know. I’m not naïve. I’ve known you a long fucking time, Michael.”
“We went and got old, didn’t we? Get addicted, get clean, get old, die?”
“I think there’s more to life than that.”
“Like Dallas.”
“Like Dallas.” Frank twisted Mikey’s wedding band around his finger. “Are you sure you’re okay, though? Good for this?”
“We’ve talked about it ad nauseum. Yes.”
“Okay, but you also said you can’t believe we’re doing this again. Are you sure you’re not having second thoughts?”
“Just anxious. Nothing a benzo can’t handle.”
Frank stared at him.
“I’m kidding!”
“That’s not funny. I need you in my life.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” Mikey turned his hand over so he could slip their fingers together. “And if you want to tour for the next 50 years, I’ll be right there next to you, even if it kills me.”
“Mikey.”
“You’re so tense!” Leaning closer, Mikey said, “you wanna join the mile high club?”
“Didn’t we already join? Multiple times?”
“You’re no fun. I’m seriously asking if you want me to suck your dick and you’re telling me no?”
“It’s a three hour flight,” Frank chuckled into the skin of Mikey’s neck. “Bathroom isn’t nearly big enough for us to fake it.”
“So what if they see?”
Frank stared at him and Mikey stared right back. He was serious.
“You want to get us on a no fly list?”
“Or we could put a blanket on and I could give you a handy while you pretend to take a nap. You’re little. You can just fold your legs up onto the seat while I stroke you off.”
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not that flexible. I can’t even touch my toes, anymore.”
“Did you lose your sense of adventure, too?”
“How about you wait until we find a family bathroom in the airport?”
“Spoilsport.”
Frank put his AirPod back in and closed his eyes. A minute later, he felt Mikey’s fingertips creeping along the inner seam of his jeans. His eyes flew open, and he sized Mikey by the wrist. “Mikey!”
“What?” A wicked grin showed off the points of Mikey’s incisors.
“We are in public,” Frank hissed between clenched teeth.
Leaning close, Mikey brushed a kiss against the soft shell of Frank’s ear. “But I’m horny.”
“Then go to the bathroom and rub one out.”
“But I want you.”
The tone of Mikey’s voice was making Frank’s dick perk up and take notice, but his logic (especially in his old age) was still firmly in place. “Mikey, we can’t.”
The doe eyes he received in return were almost enough to make Frank change his mind. Almost.
“I could finger you...” Mikey’s hand flexed in Frank’s grip, and Frank was viscerally reminded of exactly what those fingers were capable of.
“Are you trying to turn me on so that I have to go jack off?”
“Maybe. Is it working?”
“No.” Resolute, Frank put Mikey’s hand into Mikey’s lap and tucked his own hands into the kangaroo pocket of his hoodie. The flight attendant walked by. Frank leaned his head against the window and closed his eyes.
*
Frank wheeled his suitcase into the room and let out a sigh of relief at the sound of the hotel door shutting behind him. It had been a long day. “Strip.”
“Huh?” Mikey, who had been unzipping his suitcase, looked up at Frank.
“Strip. Face, down, ass up on the bed.”
“Yes, Sir,” Mikey said. He grinned as he reached for his belt buckle.
Frank just stood there, arms crossed over his chest, as he watched Mikey undress. 20 years of this and he never got tired of it. If he was lucky, he’d get at least another 20.
Spending so much time in the sun had turned Mikey’s skin a beautiful gold. Frank himself preferred to avoid the sun, both for his tattoos and because he burned easily. Mikey, on the other hand, could spend hours in the sun.
Naked, Mikey knelt on the bed and rested his head on his folded arms. “Well?”
“Give me a minute. I’m looking.”
“Haven’t you seen it enough?”
“No.” Shaking his head, Frank laid a gentle hand on Mikey’s bare ass cheek. “Never enough.”
“Sap.”
Frank smacked Mikey’s ass. “Brat.” He knelt on the bed behind Mikey and leaned down to rub his nose against the soft hairs on his skin.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to shower first?”
Frank considered it. Mikey had showered just before the left LA; his hair was still damp when they got to the airport. “No.”
“Okay.” Mikey wiggled his hips from side to side and made himself more comfortable.
Frank didn’t waste any time, and Mikey jerked in surprise at the first lick. Chuckling, Frank said, “You weren’t ready?”
Spreading his knees further, Mikey said, “I’m ready now.” His dick hung, half hard, beneath his legs. Frank paid it no attention.
He’d been half hard himself since the plane ride, and Mikey’s scent was so much muskier here. It was heady, primal, and sent blood straight to Frank’s dick. He hadn’t taken his own jeans off yet, and his dick throbbed desperately against the zipper.
Reaching down, Frank unbuckled his belt and lowered his jeans just enough to let his cock spring free. He wrapped his hand around it--just a quick squeeze. Soon enough he’d be buried inside Mikey’s plush hole.
But for now, Frank attacked with his mouth. He licked at the furled muscle between Mikey’s cheeks with the sureness and confidence that came only from decades together. Spit ran down his jaw, down Mikey’s thighs. It was wet, messy, and raw. Frank ate Mikey’s ass like this was his last chance. That’s how they loved: like they had to squeeze everything out of this moment just in case it was their final one.
“Fuck, Frank,” Mikey panted beneath him, but Frank didn’t stop.
He kept going, kept licking until Mikey’s thighs were shaking and his balls were drawn up tight. “Think you can take me just like this?”
“Is that even a question?”
Frank grinned. He knew damn well Mikey would take him dry if he had to. The power and affection that came with that thought made his dick throb. He thumbed at the spot just inside Mikey’s ass cheek so he could watch the way his hole clenched and flexed.
“You’re still looking?”
“Just gotta make sure,” Frank kissed Mikey’s hole with the head of his dick before pushing in slowly but steadily, “I can see where I’m going.”
Once he was all the way in, he draped himself over Mikey’s bare body. He should have taken an extra minute to undress, but settled for wiggling his hips to get more skin-to-skin contact. “I love you.”
Mikey unfolded his arms to reach one hand up. “I love you, too.”
Pressing his face into the curve of Mikey’s neck, Frank took his hand. He shifted his hips backwards and pressed back in. They both moaned.
For all his bravado and taunting, they made love slowly and surely. Frank made sure Mikey came first. He licked his hand--saliva wasn’t always the best lube--but they knew each other’s bodies so well that it wasn’t an issue.
Only when Mikey finished shaking and tensing did Frank slow his thrusts and make them shallower, deeper. He bit down on Mikey’s shoulder when he came, leaving a mark he knew would still be there when they took the stage in Dallas the following night.
“Should have put a towel down,” Mikey said as Frank pulled out. “I’m not sleeping in the wet spot.”
“You didn’t catch it in your hand?” Giggling, Frank rolled on to the bed and pulled Mikey closer.
“Caught it in my ass.”
“Sexy.” Frank shoved at his jeans. He kicked them off his feet and left the dangling half off the bed. “And I think you need to stop being surprised that we keep coming back to this.”
Mikey raised an eyebrow. “Sex?”
“No, idiot,” Frank said affectionately, “touring. You said earlier you can’t believe we keep doing this, but what else are we going to do? We’ve got to hold on to what we’ve got.”
Shaking his head, Mikey grinned tightly. “Nope. Not doing it.”
“We’ve got each other, and that’s a lot.” Closing his eyes, Frank inhaled deeply and exhaled into Mikey’s hair. He wouldn’t give up music for anything... except maybe Mikey.