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  "I'm telling you, Daniel, you have to start taking care of yourself. You'll never see thirty-five if you don't quit...well. You know what I mean."

  Daniel Legarte stared his doctor right in the face as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up, filling up the little guest room of the bus with smoke. Doctor James hacked a little, waving his hand in front of his face.

  Daniel smiled. He hoped it wasn't a nice smile.

  "You mean the smoking, luv? Or the drinking? Or maybe the binges on more illegal shit?"

  God, the man drove him insane.

  James sighed, packing away the little stethoscope and blood pressure monitor while Daniel watched and smoked. They'd do this again in a month when his vocal chords went and they had to get him another steroid shot. Such was the life of the road.

  As soon as James walked out, Daniel got up and headed to the back to get his jacket, his extra smokes and his hip flask of Southern Comfort. He needed a walk. As soon as he was out of the bus he called his manager, Aaron, on the little flip phone they'd given him to replace the one he'd dropped last week and busted right up.

  "I'm going for a walk, Aaron. No, I'm not telling you where. No! Bugger off. I'll see you tomorrow when we have to leave. I have the night off, remember? Right. Fair enough. Bye."

  There. Now he was free.

  Daniel wandered. He bought himself a shrieking peacock blue leather vest that laced up the front from a quirky little shop with a cute lesbian couple who had a yappy little dog. He got a fancy-assed box of chocolates that all had liquor in them. And he got a dildo. A giant one. A giant purple one. Life on the road for the straights? Was great. For him it sucked rocks.

  It wasn't until he saw the painting in the fucking gallery that Daniel actually stopped and looked.

  And looked some more.

  Jesus Christ.

  It was like.

  Like.

  Like somebody fucking came on the canvas. Or bled. Or something. Shit. He didn't know there were that many fucking shades of red.

  His feet moved before he even thought about it, taking him inside. There was no silly bell over the door like in the leather shop, no sleazy clerk like the adult place. Just those fucking paintings.

  Each one was different - one blue, one almost all white, barring a splash of fiery orange. Sex. Pure fury and sex.

  "You like 'em?" He turned to look toward where the voice came from, saw a man perched on a stool, naked except for a pair of loose white pants, long black braid over one shoulder.

  Flat out, his body went from zero to ninety, just damn. Daniel breathed deep.

  "Hell, yes. I like them."

  "Good." The man tilted his head, nostrils flaring. "There's more in the back. You'll find one you want."

  "You think so?" God. The man had this look. Maybe it was the set of his shoulders or the way he sat on the stool, legs spread just so.

  "I do." Or maybe it was the way the man moved, almost stalking him, black-black eyes fastened on him. Then long, paint-stained fingers took his smoke and took a long, deep drag.

  "Definitely then. Back in the back." They shared the smoke for half a minute before Daniel slid past the guy, heading straight for the back room.

  Daniel could feel the heat, right on his ass, his back, the breath hot on his nape.

  Yeah. They got the little grimy door closed behind them and Daniel turned, grabbing his cigarette and tossing it down, grinding it out with his boot before his hand even closed around the guy's skinny wrist.

  He got a grin, wild and feral, eyes just lit up. So close.

  Daniel didn't think, didn't even hesitate. He just took a kiss, mashing their mouths together.

  Those fingers wrapped around his hips, tugged him in, rubbed them together, just like that. Heat just poured off Mr. Tall, Hungry and Mostly Naked.

  Mostly Naked was a lovely thing. It gave Daniel skin to touch, slick with sweat, hard with muscle and bone underneath.

  The man was hard too, cock pushing against his belly, unmistakable in the thin pants. Hard and long and right there.

  Daniel went for it, reaching down to feel it with his hand, working inside the pants, hearing them rip. The guy tasted like his cigarette and mint and something addictive.

  "Got a fine ass." Those hands squeezed, the leather of his pants squeaking. His bottom lip was sucked in, teeth testing it, worrying it.

  He did like to think it was a good ass. More than one bloke had mentioned it. Daniel pushed back into those hands, squeezing the hard cock he held.

  "Want in it?" he asked.

  "In. Through. Around. Want it all." Just like that, huh? No getting to know you. Just want.

  Cool.

  "Okay." Who knew why, but Daniel gave it up, pushing that skinny butt up against the wall and really pulling on the long cock he held, testing how much friction it could take.

  A growl brushed against his lips, lean hips pumping, pushing up into his hand and just demanding more.

  Yeah. Just...yeah. More. Daniel bit down on the sweet stretch of skin on the guy's throat, teeth pushing, hand pulling.

  "Uhn." His shirt was tugged loose, fingers scraping and scratching up along his spine, making him feel every inch.

  "Fuck, yes." He'd been with a hundred men in a hundred different cities, but he'd never felt like he was going to come in his pants from just a few kisses, one squeeze and scrape.

  He got a nod, another scratch, another low grunt as that long cock throbbed in his hand. Fuck, the whole place smelled like sex and paint and tangerines.

  Fucking tangerines?

  What the hell? Daniel pushed at the thin linen pants that really hampered him getting a good hold or a good yank and there...oh, god, silky soft skin, heavy veins, fuzzy balls.

  Those dark eyes flashed open, went huge. "Good grip. Don't stop."

  "Not gonna. What would make me, yeah?" Well, perversity, sometimes. Not so much now. He wanted to see this man come.

  He got a chuckle, husky and rough, almost like music. Almost. Their lips crashed together again, hot and rough, the man's whiskers just rasping against him.

  There was a chord there. A riff that would make a song he could let his voice soar to. He hummed along to it, licking up the tendon in pretty man's throat.

  That flat, ripped belly went tight, hard, a dull flush crawling up along the muscles. Oh, hell yes.

  Come on, come on. A man couldn't hold out forever, could he? Surely not.

  No, not forever, because heat splashed on his wrist, hot as a brand. "Damn."

  "Oh, God." He took another kiss, just...yeah. Until his lip bled. Then he pulled back. "What's your name?"

  "Amethyst. Yours?" His pants were worked right open, those clever fingers working hard.

  "Is that..." Daniel grunted, pushing his cock up as it sprang out, hard as a rock. "Is that your real name?"

  "Nope, but Eric just doesn't sell paintings, pretty man." Eric spun him around, hand wrapping around his cock as he was pulled back against the long heat.

  "Oh...Daniel. I'm Daniel." It seemed odd, didn't it, to be introducing after one of them had come.

  "Hello Daniel." The lips on the side of his neck were hot, zooming in on each and every good spot.

  "Right. Good to meet you..." His hips pressed back, then forward, his cock sliding in and out of those long, strong fingers.

  "Mmhmm. Excellent." Long licks were interspersed with sharp bites, the syncopation maddening.

  "Fuck." And he wanted to, didn't he? Fuck, suck, get off on that hand that just kept working and working.

  "Uh-huh. After. Want to feel you first."

  "Yeah. Gonna. Soon. Promise." He was babbling. Lovely. But really, what did you say to a man holding your prick?

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sp; Well, besides more and yeah and fuck and possibly why was he smelling citrus, anyway?

  "Good. Come on."

  His back arched, his hips canted, and damned if he didn't come, just like that. All over the bloody place.

  "Mmm. That should be in a painting." That hand slowed, grip easing.

  "Me or my come?" He chuckled, oozing a little, leaning on the long, skinny body behind him.

  "Either. Both." Daniel liked the man's laugh, really liked it.

  "So why Amethyst?" He liked the way those wiry arms looped around him. It was..."Where are the tangerines?"

  "In the basket by the vent and it was Amethyst or Rico. Rico sounded tacky."

  "Amethyst sounds right girlish." Well it did. He liked it though.

  A sharp slap snapped against his arse. "Better girlish than tacky. Besides, you'll remember me."

  Reality landed with a thud. His bus would leave tomorrow and he'd not see this one again, most like. Damn it. Daniel liked a lot about him, and that was on truly short acquaintance. "I will. No doubt about it."

  "Good." That hand still moved, managing to not drive him crazy, but keep him interested. The room was filled with paintings - huge colorful things to tiny canvasses stacked on the floors.

  "I like your paintings." Like might be a bit of an understatement. There was one, sat across the room from them, leaning on the wall. It had him moving, his hand pulling Amethyst's away and using it to tug the man with him. God, that painting would get him hard again. It looked like music on canvas. Captured.

  "It's part of a series called Fugue." Wild and heavy, the colors just leapt out at him.

  His free hand moved, fingers twitching as he reached out but didn't quite touch. "It's fucking amazing."

  "You'll take it with you when you go."

  "I will?" He would. He'd buy it. It would take up the whole world in his bus. His cock throbbed.

  "Yeah. Later." One hand slid up his belly, scratching and stroking, just petting him.

  He turned to look at the man again, reaching for the hair, the shoulders. He needed to feel the man that could create shit like that.

  Those eyes were. Damn. Steady and dark and somehow a little wild. Yeah. Yeah, he could see the paintings in those eyes.

  Daniel rubbed his thumb under one of them, feeling the thin, delicate skin, feeling the brush of Amethyst's eyelashes on the blink. He could stay and look in those eyes. He really could.

  Eric's head tilted, teeth finding the muscle at the base of his thumb, pushing just enough for him to feel.

  Daniel jumped, panting a little already. Again. Whatever. Damn.

  "There's a bed upstairs. A couch in the back. Pick one."

  "Bed. Don't want to have to bend that much." Might as well get comfy, yeah? He wanted it all.

  The soft laugh made him shudder, the hot brush of breath against his wrist pure erotic. "You'd look pretty bent, but come on. The bed's good."

  He was led up a twisty-turny set of stairs, into a flat that looked like a dream or a trip.

  Everything was covered in paint - even the windows, the light fixtures, the floors, the furniture. The fridge.

  "Man, you go for the art in life thing, huh?" He ached. He really did. Daniel grabbed Amethyst again, kissing him hard. "Show me more."

  "Art is life." The bed was an island of white - pure white, from sheets to pillows to the metal frame. "My empty space."

  "Not for long." A hard shove had Amethyst tumbling to the bed for him, and Daniel reached right out, sliding his hands over that flat belly.

  "What do you do? Something with your hands." Amethyst arched, toes curling, sweet trail of glory leading his eyes down.

  "Guitar. I sing too." Because a man had to do something with his mouth. Like put it against that trail of hair and move, licking, tasting.

  "Mmm. Music. I should have guessed..." Those muscles jumped every time he hit a sensitive spot.

  "You like...oh. Look at that." All he could do was stare. And lick. And bite. "Music?"

  "Love it. Oh, right there. Harder. Can't carry a tune in a bucket, though."

  "Don't need to. I can for both of us. You paint." Those paintings would inspire his next album. He knew it.

  "That's fair." Those hands tugged him up, dragging him along until their lips met again.

  Damn. Well damn for half a second while he missed that tight belly, but then wow because that kiss rocked him to his toes. Daniel jerked, rubbing hard.

  Amethyst pushed right back, thighs tight and stiff underneath him, hands digging into his hips.

  "Good." It was an understatement, but he emphasized it by biting Amethyst's lower lip. Hard.

  "Uhn." Amethyst bucked, slamming up against him, legs shifting to cradle him.

  "I...do you have. Fuck. We need rubbers, man. I want. I wanna ride you, or fuck you, or something."

  "Uh-huh." Sure enough, a bit of rummaging in a basket and slick and rubbers were handed over. "Pick one."

  Oh. Man, it was mind boggling. He grabbed one that had the right size printed on it for him, and some lube. Lovely.

  "You're worth painting. Yellows and blues and splashes of white."

  "Painting me or painting on me?"

  That would send him over the edge.

  "I have to pick one?" The question wasn't even a bit sarcastic, the dark eyes serious, focused.

  "No." Staring right back, he stroked Amethyst's chest and hip, fingers trailing. "No, we can do both."

  "Perfect." Amethyst's eyes near burned through him, fingers moving on him like they were already painting. "Good. Let's fuck first."

  "Okay." He handed over the condom, struggling to open the lube. "Put it on me."

  "I'm going to paint your cock, make you come with the brushes. It'll blow your mind." The rubber was eased down, both hands working him, easing it down centimeter by centimeter.

  "O-okay." His breath hitched right at the center of that word, his hips rising and falling. His cock twitched violently. Surely Amethyst felt it.

  "Mmhmm. You smell like sex." Those thumbs started working the tip of his prick, rubbing and sliding and driving him crazy.

  "Uh-huh. We smell good." The tangerine smell wasn't as strong, but it was still there underneath, the tang making his mouth water. Daniel pushed Amethyst down again, spreading his legs, squirting a little too much lube on his fingers.

  "It's a sign of compatibility, liking how we smell." One long leg was pulled up and out, just spreading wide like a banquet.

  "Uh-huh. It's..." Trailing off, he pushed his fingers against the tight muscles there, opening Amethyst's hole.

  "Yes." Amethyst squeezed him, took him, just begging for it. Nice.

  Real nice. He added another finger, just watching muscles ripple, watching those long thighs tremble.

  There was a tiny tattoo, behind Amethyst's balls, dark and almost hidden, the mark fascinating.

  Stroking his thumb under, Daniel touched it, pulling the skin tight so he could see it more easily.

  It was an eye with a jewel in the pupil, the iris done in purples and blues. It was surprisingly sexy, this little hidden decoration.

  His breath came faster as he stared at it, and licking his lips he held Amethyst in place and bent to kiss it, moving his fingers just enough to get to it.

  "Oh." Amethyst rippled under his touch, his tongue, those pretty balls drawing up good and tight.

  "Mmmhmm." He nuzzled, bit a little. Yeah. That just. Uhn. Daniel remembered to move his fingers too, in and out.

  A man could get addicted to that motion, the way Amethyst shifted and rocked, riding his touch.

  Finally, his cock just became too insistent, and he couldn't lavish any more attention where he wanted it. The lube. Yeah. He got it all set, pulled his fingers free and sat up straight, lining up with Amethyst's ass.

  "Look at you. Come on. Show me."

  "Yeah." That was it. Daniel shoved in, feeling Amethyst close around him, his eyes trying to close and his head falling back.


  They groaned together, Amethyst's hand sliding up his belly.

  Daniel started moving, in and out, his cock sliding, the heat amazing even with the condom. God. The man just...did things to him no one had.

  Fingers played with his nipples, his ribs, the curve of his shoulders.

  Like he was a sculpture that Amethyst really liked or something. It was crazy good. His skin just beaded right up with sweat, his breath coming hard in his lungs.