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  "That's it. Harder. God." Those black eyes stared at him, so hungry, so fucking hot.

  Harder and harder he shoved into that lean body, his cock on fire, his chest and belly so tight he thought he might snap something. Fuck yeah. Oh fuck.

  "Gonna... Gonna paint you. Just... Just like that." Amethyst's shoulders left the mattress, fingers tugging him closer, helping.

  "You. Oh, god." He reached down, pulled at Amethyst's cock, his hand moving in time with his hips.

  "Us. Come on. Come on. I. Uhn." Amethyst's cry rang out, just echoing as heat sprayed over his fingers.

  Oh, damn. Grunting, Daniel let it go, let it all go, everything. His manager, the tour, all of his tension. Everything.

  "Mmmmmm..." That deep, low growl settled in his spine, fingers moving again as he slumped, tracing designs on his skin.

  He wanted a joint. And he wanted to lick this guy all over. And maybe some food. "How do you feel about Chinese?"

  "They're very nice people and they have incredibly black hair."

  Whapping the guy, Daniel rolled off, flopping a little. "I mean food. Foo. Lo mein."

  "Uh-huh. Egg rolls with that red sauce. I'm so there."

  "Cool. Who do you call here?" Somewhere he had a pack of smokes. And a boa. And a dildo.

  "Dragon somebody or other. I have an account." Amethyst stretched, reached for a phone. "What's your pleasure?"

  "Something sweet and sour. And maybe something crunchy." Yeah, he could go for some yumminess.

  "Mmhmm." Amethyst dialed the phone, ordered a number four and an eight and two twelves and egg rolls with extra sauce.

  Oh, the egg rolls. Right. That did sound good. Though really, Daniel found himself drawn right back to Amethyst, his hands sliding on the upraised arms, his mouth settling under one, where the skin was baby fine.

  "Mmm... sweet. What?" Amethyst chuckled, eyes dancing. "Yes. Yes, Mr. Wei. Sweet and sour sauce."

  He nibbled down, reaching the top of Amethyst's ribs and letting his tongue run across the first ridge.

  "Th...thank you. Yes. Leave it...leave it by the door and ring. I'll get... get it." The chuckles were almost as addictive as the salt and musk of Ami's skin.

  The taste...it was all about him on that skin, all over it, like he was painted on. Damn. Daniel moaned, licking down even more, letting his lips settle on a hipbone.

  "Oh." The phone hit the mattress, the moan he got deep and needy.

  "You're fucking addictive, man." He had to say it, had to let Ami feel it. Daniel chuckled. "Is it okay if I call you Ami?"

  "Mmhmm. I like it. You a Danny? Dan? Daniel?"

  "I go by anything you want..." He thought of himself as Daniel, but god knew everyone had a different name for him. He nipped a little, feeling Ami's skin and muscles shiver convulsively.

  "Mmm. Dee, then. I like it. Simple. Oh. How did you find me?" Ami shifted, sliding on the sheets, bending and reaching for him.

  "I just wandered in. Really. I was shopping." Avoiding. Leaving. Something.

  "The paintings must have called you." Ami's cheek brushed his knee.

  "Maybe you did." They sort of curled, cheeks resting on each other's legs, hands sliding. It was a good position to smell and taste and hum and... oh, what a song there was there.

  "Either way works. I need to paint you."

  "Now?" He grinned, biting a little. Right there. Right where the muscle stood out from bone. So damned pretty.

  "How long can you stay?"

  "I'm supposed to leave tomorrow. The tour." Daniel sighed, rubbing his cheek along Ami's leg. "But I only have one gig. I can come back after for almost a week."

  "Then we'll do it then. Play now."

  "Oh, good." He licked a little, nuzzling his way toward Ami's pubes, just drawn by the scent.

  "Mmhmm." Ami started nibbling, teeth grazing his skin, dragging along his thigh.

  "I...oh." What had he been about to say? He couldn't remember. He'd not been sucking down Viagra, but he felt like it anyway.

  "Uh-huh." He got another bite, another, the sensations sharp, but not enough to hurt, just enough to burn.

  His breath came in, his body arching. Damn. Daniel returned the favor, his teeth scraping.

  Ami twisted, pulling away before pushing closer, like the lean body couldn't decide what it needed.

  His hand slid around to cup the fine ass, holding Ami still so Daniel could lick and suck the muscles, the little dip between hip and thigh, and finally, that hardening cock.

  Ami's fingers kept moving, sliding, drawing patterns on his skin that were traced by the tip of that hot, wet tongue.

  The need came on like a freight train. Again. It amazed him, took his breath. Hell, it was like the best high he'd ever had.

  Words were whispered against him, hot and sweet, like a song that he could just almost hear.

  Daniel hummed it, his hands stroking out the chords on Ami's skin. Oh, it would be a hit. A huge, epic hit.

  Ami chuckled, shivered as he hit a sensitive spot. "Good song."

  "It'll go with your painting." He smiled against Ami's balls, letting the lyrics spill into the sensitive skin.

  "It will inspire it."

  Lapping, Daniel pushed back and forth with his tongue, forcing Ami's skin to follow his will.

  Ami's response was gratifying, the lips surrounding his balls even more so.

  "Oh." He moaned it, breathed it, groaning before pulling back to sink down on Ami's cock.

  The groan vibrated in his balls, the suction increasing, almost too much, too hard.

  His belly drew in, his balls aching, his thighs trembling. He let Ami feel his teeth, just along the base of that long cock, just enough.

  Ami's fingers dug into his thighs, giving him more to feel, to experience.

  They rocked together like they hadn't already explored and come and needed and... yeah. It was like he could do this over and over again. So good. He licked around the base of Ami's cock, then pulled back to kiss the tip, working the slit.

  Ami's tongue slid behind his balls, licking and lapping at the little, sensitive strip of skin hidden there.

  The hair stood up on his arms and his legs, goose bumps rising. All he could do was make a harsh sound around Ami's flesh, a deep, heavy moan as he thrust and pushed, his balls tight, his cock quivering.

  His cock rubbed against Ami's throat as that tongue moved further back, teasing and tickling his hole.

  Oh god. Oh fuck, oh god, oh damn. His body arched into a tight, hard bow, his hands digging into Ami's hips as he fought to keep his mouth open.

  He could feel every fucking little sound, every hum, every groan. Each sound vibrated his hole, his balls, all along his shaft.

  He had to pull off before he fucking bit the man in half. Daniel breathed deep, shaking, every muscle tensing and releasing. "Ami. I need. God."

  "Mmhmm." Somehow Ami reached the lube and handed him a rubber. Those fingers pushed inside him, alternating with the slick-slick heat of Ami's tongue.

  Oh, hell yes. He'd done Ami. Now it was Ami's turn to do him. He opened the condom, got it slipped over Ami's cock, the slicking taking only seconds longer. "Now."

  Ami helped him get on hands and knees, thumbs spreading him wide, both pressing deep. "Yeah. Yeah, Dee. You're... fuck, you're something else."

  Then that cock replaced the fingers, just taking him, pushing deep.

  His back snapped taut like a cat in heat and Daniel bore down, opening up, letting the man in. So fast. They'd done this so fast and it burned like fire, but it felt better than anything he could remember in a long, long time.

  He wasn't given even a bit of quarter, teeth on his shoulder, Ami's hand sliding down his belly to work his cock -- all the passion and fire and need in the paintings downstairs and it was all his, all in him, just then.

  Daniel gave as good as he got, his body shoving back and up to take Ami deeper, harder, more. He growled out the song now, the beat deep and heavy, the baseline thrumming.


  They slapped together, the rhythm strong, steady, right up until the time it shattered, both of them just driving frantically.

  Finally it exploded, and Daniel expected to see shards of himself all over. Instead he came, hot and wet beneath him, feeling Ami pound his ass, his shout ringing in his ears.

  Ami landed against his back, panting and laughing, licking sweat from his skin. "That? Deserves Chinese food."

  "It does. And maybe a hot, wet towel." Because ew.

  The laughter got louder, Ami nodding and sliding free from him. "I can do that. Even a shower, if you want."

  "Let's eat first. As long as I can move somewhere else to eat, that is." They were...swampy.

  "Poor man, got stuck with the wet spot." Ami swatted his ass, hopped off the bed and wandered off, the sound of water sounding along with Ami's tuneless whistle. Now that was truly maddening.

  He'd have to go put a stop to that. Maybe if he stuffed Ami's mouth with food...

  ***

  The violet hit the canvas with a splash, the cream following close behind.

  Almost. Almost. Fuck, it felt good.

  Amethyst pushed his hair back, fingers spreading paint on his cheek, the oil mingling with the sweat that covered him. His entire body moved, caught in the rhythm and heat of creation, his cock hard, aching, his heart pounding as he worked.

  He had six canvasses finished, the seventh near done, each one done with Dee's music blaring, filling every inch of his studio just like Dee had filled him.

  The sounds were sharp, edgy, bright and dark and driving and...

  Purple.

  Purple and fuchsia and a rich almost-yellow cream with wild streaks of cobalt.

  Something broke the rhythm of drums and bass, though. Something on the very edge of his consciousness. Something annoying.

  Like a knock on his damned door.

  "I told you, I'm not turning the music down. I need it!" He yanked the door open, wearing nothing but paint and a frown.

  "Well, if you stop snarling at me you can have it in person. I brought my guitar." Tall, solid and yet still oddly thin, blond hair flopping over his ears, Dee stood there, guitar case in hand, gray eyes staring right at him.

  "Dee." He almost howled with his sudden joy. "You're here. Come see. I just finished."

  He tugged Dee in, slamming their mouths together in a sudden, fierce kiss.

  The guitar thudded to the floor as Dee wrapped around him, all arms and legs and hot skin and need. Dee kissed him like it was the most important fucking thing in the world, hard and thorough.

  They could look later.

  He pushed them back against the door, fucking Dee's lips with his tongue, hand tugging and pulling desperately against Dee's clothes. Skin. There should only be paint and skin.

  Dee's hands worked on him, too, slipping and sliding through the paint that all but covered him, making the sensation surreal.

  His fingers found Dee's cock, finally, pulling them together, paint-slick hand pumping them both.

  "Oh. Oh, fuck, Ami." Dee bit his throat, teeth stinging, the pain bright purple.

  "Yes. Yes. This first. Dee." He made the weirdest sounds, his free hand tugging Dee's mouth into his neck.

  "More." Those lips moved against his skin before Dee slid maybe a half inch down, biting him again, this time bright, blooming fuchsia. Dee's hand closed over his, pulling in time, their cocks squeezed down.

  He went up on his toes, entire body shuddering, the light behind his eyelids gone blue.

  They slapped together, Dee rising up with him, the violence of the movement his only warning before Dee came, hot spunk shooting out over their hands.

  Laughter bubbled from him, the joy simply too big to contain as it poured from him. His own orgasm followed along, drawn by the kiss Dee gave him.

  Oh. Very good.

  "Hello, Dee." Welcome home."

  Lo." He got a grin, half goofy, half hot. "Missed you."

  "Yeah. Yeah, I have been listening to your music." All of it. Over and over for hours while he worked. All of it.

  "Oh, god. Even the old stuff when I was with Bolthole?" Dee sounded almost chagrined, and Amethyst had to smile, because that stuff was bad hair metal.

  "Mmhmm. I needed to work." He leaned up, licked Dee's jaw. "I wanted to know you."

  Dee's hand moved idly, rubbing the come into their skin. "Can I see now?"

  "Yes." He nodded, tugged Dee a bit before helping get rid of those silly pants. Skin. Paint. "Come on."

  The back of the studio had been cleared out, only the speakers and the new canvasses left for him to see. Six by eight, they filled the space, made the studio throb with sex.

  "Oh." Stopping dead, Dee pulled him to a halt, staring. "Oh, god."

  The words buzzed inside him, swirling and spinning and he waited to see if that was good or bad.

  "Ami. I just. Wow." It must be good, because Dee turned to him, hand sliding up his arm and over his shoulder to cup the back of his head and kiss him like there was no tomorrow.

  Yeah. That's how Dee's music made him feel. Wow. And oh. And alive. So alive.

  Dee felt hard against him already, but let him go finally to walk over and look at the paintings close up. Touching the one he'd just finished, Dee moaned. "It's my music."

  "Yeah. Yeah." Fuck, yes. Dee saw. It was enough to make his stomach clench. "I played you, over and over. I want to paint you next. Paint you and then ride you, fuck you, make you fly."

  "Yes. All of it. Yes." Dee turned and all but pounced on him, legs coming up to wrap around his hips, making him stagger.

  He widened his stance, tugging off Dee's shirt, hands sliding up to wrap around the pointed collarbones. Little splashes of color already decorated the beautiful skin, made his heart pound, made his prick try to fill again.

  That lean body slid against him, Dee moaning, rough and low. "You. I. For me. Thank god I found you."

  "You'll play for me. Let me hear from the source while I paint." It wasn't a question; it was a raw need.

  "I will. I knew I needed to bring my shit this time, plug in. I want to watch you jack off to my music, luv." God, the man had this almost hidden accent that came out just so, once in a while. Aussie? Kiwi?

  He nodded, leaning Dee back, arms trembling as he supported them, eyes dragging down Dee's body. He needed to taste every inch. Touch deep. Bury himself inside and wrap himself in that passion. "Beautiful."

  "Yours." Just like that. But he'd known it was true from the very start, too. Why deny it? Showing off, Dee arched for him, arms over his head, muscles flexing.

  He bent his head, tongue sliding over the salty skin, teeth threatening and scraping.

  Dee bent almost to the floor, hands falling down to help with the support, hard cock pointing straight up at him. "Need you."

  "Uh-huh." He leaned against the wall, shifting and lifting until his lips met that pretty prick, sucked it right in. Yum.

  "Uhn!" Dee hollered it, and those long-assed legs slipped up over his shoulders, giving him this perfect, long line like he'd only seen in porn movies maybe.

  Oh, look at that curve, he sucked, seeing it repeated in his mind in a pale green, a bright blue, arched and supported against a column of aubergine.

  Thrusting, Dee gave him more, more positions, more ideas. Simply more.

  Amethyst gave back, sucking and licking, slowly lowering them to the floor as his energy focused more and more on the salt leaking from Dee's cock and less on that whole pesky upright thing.

  Dee curled around him, body seeming to surround him, that hot prick sliding in and out as Dee moved. Soft, hot sounds came from Dee's chest and throat, like the best kind of music.

  He moaned, touching everywhere he could reach, pulling Dee in until that cock bumped the back of his throat.

  A harsh sound broke, Dee shaking for him, every muscle tight. He could feel Dee's balls draw up against his chin, feel how ready the man was to come again.

  One finger foun
d that sweet, tight little hole, pushed in and curled. Come on, lovely. I need. Now.

  He got it. Shaking, swearing, Dee came for him, the hot rush of come all he could ask for.

  He moaned, nuzzling in as Dee moaned and shivered, rode the aftershocks.