The Drunk Wizards are playing a show that Friday night. The place is packed and Colt is all too happy to get lost in the music again after their short break. The first set goes smoothly. The place is so alive and electric that Sam thinks about extending the set for a few songs more but then belatedly decides to break. Colt doesn't see Marc sitting at the bar yet so he goes backstage with the band.
They tell each other what they did during their break and Colt enjoys hearing everyone's stories until they go their separate ways for a few minutes. Colt takes a bathroom break and then returns to tune his fiddle a bit.
"Hey, Colt. You good with ending the night on the new song with that bit that showcases you?" Sam asks him, sipping on a beer in his hand.
"Yeah, I'm good with it. I'd love it, actually." Colt says. "And hey, thanks for making me feel a bit more like I'm a part of everything."
"Dude. You're a huge part. Don't ever think you aren't. We ever start making real money doing this, I want you to be full time with us. I'm only sad we can't pay you like you're full time right the fuck now."
They step out on stage to a few whoops and hollers from the crowd. Colt leans in to speak to Sam. "I love doin' this, man. It's the closest I can get to my dream. I'd do it for nothin' if I had to."
Sam gives Colt a thousand-watt smile and embraces him hard. "We really lucked out finding you, man. Just stick with us and we'll start making bank, alright?"
Colt nods and the other members of the band join them on the stage. The second set is even better than the first. The crowd goes nuts when Sam calls him out in the last song with a resounding "Colt Jackson on the fiddle, let's hear it!"
Amid screams from the bar, Colt steps forward and plays his heart out with Danny on the drums keeping beat. It's amazing.
He's flying. Colt is flying when all is said and done. It's hard to explain how it feels, doing something you love and getting the reaction the Drunk Wizard fans give them. It's like he's on top of the world, looking down at himself and the crowded bar and the world at large. It's an adrenaline rush. It's like nothing can touch him.
Colt has just strapped his fiddle into its case when he sees Marc approaching him. He's surprised at how the sight of Marc only magnifies the moment for him. He's glad to see him. He wants to see him.
He's riding high on his adrenaline rush and he grabs Marc's hand and leads him out to the back alleyway. He looks both ways to make sure they're alone, then he turns and kisses the other man. It's the first time he's ever initiated anything between the two of them.
Marc turns them so that Colt is shoved against the bricked side of the building. Colt thought he had the upper hand in the kiss, but now it's clear that Marc has taken that from him. The other man is devouring him, teeth bite into the flesh of his lips and Colt's shoulders scrape against the rough brick.
"Touch me." Colt whispers against Marc's lips. "Like you did in the library."
"You want me, Vanilla?" Marc asks, fingers already pulling at the fly of Colt's jeans.
"Yes. Yeah. I want you to touch me." Colt is aware enough to go very still when the alleyway door opens and another couple pours out, obviously drunk and having fun with one another. They never see Colt and Marc as they slowly amble in the opposite direction, kissing at one another and pausing at another spot in the alleyway.
Colt is distracted enough not to have seen Marc go down on his knees.
Suddenly his cock is surrounded with warmth and wet. Colt looks down to see Marc sucking him off and Colt thinks this is everything he needed and wanted right now and also not what he wanted at all. Marc keeps pushing boundaries with him. A part of the blame is on himself too because Colt knows that he keeps letting Marc push those boundaries.
It feels too good, so good that the surprise of it wears off and Colt just wants Marc to continue. He watches, fascinated as the man gives him an amazing blow job, possibly the best he's ever had.
His palm smooths back over the buzz cut on top of Marc's head and he doesn't look away, mesmerized by the sight of it, by the shock of it, by the hint of danger to it. Colt tastes blood in his mouth where Marc had bit at his lip.
He can vaguely hear the other couple not too far away. As his own pleasure reaches extreme heights, he finally looks down the alleyway to see the silhouette of a man fucking a woman against the brick wall. Colt bites down on his bottom lip hard, drawing more blood to keep himself from crying out as he arches away from the brick wall and spills into Marc's mouth. He has no idea how he keeps himself from crying out when he feels like he's imploding from the inside out with such intense orgasm.
Marc is kissing him again and passing some of Colt's own spunk into his mouth. He can taste himself and that's something new. Colt swallows it down and continues to kiss Marc.
As his mind starts to come back to him, he glances down the alleyway.
"Stay with me. They don't even see us. You're fine." Marc takes one of Colt's hands and helps him to hold onto his cock. He's opened his fly and now Colt is touching him. He's touching another man's privates.
Colt starts to say something, but Marc shushes him. "Shhhh... come on, Colt. Like the library. You can do it. I want you to do it."
Is he ready for this? No. Was he ready for a blow job? No. How can he say no after what just happened? After what Marc had just done to him?
Colt's fingers curl to feel the girth of him. Marc is big, bigger than Colt is. It feels strange. Slowly, he starts to jerk him off, his hand working in the same way he's given himself pleasure before.
