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Author: S. J. Frost
Morgan. “So your father owns a music store?”
“He did, but it’s mine now. He passed away last year.”
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Julian’s expression filled with sympathy. “Oh, I’m so sorry.”
Morgan shook his head. “It’s alright. He passed away in the shop he loved, surrounded by instruments. It’s how he would’ve wanted to go, and it’s how I grew up. I was tuning pianos when I was still too small to even lift the lid on a grand.”
“That’s sweet. Then you play?”
“I pretend to.” Morgan held up his hands. “I took lessons for years, but these clunky fingers of mine just don’t have the agility.
There’s no instrument I love more, though.”
Kurt interceded again. “Which is why he’ll be perfect for handling your instruments, Mr. Forrester. That’s what I was thinking the whole time I’ve talked with him.”
Julian slowly brought his gaze to Kurt in a glare.
Kurt lifted both hands high as if Julian had a gun pointed at him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt, and I hate to break this up, but I really do need to finish showing Morgan around and introduce him to a few more people.”
“Fine.” Julian aimed a kinder gaze at Morgan. “I’m sure we’ll have plenty of opportunities to chat later. We’ll only be traveling to the same places and working together day after day for the next several months, after all.”
Morgan extended his hand to him again. “Absolutely. I look forward to it.”
As Julian took Morgan’s hand, he noticed his grip was gentler than before. His heart pounded a little quicker, his cock stirred.
Morgan released his hand and turned to leave. Julian watched him depart, his gaze on Morgan’s ass. He closed the fallboard over the keys and rested his elbows on it while rubbing his eyes.
He couldn’t craft a man to fit his type any more perfectly than Morgan was naturally; tall, rugged, athletic. Sadly, he hadn’t picked up the slightest bit of flirtatiousness from him. Kindness, yes. Professionalism, certainly. Julian sighed. Now how was he going to be able to focus on music when day in and day out he would have to look at that godlike ass? There was only one Keys to Love 19
answer. Sex. Lots of it. With any hot boy groupie who verified he was at least eighteen.
Julian pushed away from the piano and stood, no longer caring if anyone noticed his hard-on. He was more than ready to head home and share his evening with a few glasses of wine.
Chapter four
Julian dragged through arena’s backstage. He hadn’t seen anyone on stage and assumed they must be in one of the dressing rooms. He felt utterly exhausted. After making himself a spaghetti dinner the evening before, he retired to bed early, but not to sleep. With a bear and a twink going at it on the TV
hanging across from his bed, he had given himself a thorough work over using his hand and favorite dildo.
Yet even with the lovelies playing on the screen, one man occupied his mind. He didn’t know why. Well actually, he did.
Morgan was gorgeous. Even though he’d only spoken with him for barely ten minutes, throughout his self pleasuring session it was Morgan he envisioned. He thought of him last before he fell asleep and first when waking. It all brought him to the conclusion he’d reached a whole new level of pathetic in obsessing about a man he didn’t know, and though he told himself he wouldn’t have any more one-night-stands until they hit the road again, maybe he needed to pop into a club and grab some company for an evening.
Julian swung into the dressing room to the sight of Jesse, Evan, Kenny, and Brad sitting around talking. He hardly stepped through the doorway when Jesse and Evan’s dogs charged him, both bouncing and spinning in happy greeting. Achilles, a Collie/
German Shepherd mix Jesse found as a stray two years before, was the larger of the two with a long coat colored white, tan, and black. The four-month old black and tan German Shepherd, Iris, still had a great deal of
“He did, but it’s mine now. He passed away last year.”
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Julian’s expression filled with sympathy. “Oh, I’m so sorry.”
Morgan shook his head. “It’s alright. He passed away in the shop he loved, surrounded by instruments. It’s how he would’ve wanted to go, and it’s how I grew up. I was tuning pianos when I was still too small to even lift the lid on a grand.”
“That’s sweet. Then you play?”
“I pretend to.” Morgan held up his hands. “I took lessons for years, but these clunky fingers of mine just don’t have the agility.
There’s no instrument I love more, though.”
Kurt interceded again. “Which is why he’ll be perfect for handling your instruments, Mr. Forrester. That’s what I was thinking the whole time I’ve talked with him.”
Julian slowly brought his gaze to Kurt in a glare.
Kurt lifted both hands high as if Julian had a gun pointed at him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt, and I hate to break this up, but I really do need to finish showing Morgan around and introduce him to a few more people.”
“Fine.” Julian aimed a kinder gaze at Morgan. “I’m sure we’ll have plenty of opportunities to chat later. We’ll only be traveling to the same places and working together day after day for the next several months, after all.”
Morgan extended his hand to him again. “Absolutely. I look forward to it.”
As Julian took Morgan’s hand, he noticed his grip was gentler than before. His heart pounded a little quicker, his cock stirred.
Morgan released his hand and turned to leave. Julian watched him depart, his gaze on Morgan’s ass. He closed the fallboard over the keys and rested his elbows on it while rubbing his eyes.
He couldn’t craft a man to fit his type any more perfectly than Morgan was naturally; tall, rugged, athletic. Sadly, he hadn’t picked up the slightest bit of flirtatiousness from him. Kindness, yes. Professionalism, certainly. Julian sighed. Now how was he going to be able to focus on music when day in and day out he would have to look at that godlike ass? There was only one Keys to Love 19
answer. Sex. Lots of it. With any hot boy groupie who verified he was at least eighteen.
Julian pushed away from the piano and stood, no longer caring if anyone noticed his hard-on. He was more than ready to head home and share his evening with a few glasses of wine.
Chapter four
Julian dragged through arena’s backstage. He hadn’t seen anyone on stage and assumed they must be in one of the dressing rooms. He felt utterly exhausted. After making himself a spaghetti dinner the evening before, he retired to bed early, but not to sleep. With a bear and a twink going at it on the TV
hanging across from his bed, he had given himself a thorough work over using his hand and favorite dildo.
Yet even with the lovelies playing on the screen, one man occupied his mind. He didn’t know why. Well actually, he did.
Morgan was gorgeous. Even though he’d only spoken with him for barely ten minutes, throughout his self pleasuring session it was Morgan he envisioned. He thought of him last before he fell asleep and first when waking. It all brought him to the conclusion he’d reached a whole new level of pathetic in obsessing about a man he didn’t know, and though he told himself he wouldn’t have any more one-night-stands until they hit the road again, maybe he needed to pop into a club and grab some company for an evening.
Julian swung into the dressing room to the sight of Jesse, Evan, Kenny, and Brad sitting around talking. He hardly stepped through the doorway when Jesse and Evan’s dogs charged him, both bouncing and spinning in happy greeting. Achilles, a Collie/
German Shepherd mix Jesse found as a stray two years before, was the larger of the two with a long coat colored white, tan, and black. The four-month old black and tan German Shepherd, Iris, still had a great deal of
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