Rough Boys Ch. 05

This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All rights reserved.

All characters engaged in sexual acts in this story are at least eighteen years of age.

As always, thanks to my editor Lin who catches almost everything and complains when I don't make enough mistakes. Also thanks this time to nomoretears00 and Lovebird1929 for their valued opinions and also a big thank you to couple of readers who helped with the English and Irish dialogs—much appreciated.

I've heard from many of you that you want Ty and Abe to get back together soon. I'd love to see that too, however, Ty is not yet eighteen and there are other stories to tell as well, so I hope you'll indulge me for a few more chapters.

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They took the light-rail to the concert, reveling in the shocked looks they got from conservative folks and the admiring stares from those who were more open-minded. Ty, Kaeden and Dani were bursting with excitement by the time they arrived at the venue. Tommy was his usual exuberant self.

Instead of going in the front door, Tommy led the way around to an unmarked door off the alley in back of the large brick structure. He knocked on the door, which was opened presently by a very large, blond man who at first seemed grouchy.

As soon as he saw Tommy, his surliness dropped away and a huge grin split his face. "Tommy!" he cried, pulling the tall black into his arms.

Ty looked away uncomfortably while the blond and Tommy shared a passionate kiss. He couldn't help but notice out of the corner of his eye that the man's hands roamed over Tommy's bare midriff, caressing sensually.

The kiss seemed to last a long time. Ty and Dani shared a glance that said, Wow!

Kaeden finally interrupted, "Are you going to introduce us Tommy, or are you just going to entertain us with a hot sex show right here in the alley?"

Tommy pulled out of the kiss, but his eyes did not leave the big man's face. "Whew!" He sounded breathless.

"Hey, Sweet Thing! I'm glad you made it." The man's voice was low, with a hint of growl and a Swedish accent.

Just as Tommy was diving in for another kiss, Kaeden cleared his throat—loudly.

"Ah, Sven, these are the boys I told you about." Tommy finally took his eyes off the Swede to point at each of them as he gave their names.

The man nodded to Kaeden. "You're in," he said, stepping aside to let the slim Asian slip by him. He looked at Dani. "You're in." Dani also disappeared into the dark recesses beyond the door.

Lastly he turned to Ty, who had been looking down in embarrassment. Reaching out, he cupped Ty's chin in his hand and lifted his face so he could see it.

"Just gorgeous," he murmured.

Ty could feel blood warming his face as he blushed.

Tommy tightened his arms possessively around the big man's waist.

"Stay out of trouble," Sven warned, moving aside so Ty could slip past him. "Leave your backpack behind the table there."

"Up the stairs, girls," Tommy called. "I'll join you in a minute."

Girls? Dani's irritation at being called a girl was forgotten as soon as he reached the top of the stairs.

The large building had started life at the turn of the century as a warehouse, and much of the original character of the building had been retained. The flooring was made of wide, worn, pine planks. The ceiling soared to massive beams high overhead, and industrial lighting and pipes crisscrossed the great open space.

Kaeden immediately crossed to the balcony that made up one long wall of the room. Dani followed him and was astounded by the view of the club below. Running along the far wall was an extensive wooden bar. Dani assumed the floor space was normally crowded with tables and chairs, but they had been removed for the concert. A large stage dominated one end of the massive room.

People were milling around and queued up at the bar, with more arriving by the minute.

"Wow!" Ty said, appearing at Dani's side and surveying the scene with obvious excitement.

"Yes, wow!" Kaeden echoed. "We'll have a great view here and not have to deal with the crowd."

Ty and Dani were both transfixed by the scene below. Neither had ever been to a bar and it was interesting to observe the goings-on. Kaeden, only slightly more urbane, finally tore his gaze away from the lower level and looked around the balcony room. A bar was set up along one wall, but no one was manning it. There were old-fashioned high-backed chairs scattered about and a few antique armchairs and end tables. Very large black and white architectural sketches helped fill the soaring wall space.

There were only a few others in the room, all standing along the balcony as well. They occasionally stole surreptitious glances at the boys—mainly directed at Kaeden. He grinned back, bobbing his peacock spikes, and was rewarded with smiles.

A woman, in black pants and a white shirt with a nametag, entered the room at the top of the back stairs carrying boxes. She disappeared through a set of double-doors.

Kaeden noticed a broad set of stairs leading to yet another level. It also had a balcony that looked down on the room where they stood.

"Interesting place," he commented, pulling Dani and Ty's attention from the bar scene. In just the few minutes that he had been looking around the room, the crowd below seemed to have swelled. Just then several more people entered the room at the far end, and Kaeden realized there were more stairs there, leading down to the main bar.

"I wonder if we'll see Tommy again," Ty said. "He seemed pretty ... er ... wrapped up in the Swedish bouncer."

"Oh, I don't think he'd miss the concert. They'll be quick the first time. Later on, maybe he'll disappear for the duration." Kaeden laughed softly.

Ty felt his face coloring again and wondered if he would ever be able to hear sexual innuendo without blushing.

Ten minutes later Tommy appeared. "Where are your cocktails, girls?"

"In case you hadn't noticed, I'm a boy," Ty said.

Tommy's laughter was raucous, causing even more heads to turn. Already most of the people in the vicinity were watching the flamboyant femme. "So you are, Sweetie. So you are!"

"Haven't seen any sign of beverages," Kaeden said, indicating the empty bar.

"No food either," Ty added. His stomach was seriously growling.

"Let me see what I can do!" Tommy swished away and disappeared through the double-doors. He returned a few minutes later.

"Sorry Ty, the food is not going be ready until the concert is over, but I sweet-talked them into bringing us champagne and beer now."

"You can fill up on beer!" Dani said.

"I prefer champagne, I think," Ty replied. He had almost no drinking experience, but he had tried champagne, wine and beer. Beer had a sour, bitter taste. Champagne was much easier to drink—almost like soda with a bit of a bite.

"A man after my own tastes," Kaeden said.

"At least you're not calling me a girl!"

"Well, you're definitely more masculine than I am."

"Everyone I know is more masculine than you are, girls included!" Dani teased.

"Oh, you're so sweet!" Kaeden kissed Dani's cheek.

The lights suddenly dimmed. A hush fell over the crowd and all eyes went to the stage. A single blue spotlight appeared in the center of the stage. As the tension mounted, the audience started chanting, "Leath--er! Leath--er!"

Just when the crowd had reached a fever pitch, the band trotted onto the stage.

There were only three band members: a singer, who also played lead guitar, a bass guitarist, and a drummer. The singer was tall and thin with long platinum hair that flowed behind him, dancing against his shoulders, as he made his grand entrance. The blue spotlight found and followed him, casting a garish hue on his aristocratic features.

The bass guitarist was close on his heels. He was both tall and muscular—about Abe's size, but maybe not quite so buff, Ty observed with a wistful sigh. He was completely bald and when he briefly turned his back to the audience to adjust his equipment, Ty saw that he was inked with some sort of tattoo that started somewhere under his shirt and ran up his neck onto his skull.

Ty had never been to a concert before. He found that he was gripping the banister with both hands and hanging as far forward as he could, all of his attention focused on the action on stage.

Dani's eyes immediately went to the drummer. He had seen this band twice before, and both times he had found himself completely enamored with the tall, thin, longhaired drummer. The last time he had seen them he had been lucky enough to be near the stage and observe the musician's long thin fingers. He shuddered slightly in remembrance. Those fingers had fueled his sexual fantasies for weeks, wrapped around his hard cock. Stroking. Caressing. Pumping.

Fuck me! Get control of yourself! Dani mentally shook himself as he realized that blood was rushing to his cock. Calm down, for fuck's sake!

The drummer's name was Nigel, and he was English. That was all Dani knew about him other than that he played the drums better than almost anyone Dani had ever heard, and he moved like a dream. Every turn of his head, flick of his wrist, shift of his stance, was masculine and sensual.

"I love this band!" he whispered.

"Me too!" Ty replied.

"I thought you'd never heard them?"

"I haven't, but I've seen them now."

Dani chuckled. You're so gay!

The opening notes of their first song were loud, distinctive and memorable. The drum kicked in and Ty was swept up in the rhythm. When the lead singer belted out the single word, "Controversy!" he was blown away by the power and the sound. The song was fast paced with a strong beat, and when the chorus came, the singer's voice was melodic, almost hypnotizing.

Ty barely noticed when Tommy pressed a glass of champagne into his hand, but he drank hungrily, never taking his eyes off the stage.

Partway through the concert Kaeden remarked, "Wow! They're amazing! All of them are really talented. The lead singer is very good."

Dani sniffed. "He's got a good voice, but I can play the guitar almost as well as he can." He couldn't hide the scorn in his voice.

"I thought you said you played the piano, not the guitar."

"I play the piano well," Dani said. "I play the guitar poorly, which is why I didn't mention it."

"Oh." Kaeden paused. "You're saying his guitar playing sucks?"

"Well, not in so many words, but ... well, the other two are so much better than he is. I mean, he's got a strong voice. He can carry a tune well. That's his talent, I guess." Dani was uncomfortable criticizing, but the talent disparity was glaring. The bass guitarist could strum circles around the lead.

The concert lasted about two and a half hours. By the time it ended, Ty was tipsy and starving. Out of the corner of his eye he'd been watching the wait-staff bring trays of food into the other room for the past half-hour. He had noted that only staff members were being allowed into the room. The smells wafting off the trays almost had him fainting from hunger. He was ready to drop to his knees in front of the next person he saw with a tray of food and beg for a morsel.

Luckily, the staff was efficient. A short three minutes after the final round of clapping for the encore ended, the doors were flung open and the small crowd that had assembled on the mezzanine level was allowed entrance to the feast. They queued up eagerly.

They were about halfway through the line when Kaeden suddenly gushed, "Oh ... My ... God! I can't believe their sushi spread! I'm in heaven!"

Close behind him, Dani eyed the sushi suspiciously. "I've never tried sushi!"

"You've never had sushi? Honey, you have truly led a deprived existence!"

"And you've led a depraved existence!" Dani countered. The beer he'd had on an empty stomach had robbed him of his usual politeness. He lashed out to hide his embarrassment over his lack of sophistication.

Kaeden just smiled at his joke, understanding that Dani was not trying to be mean.

Ty already had his plate heaped with food. When he got to the sushi, he added several pieces. "Spider rolls are to die for!"

"If you've never had sushi, start with a California roll," Kaeden said, placing a small, neatly wrapped rice bundle onto Dani's plate alongside his chicken wings, tatter tots, and meatballs in sauce.

"I can't believe you're eating that stuff! It's so bad for you!" Kaeden exclaimed. His own plate held mostly green salad and fresh fruit. "Try the sushi. See what you think."

Dani popped the sushi into his mouth and gagged. The flavor was one of the most disgusting things he'd ever tasted. He swallowed as quickly as possible and guzzled what was left of his beer.

"Oh, my God! Eeech!"

Kaeden was trying hard not to laugh and not succeeding very well. "Oh, Honey, I'm sorry. I guess it's an acquired taste."

"It's probably the seaweed," Ty said. "I didn't like it at first either."

They found a table and were too busy eating to talk for a little while.

Dani finished before Ty and Kaeden. While he was waiting for them to finish, several more staff arrived carrying trays laden with seafood. They started unloading it at a separate table that had been set up with ice.

"Oh! Look at that!" Ty cried. "They have crab and shrimp!"

"And oysters!" Kaeden squealed.

"Blech!" Dani said.

"You don't like seafood?" Ty asked, incredulous.

"Shrimp's okay."

"Honey, you don't know what you're missing!" Kaeden pranced happily over to the seafood bar.

"I'm getting full, but I can't pass this up," Ty said standing up.

"I'm done for now. I'll be in the other room," Dani got up as well.

"See you soon." Ty grinned at him as he headed over to fill up a new plate.

When Dani entered the other room, there was a small commotion happening. The drummer and the bass guitarist had apparently just arrived.

Dani's eyes immediately went to the drummer and widened.

Oh my God! He's even more gorgeous close up. He wasn't model-handsome. His face was a bit too long and thin, his nose perhaps a touch large. But he had a sexy look—a hint of stubble on his chin and a wide, sensuous mouth. Dani could not pull his gaze away from the drummer's eyes. He had known they were large and intelligent. He had not realized they were tawny. He had never seen brown eyes so light without green in them.

His attention was so focused on the drummer, he didn't know he was backing up until he bumped into the wall. Gratefully he leaned against it, his knees weak.

Nigel Vaughn felt good. Damn good! The concert had been well received in spite of their sad lead singer. He suppressed his frustration with that situation and focused on the positive. The crowd had roared! It had made him so high! He loved performing to an appreciative audience. They could have had two or maybe even three encores if Taylor hadn't had his knickers in a twist. What a prick!

He shrugged off his hostile thoughts. It was a damn good performance. Time for a drink!

There was a small queue at the bar, but it melted before them as he and Sean approached.

"The usual?" Sean asked him. The bass guitarist's deep tenor voice was complemented by a thick Irish accent.

"Go on, then." Nigel's gaze roamed the room as Sean stepped up and spoke with the bartender.

He spotted the young blond right away. He was leaning against the wall, staring back at him with intense, dark-blue eyes.

Nigel caught his breath.

The young man's exquisite eyes were boldly outlined with eyeliner. Striking. Unusual. His blond bangs fell across his face in a haphazard fashion. Very sexy.

The whole package was ideal! He was small, but not tiny—perfectly proportioned and nicely muscled. Nigel's gaze lingered on his biceps before shifting to his abs. The T-shirt was tight enough to show them off, but he immediately wanted to see the young man without a shirt so he could fully appreciate his bounty. Nigel had forgotten to breathe but hadn't realized it yet.

His gaze shifted lower and his cock twitched in excitement. The blond was sporting a hard-on that could not be hidden by his too-tight jeans. He looked uncomfortably hard.

Nigel finally drew in a huge breath, still not registering that he hadn't taken one in several long moments.

When his gaze returned to the youth's face, their eyes met. As the blond's eyes widened, electricity seemed to arc between them. Nigel felt a jolt as surely as if he'd just been shocked.

Fuck! I have to have him!

The blond lowered his gaze shyly and color crept into his cheeks.

Christ! He's adorable!

He turned to the bartender. "Hey Jason! Do you know anything about that young skate-boarder boy over by the wall?"

"Hey Nigel! Great concert!" The bartender peered at boy in question. "He came with Tommy. He must be one of Sally's boys."

A rent boy? Bloody hell! "He looks too young," Nigel protested, looking again at the young man. He caught him staring at him again, but the youth shifted his gaze to the floor as soon as Nigel met his eye. "Looks shy too."

"I'm just sayin'! He came with Tommy," the bartender insisted.

This information disturbed Nigel on a cerebral level, but his cock immediately began to swell to full hardness. I want him in my bed tonight!

"Hang onto my drink for a minute—be a darling?" he asked Sean.

Sean observed his friend and band-mate. His eyelids were lowered, his pupils dilated. His breathing seemed uneven. His entire attention was focused intently on the young man in question. Sean gave the youth a cursory look-over. He was hot. Sexy. Vulnerable, but masculine. Definitely Nigel's type.

"Yeah, no problem, mate." Sean answered. It would give him more time at the bar. He slammed his Jameson and signaled the bartender for another. Oh, that's going down a treat!

Dani could not take his eyes off the sexy drummer until Nigel started watching him back. Then he had to look at the floor. He could not believe the handsome Englishman was looking at him, but every time he surreptitiously checked he found himself under intense scrutiny.

Oh my God! Why is he looking at me? Dani's breath came in quick gasps. He was almost hyperventilating. His cock was granite.

He risked another quick glance up and found the drummer coming toward him with a sensual, loping stride. His movements were almost cat-like—predatory. The shoulder-length rich brown waves that framed his face, and his tawny-colored irises, gave him a distinctly leonine demeanor.

His eyes locked onto Dani's and this time the youth could not look away. He felt like a deer caught in the headlights. He was paralyzed. A willing prey.

"Hello love," Nigel said. His voice was low and sultry. His accent sent goose bumps rippling over Dani's flesh.

"Fuck me!"

By now Nigel was directly in front of him. He slid a hand around Dani's waist, caressing his lower back underneath his shirt. Dani's heart pounded in his chest and his skin where Nigel touched him felt like it was burning.

Nigel leaned over and whispered in his ear, his hot breath caressing Dani's neck. "Well, normally I prefer someplace more private, but if you must have me now...."

Oh shit! Did I say that out loud?

While he was talking one of the drummer's hands found Dani's fly and expertly unfastened it. Dani's erection, once unfettered, sprang out over the top of his tiny briefs.

Fuck! What the hell?

A small squeal came out of Dani's mouth as he twisted around to face the wall, trying to get his cock out of view.

"Oh, Darlin', you are sooo sexy!" Nigel purred into the young blond's ear as one of his hands roamed across impossibly tight abs. His other hand sought the hard cock he'd briefly glimpsed and his hips came forward to grind against the boy's beautiful ass.