Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch Me
It’s a well known fact that I have absolutely no shame.
So it should come as no surprise at all that I couldn’t help staring at Seamus’ ass as I followed him toward the elevator. I tried to stop myself, I really did, but sometimes my libido has a mind of its own. And right then, the only thing on that mind was Seamus – and his ass in those ripped jeans he always wore.
If he noticed, he didn’t say a word. The elevator ride to his room was quiet and a little bit uncomfortable. I couldn’t help wondering what it was he really wanted from me. He made it sound friendly, but he knew what kind of guy I was. Did he really think he could invite me to his hotel room and not inspire at least a few impure thoughts in my mind?
He was flirting, though. There was no doubting that, especially when he brushed against my chest as he leaned over me to press the button for our floor. And I thought I was a touchy feely person. Seamus was far worse.
That’s exactly why I couldn’t help letting my hands linger on his when I took the pizzas from him so that he could dig his key card out of his pocket. After all, two could play that game. And, apparently, his next move was to wiggle his ass – you know, because that makes it easier to pull those stubborn key cards free.
“There we are,” he said with a grin, waving the card in my face before sliding it through the lock. He made a show of holding the door open for me, grinning wider when our bodies brushed in the doorway. “Now, I’ve got a few beers in the mini fridge, if you’d like one. Or I can grab some sodas from the vending machine. Your call.”
“Beer is good,” I said with a shrug, setting the pizzas down on the bed that didn’t look slept in.
Once again, I found myself staring at his ass as he bent down to retrieve two beers from the fridge. There was no way he wasn’t doing that on purpose – not that I minded, of course. This time I was at least prepared enough to avert my eyes before he turned around and caught me.
I was still sitting awkwardly on the edge of the bed when he approached, a beer in each hand. I could see him debating where to go, especially since me and the pizza were occupying the largest part of the extra bed. In the end, he walked right by me and laid back, resting against the headboard as though he was perfectly unaware of me at the foot of the bed. What could I do then but slide back and lean against the headboard next to him?
He gave me a grin and passed my beer to me, then reached for the pizza boxes. “Meat lovers? Should have figured.”
I rolled my eyes while he wasn’t looking. He was really pushing it a little too far with all of the teasing, but he was gorgeous enough for me to let him get away with it. For now. I grabbed a slice of pizza and make a big show out of how much I enjoyed the first, rather sizable, bite. Seamus only shook his head and opened his own box of sad, meatless pizza.
With a slice of pizza in one hand and his beer tucked between his legs, Seamus grabbed the remote and began flipping through the channels. The selection at this particular hotel was pretty sad, but I wasn’t even sure if I was really there to watch a movie or watch a movie.
He flipped through the channels for ages, making subtle little noises – slight laughs, snorts of disapproval – at each new show or movie. I barely had time to even register what was on the screen before he’d flitted off to something new. Finally, with a little sigh, he settled on a movie.
The screen was black except for a pair of blood red lips. I couldn’t help rolling my eyes a little, but I didn’t say a word. I didn’t even speak when he started to sing. I did, however, stare.
“Science Fiction – Double Feature, Dr. X will build a creature…” He trailed off when he noticed my stare. “Oh, don’t tell me you’ve never seen this.”
“Oh, I’ve seen it. I’ve definitely seen it,” I replied, grabbing another slice of pizza to shut myself up.
What I didn’t feel like telling Seamus was that I had first watched Rocky Horror with Alex. I was just eighteen at the time, and fairly innocent still, despite all the trouble I had gotten into during our tour the year before that. During our summer spent in Los Angeles recording, Alex and I were together almost every night, just talking and sometimes drinking or smoking. Rocky Horror was just the beginning of all the things Alex introduced me to that summer.
For a few years, I watched Rocky Horror every so often to relive that summer. It brought back all the good memories and none of the bad; as long as the movie was on, I could forget that I’d had to say goodbye to Alex. It gave me hope. And for a few years, we were able to occasionally relive it all together, whenever our paths crossed. Eventually our paths crossed less and less, then never at all. Since then, Rocky Horror only brought back the bad memories.
Seamus didn’t know any of that, of course.
I offered to grab the second round of beers, just to give myself any kind of distraction at all. Naturally, that didn’t last long, and I was soon forced to resume watching the movie. Seamus seemed to be off in his own world, gleefully singing and chanting at the screen as he devoured his pizza and beer.
Can I just state, for the record, that under normal circumstances, an entire large pizza and three beers is not what I would consider a balanced dinner?
But what else can a guy really do when there’s a gorgeous Irishman singing Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch Me on the bed next to you? Besides, of course, touch him. Which I was trying really, really hard not to do.
“I wanna feel –” he crooned in my ear, then paused and stared at me. “You’re not enjoying this, are you? I’d have thought this was right to your taste.”
“Do I really seem that flaming?”
He smirked. “You’re asking the guy you tried to seduce while wearing white jeans and a scarf if you seem flaming.”
“Fair enough,” I said. “It’s not that I don’t like the movie.”
It’s that I hate it.
“It’s my company, then,” Seamus offered. “I’m sorry I insisted on us hanging out.”
I shook my head a bit too earnestly. “No. It’s not you. That’s such a line, but it isn’t. This movie just reminds me of someone I’d like to forget.”
“You mean you don’t forget them all by the morning?” He asked, nudging me playfully.
“I didn’t forget you.” The words came flying out of my mouth all on their own, completely unplanned. I had wanted to refute his suggestion that I was a whore, although god knows I’d never minded being called one before. Somehow, I’d not only done that but also implied that Seamus meant something to me.
His smile wavered for a moment, but the change was almost quick enough to miss. “You also didn’t get me in bed. Until now.”
I was really getting tired of all his double entendres. I couldn’t even tell if that wass one of them though; there’s a very good chance it was just a single entendre. Either way, I had no idea what to make of it. Normally, I’d answer him with some equally dirty, but I’m not sure that’s the friendly thing to do.
But I never claimed to be good at the friendship thing.
“That’s true,” I replied, inching my way closer to him, my leg rubbing against his. “But now that I do have you in bed, I suppose the question is… what am I going to do with you?”
Seamus tilted his head to the side, seemingly in thought. “You know, technically, I’ve got you in bed. So I don’t think that’s the question at all.”
“In that case, what are you going to do with me?”
As we passed this mindless banter back and forth, we each edged closer and closer together. By the time I asked the last question, I had all but climbed into his lap. I watched the way Seamus’ chest rose and fell, his face close enough that each exhale tickled my skin. His breathing got harder and harder, and I could feel mine do the same.
He chuckled softly and the feeling of it, his breath warm against my face, made me tremble. “Give you some better memories to associate with this movie, I suppose.”
I couldn’t argue with that.
Even though our faces were barely inches away, it still seemed to take him ages to finally close the distance between us and press his lips to mine. He wasn’t gentle or forceful; just very firm and determined. It suited him, I thought, and it turned me on. I scrambled into his lap, shamelessly straddling him and sinking my teeth into his bottom lip.
“Easy, tiger,” he said, chuckling against my lips. “We’ve got all tour.”
I pulled back and stared into his eyes, pleading silently with my own. I was not a patient person, and just the little taste I had gotten of Seamus was nowhere near enough; I wanted him every night for the rest of the tour. His eyes darted from mine to my lips, and I could practically see his internal struggle between what he said he wanted and what he really wanted. That hesitation gave me an opening, and I would have been a fool not to take it. I leaned forward again, latching onto his bottom lip and sucking on it.
“Taylor…” he mumbled. It wasn’t a complete thought, I could tell, but whatever else was on his mind seemed to get caught somewhere between there and his mouth.
I paid him no mind, though. My tongue made its way into his mouth again, determined to keep him from protesting any more. Seamus could claim he wanted to slow down, but I could still feel his dick pressing up against me – he wanted it just as much as I did.
Suddenly, he seemed to give up the internal struggle, and in a matter of seconds the balance of power had shifted. He flipped me over onto my back as easily as if I were a ragdoll. I might seem to play the submissive role in bed, but I don’t actually like giving up control. Still, I couldn’t argue with the way he was grinding against me and raking my shirt up over my head.
My hands grasped pathetically at his shirt, my fists clutching at the material and hoping he got the hint. He did, sitting up just enough to pull the thin white tee over his shoulders. I didn’t like being apart for even that amount of time, so I grabbed his hips roughly, pulling him back down on top of me. Seamus chuckled again, but didn’t object. He pressed his lips to mine again and I couldn’t stop myself from sighing against him.
It’s not exactly a secret that I love sex. I don’t care whether it’s with a guy or a girl – also not a secret. I don’t think there’s even one particular type that I prefer; I’m open to any hair color, body type, or anything. But there’s something about a guy, especially one as gorgeous as Seamus, that absolutely makes my head spin. We were barely even doing anything bad, just our naked chests pressed together, and I was already having trouble remembering to breathe.
And when his hand somehow managed to slide past the waistband of pants and wrap around my cock? Well, then I was just torn between hyperventilating and being seriously impressed. They weren’t my tightest jeans, but they were still snug enough that I didn’t know how the hell Seamus found the room to jerk me off the way he was. I scrambled for the button and zipper, desperate for more of Seamus’ touch.
That earned me yet another chuckle, but he didn’t object. He also didn’t object when I rolled our bodies over and made quick work of removing his pants and underwear. I rarely bothered with underwear – especially in those tight pants – so in just a matter of seconds we were both naked. It felt wonderful.
His simple wardrobe hid just how muscular he was, and seeing it now made my mouth water. I wrapped my legs tightly around one of his strong thighs, and ground myself against him. He returned the motion in kind, his impressively thick cock pressing against my thigh.
I don’t know if it was the pent up sexual tension the two of us shared or what, but I’m ashamed to say that we didn’t make it much farther than that. When he tugged on my hair and sunk his teeth into my neck, I was done for. I ground against him even harder, too in love with the heat spreading through my body to care about making it last.
Seamus’ breath hitched and his fingernails grazed my scalp, and I knew he was just as I close I was. His flesh was searing hot against mine and the moan he gave when he came was just what I needed to push me over the edge. He pulled me in for one more kiss, nipping at my tongue as I rode out my orgasm against his thigh.
When my body stopped shaking and I stopped seeing stars, I peeled myself off of him and trudged to the bathroom. I grabbed a towel from the sink and cleaned myself up. Setting the towel back down, I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. For some reason, I didn’t like what I saw. I didn’t look any different than usual, but something still felt different. I couldn’t explain it.
If I could have stayed in the bathroom all night, I would have. But that was irrational, so I sucked it up and walked back out into the hotel room. Seamus had already cleaned himself up, it seemed, and he lay on the bed in his boxers, staring up at the ceiling.
With little more than a nod in his direction, I grabbed my jeans from the floor and began to pull them back on. My legs still shook and I hoped he didn’t notice.
“Taylor.”
I raised my head slowly. Seamus met my eyes and it only made my legs shake more and threaten to completely give out. “Yeah?”
“Stay the night.”