Release Date: Apr 7, 2009
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Publisher Link: http://samhainpublishing.com/coming/adder
Blurb: Music. Sex. Fame. What’s missing? Surely not the “L” word… Adder has a plan for his life: play his music for millions of adoring fans, who will reward him with money, fame and as much sex as he can handle. It’s a goal he’s been working toward since his teens and is on the cusp of achieving. The idea of a relationship never entered his mind—until a new drummer joins his band. One taste of Kalil, and all he wants is more. For Kalil, playing drums for Adder is a dream come true, the creative connection he’s always wanted. What he never reckoned on is the deeper connection he finds with Adder. Kalil would rather avoid sexual involvement with a bandmate, but Adder seems just as determined to break through his resistance. Attraction aside, music and sex are about the only things the hedonistic Adder and the increasingly jealous Kalil can agree on. Still, before they know it they’re on the brink of something deeper, something lasting. And it scares the hell out of both of them.
Kalil woke to a dry, furry tongue and a fierce pain trying to jackhammer his skull apart. He groped along the side of his head with one hand. His brain did not appear to be leaking out his ears, which must mean he had the worst hangover in the history of the universe.
Leaving his hand over his face to block out the light bleeding red through his closed eyelids, he lay as still as humanly possible and tried to piece together just what the hell he´d done the night before. He and the band had put on a totally historic show at The Tabernacle, after which Adder had taken everyone out for celebratory drinks at a dim, grungy, very loud hole-in-the-wall bar somewhere in the depths of Midtown.
The last thing Kalil recalled with any clarity was knocking back several shots of tequila. Everything after that only came back to him in flashes.
Laughter. Music. The press of bodies all around, moving like it was the end of the world and they only had a few hours to dance a lifetime´s worth. A lean frame pressing against his chest. Long arms around him, fingers drawing patterns on the small of his back. Smells of liquor and sweat. Hazel eyes dark and heavy with lust. Soft lips, softer tongue. A hand between his legs. A proposition, an acceptance. Adder´s smile shining bright as the sun as they left the bar together.
Kalil thought about it. Yes, they´d left together. No Harpo. No Vi. Just Kalil and Adder, stumbling down the street with their arms around each other.
Oh shit. What the fuck did I do?
Kalil cracked one eye open and peered between his fingers, wincing as the sunlight pouring through the open curtains tried to slice his head open. He saw a scarred and battered wooden table, a white clock-radio and an open closet with an overflowing laundry basket inside before the pain forced his eyes shut again.
At least he was in his own apartment. Maybe the part about leaving with Adder-not to mention the fuzzy mental images of earth-shaking, mind-melting sex-was just his overactive imagination. He´d indulged in enough Adder-centered fantasies lately that the idea of him dreaming the whole thing wasn´t too farfetched.
Behind him, something hummed. The mattress moved. An arm slipped around his middle and a warm, naked body molded itself to his back. "Good morning, beautiful," Adder´s sleep-rough voice murmured in his ear. "Or afternoon, rather. Mmmm, I slept like a baby in your bed."
Fuck. I didn´t dream it. Kalil groaned. He couldn´t decide if the gymnastics going on in his stomach were brought on by too much alcohol or Adder´s dick nestled in the crease of his ass. "Please tell me we didn´t do what I think we did."
"Sorry, darling, but we did. Repeatedly." Adder´s hand wandered down Kalil´s belly. He wound a curl of Kalil´s pubic hair around one finger and gave a gentle tug. "You were magnificent."
"Mmm, that´s what you kept screaming last night when I was fucking you."
Mortified, Kalil pressed the heel of his hand to his splitting forehead. "Jesus fucking Christ, I can´t believe I had sex with you."
"I can´t believe you don´t remember it. Ah, the dangers of too much alcohol." Adder nuzzled Kalil´s neck. "But then again, if you hadn´t had so much to drink, I doubt you would´ve been quite so...uninhibited." The clever, evil fingers slid out of Kalil´s pubes to worm between his thighs. "Let´s do it again. You can fuck me this time."
Kalil about jumped out of his skin when Adder´s thumb stroked the head of his cock. Ignoring Adder´s grasping hands, Kalil shoved himself out of Adder´s embrace and into a sitting position. He stumbled out of bed, slipped on a used condom, banged his knee on the bedside table and finally fetched up against the wall. Agony exploded through his skull, which in this case was a good thing because it nearly drowned out all the other aches and pains which flared to life with his sudden movement. He knew why his ass was so sore-oh my God, Adder fucked me; shit, shit, shit-but he had no idea why the rest of him throbbed like he´d just finished the Ironman, and wasn´t sure he wanted to know.
"I think you should go home now." Kalil leaned against the wall, one arm around his protesting belly and the other holding his head on. "Fucking hell. Remind me to never, ever drink again."
Shaking his head, Adder slid out of bed with far more grace than Kalil had. He stalked forward like a panther. "My dear Special K. You are not going to stand there and tell me this was a mistake, are you? That you didn´t enjoy having my cock inside you?" Adder pressed both hands onto the wall on either side of Kalil´s head. "Because I know you did." A sly grin curved Adder´s red and swollen mouth. "You were quite vocal about that."
Kalil scowled. His jaw ached almost as much as his rear end, and his throat felt raw, which probably meant Adder was right. Kalil had always been a screamer. The few hazy memories he was able to stir up from the depths of last night´s inebriation told him he had indeed enjoyed himself. A lot.
With a pathetic little whimper, Kalil slid down the wall to sit on the floor. He rested his forehead on his drawn-up knees. "Look, obviously we were both pretty drunk last night-"
Kalil lifted his head long enough to glare, then put it down again when Adder just winked at him. "Well, I was. Very drunk. My judgment was crap. Yes, I´m physically attracted to you. But I did not want to sleep with you."
"Yes, you did."
I will not kill him. Maybe another day. Not right now. "Sexual attraction and willingness to have sex are not the same thing." Inspiration struck, and Kalil went with it before he could overanalyze it. "I only had sex with you because I was drunk. Is that really what you want? Someone you can only fuck if they´re too shitfaced to know what they´re doing? Can´t you do better than that?"
Silence. Kalil lifted his head and stole a cautious look at Adder´s face. His expression was thoughtful. Kalil held still and waited, doing his best not to stare slack-jawed at Adder´s nude body. It was a very nice body, tall and slim with smooth, streamlined muscles. He´d seen Adder nearly naked on stage, of course. The man was a shameless exhibitionist and loved to strip to his underwear during their performances, but this was the first time Kalil had seen him without at least his skimpy green Lycra shorts. Not counting last night, which Kalil didn´t completely remember anyway.
He couldn´t help noticing Adder´s groin was shaved bare. The snake tattoo wound all the way up his thigh to the base of his cock. The snake´s fangs formed inked dents at the juncture of groin and shaft, and the forked tongue corkscrewed the length of the shaft to tickle the head.
Kalil bit back the urge to lick it. He had a sinking feeling he´d already done that.
"You´re right," Adder declared, shocking Kalil out of his perusal of Adder´s privates. "I can do better."
"Oh. Uhhh..." Kalil blinked up at Adder. "Yeah. Good."
Adder laughed. "Oh, my lovely Kalil. If you could only see the way you´re looking at me right now." He cupped his balls in one hand, wrapped the other around his prick and wiggled his hips. "Are you sure you wouldn´t like just one more taste of my cock?"
Kalil swallowed. "Yes. I mean, yes, I´m sure," he clarified when Adder´s smile turned lecherous. "Would you please just leave now? Please."
To his surprise, Adder nodded. "All right."
Not quite believing his good luck-it is good luck, of course it is-Kalil studied Adder while he plucked his clothes from the pile on the floor. "So. We´re okay, right? I mean, as far as the band."
Adder pinned him with an indecipherable look. Kalil ran a nervous hand through his hair. God, if sleeping with Adder got him kicked out of the best band he´d ever been in, he´d didn´t know what he´d do.
"We´re fine," Adder said, finally, his voice soft. He shrugged into his vivid yellow cardigan. "I´ve told you over and over again that us having sex wouldn´t have any effect on the band. You´ll see that I´m right."
"Yeah. Well. Good." Kalil watched with some disappointment as Adder´s tattoo disappeared under a pair of red sequined pants.
Grinning as if he knew exactly what Kalil was thinking, Adder slipped on his sneakers, slinked over to Kalil, grabbed his hands and pulled him to his feet. "Sleep until you feel better, darling. I´ll see you tomorrow at practice."
"Uh-huh." Kalil told himself he was only leaning against Adder´s chest because he was so dizzy he´d probably fall over if he didn´t. "Four o´clock, right?"
"Right." Before Kalil quite knew what was happening, Adder lifted his chin and kissed him.
Kalil knew he shouldn´t allow it to happen. He should push Adder away and tell him off. But he didn´t. He opened his mouth and let Adder´s tongue find his, in spite of mutual morning-after-a-drinking-binge breath. He liked to think he gave Adder his way because it would get rid of him faster, rather than because it felt so damn good.
"Goodbye, my sweet Kalil," Adder whispered, stroking Kalil´s cheek. "Next time we make love, it´ll be when we´re both sober. I´m looking forward to that."
Too stunned to answer, Kalil gaped as Adder released him, turned and walked out the door without a backward glance. He´d thought that Adder would at least stop coming on to him now that he´d gotten what he´d been chasing all this time. Evidently not. It seemed that Kalil would have to keep fighting him off, only it would be harder than ever now that he knew-kind of-what he´d been missing.
Groaning, Kalil let his head fall forward into his hands. What the fuck was he going to do now?