Available April 21, 2019
The Weiss Strande Hotel is in trouble. Business just isn’t what it used to be when Tyler’s father ran the family-owned hotel. On top of business being down, Dad’s now sick with cancer so bills have skyrocketed. Desperate to save his family livelihood, Tyler sinks his hopes and money into a new venture: a nightclub at the hotel. It’s imperative that the White Room is a success, or else the hotel will go under. Lady Luck seems to be with them, however, because they manage to sign the mega-popular rock group Heaven Sent to play the grand opening.
Already a huge fan of the group, Tyler couldn’t be more excited to welcome them to his hotel. He’s not at all prepared for the bomb of lust that hits him when he’s finally face-to-face with the painfully gorgeous lead singer, Johnnie Heaven. No, it couldn’t be lust. Yes, Johnnie’s probably the most beautiful person he’s ever seen, but Tyler is straight! It must be a misguided form of hero worship that he’s feeling.
Tyler finds out that he and Johnnie share an obsession: video games. When Johnnie invites Tyler to his room to play, Tyler jumps at the chance. Who wouldn’t snap up the opportunity to spend time with their idol?
He and Johnnie have a great time with the games, but Tyler soon discovers that Johnnie’s got more in mind. The rock star’s aims to introduce Tyler to a whole new level of game play.
Cover by PL Nunn of Bishonenworks
©2019 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved
Tyler tried to put Johnnie’s whereabouts from his mind, but he couldn’t quite manage it. He knew when Johnnie left the bar and trailed along into the dark part of the room behind the couch. Tyler panicked, wondering what he was doing, but he didn’t dare look. A click, then sounds from the bedroom, told him that Johnnie had left the room. Tyler bit his lip and fought a groan, not wanting to think of Johnnie anywhere near a bed. The sound of running water told him that the man was in the bathroom, but then his mind filled with what Johnnie looked like wet. He was like that in one of the band’s videos, and Tyler had always suppressed the fact that he found that video particularly stimulating.
Yeah, he had to get out of here!
He was about to give up and flee when Johnnie startled him by appearing at his other side. The rockstar calmly lifted the leg nearest Tyler and positioned himself so that he was straddling the arm of the couch. “No, over there,” he pointed at the screen. Tyler managed to breathe. Okay. They could forget the earlier conversation. They could go back to something safe, like the world of Spira.
Johnnie watched and Tyler played. The only comments made were questions or words of praise from Johnnie interspersed with answers and curses from Tyler. By the time he’d again lost a battle, he was somewhat calm again, keyed up in the familiar way of a game rather than the dangerous way of Johnnie’s presence. Johnnie’s very near presence.
“Want to take another try at it?” he offered, twisting to look up at Johnnie as he offered the game controller.
Johnnie smiled down at him, and just that fast Tyler was again a deer caught in headlights. Johnnie took the controller from him and tossed it to the carpet. “I want to try a new game.” He leaned in toward Tyler, reaching for him.
Tyler gasped, eyes wide as he scrambled hastily back on the couch. Johnnie swung around and descended on him. Tyler fell, his back against the plush upholstery, his hands instinctively splaying across the hot skin of Johnnie’s chest as it hovered over him. Hair that was every color of brown imaginable hissed forward and curtained either side of them, creating a darkened haven as Johnnie came to rest straddling Tyler’s thighs.
“What the hell?” Tyler found it hard to breathe as Johnnie sat firmly, pressing his hot crotch against what was now a full-fledged erection in Tyler’s pants.
Johnnie braced on bare, muscular arms above Tyler. “My new game requires two people.”
Tyler pushed against Johnnie’s chest, halting the other man’s sudden swoop toward him halfway. “Whoa, wait!”
“I’m not gay.”
Tyler blinked, too many thoughts warring with raging fire coursing his veins. Skin, so soft. Muscle, so hard. That couldn’t turn him on but it did. He didn’t even know himself. And… “What?”
“You don’t have to be gay.”
Tyler latched on to the only rational thought in his head. “I-I don’t?”
“You’re…” He glanced down to where the gray cotton of Johnnie’s pants met the dark blue of Tyler’s slacks. Neither pair of pants was thick enough to disguise either erection. Bad place to look! His eyes darted back to Johnnie’s face. “What?”
Johnnie hummed through a dark smile, pressing his weight against Tyler’s hands. Tyler, without good leverage, watched in horror — anticipation? — as those beautiful lips approached his. “I’ve enjoyed far too many women to be gay. I’m very bisexual.”
A small, ridiculously rational part of his brain agreed that would be the proper term. The rest of his brain fizzled because Johnnie’s heat was intoxicating. “But… but …?”
He barely finished the words before Johnnie ceased his ability to talk by sealing their lips together. Tyler’s mouth was already open to the tongue slowly easing inside. Johnnie tasted of Jack Daniels and something else that Tyler found strangely delicious. So much so that his own tongue twined with Johnnie’s just to savor the taste. The kiss deepened, Johnnie slanting his head with a very low growl. This was entirely unlike kissing a woman. No woman in Tyler’s limited experience had ever been this all encompassing. He tried to push Johnnie away with little effect. Or was he really pushing? The fingers he had curled around Johnnie’s shoulders might just have been hanging on for dear life as the world tipped on its axis.
Johnnie dropped the rest of his weight atop Tyler. One arm slid up under Tyler’s back to tangle in his hair, to tilt his head for a better angle and a firmer kiss. Tyler was completely unable to think with those lips locked on his.
He was hardly aware of anything until he figured out that Johnnie had stopped kissing him. He remained intimately close, their lips almost touching. Johnnie’s breath was a soft caress on his wet lips. Tyler’s heart galloped and when had his eyes closed? As he opened them, Johnnie raised his head until his warm smirk was inches above his nose.
“That was nice,” the vision purred, leaning back in.
Wait, no. Tyler twisted his head to the side and tried to push Johnnie away again. Geez, he was heavy! “I’m not gay.” His voice was so weak. Even if Johnnie did let him up, he wasn’t sure he could move.
“You already said that.” The words warmly caressed the spot just below Tyler’s ear, making him shiver.
“Then stop …”
Chuckle. “Stop what?”
The hand in his hair gently massaged the back of his neck. “Mmmm. I think I’m going to do a lot more than kiss you.”
“I’m not gay.”
“You’re sounding like a broken record. Fucking me wouldn’t mean you’re gay.”
Fucking? Oh no! Oh yes! Again he was picturing Johnnie with a cock in his mouth. He could almost feel the suction.
“You like sleeping with women, right?”
A hot tongue rimmed his ear before it guided his earlobe between soft lips. “Then you’re not gay.”
Tyler gasped when teeth bit down on his earlobe. “But …”
“Fucking a guy doesn’t mean you’re gay,” Johnnie repeated, releasing Tyler’s earlobe with a wet pop. “It means you’re open to more than one type of pleasure.”
“Why not?” Weight pressed on his erection, pushing out a groan that Tyler couldn’t suppress. “Doesn’t it feel good?”
Tyler opened his mouth to reply, but Johnnie’s lips were back for another mesmerizing kiss. Tyler whimpered into those lips, trying in vain to reassemble his thoughts through the pulsing, burning pressure that was pooling deep in his gut. And lower. The buzz in his blood made him crazy and that scent of cloves and cream a heady tonic. His entire body went pliant except for one specific organ that was steel hard and throbbing.
Johnnie lifted his head. “Doesn’t it?”
Confused, Tyler looked up at him. He’d lost track of the conversation. “Doesn’t …?”
Johnnie chuckled, pushing up to balance on the elbow of the arm that still held Tyler’s hair. “Mmm, I’m better than I thought.” His free hand started unbuttoning Tyler’s shirt.