Being Happy

Declan could smell the cigarette before he even opened his hotel room door. A smile stretched across his face as he opened the door. Jude sat on the unmade bed with his work clothes still on and his long blond hair spilling across a blue dress with thin, frilled straps. The sight sent a throb through Declan. Jude took a drag from his cigarette and said, “What took you so fucking long?”

“Your fans are very aggressive,” Declan replied, putting the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door handle. He shut the door. While he approached Jude, he continued, “Not that I blame them for wanting a piece of you.”

Jude smiled and grabbed Declan by the hips, pulling his body guard closer to him with the cigarette precariously balanced between two fingers. “Well, you’re the only one who fucking gets me. The real me, I mean.”

He turned Declan around to hug him, placing his face firmly against his ass. Jude breathed in, and Declan peeled off his sweaty work t-shirt, with “SECURITY” printed in white, bold font along the back and left on the green tank top he wore underneath. Jude purred while he continued to hug Declan’s rear, and Declan ran his green eyes throughout the hotel room as he tossed his shirt onto the floor.

“I expected you to have showered and changed by now,” Declan said. “I thought you were getting tired of cross-dressing for your singing act.”

“I didn’t want to shower in case you came in – I didn’t want either of us to wait. And Fionna wants me to keep it up,” Jude said into Declan’s bum. “I guess my fans like a desexualized cross-dressing gay man as opposed to a big libidoed, foul-mouthed, slob who just happens to be gay too. But she’s the Manager so I guess I should fucking listen to her. What do you think?”

Smoothing out his red hair, Declan observed the expensive art on the wall. He mentally compared them to the cheap, mass produced pieces he always saw before he met Jude and appreciated the little touches this hotel room made. The rich, gold walls and stark, white wainscoting of the room suggested that the musical star was on the rise rather than on the decline. Declan liked the room.

“I think you should do what makes you happy,” Declan said.

Jude smiled and said, “That’s a bullshit answer and you know it.”

Turning around in Jude’s grasp with a grin, Declan leaned down to kiss him. Declan felt the warm metal of Jude’s lip piercing as their lips brushed against each other. Jude placed a hand on the back of Declan’s thigh, urging him onto the bed with him as if his eager kisses weren’t enough encouragement. The taste of nicotine lingered in Declan’s mouth. With his pants tightening around his groin, Declan slid onto the bed, and Jude moved his pelvis between Declan’s legs. With his cigarette wedged between two fingers, Jude’s hands started unbuttoning Declan’s jeans as he kissed him deeper, and Declan used one hand to prop himself up and the other to stroke Jude’s blond hair.

Jude pulled Declan’s jeans and boxers down past his hips. “I can never wait to take you,” Jude murmured against Declan’s lips.

“Well, I, uh, can never wait to be taken,” Declan said, feeling his cheeks burn. He wasn’t the lyricist, after all.

Nonetheless, Jude smiled. After putting out his cigarette in an ashtray on the nightstand, his long fingers wrapped around Declan’s cock, giving him a firm tug. Gripping the back of Jude’s head and twisting his fingers through the hair there, Declan kissed him again, and hard. Jude responded in kind by jerking him off faster at the base of his cock. Declan gasped against the singer’s lips and used his other hand to paw at Jude’s erection through his dress.

Jude pressed his weight against Declan’s, forcing the chubby security guard back against the bed. Jude slipped out of his underwear and reached back to grab the lube off of the nightstand. Declan rolled onto his stomach, and Jude gave Declan’s rear a slap. Faint, curly red hair covered Declan’s ass, and Jude gripped it, one hand for each cheek. After giving it several firm squeezes, the singer squeezed lube onto his hand and spread it across his fingers and cock.

Declan sucked in air as Jude pressed a finger into his ass. Jude carefully pumped it in and out of him, letting it journey deeper with every gentle movement. Impatience took over, and the singer pressed a second finger in, working Declan’s asshole quickly. Declan found his hips moving back against Jude’s rhythm.

Jude pressed his fingers against the spot he knew made Declan squirm and groan, and Declan responded as predicted. The security guard’s cock throbbed, and when he pressed back for Jude to repeat the motion, Jude had already pulled his fingers out. Jude slapped his cock against Declan’s ass twice before edging the head of his erection into him. Declan gritted his teeth, and Jude grasped Declan’s hips as he slowly pressed the entire length of his cock into him.

Declan cursed and gripped the sheets, and as Jude started a slow rhythm, the pain began to subside. Jude nuzzled one of Declan’s sideburns and kissed his ear while he increased the pace. Pulling the security guard’s hips against him, Jude panted in time with his thrusts. The noise against Declan’s ear only made his cock ache all the more. Declan shuddered as Jude forced the entire length of his erection into him, and he felt Jude grind his pelvis against his ass.

Jude’s hands reached underneath Declan, exploring up the security guard’s green tank top. The singer slowed his rhythm down while his fingers brushed up against Declan’s pale skin, pulling at his chest hair and pressing up against his nipples. Declan squirmed and gasped while his cock throbbed in the air. Jude’s grunt marked the increase of his pace again, and he pumped his cock quickly in and out of Declan’s ass. One hand twined into Declan’s chest hair while the other crept down to his pelvis. Jude kissed Declan’s ear again as his hand enveloped the security guard’s cock.

Jude jerked Declan off at the base of his cock to the same hard rhythm as his thrusts. Jude kept pumping deep inside of Declan, eager to feel his pelvis up against Declan’s ass. The sensation left Declan groaning and grasping the sheets, and when Jude started to move his hips quicker, he moved his fist faster along Declan’s cock.

Declan felt himself peaking, already spilling into Jude’s fingers, and the singer’s groans against his ear and his fingers in his chest hair only helped to send him over the edge. He finished with a groan, and Jude pumped a few more times into Declan before he came into him.

The two fell panting together on the bed, and Jude grabbed a tissue to clean Declan while he kissed him. When their lips parted, Declan stroked Jude’s hair and simply watched him. He stared into his eyes and looked at freckles sprawled across his cheeks while Jude stroked his chest. He almost didn’t notice how his eyelids grew heavy and his thoughts started to fog over.

Jude said, “You told me to do what makes me happy.”

“And I am very smart,” Declan murmured.

“Well, you make me happy and making music makes me happy,” Jude replied. “I can do all of this as long as I have you and as long as I can keep making my own music.”

“Then you should keep doing me,” Declan replied, sleepily. “And play music I guess.”

Jude laughed and hugged Declan. When Jude felt Declan’s arms grow heavier around him as the security guard fell asleep, Jude carefully slipped away from him. Smiling at his partner, with his pants and boxers still around his legs, Jude slipped his regular underwear on underneath his dress. He then slid the dress over his head, tossed it on the ground, and walked over to Declan.

He slid Declan’s jeans off of him and pulled Declan’s boxers back up. Jude reluctantly pulled Declan’s shirt down to cover his belly and then crawled into bed next to him. Snuggling his head beneath Declan’s chin, Jude closed his eyes and let exhaustion hit his body. He pulled the sheets up around them just before falling asleep himself.
 

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