Redeeming Kyle: 69 Bottles #3 (21 page)

“Do you have feelings for Mouse? You guys are always together…”
 

“Yeah, I do, and Mouse knows. He knows how I feel about him and while sometimes I like to wish that he’s just unsure of who he is, I’m usually reminded that he likes the chicks and I just kind of let it go.”
 

“Are you worried about the public perception if you come out?”
 

He snorts. “No, I couldn’t care less. I’ve been out to my parents since high school and I’ve had my fair share of guys since then, and even now. I usually manage to pick up a guy or two here and there and it works for me. I just don’t see myself settling down any time soon.”
 

 
“Well I’m glad you’ve come out to your parents and Mouse, maybe now it’s time to come out to Dex, and officially to Talon. Everyone on this bus is family Eric. No one will judge you. Even Dex, with all his crazy antics, I think you might be surprised with him. Shit, sometimes I think Dex hides behind his own sexuality. I mean, come on, how many straight guys do you know actually talk the way he does? But the openness of this band is what I love most about all of you. I mean, look at me, Kyle and Talon. We have a highly unconventional relationship and Dex still teases me about sleeping with him, or me turning to him when I tire, which will never happen by the way, of T & K. It’s a dynamic that works and it’s a dynamic that has kept you guys together for so long. You never fight, you all keep your shit pretty clean, and you have a great time. Hell, last night was amazing. Watching you guys raw like that is an experience I will cherish forever.”
 

“I understand why they love you so much,” he says with a smile. “You’re so sweet and your views are inspiring. I will work on coming out to Talon and then figure out how best to tell Dex. Though that’s not something I’m looking forward to.”
 

“Dex loves you, just like he loves everyone else. He won’t care one way or another. But do it when you’re ready and when you do, you’ll see that fretting about it is not worth the effort.” I smile sweetly at him.
 

“Thanks, Addison.”
 

“Anything, Eric, anytime. If you need a hand to hold when you tell Dex, let me know. I’ll be there.”
 

I leave Peacock to his musing at the table and retire back to the bedroom

Our second show in Philly goes just as well as the first. The attention in the greenroom shifts back to the band, though they still want autographs and pictures of me too.

Immediately following the show, we’re on the bus, packing up to head to Boston where we will play Saturday night. Kyle and I never made it shopping on Thursday in Philly, so we spend our Friday afternoon, in Boston, shopping at one of the malls. I find a couple bras that are cotton based and they feel pretty good when I put them on, so Kyle buys them for me. I argued, and lost. Then we found my camis and bought one in every color. I also found some slip on flats that are ridiculously cute. One of the things we’d read about is balance being an issue, after that, Kyle got paranoid about my heels.
 

Boston’s concert goes off with a couple of minor glitches, but a true testament to their performance ability comes when Talon’s microphone goes out, he encourages the crowd to sing until someone tells him it’s back up. I think I panicked more than he did, though I wasn’t on stage.
 

Immediately after the Boston show, we head back south for New York. When we arrive we check into the Marriott right on Time Square, which is where we’re staying for the next two weeks.
 

Morning sickness is my worst enemy, but so far bacon is the only thing I’ve found that doesn’t agree with me. Salads are becoming a best friend of mine and grapes are like m&m’s. Each passing day makes me feel a little fuller and a little rounder, but my pouch is still that, a pouch.
 

After arriving in NYC, the guys drew me a bath and I soaked in it for over an hour before they finally dragged me out. We spent the rest of the afternoon eating popcorn and watching movies in bed. I have to say, I love those times with them.
 

We have three shows here in NYC- Thursday, Friday and Saturday. Which, come to find out, are going to be recorded and videotaped for live and future promotion shots. We have Sunday off, then Monday starts three days of press including a concert for one of the morning shows. But tomorrow Talon and I are in the studio. We’re set to lay down ‘Your Eyes’, the duet version on Monday. Talon reassures me that it will be easy because there is no music to lay down first. It’s already done. It’s just my vocals that are missing. Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday are blocked off for ‘To Be Free’, which Talon is going to be working on the music tracks while I’m doing ‘Your Eyes’. I’m nervous as hell, but my guys remind me that I’m amazing and that helps.
 

Somewhere in all this is a photo shoot with the band that I am looking forward to. At least until I get an email from Cami telling me that once the band is done, it’s my turn and it’s scheduled for Friday, during the day, before the show.
 

Raine, Cami’s assistant and now mine I suppose, arrives around seven Sunday evening. Once she settles into her room she stops by our suite and we talk about the schedule for the upcoming two weeks. She meets Talon and Kyle, does a little fangirl jig for Talon and it warms my heart to see him respond to her in such a warm way. We all chat for about an hour before she heads off to get started on some business.
 

Cami has put her in charge of my social media outlets while she’s here, both for the band and me. Cami really wants more updates from me and I just don’t have time over the next couple of weeks.
 

Around nine, pizza arrives, real New York Pizza. “If you eat all of that, I think I will go ballistic,” Kyle teases me as he hands me my pie. We ended up ordering three because I have a craving for black olives and green peppers. The black olives turn Kyle off and then I could probably chase Talon with green peppers. Ironic? Definitely.
 

“I think I will go ballistic or end up puking it back up if I eat it all,” I tease him back.
 

We all dive into our pizzas and three pieces later, I’m stuffed. Though I still ate more than the guys, I didn’t devour the whole thing, not this time anyway. We have a full kitchenette in our suite, so Kyle puts away the pizzas and when he comes back, I have my feet on the coffee table, my shirt pulled up and my pants pushed down. I feel huge and while I can tell it’s grown a little over the last couple of days just by how my pants fit, it’s really not bigger, except after I eat. Talon lays his head on my lap, looking up at me and Kyle joins him.
 

They tease me and rub my stomach, then for some unknown reason, they both start tickling me. My laughter and protests only spur them on even more. They’re laughing and having fun. Reminding me of two little boys and it is positively cute. That is until I start tickling them back. “Uh huh, I know all your ticklish spots,” I say as they lay back down, defeated.
 

That’s when I go for the kill that will make them putty in my hands. They’re both wearing gym shorts, so it’s not difficult for me to tell they’re already hard, they have been most of the night. So I reach out with both hands and run them along their cocks and they both groan. Then I work my hands under their shorts and take them both into my hands, skin to skin and they begin thrusting with my motions. I tease them both for a while and then shift my legs, pushing the coffee table out of the way.
 

I stroke them both until they are to the point of pleasurable bliss, then I get up, letting their heads fall to the cushion. “Hey.” They both say together then watch me as I strip out of my t-shirt and pajamas, letting it all fall to the floor. Pushing the coffee table a little more, giving myself more room, I drop to my knees, putting my hands in my lap, tucked against my pouch, I lift my chin and open my mouth and count to myself…one…Sit up…two…stand up…three… shorts down..four…shirts off…five…”That took you five seconds…” I tease and grab both of their cocks in my hands, pulling them toward me. I stand up on my knees and I first suck Kyle, then switch to Talon, then back to Kyle. Just teasing sucks and audible pops.
 

I feel like a fucking porn star. Then I take Kyle’s cock into my mouth as far as it will go, pumping my hand and mouth in a rhythm that makes his knees shake. Once I have him good and wet, I switch to Talon, licking and sucking him in as far as my mouth will allow. My hands never stop moving, never stop stroking their lengths, keeping them close but not too close. My pussy is dripping down the inside of my thighs and I am desperate to touch it, to flick it and to make myself come, but this isn’t about me. No, this is about my men.
 

I switch back to Kyle, sucking and stroking, my hand getting wetter with my own saliva and an idea pops into my head. I continue sucking him until I know my fingers are wet enough, then I release my hand, seeking my second favorite part of his body. The tight ring of his ass, and I push inside at the same time I release his cock. “Fuck Addison!” He growls out.
 

“Stroke yourself. Fuck your hand while I fuck your ass.” His hand comes to grip his cock, he strokes and his knees get weak. “Don’t you dare stop,” I tell him through hooded eyes as he stares down at me. I stick my tongue out for the dribble of pre-cum and he wipes it on my tongue and shudders.
 

I turn my attention to Talon. Sucking him into my mouth deep and hard. I fight the gag I feel when I take him in too far. I keep stroking him and sucking his cock until my fingers are wet enough for his ass and when I pull my hand away I watch him shiver in anticipation. “What do you want, big guy? You want my fingers in your ass too?”
 

“Fuck yes,” he growls and I slide my hand to his hole and suck his cock deep into my mouth, holding him there I wiggle my tongue. He moans and I push my finger inside, stroking his prostate, causing his head to fall back and his knees to shake.
 

I free his cock from my mouth. “Fuck yourself, Talon. Hard.”
 

He grips his cock and strokes. Like Kyle, there is undiluted pleasure wracking through his entire body.
 

I sit back and watch, stroking my fingers along their most sensitive spots. Pre-cum treasures await me and I lick them off, teasing each of them with my tongue before sitting back again. “Do you want to come?”
 

“Yes!” They both growl together. I scoot closer and sit down on my feet.

Lifting my chin again I watch as the two of them move in just a little closer. “Where do you want to come?”
 

“Your mouth,” Talon growls. I increase the pace of my fingers in their holes and they both groan.
 

“God, Addison, I…agh! I can’t hold it!” Kyle growls.
 

“Yes, you can.” I urge with force and I watch as he melts.
 

“Fuck, it hurts,” Talon says as he strokes his cock. I massage his hole just a little longer, then lift my chin, opening my mouth to them.
 

“I want it, now,” I growl and they both erupt above me, showering me with their cum. Their grunts and growls nearly make me explode without even touching myself. I lick my lips and open again for those last little drops of cum. They missed on more than a few strokes and I have drops of cum on my cheeks, my chin and down my chest. What happens next is a testament to how much they both love me and love each other. I extract my fingers from both of them and Kyle falls to his knees first. Taking my face in his hand and he kisses me. Tasting him, Talon and myself. He moans into my mouth as the taste assaults him.
 

Talon is next, but he starts licking the drops from my chest. Taking a moment to tease my nipples into hard peaks in the process. I moan into Kyle’s kiss. He pulls back. “Let’s clean you up.” Talon continues licking up drops along my neck then onto my chin then finally taking my mouth. I can taste both of them and I moan again.
 

Kyle stands up and goes into the kitchen. I hear the water running and he comes back with a warm washcloth. Talon pulls back and I take the cloth from Kyle and start wiping off my face just as Talon takes Kyle into a deeply passionate kiss.