“I’m gonna play everything from Metallica to Nickelback. I’m officially a party whore.”
Roach chuckled. “Sellout.”
Zane snorted and rolled his head against Roach while those firm hands kneaded his muscles. “Oh yeah, talk dirty to me!”
“A bachelorette party musician? What next? Stripper? Soon enough you’ll be a cam boy,” Roach teased in a deep purr.
That was the opening Zane needed.
He captured Roach’s fingers and squeezed them while looking up at him. He was both cute and hot. “I’ve been actually thinking about this… thing. You don’t need to be with some kind of studio, or on a contract to do porn.”
Roach frowned, and his fingers stilled. “What? You can’t be serious.”
Zane pressed his cheek to the warm hand. Roach wasn’t the kind of guy who wanted to star in porn, but they could certainly use additional money, and it wasn’t as if Zane had any objections. “You could wear a mask. Or we could do this kind of POV porn when you’re holding the camera, and your face is never on screen. Or I could do solos, and you’d film me. It’s not like my family can be any less proud of me, so I don’t care.”
Roach’s eyes widened. “Wait. Me? You want me in there? Who would watch porn with me?”
Zane frowned. He couldn’t believe Roach had so little self-esteem. “Everyone? You’ve got tats, a beard, the whole bad boy thing going on. And those abs are like steel,” he said and bumped the back of his head against Roach’s stomach. So maybe they didn’t bulge into the perfect egg-container shape someone had decided was the peak of male attractiveness, but it was hard, hairy, and touchable.
The lack of an outright no made Zane hopeful. Porn wasn’t exactly his dream career, but he was so over being poor. He didn’t care much when he’d been on his own, but he was increasingly conscious that there were people who depended on him. By taking work that wasn’t ideal but paid well, he could help Gale, pay Roach back, and send money to his parents again.
Zane’s ultimate dream was still to play his own music, but he’d learned the hard way that freedom came at a price. Money was necessary sometimes, and if he was to monetize his talent instead of being dependent on whims of people like Culver, porn might draw attention to his work. Even if potential listeners came for dick, they'd still hear his music.
“Would I like… need to shave or something?” Roach asked.
“What kind of porn do you watch? Maybe you think I’m too hairy too?” Zane asked, turning in the chair so he could press a loud kiss to Roach’s abs.
Roach would be on bouncer duty at the bar tonight, and wore a fitted black long-sleeve under his leather cut. He was a biker wet dream even without the patches. How this man didn’t understand his appeal was beyond Zane.
Any sense of danger he might have exuded was gone the moment Roach got a cute flush to his cheeks. “No, I just… I guess you’re right, there’s a variety of porn, not just the oiled-up abs kind. I know you love my dick, but… is it porn-good?”
Zane was getting giddy. Roach was actually considering this idea.
He kneeled on the chair and slid his arms around Roach, nuzzling his cheek as they pressed closer. “What’s there not to love, Roachie? It’s thick, and your cum’s the very best. Everyone will be jealous of me.”
Roach stroked his hair. “I’m far from agreeing, but it’s not like my gayness is a secret anymore. Weren’t you gonna kill me though? Do you want to do necroporn?”
Kill Roach? At this point, it almost seemed like Roach might offer up his throat for slitting if Zane still insisted on it. “Damn it, you guessed my secret agenda. You’re too smart.”
“Zane, the master of the dark web,” Roach mused with a smirk, trailing his thumbs over Zane’s jaw. “His specialty—fucking dead bikers and arson.”
Zane kissed him, savoring the bitter cigarette aroma so it would stay with him for the duration of the evening. “Sounds like a plan.”
The bar down the corridor got rowdy with female voices, and that was Zane’s cue. Roach patted his ass and followed him out.
“Just don’t take off too much.”
“How much is too much?” Zane asked as they stepped into the bar.
“Jeans stay on,” Roach whispered, but they had to part as he went off to do his job.
Zane grinned. “Yes, sir!”
At this time of night, the bar wasn’t yet full with the exception of a semi-enclosed space Culver rented out for private gatherings. Elizabeth’s bridesmaids had come over earlier to decorate the venue with black and silver balloons shaped like hearts, though there was also a male blow-up doll present, tastefully dressed in a cheap costumy tuxedo.
Now that about a dozen women, who’d clearly had some pre-party drinks at home, had arrived, the bar had become loud before its usual time. Roach turned around to talk to someone, and Zane couldn’t help but steal one last glance at his man’s ass. Roach was so fuckable, and he’d make sure Roach understood it too.