A Little Christmas! Ajay’s Secret

The way he breathed the word against Leith's lips was filled with the sort of intimacy that love songs were written about. It left Walker wondering if the guitarist had ever tried his hand at one, and if so, would there be a chance of hearing it if Walker showed up on Saturday night. While he rarely dined out more than once a week, he considered making an exception in this case, if only to check out these original songs and maybe discover what it was about this Ajay that he couldn’t shake.

“Perhaps we can introduce him to the underground when he’s here next,” Leith murmured.

“Let’s not scare him away,” Ren said.

Leith flashed him a cheeky little grin. “Something tells me he doesn’t scare easily.”

“What do you think, Walker,” Ren asked as he reached out to boop Leith’s nose. “Think showing him around downstairs will make him bail, or do you think he might want to get wild up on the main stage one night?”

“I don’t waste my time thinking about things that don’t concern me,” Walker replied as he gently swirled the liquid in his glass. Yet even as he said the words, an image appeared unbidden, one of Ajay in those leather pants, hands behind his back, spine straight as he kneeled at Walker’s feet, watching him with bright eyes while Walker plucked a bit of scallop from his plate and held it to Ajay’s lips. That pink pierced tongue darting out, capturing the juice that dripped down Walker’s fingers, sucking it from them, kissing them in thanks. He could only imagine how silky those purple strands would feel beneath his fingers and what it would be like to crush them in his fists as he thrust his cock past those warm, willing lips.

“And Walker has left the planet again.”

Leith’s words drew him out of his fantasy, only this time, he couldn’t keep his face from flushing as that final image lingered in his mind.

“Wherever he was, it must have been pretty fabulous to make our unflappable friend blush the way he is,” Ren remarked, that shrewd gaze of his nearly making Walker squirm the way Ajay had done when he’d been invited to sit with them.

“You wanna know what I think,” Leith asked.

Walker knew that teasing tone for exactly what it was, the little imp was up to something, and chances were Ren would indulge him in it because Ren loved to see his husband happy.

“I would very much like to know what you think,” Ren said when Walker refused to take the bait.

“I think Walker’s taken an interest in someone,” Leith said. “But I don’t think he’s happy about it, which tells me that they might be exactly the kind of person he needs in his life.”

Ren turned and stroked a fingertip along Leith’s cheek. “You mean someone earnest, compassionate, and kindhearted enough to look past our good friend’s efforts to sabotage a good thing at the first sign that he might be getting exactly what he needs?”

“Something like that.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake!” Walker snapped. “I don’t know if he’s any of those things! All I know is that from the moment he started playing on my street corner, all I can think about is how dull, uninspired, and predictable my life has become.”

“Amen to that,” Ren grumbled, while Leith bounced up and down in his seat.

“Oh my God he’s talking about Ajay!” Leith squealed.