Smutterday - Guarding January

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Guardian Angel

Lord January is at the top of the charts, only comes out at night, and is usually covered in blood. Say what you will, but the man knows how to put on a great show. But when the Vampire King is let out of rehab, the last thing he expects is someone forcing him to eat real food, hang out in the sun, and generally be a human being. 

Rye Sommers, the best bodyguard in the business, has been hired to babysit a rock star whose biggest threat surprisingly isn't all the hard drugs, desperate groupies, and crazy fans—it's Lord January himself. But the closer Rye gets, the more LJ turns into sweet, gentle, caring Jeff Smart. He may still be the super-skinny, pierced and inked genius Lord January, but he is slowly shaking his death wish as he sheds the loneliness and exhaustion his stage persona saddled him with. 

But as Rye falls in love with the real Jeff, he finds himself in over his head. He knows he can keep Lord January away from the drugs and the groupies, but saving Jeff might force Jeff to choose between his career as Lord January and his very life.

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He reached down and opened Rye’s jeans, shoving them down and loving the way Rye felt against his palm.

Groaning, Rye pushed against his hand.

His fingers dragged all the way down Rye’s thighs, pulling the jeans all the way. He ended up kneeling in front of Rye, mouth near the heavy cock, so he leaned in to inhale.

“Oh, damn. Baby….” Rye’s voice was thick, sounding strained.

His tongue flicked out, dragged on Rye’s skin. This time Rye didn’t say anything; he just made this garbled, moaning sound. Oh, neat. He lapped his way up, intent on the fat, mushroom head.

The muscles in Rye’s thighs went tight, another moan filling the air. He made himself wait to actually taste the slit, but as soon as he did, it made him tingle.

“Jeff. God. Please.”

“I won’t make you hurt. I promise.”

Rye snickered. “Oh, baby, you’re not hurting, trust me.”

“Taste good.” He licked over and over, tasting.

Groans and moans and whimpers came from Rye, those strong thighs trembling now, Rye’s hips beginning to rock gently. Jeff wrapped his lips around the tip, sucking nice and slow.

“Jesus, that’s good.” Rye’s hands slid into his hair, tugging just a little bit.

“Mmmhmm.” It was good, the pressure on his lips.

Rye moved his hips, the thick cock sliding in his mouth, leaving drops of liquid on his tongue. His eyes closed, and he pulled, keeping it gentle, soft, quiet. Rye’s fingers stroked through his hair, rubbed on his head. It was the easiest thing ever, to hum, to let the sound vibrate through Rye.

“Jeff.” His name was choked out, Rye moving faster now, jerky, like he couldn’t help it.

He braced himself on Rye’s huge thighs, the heavy cock spreading his lips wide.

“Don’t let me hurt you.” Rye wouldn’t. He knew that.

He sucked harder, slapping the fat shaft with his tongue. Rye jerked, pushing in deeper. He took Rye halfway, and he brought his hands in to play for the rest. Rye seemed to let go after that, sliding faster along his tongue, pushing harder into his mouth. His jaw was beginning to ache, but he wouldn’t stop. He wouldn’t.

“Jeff.” His name was a whisper, and Rye’s cock throbbed just before it released his come.

He swallowed some, then the rest splashed on his face.

Rye’s prick slid from his mouth, Rye dropping to his knees. “Thank you, baby.” Then Rye licked at his face, cleaning him. That was erotic as hell and made his spent cock bob.

Sean

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