come while thinking about Gavin's gorgeous little body, his tight ass under his hand, the sweetness of his lips, was he able to finally close his eyes and get some sleep himself.
* * *
In the morning, Mark woke up feeling awful. At first, he didn't remember why, but when he remembered what he'd done, how he'd literally bent Gavin over and beaten his ass for him, he knew he was probably in pretty serious trouble.
So he was remarkably well behaved from there. He even made sure to be at the tour bus on time, which was probably the first time he'd done that in years.
He stayed apart from everyone else, murmuring a greeting but otherwise keeping away. He had some serious processing to do, and he even ignored his brother, Liam, when he came to ask him what was wrong.
This time, it was Gavin that was late, while Mark was on time. Things had sure changed. Mark supposed he'd done that, he was to blame for the haunted look on Gavin's face, for how disheveled and exhausted he looked.
He tried hard not to look worried, but he was. Damn it, what was wrong with him? Why did he always go there and ruin everything? Like things hadn't been bad enough before. Now he had not only hatred, but also guilt, to deal with.
Liam stood up, and Mark had a sudden and intense sense of foreboding. His brother loved to get all moral on him, and he seemed to have taken Gavin under his wing. Mark tried to keep his face impassive as his brother looked at him, but he knew Liam could see right through him. Damn it, he always could.
“Gavin, come back here. I need to talk to you,” Liam said, and Mark swore internally. This was going to be bad. If Gavin told Liam even half of what had happened, Mark was going to be in some serious trouble.
Gavin hesitated, and then shrugged and went. He had no reason not to, really. He wasn't the one with the guilty conscience. The two men spoke briefly, and Mark tried to hear what was going on while still trying to act cool.
Liam turned toward Mark, and his face was pale. So Gavin had told. Clearly, Gavin had told. Mark braced himself for what was to come, but he knew better than to fight.
“I'm sorry. It won't happen again.” Liam was still talking to Gavin as he picked Mark up. Mark was big, but Liam was bigger, and when it came down to it, there was nothing that Mark could do to stop this. He'd actually lose more dignity if he fought this than if he just let what was going to inevitably happen, happen.
Liam got Mark around the chest, hoisted him out of his chair, and pulled him out of the bus. In all honesty, Mark knew he deserved it, but he was gratified to look back and see Gavin looking astonished and a little worried.
“Hey, what are you gonna do to him?” the gorgeous young man called. Why Gavin would care, Mark wasn't sure, but he was glad he did.
* * *
“Look, it's none of my business what you do in bed. But Gavin admitted that you hurt him last night.”
Liam's voice was serious, and Mark rolled his eyes. Big brother scolding time, how wonderful. Self righteous prick. Honestly, though, Mark knew a lot of his irritation was because he knew his brother was right.
Mark shrugged. He tried to think of something to say, some way to defend himself, but he couldn't. This was worse than anything he'd done before, and that was saying something.
“You need to get this under control, Mark. Gavin isn't just some groupie. I don't know what your issue with him is, but he and Star Crossed are guests, okay? You can't just go around abusing him. It's not okay. You've been an ass since the tour started and it's not going to be tolerated any more.”
Mark sighed and looked down at his own feet, ashamed of himself as only his brother could manage to make him feel.
“Yeah, I get it,” he said quietly. Liam peered at him suspiciously.
“This tour is going to be lasting almost two more months, Mark. As of right
* * *
In the morning, Mark woke up feeling awful. At first, he didn't remember why, but when he remembered what he'd done, how he'd literally bent Gavin over and beaten his ass for him, he knew he was probably in pretty serious trouble.
So he was remarkably well behaved from there. He even made sure to be at the tour bus on time, which was probably the first time he'd done that in years.
He stayed apart from everyone else, murmuring a greeting but otherwise keeping away. He had some serious processing to do, and he even ignored his brother, Liam, when he came to ask him what was wrong.
This time, it was Gavin that was late, while Mark was on time. Things had sure changed. Mark supposed he'd done that, he was to blame for the haunted look on Gavin's face, for how disheveled and exhausted he looked.
He tried hard not to look worried, but he was. Damn it, what was wrong with him? Why did he always go there and ruin everything? Like things hadn't been bad enough before. Now he had not only hatred, but also guilt, to deal with.
Liam stood up, and Mark had a sudden and intense sense of foreboding. His brother loved to get all moral on him, and he seemed to have taken Gavin under his wing. Mark tried to keep his face impassive as his brother looked at him, but he knew Liam could see right through him. Damn it, he always could.
“Gavin, come back here. I need to talk to you,” Liam said, and Mark swore internally. This was going to be bad. If Gavin told Liam even half of what had happened, Mark was going to be in some serious trouble.
Gavin hesitated, and then shrugged and went. He had no reason not to, really. He wasn't the one with the guilty conscience. The two men spoke briefly, and Mark tried to hear what was going on while still trying to act cool.
Liam turned toward Mark, and his face was pale. So Gavin had told. Clearly, Gavin had told. Mark braced himself for what was to come, but he knew better than to fight.
“I'm sorry. It won't happen again.” Liam was still talking to Gavin as he picked Mark up. Mark was big, but Liam was bigger, and when it came down to it, there was nothing that Mark could do to stop this. He'd actually lose more dignity if he fought this than if he just let what was going to inevitably happen, happen.
Liam got Mark around the chest, hoisted him out of his chair, and pulled him out of the bus. In all honesty, Mark knew he deserved it, but he was gratified to look back and see Gavin looking astonished and a little worried.
“Hey, what are you gonna do to him?” the gorgeous young man called. Why Gavin would care, Mark wasn't sure, but he was glad he did.
* * *
“Look, it's none of my business what you do in bed. But Gavin admitted that you hurt him last night.”
Liam's voice was serious, and Mark rolled his eyes. Big brother scolding time, how wonderful. Self righteous prick. Honestly, though, Mark knew a lot of his irritation was because he knew his brother was right.
Mark shrugged. He tried to think of something to say, some way to defend himself, but he couldn't. This was worse than anything he'd done before, and that was saying something.
“You need to get this under control, Mark. Gavin isn't just some groupie. I don't know what your issue with him is, but he and Star Crossed are guests, okay? You can't just go around abusing him. It's not okay. You've been an ass since the tour started and it's not going to be tolerated any more.”
Mark sighed and looked down at his own feet, ashamed of himself as only his brother could manage to make him feel.
“Yeah, I get it,” he said quietly. Liam peered at him suspiciously.
“This tour is going to be lasting almost two more months, Mark. As of right
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