Keep Playing

     Brian's studio had always been a safe haven for him. Whenever he needed time to think or just be alone, he would almost always be found there. Today was one of those days, and he made his way into his spacious studio. The Red Special, his old lady, was always a sight for sore eyes. He smiled softly and picked it up. He took a look around the studio as he pulled the strap over his shoulder. The tour was starting next month, and things were starting to get packed. His normally clean and open studio was now cluttered with cases. Cases that would transport instruments and other necessary equipment all around the world during their nearly 6-month tour. He let out a soft sigh and leaned against one of the larger cases and began plucking at the Red Special almost absentmindedly. His brain was running through the setlist for the upcoming tour that everyone had agreed upon when his mind landed on one particular song. Brighton Rock. One of his favorites to play, of course – the man still loved to show off.

Your day had been spent trying to occupy yourself without Brian around. He had gotten busy with meetings and other duties of his that you two hadn't had much time for each other lately. Your heart sank as time ticked on. Brian was supposed to be home an hour earlier, but he seemed to have gotten sidetracked. You knew Brian well enough to know where he had gone, and you weren't willing to wait to see him any longer. You decided to grab your coat and make the trip down to his studio.

"Brian?" you called out as you stepped inside. Brian looked up from his guitar and put it down.

"Darling, I didn't expect to see you here." He smiled as he greeted you with a hug and kiss on your forehead. "What brings you here?" he asked.

"You. You told me you'd be home an hour ago and you didn't come. I knew I'd find you here, so I came." You explained.

"Oh, sorry, my dear. I forget my own promises. Would you like me to come home with you now? I can help cook dinner." He smiled warmly. While dinner was definitely important, you had other things on your mind.

"No, let's relax here for a while. I want to hear you play a bit." You squeezed his hands and smiled as his hazel eyes lit up. He loved playing for you.

"Sure, my love. Come on." He led you to his guitar and swung the strap over his shoulder again. "What would you like to hear?" he asked.

"Whatever's on your mind, my darling." You sat down in his chair and crossed your legs. He smiled and nodded, leaning back against the case. He played quietly and you watched intently. You loved how his finger danced over the strings effortlessly, how his curls bounced a bit when he shook his head, and of course the way his heel often lifted off the floor and he bounced his leg on the ball of his foot. If it weren't for how little time you had had with Brian the last week, you would've been able to control yourself. But everything was affecting you just a bit differently today. What normally would have made your heart swell with joy and pride, made something else a bit further south swell with desire. You got up while Brian was watching his guitar intently as he approached his solo. You got close to him and knelt down in front of him, your mouth watering already. Brian glanced down at you and missed a chord as you unbuttoned his slacks. He moved the guitar to get a better look at what you were doing. You pulled down his slacks and stopped playing as you both saw his briefs beginning to tent out.

"What are you doing?" he asked, already very aware of the answer.

"Be quiet and keep playing." You said, not looking up as you pulled down his briefs. His half hard cock emerged from the restricting cotton and you smirked, your mouth watering again. Brian just stared; a bit stunned.

"Well? Go on, keep playing." You instructed as you gave his hardening cock a few long torturous strokes. He held back a groan and followed your orders, continuing his Brighton Rock solo. You took the tip of his swelling cock between your lips and sucked it like a lollipop as it began to leak. The silver seducer's breath became more labored and he paused his fingers again. You furrowed your brow and pulled off his cock.

"I didn't say you could stop." You quipped. "Keep playing and I'll keep going."

"Sorry, darling, I just... wasn't expecting this." He breathed.

"If you're a good boy and finish the solo I'll let you cum."

He groaned again, this time in frustration, and did his best to keep playing while you took his angry red cock slowly into your throat inch by delicious inch. He let his eyes flutter closed and let muscle memory take over his solo, small groans and whines tumbling from his lips. Your tongue was unrelenting on the underside of the doctor's aching cock, tracing the vein that pulsed under your touch. Your nose buried into his salt and pepper pubic hair and you relaxed your throat, an amazing feat you had to learn fairly quick when you and Brian first got serious. You bobbed your head along his length, taking breaths whenever you could to relish in the scent of Brian's natural musk. He was about halfway through his solo and it was already beyond difficult to focus. You knew he couldn't concentrate when he began missing notes – something he rarely ever did. You didn't show any mercy and focused your tongue on his leaking slit, tasting the slightly salty preview of what was to come. He whimpered and his head fell back, trying to hide his desperate moans and cries behind the notes of the solo. He knew he was nearly done, but it took all his energy to make sure his fingers hit the right notes and didn't slow down or, god forbid, stop.

"Darling, please, I'm so close..." he pleaded as he reached the last measures of the solo. You swirled your tongue around his leaking tip, and he let out a low growl as he played the last notes of the solo. He let the guitar drop from his hands and he leaned back on the case, gripping it with white knuckles as his orgasm hit him like a semitruck. You buried your nose in his pubes one last time as he shot his load down your throat – rope after white hot rope. You swallowed him all down and slowly pulled off of him, giving his cock a couple more kitten licks to clean it off as it began to soften.

"Jesus, darling..." he groaned breathlessly as his eyes slowly opened. You stood up and gave him a long and sweet kiss, letting him taste his cum on your lips.

"I think it's about time we go home for the day." You said with a soft smile.

"I think you should give me a minute to catch my breath." He panted with a chuckle. You nodded and rested your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slowly return to normal. Not even his studio was safe anymore.