Title: Dirty Little SecretAuthor: MagickRating: NC-17Pairing: Taylor Hanson/Tyson Ritter (All-American Rejects)Summary: Taylor and Natalie have a fight so Taylor goes out looking for something better.Taylor made a beeline for the bar and ordered a drink. He and Natalie had been fighting—again—and he needed the oblivion that alcohol provided. Over the years of his marriage, Taylor had found that his wife began to sound more and more like a harpy instead of the tiny, beautiful woman that she was. Also he noticed that he spent a lot more time looking at men than women, including his wife. He’d cheated on her with nameless fan-boys more times than he could count and this night was going to be no exception. He was so angry with the way she ordered him around and implied that he was a bad father.Taylor was glaring at his drink angrily when a rapid movement to his right caught his eye. He glanced over to see a tall young man with dark hair and piecing eyes dancing in between several women. What was odd was the fact that the man was looking at him instead of the multiple pairs of cleavage that surrounded him. Taylor looked the man up and down appraisingly, taking notice of the way his skinny jeans clung to his lithe legs. He was a beautiful man and Taylor was captivated. He knocked back his first drink, ordered a second and nursed it slowly as he watched him dance. His movements were spastic but still ridiculously sexy. The women around him were obviously all trying to get into his pants but he glancing up at Taylor with wide blue eyes and a flirtatious grin.Taylor went through four drinks while he watched the other man. He felt like he recognized him from somewhere but he couldn’t place it. The alcohol was starting to muddle his brain a bit so he sat his drink down and concentrated. Where had he seen him before? His blue eyes and curly black hair seemed so familiar to him but he couldn’t remember meeting him—and Taylor was sure he’d remember meeting a man that gorgeous.The music changed while he was staring at him and Taylor’s ears perked up when he recognized the song.“I wake up every evening with a big smile on my face and it never feels out of place…” Taylor sang along—then froze as it all clicked together.That man, the one he was watching so intensely, was the lead singer of The All-American Rejects. Taylor had just bought their cd last week and he was shocked that he hadn’t realized it before. Taylor grabbed his drink back from the bar and downed it all in one gulp.Taylor was jerked from his panic by someone clearing their throat directly in front of him. He snapped to attention only to see that it was him. Taylor tried to act nonchalant as he sat his glass on the bar and smiled. The blue-eyed man smiled too and held out his hand.“Hi, I’m Tyson. Can I buy you a drink?” He asked, grinning charmingly.Taylor felt himself melt a little inside as he shook the proffered hand.“I’m Taylor. I’d love another drink.” Taylor grinned back but inside he was still panicking.Tyson ordered them both a drink and hopped up on the stool beside Taylor. Tyson took a long pull from his beer and grinned again. Taylor slowly sipped at his drink and waited.“So Taylor, are you a native of the great state of Oklahoma?” Tyson asked.“Yeah, I grew up here. I mean, I traveled a lot but I grew up in Tulsa.” Taylor answered.“Tulsa huh? I grew up here in Stillwater. You’re a little far from Tulsa right now, are there no bars there?” Tyson questioned, cocking a curious eyebrow.“I didn’t want to be recognized.” Taylor replied honestly.“Ah, I see. Are you planning on sticking around for a while?” Tyson ran his tongue over his lips and Taylor was lost.“I’m not in any hurry if that’s what you mean.” Taylor breathed.“Good.” Tyson stood and took Taylor’s drink from his hands and finished it off then downed the rest of his beer. Then he grabbed Taylor’s arm and pulled him towards the shadowy alcove to their right.Taylor’s back hit the wall roughly then Tyson was on him, capturing his lips and pressing their hips together. Taylor groaned into the kiss and opened his mouth immediately, allowing the darker man to sweep in and claim him. Taylor was so hard he was aching in his jeans and he pressed closer, grinding his erection against Tyson’s hip, and moaning wantonly as pleasure surged through his body. He needed this. It’d been too long since he’d felt another man against him and he greedily slipped his fingers under Tyson’s t-shirt, reveling in the feeling of hard planes and muscles. Tyson’s mouth moved from his mouth to his jaw then his ear.“I’ve wanted your cock in my mouth since the moment I saw you.” Tyson breathed heavily in his ear and Taylor whimpered. Then the other man slid gracefully to his knees and popped the button on Taylor’s jeans.Tyson peeled the tight material down Taylor’s hips then cupped his leaking erection. Taylor closed his eyes tightly and tried to not come the instant Tyson’s tongue flicked out and circled the head of his cock.Taylor lost all ability for rational thought when Tyson took him fully into his mouth and swallowed around him. Taylor cried out sharply and fisted his hands in Tyson’s dark curls to keep himself upright. His back arched off of the wall as he tried to bury himself in Tyson’s wet heat. Taylor forced his eyes open so that he could see the beautiful man sucking his cock. Their eyes met and Tyson had the audacity to wink up at him and Taylor was lost. It had only been moments but Taylor felt the familiar heat building at the base of his spine.“Fuck I’m gonna come, gonna come hard…” Taylor moaned, pulling at Tyson’s hair.Tyson did not move away. Instead he swallowed around him again and sucked hard. Taylor’s mind went blank and he jerked violently as he spilled copiously down Tyson’s throat. The darker man lapped at his cock until it was completely spent before standing and pressing Taylor back against the wall again. He kissed him forcefully, grinding his still hard erection against Taylor’s hip. Taylor could taste himself in Tyson’s mouth and he felt his cock give a feeble twitch as he returned the kiss.“Do you want me to reciprocate?” Taylor asked as he nibbled at Tyson’s earlobe.“I would rather fuck you.” Tyson answered as he reached around to squeeze Taylor’s ass.Taylor’s mind went blank. It’d been even longer since another man had fucked him. His spent cock responded instantly though and Taylor had no intention of refusing.“Do you have lube and a condom?” Taylor questioned as he unbuttoned Tyson’s jeans.“I never leave home without them.” Tyson grinned as he pulled the requested items from his pocket then pushed his jeans down to his knees.“What if someone sees us?” Taylor worried.“My bodyguard is right over there. We’re fine.” Tyson assured him.Taylor nodded and kicked his jeans off then turned around to face the wall. Tyson opened the condom and rolled it onto his swollen prick then popped the cap off of the lube. He slathered some of it onto his fingers then slowly pressed two into Taylor. Instantly the blonde was pressing back against him and groaning in appreciation. Taylor was still relaxed from his orgasm and in moments Tyson was easily pumping three fingers in and out of him. Tyson deemed him ready and pulled back to slather the rest of the tube of lubricant onto his cock. Then he grasped Taylor’s hips and sheathed himself in one smooth stroke.Taylor slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle his shriek of pleasure and thrusted back, meeting each of Tyson’s brutal strokes with one of his own. Their pace was hard and rough and Taylor couldn’t get enough. Then Tyson shifted his angle and snapped his hips sharply—and Taylor saw stars. Tyson continued to ram against his prostate with each thrust and reached one guitar calloused hand around his hip to grasp his cock.“Fuck that’s so good, so fucking good…” Taylor groaned, losing himself in the dual sensation.Tyson leaned forward and bit harshly at Taylor’s shoulder. Taylor cried out shrilly as his arousal spiked alarmingly.“Oh fuck.” Taylor gasped.“Are you going to come again, Taylor?”Taylor nodded violently and Tyson bit him again, causing him to wail.“I want you to come again. I want you to come so hard you cover my hand and the wall.” Tyson growled against Taylor’s ear then caught his earlobe between his teeth.Taylor thrusted back against Tyson’s cock then forward into his hand one more time then he was coming. He coated Tyson’s hand and spurted against the wall—just as he was commanded. Taylor’s muscles contracted sharply and Tyson let out a strangled groan. He thrusted deeply and went still as his own orgasm ripped through him. Taylor whimpered when Tyson’s fingernails dug into his hips then they slumped together against the wall. They struggled to regain their breath for a moment before righting their clothing. Tyson gathered the empty condom wrapper and lubrication tube and deposited along with the condom in the nearest trash receptacle. Then he reached into Taylor’s pocket and pulled out his cell phone.“What are you doing?” Taylor asked.“Giving you my phone number.” Tyson replied airily.Taylor arched one perfect brow.“Do you not do encores, Mr. Hanson?” Tyson asked with a smirk.Taylor felt himself blush deep red.“We always have at least two encores prepared.” Taylor mumbled.“Good. Give me a call when you’re ready to go on stage again.” Tyson winked and shoved the phone back in Taylor’s pocket—groping his ass in the process.Then he motioned to his bodyguard and he was gone. Taylor stood numbly watching the door for a long moment before heading out to his car. Once in the privacy of his car he pulled out his iPhone and smirked at Tyson’s number.