Today is my lovely beta Carabeth's bday. I wanted to write her a little something to show how much I appreciate her. So, bb, I hope you've had a wonderful birthday, and thank you for making my words look pretty for the last nine months, and I'm happy to call you a friend! I love you xoxo! And thanks to emznluv for the prompts and beta work.

I don't own it.

Straight

I heard him bang his hands down on the piano keys for the fifth time. The discord of notes hung in the air.

He had been working on his latest composition for two weeks, and was reaching his limit.

I hated to hear him frustrated, let alone see it, from where I sat curled up in the armchair in his music room.

He repeatedly tugged at his hair and I knew I had to do something.

Slowly, I rose from my chair and made my way over to him. He needed a distraction and I knew exactly what to do.

Melody

He didn't even hear me approach as his fingers moved, playing the melody from memory.

I reached out and touched his shoulder, causing the briefest twitch of his body as he kept playing the measure.

I dropped down on my knees next to the bench and saw his eyes glance down to me with curiosity.

The moment his feet moved away from the pedals, I quickly crawled in between his legs, barely fitting in the cramped space.

The notes slightly faltered as my hand ghosted up his leg, cupping his cock in my palm.

I needed to give him more.

Slick

I undid the button and lowered the zipper on his pants.

His hips started moving forward on their own accord.

I grabbed his erect cock, trying to give him the friction he needed.

Pre-cum leaked from his slit and I used to it to make him slick, helping the movement of my hand.

His breathing became short and labored.

Leaning down, I kissed the tip of his swollen head, and began to run my tongue around the rigid underside of his shaft.

The music finally stopped as I felt both of his hands slide into my hair and gently tug.

Crescendo

My right hand rubbed up and down his muscular thigh and my left guided him into my wet mouth.

His taste overwhelmed my tongue and I moaned around his cock, taking his length down my throat.

I felt his leg begin to shake as I cupped his balls in my hand, gently pulling, as I licked him up and down.

I focused on worshiping his cock; swirling my tongue around his head. I could tell he was close to finishing as his breath quickened.

I relaxed my throat even further, swallowing around him. The crescendo of his moans thrilled me.

Melancholy

His murmured whispers of my name came before he did.

He released into my mouth and I swallowed every last drop of his essence.

Giving him one final lick, I finally looked up into his hooded green eyes.

He pulled me up into his lap and kissed me hard.

"That was amazing, baby. God, I love you." he said.

I giggled, glad I was able to alleviate the melancholy he felt earlier.

"Do you think you'll be able to finish that composition later?" I asked.

"No, love. But I do plan on spending the rest of tonight paying you back."