"I'm pretty sure they'd let you reschedule. Being a famous rock star and all," he hinted, leaning over to trace his fingertips over Heath's chest, and then leaned over further to lick at the trail of evidence of Heath's orgasm off his stomach. "Hmmm. You're delicious, you know that?" He tilted his head. "Or, I could come with you, and fuck you in the dressing room. Although that would certainly start the rumor mill, I suppose, you crying out for more while I suck your cock?" He tsked playfully. "Such a wasted opportunity."