(We're so bad! XD)
Matt dug his nails into the flesh of Brian's hips and slammed his pelvis into the man currently bottoming out beneath him, feeling the blunt head of his cock brush against Brian's prostate with each deep thrust. He glanced down at the spiky haired man beneath him, loving the flush to his cheeks, the way Brian screwed his eyes closed as pleasurable waves rolled through him. His ego was getting a major boost knowing that he was doing it, he was making his friend moan like a cheap whore. He leaned forward and slid his hand over the guitarist's weeping cock, stroking it in time with the fast pace he'd set for them both. He felt Brian arch up into him as he came, sending spurt after spurt of sticky hot cum running down his hand and all over their stomachs. Brian clenching around his cock was what tipped him over the edge, had him cumming the hardest he had cum in a very long time as he milked his orgasm and continued to drive shallow thrusts into Brian's ass.
He collapsed on top of the lead guitarist, sweat pouring down his forehead as he came down from the incredible high he'd been given. He placed a soft kiss against Brian's overheated skin and pulled out of him, smirking as Brian winced.
***
The walk back to the van was silent, but not uncomfortably so. They both knew this was bound to happen sooner or later, the sexual tension between the two men was palpable. Matt felt a sudden urge to grab Brian's hand and feel his cool skin brush against his own calloused palm, wanted to tell Brian just how much the annoying and sometimes self centred idiot actually meant to him, but he couldn't work up the courage to open his mouth. Opening the doors to the makeshift home from home, Matt noticed the beds had been changed around, the sleeping arrangements altered. He smirked at Brian as Johnny told them the revised order and climbed in after Brian who had jumped over their three band mates and dived into his sleeping bag. Matt crawled over the four of them, apologising for stepping on Zacky's head as he lumbered into his own bed. He loved that he and Brian were so close together, only a piece of thin material separating them. The others quickly drifted off to sleep, tired from the kick ass show they had played that night and wanting to get some much needed rest for the drive to the next show in the morning. Matt sat up slightly and, looking over the intricate spikes of Brian's hair, he saw that his band mates all had their backs to the secret couple. He leaned forward and placed his hand at the back of Brian's head, pulling him forward and placed a soft kiss against those thin lips he had come to adore. He relished in the other man's taste, sliding his tongue into Brian's mouth and kissing him, slowly, softly, passionately. Hearing Brian whimper, he tugged on the guitarist's hand and motioned for him to undo the zip on his own sleeping bag, wrapping his strong arms around Brian, grinding his already prominent erection into Brian's crotch.
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Matt dug his nails into the flesh of Brian's hips and slammed his pelvis into the man currently bottoming out beneath him, feeling the blunt head of his cock brush against Brian's prostate with each deep thrust. He glanced down at the spiky haired man beneath him, loving the flush to his cheeks, the way Brian screwed his eyes closed as pleasurable waves rolled through him. His ego was getting a major boost knowing that he was doing it, he was making his friend moan like a cheap whore. He leaned forward and slid his hand over the guitarist's weeping cock, stroking it in time with the fast pace he'd set for them both. He felt Brian arch up into him as he came, sending spurt after spurt of sticky hot cum running down his hand and all over their stomachs. Brian clenching around his cock was what tipped him over the edge, had him cumming the hardest he had cum in a very long time as he milked his orgasm and continued to drive shallow thrusts into Brian's ass.
He collapsed on top of the lead guitarist, sweat pouring down his forehead as he came down from the incredible high he'd been given. He placed a soft kiss against Brian's overheated skin and pulled out of him, smirking as Brian winced.
***
The walk back to the van was silent, but not uncomfortably so. They both knew this was bound to happen sooner or later, the sexual tension between the two men was palpable. Matt felt a sudden urge to grab Brian's hand and feel his cool skin brush against his own calloused palm, wanted to tell Brian just how much the annoying and sometimes self centred idiot actually meant to him, but he couldn't work up the courage to open his mouth. Opening the doors to the makeshift home from home, Matt noticed the beds had been changed around, the sleeping arrangements altered. He smirked at Brian as Johnny told them the revised order and climbed in after Brian who had jumped over their three band mates and dived into his sleeping bag. Matt crawled over the four of them, apologising for stepping on Zacky's head as he lumbered into his own bed. He loved that he and Brian were so close together, only a piece of thin material separating them. The others quickly drifted off to sleep, tired from the kick ass show they had played that night and wanting to get some much needed rest for the drive to the next show in the morning. Matt sat up slightly and, looking over the intricate spikes of Brian's hair, he saw that his band mates all had their backs to the secret couple. He leaned forward and placed his hand at the back of Brian's head, pulling him forward and placed a soft kiss against those thin lips he had come to adore. He relished in the other man's taste, sliding his tongue into Brian's mouth and kissing him, slowly, softly, passionately. Hearing Brian whimper, he tugged on the guitarist's hand and motioned for him to undo the zip on his own sleeping bag, wrapping his strong arms around Brian, grinding his already prominent erection into Brian's crotch.
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July 16th, 2013 at 06:28pm