Wicked Games

Rickys stomach was in knots.

He was listening to Chris make arrangements and talk about future plans to their manager. Plans which Ricky was meant to of sorted out. But he hadn't - he was still working on hiring Tim Skold to be their producer and until he had, everything Chris was saying didn't matter. He hadn't told Chris the truth about what happened but he certainly hadn't lied - more exaggeration. He had let Chris believe that Skold was hired and it was all sorted and arranged.
Not that it was too far from the truth, (he had been to meet Tim and tried to hire him) but it was still far enough to make Ricky struggle to sleep the night before and for him to be sat anxiously now as he watched Chris speak.

The singer seemed so excited and Ricky didn't have the heart to tell him it wasn't exactly sorted.

He felt terrible. This was the first time in a while he had seen Chris so happy and so excited about the music - he couldn't take that away from one of his best friends. This band meant the world to them both.

They both wrote the music together and it was during one of their practices when they where alone that Chris had first mentioned Tim Skold. He'd went on to explain he was Marilyn Mansons ex bassist and he had also been a member of KMFDM - two bands who had influenced the new album. Turns out Skold is also a producer and it was then Chris was desperate to get him. Having his influence could do great things for them - they'd worked their asses off to get where they where and lord knows they deserved it.
So Ricky insisted that he would meet up with Skold and ask him. He wanted to show Chris he could do these things, he wanted both him and Chris to prove to their manager that they deserved these things too.

But he had been to see Tim a couple of days ago and well, it didn't go as hoped. The older man seemed rude and uninterested and that didn't work well with Ricky being defensive and obnoxious. So he left.
But this all meant the world to Chris and it was needed that they got him.

He was stuck.

He had to do something and it was only when his phone began to ring did he snap out of his worried daze.

"You going to answer that?" Chris turned to him, Ricky looked to his phone, ready to say no when he noticed the number was a new one.
A number he had only saved days before under the name of "Skold".

"One second" he answered it then excused himself from the room, Chris smiling and nodding before turning and speaking again. He lent against the wall outside the room in the empty corridor.
Trying now not to sound too rude whilst still being his stubborn self "Yeah?"

He heard a chuckle and rolled his eyes. Swallowing his pride was going to be hard.
"Yeahhh" Tim then laughed again down the phone, then taking on a different tone he spoke again "Hey Ricky, so I gave your band a listen, I er, I would like for us to talk again"

Ricky sighed, this was his opportunity to fix the situation.

"Yeah that'd be cool actually" He tried to sound polite, knowing he had to but still not wanting his desperation to show.

"Yes, very...cool" Tim chuckled again but it was short, more like a hiccup and Ricky gritted his teeth in irritation.

"Look um, I'm sorry about the other day I-" Ricky had to do this. It was so unlike him and not what he personally wanted but they needed.
However charming Tim was being right then and however nice his accent was to listen to, he was odd.

"Oh no no, there was fault on both sides perhaps. But now we can talk business because I'd definitely enjoy working with you"

Ricky smiled for what seemed the first time in days, sighing in relief.
"Oh thank you, that'd be awesome. That will be awesome"

"Well, I look forward to it and me and you can have a talk tomorrow, at about 6?" Ricky scanned over his plans for tomorrow in his head, realizing he was free

"Yeah definitely, thank you again" Ricky felt the knots in his stomach untangle, relief washing over him and now understanding Chris' excitement

"Oh no need to thank me." Tims tone was sincere and friendly. However Ricky couldn't let it slide about the other day, when he was at Tims recording studio he wasn't very welcoming. As Tim said at one point himself "I don't associate with people I don't want to associate with" he'd laughed but he was rather distant. Even though he didn't take his eyes off of Ricky. It was just odd and unpleasant experience. Where did this come from?
So whilst he was relaxed, Ricky decided to inquire.

"What's with the sudden change of heart?" he bit his lip, hoping this was okay and appropriate

"I see something in you.... I'll see you tomorrow Ricky" He put the phone down before the guitarist could reply.

He pushed his phone into his pocket. The other day Tim had been actually pretty rude and if he got asked about him then he would of said he was a complete dick. But then, Tim had just been so friendly and well spoken. What the hell was going on?

And what exactly did he see in him?

This guy really got under his skin.

***

Ricky had made his way to the recording studio, the night before had been just as anxious as the previous few but at least now it was mixed with slight excitement. He always liked to think logically and he decided that although he didn't know Tim at all he did seem the kind of guy who wouldn't purposely waste his time. The fact he had called him back, especially after the other meeting, was promising.

He'd assumed Tim would meet him outside and then walk in to his studio together, like last time. So he leaned against the white wall of the building, pulling out a cigarette and beginning to smoke. He thought over briefly about what was going to happen. Chris was so excited and wanted Tim as their producer so much and Ricky had to admit, he did too. But he thought all chances had gone until yesterday, he knew now that he would have to leave his usual obnoxious attitude behind if he wanted Tim to agree.
And that hurt his pride a lot already - the Tim he met seemed smug and he can only imagine how he would be if Ricky had to beg. Ricky hoped though that once he met the guys and worked with them, Skold might show a nicer more laid back side - like on the phone yesterday.

"Haven't been waiting long I hope?" Ricky looked up startled, Tim was stood there smiling.

"No only just got here" Ricky replied, another wave of relief - maybe Tim really was a nice guy.

Ricky's cigarette was still between his fingers as he exhaled and Tim took it away, taking a pull before dropping it to the ground and standing on it firmly. "I don't allow smoking in my studio. Lets go, I'm a busy man."
Actually maybe not.

Ricky couldn't help but huff a little, wanting to storm off from the rude bastard and say fuck you. But this was no time for that. Ricky had to do this. Remembering Chris' excitement that was so rare these days was used as fuel to swallow his pride and continue. They walked through the few hallways coming up to the studio, Tim slightly ahead. He shuffled about quickly unlocking the door to the actual studio too, then held the door open for Ricky, without looking back.

Ricky resisted the urge to sigh again and just walked in, watching as Tim turned and shut the door over. There was a silence in the air - neither of them had spoken since outside and Ricky knew he should begin trying to win Tim over. His brain already imagining Chris being heartbroken at the news that not only was Tim not hired, Ricky had ruined it.

"Look Tim, I'm sorry about the other day. I know how I -" Tim shrugged casually and held his hand up stopping Ricky from continuing.

"Don't worry about it. We have things to discuss." He smiled then, well it was more a smirk as he walked across the room and shuffled through things. "Lets have a drink."

"Oh erm thank you, but I don't drink." Tim paused and turned to him, a odd look on his face. This guy confused Ricky a lot, but it was kind of, interesting. He wanted to know what Tim was really about.

The blonde shrugged then and turned back to Ricky who remembered the discussion with Chris the first time he was coming here. Chris was so nervous and telling him all the things to tell Tim: the number of albums, band members and roles as well as important dates etc. So Ricky tried to be casual as he spoke again.
"Well I'm not sure what you know about us but this will be our second album and -"

"Don't worry about all that. I'll be producing you're next. We can sort out all the technicalities another time" he was friendly again but Rickys nerves where still uneasy

"Look, thank you, this really means a lot to us, I'm looking forward to the recording" Ricky too was trying to sound polite and the confirmation was relaxing him. But there was something about Tim that was... strange. Not so much that he didn't believe him or that he was crazy. More so different, unique and kind of alluring.

"Well, I know we can figure something out. Most of me is won over." He smirked again, staring at Ricky. Like the other day. The dark haired man shuffled,

"Most of you?" Ricky was worried again, all them horrible fears of having to go back to Chris and tell him they need to find somebody else where floating around his head. He could picture the sadness and concern in his frontmans eyes and that hurt him a lot more than he would ever admit.

Tim chuckled - the chuckle that was short and laced with smugness. The chuckle that Ricky already hated. It was then Ricky thought maybe Tim got to him because they where both as obnoxious as each other. They both liked to press peoples buttons and laugh. However Ricky was not used to somebody else like this and didn't like it one bit.
Tim however was acting like he was in control, which he was, however he had another thing coming if he expected Ricky to just back down.

Which is why, when Tim walked forward, standing close, the younger man decided to stay in place and act casual. Show no sign of weakness.

"You could always show me how much I'm needed I mean, I'm not convinced." Ricky had to look away then, biting his tongue. Thinking the same words. Don't back down.

Tim gripped his shoulders and Ricky gasped, the older man leaning forward and... kissing? He suddenly felt very stupid - the smirks, the staring and Tim asking for him specifically. He wasn't trying to piss him off, he was trying to get into his pants.
And Ricky still wasn't going to roll over and let him take him, he would not submit.

So he kissed back, gripping Tims shirt as their mouths roughly crashed into each other. Their tongues brushing against one another and Ricky gripped harder.
He felt Tim release one of his shoulders and suddenly grope in between his legs making his eyes shoot open in surprise. Tim just moved his head to his neck, kissing and stilling moving his hand roughly making Ricky moan and gasp already - this was happening quickly.

Tim backed away, looking at Ricky again, like he had done a lot but now it was clear what it was. The look wasn't annoying, it was... hot. It said "I want you".
He turned throwing his shirt off and pushing a chair, "Sit"

Ricky couldn't help but walk over and sit down, he wasn't sure what had just happened but he was sure he wanted more of it.
He placed himself on the chair that was pushed against the wall, looking up Tims body; he was pretty sure Tim was in his late 40s, how the hell was he still so toned and just well, put together?

Just... sexy.

He startled Ricky however when he positioned himself in front of him, on his knees. Leaning his head forward and lifting Rickys shirt who took this as indication to remove it all together.

Tims mouth then moved back to Rickys neck and started to move, leaving a trail of kisses down his body in a way that made him shudder.
He stopped under his belly button making Ricky whimper slightly.

Was he going to?

"Lift your hips" Tim breathed out as he began unbuckling Rickys belt, pushing his underwear and pants down when the younger man moved his hips upwards.

He was.

Ricky exhaled sharply, his bare butt now slightly cold against the leather of the seat and he looked down, his mouth hanging open as Tim continued on. Like he was on a mission.

He wrapped his lips around the tip of the half hard dick and swirled his tongue around gently. Immediately hearing soft moans. He continued on, now that he had his mouth around Rickys dick he was content with what would happen next and eager to give pleasure. He began to suck and move around and could see Ricky beginning to writhe and moan even more - already excited at how he would look underneath him as he fucked him as hard as he had wanted to.

Ricky was already trembling, it had been a long time without this, and even long since the last time he was with a guy. Well since Chris, and he looked down to see Tims head now moving back and forth. Something was just so sexy about it, something he shouldn't be doing but it felt so hot, so, right.

Tims mouth felt unbelievable and Ricky wasn't sure if it was his age but something made him so good at it. He knew exactly what to do to make Ricky moan and shudder. His back was arched and his head tipped as his dick felt so pleasured. He was always so vocal, he couldn't help it. Especially when somebody was as good as Tim was right then.

Tim slowed down, looking up to watch Ricky in that beautiful state as he gliding his mouth down and off gently, still moving his tongue in just the right way to keep the younger man whining and gripping the material slightly.

Ricky physically whimpered when it stopped, watching in worry as Tim walked over the other side of the room. However he sighed in relief when the older man began to unbuckle his belt and stayed looking for something.

Those few minutes of Tim shuffling about and Ricky sitting down did not seem to last long, it was all so fluid, as messy as it sounds. It was so natural and good and they both wanted it so much right then.

Tim returned to a similar position and he began to jerk himself, Ricky quickly noticing the lube that was there and thinking what kind of guy Tim must be to keep that sort of thing laying around. Well, if Ricky was honest, the kind of guy that he himself probably was. However the quick thought of Chris finding out about this suddenly popped into his mind and he felt his cheeks blush a little.

But, Tims hands gripping his thighs forcing the smaller man to lean back.

"Ready for me?" Tim smirked, the smirk Ricky hated at first, now looked so flawless and seductive and made him want him in ways he'd only wanted one other before.

He nodded and Tim pushed in, slowly moving his hips but quickly positioning his hands on the dark haired guitarists hips. Piercing blue eyes glared at each other on them few moments, on the first slow few thrusts as the both adjusted.
Ricky making broken moans and gripping the hard leather of the seat. But he wasn't the only who was making noises or showing pleasure. Tim was beginning to moan lowly and began biting his lip as he changed the speed of the thrusts.

"So fucking tight" he mumbled as he began to speed up.

Ricky was shifting and moaning and trying to get it to feel as good as it could. And then it did. That sensation that made all his lower regions stand on edge and tingle beautifully, it gave him goosebumps all over his body and made him make such loud whiny noises.

He gasped though as the thrusts got rougher, pushing him further into the seat whilst still brushing against the thing inside him perfectly. Again, Tim knew exactly what to do.

The thrusts became faster and Ricky began to writhe even more, whiny out "Oh fuck" every so often as Tim bucked his hips hard and fast and just perfect. He moved one hand, now grabbing the back of the chair hard. Using it as support as his hips fastened and it made Ricky arch even further, reveling in the pleasure the older man was giving so generously.
Ricky looked up briefly, noticing how Tims lip was firmly between his teeth and the look of pleasure on his face. Not to mention how his arms where gripping his hips and chair in a way that defined the outline fiercely.

This was all so rushed, they where still partially dressed and Tim was so eager. This turned Ricky on a lot and the mental stimulation was there through the intense pleasured waves that he was laying among. His whole body tingling and his crotch area feeling on the brink on something explosive.
He was still calling out "Oh fuck" and "Shit" and he wasn't sure how much more he could take.

The thrusts where fast and hard and sent him backwards and forwards with each hit. Whereas Tim was kind of amazed that not only had he handled the roughness when he clearly wasn't too experienced, but that he seemed to love it.
He had became a writhing, whiny mess underneath him. Clutching onto the chair desperately, tipping his head and closing his eyes tight. Tim had to admit it was a very nice sight.
One he had hoped to achieve when he first saw Ricky.

Of course Tim always got who he wanted.
It was improved when Ricky began to touch himself, Tim chuckled when he heard the light gasps as the younger man first stroked. You always felt more sensitive during this.

Rickys eyes opened softly and his mouth trembled as he spoke "I'm... I'm g-going to cum."

Ricky felt it approach him, felt himself on the brink of something beautiful. And as Tim moved to grip his hips, he himself looking like he was close as he said "Cum for me"
He began to stroke himself faster and it hit him. "Fuck, fuck FUCKKKK"
He arched himself letting the pleasure wash over him in the best way possible.

Tim reveling in the fact he had gotten him just how he wanted as he pushed all the way in, gripping hard and groaning loudly. His own orgasm taking over and making him weak at the knees. So so good.

The both breathed loudly slowing down completely when they pulled a part. Giving their bodies a rest after what seemed to be a lot of movement.

Tim stumbled about a little and picked up a towel, Ricky watched, his eyes lidded in exhaustion as Tim wiped himself and pulled his pants up. Ricky noticed then he was still half naked and moved his shaking hands to pull up his own jeans, his breathing still heavy.

And, as Tim lit a cigarette, contradicting his earlier statement, whilst opening the door and saying
"I look forward to working with you Ricky" with a smirk, Ricky began to feel like a cheap whore.

Well at least Chris would be happy.