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Title: The Best Laid Plans
Author: alex1008
Pairing: Pierre/David
Rating: NC17
POV: Third person, Pierre omniscient.
Summary: With Halloween just around the corner, his band mates were especially vigilant as they knew that when David set his mind on something, anything could happen.
Disclaimer: About as real as Mr. Desrosiers' hair colour. Oh yes, I went there.
Author Notes: DRESS!David fic. A little late, I know, but still, here it is. It’s also my first time writing something smutty and not angst written, so be gentle. Also, un-beta’d, but I’m pretty good at getting massive mistakes. Anything staring you in the face is my mistake. I’m posting this because firstly, I spent forever on it, even if it doesn’t show, and secondly, my lovely gay friend liked it, so I’m assuming it’s not all eight cans of shit rolled into one. It’s a bit fluffier than I wanted, but still. Who can blame me for producing P/D porn and fluff?
Word Count: Approx. 3228
Warnings: Adult themes; cross dressing, slight fluff.
He had that look about him.
Pierre had come to know that look well over the many years in which they’d known each other. From the wide and devious smile to the sparkle in his eyes; this look was the one that David wore when he was up to something. Whenever the bassist’s face lit up with this particular expression, the rest of the band knew they had to watch themselves.
Simple Plan had learnt that with David, they had to expect the unexpected, as nobody, not even the man himself, knew what would happen next. From shot putting fridges out windows to cling wrap over the toilet seat, there was nothing David wouldn’t do. He never needed a particular excuse to stir up trouble; he just did it for the joy he felt when he pulled off a particularly spectacular practical joke. Pierre especially had learnt when the dark haired man envisioned something; everyone else would eventually see it too. With Halloween just around the corner, his band mates were especially vigilant as they knew that when David set his mind on something, anything could happen.
The day had been fairly uneventful by Simple Plan standards. There had been no public nudity, no expired food eaten and no surprise pranks from the mischievous bassist. This was why Pierre was so anxious; he knew the bassist too well to believe he would let this day go buy uneventfully. He spent the day double checking doors and feeling every available surface tentatively to make sure it hadn’t been tainted somehow. He’d expected fishing wire in doorways, and cling wrap across toilet seats, but he had found nothing. That was probably the most unexpected thing Pierre had ever experienced on any given Halloween.
Just before they had gone on stage that night, Pierre had questioned the bassist repeatedly, not believing the younger man when he had assured him that no, he was not planning a practical joke on the vocalist.
“Trust me Pierre,” David had whispered against Pierre’s mouth, fingers threaded through the other man’s tresses, “You’re not gonna be humiliated.”
Then with a coy wink at his boyfriend, David had turned on his heel and left, not appearing again until he entered the stage, bass slung over his shoulder. Still, Pierre couldn’t shake the paranoid feeling lingering in the pit of his stomach. Quick glances over at the younger man during the show had done nothing to satisfy his quest for answers- the bassist appeared to be the same as he normally was, but the look on his face told Pierre that maybe his worrying was justified. He had never been more on edge throughout a show, he had never been anticipating something so much and he could bet that other members of the band were feeling the same way too.
The singer remained on edge the entire night, waiting for the moment that still had not come. Maybe the bastard was telling the truth, he wondered as he stood before the crowd to open their final song. Maybe he isn’t actually planning anything.
Focusing on his guitar, Pierre began strumming the notes for the familiar song, letting his mind go and allowing his muscles to take over. His eyes took in the sea of people before him, yelling every word back at him as he continued to play. Now he was just waiting for the rest of the band to join him on stage to finish the song. His eyes moved down to the neck of his guitar as he heard Chuck pound out his beginning beats. It was then his eyes moved to David.
Having seemingly appeared from nowhere, the bassist now stood before him, a self satisfied grin upon his face. Pierre’s eyes raked over the other man’s body, taking in the sight before him as he froze slightly. There he was, proud and shameless, clothed only in an extremely short dress. Pierre felt the shock slip away as a smile fought its way onto his own face, retreating a few steps before launching himself off the ground.
He held back a laugh as he slipped his guitar off and threw it to the side of the stage where someone would be waiting for it. His eyes fell back onto David as he pranced around stage, uninhibited in the dress he was surprisingly comfortable in. He knew the bassist could feel his eyes on him and could just picture the sly grin on his face as the man’s hand slid from his instrument and to his own behind, catching on the dresses hem and tugging the material higher up his ass. The only clear thought in Pierre’s head was the extreme gratefulness that he himself had chosen to wear loose fitting pants that night, because seeing his boyfriend in drag had caused Pierre to become aroused embarrassingly quickly.
From that moment, Pierre could barely focus upon the task of finishing the song he knew so well. The only thing he could think of was dragging David to a darkened corner backstage and showing him exactly what he thought of the man’s little ‘prank’. It only got worse as the song progressed, David taking his flirting to entirely unexpected levels, showing Pierre exactly what he could be having, what he would be having.
Pierre would never be able to tell you how he lasted through that entire song.
It didn’t take Pierre long to exit the stage after the final notes were sounded. Almost sprinting away from the open space, he frantically searched for the bassist, wondering where he could have disappeared to.
“Looking for someone?”
The vocalist jumped, turning in the direction the voice had come from. There he stood, propped up against a darkened brick wall, the shadows falling over his fine features. His black fedora was now being twisted through his fingers as he eyed Pierre up and down. The vocalist gulped and then allowed himself a smirk.
“I’ve found them now.”
And with that, Pierre closed the gap between them, covering the short distance within a few steps. He leant over the slender man before him, hand planted on the wall above his head. “So,” he whispered, allowing his lips to graze over David’s forehead. “Was this what you had planned all along?” asked the vocalist, emphasising the word ‘this’ by dragging his fingertips along the hemline of David’s skirt. David’s impish smile grew as he leaned his leg into Pierre’s touch. He arched off the wall, letting his face draw impossibly closer to the other man’s. His lips passed over the stubbled cheek, ghosting towards the older man’s ear.
“Pretty much,” he whispered huskily, letting his tongue dart out to circle the shell of Pierre’s ear. “Now, what do you say to you and me fulfilling the rest of my plans?”
The older of the two did not answer verbally, but chose to quickly back away and slip his fingers around David’s slender wrist. It seemed as though verbal communication had been forgotten as Pierre dragged David through the endless amount of dark corridors in the backstage area. He stopped abruptly in front of a janitorial, looking around them as he slid his free hand over the door knob.
“In here.” He whispered, turning to shoot another grin at David.
The bassist slid his unoccupied hand over the point where the other was crossed with Pierre’s. He brought himself up to the tips of his toes, aligning his torso with the tight lines of the singer’s body. He brought his lips close to the other man’s ear before turning to bury his grin in Pierre’s neck. He allowed himself to be pulled through the doorway, beginning to lay hot, open mouthed kisses on his partner’s exposed skin. The older man guided them past the open door before he disentangled their bodies and turned to close the door behind him, locking the door with a soft click. The taller of the two then turned to face his lover, bringing his hand up to cup David’s cheek as he stepped closer. Pierre leaned down as the other man leaned up, letting their lips meet in their first real post show kiss. Their mouths moved together, moulding to compliment the shape of the other set of lips. David could feel Pierre’s tongue wasting no time as it darted out to trace the bassist’s lips, causing the younger mans mouth to fall open, granting Pierre the permission he craved.
They stood near the door for what seemed like an age, lips staying connected and hands wandering lightly over clothed skin. David could feel the other man’s calloused hands sliding lower and lower down his body, sensing as he gathered bits of the dress between his fingers and then letting the material slide back through his grasp. Eager for more contact, David slid his fingers beneath the sweat drenched t-shirt Pierre was wearing, letting his nimble fingers dance along the skin above the singer’s waistband. Hearing Pierre grunt heavily beneath his touch only sparked David’s urge even further, determined to have his lover squirming beneath him- after all, that was what he had hoped to achieve with this ‘prank.’
The bassist moved his lips, letting them slide over Pierre’s jaw line, grazing the stubble prickling the man’s cheek. Slowly, his mouth traced a path to the older man’s ear, tongue darting out occasionally as he paused to suckle lightly on different areas of the other man’s skin. He slid his hands further up beneath the material of Pierre’s shirt, letting his fingertips ghost over the man’s supple body. He could feel his lover’s lips moving to his neck, focusing all of his attention on the sensitive area. David let out a low moan as Pierre nipped lightly at his skin, bringing his hips to meet those of the bassist. The younger man pushed his hands up further, before sliding them back down again, letting his fingers catch the bottom of his lover’s shirt, twisting the material between his digits. He tugged; lifting the shirt over the plane of Pierre’s back, appreciating the feeling of the hot skin under his touch. The pair pulled apart as Pierre’s shirt was pulled over his head and thrown to the side. David moved his hands from where they had come to rest on the singer’s muscular chest and brought them down to the bottom of his dress, clearly aiming to rid himself of the garment. He was quickly stopped by the other man’s hands stilling his movements.
“No,” Pierre murmured to David’s confusion. “Leave it on.”
David broke into an impish grin, letting his head roll back as the taller of the two slowly slid his hands further down the slim lines of his partner’s body, slipping his fingers underneath the hemline of David’s dress, letting the hardened tips ghost higher and higher until they had the skirt bunched around David’s waist.
Pierre leaned down, bringing his mouth to kiss the skin below the other man’s ear. “Wanna suck you off so bad.” He whispered, before returning his mouth to the man’s jaw line pressing wet, open mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin.
“Fucking do it then,” David gasped out, sounding almost desperate. He could feel the mouth bestowing kisses upon him spread into a sly smile, before moving to his Adam’s apple. The man gasped as Pierre’s tongue darted out, tracing invisible patterns onto his skin. He could feel Pierre working determinedly, intent on marking the pale skin. Curling his hands into tight fists, David let out another breathy moan, knowing that this was just a taste of what was to come. The lips left his neck as Pierre leaned his head in once more, but this time pressing a kiss to his boyfriend’s mouth. He grinned once more before slowly sliding to his knees, keeping his hands tangled in the hem of David’s skirt.
Once eye level with David’s crotch, Pierre licked his lips before biting the bottom one. He let out a sigh of disbelief before raising his eyes to look at the other man. “You actually wore women’s underwear?” he asked, leaning in to begin nibbling at the skin on David’s inner thighs.
“Wanted to, uh...God... I wanted the, uh... The full effect.”
Pierre hummed to himself, dropping one hand from where it was gathered in the dress so that it could pull the lacy panties away from David’s skin. The man’s cock sprang forwards as it was freed from its material prison, already more than half hard. The singer smirked again. “Eager, I see...”
David grunted, thrusting his hips slightly as an obvious hint to Pierre. “Fucking... Just...Get on with it.”
From his position on his knees, Pierre regarded his boyfriend with a final wink before leaning in and wrapping his lips around the head of David’s cock. The bassist let out a long loud moan as he attempted to thrust his hips forward, but was stilled by the arm the singer had pinned across his hips. Pierre sucked lightly, letting his tongue flit across the slit as he brought his unoccupied hand to wrap around the base of David’s cock. He squeezed his hand tighter as he slowly began to pump his fist bringing it up to meet his lips. He began pumping in a regular rhythm as his tongue started to swirl around the head. He could feel the man above him continually trying to bring his hips forward and further into the wet heat of his lover’s mouth. Pierre could hear David whimpering slightly as his body reacted to the pleasure it was feeling. He looked up, lips still working on the head of David’s cock, and was greeted with the sight of a near boneless bassist. David’s head had rolled back and was propped up against the wall, eyes closed and mouth closed around his fist, muffling his sounds of pleasure.
Returning his focus to the task at hand, Pierre moved his mouth further down David’s cock, hollowing his cheeks as his warm mouth enclosed the throbbing member. His tongue danced along the underside, tracing the stretch of vein he had fit into his mouth. As he slid his lips further down, Pierre moved his hand from the base to toy lightly with the younger man’s balls. As his hand changed locations, the vocalist felt one of David’s hands become entangled in his hair, letting out a low moan around the bassist’s cock as he felt his hair straining against his scalp.
Pierre started swallowing around the throbbing member, mouth now reaching over halfway down David’s length. Bobbing his head, the singer moved further and further down, feeling David’s control slipping from the bassists grasp. The hand in his hair was gripping tighter and he could tell the younger man was reaching his climax. Eager to bring his boyfriend to the ultimate point of vulnerability, the older man sucked harder, fingers still fondling David’s balls. He slid the hand on David’s balls further back, going to lightly tease the bassist’s entrance.
Circling the puckered hole with his index finger, Pierre flicked his tongue lightly across the slit of David’s dick. The younger man had thus given up trying to control his sounds and was moaning freely, having always loved the feeling of penetration. The singer pressed against David’s entrance more firmly as his mouth relaxed around the bassist, taking him in even further. He could feel the grittiness of David hot and heavy on his tongue as he went further. He could feel the tip of David’s cock getting closer to the back of his throat. Pierre let his eyes slip shut, allowing the sounds of David’s moan to fill his ears as he began trying to relax the muscles in his throat.
He knew it was coming, but it was still a surprise when the head of David’s cock hit the back of Pierre’s throat. Gagging only slightly, Pierre kept his mouth in place, swallowing around the entire length. Simultaneously, he pushed forward with his finger, letting it enter David. The closet was suddenly filled with the sounds of screaming as the bassist allowed his pleasure to overtake him. The singer moved his finger slightly inside David, crooking it as he searched for that spot inside David. The younger man let out a near sob, writhing beneath his boyfriend’s hands as the finger within him brushed against his prostate. Encouraged by David’s reaction, Pierre moved his finger over the same place again, swallowing once again around the length of the man’s cock.
Being on the receiving end of so many sensory pleasures had become too much for David. He let out a final desperate moan, and then he was coming. Short, sharp bursts of cum were spilling from David and Pierre willingly accepted, swallowing as the salty essence shot into his mouth and down his throat. The singer drew back, removing his mouth from David’s cock with a slight pop. Sitting back on his haunches, Pierre looked up through his lashes at his boyfriend’s face. Eyes closed, mouth slack, the bassist was the image of spent, one hand resting limply at his side, the other propped up on his shoulder. The older man felt a surge of arousal race through him reminding him of his own neglected erection, straining against his pants.
Suddenly, David was kneeling beside him, exhaustion still obvious on his features, but now mixed with a look of determination. The bassist’s skilled fingers slipped to the waistband of his pants, deftly undoing the button and sliding down the fly in an almost rushed manner. Biting his lip, David moved his hand beneath the waistband of Pierre’s boxers, curling his fingers in a loose fist around Pierre. The older man tipped his head back, letting out another moan as the calloused fingers set to work, intent on bringing him off quickly. David settled into a hurried rhythm, wiping his thumb over the slit of Pierre’s member, using the pre cum as a makeshift lubrication to assist him in bringing the singer to orgasm.
“Come on Pierre,” a growl was emitted from David as he tightened his fist around Pierre, feeling the man shudder beneath his touch. “Come for me, baby.” He whispered, twisting his wrist to emphasise his point.
And that line was the clincher. Letting out a string of profanities, Pierre was tipped over the edge, feeling a hot white light behind his closed eyelids. He came, spilling his seed into David’s skilled hand.
Breathing heavily, Pierre turned to David, lips seeking those of the bassist, eager for a kiss. The two musicians slumped up against a wall together; both panting as they slowly came down from their high. The bassist reached over the slight gap between them, searching for Pierre’s fingers, lacing their hands together when he found his target. The singer let his head drop to the side, resting on David’s shoulder.
“Hey Dave?”
The bassist acknowledged him exhaustedly, too tired to open his eyes.
“We have to get going soon, the guys’ll be looking for us.”
David snorted. “It’s not like they have no idea what we’re doing.”
The pair was silent for another few moments, both having mostly regained their breath.
“Hey Pierre?”
This time the singer let out a grunt, letting David know he was paying attention.
“Next Halloween; you wear the dress.”
Author: alex1008
Pairing: Pierre/David
Rating: NC17
POV: Third person, Pierre omniscient.
Summary: With Halloween just around the corner, his band mates were especially vigilant as they knew that when David set his mind on something, anything could happen.
Disclaimer: About as real as Mr. Desrosiers' hair colour. Oh yes, I went there.
Author Notes: DRESS!David fic. A little late, I know, but still, here it is. It’s also my first time writing something smutty and not angst written, so be gentle. Also, un-beta’d, but I’m pretty good at getting massive mistakes. Anything staring you in the face is my mistake. I’m posting this because firstly, I spent forever on it, even if it doesn’t show, and secondly, my lovely gay friend liked it, so I’m assuming it’s not all eight cans of shit rolled into one. It’s a bit fluffier than I wanted, but still. Who can blame me for producing P/D porn and fluff?
Word Count: Approx. 3228
Warnings: Adult themes; cross dressing, slight fluff.
He had that look about him.
Pierre had come to know that look well over the many years in which they’d known each other. From the wide and devious smile to the sparkle in his eyes; this look was the one that David wore when he was up to something. Whenever the bassist’s face lit up with this particular expression, the rest of the band knew they had to watch themselves.
Simple Plan had learnt that with David, they had to expect the unexpected, as nobody, not even the man himself, knew what would happen next. From shot putting fridges out windows to cling wrap over the toilet seat, there was nothing David wouldn’t do. He never needed a particular excuse to stir up trouble; he just did it for the joy he felt when he pulled off a particularly spectacular practical joke. Pierre especially had learnt when the dark haired man envisioned something; everyone else would eventually see it too. With Halloween just around the corner, his band mates were especially vigilant as they knew that when David set his mind on something, anything could happen.
The day had been fairly uneventful by Simple Plan standards. There had been no public nudity, no expired food eaten and no surprise pranks from the mischievous bassist. This was why Pierre was so anxious; he knew the bassist too well to believe he would let this day go buy uneventfully. He spent the day double checking doors and feeling every available surface tentatively to make sure it hadn’t been tainted somehow. He’d expected fishing wire in doorways, and cling wrap across toilet seats, but he had found nothing. That was probably the most unexpected thing Pierre had ever experienced on any given Halloween.
Just before they had gone on stage that night, Pierre had questioned the bassist repeatedly, not believing the younger man when he had assured him that no, he was not planning a practical joke on the vocalist.
“Trust me Pierre,” David had whispered against Pierre’s mouth, fingers threaded through the other man’s tresses, “You’re not gonna be humiliated.”
Then with a coy wink at his boyfriend, David had turned on his heel and left, not appearing again until he entered the stage, bass slung over his shoulder. Still, Pierre couldn’t shake the paranoid feeling lingering in the pit of his stomach. Quick glances over at the younger man during the show had done nothing to satisfy his quest for answers- the bassist appeared to be the same as he normally was, but the look on his face told Pierre that maybe his worrying was justified. He had never been more on edge throughout a show, he had never been anticipating something so much and he could bet that other members of the band were feeling the same way too.
The singer remained on edge the entire night, waiting for the moment that still had not come. Maybe the bastard was telling the truth, he wondered as he stood before the crowd to open their final song. Maybe he isn’t actually planning anything.
Focusing on his guitar, Pierre began strumming the notes for the familiar song, letting his mind go and allowing his muscles to take over. His eyes took in the sea of people before him, yelling every word back at him as he continued to play. Now he was just waiting for the rest of the band to join him on stage to finish the song. His eyes moved down to the neck of his guitar as he heard Chuck pound out his beginning beats. It was then his eyes moved to David.
Having seemingly appeared from nowhere, the bassist now stood before him, a self satisfied grin upon his face. Pierre’s eyes raked over the other man’s body, taking in the sight before him as he froze slightly. There he was, proud and shameless, clothed only in an extremely short dress. Pierre felt the shock slip away as a smile fought its way onto his own face, retreating a few steps before launching himself off the ground.
He held back a laugh as he slipped his guitar off and threw it to the side of the stage where someone would be waiting for it. His eyes fell back onto David as he pranced around stage, uninhibited in the dress he was surprisingly comfortable in. He knew the bassist could feel his eyes on him and could just picture the sly grin on his face as the man’s hand slid from his instrument and to his own behind, catching on the dresses hem and tugging the material higher up his ass. The only clear thought in Pierre’s head was the extreme gratefulness that he himself had chosen to wear loose fitting pants that night, because seeing his boyfriend in drag had caused Pierre to become aroused embarrassingly quickly.
From that moment, Pierre could barely focus upon the task of finishing the song he knew so well. The only thing he could think of was dragging David to a darkened corner backstage and showing him exactly what he thought of the man’s little ‘prank’. It only got worse as the song progressed, David taking his flirting to entirely unexpected levels, showing Pierre exactly what he could be having, what he would be having.
Pierre would never be able to tell you how he lasted through that entire song.
It didn’t take Pierre long to exit the stage after the final notes were sounded. Almost sprinting away from the open space, he frantically searched for the bassist, wondering where he could have disappeared to.
“Looking for someone?”
The vocalist jumped, turning in the direction the voice had come from. There he stood, propped up against a darkened brick wall, the shadows falling over his fine features. His black fedora was now being twisted through his fingers as he eyed Pierre up and down. The vocalist gulped and then allowed himself a smirk.
“I’ve found them now.”
And with that, Pierre closed the gap between them, covering the short distance within a few steps. He leant over the slender man before him, hand planted on the wall above his head. “So,” he whispered, allowing his lips to graze over David’s forehead. “Was this what you had planned all along?” asked the vocalist, emphasising the word ‘this’ by dragging his fingertips along the hemline of David’s skirt. David’s impish smile grew as he leaned his leg into Pierre’s touch. He arched off the wall, letting his face draw impossibly closer to the other man’s. His lips passed over the stubbled cheek, ghosting towards the older man’s ear.
“Pretty much,” he whispered huskily, letting his tongue dart out to circle the shell of Pierre’s ear. “Now, what do you say to you and me fulfilling the rest of my plans?”
The older of the two did not answer verbally, but chose to quickly back away and slip his fingers around David’s slender wrist. It seemed as though verbal communication had been forgotten as Pierre dragged David through the endless amount of dark corridors in the backstage area. He stopped abruptly in front of a janitorial, looking around them as he slid his free hand over the door knob.
“In here.” He whispered, turning to shoot another grin at David.
The bassist slid his unoccupied hand over the point where the other was crossed with Pierre’s. He brought himself up to the tips of his toes, aligning his torso with the tight lines of the singer’s body. He brought his lips close to the other man’s ear before turning to bury his grin in Pierre’s neck. He allowed himself to be pulled through the doorway, beginning to lay hot, open mouthed kisses on his partner’s exposed skin. The older man guided them past the open door before he disentangled their bodies and turned to close the door behind him, locking the door with a soft click. The taller of the two then turned to face his lover, bringing his hand up to cup David’s cheek as he stepped closer. Pierre leaned down as the other man leaned up, letting their lips meet in their first real post show kiss. Their mouths moved together, moulding to compliment the shape of the other set of lips. David could feel Pierre’s tongue wasting no time as it darted out to trace the bassist’s lips, causing the younger mans mouth to fall open, granting Pierre the permission he craved.
They stood near the door for what seemed like an age, lips staying connected and hands wandering lightly over clothed skin. David could feel the other man’s calloused hands sliding lower and lower down his body, sensing as he gathered bits of the dress between his fingers and then letting the material slide back through his grasp. Eager for more contact, David slid his fingers beneath the sweat drenched t-shirt Pierre was wearing, letting his nimble fingers dance along the skin above the singer’s waistband. Hearing Pierre grunt heavily beneath his touch only sparked David’s urge even further, determined to have his lover squirming beneath him- after all, that was what he had hoped to achieve with this ‘prank.’
The bassist moved his lips, letting them slide over Pierre’s jaw line, grazing the stubble prickling the man’s cheek. Slowly, his mouth traced a path to the older man’s ear, tongue darting out occasionally as he paused to suckle lightly on different areas of the other man’s skin. He slid his hands further up beneath the material of Pierre’s shirt, letting his fingertips ghost over the man’s supple body. He could feel his lover’s lips moving to his neck, focusing all of his attention on the sensitive area. David let out a low moan as Pierre nipped lightly at his skin, bringing his hips to meet those of the bassist. The younger man pushed his hands up further, before sliding them back down again, letting his fingers catch the bottom of his lover’s shirt, twisting the material between his digits. He tugged; lifting the shirt over the plane of Pierre’s back, appreciating the feeling of the hot skin under his touch. The pair pulled apart as Pierre’s shirt was pulled over his head and thrown to the side. David moved his hands from where they had come to rest on the singer’s muscular chest and brought them down to the bottom of his dress, clearly aiming to rid himself of the garment. He was quickly stopped by the other man’s hands stilling his movements.
“No,” Pierre murmured to David’s confusion. “Leave it on.”
David broke into an impish grin, letting his head roll back as the taller of the two slowly slid his hands further down the slim lines of his partner’s body, slipping his fingers underneath the hemline of David’s dress, letting the hardened tips ghost higher and higher until they had the skirt bunched around David’s waist.
Pierre leaned down, bringing his mouth to kiss the skin below the other man’s ear. “Wanna suck you off so bad.” He whispered, before returning his mouth to the man’s jaw line pressing wet, open mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin.
“Fucking do it then,” David gasped out, sounding almost desperate. He could feel the mouth bestowing kisses upon him spread into a sly smile, before moving to his Adam’s apple. The man gasped as Pierre’s tongue darted out, tracing invisible patterns onto his skin. He could feel Pierre working determinedly, intent on marking the pale skin. Curling his hands into tight fists, David let out another breathy moan, knowing that this was just a taste of what was to come. The lips left his neck as Pierre leaned his head in once more, but this time pressing a kiss to his boyfriend’s mouth. He grinned once more before slowly sliding to his knees, keeping his hands tangled in the hem of David’s skirt.
Once eye level with David’s crotch, Pierre licked his lips before biting the bottom one. He let out a sigh of disbelief before raising his eyes to look at the other man. “You actually wore women’s underwear?” he asked, leaning in to begin nibbling at the skin on David’s inner thighs.
“Wanted to, uh...God... I wanted the, uh... The full effect.”
Pierre hummed to himself, dropping one hand from where it was gathered in the dress so that it could pull the lacy panties away from David’s skin. The man’s cock sprang forwards as it was freed from its material prison, already more than half hard. The singer smirked again. “Eager, I see...”
David grunted, thrusting his hips slightly as an obvious hint to Pierre. “Fucking... Just...Get on with it.”
From his position on his knees, Pierre regarded his boyfriend with a final wink before leaning in and wrapping his lips around the head of David’s cock. The bassist let out a long loud moan as he attempted to thrust his hips forward, but was stilled by the arm the singer had pinned across his hips. Pierre sucked lightly, letting his tongue flit across the slit as he brought his unoccupied hand to wrap around the base of David’s cock. He squeezed his hand tighter as he slowly began to pump his fist bringing it up to meet his lips. He began pumping in a regular rhythm as his tongue started to swirl around the head. He could feel the man above him continually trying to bring his hips forward and further into the wet heat of his lover’s mouth. Pierre could hear David whimpering slightly as his body reacted to the pleasure it was feeling. He looked up, lips still working on the head of David’s cock, and was greeted with the sight of a near boneless bassist. David’s head had rolled back and was propped up against the wall, eyes closed and mouth closed around his fist, muffling his sounds of pleasure.
Returning his focus to the task at hand, Pierre moved his mouth further down David’s cock, hollowing his cheeks as his warm mouth enclosed the throbbing member. His tongue danced along the underside, tracing the stretch of vein he had fit into his mouth. As he slid his lips further down, Pierre moved his hand from the base to toy lightly with the younger man’s balls. As his hand changed locations, the vocalist felt one of David’s hands become entangled in his hair, letting out a low moan around the bassist’s cock as he felt his hair straining against his scalp.
Pierre started swallowing around the throbbing member, mouth now reaching over halfway down David’s length. Bobbing his head, the singer moved further and further down, feeling David’s control slipping from the bassists grasp. The hand in his hair was gripping tighter and he could tell the younger man was reaching his climax. Eager to bring his boyfriend to the ultimate point of vulnerability, the older man sucked harder, fingers still fondling David’s balls. He slid the hand on David’s balls further back, going to lightly tease the bassist’s entrance.
Circling the puckered hole with his index finger, Pierre flicked his tongue lightly across the slit of David’s dick. The younger man had thus given up trying to control his sounds and was moaning freely, having always loved the feeling of penetration. The singer pressed against David’s entrance more firmly as his mouth relaxed around the bassist, taking him in even further. He could feel the grittiness of David hot and heavy on his tongue as he went further. He could feel the tip of David’s cock getting closer to the back of his throat. Pierre let his eyes slip shut, allowing the sounds of David’s moan to fill his ears as he began trying to relax the muscles in his throat.
He knew it was coming, but it was still a surprise when the head of David’s cock hit the back of Pierre’s throat. Gagging only slightly, Pierre kept his mouth in place, swallowing around the entire length. Simultaneously, he pushed forward with his finger, letting it enter David. The closet was suddenly filled with the sounds of screaming as the bassist allowed his pleasure to overtake him. The singer moved his finger slightly inside David, crooking it as he searched for that spot inside David. The younger man let out a near sob, writhing beneath his boyfriend’s hands as the finger within him brushed against his prostate. Encouraged by David’s reaction, Pierre moved his finger over the same place again, swallowing once again around the length of the man’s cock.
Being on the receiving end of so many sensory pleasures had become too much for David. He let out a final desperate moan, and then he was coming. Short, sharp bursts of cum were spilling from David and Pierre willingly accepted, swallowing as the salty essence shot into his mouth and down his throat. The singer drew back, removing his mouth from David’s cock with a slight pop. Sitting back on his haunches, Pierre looked up through his lashes at his boyfriend’s face. Eyes closed, mouth slack, the bassist was the image of spent, one hand resting limply at his side, the other propped up on his shoulder. The older man felt a surge of arousal race through him reminding him of his own neglected erection, straining against his pants.
Suddenly, David was kneeling beside him, exhaustion still obvious on his features, but now mixed with a look of determination. The bassist’s skilled fingers slipped to the waistband of his pants, deftly undoing the button and sliding down the fly in an almost rushed manner. Biting his lip, David moved his hand beneath the waistband of Pierre’s boxers, curling his fingers in a loose fist around Pierre. The older man tipped his head back, letting out another moan as the calloused fingers set to work, intent on bringing him off quickly. David settled into a hurried rhythm, wiping his thumb over the slit of Pierre’s member, using the pre cum as a makeshift lubrication to assist him in bringing the singer to orgasm.
“Come on Pierre,” a growl was emitted from David as he tightened his fist around Pierre, feeling the man shudder beneath his touch. “Come for me, baby.” He whispered, twisting his wrist to emphasise his point.
And that line was the clincher. Letting out a string of profanities, Pierre was tipped over the edge, feeling a hot white light behind his closed eyelids. He came, spilling his seed into David’s skilled hand.
Breathing heavily, Pierre turned to David, lips seeking those of the bassist, eager for a kiss. The two musicians slumped up against a wall together; both panting as they slowly came down from their high. The bassist reached over the slight gap between them, searching for Pierre’s fingers, lacing their hands together when he found his target. The singer let his head drop to the side, resting on David’s shoulder.
“Hey Dave?”
The bassist acknowledged him exhaustedly, too tired to open his eyes.
“We have to get going soon, the guys’ll be looking for us.”
David snorted. “It’s not like they have no idea what we’re doing.”
The pair was silent for another few moments, both having mostly regained their breath.
“Hey Pierre?”
This time the singer let out a grunt, letting David know he was paying attention.
“Next Halloween; you wear the dress.”