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Title: What They Needed
Author: i_bleed_magenta
Pairing: Bonstantine
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. This never happened, except in my dreams.
Feedback: Yes please.
Summary: Bo and Constantine are frustrated, and need to blow off some steam.
Author's Notes: When I started this, I planned it as PWP, but this is as close as my longwinded brain would let me get. lol...hope you enjoy.
Constantine was exhausted, and he was pissed. This tour was stressing him out, and he just couldn’t out why. He loved performing, but he wanted to be back with his band. As much as he had grown to love his fellow Idols, he was losing interest in performing cheesy group songs every night. He just wanted to get up on stage and rock out. What he needed was a night out, cold beer and a good, hard fuck. The “no girls in guys rooms” thing had carried over to the tour, and God was he frustrated. In the mood he was in though, he didn’t think a girl would satisfy his hunger. Constantine didn’t discriminate when it came to sex, and this was the kind of hunger that could only be sated by a man. He sighed and headed to the bathroom to start the shower. Just as he turned the knob and started running the water he heard a knock at the door. He turned the water back off and sighing in frustration, made his way to the door. Swinging the door open he was mildly surprised to see Bo standing there. Constantine had thought everyone else had gone to dinner, and then some bar.
“Hey Bo, what’s up? I thought you went out with everybody. Come on in.”
Bo stepped inside the hotel room and said, “Everyone else was going to some dance club, and I just don’t think I could take another night of that. I need something a little harder tonight, to blow off some steam you know?”
“Tell me about it, man. I was just thinking about how good a cold beer would tastes with some heavy beats.” Constantine agreed, leaving out the part about the fuck, not feeling the need to share that just yet.
“I heard about this hot rock club downtown, you wanna check it out?” Bo asked.
“Absolutely. Just let me get changed, and I’ll meet you in the lobby.”
Bo headed down to the lobby and Constantine quickly got dressed. He changed into tight ripped jeans, black button down shirt, and his favorite leather jacket, and then headed down to meet Bo in the lobby. Alone in the elevator he tried not to think about how good Bo had looked in his simple loose fitting white tunic, jeans and sandals. He raked his hand through his hair and wonder for what seemed like the millionth time how Bo did this to him. It wasn’t that he’d never been attracted to men before, but this was different. Bo got under his skin, invaded his psyche and refused to get out. Bo practically oozed sex, and seemed completely oblivious to it. The hair flipping, the smirking, the lip licking…it was enough to drive Constantine mad, and Bo had no idea. Going to the bar with him tonight, in this mood was probably not the smartest thing he’d ever done, but he couldn’t have made himself say no. The *ding* of the elevator reaching the lobby brought Constantine back to reality, and he stepped out to catch a cab with the man who wouldn’t get out of his head. They rode to the club in a comfortable silence, both eager to let down their hair for a night, without worrying about all the younger Idols getting into trouble.
Upon walking into the bar they were surrounded b a crush of bodies and the heady beats of good, hard rock music. They took a pair of stools at the bar, ordered beer and drank it down, along with their surroundings. Constantine sighed deeply and leaned back against the bar looking out at the crowd.
Bo leaned in and said over the music, “Feels like home, huh?”
“Oh yeah.” Constantine grinned. “This is what I needed.” At least part of what I needed Constantine thought. Once again he pushed those thoughts from his head and focused on just having a good time.
Bo snuck a glance at Constantine, looking 100% in his element, and he was struck by the sheer sex he exuded. He was sure Constantine had no idea the power he had over him. It wasn’t the first time Bo had had these thoughts. Ever since the Hollywood auditions, Bo’s stomach clenched when Constantine turned those eyes on him. Bo had been attracted to men before, but with Constantine it was different. The feelings he had for Constantine confused him, and refused to ever leave his mind, no matter how hard he pushed them away. Tonight though, it was all in the jeans. Those damn jeans did it to him every time, ripped in all the right places to give teasing hints of what lay beneath. Bo sighed as he shifted in his seat, draining his beer to wash away the thoughts he could never say out loud. Signaling the bartender for another, he closed his eyes and just let the music bleed through him.
A few hours and a few too many beers later, the bar was beginning to empty, and the conversation headed in a different direction.
“Man, being on the road like this can really suck sometimes.” Bo complained.
“What do you mean? I thought you loved performing.” Constantine asked, alcohol fogging his brain somewhat.
“Oh I do. That’s not it. I mean, since Caroline and I broke up, and with all the rules we have here…a man has needs you know.”
Constantine nearly choked on his beer before saying, “Oh yeah man, I feel you on that one. And most of our “groupies” could get us arrested even if we could get them on the bus.” He joked, trying to take his mind away from the trap it was heading towards.
Bo had seen Constantine stumble over his words, and hoped it was for the reason he thought. He decided it was now or never.
“Well, you know what? I think I know a way we can deal with this little problem.” Bo drawled, his hand sliding onto Constantine’s thigh, and his blue eyes burning through Constantine’s brown. Constantine hesitated for mere milliseconds before nodding, “Let’s go.”
The rockers practically raced for a cab, the air between them heated with need. The ride back to the hotel seemed twice as long as before, and it was all the men could do to keep their hands off each other until they got to Constantine’s room.
Once inside, Constantine felt himself pushed against the wall, Bo’s lips crashing down on his own. He moaned in surprise and desire, grinding his hips forward. Constantine wriggled out of his jacket, and moan at the touch of Bo’s hands sliding over his chest to unbutton his shirt. Constantine was regretting his choice of clothing right now, wishing he’d worn something easy to remove like Bo’s own tunic, which soon fell to the floor, followed finally by Constantine’s shirt. Bo slid his hands over Constantine’s bare chest, bending forward to flick his tongue over Constantine’s erect nipple. Constantine’s arched against him and gasped, “No, Bo. Not now. Fuck me. Just…”
Bo practically growled out Constantine’s name as he bit down on the nipple he’d just been teasing. Constantine’s hands fisted in Bo’s hair pulling him up to kiss him hard, tongues tangling with one another. He slid his hands down Bo’s body, to his pants and made quick work of unbuckling and removing them. He wanted to kiss Bo all over, but right now there was no time. They both needed this too badly. There was always next time, Constantine thought as his own pants swiftly joined Bo’s on the floor.
Bo’s breath caught at the sight of Constantine’s erect cock. He wanted more then anything to take it in his mouth and worship it like Constantine deserved, but like Constantine, understood that things like that were for another time. Bo managed to growl out “Bed” before practically throwing Constantine on his back onto the bed, covering Constantine’s body with his own, kissing him hard enough to bruise both of their lips. Bo slid his lips down Constantine’s throat, and bit hard on his collarbone, knowing he’d left a mark. Constantine moaned, arching his hips forward to grind their erections together.
“Bo, please…in the drawer” Constantine mumbled, confusing Bo until he reached into the bedside table, pulling out a condom and a small bottle of lube. He smirked, and thought that it was just like Constantine to be ready.
Constantine grinding into him once more brought him back into the moment, he opened the bottle of lube, squeezing some onto his fingers. He wrapped his hand first around Constantine’s cock, stroking it gently a few times before slid his hand lower and slowly inserting one finger into Constantine’s tight heat. Constantine moaned and bucked against him, trying to get more of Bo inside him. Bo could see he wanted it now, and who was he to refuse him?
He ripped open a condom, rolled it down over his aching cock and coated it with more lube. He positioned himself between Constantine’s legs and pushed in quickly, and roughly. Constantine hissed at the sharp pain, but pushed his hips up urging Bo deeper. He wanted the pain, needed it tonight. Bo moaned deeply when he was fully inside Constantine, stilling for a moment to catch his breath. Constantine wrapped his legs around Bo, and Bo began a hard and fast rhythm. Constantine moaned loudly, and slid one hand up to fist itself in Bo’s hair, pulling hard, the other grabbing onto the sheets. He’d almost forgotten what it felt like to be filled with a hot hard cock, and silently vowed to never go so long again. He arched against Bo, as his skilled thrusts his prostate again and again.
Bo could barely breathe at the intense pleasure of being inside Constantine, fucking him this hard. Bo knew he wouldn’t last long, and he could feel Constantine wouldn’t either. They needed it too badly. He wrapped his hand around Constantine’s leaking, aching cock and began stroking it in time to his thrusts. Constantine almost came just at the feel of Bo’s hand on his cock, and bit his lip to the point of drawing blood in an attempt to hold back a scream of pleasure. Bo’s moans were stringing together incoherently, signaling his climax was close. His hand on Con’s cock was moving hard and fast, and as his cock slammed into Constantine’s prostate one more time, Constantine fell over the edge.
“Bo! Oh god….unh oh god…Bo!” Constantine moaned as his orgasm slammed into him, and spilled over Bo’s hand. The feeling of that, and Constantine’s muscles contracting tightly around him pulled Bo’s orgasm from him seconds later. He thrust deeply into Constantine’s tight heat one more time, and came screaming his name. Bo shuddered as his climax subsided, and collapsed on Constantine’s chest. After catching his breath he rolled over, and disposed of the condom.
Constantine spoke first, “That was…”
“Amazing.”
“Yeah…” Constantine trailed off.
“Con, you have to promise me one thing. That we will never let it build up that much again. We’re getting too old for that kind of sex all the time” Bo chuckled, trying and succeeding in lightening the air around them.
Constantine laughed with him. “We’d better get to bed. We have a long day tomorrow.”
“You…uh…you mind if I…” Bo mumbled, but Constantine gave him his answer by reaching over to turn out the lights. Constantine rolled onto his side and pulled Bo with him, their arms linked.
As the rockers fell asleep, they did so with smiles on their faces, hoping this could be so much more than just a good fuck. That was what they both needed, more than anything.
Author: i_bleed_magenta
Pairing: Bonstantine
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. This never happened, except in my dreams.
Feedback: Yes please.
Summary: Bo and Constantine are frustrated, and need to blow off some steam.
Author's Notes: When I started this, I planned it as PWP, but this is as close as my longwinded brain would let me get. lol...hope you enjoy.
Constantine was exhausted, and he was pissed. This tour was stressing him out, and he just couldn’t out why. He loved performing, but he wanted to be back with his band. As much as he had grown to love his fellow Idols, he was losing interest in performing cheesy group songs every night. He just wanted to get up on stage and rock out. What he needed was a night out, cold beer and a good, hard fuck. The “no girls in guys rooms” thing had carried over to the tour, and God was he frustrated. In the mood he was in though, he didn’t think a girl would satisfy his hunger. Constantine didn’t discriminate when it came to sex, and this was the kind of hunger that could only be sated by a man. He sighed and headed to the bathroom to start the shower. Just as he turned the knob and started running the water he heard a knock at the door. He turned the water back off and sighing in frustration, made his way to the door. Swinging the door open he was mildly surprised to see Bo standing there. Constantine had thought everyone else had gone to dinner, and then some bar.
“Hey Bo, what’s up? I thought you went out with everybody. Come on in.”
Bo stepped inside the hotel room and said, “Everyone else was going to some dance club, and I just don’t think I could take another night of that. I need something a little harder tonight, to blow off some steam you know?”
“Tell me about it, man. I was just thinking about how good a cold beer would tastes with some heavy beats.” Constantine agreed, leaving out the part about the fuck, not feeling the need to share that just yet.
“I heard about this hot rock club downtown, you wanna check it out?” Bo asked.
“Absolutely. Just let me get changed, and I’ll meet you in the lobby.”
Bo headed down to the lobby and Constantine quickly got dressed. He changed into tight ripped jeans, black button down shirt, and his favorite leather jacket, and then headed down to meet Bo in the lobby. Alone in the elevator he tried not to think about how good Bo had looked in his simple loose fitting white tunic, jeans and sandals. He raked his hand through his hair and wonder for what seemed like the millionth time how Bo did this to him. It wasn’t that he’d never been attracted to men before, but this was different. Bo got under his skin, invaded his psyche and refused to get out. Bo practically oozed sex, and seemed completely oblivious to it. The hair flipping, the smirking, the lip licking…it was enough to drive Constantine mad, and Bo had no idea. Going to the bar with him tonight, in this mood was probably not the smartest thing he’d ever done, but he couldn’t have made himself say no. The *ding* of the elevator reaching the lobby brought Constantine back to reality, and he stepped out to catch a cab with the man who wouldn’t get out of his head. They rode to the club in a comfortable silence, both eager to let down their hair for a night, without worrying about all the younger Idols getting into trouble.
Upon walking into the bar they were surrounded b a crush of bodies and the heady beats of good, hard rock music. They took a pair of stools at the bar, ordered beer and drank it down, along with their surroundings. Constantine sighed deeply and leaned back against the bar looking out at the crowd.
Bo leaned in and said over the music, “Feels like home, huh?”
“Oh yeah.” Constantine grinned. “This is what I needed.” At least part of what I needed Constantine thought. Once again he pushed those thoughts from his head and focused on just having a good time.
Bo snuck a glance at Constantine, looking 100% in his element, and he was struck by the sheer sex he exuded. He was sure Constantine had no idea the power he had over him. It wasn’t the first time Bo had had these thoughts. Ever since the Hollywood auditions, Bo’s stomach clenched when Constantine turned those eyes on him. Bo had been attracted to men before, but with Constantine it was different. The feelings he had for Constantine confused him, and refused to ever leave his mind, no matter how hard he pushed them away. Tonight though, it was all in the jeans. Those damn jeans did it to him every time, ripped in all the right places to give teasing hints of what lay beneath. Bo sighed as he shifted in his seat, draining his beer to wash away the thoughts he could never say out loud. Signaling the bartender for another, he closed his eyes and just let the music bleed through him.
A few hours and a few too many beers later, the bar was beginning to empty, and the conversation headed in a different direction.
“Man, being on the road like this can really suck sometimes.” Bo complained.
“What do you mean? I thought you loved performing.” Constantine asked, alcohol fogging his brain somewhat.
“Oh I do. That’s not it. I mean, since Caroline and I broke up, and with all the rules we have here…a man has needs you know.”
Constantine nearly choked on his beer before saying, “Oh yeah man, I feel you on that one. And most of our “groupies” could get us arrested even if we could get them on the bus.” He joked, trying to take his mind away from the trap it was heading towards.
Bo had seen Constantine stumble over his words, and hoped it was for the reason he thought. He decided it was now or never.
“Well, you know what? I think I know a way we can deal with this little problem.” Bo drawled, his hand sliding onto Constantine’s thigh, and his blue eyes burning through Constantine’s brown. Constantine hesitated for mere milliseconds before nodding, “Let’s go.”
The rockers practically raced for a cab, the air between them heated with need. The ride back to the hotel seemed twice as long as before, and it was all the men could do to keep their hands off each other until they got to Constantine’s room.
Once inside, Constantine felt himself pushed against the wall, Bo’s lips crashing down on his own. He moaned in surprise and desire, grinding his hips forward. Constantine wriggled out of his jacket, and moan at the touch of Bo’s hands sliding over his chest to unbutton his shirt. Constantine was regretting his choice of clothing right now, wishing he’d worn something easy to remove like Bo’s own tunic, which soon fell to the floor, followed finally by Constantine’s shirt. Bo slid his hands over Constantine’s bare chest, bending forward to flick his tongue over Constantine’s erect nipple. Constantine’s arched against him and gasped, “No, Bo. Not now. Fuck me. Just…”
Bo practically growled out Constantine’s name as he bit down on the nipple he’d just been teasing. Constantine’s hands fisted in Bo’s hair pulling him up to kiss him hard, tongues tangling with one another. He slid his hands down Bo’s body, to his pants and made quick work of unbuckling and removing them. He wanted to kiss Bo all over, but right now there was no time. They both needed this too badly. There was always next time, Constantine thought as his own pants swiftly joined Bo’s on the floor.
Bo’s breath caught at the sight of Constantine’s erect cock. He wanted more then anything to take it in his mouth and worship it like Constantine deserved, but like Constantine, understood that things like that were for another time. Bo managed to growl out “Bed” before practically throwing Constantine on his back onto the bed, covering Constantine’s body with his own, kissing him hard enough to bruise both of their lips. Bo slid his lips down Constantine’s throat, and bit hard on his collarbone, knowing he’d left a mark. Constantine moaned, arching his hips forward to grind their erections together.
“Bo, please…in the drawer” Constantine mumbled, confusing Bo until he reached into the bedside table, pulling out a condom and a small bottle of lube. He smirked, and thought that it was just like Constantine to be ready.
Constantine grinding into him once more brought him back into the moment, he opened the bottle of lube, squeezing some onto his fingers. He wrapped his hand first around Constantine’s cock, stroking it gently a few times before slid his hand lower and slowly inserting one finger into Constantine’s tight heat. Constantine moaned and bucked against him, trying to get more of Bo inside him. Bo could see he wanted it now, and who was he to refuse him?
He ripped open a condom, rolled it down over his aching cock and coated it with more lube. He positioned himself between Constantine’s legs and pushed in quickly, and roughly. Constantine hissed at the sharp pain, but pushed his hips up urging Bo deeper. He wanted the pain, needed it tonight. Bo moaned deeply when he was fully inside Constantine, stilling for a moment to catch his breath. Constantine wrapped his legs around Bo, and Bo began a hard and fast rhythm. Constantine moaned loudly, and slid one hand up to fist itself in Bo’s hair, pulling hard, the other grabbing onto the sheets. He’d almost forgotten what it felt like to be filled with a hot hard cock, and silently vowed to never go so long again. He arched against Bo, as his skilled thrusts his prostate again and again.
Bo could barely breathe at the intense pleasure of being inside Constantine, fucking him this hard. Bo knew he wouldn’t last long, and he could feel Constantine wouldn’t either. They needed it too badly. He wrapped his hand around Constantine’s leaking, aching cock and began stroking it in time to his thrusts. Constantine almost came just at the feel of Bo’s hand on his cock, and bit his lip to the point of drawing blood in an attempt to hold back a scream of pleasure. Bo’s moans were stringing together incoherently, signaling his climax was close. His hand on Con’s cock was moving hard and fast, and as his cock slammed into Constantine’s prostate one more time, Constantine fell over the edge.
“Bo! Oh god….unh oh god…Bo!” Constantine moaned as his orgasm slammed into him, and spilled over Bo’s hand. The feeling of that, and Constantine’s muscles contracting tightly around him pulled Bo’s orgasm from him seconds later. He thrust deeply into Constantine’s tight heat one more time, and came screaming his name. Bo shuddered as his climax subsided, and collapsed on Constantine’s chest. After catching his breath he rolled over, and disposed of the condom.
Constantine spoke first, “That was…”
“Amazing.”
“Yeah…” Constantine trailed off.
“Con, you have to promise me one thing. That we will never let it build up that much again. We’re getting too old for that kind of sex all the time” Bo chuckled, trying and succeeding in lightening the air around them.
Constantine laughed with him. “We’d better get to bed. We have a long day tomorrow.”
“You…uh…you mind if I…” Bo mumbled, but Constantine gave him his answer by reaching over to turn out the lights. Constantine rolled onto his side and pulled Bo with him, their arms linked.
As the rockers fell asleep, they did so with smiles on their faces, hoping this could be so much more than just a good fuck. That was what they both needed, more than anything.