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Title: Preview
Author: eyelinerslash
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Whomever you like
Summary: I know you're mad at me... I know how to get you to forgive. Don't worry, this is just a preview
Dedications: To Amy, my love. When you come down this summer we shall kidnap them and make them confess their love for each other. In the meanwhile, we shall wait.
Thank you for inspiring me kid, I love you. I began to write slash because of you.
Edit: Thanks to my friend Emilio for helping me out on the last two lines. I'd let you read the whole thing, but that's totally up to you. [You've helped to write a slash!]
Preview
You walk into your hotel room pissed off because practice hadn't gone as well as you had hoped for. Not that it really mattered though, because it was just practice. But still, you had wished that your band mates actually gave a fuck about it. You notice a light on in the room. Of course you would never be able to get peace and quiet when you needed it most. Stupid roommate was probably gonna bug the shit out of you to do something with him. You groan.
You think that you shouldn't be too hard on him because he is younger and usually very hyper before shows. Which proved to be a distraction during practice so you want to blame him for your anger and annoyed mood. But you can't; and you won't, because he is your boyfriend.
And still, you mentally think that he has ADD. That brings a chuckle to your head. You shake your head to rid it, though, because you are 'mad' at him, even if it's his nature to be like that.
“Babe?” You look up and try to pause your train of thought; he seems like he has something important to say.
“I know practice didn't go well.” You scoff. “And I know that you're pissed at me.” You emit another noise. “But I have a surprise for you.” You look at him.
“I have a headache. And I need sleep before we go on tonight.” He nods his head.
“You'll get sleep before the show and this will relieve all the stress you feel right now. And it will get rid of that headache real easy.” He leads you to sit in the chair across from the queen bed you have in your room; you've always decided to share a bed since you've gotten together. And you've almost always roomed together, which can prove a little tedious when the only thing you want to do is avoid each other at some times.
Too much of a good thing can lead to a bad thing.
You begin to wonder what he has in mind as you sit in the chair; he sits on the bed and takes off his shoes and throws them to the door, resulting in a loud 'thunk'-ing sound. You mentally cringe and your eyes furrow closer together; this is not helping your headache.
“Can I at least take some Advil or Tylenol before you start your surprise?” You sit up in your chair, thinking that he wouldn't refuse this simple demand. Surprisingly, he shakes his head.
“No. You won't need them.” He gets up and pushes you back down in the chair. Sighing, you make yourself comfortable: you want to know what he's leading up to. You run through your mind for some ideas; nothing of importance pops up. Except…
“You aren't pregnant, are you?” He gives you a weird look and walks over; he grabs your head in his hands and kisses your forehead.
“Babe, men can't get pregnant.” True, you seem to have forgotten that little fact. You tell yourself in your head that you shouldn't let things that happen in stories influence your decisions in life. And that man cannot get pregnant, no matter how many people on the net write that they can. “And even if it were possible, how would that relieve stress?” He nods his head to you; you shrug your shoulders. Hell if you knew.
He's sitting on the bed again, rubbing his thighs through his tight jeans, the ones that you usually beg for him to put on. You sit up and watch him; he roams his hands over his thighs, hips and crotch. You shift a little in the chair as he moans when his hands come in to contact with his cock, even through the denim. He takes his shirt off in a quick movement; you know what he's doing. You smile.
He's sitting on the bed now with only a pair of jeans on, and whatever's under; he's socks meet a similar fate as his shoes, although they didn't make as loud as a noise. He walks up to you, his bare feet making noise as he drags them across the carpeted floor. It's reminding you exactly why you love him. He's standing in front of you now; your eyes are in a direct vision with his fly.
“I know how much you love taking these off.” You look up at him and smile as he takes your hands places them on the button to his jeans; he's damn right you love taking these off. But you move your hands away and you opt to use your teeth instead. You get the reaction out of him that you want as he's squirming, your breath tickling his abdomen and lower as you unzip. He grips the back of the chair and your shoulder when you find out he's not wearing anything beneath the jeans and you decided in giving him a little treat. He groans before pulling away.
“I never asked you to lick me. Just take of the jeans.” You nod and he comes back to where you're seated. Your hands find the waistband of his pants and you pull them down slowly, letting your hands linger on his bare ass as much as possible; he realizes this when you start to kneed his backside and pushes your hands down to further remove the material. You groan and look up; he's giving you a look.
“Babe, fuck. If you keep doing that, I'm going to come.” Your hands stop on the back of his knees; you've gotten halfway through your task.
“And what's so bad about that?” He urges you to continue and you do, but not before biting his smooth, pale thighs.
“Then I wouldn't be able to finish what I've planned.” The jeans reach the carpet and he steps out of them. He's standing in front of you, naked, and all you can think of is fucking him.
Before you get a chance to reach out and grab him, he moves back to the bed and sits down on it. You sigh and get up to follow him. He shakes his head and points for you to sit down. You look down in your own lap; it looks very similar to his at the moment, just that you're clothed and he isn't.
“This isn't making me feel anything but frustrated at the moment.” He laughs as you point to your frustration.
“I'll take care of that soon.” He winks at you and starts to rub his erect penis, thumbing the head and moaning. Just watching him touching himself is getting you hot so you remove your sweater. The sweater covers your eyes for a little longer than you or he expected and so he waits until he's back in your view before continuing his show. He continues rubbing down his shaft, slowly, emitting loud moans and 'Ah, ah, ah's as he goes along. You realize that you can be blind and get off on his noises, which doesn't surprise you. He's concentrating on what he's doing, his eyes rarely wandering from his hands; when they do wander, they're to see your reaction. He's watching as you rub yourself through the material of your pants; he objects to your ministrations.
“Not fucking yet.” You whimper as he looks at you. He tells you to take off your pants and gladly, you comply. “Just don't fucking touch yourself. Sit on…no wait, place your hands behind your back.” You whimper again. “Do it or no more.” He moves his hands around him to show you what he means of by 'no more'. Unwillingly you comply this time.
He goes back to fucking himself with his hands, and this time he's concentrating solely on you, making sure that your hands are where they're supposed to be. He speeds up, throaty sounds coming from him. He watches at what he's doing to you; he sees you straining against the soft cotton of your boxers and he smiles, knowing you can't do anything.
He closes his eyes now; a sure sign that he's close to an orgasm. You try to remove your hands to where they've been condemned.
“Keep them there babe.” You wonder how he knows. “You're noisy; if you're gonna try to do that again, do it quieter.” His eyes are open to tiny slits; he's straining to keep them open and to keep an eye on you.
“I know someone I'd like to do.” You mumble. He smirks as he runs his hands up and down his cock and body; his left hand stays down while the right roams his body; he runs it over his chest and nipples, rubbing each one hard and applying pressure. His hand then moves to his balls, running over them and rolling some of the excess skin between his thumb and forefinger; he lets out a guttural moan as his hand continues down the path between his penis and his anus. He lies back on the bed, legs and knees spread apart, giving you a full view of what he's doing. And you know what he's doing.
His left hand envelopes completely around his cock, pumping up and down quickly as he drags his fingers on his right hand along the sensitive skin between his legs. He places his palm face down as he finds the spot that makes him come with a greater force than usual; he presses down on it and he comes in spurts, covering his hand and stomach with his cum. You watch this and you feel about ready to, too. He places his legs down but still keeps them spread so that he can see you from his spot on the bed. You see his chest rise and fall, the dip in his hipbones, a treasure trail that leads to a very big, beautiful treasure.
You hear his breathing resume to a normal pattern; you think that it's then end and you begin to protest, complaining that it was a beautiful show, but that you are still painfully hard. He hushes you up when he drags his forefinger from the base of his shaft all the way to his opening; he lifts his hips up a little and makes his finger dance around the hole before plunging it inside. His legs shoot up and his back arches as he adds a second finger. He beckons you to the bed with his other hand. You do as he says.
“Fuck me.” You smile as you watch another finger go in; he's stretching himself out for you, although you don't think its really all that necessary. You think you've stretched him out quite a bit since the first time.
“Do you want it dry?” He nods his head; you know that he almost always decides to go dry, that he likes it rough, but you feel the need to ask anyway, as you always do. You enter him slowly and you watch his face, how he bites down on his bottom lip and how he busies himself by jacking off again. You stop and just watch how his body contracts against you entering him. He gets frustrated and with a sigh, pushes you in all the way. His whole body arches as you feel his tight heat surround you. He smirks and you pull out almost completely, leaving just the tip at the opening.
“You made me wait before for this, now it's your turn.” He smiles before running his hand along your ass, which makes you shiver and groan. He then takes a hold of the twins and pulls on one while rubbing the other. You scream in pleasure and lift his hips; you slap his ass as you force yourself inside again in one push. He screams as you slam into him; he wraps his legs around your waist and you give yourself leverage by pushing him back on the bed and climb on, kneeling. You try to pull out so you could slam back into him but his legs are wrapped tight around you, barely giving you place to move. You uncross them from behind you and place them down on the bed; he looks at you in wonder at what you are doing. You pinch and twist his nipples in your hand before ordering him.
“Turn around and get on your knees.” He pulls away from you and you immediately miss him around your member. You look down to see a mixture of pre-cum and blood: you're makeshift lube.
He's on his hands and knees now, just waiting for you. His ass is in the air, waiting for you to fuck it. You force a finger in, then two, before sliding your cock along his ass and sliding in, the 'lube' doing it's job. His elbows collapse on him and he's kneeling at an angle; you can't help but slap his ass again.
You start pummeling harder and you know you hit his spot when he screams out your name and tries to grab you from behind.
“Right there, fuck! Right fucking there!” You're not exactly sure how much longer either of you will last, but you don't care because at this point, because everything just feels so fucking awesome.
You do come though, filling him not long after thinking that, and he follows soon after, getting his hand and stomach again, along with the bed sheets. You pull out and watch as your cum drips out a bit, and you lick it up. You then flip him back over on the bed as you clean up his mess; you bite and lick anywhere you can, fucking him with your mouth and tongue. Your tongue dips into his every crevice and body curve and you watch as he comes back to life. You smile before propping his legs over your shoulders and take him whole in one shot; you decide to suck him off. It doesn't take long for him to come and you swallow it all and enjoy the feeling of it as it runs down your throat.
He unwraps his legs from around your neck and pulls you up, licking the excess off of your chin. You kiss him, something that neither of you has done to each other since before sound check, minus the kiss he gave you on your forehead. His tongue travels through your mouth and he laps up at everything he possibly he can; he loves how the two of you taste so well when you mix. He pulls away.
“How are you feeling now?” You smile and wrap him in your arms.
“Much better.” He smiles too.
“Good. That's what I was hoping for.” It's quiet except for the two of you breathing. He thinks for a moment. “You only got off once though, and I did three. That doesn't seem very fair.” You nod.
“But I love watching you get off. I don't care how many times I do.” He nods before biting your shoulder and then licking that spot.
“Do you have any plans for after the show?” You shake your head no. “Good. Then maybe we can even everything out.” You raise your eyebrows.
“Oh really?”
“Oh yes. This was just a preview.” He nips your shoulder again before getting out of the bed. “Sleep, I'm gonna take a shower because as good as your tongue is, it's just not as good as actual water. “ You laugh but try to pull for him.
“But -” He kisses you.
“And after that, I'm gonna go get clean sheets. We'll need that after tonight. Now go to sleep, that way you'll have energy for the show and for the after party.” He kisses your forehead and walks to the bathroom. Eyes wide shut; your mind sends you comforting images filled with relief and security. Suddenly, you don't feel so alone and the fact doesn't bother you now, unlike before.
Author: eyelinerslash
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Whomever you like
Summary: I know you're mad at me... I know how to get you to forgive. Don't worry, this is just a preview
Dedications: To Amy, my love. When you come down this summer we shall kidnap them and make them confess their love for each other. In the meanwhile, we shall wait.
Thank you for inspiring me kid, I love you. I began to write slash because of you.
Edit: Thanks to my friend Emilio for helping me out on the last two lines. I'd let you read the whole thing, but that's totally up to you. [You've helped to write a slash!]
Preview
You walk into your hotel room pissed off because practice hadn't gone as well as you had hoped for. Not that it really mattered though, because it was just practice. But still, you had wished that your band mates actually gave a fuck about it. You notice a light on in the room. Of course you would never be able to get peace and quiet when you needed it most. Stupid roommate was probably gonna bug the shit out of you to do something with him. You groan.
You think that you shouldn't be too hard on him because he is younger and usually very hyper before shows. Which proved to be a distraction during practice so you want to blame him for your anger and annoyed mood. But you can't; and you won't, because he is your boyfriend.
And still, you mentally think that he has ADD. That brings a chuckle to your head. You shake your head to rid it, though, because you are 'mad' at him, even if it's his nature to be like that.
“Babe?” You look up and try to pause your train of thought; he seems like he has something important to say.
“I know practice didn't go well.” You scoff. “And I know that you're pissed at me.” You emit another noise. “But I have a surprise for you.” You look at him.
“I have a headache. And I need sleep before we go on tonight.” He nods his head.
“You'll get sleep before the show and this will relieve all the stress you feel right now. And it will get rid of that headache real easy.” He leads you to sit in the chair across from the queen bed you have in your room; you've always decided to share a bed since you've gotten together. And you've almost always roomed together, which can prove a little tedious when the only thing you want to do is avoid each other at some times.
Too much of a good thing can lead to a bad thing.
You begin to wonder what he has in mind as you sit in the chair; he sits on the bed and takes off his shoes and throws them to the door, resulting in a loud 'thunk'-ing sound. You mentally cringe and your eyes furrow closer together; this is not helping your headache.
“Can I at least take some Advil or Tylenol before you start your surprise?” You sit up in your chair, thinking that he wouldn't refuse this simple demand. Surprisingly, he shakes his head.
“No. You won't need them.” He gets up and pushes you back down in the chair. Sighing, you make yourself comfortable: you want to know what he's leading up to. You run through your mind for some ideas; nothing of importance pops up. Except…
“You aren't pregnant, are you?” He gives you a weird look and walks over; he grabs your head in his hands and kisses your forehead.
“Babe, men can't get pregnant.” True, you seem to have forgotten that little fact. You tell yourself in your head that you shouldn't let things that happen in stories influence your decisions in life. And that man cannot get pregnant, no matter how many people on the net write that they can. “And even if it were possible, how would that relieve stress?” He nods his head to you; you shrug your shoulders. Hell if you knew.
He's sitting on the bed again, rubbing his thighs through his tight jeans, the ones that you usually beg for him to put on. You sit up and watch him; he roams his hands over his thighs, hips and crotch. You shift a little in the chair as he moans when his hands come in to contact with his cock, even through the denim. He takes his shirt off in a quick movement; you know what he's doing. You smile.
He's sitting on the bed now with only a pair of jeans on, and whatever's under; he's socks meet a similar fate as his shoes, although they didn't make as loud as a noise. He walks up to you, his bare feet making noise as he drags them across the carpeted floor. It's reminding you exactly why you love him. He's standing in front of you now; your eyes are in a direct vision with his fly.
“I know how much you love taking these off.” You look up at him and smile as he takes your hands places them on the button to his jeans; he's damn right you love taking these off. But you move your hands away and you opt to use your teeth instead. You get the reaction out of him that you want as he's squirming, your breath tickling his abdomen and lower as you unzip. He grips the back of the chair and your shoulder when you find out he's not wearing anything beneath the jeans and you decided in giving him a little treat. He groans before pulling away.
“I never asked you to lick me. Just take of the jeans.” You nod and he comes back to where you're seated. Your hands find the waistband of his pants and you pull them down slowly, letting your hands linger on his bare ass as much as possible; he realizes this when you start to kneed his backside and pushes your hands down to further remove the material. You groan and look up; he's giving you a look.
“Babe, fuck. If you keep doing that, I'm going to come.” Your hands stop on the back of his knees; you've gotten halfway through your task.
“And what's so bad about that?” He urges you to continue and you do, but not before biting his smooth, pale thighs.
“Then I wouldn't be able to finish what I've planned.” The jeans reach the carpet and he steps out of them. He's standing in front of you, naked, and all you can think of is fucking him.
Before you get a chance to reach out and grab him, he moves back to the bed and sits down on it. You sigh and get up to follow him. He shakes his head and points for you to sit down. You look down in your own lap; it looks very similar to his at the moment, just that you're clothed and he isn't.
“This isn't making me feel anything but frustrated at the moment.” He laughs as you point to your frustration.
“I'll take care of that soon.” He winks at you and starts to rub his erect penis, thumbing the head and moaning. Just watching him touching himself is getting you hot so you remove your sweater. The sweater covers your eyes for a little longer than you or he expected and so he waits until he's back in your view before continuing his show. He continues rubbing down his shaft, slowly, emitting loud moans and 'Ah, ah, ah's as he goes along. You realize that you can be blind and get off on his noises, which doesn't surprise you. He's concentrating on what he's doing, his eyes rarely wandering from his hands; when they do wander, they're to see your reaction. He's watching as you rub yourself through the material of your pants; he objects to your ministrations.
“Not fucking yet.” You whimper as he looks at you. He tells you to take off your pants and gladly, you comply. “Just don't fucking touch yourself. Sit on…no wait, place your hands behind your back.” You whimper again. “Do it or no more.” He moves his hands around him to show you what he means of by 'no more'. Unwillingly you comply this time.
He goes back to fucking himself with his hands, and this time he's concentrating solely on you, making sure that your hands are where they're supposed to be. He speeds up, throaty sounds coming from him. He watches at what he's doing to you; he sees you straining against the soft cotton of your boxers and he smiles, knowing you can't do anything.
He closes his eyes now; a sure sign that he's close to an orgasm. You try to remove your hands to where they've been condemned.
“Keep them there babe.” You wonder how he knows. “You're noisy; if you're gonna try to do that again, do it quieter.” His eyes are open to tiny slits; he's straining to keep them open and to keep an eye on you.
“I know someone I'd like to do.” You mumble. He smirks as he runs his hands up and down his cock and body; his left hand stays down while the right roams his body; he runs it over his chest and nipples, rubbing each one hard and applying pressure. His hand then moves to his balls, running over them and rolling some of the excess skin between his thumb and forefinger; he lets out a guttural moan as his hand continues down the path between his penis and his anus. He lies back on the bed, legs and knees spread apart, giving you a full view of what he's doing. And you know what he's doing.
His left hand envelopes completely around his cock, pumping up and down quickly as he drags his fingers on his right hand along the sensitive skin between his legs. He places his palm face down as he finds the spot that makes him come with a greater force than usual; he presses down on it and he comes in spurts, covering his hand and stomach with his cum. You watch this and you feel about ready to, too. He places his legs down but still keeps them spread so that he can see you from his spot on the bed. You see his chest rise and fall, the dip in his hipbones, a treasure trail that leads to a very big, beautiful treasure.
You hear his breathing resume to a normal pattern; you think that it's then end and you begin to protest, complaining that it was a beautiful show, but that you are still painfully hard. He hushes you up when he drags his forefinger from the base of his shaft all the way to his opening; he lifts his hips up a little and makes his finger dance around the hole before plunging it inside. His legs shoot up and his back arches as he adds a second finger. He beckons you to the bed with his other hand. You do as he says.
“Fuck me.” You smile as you watch another finger go in; he's stretching himself out for you, although you don't think its really all that necessary. You think you've stretched him out quite a bit since the first time.
“Do you want it dry?” He nods his head; you know that he almost always decides to go dry, that he likes it rough, but you feel the need to ask anyway, as you always do. You enter him slowly and you watch his face, how he bites down on his bottom lip and how he busies himself by jacking off again. You stop and just watch how his body contracts against you entering him. He gets frustrated and with a sigh, pushes you in all the way. His whole body arches as you feel his tight heat surround you. He smirks and you pull out almost completely, leaving just the tip at the opening.
“You made me wait before for this, now it's your turn.” He smiles before running his hand along your ass, which makes you shiver and groan. He then takes a hold of the twins and pulls on one while rubbing the other. You scream in pleasure and lift his hips; you slap his ass as you force yourself inside again in one push. He screams as you slam into him; he wraps his legs around your waist and you give yourself leverage by pushing him back on the bed and climb on, kneeling. You try to pull out so you could slam back into him but his legs are wrapped tight around you, barely giving you place to move. You uncross them from behind you and place them down on the bed; he looks at you in wonder at what you are doing. You pinch and twist his nipples in your hand before ordering him.
“Turn around and get on your knees.” He pulls away from you and you immediately miss him around your member. You look down to see a mixture of pre-cum and blood: you're makeshift lube.
He's on his hands and knees now, just waiting for you. His ass is in the air, waiting for you to fuck it. You force a finger in, then two, before sliding your cock along his ass and sliding in, the 'lube' doing it's job. His elbows collapse on him and he's kneeling at an angle; you can't help but slap his ass again.
You start pummeling harder and you know you hit his spot when he screams out your name and tries to grab you from behind.
“Right there, fuck! Right fucking there!” You're not exactly sure how much longer either of you will last, but you don't care because at this point, because everything just feels so fucking awesome.
You do come though, filling him not long after thinking that, and he follows soon after, getting his hand and stomach again, along with the bed sheets. You pull out and watch as your cum drips out a bit, and you lick it up. You then flip him back over on the bed as you clean up his mess; you bite and lick anywhere you can, fucking him with your mouth and tongue. Your tongue dips into his every crevice and body curve and you watch as he comes back to life. You smile before propping his legs over your shoulders and take him whole in one shot; you decide to suck him off. It doesn't take long for him to come and you swallow it all and enjoy the feeling of it as it runs down your throat.
He unwraps his legs from around your neck and pulls you up, licking the excess off of your chin. You kiss him, something that neither of you has done to each other since before sound check, minus the kiss he gave you on your forehead. His tongue travels through your mouth and he laps up at everything he possibly he can; he loves how the two of you taste so well when you mix. He pulls away.
“How are you feeling now?” You smile and wrap him in your arms.
“Much better.” He smiles too.
“Good. That's what I was hoping for.” It's quiet except for the two of you breathing. He thinks for a moment. “You only got off once though, and I did three. That doesn't seem very fair.” You nod.
“But I love watching you get off. I don't care how many times I do.” He nods before biting your shoulder and then licking that spot.
“Do you have any plans for after the show?” You shake your head no. “Good. Then maybe we can even everything out.” You raise your eyebrows.
“Oh really?”
“Oh yes. This was just a preview.” He nips your shoulder again before getting out of the bed. “Sleep, I'm gonna take a shower because as good as your tongue is, it's just not as good as actual water. “ You laugh but try to pull for him.
“But -” He kisses you.
“And after that, I'm gonna go get clean sheets. We'll need that after tonight. Now go to sleep, that way you'll have energy for the show and for the after party.” He kisses your forehead and walks to the bathroom. Eyes wide shut; your mind sends you comforting images filled with relief and security. Suddenly, you don't feel so alone and the fact doesn't bother you now, unlike before.