Winter Chills and Thrills
Title: Winter Chills and Thrills
Pairing: FOB - Andy Hurley/Joe Trohman
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Joe unwittingly pisses Andy off and must atone for his mistakes.
Disclaimer: I lie.
A/N & Dedication: For my darling cheshire_cat94 cos she be all kindsa good to me. I apologise for not being a better writer.
Inspired by this pic.
"Okay guys, that's a wrap."
The four of them let out a collective sigh. Photo-shoots weren't hard work, but this particular one had been scheduled on one of their few days off from the tour which meant none of them had been to happy about the whole idea.
Pete threw an arm around Patrick's shoulders guiding him off toward the dressing room as he spoke loudly of an idea he had in mind for new song. Joe watched the scene with a slight grin; Patrick was always so patient with Pete.
"I'm glad that's over." He mumbled as leaned a little further back onto Andy's warm body, enjoying the comfort he always found there. Instead, he felt strong hands push him away. Joe turned to the drummer, the question written plainly on his face.
"Are you crazy?!" Andy demanded. Joe blinked at him with no idea what was going on. "You know better than to get so close when there's a camera around." He hissed under his breath when it became obvious his boyfriend had no idea what he was been talking about.
Joe sighed, this wasn't the first time they'd had this conversation.
"Andy, no one suspects anything. No one is going to. We're all in thick winter coats, they'll think we were huddling for warmth or something." Joe said, slipping the jacket from his shoulders.
Andy stood closed-mouthed watching the guitarist for a moment. "That's not what I meant, numb-nuts." Without warning he grabbed Joe by the collar and dragged him behind the flimsy wooden screen that had been the back-drop of this particular photo-shoot and pressed roughly him against the wall, his hands fisted in Joe's shirt.
Andy's uncharacteristic behaviour had Joe's head spinning. He didn't know where to start. "Wha..?" Was all he was able to manage before his boyfriend's hot mouth closed over his own for a hard, messy kiss. Joe was even more confused when they came up for air. "Andy?" His voice was small and reflected his uncertainty.
Andy grinned devilishly. "I mean," He started slowly, "you shouldn't be all up on me in public because it makes me want to do things to you that would be very, very bad for our image."
Joe's own lips stretched into a matching grin when he the realisation finally dawned. "Oh. But I thought you liked when I was bad." Joe purred loud enough for only Andy to have heard.
"No," Andy corrected, "you like being bad because it gives me an excuse to punish you."
Joe feigned innocence and shrugged one shoulder. "Are you telling me you don't like having the upper-hand?" Joe bit his lip trying to suppress the smirk threatening to form.
"Fuck you, Trohman, you know I do!" He grunted before crashing their mouths together once more in a hungry, dominating kiss. His body still pressed firmly against the guitarist holding him in place, Andy's hands went to the fly of his own jeans, pushing them down a little off his hips. He pulled his mouth away roughly with a wet smack, leaving a panting Joe leaning forward, wanting more.
Andy moved back, not allowing Joe to kiss him. No, he had other plans that involved that mouth and kissing wasn't one of them!
"Time to make it up." Andy growled lowly in his throat. He grinned when his tone sent visible shivers through his lover. "On your knees." he commanded, pushing at Joe's shoulders.
Joe didn't need to be told twice and was already making his way to his knees before he was even told to, a sexy little smile on his kiss swollen lips, which he knew never failed to make his boyfriend crazy with lust.
He didn't waste time teasing as he normally would had they been somewhere a little more private, instead he licked his way up the entire length of Andy's throbbing cock, his mouth slipping easily over the head and drawing it into his hot, eager mouth.
Andy's pleasured groan filled his ears and Joe would have smiled if he'd been able to. Instead he opted to draw more of that beautiful sound from his lover and dipped his head forward, taking in as much as he was able, the rest he took in hand and worked in time with his mouth. The drummers only response was to drop on hand to the back of Joe's head and making sure he wasn't about to go anywhere.
Joe hummed at the possessive grip on his head. He loved being Andy's. He slid one hand down and massaged Andy's tight balls. He could feel the tremors in the drummers muscles and knew he wouldn't be on his knees for much longer.
Andy took a quick look down at his dark haired lover and it was almost enough to make his knees buckle. Never would there be a hotter sight than that of Joe Trohman sucking for his life on Andy's own cock. He felt the familiar pull of that blessed heat in his lower abdomen, one hand fisting in Joe's curly dark hair, the other pressed to the wall behind his lover for support.
Joe knew what to listen for and knew when Andy was nearing orgasm. He sucked a little more insistently, aiding his boyfriends release. He heard the familiar choke and the sharp intake of Andy's breath, a second later his mouth began to fill with Andy's salty seed. Joe swallowed Andy's cock as far as he could and let his boyfriend come down his throat, swallowing all he was given.
Andy hadn't made a noise as he'd come, he never usually did, but he was panting and trying to catch his breath, eyes closed as Joe rose to his feet in front of him. He watched as Andy became aware of his surroundings again and grinned at his spent lover.
"Am I forgiven?"
Andy didn't bother to reply, he leaned forward catching Joe's lips and kissing him deeply. He pulled back a little. and looked into the crystal blue eyes before him, their noses touching. "Always." He whispered in reply.
Pairing: FOB - Andy Hurley/Joe Trohman
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Joe unwittingly pisses Andy off and must atone for his mistakes.
Disclaimer: I lie.
A/N & Dedication: For my darling cheshire_cat94 cos she be all kindsa good to me. I apologise for not being a better writer.
Inspired by this pic.
"Okay guys, that's a wrap."
The four of them let out a collective sigh. Photo-shoots weren't hard work, but this particular one had been scheduled on one of their few days off from the tour which meant none of them had been to happy about the whole idea.
Pete threw an arm around Patrick's shoulders guiding him off toward the dressing room as he spoke loudly of an idea he had in mind for new song. Joe watched the scene with a slight grin; Patrick was always so patient with Pete.
"I'm glad that's over." He mumbled as leaned a little further back onto Andy's warm body, enjoying the comfort he always found there. Instead, he felt strong hands push him away. Joe turned to the drummer, the question written plainly on his face.
"Are you crazy?!" Andy demanded. Joe blinked at him with no idea what was going on. "You know better than to get so close when there's a camera around." He hissed under his breath when it became obvious his boyfriend had no idea what he was been talking about.
Joe sighed, this wasn't the first time they'd had this conversation.
"Andy, no one suspects anything. No one is going to. We're all in thick winter coats, they'll think we were huddling for warmth or something." Joe said, slipping the jacket from his shoulders.
Andy stood closed-mouthed watching the guitarist for a moment. "That's not what I meant, numb-nuts." Without warning he grabbed Joe by the collar and dragged him behind the flimsy wooden screen that had been the back-drop of this particular photo-shoot and pressed roughly him against the wall, his hands fisted in Joe's shirt.
Andy's uncharacteristic behaviour had Joe's head spinning. He didn't know where to start. "Wha..?" Was all he was able to manage before his boyfriend's hot mouth closed over his own for a hard, messy kiss. Joe was even more confused when they came up for air. "Andy?" His voice was small and reflected his uncertainty.
Andy grinned devilishly. "I mean," He started slowly, "you shouldn't be all up on me in public because it makes me want to do things to you that would be very, very bad for our image."
Joe's own lips stretched into a matching grin when he the realisation finally dawned. "Oh. But I thought you liked when I was bad." Joe purred loud enough for only Andy to have heard.
"No," Andy corrected, "you like being bad because it gives me an excuse to punish you."
Joe feigned innocence and shrugged one shoulder. "Are you telling me you don't like having the upper-hand?" Joe bit his lip trying to suppress the smirk threatening to form.
"Fuck you, Trohman, you know I do!" He grunted before crashing their mouths together once more in a hungry, dominating kiss. His body still pressed firmly against the guitarist holding him in place, Andy's hands went to the fly of his own jeans, pushing them down a little off his hips. He pulled his mouth away roughly with a wet smack, leaving a panting Joe leaning forward, wanting more.
Andy moved back, not allowing Joe to kiss him. No, he had other plans that involved that mouth and kissing wasn't one of them!
"Time to make it up." Andy growled lowly in his throat. He grinned when his tone sent visible shivers through his lover. "On your knees." he commanded, pushing at Joe's shoulders.
Joe didn't need to be told twice and was already making his way to his knees before he was even told to, a sexy little smile on his kiss swollen lips, which he knew never failed to make his boyfriend crazy with lust.
He didn't waste time teasing as he normally would had they been somewhere a little more private, instead he licked his way up the entire length of Andy's throbbing cock, his mouth slipping easily over the head and drawing it into his hot, eager mouth.
Andy's pleasured groan filled his ears and Joe would have smiled if he'd been able to. Instead he opted to draw more of that beautiful sound from his lover and dipped his head forward, taking in as much as he was able, the rest he took in hand and worked in time with his mouth. The drummers only response was to drop on hand to the back of Joe's head and making sure he wasn't about to go anywhere.
Joe hummed at the possessive grip on his head. He loved being Andy's. He slid one hand down and massaged Andy's tight balls. He could feel the tremors in the drummers muscles and knew he wouldn't be on his knees for much longer.
Andy took a quick look down at his dark haired lover and it was almost enough to make his knees buckle. Never would there be a hotter sight than that of Joe Trohman sucking for his life on Andy's own cock. He felt the familiar pull of that blessed heat in his lower abdomen, one hand fisting in Joe's curly dark hair, the other pressed to the wall behind his lover for support.
Joe knew what to listen for and knew when Andy was nearing orgasm. He sucked a little more insistently, aiding his boyfriends release. He heard the familiar choke and the sharp intake of Andy's breath, a second later his mouth began to fill with Andy's salty seed. Joe swallowed Andy's cock as far as he could and let his boyfriend come down his throat, swallowing all he was given.
Andy hadn't made a noise as he'd come, he never usually did, but he was panting and trying to catch his breath, eyes closed as Joe rose to his feet in front of him. He watched as Andy became aware of his surroundings again and grinned at his spent lover.
"Am I forgiven?"
Andy didn't bother to reply, he leaned forward catching Joe's lips and kissing him deeply. He pulled back a little. and looked into the crystal blue eyes before him, their noses touching. "Always." He whispered in reply.