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Title: Bang On The Piano
Part: 1/1
Rating 18...I Think...
Pairing: Alex/Ali
Disclaimer: I Own Nothing
Summary: Based Upon My Thoughts Created After Viewing The Graphic Below & Hearing The Song 'Bang On The Piano' By Jack McManus.
Other: More Oral Than Anything [xD] Also To Be Found Upon Mibba. One Of My Personal Favourite Slashes xD
***
“Ali, this acoustic version is amazing.”
“You’re the one who came up with the awesome piano solo.”
“Yeah, well the two pianos work well together, although…”
“Hey, mate, switch off, just relax.”
Alex grinned, dipping his fingers within his fourth coffee of the hour, flicking the foamy substance across at his younger friend.
“Hey!”
“Your own fault Ali,”
“How so?”
“Because…”
Diving upon the keyboardist, Alex tackled him back against the piano, pouring the hot substance over his mouth as his friend swore, cursing about the extensive heat. Eventually pushing him back, Ali took off his shirt, throwing it to the floor as he shook his body from side to side, swiping down his chest in an attempt to remove the brown liquid.
“Alex, you utter fucker!”
“I know,” he looked at his shoes, “I wanted to drink it.”
“Wring out my shirt then,” Ali shrugged, leaning back against the piano.
“Ew, to be honest I’d rather lick it off your chest.”
“Okay, my turn to say ew.”
It’s kind of awkward, but obvious, it’s what I need…
Ferrying round the room, they occasionally came into contact, singing a random song about sheep as they swept up papers into their arms and pushed in chairs in the hope of leaving no presence behind, seeming to semi ignore each other…
“Okay, Alex, we gotta sort this out.”
Pretending I don’t care…
“Sort what out?”
“Oh, you know as well as I do…”
“Fuck, you noticed?”
“Hm?”
“The whole chest thing.”
“What?”
“I know, it’s a stupid crush, it’ll pass, I know.”
“Alex…I meant sorting out the room.”
“Oh.”
“You have a crush on me?”
“Yeah, but Al, it’ll pass, soon enough.”
“Really?” he looked up at Alex for the first time, “Because I’d rather it didn’t.”
The guitarist had no time to response before his friends lips were placed against his own. There was no need for a long talk, no need to let the confessions of love flow like a stormy torrent, for both of them only one thing was needed and possibly the only words spoken would be moans of desire or fights for dominance.
I don’t need to know where we’re going, I just need to scream and let it out…
At lack of anything more than a bruised chair, Alex resorted to the previously unheard of act of getting upon the piano, sitting back just far enough so Ali could sit upon his lap, letting their turgid penises come into brief covered contact. As the younger let his hands undo his friend’s shirt buttons, he felt Alex pull back.
“Ali…I…I don’t want it to be here our first time and all,” he blushed, looking away
“Fine,” The keyboardist looked up, almost at an angle through his messy fringe, “I’ll just have to do something else to you.”
Pushing Alex backwards, he took his lips away, fiddling, almost frantically, with the buttons upon Alex’s jeans, taking both them and the boxers to an ankle level. Letting his hand both tickle and stimulate the base, Ali seemed to let his tongue run over every inch, becoming acquainted with the veins, the bulges and the texture.
Upon reaching the base, he moved back up the shaft slowly, teasing Alex as he worked his way back up to the read, constantly making eye contact with the moaning guitarist as he paid special attention to the ridge where the head and shaft met within the sensitive area as Alex bit down deep into his lip, once more calling out Ali’s name.
Giving enough contact to please yet tease, Ali let his lips come into contact with the tip, feeling the hard, yet smooth, surface brush against his lips, occasionally mocking Alex by letting the outlines of his teeth gently sweep it as his tongue massaged the very edge, always stimulating the head as his hand continued with a rubbing motion. Ali could taste the semen within his mouth as Alex came, calling out for the keyboardist like a constant cry for attention; for more.
And I’ll Bang On This Piano, Till The Feeling’s Come…
Alex/Ali
Part: 1/1
Rating 18...I Think...
Pairing: Alex/Ali
Disclaimer: I Own Nothing
Summary: Based Upon My Thoughts Created After Viewing The Graphic Below & Hearing The Song 'Bang On The Piano' By Jack McManus.
Other: More Oral Than Anything [xD] Also To Be Found Upon Mibba. One Of My Personal Favourite Slashes xD
***
“Ali, this acoustic version is amazing.”
“You’re the one who came up with the awesome piano solo.”
“Yeah, well the two pianos work well together, although…”
“Hey, mate, switch off, just relax.”
Alex grinned, dipping his fingers within his fourth coffee of the hour, flicking the foamy substance across at his younger friend.
“Hey!”
“Your own fault Ali,”
“How so?”
“Because…”
Diving upon the keyboardist, Alex tackled him back against the piano, pouring the hot substance over his mouth as his friend swore, cursing about the extensive heat. Eventually pushing him back, Ali took off his shirt, throwing it to the floor as he shook his body from side to side, swiping down his chest in an attempt to remove the brown liquid.
“Alex, you utter fucker!”
“I know,” he looked at his shoes, “I wanted to drink it.”
“Wring out my shirt then,” Ali shrugged, leaning back against the piano.
“Ew, to be honest I’d rather lick it off your chest.”
“Okay, my turn to say ew.”
It’s kind of awkward, but obvious, it’s what I need…
Ferrying round the room, they occasionally came into contact, singing a random song about sheep as they swept up papers into their arms and pushed in chairs in the hope of leaving no presence behind, seeming to semi ignore each other…
“Okay, Alex, we gotta sort this out.”
Pretending I don’t care…
“Sort what out?”
“Oh, you know as well as I do…”
“Fuck, you noticed?”
“Hm?”
“The whole chest thing.”
“What?”
“I know, it’s a stupid crush, it’ll pass, I know.”
“Alex…I meant sorting out the room.”
“Oh.”
“You have a crush on me?”
“Yeah, but Al, it’ll pass, soon enough.”
“Really?” he looked up at Alex for the first time, “Because I’d rather it didn’t.”
The guitarist had no time to response before his friends lips were placed against his own. There was no need for a long talk, no need to let the confessions of love flow like a stormy torrent, for both of them only one thing was needed and possibly the only words spoken would be moans of desire or fights for dominance.
I don’t need to know where we’re going, I just need to scream and let it out…
At lack of anything more than a bruised chair, Alex resorted to the previously unheard of act of getting upon the piano, sitting back just far enough so Ali could sit upon his lap, letting their turgid penises come into brief covered contact. As the younger let his hands undo his friend’s shirt buttons, he felt Alex pull back.
“Ali…I…I don’t want it to be here our first time and all,” he blushed, looking away
“Fine,” The keyboardist looked up, almost at an angle through his messy fringe, “I’ll just have to do something else to you.”
Pushing Alex backwards, he took his lips away, fiddling, almost frantically, with the buttons upon Alex’s jeans, taking both them and the boxers to an ankle level. Letting his hand both tickle and stimulate the base, Ali seemed to let his tongue run over every inch, becoming acquainted with the veins, the bulges and the texture.
Upon reaching the base, he moved back up the shaft slowly, teasing Alex as he worked his way back up to the read, constantly making eye contact with the moaning guitarist as he paid special attention to the ridge where the head and shaft met within the sensitive area as Alex bit down deep into his lip, once more calling out Ali’s name.
Giving enough contact to please yet tease, Ali let his lips come into contact with the tip, feeling the hard, yet smooth, surface brush against his lips, occasionally mocking Alex by letting the outlines of his teeth gently sweep it as his tongue massaged the very edge, always stimulating the head as his hand continued with a rubbing motion. Ali could taste the semen within his mouth as Alex came, calling out for the keyboardist like a constant cry for attention; for more.
And I’ll Bang On This Piano, Till The Feeling’s Come…
Alex/Ali