Lights, camera, action!
Because Char is just a fucking amazing writer and because this story owns my pants!!!
Finally! I was able to get some peace and quiet for once. All day today the guys have been driving me nuts, literally bouncing off the walls of the bus. I suggested they all go to the back lounge to play some Wii sports or something to get rid of that excess energy, but it only succeeded in making them more hyper. Who knew virtual tennis had that affect?
But now we're at the venue. The guys had immediately run off the bus when it stopped, screaming like maniacs as they ran around the lot. I chose to stay behind and go to the backlounge to check my e-mail on my laptop. The wireless connection was better back there and made the pages load faster.
"Let's see here," I said out loud to no one "I don't have a car so I don't need better insurance rates. I'm not going to college so I don't need a loan. You aren't really a prince of some country I can't pronounce. And I definitely don't need anything to enlarge my penis."
"I'll say."
I looked up to see Pat standing there, sliding the door behind him, his ever present camera in his hand. "Hey, Pat," I smiled at him.
"Hey," he smiled back. "So who's saying you need a bigger dick?"
"Junk e-mails," I replied, continuing to clear out my inbox. It then hit me what he said when he first walked in. I looked up at him as he fiddled with his camera and smiled.
"Wanna vlog?"
"No." I hated vlogging by myself. I always feel like such a nerd. I don't really think I'm that funny or entertaining. Pierre can vlog by himself cause he's the goofy, funny lead singer. Me? I can't do it.
"Aw, come on."
"No. Why don't you get one of the other guys to do it?"
"Cause I wanna film you." He sat next to me on the couch, directing the camera at me.
"Are you recording?"
"No."
"Yes you are. The little light is on, which means you're recording."
"If you know that the little light means I'm recording why'd you bother asking?"
I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to the screen of my laptop.
"Vlog?"
"No."
"Come on."
"No."
"Just a quick one."
"Pat, I said 'no'."
"You're so cute when you're frustrated."
"I must be pretty fucking adorable right now."
"You are actually."
I turned my head and glared at Pat. Or rather, glared at the camera Pat was behind. "Turn it off, Pat."
"No."
"Why not?"
"I don't wanna."
I rolled my eyes once more and shook my head. I love the man, but he was frustrating as hell sometimes. But his stubbornness was one of the things I adored so much, so it was a double-edged sword really.
"I got an idea."
I looked at the camera. "What?"
"Well, since you don't wanna vlog and I already have the camera out and recording, why don't we make another kind of tape?"
"Patrick."
"What?"
"No."
"Aw, come on."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Why do you want to?"
"It'll be fun. And we can play it back for ourselves whenever we want to."
"Pat. No."
"I'm not gonna win. Am I?" he asked. I shook my head to say no. He sighed and turned off the camera, flipping the view screen closed. "Fine." He leaned over and gave me a kiss. "Don't be late for soundcheck."
"I won't be." I watched him leave, staring at his ass the whole time. I felt bad. He was obviously upset at not getting what he wanted. I'd have to make it up to him in other ways.
~*~*~*~*~*~
The show that night went amazing and a few hours later, we had to get onto the bus for our next destination. We arrived the next morning and checked into a hotel, since tomorrow was an off-day and we wouldn't have to drive overnight anywhere.
Pat and I shared a room, as usual, and he dropped his suitcase onto a chair and sighed before turning to me. "I'm gonna take a shower, 'k?"
I nodded. "Alright."
He gave me a quick kiss then opened his suitcase, grabbing his small toiletry bag and taking it with him to the bathroom. I waited until I heard the water running before setting everything up.
Fifteen minutes later, he was finished and came into the room in nothing but a towel. All thoughts of my idea quickly left as I stared at his half-naked body, his towel hanging dangerously low on his hips.
"Like what you see, babe?" he asked with a smirk.
I looked up, meeting his yellow-green eyes with my brown ones. "You know I do," I told him, standing up and walking over to him.
His eyes went down to my boxers and the erection that was already beginning to form. "I can see that." His smile got wider.
I grabbed his face and kissed him hard, my tongue licking the line between his lips. He opened up and gave me access, allowing me to invade his mouth. I left no part untouched, memorizing every dip and every tooth. He moaned and put his hands on my hips, grinding his against mine to show me exactly how much he was enjoying it.
I smiled and pulled away, grabbing his hands and pulling him to the bed. I had him lay on it sideways and got on top of him, my lips immediately connecting with his mouth again. I pulled away once more, much to his dismay, but he soon began moaning once I started licking the outer shell of his ear. His hands went under my boxers to my ass and began kneading the flesh as he rose his hips up to grind against mine.
I kissed the side of his neck and worked my way to his Adam's apple, licking and sucking that, knowing it was a weak spot of his. He proved me right by moaning louder.
"Chuck..."
I smirked and continued moving down, now to his chest, where I moved to his right nipple. I closed my mouth around it, sucking it hard and lightly biting it. His breathing hitch in his throat and he moaned as I licked it better. I paid the same attention to its twin then worked my way down him.
I licked the lines in his abdomen and he continued bucking his hips, obviously wanting contact with his now fully erect penis. I just smirked and sat up.
"You're a fuckin' tease, Charles," he told me.
"And you fuckin' love me for it," I replied with a smirk. He tried to prevent a smile from forming, but was only halfway successful. I reached down and undid his towel. He lifted his hips, allowing me to take it away and throw it on the floor. "Spread your legs, baby."
He did as I asked him and I positioned myself in the space created. I licked the lines where his hips met his abs. I always thought that line was the sexiest part of a man. Pat kept trying to move hip hips, hoping I'd accidentally brush against his dick. I put my hands on them and held him down.
"Fuck, Chuck. I'm gonna die if you don't fucking touch me."
"I am touching you," I pointed out.
"That's not what I meant."
"What did you mean?"
"Touch my fucking cock, Charles. Please."
"Like this." I licked the tip in the slit and he shuddered.
"Fuck! More. Please!"
I did it once again, then swirled my tongue around the head. He moaned even louder, trying to move his hips, but my hands on them stopped him. I licked his balls then up the bottom of his shaft, following the vein he had. His breathing was shallow and ragged and his entire body was covered in sweat. I smiled at the sight and continued licking my lover's erection, leaving no centimeter untouched. When I was done, I put my mouth around the tip, my hand going to the base of his penis, and slowly started putting more of him in.
"Chuck," he moaned my name, putting his hands on my head, messing up my mohawk. But at that moment in time, I didn't care. He was getting pleasure and that's all that mattered to me.
I relaxed my throat and took as much of him in my mouth as I could then slowly pulled him back out, lightly grazing my teeth along the bottom.
"Shit! I fuckin' love it when you do that."
I smiled and put him back in once more, this time leaving him in and sucking him hard. He bucked his hips, my hands no longer on then and groaned loudly. I began bobbing my head up and down as I massaged his balls with my right hand.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Charles." His grip in my hair tightened as his hips began thrusting in time with me, practically fucking my face.
My own erection was getting painful and I needed release. I reached down and began slowly stroking myself through my boxers. The friction of the fabric cause me to moan around Pat's cock and he, in turn, moaned loudly, too.
"Fuck! Charles, you better stop. Now! I wanna fuck you so bad!"
That's all I needed to hear. I pulled him out and climbed onto the bed as he moved onto his knees. Our lips instantly connected and he kissed me hungrily, his hands going to the waistband of my shorts and pushing them down as far as he could get them.
He pulled away and moved to the side, forcefully pushing me down onto my stomach on the bed. I loved it when he was rough with me. He pulled my boxers the rest of the way off and threw them to the side.
He lay on top of me and placed his head by my ear. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, Charles," he told me, rubbing his erection between my asscheeks. My eyes closed at the contact and I let out a low moan. He sat up and put his hands on my hips, pulling me up. "On your knees."
I got onto my hands and knees, feeling one of Pat's hands leave my side. I felt the tip of his penis at my entrance, then he slammed into me, almost knocking me down with the force.
"Tabernacke! You're still so fuckin' tight!" he moaned, pulling out then slamming into me again, hitting my spot.
"Fuck, you feel so good, Patrick," I moaned back.
He repeatedly slammed in and out at a high pace before reaching around and grabbing my cock. He began pumping me in rhythm with his thrusts, sending me closer and closer to my destination.
"Fuck. So fuckin' close," he told me.
"Me, fuck, too."
"Shit, Chuck!" He slammed into me a few more times before spilling his seed. Feeling him come inside of me was all it took to push me over the edge and I came hard all over his hand, my stomach, and the bed.
He thrust in and out a few more times, still pumping me, to stretch out our orgasms, before pulling out and collapsing beside. "Fuck that was good, Chuck," he said, his breathing heavy.
"Yeah," I said between pants before getting up and walking over to the bureau in front of the bed. I opened the partially closed doors and revealed a camera sitting there on one of the shelves. I grabbed it and turned it off. "And we got it all on tape, too."
Finally! I was able to get some peace and quiet for once. All day today the guys have been driving me nuts, literally bouncing off the walls of the bus. I suggested they all go to the back lounge to play some Wii sports or something to get rid of that excess energy, but it only succeeded in making them more hyper. Who knew virtual tennis had that affect?
But now we're at the venue. The guys had immediately run off the bus when it stopped, screaming like maniacs as they ran around the lot. I chose to stay behind and go to the backlounge to check my e-mail on my laptop. The wireless connection was better back there and made the pages load faster.
"Let's see here," I said out loud to no one "I don't have a car so I don't need better insurance rates. I'm not going to college so I don't need a loan. You aren't really a prince of some country I can't pronounce. And I definitely don't need anything to enlarge my penis."
"I'll say."
I looked up to see Pat standing there, sliding the door behind him, his ever present camera in his hand. "Hey, Pat," I smiled at him.
"Hey," he smiled back. "So who's saying you need a bigger dick?"
"Junk e-mails," I replied, continuing to clear out my inbox. It then hit me what he said when he first walked in. I looked up at him as he fiddled with his camera and smiled.
"Wanna vlog?"
"No." I hated vlogging by myself. I always feel like such a nerd. I don't really think I'm that funny or entertaining. Pierre can vlog by himself cause he's the goofy, funny lead singer. Me? I can't do it.
"Aw, come on."
"No. Why don't you get one of the other guys to do it?"
"Cause I wanna film you." He sat next to me on the couch, directing the camera at me.
"Are you recording?"
"No."
"Yes you are. The little light is on, which means you're recording."
"If you know that the little light means I'm recording why'd you bother asking?"
I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to the screen of my laptop.
"Vlog?"
"No."
"Come on."
"No."
"Just a quick one."
"Pat, I said 'no'."
"You're so cute when you're frustrated."
"I must be pretty fucking adorable right now."
"You are actually."
I turned my head and glared at Pat. Or rather, glared at the camera Pat was behind. "Turn it off, Pat."
"No."
"Why not?"
"I don't wanna."
I rolled my eyes once more and shook my head. I love the man, but he was frustrating as hell sometimes. But his stubbornness was one of the things I adored so much, so it was a double-edged sword really.
"I got an idea."
I looked at the camera. "What?"
"Well, since you don't wanna vlog and I already have the camera out and recording, why don't we make another kind of tape?"
"Patrick."
"What?"
"No."
"Aw, come on."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Why do you want to?"
"It'll be fun. And we can play it back for ourselves whenever we want to."
"Pat. No."
"I'm not gonna win. Am I?" he asked. I shook my head to say no. He sighed and turned off the camera, flipping the view screen closed. "Fine." He leaned over and gave me a kiss. "Don't be late for soundcheck."
"I won't be." I watched him leave, staring at his ass the whole time. I felt bad. He was obviously upset at not getting what he wanted. I'd have to make it up to him in other ways.
~*~*~*~*~*~
The show that night went amazing and a few hours later, we had to get onto the bus for our next destination. We arrived the next morning and checked into a hotel, since tomorrow was an off-day and we wouldn't have to drive overnight anywhere.
Pat and I shared a room, as usual, and he dropped his suitcase onto a chair and sighed before turning to me. "I'm gonna take a shower, 'k?"
I nodded. "Alright."
He gave me a quick kiss then opened his suitcase, grabbing his small toiletry bag and taking it with him to the bathroom. I waited until I heard the water running before setting everything up.
Fifteen minutes later, he was finished and came into the room in nothing but a towel. All thoughts of my idea quickly left as I stared at his half-naked body, his towel hanging dangerously low on his hips.
"Like what you see, babe?" he asked with a smirk.
I looked up, meeting his yellow-green eyes with my brown ones. "You know I do," I told him, standing up and walking over to him.
His eyes went down to my boxers and the erection that was already beginning to form. "I can see that." His smile got wider.
I grabbed his face and kissed him hard, my tongue licking the line between his lips. He opened up and gave me access, allowing me to invade his mouth. I left no part untouched, memorizing every dip and every tooth. He moaned and put his hands on my hips, grinding his against mine to show me exactly how much he was enjoying it.
I smiled and pulled away, grabbing his hands and pulling him to the bed. I had him lay on it sideways and got on top of him, my lips immediately connecting with his mouth again. I pulled away once more, much to his dismay, but he soon began moaning once I started licking the outer shell of his ear. His hands went under my boxers to my ass and began kneading the flesh as he rose his hips up to grind against mine.
I kissed the side of his neck and worked my way to his Adam's apple, licking and sucking that, knowing it was a weak spot of his. He proved me right by moaning louder.
"Chuck..."
I smirked and continued moving down, now to his chest, where I moved to his right nipple. I closed my mouth around it, sucking it hard and lightly biting it. His breathing hitch in his throat and he moaned as I licked it better. I paid the same attention to its twin then worked my way down him.
I licked the lines in his abdomen and he continued bucking his hips, obviously wanting contact with his now fully erect penis. I just smirked and sat up.
"You're a fuckin' tease, Charles," he told me.
"And you fuckin' love me for it," I replied with a smirk. He tried to prevent a smile from forming, but was only halfway successful. I reached down and undid his towel. He lifted his hips, allowing me to take it away and throw it on the floor. "Spread your legs, baby."
He did as I asked him and I positioned myself in the space created. I licked the lines where his hips met his abs. I always thought that line was the sexiest part of a man. Pat kept trying to move hip hips, hoping I'd accidentally brush against his dick. I put my hands on them and held him down.
"Fuck, Chuck. I'm gonna die if you don't fucking touch me."
"I am touching you," I pointed out.
"That's not what I meant."
"What did you mean?"
"Touch my fucking cock, Charles. Please."
"Like this." I licked the tip in the slit and he shuddered.
"Fuck! More. Please!"
I did it once again, then swirled my tongue around the head. He moaned even louder, trying to move his hips, but my hands on them stopped him. I licked his balls then up the bottom of his shaft, following the vein he had. His breathing was shallow and ragged and his entire body was covered in sweat. I smiled at the sight and continued licking my lover's erection, leaving no centimeter untouched. When I was done, I put my mouth around the tip, my hand going to the base of his penis, and slowly started putting more of him in.
"Chuck," he moaned my name, putting his hands on my head, messing up my mohawk. But at that moment in time, I didn't care. He was getting pleasure and that's all that mattered to me.
I relaxed my throat and took as much of him in my mouth as I could then slowly pulled him back out, lightly grazing my teeth along the bottom.
"Shit! I fuckin' love it when you do that."
I smiled and put him back in once more, this time leaving him in and sucking him hard. He bucked his hips, my hands no longer on then and groaned loudly. I began bobbing my head up and down as I massaged his balls with my right hand.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Charles." His grip in my hair tightened as his hips began thrusting in time with me, practically fucking my face.
My own erection was getting painful and I needed release. I reached down and began slowly stroking myself through my boxers. The friction of the fabric cause me to moan around Pat's cock and he, in turn, moaned loudly, too.
"Fuck! Charles, you better stop. Now! I wanna fuck you so bad!"
That's all I needed to hear. I pulled him out and climbed onto the bed as he moved onto his knees. Our lips instantly connected and he kissed me hungrily, his hands going to the waistband of my shorts and pushing them down as far as he could get them.
He pulled away and moved to the side, forcefully pushing me down onto my stomach on the bed. I loved it when he was rough with me. He pulled my boxers the rest of the way off and threw them to the side.
He lay on top of me and placed his head by my ear. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, Charles," he told me, rubbing his erection between my asscheeks. My eyes closed at the contact and I let out a low moan. He sat up and put his hands on my hips, pulling me up. "On your knees."
I got onto my hands and knees, feeling one of Pat's hands leave my side. I felt the tip of his penis at my entrance, then he slammed into me, almost knocking me down with the force.
"Tabernacke! You're still so fuckin' tight!" he moaned, pulling out then slamming into me again, hitting my spot.
"Fuck, you feel so good, Patrick," I moaned back.
He repeatedly slammed in and out at a high pace before reaching around and grabbing my cock. He began pumping me in rhythm with his thrusts, sending me closer and closer to my destination.
"Fuck. So fuckin' close," he told me.
"Me, fuck, too."
"Shit, Chuck!" He slammed into me a few more times before spilling his seed. Feeling him come inside of me was all it took to push me over the edge and I came hard all over his hand, my stomach, and the bed.
He thrust in and out a few more times, still pumping me, to stretch out our orgasms, before pulling out and collapsing beside. "Fuck that was good, Chuck," he said, his breathing heavy.
"Yeah," I said between pants before getting up and walking over to the bureau in front of the bed. I opened the partially closed doors and revealed a camera sitting there on one of the shelves. I grabbed it and turned it off. "And we got it all on tape, too."