Hopeless Haze - Vol. I: Hot Fuss (Chapter Seven, Part One)
Volume I: Hot Fuss
Chapter Seven: If You Can Keep a Secret, I Can Keep a Secret
If Brandon's plan was going to work he had to get Ronnie out of the picture for the day-it was a surprise, after all. So, after breakfast, the singer thought of a small lie ("I'm going to the store to get a new pack of cigarettes. Do you want anything?") and found himself alone for the first time in what felt like weeks. Brandon felt guilty for abandoning Ronnie on his birthday, but the drummer's gifts should make up for it.
After wandering around aimlessly for a while, Brandon stumbled upon a liquor store. As he entered, a bell above the door chimed and a man at the front counter grimaced at him.
"Are you of age, punk?" Brandon thought the situation was laughable considering he was on national television two days earlier.
"I'm twenty-three," Brandon said. The man grumbled and let the singer continue. Brandon made his way to the part of the store where the wine was kept and scanned the shelves. He didn't remember what it was called, but he was looking for the one that Ronnie had bought him on their first plane ride. The singer did know, however, that it was a red wine with a fancy white label. It couldn't have cost that much though, considering Ronnie bought it for fifteen dollars on a plane. Just when he was about to give up, Brandon spotted a familiar bottle.
When Brandon returned to the counter, the man at the cash register spoke again, "What kind of twenty-three year old buys red wine on a Sunday?" Brandon was starting to become very annoyed with this man.
"Listen-" Brandon peered to the man's nametag. "-Steve, today is my boyfriend's birthday and I didn't get him anything for Valentine's Day. Mind your own damn business." Steve stared at Brandon blankly as he took the singer's money.
"You trying to get some dick tonight, kid?" Brandon stood in shock before snatching the paper bag that held his bottle from the other man. "It's a yes, then."
Brandon rushed out of the store, "YOU KNOW TOO MUCH!" He yelled.
Steve chuckled as the bell signalling Brandon's absence ringed, "Yeah I do. Wait! You forgot your receipt!"
When Brandon arrived back at the hotel, he went to his room instead of Ronnie's. He hid the wine in one of the bags and retrieved a cheap, pink laptop from another. It wasn't anything fancy, but it got the job done. The singer sat on his bed with it and began his research, making sure the volume was at the lowest it could be.
That night when Brandon returned to Ronnie's room, the drummer was confused.
"You were gone all day, Brandon. Where were you?" Brandon felt even more guilty about leaving, but pushed that feeling away.
"Well, I didn't just get cigarettes today. I got you a present, too." If Ronnie had been angry with the singer, the feeling was gone.
Ronnie grinned, "you didn't have to do that, Brandon-"
"No! I had to! It's your birthday! Your twenty-ninth one, too. That's a special one."
Brandon sat next to Ronnie on the bed with the bag that held the drummer's present. The singer held it out to the older man, who reluctantly took it.
"I don't see how twenty-nine is special but whatever floats your boat, I guess." Ronnie peaked inside the bag and stared in shock. He slowly pulled out the bottle, wondering how Brandon had managed to get the exact one they had shared years earlier. "How many stores did you go to?"
"Just one," Brandon replied, "but I was given Hell from the man who worked there." The singer stood again and found two wine glasses in a cupboard next to the fridge. As he returned to the bed Ronnie uncorked the bottle and poured a glass for the both of them.
Before taking a sip, Brandon raised his glass in the air. "To you, Mr. Vannucci," he said.
Ronnie copied the singer, "To us." They clinked their glasses and raised them to their lips.
As they sat there sipping on their wine, Ronnie felt Brandon's eyes on him. It could have been the soft burn of wine sliding down his throat and settling in his stomach, but Ronnie was certain Brandon's gaze was making him feel warm. Brandon had only take a sip or two from his glass and for Brandon that meant something must have really been on his mind if he wasn't drinking as fast as usual.
After a more few moments of quiet banter and occasional flirting, Brandon turned around and put his wine glass on the nightstand. Once he was facing Ronnie again, he spoke up, "So, the wine… wasn't your only birthday present."
"Really?" Ronnie questioned.
Brandon nodded, "There's another one I had planned… a surprise."
"Well," Ronnie's heart started racing, "what is it?"
With a smirk, Brandon gently took the wine glass out of Ronnie's hand and placed it next to his own on the nightstand. When he turned back around to face Ronnie, he gave the drummer a soft kiss. Although the touch was gentle, he waited several moments before pulling away. As he moved away from Ronnie's face, he studied every beautiful inch of the man's intense and defined features. Soon, their lips were touching again. They continued to kiss each other softly, but Ronnie kept smiling against Brandon's lips.
"What are you so giddy about," Brandon murmured against Ronnie's lips before kissing him again.
"You make me so happy," Ronnie replied before running a hand through Brandon's hair once. Brandon's heart melted.
"You're so corny," Brandon was now smiling against their soft kisses.
Brandon's hands traveled from the soft fabric of the bed's comforter to the hem of Ronnie's t-shirt. Ronnie understood and lifted his arms up for a moment so that Brandon could take his shirt off. Once the shirt was discarded, Brandon returned to the kiss with more intensity. Their tongues were sliding against each other as they moved in unison. Brandon's hands soon found their way to Ronnie's chest and Ronnie moved his own hands to Brandon's head, guiding his movements. Ronnie still didn't know what Brandon's full intentions were but just kissing the boy like this excited him enough.
Brandon repositioned himself so that his knees were on either side of Ronnie's thighs, giving him easier access to Ronnie's body. Brandon then moved from Ronnie's lips to Ronnie's neck where began to leave soft kisses. Ronnie sighed and a smile spread across his face as he dropped his hands from Brandon's head to the singer's lower back. Soon, the singer was leaving open-mouthed, sloppy kisses down his skin of the drummer's neck. Brandon eventually made his way to Ronnie's chest. Excited by the soft hums and sighs he was eliciting from Ronnie, the younger boy smiled against the Ronnie's skin.
Brandon shifted himself down so that his kisses were now trailing down Ronnie's middle. As he made his way down the drummer's middle, Ronnie felt his stomach flip-he figured out what Brandon was planning.
"Brandon," Ronnie breathed, "you don't have to if you're not ready."
"Shhh," Brandon said in between gentle descending kisses, "this is your birthday present."
"You sure?"
Brandon's lips had made their way to just above the hem of Ronnie's jeans, "Positive."
Brandon pulled away from Ronnie's body and looked him the eye, where he was met with a lustful gaze that bordered on desperation. Brandon smirked slightly, reveling in the fact that just kissing Ronnie's body made the older man so excited.
Brandon shifted his gaze down to Ronnie's bulge. It wasn't until he reached for Ronnie's belt that Brandon noticed his hands were shaking slightly. After all, he was nervous. Brandon quickly reflected on the time he was nervous about making out with Ronnie and how that turned out just fine. Hell, it turned out amazing. But this was different, Brandon had never done this before. This wasn't kissing, this was much more. But, like he said, this was Ronnie's birthday gift. And Brandon had watched more than a few videos so how bad could it go? If it went horribly wrong, he'd hate himself forever and never show his face again.
If it went right, however….
Brandon undid Ronnie's belt buckle and watched as Ronnie propped himself up on his elbows. Brandon hooked his fingers under the hem of his jeans and slowly pulled them down before discarding them to the side of the bed. Brandon unconsciously bit his lip as he stared at the bulge in the drummer's boxer briefs. Brandon's mouth was hanging open ever so slightly as he curled his fingers underneath the waistband of Ronnie's underwear. Ronnie kept his eyes on Brandon's face as the singer pulled the fabric down. Ronnie could tell he was nervous, but the way Brandon looked when he laid eyes on Ronnie's dick proved that he was also just as excited as he was nervous. Brandon pulled the underwear down to the drummer's thighs.
Okay so… Ronnie was slightly bigger than he thought, and Brandon started to get nervous again. He was definitely going to fuck this up. He must have looked as scared as he felt because Ronnie spoke up.
"Brandon please, you really don't have to."
"Ron, I really want to." He ended the statement by taking Ronnie in his hand, making the drummer swear under his breath and tilt his head back a little. Brandon immediately felt his heart jump when he watched Ronnie react to the simple touch. This was going to be exciting.
Brandon started stroking Ronnie slowly, ensuring that he didn't finish things as soon as they started. Ronnie was breathing heavily now, occasionally letting a soft "Brandon" escape his lips. Brandon ran his thumb over Ronnie's slit, drawing a deep groan from the drummer. Brandon decided he had teased Ronnie long enough. He kept his hand on Ronnie's shaft as he leaned his head down and licked the tip slowly.
"Oh god," Ronnie moaned and brought his head forward to watch, "Brandon...."
Brandon continued to give tentative licks to his tip while he stroked. Brandon stayed like this for a few moments; he wanted to get used to the action before taking Ronnie in any more. Ronnie obviously didn't mind-the longer this lasted the better.
After a little bit, Brandon moved his hand to the base of Ronnie's dick and wrapped his lips around it, keeping his tongue on the underside of Ronnie's shaft as he slowly descended. Ronnie groaned deep and low; it took all of his willpower to not buck up into the boy's mouth. Brandon continued to stroke what his mouth didn't cover as he bobbed his head up and down. A stream of soft moans were spilling out of Ronnie's mouth now, which rose Brandon's confidence. Therefore, Brandon felt daring. He'd seen enough videos, it was time to try something. After all, it was Ronnie's birthday.
Brandon pulled his hand away from Ronnie's dick and looked Ronnie in the eyes as he slowly made his way down his shaft. Brandon's goal was just to go as far as he could without choking, but when he felt Ronnie hit the back of his throat he didn't gag like he thought he would have. He was probably too distracted by the way Ronnie's chest was rising and falling as he watched Brandon take him in completely.
Ronnie moaned loud and low. "Brandon, oh god," he panted. The drummer sat up more so that he was supporting himself with one palm flat on the bed while the other made its way to Brandon's hair. Brandon loved the way he made Ronnie feel by doing that, but his gag reflex soon became conscious of the dick in throat. He hollowed out his cheeks and slid back up Ronnie's length (another thing he learned from a video) before he embarrassed himself.
Brandon popped off Ronnie for a moment to catch his breath. He continued to stroke him as he breathed heavily.
"Holy shit," Ronnie sighed, "where did you learn how to do that?"
Brandon answered truthfully, "Some videos." Ronnie actually chuckled out loud at the boy's honesty.
Once Brandon caught his breath, he wrapped his lips around Ronnie once more. Brandon found it easier than he thought. He was able to continue moving up and down for awhile. Brandon actually thought it was really fun. He used to wonder how people would enjoy giving head as much as they enjoyed receiving it. But now he knew: it was so exhilarating to make someone feel that good. Brandon continued stroking and bobbing his head for a few more minutes, soaking in all the delicious noises Ronnie was making. He felt so lucky that he was the only one who could hear him and make him feel like that.
He knew Ronnie was close from the way he was slightly bucking into Brandon's mouth-not enough to gag the boy, but enough to be noticeable. When Brandon hollowed out his cheeks again, Ronnie whined and unconsciously pulled on Brandon's hair. Brandon moaned around Ronnie, sending shockwaves through the drummer's body as he whined under Brandon's touch.
"Bran-Brandon, I'm gonna come." Brandon had definitely impressed him tonight, but he still felt a need to warn the boy.
Brandon listened to Ronnie, but he continued unfazed. If anything, he picked up the speed of his hand as he started to loll his tongue around Ronnie's leaking tip. Remembering the reaction it created last time, Brandon moaned around Ronnie once more. Ronnie's grip on Brandon's hair tightened and a stream of swears and syllables that vaguely sounded like "Brandon" came out of his mouth. The familiar feeling in Ronnie's lower body was flaring up.
"I'm gonna-oh, Brandon! Bran-" Ronnie was interrupted by a small gasp, followed by a long moan as he released into Brandon's mouth. The arm he was supporting himself on was wobbling slightly and he was trying to catch his breath. He'd been with other guys, but none of them made him feel like that.
Ronnie was surprised that Brandon didn't choke or gag, and even more surprised that Brandon didn't run off to the bathroom to spit the come out of his mouth. Instead, Brandon pulled off of Ronnie, screwed his eyes shut, and put a closed fist to his mouth as he swallowed. It was fucking amazing to Ronnie that Brandon could look adorable doing such an obscene thing.
Ronnie let himself fall backward onto the bed as he tried to catch his breath, "Holy shit, Brandon. What kind of videos are you watching?"
Brandon did his ridiculous laugh. After a few moments the younger boy spoke up softly with a slightly hoarse voice, "So, it was good?"
"Good?," Ronnie scoffed, "Jesus, I'm trying to figure out if that was another dream. It was more than good, Brandon."
"Another dream?" Brandon questioned with a cheeky smirk, "you've dreamt about me doing that stuff to you?"
Ronnie blushed and pulled his underwear up, "Oh, fuck off."
"Hey," Brandon was laughing, "I never said it was a bad thing." He lowered his voice and added, "And I mean… I've had some about you, you know." Just when Ronnie's heartbeat had began to slow down, the thought of Brandon having dirty dreams about it brought it back to an alarming pace.
Brandon got up to grab a pair of sweatpants for the drummer out of Ronnie's suitcase. When he walked back to the bed, he threw the pants on Ronnie's torso that was still rising and falling heavily. Ronnie eventually sat up and put on the sweats; that's when he finally got a good look at Brandon since they had finished.
"Brandon," Ronnie chuckled, "you're as hard as a rock." Brandon looked defeated.
"Well, yeah. I figured I would just wait 'til it went away so we could go to sleep. Or I can take care of myself in the bathroom."
Ronnie scoffed, "you think I'm gonna let you deepthroat me and then go sadly jerk yourself off alone in the bathroom?"
"I just-" Brandon said frustratedly, "I'm not... really-I'm not comfortable with you seeing me… naked." The room fell silent before Brandon continued in a softer, sadder voice, "I just kinda figured I would wait for it to go away. But then I started imagining you having dreams about me and the thought is in my head now and-and I just can't help it! I knew if you noticed you'd want to do something about it-and I really want you to-but I just… I'm scared."
Ronnie sat up completely and gently wrapped his hand around the singer's, "Brandon, you have nothing to be scared about. You're so beautiful." Brandon just looked at the floor and stroked Ronnie's thumb with his own.
"Look, I know you've had trouble with your appearance for a while but listen to me when I say that you are so, so gorgeous. And I'm not just saying this because you're my boyfriend; everyone thinks you're beautiful. If I had a dollar for every time I saw someone checking you out at the bar I-"
"But how do I know they aren't looking at me because they think I'm gross."
Ronnie's heart broke a little, "Because you're Brandon. You have this… presence about you. And, God, I wish you just knew how incredible you are. It's beautiful-you're beautiful! And I feel so unworthy of you I can't believe you chose me to be yours," Ronnie stopped for a second and tried to read the singer's reaction, "And if it makes you feel any better I already saw you shirtless last night when you were piss drunk. I literally had to take your shirt off for you, so we basically already got to second base."
Brandon laughed suddenly and the drummer smirked. The mood was lightened, but there was still a lingering sense of tension.
"So," Ronnie continued, "if you don't want me to...help you out I won't. But I never, ever want you to believe that I wouldn't want to because you think I don't find you attractive."
Brandon looked at him with soft and loving eyes, "I'm so lucky to have you."
Brandon let go of Ronnie's hand and took a step away from the bed. Ronnie figured Brandon was going to the bathroom and he felt like he had failed. But then, Brandon crossed his arms, put his hands on the hem of his beloved Rolling Stones t-shirt, and slowly took it off.
Ronnie smiled wide and leaned back, enjoying the sight in front of him, "You're so beautiful, B." Brandon blushed and Ronnie just wanted to kiss him.
Brandon's hands went to his jeans where he slowly undid his belt before tossing it behind him. He hooked his thumb under the hem of his jeans and hesitantly pushed them down to his shins where he then kicked them off to the side.
Ronnie started chuckling and Brandon was about to reach for his clothes to redress himself when he realized Ronnie was laughing at his boxer briefs-they were purple with white hearts.
"Those are adorable," Ronnie said in between giggles.
"Shut up, they're comfy." Brandon smiled but when he realized there was only one layer left he felt nervous, "Can I keep these on for now?"
"Of course, baby," Ronnie said softly. Brandon felt his face get warm at the small pet name. "C'mere," Ronnie patted his lap.
Brandon climbed onto the bed and straddled Ronnie's hips, suddenly feeling very exposed. He was about to cover his stomach but he was quick to stop himself. Instead, he gently rested his hands on Ronnie's stomach as he looked the drummer deep in the eyes. Ronnie eyed the obvious bulge in Brandon's briefs and felt his heart begin to race again. He placed his hands on Brandon's thighs and began running them up and down. Brandon relaxed his body with a sigh-he hadn't even realized how tense he was until Ronnie's touch soothed him.
"You doin' alright, baby?" Ronnie asked, noticing Brandon's initial stiffness. Brandon nodded and smiled bashfully. He wasn't used to being called that but he loved it. He could hear Ronnie say it all day and never get tired of it.
Ronnie didn't want to do anything that would make Brandon insecure, but they were in this position for a reason. Ronnie put his hand on the bulge of Brandon's briefs, causing the singer to gasp. Ronnie positioned his thumb right on the underside of the outline as he moved his palm up and down Brandon's shaft. Brandon found himself pushing against the pressure, desperate for more friction. Brandon was about to let out a moan when he bit his lip to silence it instead. He moved his hands so that they were planted on Ronnie's chest, using him for support.
Ronnie kept guiding his hand along Brandon's aching hard-on, soaking in the sight of Brandon biting his lip and pushing against Ronnie's hand. After a few minutes of gentle touching and little gasps, Ronnie moved his hand away from Brandon's bulge and made his way to the waistband of his underwear. He slipped a finger underneath it and looked to Brandon's expression to see if what he was doing was okay. Brandon nodded eagerly, making Ronnie smile.
Ronnie slid his hand into Brandon's briefs and finally took the boy into his hand. Brandon's lip hardly muffled the moan that escaped him.
"Baby," Ronnie said softly as he gently stroked Brandon, "don't worry about being quiet. I wanna hear you." Brandon let his lip fall from the grip of his teeth and his mouth was parted open slightly. Ronnie rubbed his thumb over Brandon's slit, evoking a short whine from the younger boy.
Brandon's main focus was not coming too soon. He'd been embarrassingly hard ever since Ronnie's dick was in his mouth and now that he was being properly touched, he wasn't sure how long he'd be able to hold out for. Every drag of Ronnie's hand felt like a spark shooting through his body. And this whole "baby" thing wasn't helping either.
If things couldn't get any worse, Ronnie brought his other hand around to Brandon's ass and grabbed it as he continued to stroke Brandon. Brandon whimpered as soon as Ronnie gripped him and the drummer couldn't get enough of the noises he was making.
Ronnie kept kneading Brandon through the fabric of his briefs and listened to the filthy noises coming from his mouth. Ronnie had definitely been proven wrong: the other night in the broom closet-the alcohol was not making Brandon more responsive, it was actually making him less responsive. Ronnie loved how vocal Brandon was and how even the simplest touch could elicit a gasp from the boy.
Brandon's breath was shaky and his moans wavered in his throat. Unconsciously, Brandon was thrusting haphazardly into Ronnie's grip now. Ronnie knew that Brandon was close and hoped the boy wouldn't feel embarrassed if he finished early. Ronnie watched as Brandon's thighs began to shake and his mouth was hanging open-he wanted to kiss him more than anything.
Ronnie repositioned the two of them so that Ronnie was sitting up with Brandon on his lap as Ronnie continued stroking Brandon with one hand and moved the other to the back of Brandon's head. Brandon's hands were on Ronnie's back, slightly digging his nails into the skin. Their foreheads were touching now and Brandon's hot breath was against Ronnie's lips. Ronnie broke the distance between them and crashed their lips together. Ronnie slipped his tongue out to lick along the singer's bottom lip before guiding it into Brandon's mouth to slide against his own. As Brandon grew closer with every stroke, he began to make more frequent noises against Ronnie's mouth.
Ronnie pulled away from Brandon's mouth and admired how red and plump they looked. He moved his lips so that they were right next to Brandon's ear and Brandon shivered slightly.
"Come for me, baby," Ronnie whispered. He closed his demand by gentle biting Brandon's earlobe and tugging on it before pulling away completely.
"Oh god, Ron," Brandon's moans were desperate now, "Ron please."
Ronnie moved away from the side of Brandon's face so he could look at the singer's face again. There was no way Ronnie was going to wait this long to have Brandon in this position and not see what his O-Face looked like. Ronnie and Brandon made eye contact as Ronnie picked up the pace of his hand.
"Ron..Ronnie… oh, oh god, I'm-!" Brandon's eyes closed and his eyebrows furrowed as he gasped a final time and spilled over Ronnie's fingers and his briefs. Ronnie felt Brandon's nails dig into his skin and drag down as he let out a string of moans. Ronnie worked Brandon through his climax, slowing down his strokes and the boy caught his breath.
Completely exhausted, Brandon's body slumped forward and they were touching foreheads again. Ronnie chuckled, "You good, B?"
"Yeah, I-" Brandon swallowed and took a few breaths before continuing, "I'm sorry that didn't take very long."
"Shhh," Ronnie hushed him before he could apologize any more, "it's okay. You were amazing, baby, it was so hot. And you can't help the fact that having my dick in your mouth turned you on so much beforehand."
"Shut up", Brandon chuckled breathlessly, "you're the one who's still holding onto my dick." Ronnie moved his hand away from Brandon's aforementioned penis.
"Touché" Ronnie said before pulling away from Brandon's forehead and standing up, "Now, let's clean up and sleep for sixteen hours straight."
In the bathroom, Ronnie washed his hands and Brandon changed into clean underwear.
"Oh," Ronnie said as he reached for the towel and looked at Brandon's new briefs, "those ones don't have a cute pattern."
"Sorry, I left my ones with palm trees on them at home." Ronnie laughed and then Brandon gave him a look that told Ronnie he wasn't joking.
"Oh my god," Brandon said in a concerned voice, "your back. I'm sorry." Ronnie was confused and then turned around to peek over his shoulder and into the mirror. His eyes were met with a handful of red scratches lining his upper back.
"Holy shit," Ronnie muttered, "that's really hot."
"Doesn't it hurt, though?" Brandon's hands grazed just beneath one of the scratches.
"I didn't notice them, did I? And now I get to carry a reminder of this night around for a few days." Ronnie winked at Brandon and Brandon blushed. "Let's go to bed, baby," Brandon grabbed Ronnie's outstretched hand and followed him back into the bedroom. On the short way to the bed, Brandon let go of his hand to search through Ronnie's bag briefly and pull out a t-shirt before putting it on.
"You have a whole bag of your own clothes, you know." Ronnie said from the bed.
"You're just mad because I look better in your clothes than you do," Brandon said as he crawled under the covers and joined Ronnie.
"Again, touché." Ronnie was on his back and his left arm was outstretched to welcome the singer. Brandon was lying so that his right cheek was on Ronnie's chest as Ronnie wrapped his arm around Brandon's body.
"Goodnight, B."
"Goodnight… hey, Ronnie, can I ask you something?
"Of course."
"You really love my ass, don't you?"
"Yeah, I do."
"And my lips."
"Yeah."
"I could tell. Goodnight, Ron. Happy Birthday."
Ronnie kissed Brandon's head, "Thank you. Goodnight, baby."