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Champagne Supernova
Title: Champagne Supernova
Author: J33-3
Fandom: Placebo/Colour Of Fire
Genre: PWP
Pairing: Brian/Owen
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Champagne is being poured everywhere but it only succeeds in making Owen even more hot...
Author's Note: I had started this months ago after an msn convo with Camille and Susi during which we were perving on Owen, and me being me, i just had to turn this nice talk into a fic...
“A toast !! To our last show together !” Stuart exclaimed.
“Guys, we’re not gonna celebrate this with beers! Hang on, I think we have a bottle of champagne left somewhere…” Stefan replied, walking to the mini fridge in the corner of their dressing room.
Tonight was the end of a few shows shared with Colour Of Fire, and they were well decided to have a massive party after the gig. But for now, a glass of champagne would have to do.
Brian was sitting on the black fake leather couch, being unusually silent and observing the musicians in the room. His eyes fell upon Owen and he smiled as their gazes met.
But just then there was a loud *POP* and golden liquid flew towards Owen who froze and stood as if paralysed as champagne started dripping from his hair and down his face, his bright pink shirt soaked and clinging to his narrow chest.
The room burst out into laughter, except for Brian who was staring intensely at him, a small smirk on his lips. He followed his tiny frame with his eyes as Owen walked to the door, laughing heartily with the others and excusing himself.
“I’d better go get cleaned up before we gotta go on stage…”
“Yeah, fuck knows what the fans would think when they see you dripping wet before anything even started…” Stuart sniggered, his voice full of sarcasm.
“Fuck you,” Owen laughed.
“Something along those lines indeed…” Stefan grinned.
Owen left the room, shaking his head, and made his way to the bathroom which was a bit further down the corridor. He pushed the door open and walked to one of the sinks, glancing at himself in the mirror above it.
“Look at you… what a state you’re in…” he shook his head, amused.
“What a sight indeed…” a familiar voice said from behind him.
Owen turned around abruptly, surprised by the intrusion. There, leaning against the doorframe, was Brian, wearing on his face an expression Owen had never seen before. He almost looked like… a predator watching its prey…
Feline-like, he slowly made his way to where Owen was standing immobile, his eyes not leaving the English man’s.
Brian stopped mere centimetres away from him, his eyes now wandering over Owen’s face and chest. Owen felt himself gulp under the intense gaze, his own breath quickening slightly as Brian’s hot one was tickling his cheek.
Brian lifted one hand, and slowly trailed one finger down Owen’s jaw, then brought it to his mouth, sucking on it, tasting the champagne.
“Mmm,” Brian moaned softly. “It’s lush…” he whispered, looking right into Owen’s eyes. And somehow, the latter didn’t know whether he was referring to the alcohol or to something else…
Owen unconsciously took a step back as Brian took one forward. He gasped as his bottom collided with the cold sink and looked anxiously at the man standing in front of him. He swallowed hard and gripped the edges of the sink tightly.
Brian moved his hand back towards Owen, letting his finger slowly run down his chest through the wet material of his shirt. Brian suddenly gripped the collar and pushed Owen roughly against the tiled wall beside the sink.
Owen let out a small squeal as his back hit the wall, followed by a silent gasp as Brian’s body came to press against his own, pinning him to the wall. He let out a small sigh, feeling aroused by this in spite of himself.
“Mmm Owen… my sweet little Owen…” Brian half whispered half moaned, grinning evilly, slightly moving his body against the other man’s.
A small sound escaped Owen’s throat on which Brian’s eyes were locked. The latter watched the adam’s apple bobbing up and down the delicate throat.
Brian licked his lips and with no warning leant forward, attaching them to the soft and tender flesh, once more tasting the sweet alcohol from an even sweeter skin.
Owen’s head fell back against the wall, slightly tilted to the side. His eyelids fluttered closed and his lips parted to let out the most beautiful of moans.
Brian, spurred on by this reaction, pressed his body harder against the other one and moved one hand to Owen’s chest, caressing it through his shirt before letting it move downwards. His lips travelled up his neck to his jaw, collecting the few droplets with his hot tongue down to his chin. He bit on it softly, making Owen groan and bite his own bottom lip.
Brian brought his tongue out, tentatively licking at Owen’s lips, feeling his warm breath coming out in shallow pants. All the while, Brian had let his hand move further and further down, past Owen’s waistband. And as he finally lay his palm over the young man’s crotch, feeling it hard against his hand, he roughly pushed his tongue into Owen’s hot mouth, by doing so muffling the small cry coming out the trapped man’s throat.
Owen was lost in pleasure and desire, unable to think straight anymore. All he was able to do was moan and groan and kiss back, his hands pressed flat against the wall each side of his hips. He gave a particularly loud gasp as Brian’s fingers squeezed his now rock hard cock through his trousers, eliciting a devious smirk from Brian.
“Brian, I...” he tried but it was too hard too concentrate.
“Yes?” Brian asked in a whisper, hot against Owen’s ear, licking at the edge.
“I...” Warm lips wrapped around his earlobe cut him once more.
“You what...? What do you want Owen?” Brian pulled away enough to look in the other’s eyes, a kinky grin not leaving his face. His hand had stopped its movements, causing Owen to moan slightly in disappointment. Instead, the fingers had moved up his fly and started working on his belt and button.
Owen swallowed hard, guessing what was in store for him. He opened his eyes with difficulty, but had to close them as soon as he met Brian’s burning gaze on him, unable to bear it.
As he pulled the zip down as slowly as possible, Brian leant close to Owen’s ear again. In a murmur that made the other’s hair stand to attention, he said: “I’m gonna tell you what you want. You want me to rid you off those uncomfortable clothes... you want me to get down on my knees just for you...” His smile grew wider as he felt Owen gulp and shiver against him. “You want me to suck you off... don’t you?” A strangled moan escaped Owen’s throat. “Yes you do... you want... me.”
And before Owen had the time to give an answer, not that he was in any state to, Brian had yanked his trousers and boxers down and swallowed the whole length of his erection in one go. Owen cried out in surprise, quickly becoming delirious as Brian’s head moved fast on him.
Owen still had both his hands pressed to the wall, now slippery with sweat, and his head was moving from left to right as if in denial of such great and intense pleasure, eyes tighlty shut, teeth ravaging his swollen red bottom lip. Tiny cries and moans were coming out of his shaking body, interspersed with loud pants and Brian’s name.
Brian had one hand on Owen’s narrow hip, slowly guiding him in and out of his mouth that was swallowing him all the way in each time, his lips as tight as he could, tongue wrapping around the head and teeth soflty grazing along his shaft. He could feel Owen’s pulse going faster and faster, and he knew it wouldn’t need much to throw the young man over the edge. His other hand moved from Owen’s backside where it was squeezing the tender flesh, to his mouth, and Owen accepted Brian’s finger without a second thought, sucking on it fiercely.
Brian couldn’t help moaning at that, sending vibrations through Owen’s whole body, causing him to buck violently.
Brian held in a laugh, sucking on him with even more enthusiasm, and eventually removed his finger from Owen’s hot mouth, bringing it back to another hot part of his body. The young man gasped loudly as Brian pushed his finger deep inside him and hit a very sensitive spot.
Owen’s whole body grew tense as Brian’s finger pushed in once again and he came hard in his awaiting mouth.
Silence filled the room, only disturbed by Owen’s fast and heavy breathing, eventually slowing down. With a contented smile, he opened his eyes and looked down at Brian, only Brian wasn’t there, neither was he anywhere else in this room.
Owen blinked in confusion, not understanding Brian’s unexpected and quick departure. Then he looked down at his softening cock... still wrapped in his fingers. Owen sighed deeply and let his head fall back against the tiled wall, closing his eyes in comprehension.
In the dressing room, the party was still going loudly. Brian was still sitting on the black leather couch, his eyes fixing a spot on the carpet, a vague smile on his lips as Owen’s moans echoed in his head...
The end.
Author: J33-3
Fandom: Placebo/Colour Of Fire
Genre: PWP
Pairing: Brian/Owen
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Champagne is being poured everywhere but it only succeeds in making Owen even more hot...
Author's Note: I had started this months ago after an msn convo with Camille and Susi during which we were perving on Owen, and me being me, i just had to turn this nice talk into a fic...
“A toast !! To our last show together !” Stuart exclaimed.
“Guys, we’re not gonna celebrate this with beers! Hang on, I think we have a bottle of champagne left somewhere…” Stefan replied, walking to the mini fridge in the corner of their dressing room.
Tonight was the end of a few shows shared with Colour Of Fire, and they were well decided to have a massive party after the gig. But for now, a glass of champagne would have to do.
Brian was sitting on the black fake leather couch, being unusually silent and observing the musicians in the room. His eyes fell upon Owen and he smiled as their gazes met.
But just then there was a loud *POP* and golden liquid flew towards Owen who froze and stood as if paralysed as champagne started dripping from his hair and down his face, his bright pink shirt soaked and clinging to his narrow chest.
The room burst out into laughter, except for Brian who was staring intensely at him, a small smirk on his lips. He followed his tiny frame with his eyes as Owen walked to the door, laughing heartily with the others and excusing himself.
“I’d better go get cleaned up before we gotta go on stage…”
“Yeah, fuck knows what the fans would think when they see you dripping wet before anything even started…” Stuart sniggered, his voice full of sarcasm.
“Fuck you,” Owen laughed.
“Something along those lines indeed…” Stefan grinned.
Owen left the room, shaking his head, and made his way to the bathroom which was a bit further down the corridor. He pushed the door open and walked to one of the sinks, glancing at himself in the mirror above it.
“Look at you… what a state you’re in…” he shook his head, amused.
“What a sight indeed…” a familiar voice said from behind him.
Owen turned around abruptly, surprised by the intrusion. There, leaning against the doorframe, was Brian, wearing on his face an expression Owen had never seen before. He almost looked like… a predator watching its prey…
Feline-like, he slowly made his way to where Owen was standing immobile, his eyes not leaving the English man’s.
Brian stopped mere centimetres away from him, his eyes now wandering over Owen’s face and chest. Owen felt himself gulp under the intense gaze, his own breath quickening slightly as Brian’s hot one was tickling his cheek.
Brian lifted one hand, and slowly trailed one finger down Owen’s jaw, then brought it to his mouth, sucking on it, tasting the champagne.
“Mmm,” Brian moaned softly. “It’s lush…” he whispered, looking right into Owen’s eyes. And somehow, the latter didn’t know whether he was referring to the alcohol or to something else…
Owen unconsciously took a step back as Brian took one forward. He gasped as his bottom collided with the cold sink and looked anxiously at the man standing in front of him. He swallowed hard and gripped the edges of the sink tightly.
Brian moved his hand back towards Owen, letting his finger slowly run down his chest through the wet material of his shirt. Brian suddenly gripped the collar and pushed Owen roughly against the tiled wall beside the sink.
Owen let out a small squeal as his back hit the wall, followed by a silent gasp as Brian’s body came to press against his own, pinning him to the wall. He let out a small sigh, feeling aroused by this in spite of himself.
“Mmm Owen… my sweet little Owen…” Brian half whispered half moaned, grinning evilly, slightly moving his body against the other man’s.
A small sound escaped Owen’s throat on which Brian’s eyes were locked. The latter watched the adam’s apple bobbing up and down the delicate throat.
Brian licked his lips and with no warning leant forward, attaching them to the soft and tender flesh, once more tasting the sweet alcohol from an even sweeter skin.
Owen’s head fell back against the wall, slightly tilted to the side. His eyelids fluttered closed and his lips parted to let out the most beautiful of moans.
Brian, spurred on by this reaction, pressed his body harder against the other one and moved one hand to Owen’s chest, caressing it through his shirt before letting it move downwards. His lips travelled up his neck to his jaw, collecting the few droplets with his hot tongue down to his chin. He bit on it softly, making Owen groan and bite his own bottom lip.
Brian brought his tongue out, tentatively licking at Owen’s lips, feeling his warm breath coming out in shallow pants. All the while, Brian had let his hand move further and further down, past Owen’s waistband. And as he finally lay his palm over the young man’s crotch, feeling it hard against his hand, he roughly pushed his tongue into Owen’s hot mouth, by doing so muffling the small cry coming out the trapped man’s throat.
Owen was lost in pleasure and desire, unable to think straight anymore. All he was able to do was moan and groan and kiss back, his hands pressed flat against the wall each side of his hips. He gave a particularly loud gasp as Brian’s fingers squeezed his now rock hard cock through his trousers, eliciting a devious smirk from Brian.
“Brian, I...” he tried but it was too hard too concentrate.
“Yes?” Brian asked in a whisper, hot against Owen’s ear, licking at the edge.
“I...” Warm lips wrapped around his earlobe cut him once more.
“You what...? What do you want Owen?” Brian pulled away enough to look in the other’s eyes, a kinky grin not leaving his face. His hand had stopped its movements, causing Owen to moan slightly in disappointment. Instead, the fingers had moved up his fly and started working on his belt and button.
Owen swallowed hard, guessing what was in store for him. He opened his eyes with difficulty, but had to close them as soon as he met Brian’s burning gaze on him, unable to bear it.
As he pulled the zip down as slowly as possible, Brian leant close to Owen’s ear again. In a murmur that made the other’s hair stand to attention, he said: “I’m gonna tell you what you want. You want me to rid you off those uncomfortable clothes... you want me to get down on my knees just for you...” His smile grew wider as he felt Owen gulp and shiver against him. “You want me to suck you off... don’t you?” A strangled moan escaped Owen’s throat. “Yes you do... you want... me.”
And before Owen had the time to give an answer, not that he was in any state to, Brian had yanked his trousers and boxers down and swallowed the whole length of his erection in one go. Owen cried out in surprise, quickly becoming delirious as Brian’s head moved fast on him.
Owen still had both his hands pressed to the wall, now slippery with sweat, and his head was moving from left to right as if in denial of such great and intense pleasure, eyes tighlty shut, teeth ravaging his swollen red bottom lip. Tiny cries and moans were coming out of his shaking body, interspersed with loud pants and Brian’s name.
Brian had one hand on Owen’s narrow hip, slowly guiding him in and out of his mouth that was swallowing him all the way in each time, his lips as tight as he could, tongue wrapping around the head and teeth soflty grazing along his shaft. He could feel Owen’s pulse going faster and faster, and he knew it wouldn’t need much to throw the young man over the edge. His other hand moved from Owen’s backside where it was squeezing the tender flesh, to his mouth, and Owen accepted Brian’s finger without a second thought, sucking on it fiercely.
Brian couldn’t help moaning at that, sending vibrations through Owen’s whole body, causing him to buck violently.
Brian held in a laugh, sucking on him with even more enthusiasm, and eventually removed his finger from Owen’s hot mouth, bringing it back to another hot part of his body. The young man gasped loudly as Brian pushed his finger deep inside him and hit a very sensitive spot.
Owen’s whole body grew tense as Brian’s finger pushed in once again and he came hard in his awaiting mouth.
Silence filled the room, only disturbed by Owen’s fast and heavy breathing, eventually slowing down. With a contented smile, he opened his eyes and looked down at Brian, only Brian wasn’t there, neither was he anywhere else in this room.
Owen blinked in confusion, not understanding Brian’s unexpected and quick departure. Then he looked down at his softening cock... still wrapped in his fingers. Owen sighed deeply and let his head fall back against the tiled wall, closing his eyes in comprehension.
In the dressing room, the party was still going loudly. Brian was still sitting on the black leather couch, his eyes fixing a spot on the carpet, a vague smile on his lips as Owen’s moans echoed in his head...
The end.