FIC: Practice Makes Perfect - Part Two
Title: Practice Makes Perfect - Part 1
Author: rasvi
Series: Band of Ultimate Hotass
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kyle/Joey/Andy
Summary: Curiosity will get you more than killed
Warnings: The weak ass plot is only there to lead to the pronz.
Disclaimer: All in my imagination. Bois own themselves. (If I owned them, there would be a picspam accompanying this fic. XD) Prompt: #21 - in a recording studio Part One
Just after the guys rounded the corner en route to the studio, Kyle slinked in the same direction, curious what Dave had up his sleeve and what song it was for, but his spying was interupted by a sound guy with annoying questions he answered helpfully but was only half paying attention to. He got almost to the door when it suddenly flew open and Neal was rampaging out and back in through the studio doors. Now his curiousity was really running wild. He snuck up to the production door and slipped inside. He heard the music for Bar Ba Sol playing. It took a second for his eyes to focus on the large window separating the two booths, but when it did his jaw nearly hit the floor. "Now that's fucking hot," he said to himself, hand unconsciously going to his rising erection as he watched the two older men going at it hard against the wall. He groaned into the touch and leaned against the wall, watching with hunger in his eyes.
"Joey!" Andy came bounding down the hall, obviously excited about something. "Hey have you seen the guys?"
"Nope. What's up?"
"Just saw them heading into the studio about five minutes ago," one of the random people in the hall offered.
"Awesome," the brunette smiled and grabbed the lanky boy's arm, rambling as they made their way to the studio. When they hit the door they nearly knocked Kyle over, leaning against the wall, jeans half down and his hand pumping hard. Weird place to jerk off, they both thought for a second before their eyes met the two on the other side of the window.
"Fucking hell," Joey stammered.
"That's fucking hot," Andy agreed. Kyle was quickly trying to put himself to rights, beaming bright red and obviously embarassed.
"I.. uh.. um.."
"Oh no you don't," the small brunette's hands stopped the drummer's just as they were zipping his fly. He slid his own hand down past the denim and pulled Kyle's face down to kiss him hard. Kyle whimpered into the kiss.
"Awesome," Joey agreed, biting at Kyle's slender neck, only causing him to whimper more from the overload of contact. Andy was busily working Kyle's tshirt off over his head while Joey worked the offending jeans back down. He ran his tongue down Kyle's skinny stomach, stopping momentarily to nibble at his nipple, making Kyle shudder, before he sank to his knees. When he ran his tongue up the shaft of the boy's dick and then ran it down his throat Kyle nearly collapsed against the wall.
"Now that's hot," Andy had to admit, watching Joey suck Kyle off with an almost desperate hunger. He leaned down over Joey's back and started to unfasten his belt. Joey moaned in approval as he heard Andy's zipper sliding down. The brunette eased a couple fingers into the taller boy's entrance, making him groan, testing the tight hole. When he slipped in a third finger it wasn't long before the bass player was bucking back on his fingers, begging for more, and Andy happily obliged. He slid in slowly at first, testing the rhythm, but when Joey moaned loudly around Kyle's cock he sped up the pace.
He reached his hand to tangle in the curly tresses, tentatively at first. But when Joey threw his head back, moaning, "Fuck yeah," he pulled harder and slammed into him
"Ah god!" Kyle scrambled against the wall, clinging for something to hang onto and finding nothing. He brought his hand down on Joey's hair and his hand met Andy's. Andy opened his eyes and looked up at Kyle, against the wall and ragged, struggling to keep a hold. He smiled devilishly at the younger man and swapped hands, the drummer now pulling at Joey's long hair, throwing his own head back into the wall hard. Andy reached around Joey's stomach with his now free hand and started pumping his cock hard. He gave a sharp moan and started bucking into the contact.
Kyle looked down at Joey, his fingers wrapped up in his hair. When the boy looked up at him, eyes half lidded and hungry, Kyle lost it. He fell over that ledge moaning loudly, pumping into his face sharply. As he swallowed the seed hungrily he went over himself, grinding onto Andy's dick and shooting all over his hand and the floor. The sudden tightness around his cock sent Andy into the first spasms and he was moaning and riding Kyle hard, emptying himself into him.
The three men collapsed into a tangled pile on the studio floor.
"Hang on a sec, Dave," Neal paused, "I forgot my cigarettes." He opened the door to the production cubicle and nearly fell over the naked and half-naked bodies sprawled on the floor. "Hey guys. You enjoy the performance?" He grinned down at them before grabbing his smokes and closing the door again behind him.