Title: idk, I can never think of good titles
Rating: R I guess
This is kinda old. I dug it up and decided I might as well post it. Idk how good it is, and Ive never shared my writing, soo.. here it goes. Plus, this place has been dead for way too long. Let's bring some life back into it, please! Ive never posted here before, but here goes nothing. I hope you enjoy~
It's freezing in the hotel room. I wrapped the blanket around me tighter. It’s 1 in the morning and I had only 5 more hours of sleep left before we would be up and on the road again. I rolled over and buried my head under the pillow. Why did I have get the room with the broken heater? Fuck.
I was already pissed about what had happened at the show tonight. Brandon throwing his usual temper tantrum when things didn’t go right. He’s so cute when he’s angry though, it’s impossible to stay upset with him. The way his forehead wrinkles and his eyes get glazed over… and when he pouts his lips like that…
NO. Stop. He is not gay, and neither are you. You need to pull it together man. Stop having these thoughts. Tits. Tits tits tits. Gotta love them tits… But the way Brandon’s ass looks in those black jeans… NO. Stop Ron, pull it together. You have a wife at home, responsibilities…
Maybe if I just go in his room, you know, see if he’s alright. Maybe he’ll still be awake. I don’t know, I just need an excuse to see him. Maybe it will help.
I rub my eyes and get up. I throw on some jeans and a black v neck. It’s freezing, but I’m not in the mood to find anything warmer. I walk over to the heater and kick it, as if to say fuck you, hoping it may help to help get some warm air flowing. I stare at it for some time. It’s useless.
It becomes clear to me I’m stalling. “Don’t be such a wimp.” I say to myself. “It’s just Brandon. My friend. My band mate. The one I usually hang out with at all hours of the night. What’s there to be nervous about? Upsetting his beauty sleep?” I laugh to myself, trying to ease myself up a bit. I make my way to the door and open it, and walk down the hall, working up my courage until I’ve reached his room. I hesitate before knocking. Just as I’m about to, the door flies open. I jump a little, not expecting him to even be awake. But there he was, still dressed and looking up at me with those eyes.
I love his eyes.
“Oh… um... h- hey” I manage to get out of my mouth.
“I was just about to come see you, actually” He says with a laugh.
I love his laugh.
I stare at him for a moment, but quickly look away.
Tits tits tits tits.
“Yeah, same... I mean… I was just… I was gonna… the heater in my room is broken.” I rub my palms together emphasizing the fact that I’m cold, casually looking around. “Can I come in?”
He smiles at me. “Sure!”
I walk in and he follows, closing the door behind him. I sit on the couch by the window. He just stands there, looking at me. “So…” I say to break the silence. “What are you doing up?” I couldn’t think of anything else to say, and I could feel my hard on press against my jeans. What it is about him that does this to me, I’ll never know.
He plops himself down on the bad facing up. “Just couldn’t sleep. I have a lot on my mind is all.” He turns on his side, his face now resting in his hand, elbow propped up on the bed. “Sorry about earlier, after the show, I mean. You know how I can get.” He looks apologetic, and It’s adorable.
“Yeah, I know. “ I laugh. “It’s ok.” It’s quiet for a long moment. He just stares at me. “So…erm” I spit out. “You said you just about to come see me..?”
He sits up, looking somewhat embarrassed. He’s so adorable, it almost hurts. I can’t help but blush. I look away. “Like I said.” He continues “I have a lot on my mind. I just needed someone to talk to…” He hesitates, then get’s up and walks towards me. “I just… I like talking to you… being with you, I guess.”
I look up him, and he is now standing right above me. We stare at each other for a long moment, then I quickly stand up. I grab his face in my hands and give him a long kiss. Not so much a passionate one, but sweet, as if to let him know I’m here for him. The kiss seems to last a lifetime. I pull away. “So- sorry… I…” I stammer as I step back.
He just looks at me, and a smirk appears on his face. That beautiful face. “Don’t be.” He says. I’m a bit surprised by the response, but he looks at me, as if he knows. As if he’s always known. He takes off his shirt, never losing eye contact with me. Then his pants. Before I know it, he’s standing there in nothing but his underwear.
I can’t help but stare. “You’re beautiful.” I say. And I mean it. He reaches for my belt. I swallow hard and close my eyes. He is swift, like he’s done this before. I take off my shirt. My cock is extremely hard at this point. I grab Brandon from the back of his neck and kiss him, harder this time. He kisses me back, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. He pulls away to catch his breath, and starts to kiss my neck. I don’t want him to stop and I let out a moan.
It’s all happening so fast.
He pushes me onto the couch, and climbs on top of me. I want to kiss all of him, feel all of him. He kisses my chest again, then my stomach, moving his way down to the obvious bulge throbbing in my briefs.
“Brandon, please…” I beg. I want him to suck me. I want him to take in all of me. He looks up at me with a devilish grin. I lift up a bit, and he pulls off my briefs. He takes me in his mouth all at once, moving slowly at first, but gradually picking up speed. Everything is happening so fast. I let out a loud groan. “Oh, god… ugh, Brandon” I clench my teeth. “Stop…stop.” He lifts his head up, and looks at me. “I… I don’t want to come yet” I say.
He leans in for another kiss, and I never want him to pull away. He whispers in my ear. “I want you to fuck me Ron” I look at him, almost confused, as if to ask him if he was sure he wanted to do this. He repeats himself “I want you to fuck me like the slut I am.” I can feel him grinning. I smile too and I push him off me, and throw him onto the bed. I yank off his underwear and toss them to the side. He reaches over to the bedside table and pulls out a condom and some lube. He tosses them to me, and I prepare myself.
I rub his back with my hand. His skin is so smooth, he’s so beautiful. The way his back arches, and his now messed up hair. And that amazing ass...
I feel nervous, I’ve never done this before, but I hold my breath and slide one finger into him. His toes curl next to my thighs, and I can hear him moan. I slide in another, then three. He whimpers. I lean forward and kiss his back, and stay there for a moment.
He turns his head to me “I’m ready.”
I lean back and grab my cock in my hand, and just as I’m about to enter him he says, “Don’t be gentle.” His voice is shaky, but assertive. He lets out a laugh, and I take it as a challenge.
I ram it into him. He lets out a loud grunt. “AH, Fuck!” he yells. He is so tight, and can feel him squirm under me, but I do as I was told. I slide in and out, faster and faster. I let out grunts and moans of pleasure every now and then, and Brandon does the same.
“You like this you little slut, don’t you?” I grunt in his ear, playing along with his game. I can hear him let out a sound of sheer pleasure, so I keep going, my hands on his hips.
“Fuck, oh fuck, Ronnie… Don’t stop…”
I fuck him harder, and manage to find his cock with a free hand. I stroke it, and soon have a steady rhythm. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I bite down on my lip.
“Oh shit, I’m gonna come!” He lets out a cry and slumps forward, sending quick spurts of come all over the bed spread. I continue to pound him and I come soon after that, letting out a loud cry. I pull out and collapse beside him. We just lay there, panting. He looks into my eyes and we kiss.