By Mia
(Rated NC-17 for m/m sex)
By Mia
(Rated NC-17 for m/m sex)
The tour bus filled with the weary band pulled up into the parking lot of the motel. "Damn these backwater towns," Steven groaned wearily. "I don’t wanna stay at a Motel 6." "Sleep on the tour bus, then," Joey growled. "I want a hot shower and some sleep." "Sleep," Tom repeated. Tom had been up since six this morning, trying to get down the chords for the cover of "Fool in the Rain," which Steven insisted would liven up the set. After tonight’s roaring show, they were all tired. The boys received their keys and luggage, and trudged up the stairs to their rooms, saying unenthusiastic "good night's."
Steven sang in the shower. Always has. A few chords of 'Pink' here and there. A snatch of a Led Zeppelin song, and an old showtune. The title of the show it was from escaped him. It was good to be clean. Gets the road grime off ya. Sweat and groupie kisses and tiredness melted away. Wrapping himself in a postage-stamp sized motel towel, Steven plopped down on the bed, letting his eyes survey the room. Table. TV. Bathroom. Closet. Motel soap and shower cap. He pulled away the towel about his waist and gave his balls a light scratch, then reached for the remote for the TV. He hoped there was cable. Searching, he discovered that the remote was bolted to the nightstand, and only moved by a swivel holster. Like a Lazy Susan, almost. "Damn backwater towns," he muttered.
Never mind. TV was probably crappy around here anyway. And they probably didn’t even have an adult channel. He pulled the pillow from beneath the cheap covers and curled up, dimming the lamp. Even in his body-weary, mind-active state, he felt some odd juju in that room. Like there was something in there. Something to be feared. He made it a point to pay attention to his instincts. Getting up, he looked around, poking here and there. Maybe there was a little dead mouse or some other small creature haunting this place. He laughed to himself. A ghost mouse! He checked the shower, the closet, under the bed, under the table. Everything was in order. Then the idea came to check the drawers. That’s when he found the source.
In the first drawer were drawn inverted pentagrams. Inverted crosses. Odd symbols. Strange letters that he couldn’t read. Who knows what they could be? He slammed the drawer shut and opened his suitcase. He fished around for his pajama bottoms. He pulled them on quickly, making himself decent enough to run out of there as fast as he could lug his luggage.
"M’ sorry Mister Tyler," the night manager drawled. "We got a gun show goin’ on not moren’ ten miles a’here and we’re all booked up. You fellers are lucky ya got the ones ya did." "Thanks anyway," he grumbled, not meaning a single word of it. He picked up his luggage and walked out into the cool night, sighing. Well, there were options. Go sleep on the tour bus. No. The roadies were probably there drinking or jerking off. Maybe one of the guys would let him crash. Tom? Tom was probably asleep by now. And he was dead tired. He should leave Tom alone. Brad? Brad’s room was on the third level. And Brad snored like a chainsaw. He’d never get any sleep in the same room with Brad. Joey? Ha. Joey would tell him to go get fucked. That left Joe. Good old Joe. Joe wouldn’t mind. Well, he would, but he’d give in. He threw his carry-on over his shoulder and lugged his stuff up the stairs.
Joe grumbled at being woken up from his sleep. This better be good, he thought. He opened the door in his boxers to see Steven grinning sheepishly. "What do you want?" he snapped.
"Joe, can I stay in here with you tonight?" Joe shot him a look that made him explain further. "The room’s all creepy. One of the drawers is all drawn up with Satanic symbols and weird shit." "That’s why the Gideon’s Bible is there," Joe growled in his silvery Boston drawl. "Now go away." "Please, Joe? C’mon. I don’t wanna stay in there. I can’t sleep with that kind of thing."
Joe sighed wearily. Steven smiled. He knew he’d get in. "All right, all right. But you be quiet, still, and if you snore anything like Brad your ass is sleeping on the bus." "Thanks Joe. Thanks a lot." Joe trudged back to bed.
While Steven put his stuff on the table and took a piss, Joe tried to find the warm spot on his pillow and get back to the dreamlessly wonderful slumber that Steven shattered.
Steven turned off the light and slunk into the bed with Joe. "Hey hey, wait a minute," Joe protested. "I didn’t say you could sleep here. Get on the floor." "But it’s cold!" Steven whined. "If I sleep on the floor I’ll catch a
cold. You know what that does to my throat. It’ll fuck up my voice." Joe sighed again. "Such a fucking primadonna. Well, stay on your side. And keep your cold feet away from me." "Of course, Joe," Steven said with a smile. ‘Ah’ Joe thought. ‘Back in bed, ready to sleep, and everything is quiet.’
The silence was short lived.
"I said keep your cold feet away from me," Joe snarled.
"My feet are far away from you!" Steven retorted."Give me a little room ya old grouch."Joe let out an annoyed sigh and inched over slightly.
"Move over, huh?" Steven pushed. "You’re practically on top of me." "I wish"" said Joe. "I’d be able to muffle you and get some sleep! Now shut up. And if I hear another word out outta you I’m shoving you off." "Oh Joe, I love it when you’re forceful," he purred jokingly. With that, Joe shoved Steven off the side of the bed and onto
the floor. Joe smiled coolly. ‘That’ll teach him some manners.’ he thought. Steven picked himself up off the floor, and begrudgingly got under the covers, not saying a word to Joe. A few seconds of silence passed before Steven grumbled "You just can’t take a joke, that’s all. Jeez." "And you don’t know when to shut up. I want to get some sleep." "You just don’t wanna think that you’re even in the same bed with another guy," Steven said. "You can be such a phobe sometimes."
Joe got up on his arms, looking over at Steven. "What’s that mean?" "It means that you can be such a phobe. You’re pissy because I’m a guy asking to sleep in your bed. It’s not like I’m getting off on sleeping in the same bed with you. So just get over yourself and go to sleep. And give me some room." Joe sighed, rolling over and facing the wall. He wrapped himself in his blanket, let his head find he warm spot on his pillow. Joe was stubborn.
Always had to have the last word. "You know you want me," he muttered under his breath.
"What?" Steven asked. "Nothing," Joe said into his pillow, "so go to sleep" "I wanna know what you said," Steven insisted. Joe sighed. Steven could be such a fucking child sometimes. "I said ‘I know you want me.’ Happy now?"
"Phobe."
"What?"
"I said you’re a phobe, Joe. Now shut up and go to sleep."
"Seriously," Joe said, rolling over and facing Steven. "You’ve never thought about me sexually?"
"No," Steven lied. "Go to sleep."
"Bullshit," Joe snapped. "Tell me he truth."
Steven sighed and looked at Joe. If it’ll stroke his ego, Steven thought, I’ll tell him. "Okay...maybe once or twice. But you’re not my jerkoff fantasy or anything." Joe was slightly shocked by what Steven had said. The thought had crossed his mind, that Steven might have been attracted to him. But to hear it from Steven’s own lips...whoa. Steven sighed. He couldn’t believe what had escaped his lips. He never meant for Joe to find out about it. Joe was...forbidden territory. His guitarist, his friend,...Jesus. But he had said it. What he thought of Joe. An awkward silence passed between them.
Their heads were so close; their lips. Steven felt his blood boiling, passion welling. He leaned forward and kissed Joe full on his lips, which were soft and small in comparison to his own. For seven glorious seconds, there was no other place in the world but that bed. No other people but the two of them. He pulled away gently, leaving both of them breathless in the wake of that superb kiss.
Steven let out a sigh-smile. "Heh. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to kiss those lips." "Ditto," Joe smiled. A second passed, each considering this new development.
Joe was the first one to act, inching closer to Steven and kissing him, far less cautiously than he had been kissed. Joe closed his eyes as his lips touched Steven’s, a bit rougher and full of passion. Steven felt himself getting
harder. He had always dreamed this somewhere in the back of his mind, when he was in the middle of nowhere, far from the rest of the guys, from everyone. They were there now. Joe kissed Steven furiously, with all the unleashed passion of years of curiosity. The barrier had been broken. Steven’s tongue snaked between Joe’s lips, hitting his teeth before being welcomed into Joe’s warm mouth. Their tongues tangled around like two little snakes. Steven tasted the walls of Joe’s mouth, his tongue. He tasted like spices. Hot, tangy. They had all eaten at some barbecue
joint before the show, Joe chasing hot ribs with chili peppers and putting tobasco on his corn. Always a fan of spicy foods. Joe rolled over on to Steven, wrapped his arms around his Steven’s body while Steven ran his fingers through Joe’s hair. Soft as silk, he slid through those long black waves, pulling them over his face in a dark curtain. He prayed silently that this would last. That the kisses would keep coming, and slowly and passionately melt into something more. Joe kissed him gently again, wanting to feel Steven’s lips, like taking a cartography of them. Every
line, every fiber, every pore. He wanted to memorize them. His cock was hard as it had ever been, almost aching. He wanted to whip it out. He wanted to jerk of like a jackrabbit with Steven right there. He wanted everything and more.
Steven broke the passionate kisses, much to Joe’s disappointment. He then turned Joe over onto his back, on top of him, then kissed him again. Joe felt his heart racing. More, yes! Steven pried his lips away from Joe’s, placing them on his neck. Steven could feel Joe’s pulse race while he kissed his smooth neck. He must have shaved right before he went to bed. Joe returned the lucious favor, kissing Steven’s neck, nibbling it lightly. "Bite it," Steven groaned to Joe between kisses. Joe took a nice piece of Steven’s neck flesh between his teeth, bit down harder, allowing his hands to move down Steven’s body and grab his butt over his pajama bottoms. Steven was in carnal heaven. More kisses, yes. More necking and more everything. Joe could smell Steven’s body scent. It was like patchouli, warm and wafting into his nostrils as he kissed the crook of Steven’s neck. He licked it with the very edge of his tongue, wondering if there was a taste to accompany that wonderful sweet aroma. Steve’s cock was hard and impatient against Joe’s abs. Joe wondered if he could bring himself to touch Steve, caress his small naked frame. He slipped his hands into Steven’s pajama pants, letting his hands caress Steven’s ass. He always had a small but cute behind. He gave Steven’s butt a gentle squeeze, making Steven groan and take a small nip on Joe’s neck. Steven kissed Joe’s lips again before straddling him in a cowboy position. Joe looked up at Steve, his eyes full of lust and curiosity, wanting to know what delicious surprise awaited him next.
Steve ran his fingers down Joe’s chest, across his abs. There had been times where they were under hot stage lights, and the heat of the playing and of the crowd and perhaps of the venue would force them all to ventilate. Remove jackets, shirts. Joe was never shy about taking off his shirts onstage. His muscled frame made his half-nakedness welcome to the ladies in the arena, letting his Adonis-like body glisten with sweat under the hot stage lights. Steven always said that being onstage made his pants tighter. He never said it was the crowd that made it so.
He bent down and draped himself over Joe’s right side, placing his leg over Joe’s. Joe felt Steven’s hard-on against his thigh. It was so delicious. He began kissing his way down Joe’s muscled torso, licking here and there. He affixed his mouth onto Joe’s nipple, biting it with the same gentle ferocity he had used on Joe’s neck, grinding it
gently between his teeth. Joe thought he would go pleasure-mad. It made his shaft rock hard. He had at times thought about Steve and him doing something; perhaps a kiss snuck in after a particularly hot show, or maybe even jerking off in the same room, but never this, this...incredible fucking sensation. Steve’s hands deftly slid down into Joe’s underwear, taking his stiff cock in his hands. Joe felt like he could have come right then. Steven had very soft hands. After all, he was the singer, and had no guitar-callused fingertips to scratch and annoy the swollen dick of his beautiful guitarist. His thumb ran over the head of Joe’s shaft, caressing it gently, giving it slight tugs to make it stiffen in his hand. Steve’s tongue played over Joe’s nipples, around his pecs before slowly tracing a line with his tongue down the middle of him. 'Reading between my lines,' Joe thought as Steven’s tongue glided past his happy trail.
Steve wanted Joe in his mouth. He wanted to feel Joe’s dick between his lips, hot and slippery. He wanted to feel Joe come in his mouth, to taste Joe’s cream, raw and hot. Steven pulled down Joe’s silk boxers with a gentle tug. Joe had a very nice cock; it must have been at least a good eight inches, and wonderfully thick, with balls that
looked like they were a mouthful by themselves. They were lightly dusted with black curly hair. Slowly he pulled Joe’s shorts down; over his thighs, past his knees, his ankles. He was wonderfully naked. He had seen Joe’s body before while changing in and out of stage clothes, on the tour bus, a million other places that were only a shadow as compared to now. Now he possessed him. Steven laid down on the bed, placing his head squarely between Joe’s thighs. He moaned when Steven kissed the helmet, already glistening with pre-cum. He took it in his mouth, between those lucious lips, licking the length of the shaft up and down slowly. His tongue danced around Joe’s shaft like a
ribbon on a Maypole. He had done this before, for sure. Joe had heard a million things about it. Whispered things from the staff, tabloid headlines, things that were pure speculation. Things that Steven laughed off and shrugged away. He must have been as much of a woman as he was a man, for no woman had ever felt like this. Few women had such expert control over their tongues, such gusto in taking a cock between their lips and sucking it so heartily. Steven savored that splendid dick in his mouth. It had been such a long time since he had sucked another guy’s prick.
He did love it, the feeling of the hot thick shaft as it glided down his throat, raw and hard and hot. He wanted to swallow Joe whole. With his tongue darting along Joe’s glans, Steven took the whole length of the hot shaft in his mouth until he felt Joe’s short curly pubic hairs resting on his lips. He stuck his tongue out as far as he could, his tongue licking and darting over the sensitive flesh of Joe’s balls. Joe groaned. He had never been deep throated before. No one had ever had the talent. Steven’s throat was like wet velvet as it swallowed Joe’s shaft into it’s very
depths. Joe felt like he would come soon. He wanted to force Steve’s head down onto it. He wanted Steve to
swallow his goo, to keep his cock in his mouth until it fell limp, so powerful was his lust. "Steven..." he managed to say between gasps of pleasure "...swallow me..."
Steven opened his mouth, licking Joe’s cock like a fleshy popsicle, waiting for him to spurt in a fountain of cum. He wanted to taste Joe’s jizz on his tongue. To see if that spicy flavor carried over like it had with so many others. Joe gripped the sheets tightly, tearing at them as he began to come, heralded by a series of low passionate
grunts and moans. "Steve...," he said in a voice that begged for him to be brought over the edge, "Please...". Steven wrapped his lips around the helmet of Joe’s dick again, letting his tongue dart over the sensitive head of his prick.
"Ohhhhhh..."
Joe came in a flood in Steven’s mouth. It was furious, from deep within his balls. His whole body lurched forward with the intensity of that orgasm, his cock lurching forward into Steven’s mouth. Steven licked it up,
savoring ever last drop of Joe’s creamy cum. It was hot and sticky and delicious in it’s own salty consistency. Steven let it flow slowly down his throat, tasting Joe’s very essence. Joe was laid back and resting in the glow of that mind-numbing climax. Steven removed Joe’s limp dick from his mouth and snuggled in the crook of Joe’s neck, kissing it gently. "I’d always dreamt of doing that," Steven said as he regained his breath. Joe let out a sigh-smile.
Steven kissed him gently on the mouth. "You’re a million times more handsome when you smile. You should do it more often."
Joe smiled again and kissed Steven deeply, their tongues mingling once again. Joe leaned in, so they were side by side and free to kiss each other more. Steven ran his hands over Joe’s body once more, savoring the sweat and perfume of Joe’s strong, handsome physique. He caressed Joe’s rock-hard behind. Always encased in tight, sweaty leather, now naked as the day he was born and a tenfold hotter. None of the guys he’d ever had could hold a candle to Joe. Joe, with his brooding eyes, brown as earth; and a body that Michaelangelo would have strived to
capture with his chisel. Joe wondered if perhaps he could bring himself to be with Steven. He’d never done anything even remotely like this before, and especially not been on the giving end. Out of sheer curiosity, Joe’s exploring hands happened to stray into the front of Steven’s pajama bottoms. He stroked it gently with his finger, like charming a snake into gentle submission. Steve groaned lightly in satisfaction. His cock was already stiff as a board, and Joe teasing it surely didn’t help things any. Steven bit Joe’s tongue lightly as they kissed. Joe cautiously took ahold of Steven’s dick, putting his fingers around it slowly, letting his entire hand envelop it. Steven helped Joe along, placing
his hand gingerly over Joe’s and gliding it up the hard shaft. Joe’s mind was going a thousand miles per hour. ‘So this is what another cock feels like. It’s a lot like mine. Not as thick, but almost the same.’ He marveled at the strangeness of it. He had never even kissed a guy before now, and here he was with his hand on Steven’s cock, playing with it, feeling it’s sort of soft hardness beneath his fingers. Joe began to jerk Steven’s shaft in earnest now, and Steven removed his hands, letting Joe’s fingers work their calloused magic. Steve caressed Joe’s cheek as they kissed fervently. He bit Steven’s bottom lip, nibbling it. He kissed him one more time before making his way down to
Steven’s nipple. Joe teased it gently with his tongue, pressing it hard, then taking it between his teeth like Steven had. Steven liked all his tender parts to be bitten, he guessed.
"Mmmmm," Steven purred. "You’re fucking fabulous at this."
Joe grinned. "I had a good teacher."
Steven was approaching his climax quickly. He wanted to come so badly. He was a generous lover always, and when it was his turn he wanted the favor repaid as soon as possible. "Make me come Joe," he whispered in his axeman’s ear. "Please. I know you can." Joe sped up a bit, jerking Steven’s cock a little harder, just as if he was hurrying to reach his own climax. Steven’s hips bucked in time with Joe’s tugging as he began to bring him over the edge. A wicked idea crossed Joe’s mind. This would likely be the first and last time that he and Steven would be in this passionate situation. He removed his hand from Steven’s cock, making Steven wonder what he was up to. To his delight, Joe cautiously stuck his tongue out to touch the tip of Steven’s shaft. Steven smiled. Joe could surprise you when he wanted to. Joe gently put the head in his mouth, moving his tongue around to explore the smooth flesh of Steven’s penis. He could taste the pre-cum forming on it. It was slick and a bit sweet, with an underlying salty taste. He wanted to do for Steven what Steven had done for him: to make him squirm with pleasure and beg for the sweet release. Joe tried to do as Steven had, flicking his tongue here and there, putting it in his mouth as far as he could. Steven sighed. He was no expert at all. He probably hadn’t ever even touched another cock. But the passion in his trying was absolutely marvelous. He wanted to push his dear head down on it, to force it down Joe’s hot throat. But he was so inexperienced, the poor thing. Still, couldn’t blame him for trying. But what did it matter? This was all he had dreamed of. He had thought of Joe in his bed, Joe’s chapped thin lips wrapped around his wang in fumbling passion, feeling the wet velvety caress of Joe’s throat surrounding it. Bliss. Absolute bliss.
Steven began to grab Joe’s hair, running his hands through the silken waves of jet blackness. Joe knew he would come soon. Joe’s wicked side wanted to play with him a bit, to prolong this hot moment with Steven begging for climax and at his every mercy. Steven began to moan. "Joe...I’m gonna come..." Joe gave Steven’s cock a final blow before removing it from his mouth. He would play with Steven first. With Steven’s cock still in his hand, Joe’s tongue strayed to Steven’s small, smooth balls. He licked them with full tongue strokes: he let the broader bits of his tongue caress them while pointing the tip and making a little trail of passionate fire in their wake. Steven was in heaven. Oh god. He could be taught well. And he was a vey fast learner.
Joe decided that he would taste Steven, swallow him. It was so hot when he had done it to him. He placed the delicious prick back in his mouth, waiting for Steven to reach his climax. He bided his time by trying to glide it down his throat, trying to replicate the same ease that Steven had in sucking him off. He almost liked this feeling, having this thing in your mouth that was hard and fleshy and needed constant attention and spit raw life out when you were done with it. And it was Steven at the end of this thing. My god what a feeling. With a final gasp, Steven came into Joe’s mouth. It was like the first he had tasted. Salty, slick, and with an odd tang. It was hot and liquidy, like lava flowing past his tongue and down his throat. He tasted what he could. Steven’s cum was sweet. Some nice girl made him cookies before the show. After he found out there weren’t spiked, he ate the whole damned batch. Joe took Steven’s cock out of his mouth, kissed the quickly slackening tube of flesh, and settled back next to Steven, putting his head close on the pillow. Steven kissed him gently. A bit of his own sticky cum was still stuck in the corner of Joe’s lips. Steven dabbed at it with his finger, placing it between Joe’s lips. Joe took it in his mouth and licked Steven’s finger seductively, tasting the last bit of Steven’s cream. Steven smiled. "Not bad for a first-timer." Joe smiled too. Steven settled in the crook of Joe’s neck, running his hands over Joe’s body. Joe let out a small laugh. "I’d never dreamed of doing that in a million years." "That’s funny. I’ve always dreamed of you doing that," Steve confessed. He looked into Joe’s beautiful brown eyes and kissed him. A smile passed between the two, along with a few more passionate kisses. These kisses would have to last a long, long time. Each taste of Joe, each essense of Steve would have to last forever. If anyone found out about this...
They both dismissed those thoughts, letting each other’s tongues intertwine, lips exploring each tiny detail of the others. Curiosities quieted down after much passionate, satisfied kissing. Steven still fell asleep on Joe’s chest, his hands draped over Joe’s god-like body. Joe sniffed Steven’s hair as he slept, kissing his forehead and caressing his cheek gently. Joe smiled before closing his eyes. And it all started with one cautious kiss.
When the head of road security came in the next morning to wake Joe, he found Steven sleeping on the floor of his room, wrapped up in a sheet on the floor, arms clutching a pillow. "What happened?" he asked of the two, who were awoken by the bassy, booming voice of the large man. "Man, you should see some of the freaky shit that’s in there," Steven chimed as he picked up his sheets and threw them back on Joe’s bed, checking that his pajama bottoms hadn’t fallen past his ass. "Come on, I’ll show you."
The guys all piled into the bus, still weary but somewhat refreshed by the short rest. It was on to the next town then. Steve and Joe went in the bus just like the rest of them. No one ever found out. No one ever will. The two always kept it quiet. No one would ever know. The only thing that might ever give it away would be the secret knowing glances onstage. And perhaps the occasional cautious kiss backstage.
Copyright 2000 by Mia James
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