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Revenge

The crowd cheered as the last chord rang out. I placed my guitar on the stage, waved, and walked off. Rob walked past me to throw his drumsticks out to the crowd; I slapped his ass, earning a surprised look from him.

I went back to the bathroom, gulping down a bottle of water and throwing it carelessly into the trash can. The door flew open and Rob walked in, waiting for the door to close before gaining on me.

"You're in real big trouble, Mister..." He walked forward and I stepped back until I hit the wall behind me.

I smirked and held him close. "What are you going to do about it?" With my words I thrust my hips forward into his suggestively.

"Well, for starters..." He leant in and kissed me roughly, pulling me off the wall and into his arms. Our bodies were completely flush as I sneaked my hands into his pants and grabbed his ass, squeezing it like I know he likes.

Our tongues battled and our hips began to move with each other's before I pulled back suddenly. He looked at me questioningly until I said one word: "Encore."

His eyes grew wide and we both ran out (quite awkwardly) to play Bleed It Out. I grabbed my guitar and followed him to his drum set, kissing him quickly.

"I blame you for fucking up a solo because I'm hard as a fucking rock."

I grinned. "You'll be fine, just bang the fuck out of those drums like you love to bang me."

He laughed that amazing laugh of his and blushed, and we started the song.

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Our lips crashed together the second he walked into the bathroom the second time, our hands roaming. He thrusted his hips hard into mine and I moaned immediately, backing into the wall and using it for support. I knew we didn't have much time before the rest of the guys were wondering where we were...I was not walking out with a hard-on. I was dead set on cumming.

He apparently was aware of this fact and, between kisses, whispered throatily, "Suck...me..." I moaned loudly in response and put my hands on his hips, kneeling in front of him and sliding his pants and boxers down below his knees. I knew what he liked; I licked up the bottom to the tip, blew cold air on it before taking it in my mouth, making sure to glance up and keep his eye contact. His head fell back and he let out a long, strangled moan; I deep-throated him and swirled my tongue around his length, making sure to fondle his balls just the way he liked it. In panted breaths he moaned my name over and over, which made me strain harder against my zipper.

As I slapped and massaged his ass, I ran my tongue over the head repeatedly until he came in my mouth. He cried out and shook as I stood back up, bringing his boxers and pants up with me, buttoning them and zipping the zipper. I turned to him and he kissed me passionately, his hands running under my pants, stroking my length, before undoing my pants and whipping my dick out of the whole in my boxer-briefs. He knew I took longer to cum and didn't want to mess with taking off my boxers. Oddly enough, my dick sticking out of the red-and-blue plaid and my hot boyfriend kneeling before it made me so hot.

He started with slow, teasing movements on my dick, licking and biting at my neck, until he kneeled before me and deep-throated me immediately. I felt his hands reach up through my boxers to swirl around my hole as he moaned so I could feel the vibrations all the way through me. I looked down and he looked up at me, then closed his eyes and moaned a long, drawn-out moan, making the tip of my dick vibrate with his vocal chords. He plunged one finger into me and reached his fingers, hitting my prostate. I came immediately, placing my hand over my mouth so I wouldn't scream, and dragged him back up to me so I could kiss him and taste a little of my cum on his tongue. He put my dick back in my boxers and did my pants, and I smiled and kissed him softly before heading for the door.

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"Mmm...fuck...the guys will see..." I was being pushed through the narrow hall of the tour bus to his bunk; his lips were on my neck, one hand down my pants to grope my ass, as I stumbled onto his bunk and hit my back on the back of the wall. He fell in and closed the curtain, returning by lifting up my shirt and pulling down my pants. I did the same, so our cocks were lined up close to each other, thrusting into each other.

"Chester! Let's play Halo!" I heard Mike yell loudly; I pulled away immediately and tried to quiet my breathing.

"Not now, Mike! Joe and I are playing chess!"

"Bullshit! You're shaving your balls!"

"Am not!"

There was a scream that could only be identified as Joe's, as he walked into the bathroom to see Chester, in fact, shaving his groin.

Rob laughed against my lips then turned me over, sticking a wet finger (from saliva, I can only presume) into me. I moaned a little too loudly, making him shush me and hold his other hand on my mouth. I kissed it then bit it as he stuck in another finger. My hand began to jerk myself in time with his fingers, until they disappeared. I heard a grunt right by my ear, and turned around just in time to see him slide deeply into me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I almost screamed into his hand, but prevented myself by biting his hand harshly. I mumbled into his hand, not sure if he could hear me, "fuck me...fuck me so hard right now..."

He groaned softly and pulled out, only to thrust back in with a force that made my legs turn to mush. My hand matched his movements into me until his hand replaced mine and the only thing I could do was hold onto his ass and bring him to me, deeper and harder and faster.

I knew he was close by the way he was chanting my name, and I turned my head to kiss him, feeling him empty inside me as I emptied into his hand, shaking until the orgasm passed. He slid out of me and I turned around in his arms, pulling him on top of me, kissing him sloppily.

He panted heavily and hid his face in my neck. "Sorry...I couldn't restrain myself..."

I chuckled. "Never say sorry for that..."