Frat Party at the Pankake Festival DVD quote:

Joe: My ethnic makeup is Korean. Do you have any Korean in you?

Celeste (some chick!): No... once in a while.

Take it the wrong way and read this fic. Thank you!

SPOILER FOR THE FRAT PARTY DVD!!!!!!!!!! IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IT, GO OUT, BUY IT AND WATCH IT BEFORE READING THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This whole fic/story/whatever you want to call it is dedicated to .ray because I had to prove that taking all my thoughts and piling them into one fic just doesn't work like he thinks it does. When I get a thought for a fic, it's a whole thought about a whole fic. They don't just go together like you think Ray.

A disclaimer would be good about here.......so here it is! DISCLAIMER: Not mine, don't own them. I barely own the Frat Party DVD that I watched to get the idea for this fic. Technically, I don't even own the LP wrist cuffs I have. So blah!

A little Korean in me By ChemistInk

Joe had been bouncing around the large hotel they were currently visiting. The gold walls had paintings hanging gracefully. Many of the art pieces were landscapes, pictures of a serene world that plenty of people would love to live in. The onlooker's, hazel eyes trapped by a painting that was out of place, placed behind the small desk in the lobby, hadn't moved, his mind still reeling at the photographic perfection.

The blue mixed with the gray, blending into a light shade of purple. The body of gray in the right hand corner curled around the blue one. Dave had a hard time trying to figure out where one ended and the other began. It was so confusing and so passionate, like the swirling of two people making love, the heightened feeling, the heat and the erotic noises that each one makes and forces out of the other. He felt his body temperature rise just staring at this amazing picture.

Without warning, a young woman walked up next to him, dressed in an odd looking dress. There were lace ribbons that crisscrossed down the front of the black dress, the pale girl sticking out like a sore thumb against the vibrant background. She smiled at him, her dark brown bangs falling around her face.

He swallowed and raised an eyebrow at her. She gave him a soft laugh. "I asked if you enjoyed the picture." He nodded and felt himself flush a bit with embarrassment. He was so engulfed with his thoughts of the painting that he hadn't heard a word she had said before.

She touched his shoulder gently and whispered, "I painted it. It's supposed to represent the passion that two beings can share with each other. It's too bad that most others don't get to see what the figures truly are."

He gave her a confused look, turning to look down at her. She just smiled up at him and pointed to the middle of the picture. "Slash can be a good thing when others don't understand."

She walked off without waiting for his reaction, answer or a word from him. He was taken aback by her words, mouth wide and gaping. He felt like an idiot, standing in the middle of the lobby of a rather fancy hotel, chin on the ground as he just stood there. But the words couldn't stop playing in his mind.

It didn't matter how she knew about his slash addiction or why. All that mattered was that he hadn't seen it in the picture. But of course not, how are you supposed to know when to look for something like that when the world discourages it? He sighed and began to walk off in the direction the others had gone.

From what his ears had caught, he was rooming with Joe again, not that he minded, he was a good friends with Joe and he could calm him down at night, just long enough to fall into a deep sleep that even Chester's screaming couldn't wake him from.

He walked up the narrow yet large hallway, the elevator closing behind him as he continued his small search for where Joe had disappeared to. But since he was so lost, staring at the passing numbers on the doors in the hall, he didn't even hear the loud laughter behind him nor did he hear the Korean bouncing towards him.

Before he could even gasp, he was thrown to the floor with Joe on his back, giggling like the hyper idiot that he was. Dave just pushed himself up, groaning and rolling over on the carpet of the hotel. He stared up at Joe's eccentric brown eyes and asked, "What is it about you that makes you so hyper all the time? Even without all the sugar!?"

The taunting tan shoulders, that were being shown off by the black wife beater that Joe was wearing, just shrugged. The muscles in his arms jumped a bit, when he had, a shiver go down his back, forcing his eyes to close as goosebumps covered his arms. Dave just watched in awe, tilting his head to one side as Joe continued to twitch and shiver, his hazel eyes catching the small movement when the hair on the back of the DJ's neck stood up on end. Dave just raised an eyebrow once the small Korean had stopped shivering, a silent question in his eyes.

"No, I don't know what that was, I just got this..... chill." Joe's velvety voice made Dave shiver this time, the bassist imagining what it would sound like with a deep husk to it... Just as the chill that had moved from Joe's body to Dave's died down, he noticed what Joe was carrying in his hand. It was a small black box, a dvd casing. He saw the name, a bit of the cover but not enough to be able to give an indication as to what it was.

Joe was back to his bouncing, jumping from one side of the hall to the other every few steps, spinning around every so often and squealing about how he was like a fairy, flying around the hotel. His small tye dye stuffed beanie frog was hanging from his back pocket and from what Dave was seeing, it was threatening to jump. 'Poor frog...' Dave just smiled at the thought and continued to follow the hyper DJ to their room.

As Joe slipped the key card out of the door, he kicked it open, bounding into the empty and once silent room. Almost immediately, he took over one of the beds, tossing his bag at the foot of it, hopping onto the mattress and giggling. The dvd that he was once carrying was now thrown at Dave's back, hitting him softly as it clattered to the floor. The bassist turned around and picked it up, inspecting both covers as he took it what it was.

Linkin Park: Frat Party At The Pankake Festival.

The cover was a mixture green, yellow and orange. He guessed that either Joe or Mike had designed it or something, it was one of those covers that made you giddy inside. He sighed and tried to force down a smile as he remember the recording they went through for it.

Joe was jumping around him, talking to him but Dave wasn't paying any attention to him. The DJ just gave up and snatched the case from the bassist's hands, peeling off the plastic wrapping, ripping the label off.

Once there was nothing left in his way, he slowed down, opening it slowly and staring in awe at the black dvd. His fingers gently popped it out, cradling it like his life depended on it as he walked over to the hotel dvd player that was provided in their room.

Dropping it into the open dvd tray, he pushed it closed and grabbed the remote off the small coffee table. He threw himself onto the bed, curling up at the foot and clicking at the remote while the player took its time loading. He shifted, cracking his neck a few times before settling as the menu screen finally came up. The background looked like something that could be used as a good wallpaper for a computer.

Joe flicked through some of the choices before deciding to play the whole dvd. It started up, first showing Mark with some girl and Joe next to her. The next shot was of the whole group, 'Forgotten' playing in the background as shots of them zoomed by. Suddenly, the song paused and it showed Chester with a black hat on, a red wig attached to it, with Brad and Phoenix gathered around a dinner table, dressed as some kind of heavy metal rock band. "We're all about rock and roll."

Joe laughed and looked over to Dave to see him intently watching the dvd as well. The song continued as did the clips of the band. The music paused again and Phoenix came on. He was staring at the camera, his hand holding the microphone close to him.

"Are you tight on me? Are you zoomed? Zoom." The camera zoomed on his face and it went blurry before clearing up again. "Fuzzy... I'm watching it on the screen."

It switched over to Brad now, sitting in an airport it seemed like. "I think a big problem for this dvd is that we're not very good on camera."

The screen switched again, this time the camera was zoomed very close on the crotch of Phoenix's pants from earlier. It only showed his hand, pointing back up to his face. "I'm UP HERE! HELLO!? UP HERE!!"

Joe couldn't help but fall over on the bed and laugh out loud at Dave, a light blush started to show on the pale cheeks.

It was back to Brad in the small airport, now saying, "Do you think it could hurt the whole project?"

Now it was showing them gathered on a couch and a chair, trying to sound unconstrained when saying a few lines about the MTV Asia Awards. It was funny, even then as they watched themselves screw up.

Back to Brad and his airport shots. The camera panned left and Joe was added into the scene. "Don't worry, it'll get better big fella."

It was back to the couch and chair scene and they couldn't stop laughing on screen. Mike yelled at them to stop sabotaging it. "We can't do this together..."

It was time for the personal interviews, Chaz was first, then Mike. Joe after and then Rob with his horror stories about touring. After was a small clip, the whole band in an airport somewhere, Chester, Rob and Brad on screen, standing around.

Chester's voice was soft and the two watching just thought that the microphone being far away from him had attribute to that. "I'm sick of people screaming. The only person I wanna hear screaming is me." Brad and Rob were smiling and even though the camera didn't show Rob's mouth, Joe and Dave could hear his voice and Brad's mixing in as well.

"What about us?" Now Rob's voice, "Yea, we're sick of that!"

And as the camera was focused on Chester, Brad was smiling in the background. Joe was on his back on the bed laughing still.

Slowly it faded and began their European 'Papercut' music video. *A/N: not gonna ruin this for you, buy the dvd, it's WORTH EVERY CENT! And it's worth it for the eggs too.*

After the video had finished and Joe had made enough comments about the acoustics in the video and how hot he looked, not knowing that Dave was on the floor, silently agreeing with him, the next part came on. On a bright red Hybrid background in big white letters was 'Beginnings'.

On the screen was a screen from a computer. Joe was heard in the background, making him blush as he listened to himself.

"Linkin Park chat! Word up!" It panned right and showed his face, making Dave smile and Joe blush even more. He continued to speak. "Everyone gets in except for me and when I do get in, they don't believe that its me."

It went off, showing another chat screen while Dave, in the back during the chat screens, talked about how the Internet was a helpful tool for when they started out.

A bit later, the camera was focused on Brad and his tip jar at the signing booth, Phoenix sitting next to him happyily. This caused a twinge of jealousy to go through Joe but he shrugged it off for now, telling himself to stop getting emotionally attached.

There was Dave, on screen, holding the tip jar. "It's getting fatter!... The kitty is getting fatter!" Even as he watched himself say it, he couldn't help but fall over, laughing.

*sorry guys, i love the dvd, but this is TOO MUCH!!!!!!!! on with the show*

As the dvd went on, the two had enough laughs to the point where they both couldn't breathe properly.

On the tv, Rob was giving his little tour of the tour bus, making his joke about the bay key disappearing to Mike's pants. *A/N: hehehe, do I have plans for that...>>* Joe's ears perked back up at the "smelly deli trays" comment.

He scoffed, shaking his head at Rob. "I wasn't afraid to touch them. I just wasn't sure if they'd bite me or not." Dave stared up at him from the floor with a look before laughing his head off again, rolling against the carpet once more.

He soon stopped as he heard Rob's infamous quote that the others still teased him for. "Back here, we've got the Phoenix. This is where we keep the Phoenix."

His whole body froze and he gaped at the tv. They actually added that into the dvd. He was snapped out of his thoughts when Joe said, "I like that we keep the Phoenix so close to my bunk, just in case I get a late night craving." His jaw dropped even more but he didn't even bother turning around to the stare at the DJ. The only thought he had was, 'He didn't mean it in the way that I heard it...'

After the shots of the tour bus, it went back to Mark, the chick Celeste, (Who, in Dave's opinion, was standing FAR too close to HIS Mr. Hahn) and Joe. Celeste was saying something about asking Joe questions.

Dave wasn't paying any attention until he heard her say, "Mr. Hahn, when was the last time you had sex?"

His head whipped around and he gave Joe a wide eyed stare, a questioning gleam in his eyes. The Korean just sat on the bed, frozen as Dave had been only a minute before.

His eyes were unusually wide and went even wider it seemed when he heard himself replying to that question. "It's been a while."

Dave just smirked and slowly moved to sit on his knees as he crawled towards the bed. "Yea, Hahn, when WAS the last time you had sex?"

Joe didn't say anything for a moment, just sat there with his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open. To Dave, he just looked like another adorable person that he could just hug forever. Slowly, the shock wore off and he came back to the real world, his eyes lowering to their normal cool state, his mouth closing and a small cocky smile painted on those plump lips. "It's been a while."

Dave just gave him an 'oh yea?' look and turned back around, licking his suddenly dry lips. Mental images of Joe, his head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure and his mouth open, his voice deep with lust as he screamed... Dave shivered and shook himself from the thought, feeling his pants get a bit tighter.

Joe had the microphone now, asking another chick which member of Linkin Park was her favorite. Her answer made him smile as he stared at the back of Dave's head, wishing that it had been his answer instead. "Mr. Hahn!"

His own reaction made him laugh, not sure what was going on in his mind when they recorded that scene. "Kay, I heard he's a dumbass." As he laughed, he didn't see Dave look over to him.

'He's not a dumbass, he's beautiful...' Dave didn't let the thought get to him but he knew in the back of his mind that whatever voice had said it was right.

The next part was the part Joe had dreaded most, not sure if they had or hadn't added it into the dvd. The camera was back on him and he still had the microphone in his hand. He asked... Dave couldn't remember her name... Celeste... yea, that was it. "My ethnic makeup is Korean. Do you have any Korean in you?"

Celeste just shook her head. "No... once in a while..." She laughed and Joe sounded confused. "Once in while..."

'It's now or never.' Dave nodded slightly at the small voice and turned quickly, crawling closer to the bed. He stood, lifting one leg up so his knee rested on the edge of the bed as his voice floated in the air. "You know what I'd like to have once in a while?"

Joe just shook his head as he felt his body react to the situation, to Dave crawling on the bed and pining him to it. Both of Dave's knees were on the bed and he crawled further up, Joe pressing himself into the mattress as Dave's legs straddled his own, the bassit's hands moving up from the waist of his pants, under his shirt as he slowly pulled it off the DJ.

Dave leaned down and began to place gentle kisses on soft tan skin as the offending piece of material was slowly being lifted. When he reached the caramel colored harden nubs, he let his lips linger, suckling one while his free hand rolled the other between his fingers. Joe lifted his arms above his head and let Dave finish pulling his shirt completely off.

Hazel eyes roamed over the tan chest that was rising and falling quickly with labored breathing. Chocolate brown eyes were shut tight and tan hands were wringing the life out of the sheets on the bed, the muscles playing under soft skin as Dave drank in the scene.

Joe arched his hips up, silently begging Dave to move, do something, just stop torturing him. The bassist just smiled at him, grinding their hips together for a moment before pulling away, looming just above Joe as he kissed his way from his nipples to his collarbone. White teeth nibbled at the skin there, relishing in the moans that he's coaxing from the small DJ under him.

As the lips continued to tease him, moving further up to lick behind his ear, leaving a mark and tracing his jaw as the kisses moved to across his chin, back along his jaw to his other ear, Joe's body twinged with the pain of being teased and the pleasure of knowing what was to come.

He couldn't hold back the moan of pleasure and appreciation when Dave's lips wrapped around the lobe of his ear, teeth nibbling at it before whispering just loud enough for the words to send massive shivers down his spine. "I'd love to have some Korean in me too..."

Joe could feel himself harden in response to Dave's words and reached up, tangling his fingers in the short spikes as he pulled their heads together, letting his lips massage over the lips that had already tasted his skin. After only a few seconds, Dave's mouth was swallowing any groan, whimper and sigh of pleasure that slipped from Joe's throat.

Taking a deep breath, Joe inhaled Dave's intoxicating scent that was all him. Once he became light headed from the scent, he began to taste it, something so sweet, so tantalizing, something so... Dave. The more their tongues moved against each other, the more their lips moved together in tantalizing harmony, the harder it was for Joe to not melt in the strong arms of Dave.

The sweet taste of sugar mixed with the dizzying taste that was Joe made Dave's control slip away and throw all caution to the wind. His hands rubbed at the Korean's waist, the ball of his palms lightly massaging. His fingers dug into Joe's skin as the kiss got deeper, rougher. Their moans entwined as their lips fell apart, each gasping for breath. Before either could stabilize their breathing, they plunged back in and were engaged in yet another passion and fireworks filled kiss.

Joe's hands weren't idle as the kiss went on. His fingers tugged at the dark brown Irish red highlighted spikes that they were tangled in, pressing his hands against the back of Dave's neck to kiss him harder.

Their hips swayed together, grinding erections together. Shallow thrusts were made as pleasing moans escaped the confines of air deprived throats. Dave was the first to pull back, gasping and panting as his hips moved on their own accord against Joe's, feeling the need to bring them both off.

Dave's knees dug hard into the mattress beneath them as he sat back, hands pulling away from gripping Joe's waist as they worked to undo Dave's pants hurriedly. He pushed them down over his boxers, wiggling a bit to slip them off without moving from above Joe. With the help of the Korean, his pants were thrown off the bed carelessly. Next was his shirt, his arms lifting above his head quickly, hands scrambling to pull it off. The shirt went over his shoulder and joined his pants and Joe's shirt, though neither of them cared if they found it the next day.

Joe's hands joined his in the struggle from release as the endless battle with the pants ensued. After what seemed like forever, seconds ticking by like time was slowly freezing, Joe's pants came undone. They both silently congratulated themselves for not just ripping the material.

He lifted his hips as Dave hooked his fingers in the belt loops, tugging gently. As the pants slid off, Joe moaned in appreciation when his tight confines on his pulsing need was removed. Dave grinned down at him and let his fingers lightly dance over the tented boxers, tracing the outline of his need, causing yet another moan to escape from Joe as he squirmed. He sat up a bit and let Joe kick the pants, along with his, on the floor.

Next thing that ended up discarded to the floor was Joe's boxers, the silky material being almost ripped as Dave hurried to yank it off. After the waistband had flicked over the tip of Joe's dripping need, Dave froze. He let himself drink in the sight.

The dark but barely there trail of hair that began below his bellybutton lead to a prize. Dave grinned to himself as he thought, "Like the yellow brick road..." Tan hips were lean, almost feminine. Soft thighs were caramel, Dave not even catching the thought of "I bet he tastes like honey" that went through his mind as his eyes just soaked in the beauty beneath him.

Joe just watched the bassit through heavy lidded eyes, catching his breath as he felt the hazel green eyes that held so much bore holes into him. He felt his face redden, the light blush probably more than evident on his face. Dave didn't even acknowledge it as he crawled up Joe's body, kissing his way to his lips. As Dave's lips caressed Joe's chin, he let his hand rub at Joe's stomach gently.

Joe bent his knees as Dave leaned back, closing his legs so he rested against his thighs. Dave just stared into the dark pools that were Joe's eyes, battling with himself. To take or be taken, he couldn't decide. Either way, he'd end up belonging to Joe by the end of the night and that's what mattered the most. As he contemplated, he never once noticed Joe sucking on his fingers, staring at him with fire in his eyes.

Still fighting with his mind, Dave barely heard Joe telling him roll over. He absentmindedly followed orders, only snapping out of it when he felt the tip of Joe's fingers circling his entrance. It began to fully register in his mind when the tip slid in. His body tensed noticably and Joe slipped the finger out again, resting it against him.

"Come on baby, relax for me. I swear it'll feel so much better if you relax." Their eyes met and Dave saw the truth in Joe's eyes, the honesty and love shining brightly. Joe just stared back and watched the trust blossom in Dave's eyes. He nodded slightly and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as his body relaxed enough to let Joe slip his finger back in.

He only got his finger in to the second knuckle before he groaned at how tight Dave was, how hot he felt. He started slipping it back out when Dave began to grind down on it. He thrusted in hard and crooked it just enough to press against a soft spongy spot inside Dave. The response he got was more than enough to tell him that it was a good spot. And by the looks of Dave, whose back was bowed, mouth was open in a harsh cry and eyes were shut tight with pleasure, he was very sure it was a great spot.

He made a circular motion with his finger, pressing it hard against Dave's inner walls as he pressed the tip of another finger into the small opening. Dave's small hiss of pain made him freeze, watching his face for the signal to continue.

A small nod was the only signal he got and he took it, slowly pushing both fingers a bit further in. To say that Dave's inner muscles were squeezing him was like saying Linkin Park was just a rock band. If Joe had told you right then that Dave wasn't tighter than spandex on Shamu, he would've been lying straight through his teeth. When the muscles constricted around his digits, he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to push away the thoughts of how amazing it would feel to be in him.

Slowly and as gently as he could muster, he scissored the two fingers he had buried in Dave. Pressing both against the warm insides, he began to twist his fingers. Stretching Dave as slow as he could, he concentrated on keeping it as painless as possible. He could tell that the insanely slow pace was paying off as Dave bucked his hips, his tight passage relaxed but the rest of his body rigid as he fought back the urge to release just from Joe's fingers inside him.

Joe took a deep breath, pushing down the almost too overwhelming feelings that vibrated through his mind at the sight of Dave on the edge from what he was doing to him. As Dave let out a moan of protest when Joe pulled his fingers from the sweet passage, Joe added a third and final finger, pushing them in a bit roughly.

Dave let out a whine, pain shooting through him as he began to wonder if he was being ripped apart. Joe kissed his thigh, licking the soft skin and blowing on the wet spot in apology. Dave's hand snaked its way down and gently mussed Joe's hair, his fingers tangling in the silk tresses.

Chocolate brown orbs dark with lust stared up at him as Joe's pink tonuge licked seductively at cherry blossom flavored pouty lips. Thoughts of that tongue swirling around the head of his weeping erection sent Dave into a shiver, starting from his toes and working it's way up. And they did just what he had imagined only seconds later. Joe's lips wrapped themselves around the tip, tongue flicking across and stabbing into the slit.

Dave couldn't stop the cries, he didn't want to stop them, he needed Joe to hear what he was doing to him, to hear how hot he was making him. And he pushed deeper into the warm mouth that had encased him to show him how close he was.

Joe heard, saw and felt everything Dave was, his body on fire just as much, his brain fried and his nerves sparked. He pulled away when he felt Dave's muscles tightened and his hips press forward hard into his mouth. The keening whine that erupted from Dave made him want to just pound him into oblivion and Joe nearly lost it all.

One hand wrapped around the base of Dave's weeping erection, Joe pulled away, giving the tip one last lick and savoring the drops of precome that came away with his tongue. Fingers that were forgotten deep inside Dave pulled out and Joe crawled up to sit between the spread thighs of the bassist. Running one hand from kneecap to top of the thigh, Joe lifted both legs and rested them on his bent ones.

He pressed forward, letting the tip of his dripping cock press against Dave's tight passage. He placed his hands under the strong legs, pushing them towards Dave's chest as he bent forward. In this process, he placed the bassist's legs on his shoulders, letting him lock ankles behind his neck. He grinned at Dave before he slid into his hot body, letting out a groan of pain. The pain of holding back, of keeping calm. The simple pain of not being inside Dave before now.

Dave panted and mewled, shifting his hips as Joe slid in. The Korean was filling him up, completing him like he needed. The pain was pushed away from his mind by the simple thought of how good it felt to be whole. And once he felt the tip of Joe's erection brush against his spot, his mind was fixated on how amazingly hot all of this was going to feel. His eyes opened slowly though he wasn't sure how or when he had closed them and he saw everything that could make him shoot his load at any time.

Joe was panting hard, eyes tightly shut as he tried to hold in the groan of discomfort. He couldn't just sit there forever, he had to move. He had to find Dave's spot again. I have to give him what he wants... So it began as he pulled out slowly till just the tip, the very tip rested against the tight ring of muscle that fought against him, trying to both push him out and pull him in.

Not sure why Joe had pulled away, Dave stared up at him with dark eyes. He reached his hands down, grasping at the tan waist as he held Joe still while he wiggled and pushed back, impaling himself on the Korean. He felt the slick erection slip in and fill him to the brink again. The second time that the tip of Joe's member brushed against his spot, Dave's hands grip faltered on his waist, falling to tangle his fingers in the bed sheets.

Watching the bassist impale himself was one thing. Experience the hot, tight passage combined with the look of pure ecstasy that radiated off Dave's face and the sparks will fly. Joe let his hands go from Dave's thighs to rest on his hips, holding him while he slid the rest of the way into the bassist's tight body. Groaning as he was fully sheathed in him, he gave a gentle thrust for added effects.

The white, hot searing pleasure that jolted through Dave's thin frame forced his legs off Joe's shoulders. When he noticed that Joe had backed off from being all the way inside him, he wrapped his legs around thin hips. There, his ankles locked and he thrust down as hard as he could. Again, his vision went completely white and he felt like the wind was knocked out of him. He knew he had succeeded in breaking down Joe's control as well when he heard the keening yelp that he let out.

The ledge of control that Joe had stood on crumbled beneath him and threw him into the depths of need and want. He slowly pulled out, leaving the bare tip in for teasing before slamming into Dave as hard as he could manage without him hitting his head on the headboard.

For some reason, Dave had wanted just that. And he let Joe know. "Fuck me Joe, fuck me into the headboard and through the wall. God, just do it!" His legs tightened around Joe and held him as deep as he could, legs locked for no room to pull away or escape. And he knew as his vision went searing white again and pulsed behind tightly shut eyes, that he would do anything to keep Joe just to feel this over and over again.

Whatever god forsaken force that had held him back from before died away at Dave's words along with any resistence Joe had. He didn't listen to the soft whine that passed Dave's lips as he pulled out a bit roughly. But he let the the soft cry of "Holy fuck, right THERE!" that erupted from the bassist's throat wash over him, the low tone setting every single one of Joe's nerves on fire.

Without hesitation now, he pulled out slowly from Dave before slamming back in, angling his thrusts differently each time. Dave had his back arched and his hips were lifting off the bed, his hands no longer wrapped in the sheets but now clutching the headboard. His knuckles were white and his leg muscles were spasming under pale skin as they complained about holding Joe as tight as possible.

Every muscle in the Korean's body screamed as he continued to pound into Dave at the slow but furious pace. Though he wasn't able to stop the words, Joe was sure that he wouldn't have wanted to, needing to tell Dave. "You're so tight, so fucking tight..." Dave nodded mutely as his mouth shot open in a silent scream, his body spasming.

He was on the edge, being held back by some cruel force that was working with Joe, as if he was only allowed to reach his peak when Joe said it was okay. Each time Joe rammed against his spot, the white hot blinding rapture shooting through Dave left behind spots, bringing him that much closer to the edge but pulling him away as Joe pulled out.

Joe was teetering on a thin line, somehow being pulled away from the ledge that he was begging to fall off of as he continued his torturing thrusts into Dave. His hands were squeezing Dave's hips hard, the pale skin red under his fingers as he tried to force the bassist to stay still. The legs that were still holding him tight were loosening and he knew Dave couldn't hold on much longer. Not sure if it was lust or need to see Dave in the enraptured by the pleasure.

He reached down, grabbing one of the pale legs around his waist and lifted it to his shoulder. He leaned forward, pulling out of the bassist till he was only inches inside him, the tight ring of muscle at Dave's entrance fighting against him. He whispered to Dave, "Here's a little korean for you..." as he slammed back in, howling in his release as he came hard inside the other man.

Dave screamed and arched his back so far that only his head was pressed against the pillows as it thrashed about. Joe was pressed against his spot so firmly that he couldn't see, couldn't think, barely able to even remember how to breath as he cried out the DJ's name, body spasming. He found his release and sighed, his body feeling sated.

Joe collapsed on top of the bassist, panting and hissing at the ripples of his orgasm that still slammed into him. He shivered, closing his eyes as he tried to calm down. He couldn't stand to look down at Dave at the moment, unsure of how he would react to the bassist looking thoroughly fucked and sated, covered in his own essence and still impaled hard on him.

Dave ran a shaky hand through his hair and sighed, the other one moving up to gently trace small patterns against Joe's sweat soaked collarbone. He spoke softly, his voice hoarse and shaky but full of the softness that Joe had never heard before now but enjoyed. "Joe? Will you look at me?"

The DJ complied and opened his eyes, his breath catching in his throat. He had expected the sated look, the ravaged look and pale skin glowing from the soft light of the lamp and the light layer of sweat. But he didn't prepare himself to see the smoldering dark eyes, the sexy smirk that graced pouty cherry lips, the rumpled and saucy short auburn spikes. He had expected to see a spent Dave but instead got a sight that left him wanting more. "Dave..."

Dave looked up at Joe and smiled, the hand against the tan collarbone moving up to wrap around his neck, pulling him down. "All I ever wanted was a little Korean in me..." He sighed and reached up with his other hand, hugging Joe close. But the response that Joe gave him made him push the DJ away quickly.

"If you think this Korean is pulling out anytime soon, you, Mr. Farrell, are sadly mistaken." Joe gave him a warm smile and kissed the bassist softly, a sweet kiss that made both their hearts flutter against their rib cages.

Dave was the first to pull back and gave a soft whine. He blinked tiredly at Joe and yawned, a small squeak emerging from his throat as he stretched the best he could with Joe still draped over him.

Joe smiled and nuzzled Dave's shoulder gently as he moved to lay next to Dave as best he could, keeping his word and not pulling out of Dave. "Every Dave should have a little Joe in them..."

Dave smiled and hugged the DJ, whispering his 'I love you' before curling up against the broad, tan chest.

"I love you too Davey... even if it took you this long to realize you need a good Korean in you..."

This next part is a bit unbeta'd and unfinished. But in honor for Inky finally finishing the smuttest finished fic she's ever written, it seemed a bit appopriate or whatnot...>>

Chester wrapped his arms around Mike's waist, pulling his boyfrined closer. He pulled back, whispering in Mike's ear. "You want some fun baby?"

Brad whimpered feeling Phoenix's erection against his own. Brad pulled back, panting for air as he looked at Phi. "Damn clothes, bad!" he mumbled, reaching down and running his hand over the fabric of Dave's clothing.

Dave nodded and pushed harder against Brad, moaning. "Brad, fuck... we have to-" He sighed and pulled away from the guitarist. "We have to wait... god..." He kissed Brad again, licking at the soft lips.

Mike grinned as he listened to his boyfriend and Dave. He turned to look Chester in the eyes. "What do you have planned sexy?"

Chester grinned, "you, me, them and a hotel room full of goodies". He ground his hips slightly into Mike.

Brad let his tongue slip out, running over Phoenix's as he ground his hips upwards sligthly, wanting Dave as soon as he could get him.

Mike grinned and pulled away from Chester, whimpering. "Let's do it Chazy..." He turned and licked Dave's neck gently, whispering in the bassist's ear. "Come on Phi, off Brad, you can ride him at the hotel."

Dave moaned and thrusted into Brad's lap, shivering. Fuck, if this doesn't stop soon, I'm gonna end up cumming in my damn pants!

Brad, wrapped his arms around Dave, placing them on his ass as he rocked the guy harder against him. Damn he has a good ass.

Chester smiled, watching as his friend's totally ignored his boyfriend. He crossed to them, pulling them both apart. "C'mon. It gets better, I promise".

Dave moaned and pushed into Brad again, mewing. He wrapped his arms around Brad's neck as he cried out, unable to hold back his release. "Uh...Brad!"

Mike grinned and kissed Chaz. "We'll have to make sure he's ready for later..."

Chester nodded, "That so cannot be nice". He pointed to Dave, who had unfortunately had a small er...accident in his jeans.

Brad grinned, helping Dave ride out his orgasm as he pulled the bassist to him, kissing him softly. "Make me come Phi" he whispered, against his lips.

Dave nodded and moved against Brad again, moaning and tugging at the short hair at the base of the guitarist's neck. He pressed his thigh against Brad's erection, rubbing hard and fast.

Mike watched and leaned over to Brad, nibbling at the pierced ear. "Come on Big Bad, look at Dave... look at how much he wants you... look at how much he needs you to come right now..."

Brad screamed, releasing himself in his jeans thanks to Dave. "Dave! FUCK!" He panted hard, trying to focus on the face in front of him.

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