Rob only absolutely loved being fucked in two ways.

It took a lot of positions in many places and times, as well as much experimentation, for Brad to figure out what really made Rob lose control. Because it wasn't like Brad couldn't make Rob come, he just wanted it to be mind-blowing. Everyone had their preferences. Even if it was bad, it was still so good.

But to Brad, just good wasn't good enough. For Rob, it had to be incredible.

Rob liked riding Brad, nice and slow, with lots of lube and preparation. Brad had to be sitting up, back against the headboard, hands roaming Rob's back and ass. Rob loved it like this. He liked being able to control just what speed he was being fucked. He liked kissing Brad, hands cupping his face, full of tongue and raw emotion. And when it became intense, Rob would grapple onto the headboard, forehead resting against his lover's, sharing their breaths. Rob would want Brad to jerk him off, slow and easy, because it was torturous, and Rob had a kink for torment. After climax, Rob would pant heavily, as if he had been running miles. They'd make out, tangled together until they fell asleep. Brad would hold him because Rob always fell asleep first.

Brad loved this way because he could look up at Rob above him. He could see his eyes blown wide open and dark with love and lust. He loved Rob's hair falling into his eyes, his bangs somewhat matted into his forehead with sweat. He loved seeing the muscles in Rob's arms flexing when he grabbed the headboard on either side of his head with a vice grip. He loved watching his lover's chest heave, feeling his hot breath ghosting over his face. He loved it, possibly more than Rob, himself, did.

The other way Rob loved it was taking it from behind, on all fours. He loved Brad's fingers digging into his hipbones, the hard thrusts bordering on painful. He liked how the next day he'd be covered with bruises, hickeys, scratches, and bite marks. He'd be sore for days on end because he never let Brad use too much lube. He wanted it hard, fast. He wanted Brad to dig his fingers knuckle deep into his long hair and pull. He loved Brad biting on his sweat-slicked back and shoulders. He loved how Brad would jerk him off, hard, erratic, trying to send Rob tumbling over the edge as fast as possible. They wouldn't fall asleep curled up in one another. They would sleep on opposite sides of their bed, panting and coming down by themselves. Because this was make up sex and there was nothing loving about it.

Brad usually didn't like this as much as Rob. He didn't like hurting Rob. He knew his lover had a kinky obsession with pain and torture. He knew Rob got off from Brad hurting him. He would bite, tug on his hair, just to hear Rob moan. He knew it hurt, could tell from the tears usually spilling from Rob's eyes. But God, Rob loved it. Sometimes Brad was convinced Rob would pick fights just to be fucked like that. He loved being dominated more than being in control. He would make Brad talk dirty, say horrible things about him because for some reason, he enjoyed it. Brad loved fucking Rob, loved dominating him, but he never liked what led up to the sex. Never liked falling asleep on his own side of the bed.

And Rob was never much into toys or anything outside the bedroom. So it really confused Brad when suddenly his lover was pushing for sex and blow jobs in public places, why he wanted to watch porn together, why he wanted to use handcuffs and blindfolds. Because yeah, Rob had a few kinks, who didn't? But who knew Rob had fetishes.

Brad never saw it coming. Which was partly why he was in disbelief as Rob was pushing into him inside his bunk on the tour bus, somewhere in Idaho, wrists pinned and tied over his head by Rob's hands and some silk.

Brad felt his heart racing because like, the guys could walk into the bunk area any minute and there was no room for imagination for what they were doing, the sounds they were making. Brad was trying to be quiet but Rob knew just the tricks to make Brad tick, make him mewl and groan. Because like Brad knew what Rob liked, Rob knew what Brad liked too.

And Rob knew Brad secretly always wanted to have someone walk in on them. Not because that was particularly sexy in anyway, just because it would be a thrill to show someone what they shared. Because Brad kind of got an adrenaline rush just thinking about fucking in front of an audience.

Now was no exception. Brad was full on aware that Rob was making more noise than usual, as if trying to draw someone in to see what was going on. His hair was hanging in front of his face, shielding his eyes, which made Brad crazy because damn Rob was ridiculously gorgeous in the middle of a climax and his eyes showed everything Brad loved seeing.

Brad couldn't touch Rob, couldn't push his hips upward because Rob was holding them down with his other hand. Brad had to lie there and watch Rob give it to him because he couldn't demand for anything else. He couldn't take anything other than what was being given. It made Brad power hungry and slightly manic. He wanted control and knowing he couldn't have it turned him on. It made him hot in all the wrong ways. And Rob loved seeing the fire there in Brad's eyes. He loved the fight in him for control. He loved every second of it.

Brad toppled over the edge as he saw Mike and Dave walk through the bunk hall. He heard their footsteps stop, could see them clearly because Rob left the privacy curtain wide open. He saw their eyes widen in shock and practically trip over each other running out the door. He was exhausted and panting, not believing Rob denied touching him the entire time, a big, lazy smile on his face.

"Fuck," he breathed, as Rob untied his wrists and gently kissed the red marks. Brad drew him into him, pushing their mouths together hotly because fuck he can't remember the last time he came that hard.

"Yeah," Rob whispered back, lips brushing against Brad's, his breath ghosting over his face. His head rested between his head shoulder, into the crook of his neck.

"Didn't know you were into bondage," Brad chuckled, pressing his lips against Rob's hair, tasting the sweat there.

Rob laughed at this. "Didn't know you got off on being my bitch."

Brad smirked cheekily, shaking his head slightly.

"Like you have any room to talk Bourdon."

End

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I'm alive, imagine that.

This is unusual for me. Was it wrong for me to be thinking of this at my dad's birthday dinner earlier this evening?

I don't know whatever came over me. =D