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calmyourshit) wrote2014-09-09 11:13 pm
calmyourshit) wrote2014-09-09 11:13 pm
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Middle of nowhere Arizona had no cell phone reception. Surprise.
The tour bus was driving from New Mexico to California, for a show in Los Angeles before they cut north. They'd left at six in the morning, with the entire band stumbling onto the bus in pajamas and immediately going back to sleep in their various bunks. The cab of the bus had a two-person bunk above it, mostly used for storage. Then there was a living area, then the kitchen, then the bunks, three high on one side and two high on the other. The twins had the two, with the heating and air system taking up the space under Melinda. Noah had the top bunk on the other side, then Tim, then Adrian, their manager, on the bottom. Adrian didn't sleep on the bus very often, being a functional human being who could get up at a normal human hour, but he traveled on the bus, so he got a bunk. Behind the bunks was the bathroom, then behind that the space they used for writing music.
It was about noon now. Noah could hear the twins in the back, noodling around on instruments quietly and generically bickering. Adrian would be up in the cab, riding shotgun with the driver -- normally he'd be up there working on his laptop, but in the absence of internet he was probably making conversation or playing SimCity or something. Tim was playing a game on the couches, Mass Effect from the sound of the gunfire. Noah had only emerged from his bunk long enough to use the bathroom and grab a magazine someone had left, but he'd spied Tim in the front wearing one of his henleys and that was enough to prevent the morning wood going away. Awesome.
Noah bit his lip as he found a picture of Tim in the magazine. He was hooting at the audience, with a look in his eyes like 'yeah, fuckers, come on, scream with me.' He was in a black henley (asshole) and jeans, and he was leaning forward a little through his hips, like he was trying to thrust into his guitar. The blue and black of the stage and lights behind him created a striking backdrop, though Tim was lit clearly. There was only one logical response to this picture.
He was starting to arch into his hand when the curtain to his bunk was flung open and Tim stopped midsentence. Noah didn't even try to pretend he'd been doing something else, not with Tim. "Oh my god," he was saying. "On the bus? Seriously?"
"I'm bein' quiet!" Noah protested. "Dude, if you think that everyone with a bunk has not masturbated on this bus multiple times, at least once at the same time, you have got another thing coming."
"The same time?"
"It was the twins. They didn't realize and I did not tell 'em."
Tim crossed his arms, and Noah could see from his posture that he had one hip cocked out. "I have never jerked it on this bus and I'm takin' that as a badge of pride now."
He was at least keeping his voice relatively quiet. "Adrian's done it too," he pointed out.
"Why do you listen so hard??"
"Who says I'm listenin' hard?"
"I ain't never noticed any a' this."
"Oh my god. Are you gonna get in here and help me with this or not?" He held up the magazine, showing what he'd been looking at.
"Well, flattered as I am to be your spank material..."
"Aw, come on, baby." Noah started stroking himself again.
"No. I'm gonna wait til we get to a hotel and then I'm gonna blow your mind," he said, cocking an eyebrow.
The idea of Tim blowing his mind made Noah shiver, but he heard the no. "You leave me no choice..." He closed his eyes, composing himself for a second, then opened them again, looking as pitiful as possible at Tim.
Tim just stared at him for a minute, eyes narrowed slightly. "Don't gimme that face."
Noah threw in the pout, too.
"What did I say?"
Noah moved back, making room in his bunk for a second person. Tim sighed loudly at him, then started climbing in, making Noah grin happily.
He was pulling his hand away from his cock, in anticipation of Tim's hand or mouth, but Tim grabbed his wrist. "Uh uh. Keep goin'."
Noah licked his lips and kept stroking himself, a question in his eyes. Tim just grinned and kissed him. At first it was just this series of brief little pecks that made Noah pant and had him leaning forward, needy for more. The tease went straight to his cock, making him whimper a little.
"Mm, check you out, slut." Only then did Noah get a deeper kiss, trying to keep his moan quiet. He was stroking himself fast now, already desperate and needy. He couldn't help it, his boyfriend was so impossibly hot. One of Tim's hands came down to squeeze his ass, making Noah whimper again.
"Look at that. Couldn't even make it to a hotel, had to jerk it on the bus. What a little whore."
"Yeah," Noah breathed, burying his face against Tim's neck. "Please..."
"Please what, slut?"
"Wanna come," Noah gasped.
"Not yet."
Noah groaned, only belatedly remembering to stay quiet. Tim smacked his ass sharply as a warning, then slid his hand down the back of Noah's pajamas, one dry finger pressing against his hole.
"Too bad you're such a slut, cause I was gonna cuff you and suck your cock when we got to the hotel. Bet you're gonna miss my mouth on your cock, suckin' just the way you like it." He leaned down to lick Noah's neck, then bite sharply, eliciting a little yelp. "Now you gotta beg just to get my cock and maybe if you're nice and good I'll let you suck me off. And if I'm in a good mood you might get fucked by mornin'." Noah gasped as the tip of Tim's finger pushed into him, enough to make Noah's hips roll back. "I'm in a pretty good mood."
Noah couldn't help it anymore, he whined and came inside his pajamas, rutting against Tim's leg even with his hand in the way. He heard Tim murmur "moan for me" and muffled a needy moan in Tim's chest, still riding it out. Tim kept that finger just inside him until Noah had gone limp, kissing him as he took his hand back.
Tim started to pull away, but Noah clung to him.
"What, I can't go wash my hands?"
Noah reached behind himself and handed over a bottle of strawberry cheesecake scented hand sanitizer. Tim just laughed and flipped the top open, chemical sweet smell filling the bunk as he poured a bit into his hand.
"You get this from Melinda?"
Noah shrugged. He couldn't really remember.
"Want your jeans yet?"
Noah shook his head.
"Just want me to stay a minute?"
Noah nodded, arm tight around Tim's chest. Tim arranged them so they could lay more comfortably, then nodded.
"I can do that."
The tour bus was driving from New Mexico to California, for a show in Los Angeles before they cut north. They'd left at six in the morning, with the entire band stumbling onto the bus in pajamas and immediately going back to sleep in their various bunks. The cab of the bus had a two-person bunk above it, mostly used for storage. Then there was a living area, then the kitchen, then the bunks, three high on one side and two high on the other. The twins had the two, with the heating and air system taking up the space under Melinda. Noah had the top bunk on the other side, then Tim, then Adrian, their manager, on the bottom. Adrian didn't sleep on the bus very often, being a functional human being who could get up at a normal human hour, but he traveled on the bus, so he got a bunk. Behind the bunks was the bathroom, then behind that the space they used for writing music.
It was about noon now. Noah could hear the twins in the back, noodling around on instruments quietly and generically bickering. Adrian would be up in the cab, riding shotgun with the driver -- normally he'd be up there working on his laptop, but in the absence of internet he was probably making conversation or playing SimCity or something. Tim was playing a game on the couches, Mass Effect from the sound of the gunfire. Noah had only emerged from his bunk long enough to use the bathroom and grab a magazine someone had left, but he'd spied Tim in the front wearing one of his henleys and that was enough to prevent the morning wood going away. Awesome.
Noah bit his lip as he found a picture of Tim in the magazine. He was hooting at the audience, with a look in his eyes like 'yeah, fuckers, come on, scream with me.' He was in a black henley (asshole) and jeans, and he was leaning forward a little through his hips, like he was trying to thrust into his guitar. The blue and black of the stage and lights behind him created a striking backdrop, though Tim was lit clearly. There was only one logical response to this picture.
He was starting to arch into his hand when the curtain to his bunk was flung open and Tim stopped midsentence. Noah didn't even try to pretend he'd been doing something else, not with Tim. "Oh my god," he was saying. "On the bus? Seriously?"
"I'm bein' quiet!" Noah protested. "Dude, if you think that everyone with a bunk has not masturbated on this bus multiple times, at least once at the same time, you have got another thing coming."
"The same time?"
"It was the twins. They didn't realize and I did not tell 'em."
Tim crossed his arms, and Noah could see from his posture that he had one hip cocked out. "I have never jerked it on this bus and I'm takin' that as a badge of pride now."
He was at least keeping his voice relatively quiet. "Adrian's done it too," he pointed out.
"Why do you listen so hard??"
"Who says I'm listenin' hard?"
"I ain't never noticed any a' this."
"Oh my god. Are you gonna get in here and help me with this or not?" He held up the magazine, showing what he'd been looking at.
"Well, flattered as I am to be your spank material..."
"Aw, come on, baby." Noah started stroking himself again.
"No. I'm gonna wait til we get to a hotel and then I'm gonna blow your mind," he said, cocking an eyebrow.
The idea of Tim blowing his mind made Noah shiver, but he heard the no. "You leave me no choice..." He closed his eyes, composing himself for a second, then opened them again, looking as pitiful as possible at Tim.
Tim just stared at him for a minute, eyes narrowed slightly. "Don't gimme that face."
Noah threw in the pout, too.
"What did I say?"
Noah moved back, making room in his bunk for a second person. Tim sighed loudly at him, then started climbing in, making Noah grin happily.
He was pulling his hand away from his cock, in anticipation of Tim's hand or mouth, but Tim grabbed his wrist. "Uh uh. Keep goin'."
Noah licked his lips and kept stroking himself, a question in his eyes. Tim just grinned and kissed him. At first it was just this series of brief little pecks that made Noah pant and had him leaning forward, needy for more. The tease went straight to his cock, making him whimper a little.
"Mm, check you out, slut." Only then did Noah get a deeper kiss, trying to keep his moan quiet. He was stroking himself fast now, already desperate and needy. He couldn't help it, his boyfriend was so impossibly hot. One of Tim's hands came down to squeeze his ass, making Noah whimper again.
"Look at that. Couldn't even make it to a hotel, had to jerk it on the bus. What a little whore."
"Yeah," Noah breathed, burying his face against Tim's neck. "Please..."
"Please what, slut?"
"Wanna come," Noah gasped.
"Not yet."
Noah groaned, only belatedly remembering to stay quiet. Tim smacked his ass sharply as a warning, then slid his hand down the back of Noah's pajamas, one dry finger pressing against his hole.
"Too bad you're such a slut, cause I was gonna cuff you and suck your cock when we got to the hotel. Bet you're gonna miss my mouth on your cock, suckin' just the way you like it." He leaned down to lick Noah's neck, then bite sharply, eliciting a little yelp. "Now you gotta beg just to get my cock and maybe if you're nice and good I'll let you suck me off. And if I'm in a good mood you might get fucked by mornin'." Noah gasped as the tip of Tim's finger pushed into him, enough to make Noah's hips roll back. "I'm in a pretty good mood."
Noah couldn't help it anymore, he whined and came inside his pajamas, rutting against Tim's leg even with his hand in the way. He heard Tim murmur "moan for me" and muffled a needy moan in Tim's chest, still riding it out. Tim kept that finger just inside him until Noah had gone limp, kissing him as he took his hand back.
Tim started to pull away, but Noah clung to him.
"What, I can't go wash my hands?"
Noah reached behind himself and handed over a bottle of strawberry cheesecake scented hand sanitizer. Tim just laughed and flipped the top open, chemical sweet smell filling the bunk as he poured a bit into his hand.
"You get this from Melinda?"
Noah shrugged. He couldn't really remember.
"Want your jeans yet?"
Noah shook his head.
"Just want me to stay a minute?"
Noah nodded, arm tight around Tim's chest. Tim arranged them so they could lay more comfortably, then nodded.
"I can do that."