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“The street is cold, the dawn is grey. My heart says no but my head says stay.”
Steven watched Joe intently out of the corner of his eye as they harmonized on the lyrics Joe had written. He still couldn’t quite believe that yet, Joe had been as good as his word and had written a song without any help from him. Granted, it wasn’t something that’d chart or even be released as anything but a b-side but it was still quite an accomplishment. That one lyric especially hit home for Steven every time he spotted the gold band wrapped around Joe’s left ring finger. He’d gone and done it, he’d married the bitch despite everyone else’s better judgment. And despite being married to her he’d still seen Joe casting glances his way which made Steven wonder where Joe’s heart truly rested. There was one promise though that Joe still hadn’t followed through on although it wasn’t for want of trying. He’d tried to pull Steven aside in dressing rooms and darkened hallways while they’d been out on tour but they’d been lucky even to brush lips before one of them was yanked away for some reason or another. Now they were back in the studio again like they had when this can of worms had been popped open and of course they weren’t even close to alone thanks to Jack and Jay.
“I got the nouveau ri’ and dragged it home to bed.”
Steven smirked at that line recalling how Joe had lured him away that day back when they’d been working on Toys. He savored those memories now and wondered if he’d ever get a chance like that again now that Elissa was a permanent fixture in Joe’s life. He closed his eyes and sighed as Joe’s guitar track roared through the headphones. Steven found himself getting lost in the passionate driving rhythm he heard and wondered if Joe fucked as hard as he played. He was so lost in fact that Joe had to give him a light nudge so that he wouldn’t miss his vocal cue.
“I found the secret, the key to the vault. We walked in darkness, kept hitting the walls. I took the time to reach for the door. I found the secret, the key ta’ it all.”
That summed the two of them up perfectly. For years they’d been ignorant of each other as anything more than band members and tentative friends. Now…well…now things were far more…sticky. Steven tried to ignore the raging hard-on he’d developed while they’d been recording but Joe’s end solo just seemed to rev his engines harder. He wanted that same degree of passionate energy channeled at him and soon. If he didn’t get any he’d wind up scurrying off to the bathroom to jack off for the umpteen-millionth time. The music ebbed away and both he and Joe removed the cans from their heads, laying them on the music stands in front of them.
“I think that’s it for today, Jack. I’m too tired to do another take.”
“Are you sure, Joe? I mean that one was good but…”
“No. You guys just pack up and go.”
Steven was a little surprised at Joe having the nerve to boss Jack around, usually it was the reverse. He glanced over at Joe and let his eyes quickly peruse the skinny but chiseled frame. His throat went dry at the sight of the bulge in Joe’s pants and he hastily looked away hoping he hadn’t noticed. He focused instead on Jack and Jay on the other side of the glass as they worked on shutting things down.
“You guys staying here?” said Jack.
“Yeah, think Steven and I’ll just relax a bit.”
Jack gave a shrug as if to say ‘suit yourself’ and then flipped off the lights except for the ones in the room with Steven and Joe. Steven stood there almost holding his breath and avoiding looking at Joe as much as he could. He could hear Joe’s footsteps as he walked across the room followed by the whoosh of him flopping down on the couch.
“C’mon over and sit down, man. Take a load off.”
The hiss of a match being struck and the sweet smell of the joint Joe had lit lured him into letting his nervous guard down somewhat. He glanced back at the glass one more time before joining Joe on the couch.
“Want some?” he said, offering the joint to Steven.
He nodded and took a couple of tokes off it before passing it back. The two of them sat there in companionable silence sharing the joint before Joe spoke up again.
“Now we’re alone, I think.”
“You think?” said Steven, quirking his brow. “What’ve you got in mind, Perry?”
“Nothin’,” he mumbled.
Steven eyed him skeptically and shrugged before sagging back deeper into the couch. The joint was soon reduced to ash and a good deal of the heat from all the lights and equipment had drained out of the big warehouse space. Steven shifted closer to Joe more from a desire for warmth than affection but when Joe’s arm moved to curl around him he didn’t shrug it away. He snuggled in and rested his head against Joe’s shoulder losing himself in his thoughts until he felt Joe’s breath against his ear.
“I haven’t forgotten that promise, man.”
Those whispered words were followed by a teasing nibble that sent a shiver trickling down Steven’s spine.
“Are you sure we’re alone?” said Steven hoarsely.
“Uh-huh.”
Steven didn’t even have a chance to reply before Joe’s lips were on his. His surprise at Joe’s aggressiveness ebbed away into arousal as he fell back onto the couch with Joe on top of him. He groaned as Joe’s hands slid under his shirt and nails lightly dug into his skin. It wasn’t long before the shirt was off and Joe’s callused fingers trailed down to fumble with the closure to Steven’s pants. Joe’s lips trailed down Steven’s chin along his jaw to his neck where he nipped hard enough to leave a small mark.
“Mine,” he hushed against Steven’s ear.
Steven swallowed hard when he heard that. He’d never expected Joe to be quite so possessive but perhaps that was simply a result of being frustrated for so long. He let out a grunt as he shifted beneath Joe and arched against the hand which had finally managed to undo his pants. Joe had resumed kissing him slowly and Steven deepened the kiss as Joe’s fingers curled around his cock. Steven inhaled sharply as Joe stroked him slowly then pried his mouth away and slowly kissed his way down his torso. He pushed at his pants and eventually managed to wiggle them off with a little help from Joe and the couch. Joe’s eyes were heavy lidded and dark as his lips brushed across Steven’s increasingly sensitive skin. Surprisingly though Joe seemed to be avoiding actually taking Steven’s cock in his mouth. Instead he reverently dropped kisses around it and down along Steven’s thighs. Steven was confused by this sudden change in attitude and reached out to stroke Joe’s hair.
“Joe,” he hushed. “What’s wrong, man?”
Joe’s body tensed and he let out a heavy sigh which whooshed over Steven’s bare skin causing him to fight back a moan.
“I’ve never done this, Steven. You were my first…ever.”
Steven’s eyes went wide with surprise at Joe’s honest confession. Up until now he wouldn’t have known Joe was an amateur at seducing a man. He’d been the one who’d lured Steven to his knees before, then come on so strong here, and now he seemed about to choke. He tried not to laugh at the irony of the situation knowing that’d just make things worse and bruise Joe’s ego. Instead he crooked a slender, almost skeletal finger under his chin and tilted Joe’s face up to look at him.
“Just do what comes naturally, man. Don’t think about it, do the things you know would make you feel good.”
Joe gazed into his eyes and let out a dry chuckle at his own ignorance. He stretched upward and kissed Steven with enough heat and passion that it seemed they might both melt into the couch. The tension ebbed out of Joe’s body as they kissed and as he slowly licked his way back down Steven’s bony frame he seemed to regain his aggressive confidence. The reverent kisses of before were replaced with long, teasing licks around the base of his cock and slowly swirling upwards like savoring a sweet sucker. Steven’s eyes fluttered and his head tilted back when he finally felt Joe’s lips close around the head.
“Yes,” he hissed as he felt Joe take him in deeper. “God, yes…”
The vocal endearments continued as Joe slowly bobbed his head up and down over Steven’s cock. Joe groaned when Steven clutched at and ran his fingers through his hair. Steven tried to be still but it seemed impossible with the way Joe was making him feel. It worked to Joe’s benefit though as he slid his hands underneath Steven’s ass and stroked a thumb lightly along his crack.
“More,” gasped Steven. “Please Joe, gimme more…”
Joe grunted and stroked a little harder but all that did was make Steven sore. Instead Steven grasped Joe’s wrist and pulled his hand away which brought Joe up short.
“Wha?” he said, prying his mouth away and looking up somewhat dazed. “You said…”
Steven put a finger to Joe’s lips to shush him then sat up far enough that he could bring Joe’s hand to his mouth. He wrapped his lips around Joe’s index finger and suckled it, getting it as wet as he possibly could. Joe choked back a moan of desire as he watched Steven but let a frustrated sigh escape when he let him go.
“Use that instead, baby,” said Steven with a devious smirk.
Joe looked confused for a moment then recalled what he’d been doing with his thumb that’d gotten Steven all tied up in knots.
“God, if you weren’t so damn good looking and played kick ass guitar, I’d throw you out the door,” he joked.
“No, you wouldn’t,” said Joe before he ducked his head back down between Steven’s thighs.
“Mmmmmm, you’re right,” moaned Steven as he let himself fall back to the couch.
He stroked Joe’s hair as he blew him like he would a cat’s fur and dug his fingers in lightly when he felt Joe rubbing his moistened finger along his crack. He waited, basking in the pleasure of Joe’s warm mouth around his cock, until finally the finger found the target he’d been hoping for.
“Oh fuck, Joe,” he cried out as Joe’s finger slipped inside his ass.
The combination of that finger thrusting in and out and that heavenly mouth sent Steven spiraling into an abyss of bliss.
“Fuck…I’m gonna…” he gasped in the hopes of warning Joe of his impending climax.
Joe choked as he attempted to swallow and pulled away using his hand to deflect the spewing seed from his face.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he muttered.
When the stream had stopped flowing, Joe lowered his hand and stared down at his panting friend.
“Sorry,” groaned Steven. “I tried…to warn you…”
“It’s okay,” he sighed, “Least you didn’t nail me in the eyes. I’ve heard that shit burns.”
Steven chuckled and nodded then glanced at Joe’s cum covered hand.
“Gonna clean yourself up?”
Joe quirked a brow and looked at him like he was crazy before tentatively licking his hand. Steven watched him intently and with great surprise as Joe eventually licked his hand clean.
“Not bad,” he said then leaned forward till he was nose to nose with Steven. “Want a taste?”
Steven swallowed hard and nodded then let his eyes sink closed as Joe’s lips captured his and his tongue slipped between his lips. They laid there embracing each other and kissing until Joe felt Steven shiver beneath him. When Joe pried his lips away he noticed Steven was staring at the ring on his finger which was glinting in the light.
“We should probably go,” he said sheepishly as he pulled back and almost tried to hide the offending piece of jewelry.
“Yeah,” said Steven, trying to hide the bitter jealousy he felt. “Your wife is probably waiting for you.”
Joe sighed and nodded then reached to pick up Steven’s clothes. He handed them to him and watched him dress before standing up.
“Guess now it’s your turn,” he said almost inaudibly.
“What was that?”
Joe cleared his throat and looked Steven in the eye as he repeated himself.
“I said; guess now it’s your turn. To find a place and time for us that is.”
“Maybe,” he grumbled as he finished dressing and stood up beside Joe.
Joe frowned then let out a soft growl as he yanked Steven to him and crushed their mouths together one last time.
“You’re mine, baby. Don’t forget it,” he hushed then leaned down to kiss the mark he’d left.
Steven shuddered and felt his cock straining to get hard again.
“I won’t,” he murmured, nuzzling Joe’s ear and neck. “When I get you alone next time, I want you to fuck me just as hard as you fuck that bitch of yours.”
“Fuck,” Joe groaned as he pulled away from Steven.
Steven snickered and leaned in for one last quick kiss and squeeze before practically skipping off toward the door. Joe watched him go, resisting the urge to go charging after him and following through on his request. Once he was sure Steven was gone he headed out to his own car turning out the lights behind him. When those lights flipped off, another set in the recording room flipped on. Jack cleaned himself up with a couple of tissues and tucked his cock back away before zipping up and heading out into the chilly fall evening himself.
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