"What the fuck are you doing out here? Crazy Irishman," said Rick, his breath forming clouds of vapor, curls hanging in his eyes that he shook away with a flip of his chin. Viv turned, white teeth flashing in the shadows of the cold, damp, Irish evening.
"Looking," Viv replied, shifting his body to rest his elbows on the railing of Joe's porch, looking out over the hillside as he shivered a little from the too-thin jacket he was wearing.
"For what?" Rick handed him a bigger jacket that Joe had given him with instructions to 'give that fucker a decent jacket.'
Shrugging it on, Viv pulled his curls out of the jacket, the sleeves nearly engulfing his hands as he and Rick shared a snicker. Both men had been in the situation more than once with Joe shoving one of his coats on them, the sleeves so much longer on their shorter arms.
Going up to the railing, Rick waited for Vivian to speak again. Rick scooted closer, his empty left sleeve rested against Viv's right arm as the cold winter night lent a starkness to each of their faces not normally seen in the daytime. The moon was slight off from being full; didn't they call that waning? Or was it waxing?
It didn't matter.
"Nothing and everything," murmured Vivian, his accent strengthened from being home, or at the very least in Ireland. Brisk wind nipped at their exposed flesh as Joe tapped on the glass, both of them turning about to see what he wanted.
"I'm going to bed. Don't freeze your bollocks off," he said, making a face at Viv's casually raised middle finger. Joe laughed, shutting the sliding door, but not locking it as he went upstairs.
Turning back around Viv looked over at Rick, tilting his chin slightly up. Rick met his gaze calmly, while Vivian sighed before looking back over the porch.
"I'm fine," said Viv softly as Rick rolled his eyes a little.
"You know, when I was a kid-"
"You're still a kid," said Viv, grinning cheekily, never minding the fact that he was only one year older than Rick.
"Oh fuck off. Like I was sayin', when I was a kid my Mum used to tell me that if I lied, the boogeyman would come and pull my toenails off."
"She WHAT?" said Viv, turning to him with a bewildered look as Rick shrugged and grinned.
"If I lied, the boogeyman would come and pull my toenails off. I used to sleep with my toenails pressed to the bed and wouldn't let my nails be exposed when I fell asleep."
"That's pretty brutal, man," said Viv, amused. Rick shrugged, snickering as he sat in a chair, now being the one to look up.
"What I meant though, was that you were lying. You're not fine. So what's wrong?" said Rick, watching Vivian catch his lower lip between his teeth carefully.
"It's honestly nothing, Rick. I'm fine. Just...not feeling chatty," he said, looking over at the drummer as Rick sighed at his comment and shivered a little.
"C'mon, let's go in. It's fucking cold out here."
"Well, it is January," said Viv, grinning as Rick rolled his eyes. Walking inside, they shed their coats, cheeks pinking from the sudden cold to the sleepy warmth of the house.
Rick curled up in a recliner, Viv stretching out on the couch as they warmed up slowly. Viv flipped his chin length hair back, tucking the curls behind his ear as Rick watched him. The guitarist flashed a quick smile before he spoke.
"Mum always told me that stars were angels waiting to be our friends. Not as brutal as yours, but there you have it."
"Angels, huh?"
"Yeah, it was the whole Catholic thing, I think," he said, laughing while Rick grinned.
"So how'd Mr. Lapsed Catholic deal with you and Phil shagging like bunnies on the Adrenalize tour?"
"A healthy dose of Catholic guilt followed by a dash of lust," said Viv, laughing with Rick as he settled back into the couch. Dragging the throw down, he lay there, watching Rick as they talked back and forth.
Slowly though, Viv's eyelids began to droop. Smiling, Rick got up and reached over, gently shaking his shoulder until Viv looked up at him with a soft smile.
"C'mon. You don't wanna fall asleep out here; your neck'll be screaming when you wake up."
"Eh, the neck's been screaming all day," said Viv, sitting up and rolling his head from side to side with a wince.
"Oh? You fall asleep down here again last night?"
"Mm, yeah. Unfortunately, I did."
"Here, turn around," said Rick, sitting down, pressing close to the curve of Viv's back. Reaching up, Rick carefully let his fingers seek out the tension as Viv sighed softly, shaking his black hair away and letting Rick manipulate the strong muscles of his neck.
"Why'd you sleep on the couch?" Rick asked, carefully sliding his hand across Vivs soft skin lightly, finding more knots as he worked along his neck.
"Bed's too big. I get lonely easily," Viv replied, only half joking as he leaned his head forward a little.
"Know how that is," Rick murmured, wrapping his arm around Viv's shoulders and neck to hug him. He took comfort and warmth when Viv leaned back, pressing his back to Rick's chest comfortably.
"Mmm," was all Viv managed, wiggling around until his head was tucked into Rick's neck. Soft curls cushioned the press of Viv's head against his neck, the hair raising tiny goosebumps as he shifted and moved.
"Viv?"
"Hmm?"
Instead of replying, Rick slid his arm down and tugged Vivian closer. Viv turned, carefully settling into Rick's lap with a blink. He looked over his face for a moment, studying the planes and angles carefully.
"Why?"
"Because. Is that good enough?" said Rick, almost petulantly responding and Viv leaned forward and pressed his lips to the corner of Rick's lips softly. Slowly his lips slid over, firmly pressing against Rick's rosy pout. Sighing almost inaudibly, Rick leaned into him, softly kissing him until Viv relaxed, parting his lips fully, allowing Rick to dip his tongue into his mouth. Slowly they began to press back and forth against each other, each one trying for dominance.
Rick pulled back and looked Viv in the eyes, seeing their deepened color and his swollen lips and taking smug satisfaction in the fact that he had done that. Viv watched him for a moment, leaning and kissing him again, harder this time. A soft moan floated up, Rick wasn't sure which of them it came from.
His hand slid under Viv's shirt, feeling the warm skin and the coarse chest hair before Viv pulled back again. Rick felt frustration that they kept interrupting each other, even though Viv flashed an apologetic grin.
Before he could speak, Viv had his shirt off, pressing back against Rick and kissing along his neck. Light nips at first, slowly graduating to a firm bite, right at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, sending shivers down his body.
He heard himself moan, and then a creak.
A throat cleared.
Viv pulled up, cheeks tinting already as Joe arched an eyebrow, eyes still sleepy. He looked vaguely amused.
"If you're going to shag, take it to a room and for Christs sake, don't be loud." Joe walked back, going into his bedroom and shutting the door.
Rick felt the denim of Viv's jeans beneath his fingers, letting the tips lightly move over Viv's thighs. A finger traced the bulge beneath the fabric, then two. Viv was breathing heavily, watching the fingers tease him.
"Do you wanna?"
"Shag? Bloody effin' hell, yes," Viv said, laughing as he moved off of Rick's lap, the drummer standing and allowing Viv to lead the way. As they made their way up the stairs, the door opened, Phil stood there, looking surprised. Viv flashed a toothy grin, tugging Rick through the door into his room as Phil watched Rick. Finally turning away, Phil stepped back through the door, shutting it softly.
Rick felt oddly annoyed with himself.
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"You always leave marks," commented Rick. His neck certainly stood testament to that. Viv's laugh echoed from the shower, steam rolling over the shower curtain as Rick studied himself in the mirror.
A couple of already bruising marks had been left on his neck, one wider than the rest on the left side of his neck, where Viv had bitten him as he came. The shower curtain's rings rattled and scraped on the metal rod, nearly making him jump as Rick looked over at Viv.
The shower still beat down as Viv tilted his head. "Did you hear a word I just said?"
"Sorry," said Rick, stepping forward and into the shower with Viv. Rick watched as Viv tugged the shower curtain closed before he stepped forward and kissed Rick.
They stayed like that for a moment, kissing and rubbing against one another as hot water made their skin slick. Rick pulled back, leaning and nipping along Viv's neck, hearing his quiet sigh. He pulled a pierced earlobe between his lips, sucking on it softly, Viv's moan was swallowed by the sound of water beating down onto the tub in a steady rhythm.
Rick carefully shifted, pulling his head up and nudging Viv back, pressing him against the wall. Leaning into Viv, Rick placed wet kisses along the skin, reaching his hand up and tangling his fingers in Viv's hair, he tugged lightly. The gasp was surprised, sliding into a soft moan as Rick nipped, licking at the area lightly.
Tugging on the hair more, he kissed down, freezing when the door opened. Rick and Viv looked at each other, Rick's hand still tangled in Viv's hair, both men liberally dotted with bite-marks. They heard a cough, and then the other person spoke.
"Who's in there?"
"It's me," Rick found himself saying, slowly untangling his hand from Viv's hair and motioning for him to be quiet.
"Oh?" Phil's voice held a hint of a grin. The only other sound in the bathroom was the shower, beating down on them. "Maybe I should join you,"
"If...if you want, I'm almost done and about out of the shower an-" Rick stopped talking as the shower curtain slid open. Phil raised his eyebrows, nodding slowly and sliding the shower curtain closed.
"You might want to finish up, Joe'll be up here in a bit to bitch and moan about you using all the hot water."
Phil was calm, his voice steady, his steps muffled on the floor before the quiet shutting of the door was barely heard over the shower. Viv looked at Rick, blue eyes questioning as Rick shrugged.
"Best make a good use of the hot water then," Rick said, leaning and kissing Viv hard, sliding a slick arm around the small waist. He swallowed the moan that came up from Viv, grinding his hips against the other man's, feeling the hard cock rubbing and bumping against his. Viv's hand slid down, ghosting over slick skin as he wrapped his hand around Rick, stroking firmly as a moan grew out of the kiss.
Pulling back, his hips thrust lazily, the callouses creating a wonderfully rough sensation, his own hand reaching down. Wrapping his hand around Viv's cock, he started stroking, hand picking up the pace as he bit back a moan as Viv's hand matched his.
Hands stroked and squeezed, moans muffled by the other's neck. Rick felt stubble scraping over his skin, soft lips fastening and sucking as Viv's hand sped up. Rick groaned quietly, chasing droplets of water along Viv's neck, sucking and biting, gasping and arching. He felt that pressure coiling, his muscles tensing as he bit down on the tender skin of Viv's neck, the thick groan muffled as he shuddered with the rush of coming.
Viv clung to Rick, body stiffening a second after Rick came, barely making much noise past a gasp.
Panting hard, they relaxed against each other. Rick slid his hand up Viv's side slowly, jumping a little as Viv did the same to him.
"I think the hot water's all gone," he said, grinning at Viv who began to laugh, the rich sound echoing off the bathroom and causing the grin to spread fully across Rick's face.
It felt good.
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