--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Fuck Brian. Oh God, yessss" I fall over on the bed, clutching my hand over my mouth so that I won't laugh out loud. Damn it, I don't think I've had that much fun since...like..ever. I can only imagine the look on Kevin's face right now. I guess I kinda feel bad about leaving AJ out there with him, and Howie for that matter. But I only feel bad a little. Because this was FUN. Brian fall down next to me, with flushed cheeks from jumping up and down on the bed. He leans closer and gives me a kiss, before he pulls back, and look towards the door leading out to the others. "You think they'll come in?`" he asks, and looks at me again. "I dunno" I say as I move slowly closer to him, wanting to give him another kiss. "And you don't care" he finishes, before his mouth decends on mine. We kiss like this for a while, letting our hands live a life of their own, battling with our tongues, as we usually do. Man, I love this man. "S'cuse me" FUCK. I pull back from Brian and look towards the door. It's AJ. "What do you want?" I ask, sounding irritated I'm sure. Why shouldn't I be irritated though. I mean, he just interrupted one hell of a make out session. "We've stopped for a little while. Figured you'd like to get back on your own bus. We're done with the meeting and all, so." He looks from Brian to me, and then focuses at something on the wall behind us. "You're doing this so you won't have to hear us, right?" I ask, raising my eyebrows at him. "Yep" he replies, looking at me again, grinning. "How'd ya guess" "I know Kev" I said, getting off the bed, grabbing Brian's hand and dragging him in the direction of our bus. I'm ready for real sex now, not just pretend sex. I like the real kind so much better. "We're leaving. Nice to see you guys. If there's anything at all, don't call. I don't care if our bus is on fire, don't you dare to interrupt. Now, buy buy y'all" I say all this as I grab our stuff and practically drag Brian over to our own bus. Not that I HAVE to drag him, it's just that I'm walking so fuckings fast. What do you expect me to do though. I'm on my way to make perfect love with my lover, and there's no way in hell I'm gonna make it look like we're just out for a stroll. The bulge in my pants would kill that theory right away anyways. ***** God I love Nick. Not that there's any need to say so, but I just had to say it. That boy is amazing, he really is. He drags me over the parking lot and into our own bus. Our stuff lands right inside the door, and as that closes he drags me through the bus and into our bedroom. "You're in a hurry" I say with a grin, as he turns and looks at me. Raising his eyebrows he points to his crotch. Damn, looks like my boy is really in the need of some 'medical' attention, to put it that way. "Oh. That's doesn't look too good. Let me help you with that" I say, moving in closer to regain some of the control I lost as he dragged me over here. I let my hand move slowly down his chest as I lean in to kiss him, playing with his lower lip, nibbling at it and sucking gently. Then I move to his neck, licking a trail down his cheekbone and to his neck, and then back to his ear. Nibbling at that I reach down and undo his pants, letting them fall to the floor. His eyes are closed, and I can tell that once again he has no idea that I am removing his clothes. I'm a very talented man. As I bite down on his ear his eyes open, and I stop so that I can stare into his eyes for a while, playing with his nipples through his t-shirt at the same time. I lean in and kiss him again, and then move back to his neck and ear. His arms goes up, and I manage to remove the rest of his clothing, again without him noticing anything at all. I am still fully dressed, but who cares. Those will go away soon enough. I give his neck one last kiss, and then I drop to my knees in front of him, taking him into my mouth. "Damn Littrell!" he yells, and I have a feeling he finally realized that he has no clothes on. "What?" I say, looking up at him innocently. "He beacons for me to come up again, and I do so, loosing all control as I look into his blue eyes, drowning completely in them. He removes my clothes slowly, and we fall down on the bed. "I wanna be inside you" he says, and I nod, letting him know that I want that as well. I love the feeling of him inside me, and I love the way he makes me feel when he's inside me. He leans over me, alreadly done with the lube I didn't know he'd gotten from the bag, and then he's there, stretching me. The takes his time, using his fingers and his tongue. I love this, this foreplay if you wish to call it that. He spends over fifteen minutes getting me ready, licking and playing with me, using three fingers to drive me crazy, making me shiver and moan his name. Then he moves inside me, slowly, letting me adjust to him. I am used to having him inside me, but I still need some time to adjust before he can start. He moves slowly, just the way I like it in the beginning. His hand moves down my body, playing with my nipples as he thrusts inside me, before it moves lower, down to my rock hard cock, gripping around it. His hand move in the same rhythm as the rest of him, faster now. I have to close my eyes, the pleasure getting the best of me. He moves faster and faster, getting us both closer and closer to the edge. I can feel myself letting go, and then I come. It's like I am in a different world, a world of pure pleasure. I moan his name over and over, chanting for him to come, as he does. Our lips lock as he empties himself inside me. When he's done he rolls over, and wrap his arms around me. "I love you" he says, kissing my sweaty forehead. "I love you too" I reply, as I snuggle up to him. It's time for us to sleep now. We'll arrive at the hotel in a couple of hours, and I'd like to get some sleep before that. Cause with what we've got planned tonight, I doubt I'll get any sleep them.
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