The last day of the tour. The hottest day of the summer. Or so it seems.
Brent never knew why the warm weather made him happy. Not that kind of happy.
Not the 'happy' that involves smiles and laughter. The happy 'downstairs.'
The happy where all he wants to do is fuck the first thing with legs that passes
by. Well not today, anyway. Today is different. Brent looks to his left and sees
his guitarist, wiping sweat off of his forehead.
Nate is hot. Like, really hot. In both meanings. Most people just see him as
this little boy cute- aw let me pinch those cheeks. Not Brent. When Brent looks
at Nate...all he sees is a sex kitten. Well, mainly because Brent wants him to
be a sex kitten, so that's how he sees him, but still. Brent licks his lips and
"Nate. You wanna go back to the bus with me? It's too hot out." He asks with
frustration in his voice.
As the seconds go by the more he wants to have his way with his friend.
"Yeah, sure if you want. Kevin and Bill are trying to get people to help with
their games. Do you want me to get them too?"
Brent quickly shakes his head. He wants Nate all to himself. He actually thought
once or twice about letting Bill or Kevin watch...being that Brent is a freak
sometimes. His has power issues. He wants to abuse power. If he were to let
someone watch, they wouldn't be able to join in. Because that would mean Brent's
power is being taken slightly from him.
"Alright, man. Let's go. You know what sounds good? Getting drunk."
For once in Brent's life he doesn't want to get drunk. He wants to be able to
remember his time with Nate. Being that surprisingly, it will be Nate and
Brent's first time ever sleeping together. Brent feels bad that Nate doesn't
know about it yet- but he will soon enough.
"Nah, Nate. Too early to get drunk. It's what, five thirty? Let's wait."
Nate gasps, running a little to catch up with Brent. "Wow. You want to WAIT to
get drunk? That...that- are you sick? Do you have a liver problem we don't know
"Nate. I'm fine. I just. Don't feel like it."
The brunette holds his hands out in surrender form. "Alright alright. I'll wait
Brent smiles in a way that scares him. He feels happy (the normal kind of happy
this time) because Nate would rather wait to get drunk than to get drunk without
Once they arrive at the bus and get on, it feels like a relief. The bus isn't
that much cooler than outside, but the difference is definitely noticeable.
Brent's hands tap at his sides with an unknown nervousness. He can't just come
out and ask Nate if he wants to have sex. It's kind of random. They weren't even
talking about it on the way to the bus, or anytime recently.
Maybe Brent can manipulate Nate a little. Try to get him nice and relaxed and
than make his move. Or maybe he can forget about the relaxing part. That's no
fun. The heat is getting to him. He's been all hot and bothered since the set
ended, and there's no point to take the time for Nate to get relaxed.
"Hey, Nate. Can you uh. Maybe come over here?"
Of course, Nate is like a puppy, he'll come when he's asked and he'll do what
Brent is standing close to him, not only because that's the only option, but
because he wants to. The smallness of the bus is just an excuse.
"You want to know what sounds better than getting drunk?"
The brunette cocks his eyebrow. "No. What?"
Brent looks down at his own pants. "Getting laid."
Nate laughs and nods. "Yeah, I guess that does sound better come to think of it."
Brent nods. He's playing his cards right. "Whens the last time?"
Nate scratches the back of his head. "Last week I think."
No, no. Not answering the right question, Nate. "Not by a girl."
He gasps and turns a light pink. "God, Brent! How- well. I-" he sighs. "A long
time ago. How did you even know about that?"
Besides the fact that he's clearly obvious? It's written all over his face. Or
it was, rather.
"It doesn't matter. I'm so fucking horny." The blonde touches Nate's face,
making him back up a bit.
"Wait, man. I...I'm just not feeling it right now."
Brent pouts his lips and grabs the front of his friends pants. "I can change
Nate doesn't know what to do. The truth is, he hasn't been fucked in over a year.
Yeah, he's messed around with guys over the months. Never full out sex. But he
knows that's what Brent wants. He's not going to settle with a cheap hand job or
anything. His thoughts are temporarily interrupted with a gasp when he feels
himself react to his friends touch.
"C-Come on, Brent. Don't. I...I don't want to."
The tiny little factor of Brent being his best friend and band mate? Yeah, that
is a problem for Nate. It will be weird.
He's known this guy for over 5 years and now? What are they doing? Nate puts his
hand over Brent's, trying to pry it away.
"Don't fight me, Nate. You're hard and ready," he whispers. "...and so am I."
Brent acts fast and pulls the romance card for a second, tilting his chin and
crashing his lips to Nate's. Brent and Nate always kiss. Every kind of kiss
imaginable. Soft, slow, hungry, desperate, short, long, wet, quick; you name it.
But this one...it's a lusty kiss. More than desperation. It's flat out NEED.
Brent needs Nate.
In the process of the kiss Brent takes off Nate's shirt and after he unzips the
younger boys pants. Nate immediately turns his head out of the kiss. "Brent,
please, no..." he begs with fear laced in his request.
It doesn't effect Brent, unfortunately for Nate. "Nate don't be difficult. You
have no idea how bad I wanna fuck you." he says, tugging Nate's pants fully down.
Brent takes off his own shirt, attacking Nate's neck with his teeth. "You really
gonna do this to me, Brent?" Nate asks, sensually sliding his fingers up Brent's
The older man bites down on the youngers' flesh. "Yeah." he breathes against it.
His words make Nate angry. He doesn't want to be forced into sex. Even though
everything seems okay now, in a few moments everything will change. Brent will
be inside of him without his permission.
The last person to ever be inside him was his boyfriend James. Nate had really
loved James. He's not the type to just go out and fuck anyone.
Alright, okay that's a lie. He would have sex with random girls but girls are
With guys...Nate would never give himself to a guy he didn't love.
Brent...Nate loves Brent sure. As a best friend. Not a lover. And as much as
he's against what's happening? It is. And there's nothing he can do.
Within seconds Brent is down to his boxers, his lips still roaming around Nate's
half naked body. "You're so sexy, Nate. Can't wait to fuck you."
Nate curses himself for staying hard this whole entire time, but it's not his
fault. When someone has their lips on your skin and their hand wrapped around
your dick, you can't exactly help it.
Brent tugs at Nate's boxers and pushes him down on his hands and knees.
Nate feels like crying. Honestly. If he had a choice he would at least pick a
bunk, or possibly the couch. Not the floor. It's degrading and he doesn't like
it. But of course Brent's going to take him like a dog, that's his only way.
"Fuck you, Brent." Nate says with full meaning.
"Don't worry, I will."
Brent has the decency to suck on his fingers and slowly but surely prepare his
friend. His motive is to get off, not tear Nate apart. "You're tight."
Nate feels like puking. "Shut up."
Brent gets smart and twists the two fingers, causing Nate to yelp in pleasure.
Nate hates Brent right about now. He hates himself even more, though.
Brent slips his fingers out, spits on his hands and coats himself generously.
The younger mans nails scrape at the rug while he's being entered. Brent is
taking his year virginity and part of his dignity as well, and nothing has ever
felt worse. Brent lets out a sigh of relief and settles himself. Both his hands
run up and down Nate's smooth back, squeezing a bit at his neck, helping him
"Are you okay?" It isn't like Brent cares. He just doesn't want Nate to cry.
Screaming and begging is different. Crying? Crying just makes him feel bad.
"No, but you're going to fuck me anyway. So go ahead."
"Good boy." Brent whispers, pulling almost all the way out and shoving himself
all the way back in. "Fuck you are really tight. It almost hurts me."
Nate tries hard to ignore Brent's comments. Nate's body is torn between two
emotions. Heart and mind. His heart is crying inside, feels degraded and cheated.
But his mind? His mind wants to scream and moan and play along. His mind is
winning by the way. Because even though nobody is touching his cock, it's
"Y-Yeah?" he questions, gaining more strength in his arms. "I'm so tight I'm
hurting you? Then make it hurt. Fuck my tight ass."
Brent has no choice but to gasp and ram his cock deeper into his friend. He
never expected Nate to react this way but who the fuck is complaining? It's so
hot he think he can come right now. But he won't. He wants this to last so long
it's painful for the both of them.
"You feel so fucking good, Nate. Swear to god I can come right this second. But
I'm not. So don't you dare come until I say so."
There it is. The power Bert was looking for. The authority to tell Nate what to
do. Somehow and some way, it makes him harder.
"Mmm. Fuck. Fuck me. I won't come; just fuck me harder." Nate pleads, back
becoming sweaty, arms becoming numb.
"That what you want?" Brent grunts, thrusting in harder and pulling Nate's hair.
Damn Nate's hair for being this long. Brent pulls it so his head is by his
shoulder. It's such an intricate position. Nate's back is arched to the fullest,
his chest and stomach gleaming with a sheet of sweat; it's seriously amazing.
"You want it rough?" Brent doesn't exactly wait for an answer. He pushes Nate
down so he's flat on the ground, head and arms pressed into the rug. The older
man shoves himself so far into Nate that Nate screams. "Fucking scream for me,
mmm fuck yeah." The sound of their bodies clashing is so loud that he's sure
people on the outside can hear it, and the bus is most likely shaking.
"Nate, I can't...I CAN'T!" Nate moans feeling himself get closer and closer to
"No, no nonono no. Don't come now, Brent. I fucking need you."
"Fuck you, Nate I'm gonna come..."
"Don't, baby, don't god. Fucking please..."
Brent smirks and covers Nate's pretty mouth, hearing him grunt and pant and moan.
He keeps one hand on his mouth and the other snakes down his stomach, all the
way down to his throbbing cock, gently stroking the length of it. He has to slow
down or else he'll come. He needs to come so bad it hurts but he's not giving up
his power just yet. He wants to make Nate suffer a little first. With very slow
thrusts inside of him, comes slow strokes to his dick. Nate whines behind
Brent's hand. "Yeah, baby..." Brent purrs, sliding his pointer up to the tip of
him, feeling his precome. "You want to come, don't you?" Nate nods, silently. "Really
bad?" Again, the younger boy nods, chest puffing out and than in as his breath
"You're. Going. To. Come. All. By. You're. Fucking. SELF." Brent grunts with
each short thrust, letting go of Nate's neglected cock.
He moves faster and harder, creating a more intense feeling in the pit of his
stomach. He closes his eyes; enjoying the muffled sounds coming from the man
beneath him. Bert pounds Nate's prostate as hard and fast as he can, letting his
hand go as soon as Nate screams his name while he comes without being touched at
all. It just turns Bert on so much more. His hands grip at Quinn's sides hard
enough to leave bruises. "Fuck yes, Nate oh fuckinggodI'mcoming." Brent rides
out his orgasm for as long as he can, collapsing on top of the spent man.
Nate can't seem to catch his breath at all.
Brent rolls over and out of his friend, laying on his back, head turned towards
Nate. "That. is not going to be. The last time." Brent pants.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Nate dares to ask.
Brent smiles and strokes Nate's cheek. "You, Nate. Are going to be my sex kitten."
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