#aarick

The night was alive with music and flashing lights, packed-in sweaty bodies shuffling around together; all trying to squeeze into one place. Thankfully for Aaron, he wasn't amongst them. He was stood over at the side of the stage, as the guitarist's plus one, with about five other people. In a place like this, the VIP area wasn't anything fancy. It just meant you got to stand behind the speaker where you were guaranteed not to get smacked in the face by some careless drunk woman trying to dance, or get your clothes stained from people spilling their drinks down you.

Either way, Rick adored the place. It'd been around since before he was born and he'd grown up watching bands there with his Dad, then during his teenage years he'd hang around with senior guys who made him fake IDs and snuck him drinks. He'd had his first kiss here, his first concert, his first cigarette. It might've been a bit of a dive to the average passing tourist, but to Rick and many others in the town's local music scene, it was home.

Aaron, on the other hand, was a foreigner amongst everyone else. He stood beside the band member's girlfriends and brothers who'd also came to know this place like the back of their hands, trying to blend in while wearing a formal checkered shirt surrounded by folks in leather and lace with hair backcombed to the sky.

Despite how awkward he might've felt, underneath it all he was overjoyed that Rick had finally asked him to go out somewhere with him. He'd been itching to get out of the house to somewhere other than work lately, and he'd especially been wanting to spend time with him, but work and his other commitments often got in the way.

Not tonight, though. Because tonight, Rick had pulled up at his place at quarter past eight in denim and an old jacket, throwing rocks at his window and insisting he came out to watch him play. This was the only reliable way to get Aaron to say yes to going out these days. Approach him days or weeks in advance and you'll be met with "sorry, I have to work" or "I can't, I have to be somewhere that night". Rick knew how to get his attention better than most people. Show up last minute while he's doing nothing, guilt trip him, then you've scored.

So, it was fifteen minutes of waiting before Aaron was in his car; wearing whatever he had in his drawer and combing his hair in the rear view mirror. Rick didn't care how he looked, though. He just wanted to take Aaron out for the night.

The set went by pretty quickly. Every song was one Aaron recognized. He had tapes and tapes of songs Rick had given him, and by now it'd gotten to the point where there wasn't one he didn't know.

Rick came striding over once his guitar was out of his hands, towelling off his sweat-slicked hair with a grin. Aaron met him with a shy smile.

"You look a little out of your element. I kept looking over to check on you." He observed, nudging Aaron with his shoulder.

"No! Not at all." He was quick to lie, trying to assure Rick - and himself - that he was having a good time. Rick didn't look convinced. "Alright, well, maybe. Everyone here's cooler than me, that's all. You notice that?"

As if on cue, a guy covered in tattoos and chains squeezed past them to shake the drummer's hand, meanwhile another band member was making out with his girlfriend up against the speaker. Rick snickered.

"Yeah, I did." He shrugged. "But a lot of 'em aren't as cool as they seem. They just dress up like they are. Most of the guys out there tonight are just you in rock shirts with longer hair."

Aaron scoffed. "Oh, I'm sure!" He rolled his eyes, not falling for it. But then Rick was leading him off the stage and to the back, and he soon forgot what they were talking about as he felt his hand firmly on the small of his back.

"You wanna head over to the bar?" He asked, throwing his sweat towel at a couch they passed and giving him a soft smile.

Aaron raised an eyebrow. "If you're paying for the drinks." He joked, but Rick was already finding his wallet in his back pocket.

"Course. You're the date after all." He teased. Aaron went bright red.

By the time they'd got to the bar, Aaron was much less tense than he had been standing at the front watching Rick play. He leaned against it and tried to look like he wasn't being taken out by the man beside him in front of all the rockers, but Rick was making that difficult. He paid for his drinks quite openly, had his arm around him for the better half of the night, and three or four shots in, he started leaning in to whisper dirty things; making it blatantly obvious with the way his lips pressed up against his ear and his hand caressed his inner thigh.

Aaron was drunk too, but not enough to shake off his self-consciousness. When people began to stare, he slid off the stool and pulled Rick up with him - heading out of the room and scanning the place for somewhere relatively private.

"Where are we goin'?" Rick asked him, raising an eyebrow curiously. "You don't even know your way around the place-"

"Looking for somewhere to fuck you." Aaron replied bluntly, firm and confident; something he couldn't be in a packed bar with everyone's eyes on them. Rick giggled.

"Yeah?" He asked, pulling him into a photobooth that was tucked into a corner by some vending machines. "C'mere then."

Aaron looked at him like he was crazy. "We're not doing it here, Rick. What if someone comes over and pulls the curtain back?" There was an air of amusement underneath the front of annoyance he was trying to keep up. Rick looked at him through a lens smeared with alcohol and lust, completely unaffected by Aaron's caution. This was not the look of a man who was reconsidering.

"Don't care. I'm desperate enough."

He pulled Aaron against him until he was pressed between him and the back wall of the booth, kissing him messily but full of passion and need. Aaron shook his head for all of about a second before melting into his advances and holding him by the waist.

"Drunk, is what you are." Aaron mumbled between kisses, but continued to crash their lips together over and over, until Rick's hands were grabbing his ass and his whiskey-slicked tongue was sliding into his mouth. "And a mess..."

"Yeah, I am." Rick sighed against his lips, humming contently as they grew breathless over the heated kissing. Hands wandered, and before long Aaron's shirt was unbuttoned and his fly was undone.

Rick guided him down until he was perched on the seat, kissing down his bare chest and making Aaron grin as he watched him go down. Once he was kneeling, he hesitated; batting two sparkling blue eyes up at him as he tested his patience by slowly rubbing his face against his bulge.

"Go on," Aaron encouraged, fingers carding through his hair and breath catching in his throat.

Rick smirked. "Say please."

Aaron laughed, cupping the side of Rick's face. "Pretty please?" He whispered, leaning down as Rick kneeled up. They met one another's lips for a brief, affectionate kiss, then Rick got to work; taking Aaron's dick out of his pants and lowering his head until his lips wrapped around the tip. He sucked it well, hand working up and down and causing a soft 'goddamn' to slip out of him.

To anyone passing by, it was certainly a suspicious setting. Aaron's moans only grew louder as Rick's mouth sank further down, then Rick was gagging on it, and paired with the view under the half-curtain of one man on his knees and another seated before him, it couldn't be more obvious what was going on. Neither of the two were present enough to consider this anymore, not when one was caught up in a rush of pleasure and the other was focused on keeping it that way.

Aaron's muscles flexed as he gripped the edge of the seat with one hand and pushed Rick's head down with the other, making him take it further and further back. He held him down for a moment just to watch his eyes go wide and his fingers tighten on his thighs.

"What a pretty face," He mused, grinning. He let Rick back up for air and patted his lap. "Come sit here for me."

After he'd finished coughing up saliva, he eagerly obeyed Aaron's command and moved to sit in his lap, turning his head to kiss him some more. Aaron palmed him through his jeans as their lips locked, feeling him get harder under his hand. Rick was moaning shamelessly at the contact. He let out pretty sighs of contentment as his boss gave him some friction to work with, panting against his ear.

"Lube?" Aaron asked, before Rick could get ahead of himself.

Rick's half-lidded eyes opened up again, coming back to reality for a moment to reach into his pocket. He pulled out a couple coins he'd found on the ground, some vaseline for his lips and his car keys. "Bingo." He smirked, handing Aaron the vaseline. He took it and got busy unbuttoning Rick's pants, pushing them down around his ankles, while Rick tossed his keys at the ground by his feet and held up a coin. "Dime for four photos?" He asked smugly, holding the coin between his fingers. Aaron laughed, lubing himself up with vaseline and nodding.

"Sure, stick it in."

Rick lifted up enough to give Aaron access. "You first." He teased, watching him over his shoulder.

Aaron snickered, but obliged. He guided himself in slowly, drawing a low groan from Rick, and pulled him back down into his lap; arms wrapping around his middle and holding him close while he slotted the coin into the machine.

The camera flashed five seconds later, then again three times over. The first one was a little blurry, Rick's eyes half-squinted from the flash, but the others turned out well. Aaron held his hips a little tighter and began to fuck him midway through, so by the fourth photo he was biting his lip, looking all flustered and blissed-out. Aaron was definitely pocketing that one for later use.

"So tight," He observed, looking down at his ass in his lap. He was bucking up into him at a finishing pace already, going fast to minimize the risk of being caught. The shorter the stay, the higher their chances of getting away with it. That was his logic, anyway.

"You're so fucking rough," Rick hissed, gritting his teeth. "S-slow down..."

He wasn't used to getting fucked like this. Aaron was usually a gentle lover; sweet, soft, romantic. Admittedly, though, somewhere deep down it turned him on. After years of princess treatment, getting fucked like a cheap whore in somewhere as gritty as The Station was a nice change of pace. It was just his body that was protesting against the sudden roughness.

Aaron grumbled, but listened when he asked him. "Can't help it," He hummed. "Need it real bad."

He let Rick take over then, allowing him to ride him at his own pace while he pressed kisses to his shoulder and dragged his fingernails over his skin. As he was holding him, Rick took one of his hands and placed the other coin in it firmly.

"Get some more photos while y'can." He breathed, and Aaron knew better than to say no to him.

The coin slid in and Rick soon began to build up to the speed he was at before when Aaron was controlling the pace, now much better adjusted after slowing things down first. He sat back a little so that the camera had a good view, and as he did, Aaron's dick brushed his prostate perfectly. He melted immediately, hands either side of the camera to hold himself up on the wall, and Aaron stood up behind him to take control again.

The pictures were more erotic than any porn magazines Aaron had seen before. When they printed, his heart skipped a beat. His gaze never left them as they hung out of the slot. The sight of Rick's sex face and himself fucking him in the background was too much for his senses to handle.

"R-Rick," He gasped, hanging on by a thread. "Gonna cum in you, baby."

The photobooth shook, and the whole area filled with moans and whines. Aaron couldn't of waited a second longer if he tried. His cock pulsed inside of Rick, filling him up until it was dripping out around him while he was still inside. He let out a breath of relief and sunk down into the seat behind him, pulling Rick on top of him.

Rick was sweating again already. He got a second to relax, enjoying the comfort of Aaron's lap, before tensing again as fingers curled around his shaft from behind; stroking him quick and dirty.

"Look at the photos." Aaron whispered, chin against Rick's shoulder. "See how hot you look?"

Rick did, and he didn't regret it. A hot rush of pleasure rippled through him at the sight, cock twitching in his employer's hand as he grew closer to his orgasm. Aaron could feel it happening, and he aimed his tip at the lens. "That's it," He praised. "Good, huh?"

He nodded, shooting cum all over the wall and managing to splash a little on the camera. "Fuck! Aaron-" He choked out, chasing the feeling until it faded to nothing.

The pair of them sat breathless and still in the booth now, with Rick starting to laugh softly to himself. Aaron noticed and held him closer, kissing his cheek over and over until he turned his head and met his lips.

"We're so dirty," He chuckled.

Aaron agreed with a hum, too caught up in kissing him to answer. When their lips grew tired, they stilled again, holding one another in the dim photobooth and soaking in the moment.

"Excuse me." A voice came from outside of the booth, shattering the peace. The two of them froze and glanced at the curtain.

Aaron was the first to clear his throat, schooling his voice to try and sound anything like a man who hadn't just fucked a guy in a photobooth. "Yes?"

The staff member wasn't at all convinced. He could see Rick's pants were around his ankles. He lowered his voice after a moment and cleared his throat.