#wrightmour

The pianist walks over and sits next to his bandmate. There’s some stress within David, Rick knows this. He places his hand on David’s shoulder, gently massaging him. The guitarist begins to melt into his bandmate’s touch. It felt like the stress was beginning to finally leave now that Rick was finally near.

“I could see you looking at me.” Rick whispers. “Are you feeling needy then?”

David blushes, but he doesn’t give a reply right away. Instead he turns away, looking at the ground. He doesn’t want to give Rick the satisfaction of knowing he’s been fantasizing about this all week. Rick already can pick up on the vibes, and he leans in closer. His cigarette now ashed out and his hair out of his face, Rick leans in and kisses David.

“You don’t have to worry,” he whispers to David. “Nobody will find out.”

David allows his bandmate to push him onto the sofa, spreading his legs. It felt good to have someone take control of the situation for once, David thinks to himself. It felt good not to have to consider every word or every move or even the way he might see things. It’s not like with Roger where he sometimes has to walk on eggshells. No, with Rick, it’s like allowing himself pure peace.

“You look adorable like this, David.”

He starts by kissing his neck, working his way down as he removes David’s shirt. Usually, the tables are turned and David takes control when they hook up, but Rick is certainly enjoying himself today.

“Ah! Fuck!” David grunts as Rick nips at David’s chest.

“Hush, you don’t want to get caught do you?”

David’s eyes close as Rick continues to press kisses down his chest and onto his lower abdomen. The sensations feel almost too good to be true. The soft feeling of the man he adores covering him in kisses was enough to put David into an almost trance-like state of being.

As Rick’s nimble fingers toy with the waistband of David’s jeans, David finally opens his eyes once more and looks into the bedroom eyes of his bandmate. Rick looks like something off the cover of a romance novel; his hair long and shaggy, his eyes dark with lust and his mouth curved into a sultry smirk.

“Already this hard, hm?” Rick teases him, enjoying the sounds that David makes when he palms at the guitarist’s bulge.

“Can you blame me?”

Rick laughs before tugging off the faded jeans. His eyes widen when he realizes that David had foregone underwear for the day. Bobbing free from the denim confines, David’s cock slaps his abdomen and leaks even more precum. Rick licks his lips, his eyes checking out every inch of the man under him.

“You sure were pent up then, yeah?”

David blushes. “It’s my laundry day, alright? I forgot…”

Another laugh from the pianist. This certainly was too cute in its own right. Rick was eating this up, every little second of having David under him and reeling for even more pleasure. He wraps his fingers around David’s throbbing cock, stroking it slowly to tease him.

“I don’t mind. I certainly enjoy you like this.” Rick comments before he leans in to kiss David.

The only sounds in the room are the sloppy noises of Rick jerking off David and their heated kisses. Their tongues tangle together, allowing each other to truly taste one another. Rick’s hand moves at a slow but eager pace. David’s hips pump in time, but soon he feels the tightening in his balls.

“Wait…” he pants. Rick stops his movements.

“Do you want more?” Rick asks, smearing some precum with his thumb.

“Want you…inside…”

Rick smirks and begins to undress. David gets an eyeful. Rick looks fit, his chest toned and with the sprinkling of body hair, it certainly turns David on. He can’t keep his eyes off the older man, just enjoying how Rick strips just for him.

“You’re asking for it, aren’t you?” Rick says as he places himself between David’s legs.

“I’ve been basically begging you with my eyes since we got into the studio.”

Rick grins, “You’re not the only one giving ‘fuck me’ eyes. I have been giving you some looks too.”

The pianist spreads David’s legs even more, his fingers toying with the puckered hole as he teases his cock. David gasps as Rick’s fingers penetrate him, the feeling of being filled was making his cock throb. Rick watches carefully for any signs of discomfort or pain, but when he sees the way David seems to be almost melting into this, he continues.

“Oh fuck,” the guitarist moans.

“You like this, don’t you?”

Rick continues to pump his fingers into David, scissoring them slightly to open him up just a little more. He leans in to capture David’s lips with his, his tongue sliding into the guitarists’ mouth. They almost seem to melt together as the pleasure steadily grows. But it’s not enough for the both of them, they need to be even more connected.

Rick pulls his fingers from David’s hole, and then he presses the tip of his cock there instead. David looks at him from his position on the couch; his look almost silently pleading for the pianist to just finally penetrate him. Inch by inch, Rick slides into David. Both of them are panting and moaning, trying their best to be as quiet as they can be.

“Fuck,” Rick pants. “You’re…you’re so warm.”

David reaches out to pull Rick even closer, kissing him deeply. Though they don’t say it out loud, they both love each other deeply. Through each action and each movement, their love for one another grows. Rick moves his hips, reaching that sweet spot deep inside of David.

When they climax, it’s almost simultaneous. The pent up feelings seem to bubble up and hit them hard, both of them just crying out one another’s name. They are left panting and smiling, kissing tenderly as the high begins to subside.

“I’ll always take good care of you,” Rick says softly.