Ross was laying in his bed, scrolling through Twitter, reading the comments fans and some not-so-fans had posted about him and the band. Some made him almost die of laughter, while others simply hurt. He tried to think not much of it, and continued to go through them. He came across one that somewhat weirded him out, but the idea wasn't totally foreign.
[@ RossR5 u should just fuck riker already ha]
While this had crossed his mind once or twice in the past few years, He knew it was wrong and should NOT act on it. Riker never showed any interest either. But at this point in Ross's thought process, he had come across a rising issue: literally. He looked down at his pants as a bulge started to form. Was this because of his brother? He didn't care who it was from, but there was only one way to get rid of it.
He quickly unzipped his pants and pulled off his pants and underwear. He grabbed is further hardening cock and started to move his hand up and down the shaft. He pressed his thumb onto the head of his dick and could feel the pleasure surging throughout his body. "Fuck, Riker." he said entirely too loud, but it didn't matter. Nobody was home. He grabbed his balls with his left hand as he continued to beat on his dick with the right. Every so often he'd let Riker's name slip through his lips, cursing his tongue each time.
He heard a creak in his door, but let it be. He was about to cum when he glanced over to see Riker staring at him through the door, palming his clothed clock.
"Riker! I just.."
"Sh... Baby, I know what you were doing." Riker replied as he walked in, and closed the door behind him
