Band Oneshots

saying what you're thinking (Steven Tyler x Joe Perry)smut

"No no NO!" Steven shouted, hands on his hips that sassy tone in his voice. "Watching The purge is one of the worst ideas that you've ever had Perry. Especially because it's NIGHT FUCKING TIME!" "Oh, fuck off, Steven it's not that bad it's only a movie." Joe laughed whilst he rolled his eyes, grabbing the frightened singer by the hand and leading him to the couch full of fluffy blankets and huge pillows.

"It's not scary." "OH ISN'T IT JOE!! YES, IT IS, IT'S A FUCKING HORROR MOVIE!" The older man whined, flailing his arms and trying to squirm away from Joe's grasp. "The others watched it and, guess what? Tom fucking cried!" Joe snorted and plopped on the couch. "Tom always cries at horror movies though." He retorted, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV. The screen lit up the dark room, setting an eerie glow on Joe's face.

Joe squinted his eyes a little, mouth pressed into a straight line, eyebrows furrowed together, glaring at Steven with a serious face to set the tone. "Alright then, you don't have to watch the movie if you don't wanna Stevie." Joe said, making his voice deeper than it was.

He watched as relief flooded on Steven's worried and scared face. "You can go and sit in your room or even go to sleep if Ya want, just go and chill out in your bedroom... in the dark... all alone." "Oh, hell fucking no!!" Steven yelped, a mental image filling his head of him sitting in the dark by himself.

He leaped onto the couch and sat next to Joe, pulling a pile of fluffy blankets over him. "Hmm see that's what I thought." The guitarist smirked, clicking 'watch' and burrowing under a blanket himself as the movie began.

Half about way through the movie, Joe curiously looked over at Steven. The man only had his eyes above the covers, shuddering every time someone in a creepy mask would show up. He turned back to the screen.

Joe almost had a heart attack when he felt something warm press against his lap. He looked down and saw his singer curled up in his lap, pressing against him and wiggling his cute little ass to get comfy. What the singer didn't know, was that his ass was grinding against Joe's dick.

The younger man bit his lip to keep from groaning out loud. He tried his hardest to focus on the movie, he really did, but the pressure on his dick was too much. He checked to see how long was left of the movie huffed when he saw that they were only just over halfway.

Well, this was going to be the longest 35 minutes of his life Joe thought to himself.

~Time skip to end of movie brought to you by Izzy Stradlin's "No"~

"Oh, Joe that was actually really good I kinda liked it!" Steven grinned as the two watched the credits roll on the screen, still a little shook from the movie. "Also, Joe? I know you have a boner."

Joe choked on thin air, face red and flushed as he tried to keep his eyes on the tv screen, mouth wide open in shock. Steven turned around so he was straddling the man and leaned in close to his ear. "Ya know it was kinda obvious because it was grinding up against my ass for most of the movie Joey." The singer pulled back, smirking at the flabbergasted man and chuckled.

"I bet you've imagined your cock in my ass, huh? Imagined how good it'd feel yeah." "S-Steven, what are y-you trying t-to say?" Joe gulped, completely stunned yet incredibly turned on by his friend's words. "I'm just saying what you're thinking Joe." Steven said in a hushed voice with a smirk on his face as he gently stroked Joe's face with a painted fingernail.

"I know you want me, Joe. I've seen the way you look at me all the time on and off stage. I guarantee you've gotten off to the thought of me, hm?" Joe was at a loss for words. He was so hard, but also very embarrassed. How did he know?

"Was it th-that obvious?" Joe cracked a sly grin, shrugging his shoulder a little, suddenly feeling very small and exposed.

"Yeah, now are you gonna let me help you out or not?" Steven raised an eyebrow, cocking his head slightly and puffing out his bottom lip. He looked so innocent, but Joe knows otherwise he knows Steven was so far from innocent.

Joe felt the man's fingers dance up and down his tattooed arm. "W-What are you gonna do, S-steven?" Joe manged to stutter out, burning up under the dark chocolate eyed man's lustful gaze.

His heart sped up with nervousness and excitement. "I'm gonna ride that thick cock of yours, Joey." Steven hummed, dragging his nails down to Joe's belt and undoing it slowly.

"Gonna bounce up 'n down on you. Wouldn't you like that?" Joe didn't say anything not trusting his own voice.  "Answer me, you little bitch!" Steven shouted, slapping Joe's thigh, dangerously close to his throbbing cock. "O-Oh, fuck god, yes! Fuck, please!" Joe moaned, throwing his head back against the old grey couch.

Steven smiled, stroking the guitarists stinging thigh. "Good boy. Very good boy." Stevn praised, causing Joe's heart to flutter and his eyelids to droop in pleasure. Stevn stood up, stripping his pants and underwear to the ground and tossing his shirt to the side. Joe did the same.

The younger man eyed his friend's bare body thoughtfully, licking his lips as he eyed fucked him with no shame. Steven did the same, taking in every square inch of Joe's naked body. He abruptly leaped on the man, hovering his ass over the man's dick. "No prepping?" Joe asked, cringing at how painful it was about to feel for the older man.

Steven just clucked his tongue, shaking his head. "We both know you'd like a tight ass around your throbbing dick, Joe don't we." Steven smirked, his words pooling into Joe's mind, turning his face beet red.

"I know what a little slut you are baby boy." Steven adjusted, slowly setting himself onto Joe's cock, crying out once the head was fully in.

"Oh fuck!" He shouted, tossing his head back and clenching his teeth as he lowered himself some more, fully taking in the big cock. "You feel s-so fucking good, angel." Joe was gasping, the feeling of Steven's ass, squeezing and pulsing around him felt so fucking good. It was so much better than his fantasies.  

Steven, now used to the stretched feeling, started bouncing up and down, ass jiggling as he rode his guitarists cock. "Yesss." He hissed, grabbing onto Joe's shoulders for support as he stood up, then sat down with a squelch. "Fucking shit, Joe! Baby boy, so fucking good. You're doing so fucking good angel."

All Joe could do was whine at the nicknames, thrusting up to meet Steven's bounces halfway.

"Such a good slut. My little whore." Steven gasped, dirty things spewing out of his mouth and straight into Joe's ear as he bounced violently up and down, caressing the man's face softly, sweat dripping down both of their faces and bodies. "S-Steven!" Joe cried, closing his eyes as his orgasm stirred in the pit of his stomach.

"I-I needa, I gotta... gotta cum, please... let cum please!"  "I know, I know. So close, angel. Good boy, your being such a good boy." Steven panted, slamming himself down hard, Joe's dick hitting his prostate.

"Cum for me, angel!" Joe obeyed with a loud cry, biting his lip so hard he draw blood as he spilled his load into Steven ass with long spurts, filling the man up to the brim.

They both collapsed in a sweaty, gross mess. Steven cuddled up on Joe, laying his head on the man's chest and sighed contently. "You did amazing, Joe." Steven purred, nuzzling up into the crook of Joe's neck.

"Such a good boy you did so good angel." This was so much better than his fantasies Joe thought to himself.