But I'm Almost There

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He was frozen in place, gaze fixed on the near grotesque sight; Robert and Simon together on the bed, naked. Simon penetrating Robert with deep, fast thrusts. Robert lying back, lipstick smudged across his face and legs spread wide, letting out a constant stream of whimpers and guttural moans. In the midst of this, the pair stared deep into each others eyes, lips occasionally catching each other in a sloppy kiss. The rhythm was broken when after a particularly deep thrust, Robert uncontrollably threw his head back, eyes closed and moaned his lovers name— loud, feminine and shameless. The pure filth in the singers voice made Lol's stomach churn; but to be fair, the massive amount he'd been drinking all night didnt help either.

It wasn't like this was completely unexpected. Of course he had suspected there was something going on between Robert and Simon; who hadn't! He wasn't completely stupid; none of the band were. It was basically an open secret among the rest of the band. He had heard the mumbling and faint thumping through the wall on tour, which would become the topic of many late night conversations between him and Pearl. Parties the band went to would always amount to them disappearing together into the bathrooms or out 'to smoke', until shamefully they would slink back in, disheveled and breathless with some flimsy excuse for their absence.

But this was so completely different. Its not like Lol came back to his hotel room that night with the desire to see two panting, writhing bodies. two panting, writhing MALE bodies (those men in question being his two bandmates) hunched on a hotel bed, shagging each others brains out. It wasn't his fault that he couldn't bring himself to interrupt them. who could blame him, where would he even begin! But there was one more thing stopping him as shamefully Lol would be lying if he said he wasnt hard.

He took a deep breath, in hazy disbelief of what he was about to do. Without letting his gaze slip from the bed, Lol slid a hand down to press against his cock over his trousers. Palm on denim, firmly against his aching hard-on. Silently sucking in a breath as he began to rub himself. The scene was slowly becoming messy. With grappling hands and rhythmless thrusts. Robert's voice now growing more strained and breathy. Lol choked back a grunt. Both men were likely nearing their finish so he would have to be fast if he wanted to get out of there without the two lovers noticing him.

'Harder please' and a resounding, wanton moan filled the air. The room smelled of sex. So humid and lustful, it was almost dizzying. Lol flushed deeper, the heat rang in his ears. 'Si I'm close' these words filled Lol with shameful heat but he supposed he was past the point of no return. His voyeuristic position made his stomach drop with guilt and his thighs weak with heat. In response to those words Simon sat up and shoved Robert's legs up to rest on his shoulders, almost catching a glimpse of Lol in the process. that has to hurt right, all of this has to hurt! how can a grown man take a cock up his ass like that then go back to normal the next day lol thought, but apparently it didn't phase the man, since this prompted a gloriously whorish cry to erupt from Robert and a throaty moan from Simon. The room seemed to swirl around Lol in a sweaty blur of slapping skin and filthy words. Hand frozen, pressed hard against his cock but too scared to touch himself any longer. Frozen in fear, mind plagued with drunkness and confusing arousal burning through him, he closed his eyes.

'Oh Rob' Simon cooed  'Look at the mess you've made of yourself'' Lol took a step back. This filthy teasing. He had stayed too long, seen too much. It was all so bloody intimate 'In me Si! Inside please!' The floor swayed beneath him. One last deep grunt from the damn bassist and he leaned back against the door, not facing them anymore. There was faint mumbling, a sweet giggle, then through his ringing ears Lol picked out Simon's voice once again, still slightly out of breath 'Hang on, I'll check the suitcase'. It had now, finally, dawned on Lol that this was in fact not his own room and his friends hadn't been the ones to make the sinful mistake. It was all on him.

Lol waited through his bandmates pillow talk until soft snores assured him it was safe to slip out of the door and across the hallway. But, as he fumbled for his keys it dawned on him that he was still painfully hard. Too drunk, exhausted and shocked to 'calm himself'' before entering his own shared room he thought— well this should be fun to explain to Pearl.