A Fragile Thing

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  Coming back to Strasbourg was never easy. Although it had been so long since that dreadful night in 1982, Robert couldnt help the emotions the city would unearth in him. Over the years it seemed to get easier, the sore spot that night left within him healing over time. But after this last year, Simons departure, and eventual return to the band it made it harder than ever to face that city.

Simon seemed to notice Roberts attitude. Not angry, not anymore, but soft. Melancholic almost. Stuck in his mind. He was quieter than normal at the soundcheck. All wrapped up in his memories, his fears of something severing that bond between him and Simon for good. But back at the hotel, Simon knew just how to bring him back to the present.

'Lay on your front for me love' Simon whispered so tenderly Robert could have sobbed. Sex these days often felt that way; tender, slower, more passionate. When their tongues brushed through each others mouths, the way Simon had slipped Robert out of his cardigan, each slip of a button through wool thickening the tension between them. When Simon urged him towards the bed and undressed him, tediously slow. As though Robert would shatter at his touch. It was so gentle but steeped in meaning. It made him swoon in pure arousal. He maneuvered himself onto his stomach. Hard cock pressing against the mattress, ass up in the air. He spread his legs just enough to allow Simon to sit between them and used his knees to prop his his backside up. just how Simon liked it. It was easiest for both of them this way. He felt Simons hands spreading his cheeks apart and hot breath on his lower back. 'Good boy' he muttered.

Robert arched his back in response and let out a slight sigh. Lips grazed down his skin, pressing soft kisses along the way. Simon nipped just at his inner thigh and Robert buried his face in the mattress, letting out a breathy, high moan. God he had missed this. after two long years of isolation, this tour proved one thing to Robert and Simon. Old habits die hard. Even now, neither of them could resist a night of ravaging each other in a foreign bed.

Simons mouth was right at his entrance now, sucking gently on the soft skin around it. Robert shoved his hips back towards him in desperation. 'Please Simon I need you' his voice was breathy and delicate. Stripped of dignity. Stripped of all he showed to the world. Robert was tangled in hotel bedsheets, fragile and submissive. His legs were shaking and he had Simon right behind him, ready to dominate robert completely. A scene the two of them were ever so familiar with. Their routine made the pressures of touring feel so far away. As though the rest of the world disappeared the second they shut the hotel door behind them.

  Finally, Simon caved in. He traced his tongue around the tight ring of muscle that laid before him. Rimming robert agonisingly slow. Robert cooed softly into the mattress, focusing solely on the pleasure, bordering on overstimulation. Simon thrust his tongue into the pliant figures hole. 'Oouugh Sii' Robert whined. The sensation was deliciously sinful. He leaked at the tip when Simon moaned into his flesh. It practically made Robert melt into the bedsheets. He grabbed a pillow and held it in his arms, burrowing his face into the linen in an attempt to not lose control completely. Simon continued to lick into his asshole, the tip of his tongue lightly brushing against Roberts prostate. Just often enough to keep him on the edge of orgasm yet he craved more. He writhed his hips in attempt to get Simon even closer. Unable to think beyond his aching arousal. Simon in return grabbed robert by the sides of his thighs. Digging in his fingers so Robert would surely be left with bruises in the hours after. To remind him of this very moment as he stood onstage. 'Please Sim- oh— i need— right there! Ohhhhhhhhh' Right there was where Robert lost control.

  He was gone now. There was nothing more than this world of heady arousal and looming orgasm left in Roberts mind. He ground his throbbing cock into the mattress in time with Simons thrusts of his tongue. Moaning louder. Simon always did this to him. Simon always brought him to this state. Ultimate submission. He couldnt bare it anymore. Not when Simon was pushing his tongue deeper, directly onto his prostate. Sending him into oblivion. He screwed his eyes shut and let himself go; letting out a glorious whine from the back of his throat. Falling into a drawn out, ears ringing, orgasm that felt as though it could last for the rest of the evening, through the night, into the morning and follow him onto the tour bus.

  'Simon' Roberts words tangled in his mouth. He grappled behind him. Hands searching for something to hold onto. Robert felt himself being pushed onto his back. His body was too weak to protest so he complied. 'Simon' it was as though Robert couldnt say anything else. There was nothing left on his mind. Nothing else could permeate his post-orgasmic haze. Simon pulled Robert close, he still shook with the intensity of his release. Robert curled against the bassist. Who was still fully clothed to Roberts dismay. Robert pressed a kiss to the side of his neck. coming to his senses, he broke the silence.

'Si please, you havent even... let me pay you back for that' Robert tried to sit up, get his hands on simons trousers, anything, but he couldnt. Simon had moved to sit at the edge of the bed. Phone in hand, he finally spoke

'Shit Rob, we've to get to the show now'

'but Si, you havent-'

  Simon interrupted Robert with a soft kiss.
'You dont have to now' then he smirked 'Ill have my way with you after the show'

Robert almost throbbed again at those words. Simon threw Roberts underwear to him 'Now come on and get dressed you lazy bastard!'

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note: i just know robert gave simon THE sloppiest head after the strasbourg concert.