Horny Tag

Chapter 1/1

It was a normal off day for the Motionless in White crew. Video games, shenanigans with Ricky and Vinny, with Ryan occasionally chiming in to say his piece before going back to whatever it was he’d been doing. That left both Chris and Justin to their own devices, each of them on their phones. Chris was scrolling on TikTok, chuckling quietly to himself every few minutes he’d stumbled across a video that he took a liking to, funny dad jokes. Justin on the other hand, was considering something more interactive with the fans. But with Chris sitting across from him, interrupting his thought process, there was no way that he could concentrate. So, he exited out of his apps he’d been using, shutting his phone screen off and slammed his phone onto the couch he’d been sitting on, causing Chris to look up in confusion.

“What crawled up your ass?” He joked, wondering if it was just something that he’d seen on his phone that caused the commotion. Justin just scowled and got up, heading into the kitchen to see to his stomach that was now growling. Hunger pangs might have something to do with his sour mood, he would like to think. Thinking he’d be alone to make himself something from the cabinets, he reached up over the microwave to open the cabinets and felt a sharp sting against his ass. Justin yelped, looking back over his shoulder to watch Chris walk off toward the back room with a sly grin plastered on his lips. Did he think this was funny? It would appear that way.

After getting food through his system, Justin stood in the kitchen with his back to the countertop, drinking his leftover Gatorade from earlier. He’d have to get Chris back somehow, and the ideas to do just that were failing him at the moment. He knew that slapping ass was something that Chris did with Ricky for a while before he joined the band, and now he had the notion that he would start that same tradition with him. Not to mention the fact that Chris had time and time again proved to the band that he swung both ways. Screwing the cap back on his drink, he placed it back in the fridge and grinned, heading back to scroll on his phone for a little bit.

Later that day, the guys were all outside playing cornhole, since it was nice out. Justin stood on the sidelines watching Ryan and the crew take turns throwing the fabric sacks across the pavement to the raised angled board. When Chris stepped up to the plate, Justin watched him for a little bit. He made sure that all the guys were looking elsewhere before he moved, grabbing his hair by the fistful and yanking his head back. Surprise lit Chris’ facial expression, a quick gasp leaving his lips as he stared into Justin’s eyes in an upside down position. “You think you’re real smooth, dontcha? I’ve got news for you…I can play that game too.” He whispered in his ear before throwing his head forward, giving Chris whiplash as he let go of his jet black hair and backed off into the position he’d been standing in near the tour bus.

As the crew all piled back into the bus, Justin being one of the last to climb the stairs to head inside as it cooled down that evening, he noticed that Chris hadn’t come around yet to harass him. Not that he cared; Chris was the one that started it earlier with his loud videos. He was sure that he’d figured it out by now, though he wouldn’t say a word if he bugged him about it. With a sigh, he hopped back onto the couch, pulling his headphones out and plugged them into his phone, putting on some of his favorite tunes. Some of it being their own songs, since he had to play ones that he wasn’t around for. He’d just started to relax, letting the music drift into the recesses of his mind with his eyes closed, when suddenly he let out the loudest scream - or at least tried to. A hand covered his mouth, the familiar throaty chuckle gripping his ears to the point he shoved Chris’ hand off his lips and glared up at him, pulling out an earbud. His dick was now throbbing, since he’d just grabbed it for no fucking reason.

“Dude, what the fuck?!” Justin splutters, beet red and wishing that hadn’t just happened. Though some sick part of him enjoyed it, watching Chris’ facial expressions. He just laughed, which spurred his anger even more, reaching down to yank at Chris’ dick. “How do you like it, huh?”