Band Oneshots

Gotta keep him coming back(Richie Sambora X Jon Jovi) smut

" Ya know David it's actually very simple, I'm with Jon because he's amazing, and he's with me because I give good head an I'm a good fuck!."

The words make Jon jerk to a stop in the hallway, barely a foot away from the door to the living room where the voices were coming from. It was a rare quiet night in bands shared flat. Everyone was in a good mood, Tico had gone out to some party, and Jon had been enjoying some peace in his and Richie's shared room while the guitarist hung out with David.

Ultimately though, the singer had decided to wander downstairs to see what his friend an idiot of a boyfriend were up to.

A moment earlier as he had approached, he had heard David laughing, "I just can't get over it! You and Jon, I never would have guessed. Like, how'd that even happen I didn't think you where to into blondes or dudes?"

Jon had shook his head fondly as he knew he that him and Richie could seem like an odd couple to outsiders.

Then Richie had answered with those words, and Jon felt his blood freeze.

He heard what sounded like David choking on his drink before laughing, "Dude, what?"

Richie had laughed too. They both sounded halfway wasted already, "It's true!"

"Oh come on."

"Don't look at me like that, I'm a realist," he could hear the grin in Richie's voice, "Gotta play to my strengths, y'know? Jon is so far out of my league it's fucked up, so I gotta keep him coming back somehow I mean I'm not much man, just a guitarist, so if that means I gotta be doing some acrobatics with my tongue-"

"Ew! No, stop! I don't want to hear that!"

There was a soft thud, probably David throwing a pillow at Richie, and the two idiots in Jon's mind laughed, and Jon stepped back silently, slipping back upstairs before anyone could catch him eavesdropping.

Closing the door quietly, Jon sat on his bed heavily, Richie's words were echoing in his head. They had been together for a little over a month now, their relationship still new and growing as they figured each other out. As far as Jon was concerned there had always been something between the two of them from the moment the met.

Jon knew before they finally hooked up after a night of drunken partying, but it was still different being in an official relationship together.

Sighing, he fell back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. He'd dated people before, so it wasn't like he didn't know there'd be a bit of an adjustment period, and sure, he knew he wasn't the best at expressing his feelings.

Sometimes it would take him awhile to say them out loud but he never thought that he and Richie could be on such different pages. He never thought Richie wouldn't know exactly how Jon felt about him. It was upsetting, honestly, and he felt his jaw clench as he pressed his fists against his eyes in frustration. He felt angry.

Mostly because, now that he thought about it, it made sense.

It was actually something that had been vaguely bothering Jon for awhile now, the onesided nature of their sex life. Jon knew Richie love sex but from the very start of there relationship, Richie had been extremely giving in bed.

All Jon had to do was give him a look and he'd be dropping to his knees, or falling on all fours on their bed, focusing everything on making the younger man feel as good as possible. Thinking about it now, Jon couldn't help but feel a little shame at the realization that in the entirety of their relationship, not once had Richie come first. He had been too distracted at finally being able to call Richie Sambora his.

And all this time, Richie had been assuming... what? That if he didn't satisfy Jon enough in bed he'd be kicked to the curb completely? That he had to earn his place in their relationship through sex? He thinks that's his just a guitarist to Jon?