let's make some noise

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'simon'

robert's voice was a drunken sigh against his ear. simon laid flat below robert, who was hunched above him, straddling him with his legs either side of his waist and grinding against simon in slow circles— and by god he couldn't deny the stirring effect this had on him. the more robert moved, the harder simon could feel his cock stiffen and throb within the confines of his leathery trousers. robert's face hovered over until he was nose to nose with simon, where he dove down to sloppily swipe his lips against simon's, who happily responded by darting his tongue against robert's damp mouth, and when it opened in response, he plunged his tongue into the willing orifice.

this "thing" between them had been going on for just over a year. it all began on simon's 20th birthday, late at night on the bathroom floor with a bottle of scotch they passed between them. at the show, robert had sung him happy birthday onstage and he rode the buzz of that moment all night, from pub to pub until they finally wound up back on the cold tiled bathroom floor— where the bliss was finally able to wash over him as the two melted together against the side of the bath. with robert's head buried against his shoulder, robert's damp breath on his neck, robert's hand clutched in his, robert's hand on his knee? robert murmured softly, but simon couldn't hear his words. he was utterly lost in his own mind. only brought back into reality when robert slid his hand out of simon's grasp, he stroked his simon's thigh, over the denim, right to the button, to the zip. he clumsily fiddled with the cold metal.

'has anyone ever given you a birthday gift like that si?'

robert's tone was dark and  his words hung heavy in the air, filling the small tiled room with thick anticipation. they both knew full well that robert was offering something, and although simon had spaced out and had forgotten what they were even talking about in the first place, he had a good fucking idea of what it was. he quickly shook his head and looked over to his friend, his best friend, who sweetly smiled and made quick work of the zip on his jeans. simon leaned back, head resting against the cold porcelain edge of the bath. blissfully hammered and more than happy to have a hand on his cock, stroking excruciatingly slow... almost as though he was waiting for further permission. simon was too drunk to be bothered that this was his best friend who was touching him like this. he never thought to question it, and he thought even less of it when robert bent down and darted his tongue against the damp tip of his straining hard-on.

it was indescribably good inside robert's mouth. so good it didn't even dawn on simon how willing robert was to go down on him, how fucking skilled his mouth was, how he actually swallowed after simon finished... not until the next morning. he would later wonder where robert had picked up his oral "talents", but that night he was happy to simply indulge in the best blowjob he had ever received in his whole 20 years of life. it was a celebration, a reward, a coming of age.

they never spoke about these more intimate areas of their friendship. they never once had a conversation about it. nothing they did had ever been planned out in advance. each sordid episode of theirs just, happened. it was spontaneous, often hurried. the perfect arrangement. these glorious moments were driven by pure lust— no matter where they were, no matter the risk. robert's bedroom, the fiction offices, together in the studio after lol passed out in the corner, one sweaty session in the van, but mostly they were confined to hotel rooms. anything in their family homes was risky as it was thrilling.

'siiimooon' he whined and rubbed himself down onto the bassist's lap, even harder this time. they locked eyes for a moment, robert's were glazed and dark. he gazed hungrily down at the bassist  'do you know what i want si?' he whispered, teasing as ever.

simon knew robert was experienced, much more experienced with men than he liked to think. he often wondered, on nights together after they had both finished, if robert curled against the other men like this. he wondered how many other men had stroked his hair while he quietly snored, how many of them had kissed his sweat-damp forehead, how many of them had delighted in that little smile he would flash back at simon after he had swallowed. he couldn't place quite how it made him feel to think he wasn't the only one sharing his bed with robert, but he certainly didn't want to think about that now. not when he had robert so willing, so full of want, above him. indulging in the situation, he ran his hands up robert's thighs and rested them on his plush hips.