Close To Me

In Robert's claustrophobic bunk space, Simon had no choice but to stay low to keep from knocking his head on the ceiling. He wouldn't risk waking up Perry that was sleeping soundly in the bunk on top of them... Robert had a hard time staying quiet, Simon's mouth had been going up and down on his dick for quite some time now...

Robert guided his friend's head to control the rhythm, attentively listening to the wet sounds he made and careful not to make him gag. Simon's mess of hair was hiding most of his face, and front pieces of hair that were falling on top of Robert's lower belly were sticky with precum.

*

They had been on tour for a while and Robert was cruelly lacking human touch... of a particular kind. So, when he got a bit too drunk at dinner, his hands started to linger on his best friend's hips. Slowly sliding his fingers under Simon's white shirt to caress his protruding pelvic bone. The bassist's jeans got a lot tighter in the crotch area, forcing him to grab Robert's wrist to push it hard against his hardness.

It was risky, it was hot, and they loved the thrill of pleasuring themselves in front of an unknowing audience. Everyone at the table were laughing and talking nonsense; no one noticed Simon slowly becoming a sweaty mess under Robert's rough hand.

The singer grabbed the prominent bulge in Simon's jeans, making him reajust his posture to concentrate on hiding his increasingly apparent sex face.

Alcohol always made Robert much more aroused... and willing.
He detached himself from Simon for a moment. Unpredictably, in front of everyone, he grabbed the bassist's face and kissed him langorously, an action that  gained them a couple of laughs from their bandmates, who had now switched their attention to the two best friends.
They always did it jokingly, and no one ever thought more of it than them showing their brotherly love; simply taking the piss.

The others resumed to their conversations, and Robert took the opportunity to whisper in Simon's ear:
'Please,... join me tonight when the others fall asleep... I need...something...'
Simon winked at him; a silent confirmation of his naughty intentions.

*

'....g-good god Si-... fUuck'
The head of Robert's penis was hitting the back of the bassist's throat with every movement, and his tongue was sliding deliciously at the base of his cock, making the singer grind his teeth to keep from exhaling too loud. 

Simon's own dick was sore and damp under his tight underwear; begging to be set free. Robert lifted his friend's chin to get a better look at his face. Simon eyes were red with tears as he concentrated on not gagging on his outstretched length.

'Come here' Robert whispered softly. 'Kiss me'.
Before Simon cut contact with the throbbing member, he kissed the tip and suctioned lightly,  determined to make Robert whine at the loss of his mouth.
It had lasted forever between them, and with all the years of getting to know each other's bodies, Simon knew exactly how to drive his lover mad. He rubbed his chest on Robert's and sucked on his neck; the soft breaths on his sensitive skin sent shivers down the singer's inner thighs.

Robert's tongue darted out of his mouth to enter Simon's, swimming inside the warm, humid hole where his cock was just minutes prior. He discreetly grabbed the lube hidden under his pillow and gestured at Simon to give him a bit of space. Lifting his upper body with his elbows, he opened the cap and poured a large amount of the slippery liquid on his fingers.

Ashamed, but needy, Robert slid his hand between his legs and rimmed his own hole before pushing a finger in: writhing under Simon's severe, sexed-up glare.
The singer slowly fucked himself with his fingers, not too fast, otherwise he would come prematurily. He wanted to keep that for later... 

Simon stole the lube bottle from his friend's other hand and he hurriedly removed his underwear and coated both of their dicks with the liquid; stroking every inch with great intent.
Added to his fingers hitting his swollen prostate, the feeling of Simon's hands gliding on his heavily-lubricated member was heavenly: even more so since he loved to make a mess of the sheets.. 

Simon pressed his groin against Robert's and with his large grip, he grabbed both dicks and held them together as he continued to stroke. 

'...aAhh... you're so fuckable Rob... mhmm... I'd do anything to be inside of you'  Simon spoke low, Robert's favorite...

'...hgnh...then fucking do something...You've been edging me for weeks, I can't take it anymore Si-, I feel like I'm going insane... aAnh!'

Simon put his hand over Robert's mouth to keep the moans from escaping his lips and waking up the others. He was a complete mess: being restrained in a confined space with his lover never failed to make him stiff as a board.

'Fuck me. Please. I need it'

Robert removed his fingers from inside of him and guided Simon's tip to his entrance: seizing the lube to make it even wetter between them. Simon teased his puckered hole torturously, gently tapping the head against the deprived hole... Robert wimpered in agony before Simon rammed himself in, the extensive amount of lube helping him to go deeper, faster. 

He started to move back and forth, taking support onto the wall in front of him and focusing on calming his erratic breathing. Tears were falling from the singer's blue eyes, and he bit into a pillow to try and muzzle his cries of pleasure... which was far from sufficient. 

Since no sound could be heard aside from the two young males consuming their desire, they assumed everyone was still sleeping.

'Turn around.'

Simon's black pearls glimmered in the obscurity. Robert obliged, turning himself to face the mattress. Simon roughly took his friend's hips and lifted them just enough to reach Robert's aching cock. Then, he opened his legs wider and slowly entered him, gaining a low wail from the singer.

'.... aaaahAhhhhhh Simonnn. You're so big....'

The bassist pressed his other slippery hand on Robert's back and pressed him hard inside the mattress, increasing the speed of his thrusts, tilting his angle to hit Robert's prostate. 

'SI-, SI-, aAHH I'm com-'

He didn't even get the chance to finish before he came all over the sheets in impressive spurts. Simon kept touching his over-sensitive member, eager to hear Robert's gorgeous laments that would undoubtedly lead to his own climax.

'Si- stop... aAhA please!!'

Hearing his friend pleadings made his erection twitch inside Robert's tightness, and without warning, he came inside of him , thrusting through his orgasm and coating every inch of muscle with his warm seed. 

Exhausted, he fell on top of Robert and stole him a loving and heated kiss, which he reciprocated with enthusiasm. 

'Si-... thank you'

'I love you so much Robert'

Robert smiled at Simon's words and embraced him tightly. He still wasn't able to say it back, but he knew that words weren't needed. He mewled:

'Could you... bring be a water bottle... please? I'm thirsty as hell'

'Of course, be right back...'

Simon quietly opened the curtain that kept them hidden, and unexpectedly, his eyes met Porl's lustful gaze for the first time ever. The guitarist froze, hand still on his hard dick, and both men stared at each other in silence, waiting for someone to say something. Porl eventually spoke, his voice trembling with shame:

'Sorry... I couldn't help it...'

Simon looked over at Robert; he was obviously mortified. The singer put his head in his hands,  completely embarassed to have been caught in the act. 

At that point, Simon couldn't care less about it. Porl was definitely having fun by the look of his hard-on...

'Well, next time, feel free to join'

*The end <3*