For The Rats (One-Shots)

Pull Out Your Teeth

We'd been on tour for about a month now, and time spent with Danny had always been some of my favorite times. Recently, it had been more tense with the writing of the album and all that, but Danny was still sexual with me. 

The tour bus began rolling through the night, the energy of the show still pulsating through my veins as we settled in the bus. I knew Danny and I's ritual, he was always an irresistible force after shows. The adrenaline made us even more magnetic. He could never wait, he's an excited one. 

The ginger-bearded wanker leads me back to the bunks as I snatch a clear bottle off the counter in the sitting area, drinking as we walk. I had stopped drinking before shows, but that just meant I had to compensate afterwards. We pushed our way through the door, a dull glow cast over our bodies from the yellowish overhead lights. I shut the door behind us, moving in toward Danny immediately. My hands find his chest and I lean in to meet him in a kiss, but Danny stops me. He deflects the kiss with a tattooed hand, pushing my face to the side. 

I pull back, looking at Danny. I frown at him in question, trying to hide the sudden hurt. Maybe he had his reasons. 

Danny seems to notice my confusion. 

"Ben, I'm not really in the mood for that," he says, almost flippantly. "Just undress and get on with it." 

My heart falls as I nod. 

"What, no kissin?" I ask him, my accent thick. Danny knew knew I loved kissing. Just touching each other, feeling him up a bit. 

The man rolls his eyes, looking annoyed ? Suddenly I'm not nearly as aroused as I was. 

Danny moves his hands down to my hips, but my fingers catch his before he can unbutton my jeans. 

"Danny, I'll suck you off, but I don't really feel like doin all that tonight," I tell him, my voice softer. I had earlier, I was always fine with it. But something about his demeanor, I didn't want to be a part of that for very long, really. 

Danny huffs, but doesn't object. I sink to my knees, beginning to undress his hips as I mutter, "Why are you acting like a dick all of the sudden?" 

Danny doesn't reply, but he takes my head in his hands coldly. Maybe he's just stressed from tour. It happens to us all after a while. It's just that Danny and I used to be each others' escape. I didn't even know if Danny loved me anymore after how the writing's been going. 

I try to shrug the feeling away, freeing his semi-hard dick and beginning with a small kiss before mouthing his tip. I try to make the best of it, hoping we could move past the little moment as I take him into my mouth, reaching a hand down and fondling myself as I moan around his length. 

I get a few good bobs in, not taking his full length yet just as his hand grips my hair. I moan and look up at him, but instead of pulling me closer he pushes me off, his face pinched in annoyance. 

Without a single warning Danny slaps me across the jaw and I tumble backwards in surprise, his dick flying out of my mouth as I sputter. My eyes find him as I lift a hand to wipe my mouth, leaning away from him. 

"You use too much teeth, dammit," Danny snaps. 

I stare at him, mouth open, frozen in my position as something shattered within me. 

Why.. why would he..? 

My eyes glass over as I slowly scoot away from him. Fuck, I was being sensitive, but it fucking hurt. Was that why he just wanted to fuck? My blowjobs weren't good? 

Why hadn't he ever told me? 

Danny's face softens, remorse flickering in his eyes momentarily, but the damage has been done. I slowly get my feet under me, holding on to a bunk for support before quickly shoving past him and storming out the room like a chick who just caught her boyfriend cheating on her.