BAD OMENS ONE SHOTS (30 Days of Bad Omens)

Fuck Me Up, Folio (Nick Folio x Noah Sebastian)

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Pairing: Nick Folio x Noah Sebastian

Summary: Noah needs to blow off some steam after a rough and disappointing concert.

CW: Angsty, Noah is sour then sweet. Mentions 'real concert' in fictitious situations. Spit as lube, anal sex (unprotected), butt plug

Word Count: 1k

This is a work of fiction, based on real people in fictitious situations. Please don't yuck someone else's yum; scroll on.

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Nick Folio scans the raging crowd before the clicking starts in his in-ears. The erratic pounding of his heartbeat will soon battle with the clicks of Dethrone, the final song of the evening.

Nick is a hot and sweaty mess from their two-hour performance, but he knows the show won't be over for him when the lights go out. An animalistic scream from the singer hits Nick right in the base of his spine. He should be used to this, his growls and screams, the soft moans when he drops off a note. But tonight is different-Nick breathes in a shaky breath, the air thick from body heat and angst.

The crowd tonight was just as unhinged as last year, maybe even worse... definitely worse. Noah had to stop the show twice for fighting but it still wasn't enough.

Nothing was ever enough for the feral concrete jungle.

Concrete.

Nick's body ached, not just from the wear and tear of performing but from the way that desire pools in his stomach. He knew tonight would be a battle between singer and crowd, it was always this way here in this city-a vicious cycle with no clear winner. But Noah always came out on top, even if it wasn't on stage, and Nick was prepared, prepared for all the ways Noah would use him after the show. These moments were few and far between, but every time Nick would never admit it, but he craved more.

Right now, all he had to do was focus on the beat and not on the way Noah's shoulders tense, or the way he brushes his soaked hair back, or how his voice gets more raspy by the end of the set. He's finding it hard to stay on the beat when he's focused on Noah-and how he's going to be bruised and achy tomorrow morning.

Concrete.

Noah ends the song with his signature guttural scream sending the crowd and Nick's heartrate into a frenzy. His chest heaves up and down as sweat stains his black tank top. When the lights go dark, Nick sees the singer leaving the stage. Noah's intense gaze cuts Nick right in the gut. The singer gives him a slight nod and stomps off the stage without a word. Nick needs to hurry the fuck up so he rushes through his usual rituals not to raise any alarm to the crew.

Nick tries to act cool and calm as he strolls past Jolly prepping his guitar, giving him a 'bro' head nod before making his way to the green room where he knows Noah is. He barely reaches the threshold when he's pulled into the room by a pair of strong hands.

"I knew this was going to happen," Noah bites out, slamming Nick's back against the door. "You told me it was going to be fine, Folio, but that wasn't FUCKING fine."

Nick lets the singer scream at him. He knows he needs this, he needs to let off the steam and rage of the performance. This happened last year in the same city.

Nick knows what else Noah needs, a distraction from the raging storm inside his mind. He knows Noah is pissed and somehow feels guilty for the way the show turned out.

Noah slams his fist into the door, landing by the drummer's head, chest heaving, breath ragged in his ear. And Nick sees his opportunity so he turns his head slightly and presses his lips to Noah's. The singer's body tenses slightly, but Nick surges on, licking at his lower lip. Noah reluctantly opens his mouth to him, and when Nick slips his tongue, he's rewarded by a loud and desperate moan. Suddenly, wet noises drown out the moans and groans as the two exchange heated breaths and sloppy kisses.

Nick yelps softly when Noah digs his fingernails into the drummer's shoulders, gripping him to turn and shove him into the door again, this time his ass display for him. Before he can complain, Nick feels Noah's firm chest on his back as he rubs his hard-on against his ass. His shoulders tense and arms press harder into the door against the added weight, but he takes it like the good boy he is.

"I need you," Noah huffs in Nick's ear, his earring swaying slightly from the singer's hot breath. "Fuck me up, Folio." A shiver forms in the wake of Noah's kisses on his neck, licking and nibbling at the sweat-soaked skin. Nick bites down a moan when Noah snakes his hands over his tummy and down to the band of his black jeans.

"Please."

The sound of Noah's high-pitched whine goes straight to Nick's gut as he swats away the tattooed hands, tearing at the button and zipper. In one swift motion, Nick shoves his boxers and jeans down to his ankles and bares himself to Noah. His chest tightens when a deep chuckle rumbles through Noah's chest.

"You wore a plug? For the whole show?" Noah scoffs incredulously.

Heat flames Nick's cheeks, casting his eyes to the ground, he hangs his head low, unable to form words. His heart rate kicks up as he waits for another jest from the singer. But no words come from his mouth, only his large roaming over his ass before tugging the plug free.

Nick sighs loudly as his body adjusts to the absence, the sound of rustling pants and spitting tightens his core. He flinches when Noah teases his hole with his swollen member. "Relax, baby," Noah coos quietly, comforting.

Without warning, Nick finds himself shoved against the door again, this time his cheek pressed hard against the cool surface, and sharp pain piercing his hips as Noah digs into the tender skin. Sounds of skin smacking and low grunts ring through his ears as Noah fucks him fast and hard, angry and relentless.

Nick won't admit that he likes being used by the singer. Shame begins to bubble in his stomach only to turn molten with arousal as Noah's loud grunts morph into breathy moans. His thrusts sputter and Nick shoves his ass back into him as Noah curses his name.

It's just like music to his ears.

"Fuck, I'm gonna-" Noah slams into Nick's tight hole as he spills his white hot cum into him. Nick's chest heaves as the singer stills inside him for a heartbeat before withdrawing and pulling his pants up. Nick scrambles to do the same before the tall singer leans down slightly to kiss his cheek and whispers thank you.