Rock Band Oneshots

🌶️Too hot for hell [Vinnie x Kristy | Pretty Boy Floyd]

Please note, that this is about the stage persona and not the private person behind it.
Nothing of this happened in real life.

CW/TW:
• spanking
• explicit scenes

Always remember: Communication is key and only consent is sexy. Stay safe🫶🏻

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Probably no one's gonna read this, but I wrote it anyway just because I can😂

Are there any PBF Fans out there?
I haven't met any in like ever? And I'm so sad 'cause they're so good😮‍💨🥲

(Quick notice:
On my fast google search I haven't found when Kari Kane left PBF, so I wrote him as a part of the band in this story.)

Anyway, enjoyy and lmk what you think🫶🏻
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(Length: 1200 words)

"Why don't we release it?"
"Because it's bad!"
"It is not and you know that!"
"It's the end of the 80s and no one's interested in Glam anymore!"
"But we're Pretty Boy Floyd, we are Glam!"
"It doesn't matter!"
"Yes it does, we're going to release that fucking song!"
"No, we're not publishing that shitty song under our band name!"
"Too hot for hell is not a shitty song!"
...

The screaming between Steve and Kristy had been going on for half an hour already. Vinnie and Kari looked at each other and saw their own pain in the other's eyes.
The problem was, both were right. Glam was dying and 'Too hot for hell' was indeed a good song...

"Fucking stop it already you two!" Kari screeched at them.
They both turned in unison.
As the small guitarist opened his mouth to snap at the drummer, Vinnie chimed in "Kristy, stop it!"
Kristy's angry look lingered on him "And if I don't? What are you going to do about it, Vinnie?"
A deadly smile curled Vinnie's lips "Keep going and find out..."
Kristy looked confused, apparently he understood the suggestion and there was definitely a spark of interest in his eyes.
The bassist stepped close to him, whispering in his ear "If you really want to find out, come to my room tonight."

[Later]
A quiet knock on his door let Vinnie look up from his book.
He went to open the door and found a flustered Kristy on his doorstep.
The guitarist cleared his throat "Uh hiiii..."
"Good evening, Kristy" Vinnie replied, scrutinizing the other man through his rectangular reading glasses.
"C-can I come in?" He asked, clearly nervous.
Vinnie stepped aside, gesturing for him to enter his hotel room.
Once the door was closed again, Kristy seemed to loosen up a bit. He looked around the room and nodded to himself, clearly avoiding his gaze to linger on Vinnie.

"What can I help you with?" The bassist asked softly.
"Are you going to spank me?" The words burst out of Kristy's mouth.
"If you want." Was Vinnie's answer.
Kristy laughed nervously "What do you mean by 'if I want'?"
It was crystal clear to Vinnie that Kristy had no experience, so he decided to take it easy on his bandmate "Exactly what I said, Kristy. I need your consent."
The guitarist looked utterly stunned "I didn't know kinky stuff worked like that..."
Vinnie raised one eyebrow "We should both enjoy what we're doing and that's what consent is for: To ensure we're only doing things we both enjoy."
Kristy cleared his throat, averting his gaze once again "Well yeah, then call me interested."

Vinnie started to lay out his tools on his bed. A riding crop, a blindfold and handcuffs.
Kristy took the crop from his bed, inspecting it closely "Is that a whip or something?"
"Actually it's a crop." The bassist answered.
Kristy slapped it against his palm.
"Would you like to try it out?" Vinnie asked him.
The guitarist's gaze was drawn back to him "You mean on my ass?"
Vinnie chuckled softly "Yes exactly."
Kristy swallowed hard, he could feel his dick twitch in his boxers at the thought of it.
A crimson blush crept on his face as he whispered breathlessly "God yes!"

"Give me your safeword, sweetheart. It should be something you don't drop easily in your arousal, but also something you can remember." Vinnie explained.
"Hat!" Kristy said without missing a beat, making Vinnie chuckle.
After Kristy got rid of all his clothes, Vinnie put the handcuffs around his hands, tying him to one of the posts of his hotel bed.
"Do you want the blindfold?" He asked softly.
Kristy nooded eagerly.
The first slap of the crop on Kristy's skin sounded crisp in the quiet hotel room, and the guitarist arched his back. "Words..." reminded Vinnie.
"Y-yes please." A breathless moan fell from Kristy's lips.

In the next twenty minutes Vinnie teased and slapped Kristy's ass and the back of his thighs until they held a beautiful shade of red.
As the guitarist started to whimper more often Vinnie told him "If you need me to stop or take a break use your safeword."
"No!", Kristy practically shouted, "I mean, if you keep going, I'm going to come just from you using your fancy crop on my ass and thighs..."
Vinnie's eyes glittered "Well in case you want my permission, here we go. Kristy, you can come from this alone if you want to."
Kristy seemingly relaxed after Vinnie gave his permission, his back arched again and his thighs parted willingly, presenting himself to the bassist.
Vinnie took his sweet time before the next slap, brushing the crop over Kristy's already reddened skin. Tracing the crack of his ass, made him shiver with anticipation.

"Lower..." Whispered Kristy.
Vinnie let the crop glide lower but Kristy still insisted on going lower until it was pointed on his balls. Vinnie brushed to crop over them, making Kristy's breath hitch.
"Are you sure?" Vinnie reinsured.
A sound, something between a sob and a moan left Kristy's throat "Please!"
Vinnie let the crop slap against his balls, earning a whimper from the blindfolded guitarist. Then he paused in case he wanted to use his safeword, but he remained silent, waiting for his next slap.
The crop connected with his balls again and this time Kristy definitely moaned.
Vinnie liked the crisp sound that it made, so he did it again, twice with no pause inbetween.
The way that Kristy's breath hitched and his thighs tensed up told Vinnie that he was close.
Sliding the crop up and down his crack and a slightly harder slap to his balls did the trick.
The guitarist shouted his name as he came hard on his bedsheets, spurts of white cum shooting from his dick.

Vinnie quickly got beside him and stroked his cock through the hard orgasm.
Kristy moaned even louder, pulling on his handcuffs, as Vinnie rubbed over his sensitive tip.
"Oh god, Vinnie please..." Kristy whined.
"If you want something you only have to ask for it. Use your words my pretty boy." Vinnie cooed in his ear, his hand still on Kristy's dick.
The guitarist whined "Kiss me! Oh god, please kiss me!"

Vinnie abandoned Kristy's lower body half, to take off the handcuffs and then kissing his bandmate.
As he removed Kristy's blindfold, the guitarist blinked sheepishly.
The blond bassist caressed his face and kissed him again, before pulling him into his arms.
"You are so beautiful when you come on my bed." Vinnie whispered in the now sleepy guitarist's ear.
Kristy cuddled closer "Mmmmh, I loved coming on your bed. Let's do this again."
A soft smile crept on Vinnie's face "Oh we will baby, we will."