Bandom One-shots book 3

Underground Desire (Dekett/Rikki Rockett x CC Deville)

It was a scorching summer night in 1984, and the sweat-soaked crowd roared as the final notes of our glam rock performance echoed through the grimy underground club. I was Rikki, the drummer, and my fingers were still tingling from the raw energy of the show. But my mind was already drifting to the post-show ritual I craved—a raw, passionate release with my secret lover, CC, the band's charismatic guitarist.

As the crowd dispersed, I caught CC's eye across the stage, his dark gaze smoldering with desire. He knew what I wanted, and he wanted it too. We'd been hiding our relationship from the rest of the band and the world, but in those moments after a show, we needed each other desperately.

I watched CC packed up his guitar, my heart pounding with anticipation. CC approached me, his lean, muscular body moving with feline grace. His black hair, slick with sweat, framed his chiseled face, and his dark eyes held a hungry look that made my dick twitch in my pants.

"Fuck, that was intense," he said, his voice low and husky. "I need you, Rikki. Now."

I nodded, unable to speak, my mouth suddenly dry. We didn't need words; our bodies understood each other perfectly. I grabbed his hand, and we made our way backstage, our footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.

The dressing room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of sweat, leather, and sex. We didn't bother with the lights as we closed the door behind us, locking out the world and sealing our secret within those four walls.

CC pushed me against the door, his strong hands gripping my shoulders. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, and my cock was already straining against my jeans. He leaned in, his breath hot on my neck, and I shivered as his lips trailed down my throat, leaving a wet trail.

"You're mine, Rikki," he whispered, his voice rough with need. "All mine."

I moaned, my head falling back against the door as his hands slid down my chest, deftly unbuttoning my shirt. His fingers were like fire on my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He pushed my shirt off my shoulders, baring my chest, and I arched into his touch, craving more.

CC's lips found mine, and he kissed me hard, his tongue invading my mouth, tasting of cigarettes and whiskey. I kissed him back with equal ferocity, our teeth clashing, our tongues wrestling in a primal dance. I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh, thick and insistent, and I wanted it inside me, filling me up.

Breaking the kiss, CC stepped back, his eyes burning with desire. He unbuckled his belt, his movements slow and deliberate, and I watched, transfixed, as he pushed his tight leather pants down his thighs, revealing his thick, throbbing cock. It stood proudly, the head glistening with pre-cum, and I licked my lips, craving the taste of him.

"Suck me, Rikki," he growled, his voice hoarse with want. "Make me hard for your tight hole."

I dropped to my knees, my hands trembling as I reached for his cock. It was hot and heavy in my palm, and I stroked it gently, marveling at its length and girth. I leaned in, my breath ghosting over the sensitive head, and I felt CC's body tense in anticipation.

Taking him into my mouth, I savored the taste of him, salty and musky. I sucked him deep, my throat muscles working to accommodate his impressive length. CC's hands tangled in my hair, guiding my head as I bobbed up and down, my lips sliding over his shaft, my tongue swirling around the head.

"Fuck, yes," he groaned, his hips thrusting gently, urging me to take more. "Suck it, baby. Make me lose my mind."

I sucked harder, my lips forming a tight seal around his cock, my throat opening to take him deeper. CC's moans filled the room, and I could feel his balls tightening as his orgasm built. I wanted to taste his cum, to feel it coating my throat, but he had other plans.

With a growl, CC pulled me to my feet, his hands gripping my ass through my jeans. He spun me around, pressing me against the door again, and I braced myself, my breath coming in short pants.

"I want your hole, Rikki," he rasped, his lips brushing my ear. "I want to fuck you so hard you'll feel me for days."

I nodded, my heart racing as he unbuttoned my jeans, sliding them down my legs until I stood before him, naked and exposed. He ran his hands over my ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh, making me squirm with need. I felt his finger trace my puckered hole, circling it gently, and I pushed back against his touch, eager for more.

CC spit into his palm, his eyes never leaving mine, and I shivered at the sight. He pressed a slick finger against my hole, slowly pushing it inside, stretching me, filling me with a delicious ache. I moaned, my head falling back as he added a second finger, scissoring them, working me open.

"You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his breath hot on my neck. "You like being stretched for my cock."

"Yes," I gasped, my voice hoarse. "Fuck me, CC. Please."

He withdrew his fingers, and I whimpered at the loss, but my plea was answered as I felt the broad head of his cock pressing against my hole. He pushed forward, slowly, inch by inch, filling me, stretching me around his thick shaft. I clenched around him, my body welcoming his invasion, and I felt my own cock leaking pre-cum, aching for release.

"You feel so fucking good," he groaned, his voice strained. "So tight and hot."

He began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of my hole. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through my body, and I moaned, my head thrown back, my hands gripping the door for support.

"Harder," I begged, my voice raw. "Fuck me harder, CC."

He obliged, his hands gripping my hips, holding me in place as he pounded into me, his balls slapping against my ass with each thrust. The sound of our flesh slapping filled the room, mingling with our grunts and moans. I could feel my orgasm building, a coiled spring in my lower belly, ready to snap.

CC reached around, his hand finding my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. His touch was rough and urgent, and I couldn't hold back any longer.

"I'm gonna cum," I cried out, my body trembling. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming!"

My orgasm hit me like a freight train, my cock spurting hot jets of cum, painting the door in white streaks. I cried out, my body convulsing, as CC kept fucking me through my climax, his cock pounding into my hole, driving me higher.

"That's it, baby," he grunted, his voice hoarse. "Cum for me. Cum all over that door."

I felt him swell inside me, his cock throbbing as he reached his own climax. He grunted, his body stiffening, and I could feel his hot cum filling me, his seed mixing with mine, our bodies joined in the most intimate of ways.

We stood there, panting, our hearts racing, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. CC slowly withdrew, and I turned to face him, my legs trembling. He pulled me into his arms, and we kissed, our tongues tangling, tasting each other, savoring the moment.

"That was incredible," I whispered, my voice breathless.

"It's always incredible with you, Rikki," he said, his dark eyes burning into mine. "But we should get cleaned up. The others will be wondering where we are."

I nodded, reluctantly pulling away. We quickly dressed, straightening our clothes, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of loss as we left the dressing room, stepping back into the world where our relationship had to remain hidden.

But as we emerged from the club, the cool night air on our flushed skin, I knew that this was just the beginning. CC and I had a connection that went beyond our music, a raw, sexual energy that burned between us. And I couldn't wait to feel his hands on me again, to be slammed against another wall, to lose myself in the heat of his passion.

~Underground Desire~

~This is AI BTW! And much better than anything we could write~