Bandom One-shots book 3

Our First (Duzzy)

The warm glow of the California sun dipped low on the horizon, painting the sky with streaks of orange and pink as I walked up to Izzy's place. The air smelled faintly of salt from the ocean, mixed with the city's ever-present tang of pavement and exhaust. My bass hung over my shoulder, its weight comforting, like an extension of myself. But tonight wasn't about music—not directly, anyway. Tonight was about him.

I'd barely knocked twice before the door swung open, revealing Izzy with his usual nonchalant charm. His dark hair was tousled, and his Rolling Stones tank was slightly askew, like he'd just rolled out of bed—which, knowing him, was entirely possible even at this hour.

"You're early," he said, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

"You're late," I shot back, stepping inside and leaning in to kiss him. His lips were soft and tasted faintly of cherry Coke, his favorite. "Ready to go?"

"Where are we going again?" he asked, even though I'd told him three times already. Classic Izzy.

"You'll see," I said, grabbing his hand. His fingers laced with mine naturally, like they were meant to fit there.

The streets buzzed with life as we walked, the city alive in that way only LA could be. Streetlights flickered on, one by one, as the sun finally dipped below the skyline. Izzy's hand stayed in mine, his thumb brushing against my knuckles every so often. It was these little things that got to me—the casual touches, the way he'd glance at me when he thought I wasn't looking.

"Are we going to a gig or something?" he asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

"Nope. Better," I said, smirking.

His skeptical expression was priceless. "Better than a gig? This I gotta see."

We rounded a corner, and his confusion melted into surprise as he spotted the neon lights of the little retro diner I'd scoped out earlier in the week. The sign flickered slightly, reading "Eddie's Eats," and inside, the place was decked out like something straight out of the '50s—checkered floors, red vinyl booths, and a jukebox humming in the corner.

"You brought me to a diner?" he said, but his tone was amused.

"Not just any diner," I replied, pulling him inside. "They've got the best milkshakes in the city. And—" I gestured toward the jukebox, "—it's got your favorite."

He raised an eyebrow but followed me to a booth. Sure enough, the jukebox had a copy of "Johnny B. Goode," and Izzy's face lit up when he saw it.

We slid into a booth, and a waitress in a pastel uniform took our order. Izzy got a chocolate shake, and I went with vanilla. We split a basket of fries, laughing when he tried to steal most of mine. It felt easy, like the rest of the world didn't matter. Just me and him in our little bubble.

"Okay, you were right," he admitted after his first sip. "This place is pretty cool."

"Told you," I said, grinning.

After we'd finished eating, Izzy dragged me over to the jukebox. He flipped through the records with the same care he gave to his guitar strings, finally settling on Chuck Berry. As the familiar riff filled the diner, he turned to me with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Dance with me," he said.

I blinked. "Here? Now?"

"Why not?" He grabbed my hand before I could protest, pulling me toward the tiny open space near the jukebox.

At first, I felt self-conscious—people were definitely staring—but then Izzy's laugh broke through the noise, and I couldn't help but join in. We stumbled through a makeshift swing dance, stepping on each other's toes and laughing so hard it hurt.

When the song ended, he pulled me close, his forehead resting against mine. "Thanks for tonight," he said softly.

"Anytime," I murmured, my arms around him. And I meant it. For him, I'd do this a thousand times over.

I drove him back to his apartment, but it was like something was drawing me in. He pulled me into the house as our lips entangled in a passionate kiss. One of my hands was on his hip, the other around his back while his hand was tangled in my hair and on my jaw. "Izzy" I said in between kisses as he hummed softly. I growled lowly as I tossed our jackets off pressing him against the wall as he gasped, already panting heavily.

"Duff" He moaned as I continued to attack his neck with kisses and bites. "Izzy" I growled, my voice low and full of lust. We quickly tossed our clothes off as we made it to the bedroom, a trail of clothes following us. We continued to kiss passionately as we made our way to the bedroom, I could not keep my hands off of him. 

I pushed him onto the bed as he gasped. "Duff" He moaned as I grabbed his hips pulling him closer to me. "Duff wait-" He stopped me as I looked at him, I knew this was our first time so I was going to be gentle. "Don't worry, Iz" I whispered into his ear as I grabbed the lube from the side table. He whimpered softly as I squirted some onto my fingers before pushing two inside as he moaned out loudly. 

He gripped my shoulder tightly gasping, "Duff~ fuck Duff" He moaned as I chuckled softly. I started pumping my fingers into his hole as he whimpered. "Duff, Duff!" He moaned as I growled lustfully. I pulled my fingers out causing him to whimper. "All fours" I demanded as I lubed up my length seeing him get onto all fours and look back at me biting his lip.

I grabbed his shoulder with one hand and his hip with my other as he whined. "I'll go slow, Iz. I promise" I promised him, I was not going to hurt him. I slowly pushed all the way in as he cried out, gripping the sheets tightly. "Shh, baby" I whispered leaning down placing soft kisses on his neck. "Duff, hurts" He whined as I frowned. "Do you-" I was cut off as he shook his head. "Move, please" He begged as I slowly started to thrust.

"Ah~ ah!" He moaned as I smirked, speeding up. "DUFF!" He moaned loudly as I chuckled darkly, my voice full of lust. "Duff~ harder! Fuck!" He moaned as I slammed our hips together causing him to cry out in pleasure. "Duff! oh god yes!" He moaned out loudly as I continued to slam our hips together. 

I smirked pulling out as I flipped him before slamming back into him as he clung to me tightly, crying and screaming my name. "Fuck! Duff you feel so damn good!" He moaned loudly as I groaned. "Fuck baby~ you feel so tight" I growled my voice low and hoarse. "Duff! Duff I'm gonna-" He whined as I slammed into his prostate causing him to come all over our stomachs as I grunted, feeling him twitch around me as I came right after him. 

We both rode out our highs panting heavily. I pulled out flopping next to him as he laid on his back, completely tired and satisfied. "Fuck...that" Izzy said breathlessly, we were both a panting sweaty mess. "Amazing" I said with a content sigh as he looked at me with his face half buried into the pillow. "I feel so....satisfied and tired" He said as I chuckled rubbing circles on his back. "I'm glad doll~" I smiled as he hummed softly. 

~Our First~