I'd Rather Jump In Your Bones (George Daniel)

Locking Me In, Knocking Me Out

The familiar sound of drumming fills up his house. It's mostly all he done when he was home alone. You quietly shut the door behind you, kicking your shoes to the side as you make your way upstairs.

You walk into the study room where George keeps his drum kit and dump your bag on the floor next to the mini sofa. He is oblivious to your presence as the noise of drums is so loud every footstep was masked. You place your hands on his shoulders and he jumps a little in surprise. Sliding your hands forward, you hug him from behind and kiss his cheek.

"How are you, my love?" His gruff voice speaks out as his hands rub up and down your arms. You smile and answer, "I'm fine babe, how are you?"

"I'm just a little stressed so I'm taking it out on the drum kit." You can feel his slight smile as he hints he wants to go back to drumming. You go to move away but he quickly grabs you and kisses your lips before letting you go.

You laugh lightly as his drumming starts up again and you lie on the couch, pulling out some studying for class.

~~~1 hour later~~~

You sit up and yawn while stretching. You notice George hasn't stopped drumming for the past hour and decide he needed a break. You flick a pen at him which causes him to stop drumming.

"Can you teach me how to drum?" You ask innocently. George turns in his seat to face you, his t-shirt sticking to his body and his face slightly red, glistening with sweat. You inhale sharply, he looked incredibly fuckable.

"Erm, sure. Come and sit." George says, oblivious to your arousal because of him. George stands from the seat and allows you sit. You take the drumsticks in your hands and holding them like you were taught in music class a few years back.

"Okay, good. You know how to hold them. Now place your right foot on the bass pedal and your left one on the high hat pedal." You done as told and nodded.

"Now cross your arms over like so," and you watched as he demonstrated then copied.

"Okay now, 'foot' is the bass, 'and' is the high hat and 'hand' is the snare. So hit every beat in order of; foot and hand and, foot and hand and." You done as told and turned to see George impressed. He shines a smile at you and tells you to continue but you don't miss how he quickly discards his sweat-ridden shirt. You shuffle a little in your seat as warmth pools at the bottom of your stomach.

"You okay?" George's voice interrupts your growing arousal.

"Mhm," you squeeze out, going back to drumming to take your mind off of the fact that he's shirtless behind you, right now, all hot and sweaty.

You continue to slyly shift in the seat while playing the drums before being interrupted by arms around your own. The blazing heat against your back didn't help with the situation down in your core.

George's hair tickled your face as he spoke lowly, "I'll show you how to play a fill." Your breath hitched as he lifted you slightly so he could sit behind you, his arms wrapping around yours again and you could feel his skin against your shirt.

He began drumming while holding you but you weren't paying attention. You're sure he wasn't either when you shuffled backwards slightly on the seat and one of his beats faltered. His breath was becoming shallow; from over working his muscles and from arousal.

You could feel him becoming hard behind you, his breath fanning across your cheek and your own breathing becoming shallow.

Having had enough, you drop your hands from the drumsticks and place them on each of his legs beside you. George groans and grinds against you causing you to let out a moan. The drumsticks clack to the floor as he drops them to undo the buttons on your shirt. He pulls back the collar and begins kissing and biting your neck and shoulders.