Hot Breath

Marching Band AU

It was the end of a long day full of sweating and waiting and marching. Michael had been teasing his friend James all day, in the hopes of it coming to something on the ride home. He made sure to walk in front of James, showing off his ass. Even accentuated his thick thighs during warm up. James wasn't used to the attention, and was flustered easily, encouraging Michael to continue. This carried on until after their performance on the field, when everyone went to go change out of their bibbers.
In the bathroom, Michael made sure James's eyes never left his body. Naturally, Michael put on some tight-fitting shorts accompanied by the band's show shirt. James had put the same shirt on, but put on some black work out shorts Michael had seen him wear during practice. On their way out of the bathroom, Michael gently squeezed James's ass, grinning when a hand slapped his shoulder playfully. "Hey!" James exclaimed.
"What was that for, James?" Michael purred. James didn't reply, his face tinted a pretty pink.
The band was sitting in the stands now, watching their peers perform as the sun went down. James and Michael sat together, as friends do. Michael, like the needy bitch he was, told James to put his arm around him. James, who liked cuddling, went with it and had put his arm around Michael's shoulders. Michael didn't mind much and put his arm around James's waist. James tensed for a second before relaxing, causing Michael to remove his arm. "Was that too much? I'll stop, if you really want me to," He said quietly, so only James could hear.
"No, it's fine, I'm just not used to being touched there." James replied just as stealthily, never taking his eyes off of the band performing. Michael smiled to himself before snaking his arm around James's waist again. The band on the field was currently playing a slow, sweet jazz piece, with a saxophone playing into a microphone. The others were marching slowly but their feet looked very clean. At this point, Michael and James had put their heads together.
Michael moved his head so he could speak into James's ear. "I wonder if this will do anything... " he whispered in a low, gravelly voice. He started tracing circles into James's thigh, and he could feel James shudder. "Oh? You must have more of a thigh thing than I do," Michael chuckled. Out of annoyance, James started digging his nails into Michael's shoulder, making Michael exhale shakily. "So I had a girlfriend that would dig her nails into my shoulder like that. She would bite my neck, too. Sometimes she would break skin.." James immediately removed himself from Michael completely.
"Ew! You didn't have to tell me that," James complained. Michael pouted at the loss of contact, but soon forgot it as James reunited with him. "I've done much nastier things." Michael almost growled.
"Oh, really? Like what?" James replied sarcastically. Michael grinned.
"I grew my hair out so someone could pull it, grab it from behind and fuck me. So fair warning, I don't know what sounds will come out of my mouth if you do that. At least warn me before you do." Michael muttered quietly. James's face grew red as an image of Michael on a bed, ass in the air, legs spread wide, ready to have his brains fucked out came into his mind.
"Aw, is someone having dirty thoughts?" Michael chuckled, his voice husky. You have no idea, James thought to himself, growing redder.
"Hey, Dickson is starting their show! I heard it was good, so shut the fuck up." James mumbled. Michael smirked, amused, but shut up. That wouldn't stop him though.
Just as the intro for Dickson High School's first movement started, Michael began tracing circles into James's thigh again, agonizingly slow. James's breath hitched, but he didn't take his eyes off of the field. As the band crescendoed, Michael dug his nails deeper and deeper into James's shoulder, causing him to gasp. Michael chuckled, the traces of a grin on his face.
James played with Michael's hair, just to fuck with him back. As the band grew particularly loud, James's snaked his hand into Michael's hand hold of hair and grasped it tightly. He wasn't prepared for Michael to put a hand over his mouth to mute his breathy moan. James could feel his raging hard on pulsate from the look of helplessness Michael gave him. He tightened his grip and looked into Michael's eyes before finally letting go. "Fuck. I didn't expect you to do it for 30 seconds!" Michael shuddered as he let the hand over his mouth drop to James's thigh.
James had never experienced anything like this before, and try all he might, he couldn't get his dick to calm the fuck down. Michael, however, had grown accustomed to this and was watching his breathing in order to not cum in his shorts. The two silently agreed that they wouldn't step it up a notch until the bus ride home. It was a three hour drive, after all.
On their way to the bus, with the sun completely gone, Michael moaned quietly into James's ear, "Daddy..." James's heart beat faster, he could almost feel it pounding against his chest, his pulse ringing in his ears. When they finally made it to the bus, the two young men made their way into the very last seat, and, just to be safe, told everyone that the seat to their right was the designated baggage area. So as long as no one looked behind them, they could get away with almost anything.
"You said we'd cuddle, right? Was there.. Anything else that came to mind?" Michael whispered, his voice husky once more.
"Maybe." James replied quietly, nervous about all of the other people on the bus. Michael dug his nails into James's shoulder once more, and when James let out a quiet moan, Michael grabbed James's hair and pulled him closer so he could whisper into his ear. "What was that? I couldn't hear you." Michael smirked, watching James's pupils grow wider as he tightened his grip on his hair.
James had finally reached 'fuck it'. He licked his lips and gently bit Michael's neck, and sucked. He made sure that the mark he left was far enough under his neckline so he wouldn't get in trouble later. James raised his lips to Michael's, but Michael claimed James's mouth first, focusing on his bottom lip. James, who had never kissed anyone before, melted into Michael, biting Michael's upper lip enough so Michael opened his mouth, giving James access.
He licked all around Michael's mouth, loving the feeling of Michael's mouth on his. "You taste sweeter than I thought you would.." James smiled against Michael's mouth, his eyes closed.
"So you've been thinking about me?" Michael purred. James rolled his eyes at Michael, putting a finger against his lips. Michael licked the finger that was in front of him. James had enough and thought he'd surprise Michael by squeezing Michael through his shorts, looking into Michael's eyes the whole time.
"Is this okay?" James asked, worried that he had gone too far. Michael, pupils blown wide, nodded. James slowly made a trail of kisses, starting at Michael's neck, going down, down down...