One-Shot Erotica

Wet (David/Richie)

Fetish: WaterSports

Wandering hands explored and fumbled with zippers and buttons, David and Richie stumbling off the elevator locked in a passionate kiss. The hotel bar had been near empty considering the hour, lucky for them since they didn't have to hide their affection.

The tour had turned grueling with Jon's bitch level rising each day, especially after finding out his ex-lover and guitarist, Richie, found a new partner. Much to Jon's disgust, he'd walked in on Richie pinning David to his dressing room wall after hearing moans from the hallway.

They'd been caught with their pants down, literally, and soon suffered the vengeance of Jon's wrath. He refused to speak or even make eye contact with either of them, instead of talking through Tico, Matt, or Hugh.

So it was a great relief when he declined to go to the bar with the band, leaving David and Richie to enjoy the laid back atmosphere. Drink after drink, the tequila made Richie's head swim until David pulled playfully at his belt and paid their tab.

"God D....need you...hurry the fuck up, will ya?" he breathed as they fumbled down the hallway from the elevator toward his suite.

David groaned when Richie pressed against him, showing the effect his lover had. "Fuck, baby," he grunted, jamming the key card into the slot and turning the handle.

They fell back into the room, fingers tangling in blonde curls and brown locks. Richie tore off David's shirt, the buttons popping off violently and he shed the offending material.

Richie's fingers squeezed and rolled David's nipples, the blonde's head dropping back against the wall as that talented tongue flicked out over the nub. He ghosted one hand down David's stomach till his fingers reached the fabric of his pants.

Breathing out a disgruntled huff, he followed the edge to the zipper and button and quickly unfastened them. With a nip to the hard little nub between his lips, he dropped to one knee to peel the pants down the blonde's legs and helped his feet out of the confines.

Richie took a moment to gaze up from where he was to be met with fevered blue eyes watching his every move. "So fucking beautiful..." he breathed.

David reached down to stroke the head of his cock, a bead of wetness seeping from the tiny hole. He swiped his finger across it, holding it out in offering to Richie. "Care for a taste?"

"Been waiting all night, babe," he smiled and opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue. As David touched his finger to his tongue, Richie closed his lips around the digit and suckled on it, humming at the taste of his lover as his tongue danced around it in a teasing promise.

David chuckled softly as Richie grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him closer, his cock rubbing along Richie's sweet lips. "Mmm, my man always wants more, huh?"

"Always..." Richie murmured against velvety smoothness. He stood abruptly and surprised David by gripping his shoulders and spinning him, slamming his front up against the wall.

"Right now though, I want to make slow...sweet...love to you, sweetness," he whispered in David's ear, tracing the delicate shell with the tip of his tongue. He swept aside the golden curls and followed the column of his neck down to where it meets his shoulder, laying hot, open-mouthed kisses along the trail.

"Mmm, Rich," David whimpered, his eyes closing and he shivered.

Running his hands down David's arms, Richie captured his wrists and held them up against the wall above his head. "Don't move till I say so."

"Yes, baby," David breathed, his abs tightening with anticipation and his lover's touch. He felt Richie press up behind him, chest to back, and slowly rocked his ass side to side. "But..."