(This one takes place today (11/20) and is the much requested follow up to ^^)
“How long do we have before band?” mused Brandon, throwing his music back into his backpack. He looked expectantly at his friend-turned-lover, Justin.
“It’s from 1:15 to 4:30. Luuuuucky us. We should ditch,” suggested Justin playfully.
Brandon, on the other hand, had a different idea. “We have over half an hour before we have to play. That’s plenty of time to...” his voice trailed off and he looked towards the drum closet. Brandon reached for Justin’s hand and started off towards the small, isolated room.
Justin flushed bright crimson and pulled back. “H-hey you know we would get caught.”
“That’s what makes it fun,” smiled Brandon. “Don’t be a wuss.” He leaned in close to Justin and his lips gently grazed his ear, sending shivers down his spine. “Besides,” he spoke slyly, “You love me, don’t you?”
A few minutes later, the couple was separated from the drama of the band room by nothing but a green door. The voices of their friends were still clear and audible from inside the room. Brandon pinned Justin to the wall and nipped at his neck.
“Ummmm Brandon this really isn’t---”
Justin’s sentence was quickly terminated by Brandon’s passionate lips. The boys were both hard and wanted more than anything to relieve the strain in their pants. To keep from being discovered, they tried their hardest to conceal their sighs of pleasure, slivers of moans still escaped their lips. Justin’s hands rested cautiously on Brandon’s waist and he jumped each time he heard a noise in the room outside.
Brandon sensed his partner’s discomfort and pulled apart. “We can always wait until later,” he smiled wistfully. “Are you free tonight?”
“As free as ‘Murica,” replied Justin. He contemplated for a moment, then grabbed Brandon’s face for one long last kiss. The pair opened the door and stepped back into the land of the straight. Brandon glanced left and saw Codey grinning at the pair with his phone out. His face was pink from holding in his laughter.
“Did you kids have fun in there?” He struggled for air as his laughter was finally freed and he howled at the sight of the two percussionists.
Brandon and Justin’s pallor faded to powdery shade of white. “W-what are you talking about?” asked Justin, trying to stay calm.
“Don’t try to lie to me, boys. I’ve got it all on here,” he gestured to his phone. “You guys were having fun a bit too loudly.” He winked.
“Let’s wreck him,” suggested Justin.
Steve walked in, saving Codey from getting his ass beat. “Get your drums on, guys. We’re playing in a few minutes.”
The rest of the session was tense. Luckily the mallet players were separated from the battery, so the couple was spared suggestive glances from the large (burn) bassoon player who now knew far too much.
