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“Honestly mate, I kinda hate these things. Feels so forced. I’m not so good at posing when I’m not playing.” IV stood with his brand new, custom guitar, holding it up for the camera. Adam was doing a quick photo shoot for social media.
“It’s fine, they won’t be able to see your expression through the mask or anything, you know, so just hold the guitar up and look at me.” Adam stepped closer to IV, adjusting the guitarist’s hand on the fingerboard and moving him around for the best angle to take the shot. IV couldn’t help but notice how gently Adam touched his hand and it caught him off guard for a second. “This. This is perfect.” The photographer said as he stepped back again, pointing the camera. “Don't move, you look so good.”
IV felt himself flush a little under the mask and he was thankful no one could see it. He’d always thought Adam was nice looking, but he just kind of ignored it for the most part, trying to keep things professional. He couldn’t help but wonder if he’d been missing any flirting from the photographer. Something about the way he said he looked good really messed with his brain a little. That combined with his soft touches. Shit. He instantly wondered how long he’d been standing there daydreaming. “Uh, thanks.. Did you get some good ones, then?” His voice cracked as he asked, and he cleared his throat, trying to play it off.
“Yeah man. Think this should do it. Whaddya say we go to the pub and have a couple?” Adam packed up his camera bag and supplies as IV put his guitar away. Going to the pub wasn’t anything new, but they’d never gone just the two of them.
The guitarist finished packing up and took his mask off, putting it away with everything else since the shoot was over. “Okay, sure …that sounds good. I could go for a brew.” He tried to talk himself down from the feelings he was having that came out of nowhere. It was like there was… something between them, but he figured it was just him, so he brushed it off.
The photographer nodded and started towards the door. “Right, I’ll just grab my car and we can ride together.”
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Adam pulled up to the same pub they’d frequently visited with the rest of the band and parked out front. Neither of the men had really spoken much on the way over. IV was trying not to think about the way he had felt when Adam touched him during the photo shoot. There’s no way it was anything more than innocent. I’m just overthinking this, he thought to himself. Maybe I need to get out and go on a date soon. Too much touring lately.
As they headed into the pub, Adam held the door for the guitarist and he followed him inside. They found a booth in a corner that was open. “Good as anywhere.” Adam said, and IV nodded in response.
The men had a few beers and talked at their table about some random tour stuff before getting up to shoot a round of pool. Adam was the better player of the two and it was pretty obvious to IV even after just a few shots. “I’m not the best. Haven’t played all that much. Just here and there for fun.” IV said as he aimed his next shot.
“Here, let me help you a bit.” Adam moved behind IV and put his arms around the guitarist and over his arms on the pool cue, adjusting the way he was holding it. His chest pressed against IV’s back. “Now, try that.”
IV’s head started to spin with the close contact from Adam. He was right back to the daydreaming again like at the photo shoot, but this time it was worse and he had no mask to hide his blush. “Oh… alright.” He was sure Adam could tell he was flustered now. He wasn’t even paying actual attention, but took the shot and made it, somehow. “Wow! Thanks.” He looked at Adam who’d moved to his side to watch the shot and caught the photographer wink in response. He wondered if he was seeing things.
“See, you can do it.” Adam assured him. “Next time you’ll win.” The guitarist couldn’t help his giddy smile. “I have a better pool table at my flat. If you want we could uh, play there instead, without all these people around in the way.” He looked over at IV for a response, resting his hand next to IV’s on the edge of the table, their pinky fingers barely brushing against each other.
This simple contact sent IV’s mind into a downward spiral and he bit his lip, the light touch feeling like an electric current straight to his core. What was happening? He’d never really thought of Adam this way before and certainly didn’t expect him to reciprocate. “I… okay, yeah. I’d like that. Less people.” He nodded, still biting his bottom lip and he knew then, for sure he wasn’t imagining things. He could see the way Adam was looking at him and felt the tension so strongly between them that told him if they stood there any longer like that, neither of them would likely care who was around.
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“Make yourself at home, I’m going to grab us something to drink, what would you like? I’ve got beer, water…I think some soda and orange juice.”
Adam kept walking into the kitchen as he asked, leaving IV standing in the living room.
“I’ll take a beer, thank you,” the guitarist smiled at no one as he spoke, but it was more of an awkward smile, standing in Adam’s house, feeling like he was on a date he didn’t even plan.
Adam returned to the living room after a moment carrying two cold beers, caps already removed. “So, where were we?” His eyes moved down IV’s body and back up again, meeting his gaze.
IV was still wondering about how he ended up there, but the way the photographer stared at him was quickly bringing back the previous tension between them from the pub. He took one of the beers from Adam’s hand and let his own hand slide over his fingers when he did. The same electric buzz he felt at the pool table returned and pulsed down into his stomach, making his cock stir in his pants. He wondered if Adam had ever been with a man before or if this was something new for him.
The photographer didn’t break eye contact for a very long moment and IV sat his beer down on the table next to him, without looking at it. He took another step closer until the pair were barely inches apart from one another and he could feel Adam’s breath on his face. IV wasn’t a shy person but he felt vulnerable now and wasn’t sure what his next move would be if he were to make one first. He quickly realized he wouldn’t have to.
Adam moved his arm to place his beer down next to IV’s and raised his other hand to the guitarist’s neck, his fingertips in the back of his hair. IV took a sharp breath.
No time was wasted once they’d both made it clear this is what they wanted. Hands and fingers were all over each other, fumbling with buttons and snaps. Adam’s lips quickly found IV’s, sucking and tasting the other’s. It was gentle and slow at first with the kissing, but neither of them could wait for much and things grew even more heated in a short time.
As IV was helping to get his own shirt off, he noticed the pool table in the corner of the room and smirked that they’d not even touched it. This made him start thinking about Adam’s arms…the way they felt around him in the pub, and only intensified his desire for them to be fully undressed.
Adam made quick work of the guitarist’s pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them with one hand, his other hand still around the back of his neck, lips sliding down to kiss across his bare collarbone. IV was nearly convinced that the photographer had done this before. Adam didn’t seem to be nervous at all, which was helping to quell his own nervousness. He hadn’t been this worked up in a long time. Something to do with the way he’d felt since the photo shoot.
IV was starting to unravel with all the kisses and the touching. Adam still had his clothes on which was driving him mad, but IV liked this a little too much. He liked submitting to someone willing to put in the work for him. He didn’t anticipate any sort of romantic relationship with Adam after this, so he just let the desire take over and really got into it. His fantasies started to play out in his mind while the photographer’s lips slid up his neck and sucked dark red hickies into his skin.
Adam’s hand moved inside the waistband and down the front of IV’s unzipped pants, fingers tracing the head of his cock, causing him to whine uncontrollably.
“Fuck, yeah.. please.” IV vocalized his submission. He wasn’t worried about keeping anything professional right now and this new touching finally had him letting all of his guard down.
“Yeah, you like that huh? You look so pretty when you whine for me.” Adam didn’t hold back. He was doing and saying everything he could to make IV a mess, and it was working. IV hadn’t been touched like this in a while.
Adam backed him up until he bumped into the pool table at the back of the room. He let his hands rest along the edges. The photographer’s hands were at IV’s hips, pushing his pants and boxers down. He stepped out of them as they dropped to the floor and kicked them away, toward the wall. “You going to teach me how to play, now?” He asked.
“Oh, that’s a good idea…” Adam leaned in and brushed his lips against IV’s ear and whispered “turn around for me.” The guitarist bit his lip and did as he was told, turning around and facing the pool table. Adam still being fully clothed behind him was really doing things to his head. He felt wholly vulnerable now, but he loved every second of it. It was obvious from his slick tipped, leaking, rock hard cock that was exposed.
The photographer grabbed a cue stick and chalked it, handing it to IV before unzipping his own pants and palming his pulsing cock over his underwear. “Show me how you did it at the pub.”
IV had flashbacks again and he needed to feel Adam’s arms around him the same way. He held the cue like he’d done earlier in the evening and lined up his shot, intentionally a little bit incorrectly.
“I guess I’ll have to show you again,” the photographer said, pressing his clothed erection up against IV’s bare ass, grinding it between his cheeks and wrapping his arms around the guitarist to adjust the cue. “That’s right. Just like this.”
“Fuck,” IV breathed. The contact was making him lose his mind and Adam still wasn’t even naked yet. He knew he wouldn’t last long once he was. He took the shot and as it went in, Adam pushed himself up against his ass harder, making him moan a little. “Just take me… mmmm.” IV whined, somewhat desperately. “I want to feel you.”
Adam’s palm traced the curve of his hip and down his thigh and tugged, pulling him back, even closer. “Slow down, love. I want to enjoy you.” He brought the same hand around to cup his balls and give them a light squeeze. IV arched, making his round ass push back more and the motion had Adam almost as turned on as IV, now. He didn’t want to relinquish any control, so he kept his composure as much as possible and swallowed his moan, though IV could hear the sound coming from his throat.
“Oh, don’t worry, darling. I’m gonna fuck this nice little ass, real hard… right here.. bent over this pool table. You want that?” His free hand moved to the small of IV’s back, slowly sliding up and pushing him down so that his chest was against the cloth of the table, then ran his hand down again and cupped one ass cheek, squeezing it roughly.
“Mmmm. Shit ..mm..Adam. Fuck yeah, I do,” IV gasped and stuttered. His cock was throbbing and leaking under the edge of the table while he was imagining how big Adam might be and how his cock would feel deep in his ass. The thought was sending him spiraling already and he drew his lip between his own teeth. The photographer had disappeared somewhere behind him and he could feel a breeze across his bare ass cheeks from the AC. He returned a moment later, having retrieved a bottle of lube from his room.
“Gosh.. I must say, I love having you nude and bent over my pool table. Quite the sight, indeed. He slicked his fingers in lube and teased them between IV’s cheeks, finding his tight hole and swirling around it with his fingertip.. “Just one at first.” He pushed in gently, curling his index finger into him and then sliding it out and back in a few times before adding another. “Good. Very good boy… mmm.”
IV bucked into his hand and clenched around his fingers, wanting more. “Oh, fuck…” He cursed. He was painfully close already and didn’t want to embarrass himself by cumming too quickly. Each touch was sending him places and he’d lost all spatial awareness. He reached for the edges of the table with both hands to have something to hold on to.
“Wait…Will you let me take a picture of you …like this? You can say no, but I’d love to have one…Just for me.” Adam trailed off, the tone of his voice revealing how much he wanted that picture and his intentions with it. He thrust a third finger in as he waited for a response and IV moaned, sounding even more desperate.
“Oh, fuck. Ahhh.. if I say yes, will you take your clothes off?” IV panted. “You can take one. Thinking about you looking at it later is fucking hot.” He thrust his hips down, taking the photographer’s fingers in deeper and groaned. He was dying to feel more of Adam.
Adam pulled his fingers out a little and shoved them back in again deeper, twisting and scissoring him open. “Don't move then.” He slid his fingers all the way out and IV groaned again. Adam went to the entry table where he’d left his camera, grabbing it with his dry hand. IV could hear the shutter sounds of the camera and way more than one of them. “A picture, huh?”
“Maybe a couple.” Adam smirked and moved to get one from the side of the pool table. “You look so fucking hot, wanting me, spread out all over my furniture.” He hummed as he set the camera back down. “Is this what you want?” He asked, sliding his pants and underwear off and leaving them next to the guitarist’s on the floor. IV waited to respond as Adam took his shirt off over his head and threw it in the pile, too.
He gawked at Adam’s now totally naked body on display before him and licked his lips obscenely and deliberately, making sure Adam could see how his tongue traced over them. “God, yes.” He finally answered. “Please fuck me, now. Maybe teach me something else, huh?” He tugged his bottom lip into his mouth, making a wet sucking sound.
Adam’s dick was twitching at the lewd display IV was giving him and the dirty submissive talk. He walked back up behind the guitarist and teased the head of his cock up and down his ass crack, a little precum spilling out of the hole and smearing over his skin. He took the bottle of lube and squeezed it, coating his cock in it, pumping his palm up and down the shaft. IV knew he was teasing him back with the filthy sounds it made and he rocked his hips, trying to push back and feel it.
“You’re so needy. I told you I want to enjoy you. This…” He motioned to all of IV with the hand not holding his cock, but the other man couldn’t see him anyway. “…is fucking sexy.” He slapped his palm against IV’s ass cheek, still continuing to stroke his own cock in his other hand and IV whined, rolling his hips.
Adam leaned in and licked a stripe across the crease at the side of IV’s waist. “Maybe I should tie your hands, since you’re so needy.” He pushed the tip of his cock between IV’s cheeks and found his tight hole, barely brushing up against it.
“God, fuck… shit… ughhhh… “ IV cursed and ground his ass back hard, trying again to fuck himself on Adam’s dick. He didn’t move his arms from the table but he wanted to reach under it and touch himself, too. He felt like he could cry. “God..please.. Adam.”
The way IV said his name, sounding so fucked out, made the photographer insane. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer and he grabbed his hip with his other hand, pulling him into him as he pushed inside roughly, filling him halfway and then sliding all the way in until his hips were flush against him. He grabbed IV by the sides to pull him closer. Their bodies made smacking sounds when their thighs hit together as he picked up the pace.
A single tear fell down IV’s cheek, but he was moaning ferally, finally getting what he wanted and he felt so full and good. He cursed repeatedly and dug his fingertips into the wood on either side of himself.
“Maybe you don’t need those hands tied up.. you’re being so good for me. You feel so goddamn perfect.” Adam was moaning his praises, leaning all the way over him and running one hand into his hair, tugging and pulling it between his fingers. “Mmmm, fuck. So fucking tight and slick and wet.” He pounded into him faster and threw his head back, groaning.
IV circled his hips, writhing beneath him and focusing on feeling every inch of him as he filled him over and over again. He pressed the side of his cheek into the velvety cloth of the table and closed his eyes. “Umph.. harder, please.” IV begged, but he felt his cock dripping under the table and he craved release. “Will you touch me? I could cum any second.” He whined.
The photographer hummed and reached around his thigh, slowly palming his thick and needy cock and IV cursed. He stroked him gently at first and then faster, twisting his palm around him until he arched, his face contorting in pleasure and screams.
“That’s it baby, that’s a good boy… cum all over my fingers. Soak me.” Adam was moaning the words, feeling seconds away from his own climax, fucking him into the table and drilling his prostate with each thrust. “You’re such a dirty and needy boy, make a mess everywhere for me.” He tugged once more at the same time going as deep as he could and impaling IV’s ass on his dick and the guitarist wailed, reaching his release. He came fast and hard and coated Adam’s fingers, some of the table and the floor.
“Fuck! IV….,” Adam’s eyes rolled back and he arched into him, holding him roughly against the table and emptying everything he had inside him all at once. He let go of his hips and stayed close, pushing into him one last time, their sweat covered chest and back sliding against one another.
The photographer had to pause a moment before he could move at all, then slowly pulled himself out and helped IV up off the table. He turned him around to face him and kissed him hard, still winded and breathless. “Fuck, I wasn’t expecting that today.”
“You and me both,” IV slid his sweaty palm up Adam’s chest and looked in his eyes before they broke apart. “To be honest, I didn’t even know you were into me like that.” He spoke more casually once his breathing steadied.
Adam scoffed playfully. “Your ass is so fucking nice. Why do you think I’ve been taking pictures of it so much in those tight, striped fucking dress pants on stage… shit. You know exactly what you’re doing in those. Getting pulled around the stage by your mask. It’s been weeks of trying to control my thoughts. I guess I just finally lost my self control today.” He shrugged. “Let’s go take a shower, you’re a mess. Maybe I’ll teach you something in there, too.”