"Another town, another show. And here we go again," Simon thought as he followed his bandmates backstage, the cheers of the crowd still ringing in his ears.

Had it been that good? He couldn't remember. All that came back to his mind, again and again, was the look that had passed between himself and Robert before they'd gone on.

"Simon?" Robert had said. When his friend had turned, Robert caught and held his brown eyes with his own blue ones...eyes so full of dark promise. Then Robert had grinned —no, he'd leered at him, his tongue darting out and flicking like a snake's. Simon had nearly groaned aloud as a bolt of purest lust struck his groin —he barely managed to bite it back.

'Bastard,' He'd thought. 'Two can play that way, mate.' He'd looked at Robert from under his lowered lashes —a look he knew Robert liked— then returned the lewd gesture, finishing by slowly licking his lush lips. Robert had groaned, making Simon chuckle low, which prompted a glare from his bandmate...even so, those blue eyes still promised so much...then they'd gone on stage.

Here and now, with their bandmates about, there would be no suggestive play or lingering looks. The friends were being careful, as they always were with the others about. As open-minded as their mates were, Robert wasn't too sure they'd fancy the idea of him and Simon being bedmates as well as bandmates.

'Not that it's always confined to the bed,' he thought, a wicked grin threatening to surface as he remembered how one day Simon had stalked silently up to him, that look in his eyes, pushed him up against the cupboard, and had him with that luscious mouth. Robert had returned the favor most eagerly. Of course, afterwards there had been more of the post-passion angst that always seemed to happen between them, but lately there were more good times and less angst.

Robert shivered, wishing they were done here as he sipped at his lager and tried to pay attention to what Roger was saying. He was doing a good job of it too until Perry dropped the bottle opener. It bounced, landing a few feet away from his friend.

"Bloody hell," he muttered, and moved to pick it up, not kneeling to do so, but bending over. Robert found he couldn't pull his eyes away from their bandmate's backside—how had he missed it? Perry was really quite attractive. Looking at Simon, Robert noticed his friend entertaining the same thoughts, and raised a brow to him.

Simon found his gaze drawn to the guitarist. He really was quite attractive. Simon would have liked to take him in more deliberately, but he couldn't afford to. Not that he worried for Robert being jealous—they'd talked often enough about band members (at times, the emphasis truly being on members!) past and present—but he didn't wish to give things away. He wondered, though, how would Robert feel about seducing Perry into their play?

Simon's handsome face suddenly twisted into a sneer. 'Why the hell do I care if Robert's nose gets out of joint?' he demanded of himself irritably. 'We play around because we like it, not because we're in love or anything.'

His gaze was suddenly drawn to his best friend, sitting on the couch, knees to chin, apparently deep in thought. 'Won't take a bloody psychic to know what's on his mind,' Simon thought, annoyance warring with desire as he tried to imagine what his friend had in mind.

His suspicions were confirmed when Robert's eyes darted about, looking to see if anyone was watching, then slowly licked his lips at Simon.

Simon shook all over, anger and lust raging within. 'Bastard!' his mind hissed. 'Once...just once...I want to be the one who drives you mad, who seduces you. You are going to get it but good tonight.'

'You are going to get it,' Robert thought as he stared into the chocolate depths of Simon's eyes. 'I may be the aggressor, but you always wind up with the upper hand. You're always the dominant one.'

He only distantly heard what Perry was saying in reply to whatever it had been that Roger had said. His mind was lost in a fantasy of the little surprise he had for Simon. The thought brought a wolfish smile to his face. It didn't faze him at all that Simon was smiling back at him the same way.

It was time to head back. Simon stood and stretched luxuriantly, a seemingly innocent gesture, but it nearly made Robert moan. He bit one crimson-slick lip as a deep shiver wracked him. 'Seems Simon has taken to playing my games,' Robert thought. He stretched as well, arching his back, hips thrusting towards his friend. His deep blue silk shirt pulled out of his trousers, letting Simon feast his eyes upon Robert's creamy, smooth skin.

Simon clenched his teeth at the thought of pressing fevered kisses to that narrow band of exposed midriff before slowly running his tongue along it, slowly moving lower...he grinned wolfishly again. 'You are going to pay, my friend. Oh yes.'

'Just you wait, Simon,' Robert thought, seeing Simon's grin through the narrowed slits of his eyes. So far, it was all going as he wanted.

At that moment, Perry stuck his head back in the doorway. "What are you guys waiting for? Engraved invitations to tea?" He grinned cheekily at them, adding, "One might think you were getting up to something in here!"

"Funny, mate," Robert said, doing his best to sound irked and keeping most of the amusement from his voice.

Simon tried not to smirk. Perry ducked back out the door and walked away chuckling, but not before his bandmates shared an identical thought: they'd both briefly considered grabbing Perry, locking the door, and having their wicked way with him.

First things first, though. Robert and Simon exchanged a final, smoldering look before following Perry out. Just before they caught up to the others, Simon leaned in close and bit Robert's ear. He shivered, pain and pleasure twining together like serpents, then shivered again as Simon purred, 'You are going to suffer tonight, Smith."

"W-we'll see, won't we?" Robert replied in the husky tones Simon so enjoyed. "I might have a few surprises of my own." Simon's chuckle was slightly shaky as they reached the hotel.
 

Robert was still shivering when they reached the hotel bar for the usual post- show drinking bout. Eyeing him with some concern Roger said, "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine, Roger," Robert assured his friend. "Just a bit chilly. Why do Americans seem intent on having everything cold, including the beer?" Their bandmates chuckled, nodding, as Simon and Robert took their seats.

"No worries," Simon assured them. His foot suddenly nudged Robert's thigh under the table—from the feel of it he'd slipped off his boot. "I'm sure once you get upstairs you'll be warm enough." His face was a study in innocence...not even a hint of smoulder in those deep brown eyes, eyes that normally reduced Robert's will to ashes.

But not tonight. 'Maybe I'll have to blindfold you too,' Robert thought, hiding his wicked smile behind his Heineken. He tried not to jump as Simon's foot slid up and down his inner thigh, agonizingly close to his hardened cock. "Quite," he answered his friend, then took another sip of his beer.

Neither of them noticed Perry as he favored them both with a long speculative look followed by a secretive smile.

Robert excused himself to go upstairs a short time later. From the look in Simon's eyes, he knew his friend assumed he had driven Robert to madness and the singer was conceding victory. It pleased Robert to let his friend think that, but he was very glad that the bar was dimly lit. His cock ached fiercely as he walked out of the bar and took the elevator up to their rooms.

Shortly after, the rest of their band followed their leader's example and headed up to their rooms. Simon knew Robert would be in his room, but for appearance's sake, he ducked into his own after saying goodnight to his bandmates.

He closed the door behind him, not yet bothering to turn on the lights. He'd be leaving soon anyway. Still, he sat down on the edge of his bend...pondering what was to come, a wicked smile on his face.

Strong arms wrapped themselves around him, pulled him to the bed. He opened his mouth to yell in surprise only to have soft, lush lips close down on his mouth...Simon struggled madly until he realized the touch of familiar crimson- slicked lips was Robert's.

"Robert...!" he managed, still in shock by his friend's sudden ambush. "How did—"

"Shut up," Robert growled, sending a thrill of excited fear through Simon. Robert pushed his friend back against the pillows.

Simon was still too startled to struggle much, even when Robert wrapped something cool and silky around his wrists, tying them to the bed.

"Robert...what—what are you doing?"

Robert pressed his lips to Simon's briefly, then sat up to switch on the light. Simon blinked against the light, then closed his eyes, heart racing, fearful and excited at once.

He felt the cool caress of Robert's hand on his cheek. "Look at me, Si." Simon opened his eyes, blinking briefly, then regarded him steadily. Robert caressed his cheek again. "Surprise, Simon. Seems I have the upper hand, no?"

He traced his finger lightly over Simon's full mouth. Simon kissed his fingertip before he could stop himself, then nipped it sharply. Robert slapped his cheek lightly. "Bad Simon," he scolded. "Behave yourself." Then leaning in close he whispered, "Only if you want this."

"Do it, you bastard."

Smiling, Robert straddled Simon's waist. He bent close to his friend, his lips brushing Simon's in a feathery caress. When his friend didn't respond he deepened the kiss, his tongue darting and licking. Finally Simon parted his lips, whimpering softly.

Robert thrust his tongue between them, seeking his bandmate's, his hands stroking his hair. Slowly he ground his hips against Simon's in a seductive rhythm. His friend moaned softly, hands twisting above his head, then suddenly he bucked up sharply against Robert.

The sudden push of Simon's rigid cock against his made Robert moan. He ground down against his friend, Simon's cries making the resulting lustful ache in Robert's groin worth it. "Ahhh...Robert...you're torturing me!"

"Then behave." He made quick work of the buttons on Simon's shirt, baring his chest to Robert's hungry gaze. That finished, Robert gently caressed the exposed flesh, reaching up to give Simon's hard nipples a sudden sharp pinch. Simon yelped in surprised pain, then glared at his friend, a little frightened. He'd never known Robert to show cruelty in their passion. Even when Simon had hit him. Perhaps that was what this was about.

"Robert...Robert, listen to me. I know I've been a bastard at times." Simon looked at his friend imploringly, but all he saw was implacable lust.

In answer, Robert gracefully moved off Simon's waist to kneel at his side. Slowly, he trailed one hand down his friend's bound form, relishing his friend's reactions. In spite of his fear, Simon twisted and moaned in his bonds under Robert's attentions. Robert held his brown eyes captive as his hands moved with agonizing slowness down his friend's lean body. Suddenly pissed at himself and Robert, Simon bit down on his lower lip hard. He wouldn't give Robert the satisfaction of hearing him moan again!

In answer, Robert's fingers teased the waistband of his trousers. Simon squeezed his eyes tightly as his friend toyed with his belt buckle. "Open your eyes, Simon," Robert purred, slapping his friend's cheek lightly once more. When Simon obeyed, glaring daggers at his lover, Robert lightly traced the contours of his friend's hard, straining cock through the thin fabric of his trousers. Simon bit his lip bloody trying to hold in a keening whimper, his hips lifting to meet Robert's hand.

Robert licked his lips then leaned forward to lick the thin trickle of blood from Simon's lip, relishing his friend's soft moan. Robert slowly pulled down Simon's zipper with his teeth, relishing his friend's surprised gasp, the gasp becoming a cry as Robert briefly nuzzled his exposed cock before sitting back up, shushing Simon's protest with a kiss.

"Tell me what you want."

Simon looked up at his friend, unable to believe his ears. Suddenly he gave a short laugh, which turned into a soft cry as Robert teased him with feather light caresses. "R-robert," he stammered, his growing arousal making it hard for him to speak. "You-you know what I want!"

Robert's eyes were smoky with desire as he leaned down to whisper, "Yes I do. But I want to hear you say it, Si."

When Simon's dark eyes narrowed rebelliously, Robert chuckled, the wicked sound sending a shudder through Simon's restrained form. With a slow smile, Robert kissed and licked his way down Simon's body, bringing a constant stream of low moans from his bound bandmate.

When he reached his destination, Robert held his lips away for seconds, feeling Simon's restrained form quiver, trying to thrust his hips forward into the warm, moist confines of his friend's lush mouth.

As Robert lowered his head, Simon moaned, long and loud, the moan becoming a cry as Robert's lips gently kissed the head of the inflamed organ, leaving a smear of lipstick-crimson on scarlet. "Tell me what you want, Simon," he repeated, his warm breath caressing Simon's swollen shaft.

"Damn-damn you Robert!" Simon hissed between clenched teeth. He cried out, the sound too loud in his ears as Robert teased his engorged member with snake-like flicks of his tongue. Unable to stop himself, he thrust his hips up, but Robert was too quick for him.

"Tell me what you want Simon, and it's yours," Robert told him, his cheek resting on his friend's hip, his hair tickling his bare skin. Those blue, blue eyes, gazing up into his, dark with passion, lips oh so close to where he needed them most.

As Simon watched, Robert's tongue slithered out to lick at his scarlet lips. That did it. The last of his control shattered, Simon pleaded with his friend in a near whimper. "Robert, please, your mouth…please, I need it, oh Robert please, suck me! Please--ohhhh!"

Simon cried out, thrusting deeply into Robert's mouth, sobbing with pleasure as his friend's lips formed a hot, wet seal around him. He was only vaguely aware of Robert's triumphant chuckle as he pleasured his friend, tongue flicking and stroking as Robert moved his head back and forth. Slowly at first, then faster, meeting Simon's frenzied rhythm as he writhed and bucked, moaning. "Robert! Ahh, god, ohhhh...!"

Simon nearly screamed his frustration when Robert abruptly pulled his mouth away. Robert silenced him with a warning glare, them stripped his pants off, then Simon's. All Robert had between him and nudity was a pair of black silk boxers. He smiled as Simon devoured him with his eyes, then climbed to his feet atop the bed.

Simon looked up at his friend, puzzled, then shocked as Robert held onto the headboard for balance and placed one foot, gently but firmly, atop Simon's chest. Robert looked down at his friend and saw the emotions warring there-fierce pride, anger, lust, love. Simon looked back, seeing those things reflected in his friend's eyes, He understood, and spoke a single word.

"Yes."

Robert accepted his best friend's surrender and lay between his legs. This time there was no teasing as He took Simon's still hard cock into his mouth, sucking and licking him into a moaning frenzy. Robert, aroused by Simon's passion, moaned as well, writhing against the bed as he moved harder, faster, one hand reaching between Simon's legs to cup and massage his balls.

The combined caresses quickly sent Simon towards an incredible orgasm, his legs wrapping themselves around his friend's neck as he threw back his head, every vein and tendon on his neck standing out as he gave a near-scream of ecstasy, his climax washing over him in a huge dark wave.

Robert gently pulled his mouth away from his friend's still-quivering organ then moved him to straddle Simon's chest once more. He leaned forward and kissed Simon deeply, sharing his taste with him until Simon whimpered softly. "Ahh... Robert... you..." Robert nodded then stripped off his boxers. Simon smiled almost sweetly as Robert moved forward.

A sudden pounding at the door startled them both nearly witless. "Simon? Are you all right? I thought I heard you yelling." It was Perry, his voice fraught with concern and, the friends would have sworn a hint of knowing amusement.

"Hold on, Perry," Simon called as Robert hastily untied his wrists. Robert finished then ducked gracefully into the bathroom. Simon rolled off the bed, yanked on his pants, then stumbled to the door. He took a deep breath that became an artfully feigned yawn as he opened the door.

Perry eyed him with a cheeky grin. "Well... that must have been some dream!" Simon bit back a smirk. "It was. Why don't you come in, and I'll tell you all about it?" His smile was just short of predatory as Perry walked inside.

  
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