In his place one hundred candles burning..
As salty sweat drips from his chest.
His hips move and I can feel what they're saying, swaying..
They say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya.
Black lipstick stains on his glass of red wine..
I am your servant, may I light your cigarette.
Those lips smooth, yeah I can feel what you're saying, praying..
They say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya....
I beg to serve, your wish is my law..
Now close those eyes, and let me love you to death..
Shall I prove that I mean what I'm saying, begging..
I say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya.
Let me love you to death....
Am I good enough..
For you?
Am I good enough..
For you?
Am I?
Am I good enough..
For you.
Matt smiled, standing amongst a full crowd of fans. His dark curls hung loose against his shoulders, slightly damp from perspiration. It was late June, so it was just beginning to get pretty humid out. The loose, baggy black pants he wore blew in the warm breeze, brushing against the steel toe of his leather boots. He wore a sheer, dark ruby-colored shirt, which was casually unbuttoned to expose his sweat-slicked chest. The twin glint of his nipple rings dangerously sparkled in the iridescent lights flashing onstage. He glanced down at the soggy soil underneath his heels, the hair on his face smoothly shaven except for a small patch of dark hair under his chin.
Type-O Negative. A concert. Matt smirked, calmly smoking a cigarette as his body lightly moved to the hypnotic rhythm of the song. His head nodded to the dark beat, wet spirals of hair falling over his face as his arm hugged close to his abdomen. He had to admit he really wasn’t a big fan of the band, more of an observer. He licked his full bottom lip, blowing out a tiny puff of smoke as his gaze suddenly flickered up.
Peter Steele. The band’s lead singer. The gorgeously gothic bass player with a wonderfully careless reputation. He stood on stage, the mic-stand suggestively rubbing between his denim-covered thighs. Glossy, black pieces of the item formerly known as his bass guitar were smashed on the stage, awkwardly sticking against his thick heels. His chest glistened with sweat, his nipples hard and round, just waiting to be bitten. An eagle tattoo stood out against his flushed skin, permanently inked into his left bicep.
Long strands of his raven-colored hair fell over his mysterious gaze as he breathed heavily into the microphone, his voice deeply seductive and sexually-manipulative. His emerald gaze burned a hole into the crowd, the loudly-shrill screams of the female fans ripping into the cool, night air. He ran his tongue over his lips, grinning sadistically as he controlled the masses with his unbridled talent. Talent to sing, arouse, influence what people felt, wanted, or needed. He briefly leaned over to darkly bellow out the sick lyrics, looking over at a handsome brunette with a smirk.
“Be my druidess, be my everything..”, Peter sung mysteriously, staring deep into the man’s eyes, his jade gaze melting into the set of dark chocolate eyes.
Matt smiled lightly, flicking the burnt ashes of his cigarette onto the ground. He felt his cock already stirring in response to the attention, seductively running his spiked tongue-stud over his upper lip before tossing the bud to the grass. His leather boot crushed out the tiny flame, tiny swirls of smoke emerging from under his shoe. His luscious lips parted to mouth the words to the song, their desirable eye-contact never breaking once.
He wanted to fuck him. Possibly after the show, possibly after his head stopped spinning, or possibly on-stage. His dark-almond gaze drunk in the sight of the brunette, smirking as his eyes locked onto the considerable bulge in Peter’s jeans. Matt moaned lightly, his body shuddering at the mere thought of Peter’s huge cock buried deep inside his ass. He laughed softly. He would have him, even if he had to sneak backstage.
Peter closed his eyes briefly to sing the final line, “I'll do anything to make you cum.”, his voice was so stunningly deep that it sent shivers up and down his own spine.
The crowd cheered and whistled, clapping loudly for the charismatic band as the drummer rolled out one last rudimental before walking off the stage. The keyboard player and the other guitar player left the stage, waving their middle fingers to a screaming sold-out crowd.
As Peter’s eyelids fluttered open, they came to rest on Matt once more, winking at him before grinding his confined erection against the metal microphone stand. His long fingers were cupped around the head of the microphone, his tongue snaking out to indicatively lick at the grated metal. With a smirk, he leaned down to hand a yellow-colored pass to one of the security employees, tilting his head in Matt’s direction. The guard nodded, lifting a curious eyebrow as Peter lewdly grabbed his crotch, grinning mischievously at the brunette as he left the stage.
Matt ran a hand through his tangled curls, pushing past a few people to snatch the laminated pass out of the man’s hand. With an evil smile, he waggled his eyebrows, displaying his stiff middle finger before strolling off to the right wing of the stage. His body was still trembling.
Peter’s voice, his passion, his unrestrained raw sexuality. Matt breathed deeply, confidently displaying his pass before ducking through an onyx-colored curtain. Backstage. Matt smiled, the solid thud of his heels echoing throughout the empty space as he searched for Peter. His gaze extended to a large brown door, a simple white tag dangling from the silver doorknob.
’do not disturb’
Peter peered up at Matt with a wicked grin, sighing deeply as the brunette immediately kneeled between his legs. He squeezed his throbbing cock before leaning down to part the younger man’s beautiful lips. He didn’t even want to know his name. He had to leave town the next morning to travel for another show, and he really could spare himself the simplties. Besides, the look in the man’s eyes told him he wasn’t that sort of type. A hot, thoroughly-passionate fuck. What they obviously both wanted.
Matt moaned against Peter’s inner thighs, his tongue lapping at the older man’s balls, which were hot and heavy with his arousal. The taller man’s testicles felt incredible against his warm tongue, his mouth heatedly breathing against the brunette’s sack. His tongue trailed through the fine wisps of pubic hair rested at the base of Peter’s erection, before raising up to tease at his cockhead. Tiny, sweet beads of pre-cum already leaked from the stretched slit, temptingly collecting at the tip.
Matt smirked, leaning forward to swirl the apex of his tongue in Peter’s essence, softly murmuring against his skin as his lips wrapped around the pulsing member. His jaws stretched to take the unusually thick cock, surprised at not only the girth but the impressive length. Peter was easily 10 inches. Not even that figure gave his cock full justice. The velvety skin felt wonderful pressed against his tongue, his lips firmly wrapped around the throbbing shaft as he smoothly deep-throated the entire length. Now that’s Matt for ya. Always up for a challenge.
Peter gasped softly. No one had ever been able to swallow his whole cock. His eyes fluttered shut as he back arched up into the brunette’s mouth. To say that the sensation was incredible, was a bloody understatement. Silken waves of hair fell down his sweat-slickened back as he lost himself to the rippling pleasure of the pretty head nodding between his thighs.
Matt moaned around Peter’s dick, his chin nestled against the older man’s sack as his mouth wetly slipped up and down the singer’s cock. His head bobbed with force, slurping down strands of pre-cum spilling down his throat. He briefly swallowed, his throat clamping around Peter’s cock as he sucked even quicker. The moans and soft urgings pouring from Peter’s mouth almost made him giggle, as he slid his tongue-stud against the rigid vein pronounced on the underside of his shaft.
Truth be told, he absolutely loved giving head. The only thing better than having a cock in your mouth, was a cock up your ass. Matt smirked, playfully waggling his eyebrows up into Peter’s mesmerized gaze before rising up to the tip. Tenderly nibbling at the throbbing head of the brunette’s cock, Matt snaked his tongue around the pulsing circumference, growling low in his throat before dripping down to take the entire shaft once more. His tongue lapped up and down the saliva-slickened shaft, his fingers raking against the sensitive skin of Peter’s upper thighs. With a soft moan, he felt Peter’s fingers tangled in his hair, gently yanking him up to onto his lap for a searing kiss.
Matt sagged against Peter’s chest, groaning against his mouth as he felt the older man’s fingernails tugging at his nipple rings. Tiny bolts of pure electricity shot through his body, his teeth savagely biting at Peter’s lower lip. He nearly fainted as he felt trickles of blood seeping into his mouth, greedily swallowing the bitter plasma as his cock throbbed within his pants. With a sudden yank, he felt his clothes torn from his body, shuddering as he felt Peter’s nails dragging against his cock.
He breathed into the older man’s mouth as his hips jerked up towards the comforting heat of his hand, sucking at the brunette’s tongue as Peter firmly stroked his cock. He felt Peter’s tongue lashing at his ear, biting at his pierced earlobe and yanking at the piece of jewelry. Matt’s hands roamed Peter’s body, dipping down to trail his fingertips in the older man’s pre-cum. He traced the tattoos of the dark singer, his body afire as Peter’s fist stroked him into utter submission.
Peter moaned as Matt lifted from his lap, watching as the younger man planted his palms against the dressing table, thrusting his ass back against the taller man’s mouth. The older man carefully grasped a glass half-full of dark crimson wine, taking a light sip before pouring the rich liquid down the cleft of Matt’s ass. He watched the scarlet-colored Merlot ripple down between the crack of the brunette’s plump backside, staining his skin a light pink. Peter smirked, reaching out to squeeze the delicious globes of Matt’s ass, gingerly spreading the tanned cheeks apart.
The soft, luminous glow of the candlelight hit the side of Matt’s face, his eyes closing in complete rapture as he felt a warm tongue licking up and down his slit. Peter’s mouth paused to nibble at the underside of his sack, before curving his long tongue to seductively trail up the path leading to the younger man’s tiny opening.
He attached his fingers into Matt’s curvacious hips, giving the brunette a gentle squeeze before swirling his tongue into the small entrance. He sharply thrust his tongue up against Matt’s prostate, expertly lapping at the sensitive spot as the younger man shrieked out his name. He easily lubed Matt’s tightness, leaving his ass slick and sticky with the wine and his saliva.
Peter lifted a shapely eyebrow, slowly removing his mouth from Matt’s ass. Moaning, he wrapped his slender fingers around his own cock, to rub his gooey pre-cum against Matt’s ass. He smeared in the letter ‘O’ against the tender skin of the brunette‘s inner thighs, letting his eyes flutter closed as he sunk into the awaiting heat of Matt’s ass.
Matt whimpered, forcing his eyes to stay locked on their reflections as he gazed into the mirror. Peter’s face was relaxed, eager, enthralled. He looked almost too sexy, if that was believable. Matt rocked back against the older man’s cock, reveling in how it stretched his walls, quite pleasurably at that. Gorgeous curls fell over his chocolate gaze as he worked his hips at Peter’s cock, his mouth slightly gaping at the sensation.
Peter’s hand was locked onto Matt’s hip, the other stretched forward to tug at Matt’s hair. After he regained his senses, he began to pump in and out of the sticky warmth, his emerald, enigmatic gaze flickering open to rest on their reflections. The look on Matt’s face said it all. What they shared was mind-blowing, extraordinary...unique. He plunged into the brunette over and over, moans escaping his wet lips as fucked the hell out of Matt. He skillfully aimed his thrusts to tap against the younger man’s prostate with each successful push.
Peter ran his sweaty fingertips against Matt’s spine, listening to the brunette’s ragged breathing as he doubled his efforts. Soon enough, he was brutally slamming into the young man, grunting at the way Matt jerked his hips back against his cock. His jade eyes locked onto Matt’s heated gaze, the brunette stroking himself furiously as he gasped loudly. They were both close. Peter sighed, grinding against Matt’s ass as his hips relentlessly pistoned into the staggering tightness.
Matt insistently stared into Peter’s heated gaze, the tantalizing way the singer was licking his lips sending sparks throughout his body. He had to let go. Their chemistry was so intense, so dominant. With a soft, keening cry, Matt’s cum spurted from his cock, splattering against the glass mirror. He gave in to the swirling colors and sounds, slumping against the dresser as his eyes rolled back in his head.
Peter watched Matt spiraling into the throes of his orgasm, violently snapping his hips one last time before spilling deep into the brunette’s ass. He softly chanted a slur of incoherent curses, his hair falling against his shoulders as he unwillingly trembled. He collapsed against Matt’s back, his rosy cheek pressed against the younger man’s skin as he nibbled at his ear.
They remained in complete silence, Peter letting dark strands of hair mesh with Matt’s. Together they were absolutely stunning. Two unbelievably sexy brunettes. Yum. Peter bit his lip, his eyes remaining closed as he slipped out of Matt’s ass, giving his backside a soft slap.
Matt smirked. Peter’s cum dribbling from his stretched opening. With a sigh, he slowly dressed, winking at his reflection as he zipped up his pants, casually stepping into his leather boots. He stepped forward, unlocking the door and twisting it counter-clockwise.
Peter smiled, watching as the brunette yanked the door open. He was almost sad to see him go. He grinned. He’d be back in town for another show in 2 months. Somehow, he knew the young man would be there. He attended every show in the area, he had for the past 2 years.
Peter chuckled to himself. In all the time they’d been fucking, he had never learned the brunette’s name. Such a rare beauty, he really didn’t want to spoil what they had. So he just leaned back in the chair, playfully swiveling it around.
“I’ll tell you at Bizarrefest.”, Matt smirked, winking as he stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him...
Matt blinked. Peter was completely naked, his body glistening with sweat and water. His legs were spread wide, his cock obscenely jutting up from a curly mass of hair rested at his groin. His fingers were firmly wrapped around his thick shaft, faintly moaning as he shamelessly stroked his dripping cock.
“Damn..”, Peter grinned into Matt’s lusty gaze, his own quite heated and ravenous, “I wanna fuck you.”, the older man breathed out, his tongue passionately tangling with the brunette‘s.
“Mmm..”, Peter groaned softly, nuzzling his lips at the outer shell of Matt’s ear, his heart still pounding within his chest.
“What’s your name?”, Peter asked softly, raising an eyebrow as Matt turned on his heels.
the end?