"Mm! Oliver, fuck me harder! Ahh..!" Kellin moaned as the older man pounded him from behind.
"You greedy bitch," Oli smirked as he looked upon Kellin's naked body writhing under him, and pushed himself harder into the man, just as he requested. He grunted at the tightness of Kellin, each thrust bringing mass pleasure spreading throughout his body with increasing frequency. He grabbed at a tuft of Kellin's bronze hair roughly and tugged hard, forcing the younger man to look up at him with a pleasure-pained expression glued to his face while his moans rang out in the empty room with a deafening echo that seemed to arouse Oliver more. They were sticky with sweat and pre-cum, Kellin on the verge of getting an orgasm that was sure to go on and on and on.. If only Justin Hills -his fellow bandmate- had joined in this little 'meeting'.. They could go on forever. The young vocalist made sure to beg more for this man to penetrate deeper into him; to caress his every core and fill him up until he was satisfied.. He had so shamefully confessed to this man a few moments ago, and was now paying the price. After he had blurted out his feelings about the guitarist to Oliver, he realised how his band's reputation would or could be totally destroyed if the man had blabbed about it to someone else.. and so the man made a deal with Kellin for keeping his silence; a one night stand.
"Ah! No!" Kellin gasped as Oliver pulled out of him suddenly, then slammed back into him hard, making the feminine vocalist's body convulse with pleasuring shivers and beg for more through whimpering moans. "Oh fuck..! Mm.."
Justin halted a taxi and got in feeling absolutely drained of energy. It was by far the worse interview he'd had in months. All the guy ever asked him was about Kellin, Kellin, Kellin. What would it feel like if it were him in the limelight for once?
"I wonder what Kellin's doing. God, I hate that guy.." Justin dialled Kellin's number on the keypad and was immediately sent to voicemail. He left a message, saying that he would be over in less than 5 minutes and that the place better not be in a mess when he arrived. Little did he know what awaited him.
Inaudible sounds could be heard echoing over the thick walls when Justin arrived back at the apartment, chucking his Vans unceremoniously on the shoe rack; still affected by the interview. "Fuck, Kellin get your ass out here! Goddamn interview was all about you even though they called me on the show! This is all your fault!" Justin flared; his anger taking the best of him as he remembered the smug expression on the damned man's face. He knew Justin was uncomfortable. He did it on purpose. Without getting a response, Justin slammed his fist onto the table in frustration; irritated that Kellin still dared to ignore him. "Fuck," he bellowed once again, storming into the hallway.
"No! Stop..! Aah.. Justin's back, I hear him! Stop!" Kellin's body writhed with pleasure as Oli pulled out and rammed into him again roughly; growling lowly under his breath as Kellin sucked him in. He pushed his whole length into the helpless figure in front of him; a smirk playing at the corners of his lips, which earned him an erotic moan. He subtly ventured his curious hands over the contours of Kellin's beautifully built body. Fuck, it turned him on. His fingers groped at the vocalist's chest until they found the erected pink nubs of his nipples. Oliver took this chance to lean down over the exhausted brunette, letting his hot breath splay down the back of the young man's neck as he rocked his hips back and forth slowly, then giving his nipples a little twist. "Oh baby.. don't stop." Kellin's hands soon found the back of Oliver's head of matted coffee coloured hair; his fingers lacing through the curls and tugging. "Mm..!" Oliver felt the convulsing throb of an orgasm probing at his abdomen.. he had to release it now. Summoning up the remains of his strength, he plunged himself deep into Kellin, who tightened around him as he came into the vocalist with shuddering orgasmic spasms. "Oh fuck!" He gasped, drowning in the ecstasy. Kellin came too, in his hand.. fuck that was just hot. It took them a few seconds to notice a bewildered Justin Hills standing at the door, his mouth agape. Oliver smirked menacingly as he pulled out of Kellin. Cum dripped from the dazed vocalist's entrance. "Like what you see?" Oliver asked it like a casual question, like he didn't just fuck the shit out of Kellin Quinn. Justin stood transfixed in the doorway, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. "Did.. did you.. just..?" he gestured to the now motionless Kellin on the bed, but his words failed him. "Yeah, I fucked him. He was just begging for more every time. You want to get fucked too?" Oliver looked Justin up and down, not disappointed by what he saw. His penis erected quickly enough. Again. "Come here." Oliver beckoned the stunned guitarist over, but he did not budge. "That's very kind of you, but no thanks." Justin gave Oliver a look of deepest loathing. "I was supposed to be his first," He thought to himself, hating Oliver with every second their eyes met. He had seen how Kellin looked like at his most vulnerable, he'd made him feel good. All thoughts of the interview faded from his mind.. it was now only focused on the sound-asleep Kellin. He looked so inviting laying naked on the bed. It would've drove anyone mad having to hold this sexy.. man. What was he doing? He'd had so many of these fantasies before but masturbating never really much satisfied his needs. Instead of taking advantage of the unconscious Kellin, Justin stepped over to the bed, scooped Kellin up bride style and walked out of the room, leaving a now puzzled Oliver Sykes behind.