Catch and release – 2 Rock On
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Warnings: explicit sex, M/?
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There were several bands playing the open stage tonight, each one rocking harder than the last. The energy of the crowd enveloped you, driving you to roll and sway with the bodies that surrounded you.
You'd come out looking for a good time, dressed casual in cutoffs and a faded t-shirt, a denim jacket to ward off the cool breeze off the ocean. There was plenty of alcohol to be had, your hand never without a cup of something sloshing around as you let the music move you.
Several times you had to ward off unwelcome advances, people grabbing at you with drunken intent. Not that you didn't feel an itch for companionship tonight, just not from slobbering fools too far gone to even walk without staggering.
Pushing off the latest fool, you let the drink and the sound of the band fill you, take over your senses, capture your limbs. Your heart seemed to beat in time with the drums, the low growl of the bass rumbling through you, setting your hips moving, body swinging low, heaving up slowly.
Another would-be suitor moved in front of you, and annoyance filled your mind. You looked up, ready to push the intruder out of the way, only to be stunned to stillness.
"You're too hot to be dancing alone. Mind if I join ya?"
Soft blue eyes topped a joyful smile; long, shaggy blonde hair danced in the breeze. He held out his hand in invitation, and you took it gladly.
He pulled you close, hands low, oblivious to the crowd around you. The light mesh shirt he wore only accentuated the trim form beneath, and his grin turned wicked as he caught your roaming eyes.
The two of you moved together with the grinding beat, delicious friction setting your body on fire as his leg pushed between yours, his hands sliding low to grip your ass. Grinning, the alcohol in your blood giving you boldness you usually lacked, you snuck your own hands up under that loose shirt, caressing the firm and oddly cool skin beneath.
His glance turned hungry, and he leaned down to whisper in your ear, light scruff on his cheeks tickling yours.
"Wanna get out of here?"
You nodded, and felt his grin against your neck. His teeth grazed your skin, and you gave a full body shudder as he sucked gently behind your ear, white jolt of excitement flashing through you.
He pulled back only enough to throw an arm around your waist, and you let him draw you away from the crowds. Guiding you to a small nook tucked between the backstage and the start of the boards; the throb of the bass-heavy song playing above you matched the growing thrum in your groin.
In the semi-darkness, his eyes seemed to glow with heat, and you were caught somewhere between desire and fear, the thrill of it leaving you aching with a hunger only he could sate. Gentle hands pushed your coat off your shoulders, running lightly on exposed skin to raise goosebumps, send chills through you.
He stepped in to your space, tilting your head as he bent to claim your lips, the scent and taste of weed and whisky and salt ocean flooding your senses. You gripped the lapels of his jacket, the concha belt draped across his shoulder chimed so softly, you felt more than heard it over the pounding music.
Breaking for air, you panted heavily, head spinning, body lit up brighter than the stage lights nearby. He grinned, ducked under your chin to lay kisses against your throat, suck lightly at shoulder and clavicle.
His hands were on the move, tracing lines of electricity on your chest and stomach, dipping along the waist of your cutoffs as you moaned and pushed into his touch. With practiced ease, he undid your shorts, letting them slip to your feet and off as he picked you up with ease, sitting you on the rough edge of a crate.
His ardent lips and hands traced slow paths down your trembling body, up your shaking thighs, to meet at your sex. He knelt between your legs, kissing, licking, sucking at tender skin already swelling, dripping with need; skilled fingers dancing lightly as they sunk in to you, fanning the fire that rippled like lightning, threatening to consume you from within.
Your body vibrates, fingers wound tightly in loose golden locks, and he leans back, eyes bright and chuckling softly at the whine of loss spilling from your lips. Loosening his belt, he slid skin-tight white pants down slim hips as you gasped at the size of the cock that sprung free.
Running his hand gently through your hair, you feel him press you forward and you bend willingly, wrapping your hands around the velvety steel-hard prize. The rumbling hitch in his breath as your mouth enveloped him sent shivers down your spine straight to your core.
You worked him madly, hungrily, squirming as his fingers curled in your hair, slid down your back to cup your ass. He tilted back, and you let go with a wet pop, string of saliva stretching, snapping apart between you.
He pulls you back up, meets your lips with his, hips slotting between your thighs. Tongue and cock penetrate you with slow deliberation, and you gasp and arch, wrapping arms and legs around to reel him in.
Hands grip your hips, his groin rolling in time with the heavy chords washing over you both, setting a fast rhythm that has you both breathless, spiraling upward. Amps suddenly pulse out bass so deep your bones shake, heart skipping a double beat as it tries to keep in time.
You both moan as the singer growls from the stage, deep voice screaming with passion that matches your own, pushing you both higher, pushing you faster, heading for a crest with reckless abandon.
The blonde's head is nestled now in the crook of your neck, cool breath pulsing with rumbled grunts in sync with his pounding hips. His lips and teeth graze your skin, sending shockwaves to your center.
Melded together, you quiver, muscles locking up as zenith approaches like a freight train. Hammering hips drive you over the edge, your screams of release swallowed by the wailing guitars nearby.
He's latched on to your neck so hard you're sure he must have broken skin, his fast rhythm turned stuttering, falling out of time with the music as his own climax hits, and you can feel his pelvis twitch as he pumps his release deep within you.
The song comes to a close as you uncoil slowly, breath ragged and throat sore. You feel his tongue lave your neck gently, sending one last shiver through you as he straightens and pulls out, leaving you gaping and empty.
His smile is warm as he tucks himself away, lifting you off the crate and letting you grip him as your legs wobble unsteadily. With a flourish he bends and presents you your shorts, helping steady you as you put them back on, chuckling as you grimace at the feel of commingled slick coating you, oozing down your thighs.
Without hesitation, he runs fingers down to catch it, clean it off with wicked relish, then bend and kiss you once more, the taste of you both heavy on his tongue. You gasp, groin pulsing unbidden, and he pulls back, kisses your forehead and swaggers down the little alcove, looking over his shoulder once to wink and smile.
Another grinding song is starting behind you as you peer out of the nook, your lover nowhere to be seen. You let the chords wash over you for a moment, remembering the feel of those devious hands, that perverse mouth, and smiling to yourself, you rejoin the music-drunk throngs.