This chapter contains rather explicit sex. It's not needed to follow the rest of the story, so if you're not comfortable, just don't read it and wait for the next chapter. You have been warned!
Chapter 10: I Want You
"Dude, don't burn my pancake!" Burger hovered behind Ash as the drummer swayed dangerously close to the stove, trying to steady the spatula in his hand.
"I got it!" Ash insisted, swatting at the bassist without taking his eyes off the griddle. "Look! I made a Mickey Mouse! Kinda..."
They only briefly wondered about Tripp after the teen stalked off to bed leaving them a bit uncomfortable about his sudden outburst. But the cooking pancakes distracted them and they agreed to worry about Tripp in the morning. Teens could be rather moody anyway and it was probably nothing, the guys reasoned.
"I haven't had pancakes in bloody forever-" Bleed sighed before shoveling a rather large amount into his mouth. He was in mid-chewing when Derek abruptly scooted his chair back from the table and stood, prompting him to look up.
"I left something in the van." Derek glanced at Bleed and smirked at him. As he stood, his hand playfully petted Bleed's thigh. He looked at his other band mates, who were, thankfully, not paying attention. "I'll be back."
Bleed watched as Derek slinked his way through the side door and dropped his fork noisily onto his plate. "I'm done." He took long strides into the hallway, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible (Ash and Burger weren't paying attention anyway as they immediately descended on the rest of his unfinished food). Once in the bedroom, he pried open the window and climbed outside. The last thing he wanted was to tip off the guys to what they were up to.
The van was already unlocked and he let himself in, feeling a bit nostalgic about Derek's choice in location. "Derek?"
"Present!"
"I can't eff-ing see in here…" Bleed grumbled as he cautiously felt around the seats. He bumped his elbow on a shelf and growled, wincing. "Stupid thing-"
"I'm in the back." Derek's tone was laughing and Bleed was able to follow his voice and find him. "Hurry up. I already pulled down the seats."
"Heh. The lads are going to kill us." Bleed slid his hands blindly onto Derek's shoulders looking for support. His hands paused feeling smooth skin, then ran them down Derek's torso to also find no fabric but more skin. "Are you naked?"
"I got bored waiting."
"I left like a second after you!"
"Are you complaining?" Derek's voice was mischievous and his hand reached up, catching a handful of Bleed's hair.
Bleed could see the outline of Derek's body from moonlight filtering in from the front of the van. He knelt down in front of Derek and nuzzled his bare stomach, feeling it twitch from being tickled with his stubble. "Can we flip on the lights? I want to see you."
"Hmm…I don't know. I hear your senses get higher when one of them is cut off." The explanation sounded a bit half-hearted and Bleed drew back, raising a brow though he knew Derek couldn't see.
"That a load if I ever heard one. Come on-"
"…Bleed. You haven't seen me in awhile-things aren't exactly…where they use to be and there's some extra squishiness-" Derek was cut off with a searing kiss and Bleed felt the singer melt into him. "Never mind."
"You're gorgeous, love. We'll forget the lights, okay? Now, let's do this-if I get blue-balled one more time…" Bleed growled and kissed Derek again, gripping the soft, dark hair tightly and pulling. When they broke apart, they were panting and clutching each other hard. He knelt between Derek's legs and kissed his stomach slowly. "Hang on-"
"What?" Derek groaned and watched Bleed paw around the ground.
"Lotion. I bought us this nifty travel size and it supposedly smells like 'lavenders in rain'." Bleed grinned and resumed his previous position near Derek's stomach.
Derek clenched his teeth and squirmed when lips sucked lightly at the base of his cock. When those lips started moving down hislength, he gasped and fisted Bleed's hair, only to snatch the fabric of his bandana instead. Bleed pulled away suddenly, leaving him flushed and wanting more. Before Derek could voice his demands, he heard a soft pop and smelled a faint, flowery scent. "Already?"
"I'm just going to prep you." Bleed didn't hear the slight catch in Derek's voice. He squeezed a generous amount of the lotion onto his fingers and petted Derek's thigh. "A little help?"
"You know, that smells nothing like lavenders in the rain. You got the cheap kind, didn't you?" Derek let himself ramble a bit aimlessly as he leaned back slightly and tilted his hips to give more access. He hadn't done something like this in a long time and was feeling either incredibly excited or nervous. Probably a mixture of both, he reasoned. He didn't have much time to dwell when a cool, slick digit pushed against him.
"Everything alright?" Bleed had to stifle a laugh with a cough when a rather weird sound emitted from the singer.
"It was a bit cold." Derek sighed as he shifted his hips to let Bleed know he wanted more. He bit his lip as a second finger joined the first and pushed further in, brushing his prostrate. As the spot was massaged, what were suppose to be pleas for more, turned into a series of rather incoherent moans.
Bleed finished preparing Derek, and pulled out his fingers. He wiped them on a discarded article of clothing and knelt up to lean into Derek's rapidly moving chest. "Not bad?"
"N-Not bad." Derek panted out, catching his breath. He laughed and kissed the blond's forehead playfully. They gazed at each other for a brief moment before Derek shifted and latched his mouth onto Bleed's neck. Bleed felt a sharp bit of pain on his collar bone and pressed against Derek harder.
"It's not fair that you're not naked yet." Derek's hands slid up his shirt, blunt nails raking against his skin pleasantly. Bleed raised his arms and helped with removing his shirt. It didn't even hit the ground when Derek's hands were on his belt, pulling it loose.
"Let me-" Bleed grunted as he nearly lost his balance from trying to kick off his boots and yank his jeans down simultaneously. He kicked the remains of his clothes aside and straddled Derek's lap. "Better?"
"Better." Derek grinned, his white teeth visible in the dimness. He wrapped his arms around Bleed's neck and nipped along his jaw and up to his earlobe.
"Jeez! You know what that does-" Bleed squeaked out as Derek innocently continued to move his lips down his neck. "Biter."
"Whiner." Derek's laugh was muffled as his mouth was busy on Bleed's chest, moving slowly and purposefully.
Bleed moaned as Derek tongue teased one of his nipples and he twisted a hand in the long, dark hair. "If I'm not in you soon-"
"One moment." Derek pulled back and leaned his long torso down to feebly attempt at touching the floor. "Get off me for a second. I need-"
Bleed slid off the his lap and felt around the floor for his jeans. He produced a small foil square and waved it in front of Derek. "Looking for this?"
"That's sweet that you remembered." Derek smiled taking the condom from Bleed. "I'll do it for you."
"Least you could do." Bleed sighed in a long-suffering way which earned him a swat on the leg. He stood waiting as Derek tore open the wrapping, about to ask when they could go without the rubber when fingers wrapping around his sex made him moan instead. His hands gripped Derek's shoulders as fingers deftly rolled the condom onto him. "I take it you're ready?"
"As if you don't know." Derek finished and got on his back as he eagerly pulled Bleed between his legs.
"I was just being polite." Bleed smirked as he spread Derek and positioned himself against him. He grit his teeth as he entered Derek's tight passage. The friction and tight walls around him had Bleed pausing to catch his breath before pushing in further. Derek was tense and clawing at his forearms and Bleed slid a hand to Derek's neck and massaged it gently. "Easy there, love. You alright?"
"Just been awhile." Derek's voice was a bit strained, but he seemed to relax as Bleed rubbed him. He shifted slowly and moved his legs apart further, still digging his fingers into Bleed's arms. The hard member inside him was definetly larger than a couple of fingers. His body gradually adjusted to the intrusion and it started to feel good to have something inside him. "Okay, we can go-"
"You sure?" Bleed hesitated when Derek's grip on him tightened the second he moved. "You want to try something else?"
"No! Just…do it already! Please?" Derek begged through clenched teeth. "If I want to stop I'll bloody well tell you!" A firm thrust made him gasp sharply and he curled his body up in response. "Prat!"
"You're being pushy." Bleed stroked Derek's cheek before thrusting into him again, a bit gentler this time.
"You were being too slow! …And you were hesitating." Derek bit his lip and eased his grip on Bleed's arms and rubbed them reassuringly. "I want you. Okay, love?" He whimpered when Bleed pushed again.
"Alright. I just got a bit nervous…Didn't want to turn you off." Bleed inhaled deeply and managed to work his way inside Derek deep enough. Derek's face was gradually relaxing as his body adjusted to Bleed, who planted slow, light kisses on the singer's sweaty chest. "You alright now?"
Derek nodded and reached up to cup the side of Bleed's face. His palm rubbed against the scratchy stubble and he ran his thumb over Bleed's lips, laughing when a wet tongue darted out and lapped at it. "You feel good, Bleed…"
"So I've been told." Bleed smirked. He immediately moaned from Derek suddenly tightening around him with just the right amount of pressure. When Derek began minutely pumping his hips to tease him, Bleed growled and grabbed Derek's thighs pushing them up to his chest, making it so he was practically on top of the Brit. Derek whimpered from the sudden change in position but hooked his legs around Bleed's shoulders anyway. Bleed leaned down to kiss Derek briefly before he slowly worked his way into a rhythm and let his arousal pulsate through him. It was familiar but new at the same time. Sparks ran up his spine and throughout his body as Derek began pumping his hips and they moved together.
No further words were exchanged, their arousal too overwhelming as the momentum between them grew. Derek moaned and held onto Bleed's neck like a life preserve, each thrust heightening his pleasure.
"You getting close?" Bleed asked huskily as he felt Derek clenching on him fitfully. Derek whimpered and nodded frantically. Bleed smiled and turned his face a little to kiss Derek's knee before speeding up.
"Bleed…more-" Derek keened, bucking his body and grinding his bottom into Bleed. Bleed reached down between them and took hold of his leaking sex. He gasped at the guitarist's calloused fingers stroking his length and it nearly brought him over the edge. All the stimulation made his entire body tightened for a moment before he climaxed with a strained cry.
Bleed was still going even after Derek rode out his orgasm and was sagging back into the seat. He groaned as Derek shifted and began just barely pushing on him. His voice was stuck in throat as he tried to urge Derek for more but all he could do was moan. Derek seemed to know what he wanted and became more deliberate with his movements. His thrusts became fast and erratic as he felt himself getting closer to release. His vision blurred as he groaned, spilling his seed while his movements grew slower and slower until he came to a stop. Bleed still couldn't quite find his voice as he slumped heavily on top of Derek.
"Bleed?"
"Mm?"
"You're crushing me." Derek informed him, tapping his fingers on the surface of the seat in an impatient gesture. He still had his legs thrown over Bleed's shoulders and was bent in a rather awkward position.
"…I can't move," replied Bleed, his speech was slow and impeded from his heavy breathing, "Too tired."
"Me too…but if you don't move, I'll freeze in this position." Derek mumbled, bumping his heel against Bleed's back to motivate him.
"Oh, yeah…sorry." Bleed laughed tiredly and clumsily untangled himself from Derek's long legs. When Derek settled himself down, Bleed collapsed next to him, making the springs of the seat squeak loudly. He stretched and removed the used condom from his now flaccid prick. "Where should I toss this?"
"Don't dangle that that in my face, please…" Derek rolled his eyes, grimacing. When Bleed persisted, he sighed and patted around the floor blindly. "Here's a bag. Just tie it up and don't leave it here."
"Thank you kindly," said Bleed, smiling as he took the plastic bag which hung lazily from Derek's hand. He dropped the bag onto the floor, reminding himself to do away with the evidence tomorrow, then plopped back down next to Derek.
Derek eyes were closed now and his breathing had slowed. Bleed blearily watched his body rise and fall for awhile, too tired to do much else. He idly ran his fingers up Derek's torso, feeling the dip of his stomach and the bumps of his ribcage all the way up to his chest. Derek's eyes fluttered open and looked over at him. Bleed took the back of Derek's neck and pulled their faces close and kissed him. "So…was that good for you too?"
Derek laughed and pressed his face into the crook of Bleed's shoulder to muffle himself. He kissed the side of Bleed's neck and nuzzled him, still giggling. "I don't know. What do you think?"
"Best you ever had?"
"And they say I have an ego…"
"You have an ego. I just have confidence." Bleed teased as he idly played with Derek's hair, twisting the dark stands around his finger. He grunted lightly as Derek rolled on top of him, pressing their sweaty, sticky bodies together. "I thought it was brilliant."
"Mm. You're brilliant. This, the gig…" Derek sighed and traced shapes into Bleed's shoulder. "It's almost scary with how good everything's going. I don't think anything ever goes this smoothly…"
"So…you're good? I mean, about everything. You're happy?" Bleed asked, stumbling over his words. Both he and Derek were never good at being sincerely mushy with each other. But considering the situation, he was going to give it a good effort.
"…Yeah. I'm happy." Derek smiled softly and rested his head against Bleed's chest comfortably."Let's just sleep here tonight. I don't feel like moving."
"Me neither." Bleed yawned, feeling like he might flop over if he stood right now. He stretched one more time before wrapping his arms around Derek. "G'night."
"…Are the doors locked?" Derek asked suddenly, breaking the calm mood.
"Yes. I don't know."
"…Never mind." Derek sighed, too sated and tired to care. He felt around for a random blanket and found one. In a careless motion, he tossed it over them and shifted back against Bleed. Derek pursed his mouth for a moment before giving the guitarist a brief peck on the cheek. "Love you."
Bleed mumbled back similar words, his eyes already shut. Derek smiled a bit before shutting his own and drifting off as well.
There you have it! I have earned that 'M' rating! Despite what people have been telling me, I'm not good at writing. Prose, that is. I write screenplays primarily so, totally different from this sort of descriptive writing. Hopefully this wasn't too bad. Next we return to our regularly scheduled plot.
