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I was having the time of my life on tour! I got to travel the entire world and meet new people every day while playing in a band with a great group of friends. There were thousands of fans in attendance at every show all singing along to our songs. And every night on stage I had the best seat in the house; I could stare at Nick McCarthy’s big, beautiful arse whenever I wanted to and no one even knew. I played my heart out and never missed a beat.
As the bus traveled in random European countries, Nick became my best friend and ally. He and I even cuddled at times. I knew he didn’t think of me in the same way that I thought of him but damn did I like to grope him. As friends. Totally as friends. His girlfriend recently broke up with him so we sort of had something in common. “I just don’t know what I’m going to do without her, Julia was my whole world,” Nick moaned, resting his head on my shoulder.
I stroked his hair, rubbing my hand up and down his head, hoping that I wouldn’t get hard. “I know how you feel. Before the tour, Sarah and I decided to take some time off from each other. I don’t think she loves me as much as I love her,” I admitted. My hand traveled down Nick’s back towards his amazing huge arse. Just a little farther…
He looked up at me and I quickly snatched my hand away. “Oh my God, Paul, I’m so sorry to hear that.” He meant it. I knew he did. Nick was such a good friend.
Then there was Alex. That tall, slinky, sexy beast who totally owned the stage every night. One night right before we started touring, I’d drunkenly confessed to him that I liked guys as well as girls and he told me that he did too. I was not surprised. After that, he liked to drape his lanky body all over me. He’d asked me on several different occasions if I wanted to fuck and I said no every time.
One day as the tour bus rolled through the European hillside, I looked out the window and sighed, thinking about Sarah. I tried not to think about Nick but of course thoughts of fucking him always filled my daydreams sooner or later. In this particular fantasy, I was rubbing his arse and sucking his cock as he moaned my name. Alex slid up next to me and put his hand on my thigh and I snapped back to reality.
“What is it, Alex?” I asked somewhat harshly, trying not to be totally disrespectful, but I didn’t feel like talking at the moment. I knew what he wanted.
“I was just wondering if you’d like to go for a romp,” Alex said honestly, his beautiful green eyes piercing into mine.
I gazed up and down at his gorgeous body and wanted nothing more at that moment than to destroy him. I hadn’t gotten laid in a while. But I had to refuse him again.
“Alex, we shouldn’t fuck just because we are the only two guys in the band who happen to like guys,” I said, rolling my eyes.
He smirked sexily. “That is exactly the reason why we should fuck.”
I shook my head and retreated to my bunk. It had to be a shock for him that someone kept turning him down, but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of fucking me. I wasn’t going to be just another body for him to conquer. In the darkness of my bunk, I let my fantasy about Nick continue and ended up jerking myself off.
The next show we played was in Berlin and I knew Nick would be feeling bad because his ex was from Germany. I wanted to be there for him after the show but I couldn’t find him backstage. I felt like I hadn’t slept in a few days so I decided just to get some rest. I could talk to him in the morning. I was a little woozy from all the refreshments I’d consumed before the concert and onstage. I climbed aboard the tour bus and rolled into my bunk and hit against something warm and solid. What the hell?
I tentatively reached my hand out and felt the smooth curve of a body and glided my hand downwards, touching a hip bone. I turned on a small lamp and the dim light washed over Alex. He was lying on his side in my bunk completely naked, his nudity barely shielded by my blanket. Damn it, Kapranos.
“Tired, Paul?” he asked.
“What the hell are you doing in my bunk and where are your clothes?” I sputtered. I tried not to stare but I couldn’t help it, Alex was so very sexy. I stared at his bare chest and then at the trail of hair leading from his navel down to his-
“I’ve been thinking about why you keep refusing me and I think I have it figured out.”
“You just can’t get over the fact that I don’t want to fuck you,” I grumbled.
“No, that’s not it. I think you want to fuck me, it’s just that you like someone else.”
“Yes, I do. Sarah and I-“
“I’m not talking about Sarah. I’m talking about someone who’s on tour with us. Someone in this band.” Uh oh.
“Now you’re just speculating,” I said, refusing to meet his eyes. Alex grabbed my hand and put it back on his waist, rubbing it up and down. Shit.
“No, I’m not. I see the way you look at Nick.” My eyes snapped to his. He took his hand off of mine but I didn’t move my hand from his body.
“He doesn’t like guys like that,” I protested.
“No he doesn’t,” Alex agreed. “Or maybe he just needs a little persuasion. Either way it’s not going to stop you from having the hots for him.”
I groaned. “It’s none of your business how I feel about anyone. I don’t have a chance in hell with him so what does it matter?”
“It matters because you’re wasting all your time staring at his arse for no good reason when you and I could be fucking.”
“What if I just don’t want to fuck you, huh? How about that? There is one person out there who does not want to fuck Alex Kapranos and that person is me. It has nothing to do with Nick.” Even as I said that out loud it didn’t sound very convincing. I felt myself starting to get hard as my hand moved from his waist to his chest and down toward his stomach.
“I bet I could fuck him,” he said quietly.
I gasped. “You are terrible, Alex! He’s upset over the loss of his girlfriend and all you can think about is trying to fuck him?” My hand seemed to have a mind of its own as it slid under the blanket, rubbing his thigh.
“And you don’t? When I first met Nick he was dating Julia so I didn’t have any hope of fucking him. But now that they’re broken up, I swear he looks at me with interest.”
I knew that even if Nick were to like men, he wouldn’t fall for someone like Alex. I looked down at my hand and only then realized that I’d wrapped my hand around his cock and was stroking it. Damn it!
“Mmm that feels nice,” he murmured, pulling me down on top of him and kissed me softly, stroking my back as I became fully hard.
I pulled away. “We are not doing this, Alex.”
He smirked as he unbuttoned my shirt. “I think we already are.”
My shirt seemed to fly away from my body as he pulled it off. He rolled on top of me and kissed a trail from my neck down to my stomach and unbuttoned my trousers with his teeth. It tickled and I shivered a bit as he kissed my stomach and pulled my trousers and underwear off. He laid on top of me once more and when our naked cocks rubbed together, I knew it was all over. My resolve to not fuck him had completely dissipated. I pushed my lips against his and kissed him hard, sliding my tongue in his mouth, licking his tongue and teeth. He tasted delicious.
He pulled his head away from mine and slid down my body. He wrapped his lips around my dick and began to suck. Ohhh my God. I’d heard stories about how good Alex was at giving blow jobs but experiencing it firsthand was something else.
“Ohhhh, Alllllex,” I moaned as I watched his lips glide up and down my shaft. His tongue licked the head of my cock before he sucked harder. I felt myself getting close but I didn’t want to come quite yet; I wanted to fuck him.
I tried to push his head away to stop him but he clamped his teeth lightly on my cock and made a growling sound. I didn’t try again; I knew next time he would bite harder. He gripped my hips with his hands and sucked as hard as he could. There was nothing I could do to prevent it from happening, I exploded right in his mouth, moaning so loudly that anyone within five kilometers of the tour bus could probably hear what was going on inside. I panted heavily, trying to catch my breath.
He swallowed and smiled at me, straddling me once more, pressing two fingers to my lips. I was confused. He pulled down on my lower lip with his fingers and I realized what he wanted me to do. I opened my mouth and sucked on his fingers, quickly trying to get them as wet as I could because I knew where they were going.
“How would you like to be fucked?” he asked. I wasn’t quite sure what he meant. He slid his fingers in and out of me, loosening me up.
“Not too aggressively,” I pleaded. He laughed.
“I didn’t think I needed to go easy on you, Paul. But okay.”
He removed his fingers and I prepared for the worst. I desperately felt around on the shelf behind me until I found my bottle of lube. I poured a large amount on his dick and stroked it rapidly. I thought Alex would come at me like a wild animal and reduce me to a pile of sawdust. He slapped my hand away from his cock and I held my breath. But he entered me slowly.
“Ohhh Paul, you feel so good,” Alex moaned. His enthusiasm turned me on more than I thought possible. He stroked my hair and my cheek softly; I was surprised at how gentle he was being.
He ran his fingers up and down my cock and I quickly became hard once more. There was a very real possibility that I could come again.
“Please fuck me harder,” I moaned before I realized I even said it.
Alex pushed into me harder, thrusting his cock in and out of me. I placed his hand on my erection. He wrapped his hand around it and said, “does my little Paul want to get off again?”
“Yes,” I said quietly.
He raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to have to do better than that.”
“Please let me come again, Alex!” I cried as he thrust into me even harder.
“Mmm, that’s better. I suppose I can let you.” The relentless jerking of his hand around my cock caused me to orgasm after only a few minutes. I came so hard that it almost hurt.
Alex was quick to follow. “Ohhhhhh Paullllll,” he moaned loudly as his cock throbbed hard inside of me.
He collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily. I could feel his heart thumping in his chest.
After a while, Alex lifted his head up and stared deep into my eyes. “Paul, I like you as more than a friend. Forget about your crush on Nick, he’ll never come around anyway. As for Sarah, I think she’s just playing you, mate. You and I should be a couple.”
I considered it. A relationship with Alex would be amazing. We had a lot in common and got along very well. The sex would be incredible and frequent. But I knew he would break my heart at some point. I couldn’t risk it. I had to save my future self from that pain.
“I like you a lot too, Alex. But I’m sorry, we can’t. My heart belongs to Sarah.” And to Nick.
“I see,” he said stiffly. “Well, at least we finally had a romp.” He rolled off of me, quickly threw his clothes on and went to his bunk. I lay there feeling terrible but I knew I made the right decision.
As the tour progressed, things became a little chilly between Alex and me. Everything was normal when we all hung out together after shows and when we were on stage. But he no longer made a point to talk to me unless it was absolutely necessary. That hurt. These guys were all my best friends, so having even one of them upset with me made the tour a lot less fun. I hoped he would get over it soon and we could just go back to being friends.
Then Alex became really chummy with Nick. I noticed it during shows when he would stomp over to him, staring at him with those piercing green eyes. He sang into Nick’s mic with him, and even rubbed his body against him. What the hell did he think he was doing? Did he really think he was going to get to fuck Nick? Was he doing it just to annoy me?
Over the next few months, Nick talked about Julia less and less until he didn’t talk about her at all anymore. He started to pay more attention to his appearance, asking my opinion on which shirt he should wear to shows, and I would help him apply his eyeliner. I thought it was good that he was finally over her and maybe he could meet someone new.
Nick and I had always swapped our spare room keys when we stayed in hotels. Knocking on each other’s doors just seemed so strange and formal. We didn’t have anything to hide from each other and sometimes we liked to talk until all hours of the night.
One night before a show in the states, I realized that Nick still had one of my favorite shirts. He’d borrowed it when we’d all gone out to dinner the week prior. I wanted to wear it for the show. I walked down the hallway to Nick’s room and I let myself in using his card. What I saw on the bed made my blood run cold. Alex was on top of Nick, thrusting into him and jerking him off; they were both moaning loudly. Oh my God. He finally got his way with Nick. I softly closed the door so they wouldn’t see me. It felt like someone punched me in the stomach. I spun around blindly and started down the hallway to my room when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
“Hey Paul, want to have a few drinks before the show?” It was Bob. His cute chubby-cheeked face stared down at me and he noticed how distraught I looked. “Woah, what happened, you look like you just lost a best friend.”
How right he was. I could tell Bob anything and he wouldn’t judge so going into his room with him, I spewed out the whole story. The shit that happened between me and Sarah. How I felt about Nick. Alex’s relentless pursuit of me and finally fucking me. And now about Alex and Nick fucking.
“Damn, Paul. I’m sorry. The only problem I have is worrying about where I’m going to eat after the show.”
I surprised myself by laughing. Bob was so young and innocent. “You’re very lucky.”
“From what you described, I think Sarah does love you as much as you love her, but it’s tough to maintain a relationship when you’re thousands of kilometers apart. And don’t worry about Alex and Nick. I love them both as friends, but I know how Alex is. He’s just using Nick to get under your skin. Don’t let it bother you. They’ll tire of each other soon. I can’t imagine Nick wanting a relationship with Alex.”
“Maybe not, but I couldn’t have imagined them fucking either.”
I felt a little better after talking to Bob. But I knew the image of Alex on top of Nick thrusting into him would be burned into my memory forever.
Bob was right though. Some nights on stage Alex and Nick seemed to get along great, and other nights the tension between them was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I couldn’t imagine what was going on between them. Nick said nothing to me about Alex, and I didn’t mention that I knew. The only thing that was different was that we stopped swapping spare room keys. I didn’t talk to Alex about it either but of course he made a point to let me know. One night he slinked up beside me and whispered into my ear, “I fucked him.”
I tried to keep my mind off of what Nick and Alex were doing. I went to pubs after shows with Bob almost every night and we would try to get each other laid with no results. It was a blast though, especially when Andy came with us. It was good to get out and have fun instead of moping in my hotel room all alone.
One night a few weeks after I’d walked in on Nick and Alex, I was still wound up from that night’s show. I tossed my bags in my hotel room but had no plans of sleeping any time soon. Bob and Andy were already at the pub across the street. As I was about to leave the hotel, I saw that Nick was sitting at the hotel bar all alone, still wearing the red shirt he’d worn to the show. He was sipping a beer and looked so gorgeous but forlorn. Something was wrong. I made my way over to him.
“Hey Nick, how’s it going?”
Nick stopped drinking his beer and glanced up at me. He looked so bummed out that I smiled, hoping I would get one in return. But he returned to his pint.
“If you want the truth, it’s going shitty,” he replied, taking another large swig of beer.
I sat down next to him and signaled to the bartender for a beer. “Why is that, may I ask? The show tonight was awesome.”
“Yeah it was.” He chugged the rest of his beer and slammed the glass onto the bar a bit too hard. The bartender came back over and immediately refilled his pint. “Can you keep a secret?”
“I dunno. I mean, I might tell Andy.” I told Andy even more things than I told Bob.
“I’m serious. Alex and I have been fucking each other for the past few weeks.”
I was shocked at his confession. I didn’t think that he would ever say anything to me about him and Alex. “Oh yeah, I know about that,” I said before I could stop myself. I took a large swig of beer; I couldn’t even look at him.
“You do? How?” I couldn’t tell him the truth, that I’d walked in on him and Alex. It would be too embarrassing. So I lied, throwing Bob under the bus.
“Bob went to your room one night and unmistakably heard you two going at it. Of course he told everyone, he can’t keep anything to himself.”
He didn’t question that explanation. “Yeah, well, anyway, it’s not going how I planned. I just wanted to fuck him and he turned it into this stupid game where we try to dominate each other and I don’t want to do that anymore.”
This I was not aware of, but it made sense given the way they acted towards each other on stage at times. I whistled low, staring into my pint of beer. It was time to confess. “Wow. To be honest with you, I’m jealous.”
“Don’t be. Alex is amazing in bed but he’s-“
“I’m not jealous of YOU. Alex came on to me one night a few months ago and I turned him down.” It wasn’t a total lie. Nick didn’t need to know that Alex fucked me and wanted to date me.
Nick seemed to be confused for a second. “You’re jealous of Alex?” he sputtered.
“Heh, yeah,” I mumbled, retreating to the safety of my pint. I could feel Nick’s eyes on me, trying to figure me out.
“Shit, Paul, how come you never told me?” he asked before guzzling another beer.
I shrugged. “I didn’t know you were into that sort of thing; I only knew after I heard you were fucking Alex and then I figured you two were involved.” That at least was the truth.
“We aren’t involved. As a matter of fact, he was supposed to meet me here to talk but since it’s almost bar close, I doubt he is going to show up. Want to come to my room? I have enough alcohol in there to drown a horse.”
“Sure,” I laughed, giddy with excitement.
We stumbled down the hallway to his room. He jammed the room key into the door and turned on a light. It was very hot in his room and I immediately wanted to make a point about what I was there to do with him. “Geez, it’s like 37 degrees in here,” I said, ripping off my jacket and shirt.
“Woah, ok, make yourself at home, I guess,” he giggled, staring at my shirtless torso. He took two beers out of the fridge. He handed one to me and we sat down on the sofa, so close that our knees were touching. I wanted him to take his shirt off as well, so I stared at him, waiting. “What?” he asked.
“I took mine off, now you have to take yours off too otherwise I look like a weirdo.”
He laughed and obliged, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it to the floor. “Feel better now?”
I eyed him up and down hungrily. I couldn’t believe this was finally happening. “Yes, very much so.”
I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him closer to me. I licked his lips and pushed my tongue into his mouth. I slid my tongue all over his as I unbuttoned his trousers.
He pulled his trousers all the way down, revealing his beautiful hard cock. I just had to suck it. I slid down from the sofa onto the floor and wrapped my hand around it, stroking it for a minute before taking it completely in my mouth.
“Mmmm mmmm,” I hummed enthusiastically. He tasted so good. I sucked him rather sloppily, but I couldn’t help it, I was so excited. He groaned with what I hoped was pleasure. After a few minutes I stopped and stood up. I wanted to get him onto the bed in case he suddenly felt bad about Alex and changed his mind. I laid down on the bed and pulled him onto me and I finally got to grab that giant arse of his.
“Mmm, do you know how long I’ve been wanting to grope this thing?”
“Shut up,” he laughed. Perhaps he thought I was joking. I continued to run my hands up and down his arse, kissing his neck and biting his lower lip. I pulled my trousers off and he grabbed hold of my dick and stroked it. I wasn’t sure who was going to take the lead but it seemed as if he was waiting for me to.
“Where is your lube?” I asked.
“The nightstand drawer.”
I fumbled with the cap on the lube bottle, but it broke and a large amount of lube poured onto my stomach.
“Oops, sorry,” I giggled and wrapped my arms around him, pressing him down onto me and the sticky, slippery mess. Since he still gave me no indication of who was going first, I started to thrust into him, sliding my dick against his. I wanted to get him really worked up before I fucked him. His face flushed and he moaned loudly as I ground my hips against his even harder, never letting go of his beautiful arse.
“Paul, slow down!” he gasped, but I couldn’t stop, it felt so good and I was too excited at that point.
I slid harder and harder and he moaned louder and all of the sudden he exploded, his dick throbbing hard against mine. My excitement was too much for me to contain and I came right after him adding to the mess between us. For a moment Nick rested his head on my shoulder and I rubbed his back.
“Jesus Christ, Paul, we didn’t even get to fuck,” he laughed shakily.
“Sorry, I got a bit carried away. You’re so hot.”
We cleaned up the mess and he let me shower first. I was so tired after the exciting turn of the evening’s events that I fell asleep even before Nick got out of the shower.
I woke up early the next morning with my phone buzzing in my ear. Who the hell is calling me this early? Don’t they know better? I saw the number on my phone. Sarah’s number. I desperately flipped my phone open.
“Hello?” I croaked.
“Hey Paul. I’m sorry for not calling much the past few months. I thought I needed some time alone but I miss you so much.”
“I miss you too, babe.”
“Can you meet for coffee this afternoon? I took a trip over to the states and I can meet you before your show tonight. I want to talk about us.”
“Y-yes, that’d be awesome!”
We set a time and place to meet. I snapped my phone shut and smiled to myself. I looked over at Nick who was sleeping peacefully; he looked so beautiful. I knew that even though he wasn’t happy with Alex right now, they’d most likely be fucking again before long. Now that Nick and I had finally been intimate, I could let him go. It didn’t even bother me that he just used me to get revenge on Alex. Nick was still such a great friend. I quickly fell back to sleep.
I awoke a few hours later to the sound of someone pounding on the door.
Nick groaned and rubbed his face with his hands. He threw on a shirt and a pair of trousers and shuffled towards the door. I heard him inhale sharply before saying, “Uh, hello Alex. I just woke up but I was coming to see you in a bit.” He stepped into the hallway, trying to close the door so Alex wouldn’t see me. I’d wanted Alex to find out about Nick and me and his timing couldn’t have been more perfect.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in? You did want to talk about something last night,” I heard Alex say.
“I um…” Nick stammered.
Yes, please come in here and see me, I thought as I got up to get dressed. Alex pushed the door open all the way as I was pulling up my trousers.
“I brought you your favorite tea but I can see that you already have someone else to do that for you,” Alex growled, shoving a cup into Nick’s hands. I didn’t want to get stuck in the middle of this. It was time for me to go.
“Sounds like you two have some things to sort out,” I said, walking towards them. For good measure, I kissed Nick passionately on the cheek and slung my jacket over my shoulder. I patted Alex hard on the back and grabbed the tea out of Nick’s hand before leaving, walking down the hallway whistling cheerfully. I had a date this afternoon.