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Rubbing his temples, Joey made his way backstage after what felt like the longest set of his life. He was ecstatic at the concept of an unfiltered, full rave show, and agreed with the utmost enthusiasm when Stu pitched the idea, even though it was a bit last minute. Doing his own DJ set at the end was just another treat, and he was beyond grateful; he just hadn’t planned to get so blasted in the process. He laughed to himself at the thought, realizing it hadn’t been solely his idea to get loose at the end of the show. The other guys showed up during the set to drunkenly cheer Joey on, or simply show their support by being around him. Ambrose, in particular, had made a guest appearance, staying on stage for a while, mumbling nonsense into the microphone, even helping Joey with the turntables while giggling alongside him. It was cute—from the smile plastered on Ambrose’s face as Joey knowingly sampled “Pump Up The Jam” just for him (considering Ambrose couldn’t stop singing it all night), to the way he opted to touch Joey’s ass to get his attention, since Joey’s headphones were on. Joey shook his head a bit with a smile, continuing to then think about how Stu had come out at some point too, deciding to take yet another shot with Joey with arms wrapped around each other and—God, how many had he even done? He could feel his head pounding at the thought of how much alcohol was truly in his system, mind filling with indescribable and vague thoughts about his bandmates, the stench of sweat, and the overall hot atmosphere that still clung to his skin despite leaving the venue. He attempted to snap out of whatever haze he had found himself as he braced himself to enter the green room, the distant sound of cheering filling his head as he let out a deep, exaggerated sigh.
“Aye, if it isn’t the disc jockey himself!” Lucas exclaimed as he entered the room, a welcoming grin on his face as he looked at his friend from his seat on the couch. Joey could see a twinge of worry behind his eyes before he spoke again, “Say, mate, you look like shite.”
“Aweee, tell him something he doesn’t know,” Ambrose chimed in, overtly slurring his speech, sounding almost purposeful if you didn’t know any better. He stumbled over to where Joey stood near the door, slinging an arm around his waist to pull him closer, leaning against his shoulder a bit. Joey could swear he felt his heart skip a beat, but he held his breath and shrugged off the thought before smiling and mutually leaning towards Ambrose, smelling the alcohol on his breath as he spoke. “You’d look roughed up too if it were you. Our boy has worked hardddd tonight, and he looks fuckin’… striking no matter what, yeah?”
“Can’t argue with that,” Stu responded with a grin. Joey rolled his eyes at him, before staring right through him, an unspoken tension you could cut with a knife. This type of interaction wasn’t foreign to them—somewhat testing each other, communicating without any real words exchanged at all. Seeing who could break first, you might see it as, if not a form of joke flirting. Joke flirting. Beyond common among all of them, nothing behind it at all, surely. There couldn't be. Stu then swallowed before hesitantly looking away. “We should probably head back to the hotel. Been a real long night, ‘m exhausted. I'm positive Joe is, too.”
“You know me so well,” Joey remarked sarcastically, shooting a sly wink towards his friend.
They all gathered their belongings—equipment, water bottles, whatever—and made their way to the tour buses. Waving at any fans that waited around, packing the bus with any other items not taken care of by their crew, they slowly made their way into the vehicle and were on the road before they knew it. Fortunately, the hotel wasn’t too far from the venue, and they arrived quickly, the ride being full of tired, derivative conversation for the most part. Joey kept quiet, sneaking slight glances at his bandmates, particularly keeping an eye on Ambrose and how loose he had gotten. Joey started to think he might have to carry the man in bridal style, considering how sloshed he was. He giggled at the thought before the bus came to a halt, and the men dispersed with their possessions. It wasn’t long until they made their way up to their respective rooms, exchanging swift hugs and “good night”s, before funneling into their hiding places where they could finally rest until the next day. Joey trudged to his hotel bed, practically flopping onto it, soon reveling in the crude fact that his clothes were sticking uncomfortably to his skin. After what felt like 5 or so minutes of laying there, he practically forced himself to sit up, before making his way to his suitcase, unzipping it, and digging around to find clean clothes to change into. Eventually, he became increasingly frustrated at the fact he couldn’t find a specific tank top. He would’ve just settled for something else to wear, but it was so unreasonably hot, and most of his clothes at this point in the tour were filthy. He struggled to find anything else that he would be comfortable sleeping in, and in his drunken daze, he remembered how he had lent it to Stu at the last minute a day or so prior. With a hefty sigh, he found himself making his way out of his sweltering hotel room and walked to Stu’s room, knocking lightly on the door.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
No response.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
No response.
Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.
No response.
He wiped his forehead, slightly annoyed. Did Stu really manage to pass out that fast? He fiddled with the doorknob, twisting it, before realizing it was unlocked. It's no surprise that he would do something as careless as leaving a hotel room unlocked, but regardless, he slightly cracked the door open to see that there were lights still on in the room.
“Hello?” He called hoarsely, almost barely audible, before slowly passing the door, walking through the small hallway segment before approaching the bed area. While walking, he could've sworn he heard some strange noises but assumed it might've just been the TV or something. He stopped in his tracks once his eyes had focused on what was in front of him, widening slightly in disbelief. His jaw slackened, and he muttered dumbly, “Oh... wow.”
The sight to see was his friend, Ambrose, on his knees in front of Stu, who was sitting on the bed, his pants to his ankles. Ambrose whipped his head around, wiping the sides of his mouth with his thumb as he stared back at Joey with his piercing blue eyes. Stu, his head thrown back, moved it down to look at Joey. His eyes widened, his face turned completely flushed, and he scrambled to cover himself.
"Oh… shit... um, fuck—" Stu muttered, his face going an even deeper shade of red. The silence in the room was deafening, almost comical, they all stared at each other in shock, not knowing what to say. The first to break the silence managed to be Ambrose, asking with a mischievous grin:
"Wanna join?" He almost snickered, his eyes becoming half-lidded as he leaned his head against Stu’s lap. Shell-shocked, Joey stared for a moment before slowly nodding, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face.
"I—you don't... have to do anything you don't want to, okay, Joe?" Stu said breathlessly, his words punctuated with near-panting, clearly embarrassed by how he'd been caught. The only word Joey could think to describe it was endearing.
"Stu, if it wasn't obvious that I'm into you both, I must be doing something wrong,” Joey responded in a teasing tone. “I'm already all over you cunts constantly; why wouldn't I take the opportunity given to me so graciously?" He walked over to where they were both sitting, looking down at Ambrose before planting a firm hand on his scalp and playing with his hair. Ambrose hummed delightfully, closing his eyes in pleasure, leaning into the touch as Joey moved forward to kiss Stu’s neck. With a smile, he spoke again. "I just hope I'm not intruding on anything."
“Of course not, hehe. C’mereee,” Ambrose cooed, gripping Joey’s arms as he pulled himself to his feet. He positioned himself in front of Joey, looking him in the eyes and fluttering his eyelashes, his mouth slightly agape as he leaned in for a gentle kiss. Joey threaded his hand through Ambrose’s hair, maintaining a firm grip as he kissed him back passionately. Ambrose cupped Joey’s cheek, humming softly into his mouth before pulling away. They both glanced back at Stu, who watched in awe, biting his lip as the attention shifted to him. Joey grazed an arm over Ambrose’s waist while passing him, approaching Stu, slightly pushing his chest with his palms to lay him down on the bed. Leaning into the crook of his neck, he left small kisses and marks, Stu quietly whimpering in the process.
“So pretty for me,” Joey whispered into Stu’s ear, hands snaking up his shirt. Ambrose stood himself right behind Joey, placing his hands on his waist, and resting his chin on his shoulder. He boldly moved forward to lean into Joey as he’s atop Stu, biting at his neck from behind. Joey gasped, instinctively grinding backward, eliciting a broken whine from Ambrose, before he adjusted to slot his lips against Stu’s defiantly. Stu moaned into the kiss as Joey lined their hips together, rubbing their crotches against each other through their clothes. Ambrose used his hands to grab at Joey’s chest, squeezing lightly, kissing along his neck as he grinded up against Joey rhythmically. He lifted Joey’s shirt up, discarding it to the floor, before removing his own to toss along with it. Ambrose then attempted to pull Joey back by the waist, speaking sternly into his ear.
“Turn him around.” He kissed and nipped lightly at Joey’s earlobe after speaking, digging his nails into his hips firmly. Joey nodded, obliging with Ambrose’s command, grabbing Stu by the waist to help him turn around to where his face was against the mattress. Ambrose dug his thumbs into the waistband of Joey’s pants, shuddering a breath before speaking in a voice laced with lust. “Can I take these off, handsome?”
“Why, be my guest, pretty boy,” Joey tested back, wrapping his arms around Stu’s midriff from behind, situating his dick against Stu’s ass. Ambrose tugged at Joey’s jeans, pulling them down to his feet, and groped at his ass through his boxers. Joey’s mouth opened slightly, panting lightly, trying to stay collected as he grabbed at Stu desperately. Stu pushed back against Joey teasingly, whimpering impatiently, grinding roughly against his crotch. Joey huffed before speaking in between breaths.
“Getting restless, huh, baby?” He said sweetly, in a nearly condescending tone, keeping his chest tight against Stu’s arched back. Joey began to lift Stu’s shirt upward with his palms, slightly struggling to remove it before throwing it to the side. He began to graze his nails against Stu’s spine, humming delightfully as Ambrose simultaneously felt him up from behind. Joey grabbed at Stu’s hips, adjusting him back farther to palm his crotch. Stu moaned into the mattress, eyes shut and face down, seemingly ashamed at how desperate he was becoming. Joey leaned into the crook of Stu’s neck once more, muttering softly. “Want me to take care of it for you? Hmm?”
“Haahh… please…?” Stu mewled, face against the bed, continuing to attempt to push back onto his bandmate’s tented boxers. Joey then took this as an invite to pull Stu’s underwear down, taking his cock into his hand gently. He rubbed at the tip, causing Stu to moan keenly, muffled by the sheets that he was clawing into. Ambrose took this time as an opportunity to move back, quickly taking his own pants and boxers off swiftly yet sloppily, before going back to lean right against Joey. Joey bit at Stu’s neck, a reaction to Ambrose’s dick now being pressed up against him. Ambrose softly moved his hands against Stu’s chest, thumbing at his nipples, causing Stu to practically cry out from the overstimulation.
“Oh, let us hear youuu, c’monnn,” Ambrose teased, leaning forward a bit more to snake a hand in Stu’s hair, lightly tugging to move him out from being faced into the mattress. Stu then sat up obediently, propped up on his elbows. He looked back at them both, knitting his eyebrows, overwhelmed by all the touch. Ambrose put his hand around the one Joey had around Stu’s cock, gesturing at it before giggling lightly. “It’s cute, isn’t it?”
“Don’t say thattt,” Stu whined, pouting from embarrassment at the comment, as well as at how helpless he was at both of their disposals. He choked out another moan as Joey worked his fingers around the shaft, mixed with Ambrose continuing to circle his thumb around Stu’s nipple. “So mean.”
“”M not trying to be, my love...here,” He removed both his hands from their previous position, settling to Joey’s waist yet again. He slipped his thumbs into the waistband of Joey’s boxers, kissing and sucking at his neck. He hummed before asking, “Wanna take these off now? Pleaseee?”
“Well since you asked so politely,” Joey responded, looking back at Ambrose with a smile, before slowly removing his underwear as well, wincing at the cold air against his hard-on. Ambrose was quick to take it in his hand, slowly pumping up the length of it, causing a groan to escape from Joey. Joey bent forward once more, moving to stick two fingers into Stu’s mouth. Stu swirled his tongue around his fingertips, moaning around them, drool soon dribbling down his chin. Joey soon removed the fingers from his mouth, teasing them against his entrance as he listened to Stu hitch his breath. Ambrose halted the strokes, soon removing his hand, watching as Joey began to push a finger in, eliciting nothing but wails from the man below them.
“So gorgeous,” Ambrose half-whispered, moving his hands to grab at Joey’s chest again, settling to observe until he could make a move. Joey added another finger, beginning to scissor Stu open, gesturing him to move his head to the side so he could kiss him sloppily, clashing tongue against tongue.
“Please—ah—I’m ready, need you in me now,” Stu begged, gasping between every word, struggling to think coherently. Joey indulged, removing his fingers, before lining his tip against Stu’s entrance. Ambrose slid an arm around to place a hand on Stu’s chest again, trailing farther down teasingly, feeling up soft skin.
“How bad do you want it, hm?” Joey asked, grinning evilly, watching Stu attempt to push back onto him. In an attempt to refrain him from stimulation, he moved back as well, backfiring as he moaned slightly at the feeling of Ambrose’s stiff cock against him. Ambrose practically purred into his ear, going to leave hickies against his collarbone area. Ambrose’s hand continued to move downward against Stu, finding its place palming against his dick, causing him to cry out before answering.
“Fuck—Joey, sooo fucking bad, you have no idea,” Stu rambled nonsensically, struggling to form a sentence for the life of him. “All I can think about on stage is you, both of you, ah—fucking me, touching me, whatever, shit—just, please,”
“Oh really? Is that why I catch you hard on stage almost every set?” Joey said, almost cruelly teasing. Stu nodded profusely, hanging his head down in embarrassment at the statement. The room was filled with whimpers and pants of protest as Joey slowly began pushing inside him more and more. Ambrose snickered at Joey’s observation, reveling in the fact Stu had gotten choked up so quickly, causing Ambrose to rub at Stu’s tip at an almost painfully slow pace.
“Don’t worry, I’ll shut him up for you,” Ambrose sneered, mirroring the previous actions of Joey as he moved to snake two fingers into his mouth, causing him to groan against them as he steadily bottomed out inside Stu. Ambrose kept a hand on Stu’s cock, playing with it teasingly, listening to his oohs and aahs as Joey sucked on Ambrose’s fingers. It caused Ambrose to hum softly, mouth agape as he watched Joey commit to the first roll of his hips. Stu hoarsely moaned at the feeling, reflexively tensing up around him, balling his fists into the sheets below him. He removed the fingers from Joey’s mouth, as well as Stu’s crotch for the time being, before slowly inserting a finger into his entrance. Joey groaned, a deep, low sound, vision blurring slightly at the mix of stimulation in his position. Ambrose soon entered another, stretching him out gently, kissing along Joey's neck and whispering sweet nothings into his ears. Ambrose huffed at the sound of Joey sharply whining, as he curled his fingers into his prostate teasingly. He removed the fingers with a lewd pop, before promptly positioning his dick against Joey’s ass with a pleasurable sigh. “Hold still for me. Such a needy thing.”
Ambrose put his tip against the entrance, slow at first, still kissing at Joey’s neck, before a rough snap of the hips that caused the man in front of him to wail. Joey furrowed his eyebrows, panting heavily, standing to adjust himself before moving again. He soon began to move in a delicate back-and-forth motion, fucking into Stu while simultaneously fucking himself against Ambrose. Stu stayed a babbling mess, begging and whimpering as Ambrose brought his hand to his cock once more, his mind being taken over by thoughts of nothing but Joey and Ambrose. Ambrose kept feeling up Joey with his other hand, touching all over his chest and arms, allowing his lips to explore everywhere he could from behind. Joey allowed his arm to stay tight against Stu’s stomach, holding him close, rubbing at his ever-so-sensitive nipple with a calloused thumb. It was blissful, their skin against skin, sweat collecting as they moved in tandem, attempting to touch each other as much as possible.
“Fffuck, Ambs, hnng—you’re…bigger than I thought,” Joey huffed, panting with every thrust whether forward or backward, struggling to keep composure despite the feelings of being sandwiched like this.
“Yeah? You’re tighter than I thought,” Ambrose teased back, grabbing down at his waist, almost scratching at it with how firm his grip was. He rolled his hips forward at a particular spot, causing Joey to cry out, voice going abnormally high and shaky, his grip on Stu becoming tighter as he arched his back into him. Ambrose moaned at the sight, reveling in how hot it was to manage to make Joey fall apart so quickly, watching as he carelessly bucked his hips into Stu before grinding back. Ambrose leaned forward, groaning lowly into Joey’s ear, causing his spine to chill as he spoke: “So pathetic.”
Joey’s thrusts became more sloppy, yet deep as he fucked into Stu, gasping and whimpering along with him, a harmony of pleasure. He slapped a hand to Stu’s ass without a thought and kept a firm grip on it, causing Stu to yelp with a loud, desperate whine.
“‘M so close, God, I’m—pleaseee,” Stu muttered, begging mindlessly, succumbing to his senses as they began to overtake him. Ambrose slowed his movements on Stu’s dick slightly, as Joey adjusted his thrusts, angling to find his prostate.
“So good for me, y-yeah? Hmm?” Joey choked out, speaking lowly, attempting to sound stern although he was becoming desperate, too. Ambrose kept rocking Joey back onto his cock after every thrust forward, noisily wailing before biting his lip in an attempt to muffle it. “Such a slut for me, ah—how adorable,”
“Cum for us, baby,” Ambrose said sweetly, a contrast, and Stu nodded aggressively, unable to produce anything but noise from his mouth. He groaned at every roll of Joey’s hips, vision going blank as he got closer and closer to release. Joey snapped his hips animalistically, biting into his shoulder, Ambrose continuing to softly rub his fingers around Stu’s dick. With a loud cry, white-hot liquid spilled into Ambrose’s hand and onto the bed beneath him, continuing to moan and pant uncontrollably as Joey kept his rhythmic pace of going back and forth. Ambrose whimpered as he soon rammed into Joey, biting, kissing, humming against any available skin in front of him, turning all attention to him as he fucked into him roughly.
“Shit, Amby—so pent up, huh? Fucckkkk…” He trailed off, ending with another whine, laying his head against Stu’s limp back, listening to his overstimulated gasps as he continued to slowly rock into him. “Not gonna... ahhh—last much longer—God…c’mon, angel,”
Ambrose moaned softly at the pet name, leaving a grip on Joey’s waist that was sure to leave bruises, bottoming out with every thrust, sloppily hitting a spot that seemingly drove Joey wild. He twitched against Stu before wailing into his ear, his hips stuttering as he came inside him, Stu groaning softly at the feeling of being filled up. It wasn’t long until Ambrose followed along, a high-pitched, drawn-out moan escaping his mouth as he came inside Joey, continuing to rock his hips to ride out the high before coming to a halt. Joey stayed practically holding Stu from behind as he laid face down against the bed, while Ambrose stumbled to lay next to them both against the cool sheets. Irregular, breathy pants filled the room, as well as the stench of sweat, before Ambrose took to it himself to walk to the bathroom to retrieve a warm wet towel.
“I’d wanna lay on him too, but you need to move over for a bit, okay, darling?” Ambrose said softly, rubbing a hand against Joey’s back, gesturing for him to roll over. He obliged, albeit tiredly, as Ambrose gracefully cleaned him up. He then moved to Stu, doing the same, before assisting to turn him over, looking at his half-lidded dazed expression with a smile. He placed a soft kiss against Stu’s lips, shifting to do the same to Joey, exchanging “I love you”s to the both before settling to lie in between them. Adjusting upward to a more comfortable position, they managed to drift to a much-needed sleep, arms wrapped around one another with legs intertwined, not a thought in their head about how fucking hungover they’d be in the morning.