by ~MandiMorbid
The sounds of pounding drums and shredding guitars blasted through the air, through every barrier, invading the ears of anyone within range. They pumped through Joey’s ears as he was pressed deep into the old, ratty couch he was on. Cory’s body was the weight pushing him in, the force behind the kiss he placed on the drummer’s lips enough to drive his head in further. One of Corey’s hands tangled in long black hair, tugging, making Joey whimper, try and squirm.
“Corey, ” he gasped, and the singer smirked down deviously at him. His fingers grabbed the zipper to Joey’s jump suit and began pulling it down, revealing pale, smooth skin. Joey squirmed. “Hey!” He said, trying to bat Corey’s hand away. “We have to go on soon, we don’t have time!”
Corey pulled the zipper down further, revealing Joey’s black plaid boxers. “You were the one to pull me back here, ” Corey reminded him, his blue eyes burning into Joey. “You were the one all over me.” He pushed the jump suit off Joey’s shoulders, who still tried to resist. “Don’t tease me if you can’t live up to the fuck later.”
Joey gasped as Corey’s nails dragged down his chest and stomach, as he grasped him through his boxers. Joey still squirmed, but was becoming a little less resistant, his arousal making it hard to refuse. Corey smirked and leaned back, pulling Joey up and nearly ripping the jumpsuit off his arms. He got off the drummer and pulled him up, forcing the suit down around his thighs. Joey tried to squirm away, and Corey clutched his wrist, gripping tight.
“Ow!” Joey said, “Fuck, that hurts Corey!” The singer grinned sadistically, and Joey knew his cry was a mistake. He pinched his lips together as Corey pulled his boxers down, and chuckled. Joey’s weeping cock pulsed in the thick air, making Corey’s smirk grow.
“Oh Joey, ” he said, pulling him close and leaning into his ear, “you’re such a little bitch.” He bit his neck, making Joey yelp, Corey’s teeth digging into the flesh. He reached up and clawed at Corey’s back, at the soft, buzzed hair on his head. He whimpered, put pushed closer to Corey, unable to deny how hot he was underneath his flesh.
Corey smirked and turned him around, pushing him down so his hands were braced on the back of the couch. He unzipped his own jump suit and pulled his cock out. He slicked his hands with saliva and stroked, biting his lower lip as his body called for something, anything to sink deep into. He smirked at looked at Joey, perfectly offered before him, his pale ass stuck out.
Corey grabbed a handful of that soft flesh and Joey’s hip, the other hand grasping his cock. He guided himself to Joey’s pink center, forced himself into that tight body. Joey cried out, tears brimming in his eyes. He bit down hard on his tongue as Corey moved, rough, fast, making his insides light on fire. He shook his head, black hair flying around him. His cock twitched, left unattended, and made him whimper.
Corey gritted his teeth as he fucked deep inside the drummer, his hot, tight walls clenching him. He gasped and leaned forward, onto Joey, their skin slick already. “You’re so tight, ” Corey hissed, teeth running along the back of his neck.
“Fuck me hard, ” Joey gasped back, “rip me open, then.” Corey grinned and one of his hands clawed at Joey’s stomach, before grasping his cock. The drummer moaned, and Corey stroked him fast, kept a tight grip on him. His cock was buried inside Joey, who had stopped hurting and was off in the burning white euphoria Corey sent him to every time they fucked. His head tossed, hair flying around wildly, as his hands took the couch in a death grip.
Corey groaned, his body on fire. His jumpsuit began slipping off his shoulders, and the warm, thick air of the room smacked against his back and neck. He thrust faster, wanted to bury his entire body deep inside Joey, in that tight heat that was making his balls ache.
Joey was nearly screaming now, trembling beneath, around Corey. His body ached for release, but he bit his tongue and kept himself confined. He wouldn’t come unless Corey told him to. He was afraid of what the singer might do if he did, considering the sadistic turn he’d taken.
“C-Corey, ” Joey gasped. The singer replied with a low moan, his tongue tracing Joey’s jugular vein. “I can’t wait, ” he whimpered, lower lip protruding out, pale blue eyes needy. He clenched Corey impossibly tight to emphasize, and the singer gasped. His own orgasm was clawing at his body, invading the corners of his veins and threatening to blow his body to pieces, splattering the walls with his hot insides.
“Yes you can, ” Corey insisted, thrusting in harder. But as he said it he wasn’t sure he was even capable of waiting, let along making Joey wait. He nuzzled the back of Joey’s neck, his hair, and gripped Joey’s cock tighter.
The drummer cried out and his hips thrust. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t wait. His orgasm ripped through his like lightning, sparks rushing down his spine, white hot fire clouding his vision, that same fire rushing out his cock. His body tightened up so much Corey was sure he might be stuck, and he let his own orgasm wreck him. He bit the back of Joey’s neck as he came deep inside him.
Joey stood there, trembling, gripping the couch for support. If he let go, he’d fall, and he knew it. Corey still leaned against him, rushed breaths hitting Joey’s neck, his ear. They stayed like that for a while, before Corey finally pulled out of Joey’s tight body. The drummer missed him instantly.
Joey slipped down to the couch, turning over and sitting on it, slumping forward. Corey slipped his jumpsuit back into place and zipper it up, then reached down and stroked the drummer’s hair softly. Joey looked up at him, and for a brief second their eyes locked in a sea of blue on blue. There was a hint of tenderness there, that made Joey smile. Then it was gone, and Corey had turned off, and Joey was left to pull his boxers and jumpsuit back up. He left it open and hanging around his waist.
No matter how rough Corey was, Joey knew on the inside he loved him. It was there, hidden in those insane blue eyes. Corey just expressed everything better through his rough, violent touches rather than soft ones.
Joey leaned back into the couch just as the door opened. Mick stood in the doorway, nearly filling it with his tall, muscular frame, his mask gripped in one hand. His blue eyes took in the scene; Corey turned away, arms folded, and Joey panting on the couch, half naked. He rolled his eyes.
“Get the fuck ready, ” he said, “we’re on in a few minutes.” He turned and walked away, used to walking in on them in the middle of their pre-show sex. Walking in after was abnormal for Mick.
Joey stood up and slipped his suit fully on, then zipped it up. Corey walked by him, a hand trailing over his chest, gripping the suit and nearly dragging him along. Joey stumbled a little, then fell in step slightly behind Corey, body ready for even more tough love.