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Essey kissed David with fervor, her hands running through his hair, and grinding against him. He had his hands on her hips and held onto them while he licked and suckled on her neck. He had an obvious bulge in his pants.

They were in his car outside of the studio where his band was going to be rehearsing. She had teased him with a certain look in her eyes before she had immediately climbed into his lap the minute they parked.

He pulled away from her neck. "Get in the backseat and lay down." He commanded. She nodded before got out of his lap and started to climb into the backseat. She yelped when he smacked her ass with his palm. "I couldn't resist." He said with a cheeky grin.

"Asshole." She muttered, making him laugh. He got out and made sure nobody was around before he climbed into the backseat. He got in-between her legs and reached underneath her skirt. He pulled her panties off and made sure to stuff them into his pants. He pushed her top up until her bare breast was showing.

He moved down to her legs and spread them. She let out a little moan when she felt him lick the tip of her clit lightly. She let out a gasp and a loud moan as she felt him bury his tongue into her and began to eat her out with fervor. "Oh fuck! David!" She moaned out as her hands stayed in his hair and she used them to hold him there.

He licked and sucked at her clit at the same time that he slid two of his fingers inside of her, making her actually scream in pleasure. He smirked to himself and moved his other hand up to fondle her breast. He was so wrapped up in her that he didn't even realize that his guitarist had come out of the studio trying to look for him.

Sykes noticed that David's car was in the lot and was about to go over and look in when he heard what sounded like a woman scream that could only be described as pleasure. He threw caution to the wind and moved closer before he looked inside of the fogged up car.

His mouth dropped open seeing Essey lying on her back, her shirt halfway up her body and her skirt pushed up while her hands gripped onto David's hair as he ate her out. Pretty good too if the way she was moaning and gripping his hair was anything to go by.

Sykes watched as David finally pulled himself up from her clit and buckled and undid his pants. He watched him pull out his impressive cock and pump it a few times. He then went in between her legs and he watched as David slammed himself inside of her.

"Oh fuck!" Essey cried out as he gave fast and hard thrusts inside of her. She put her hand's on his back and one of her legs around his waist. He slipped one of her nipples into his mouth, softly biting on them. "Ahh! D-David! Fuck you feel so good." She whimpered. Her eyes squeezed shut and her body begging for release.

"Cum for me." He softly commanded, still biting her Nicoles. One particular hard thrust sent her over the edge and she tightened around him before she came, her nails almost digging into his back. David thrusted inside of her a few more times before he pulled out and came all over her stomach and chest with a deep moan.

Sykes quickly backed away from the window, a blush on his face and a bulge in his own pants. He couldn't decide if he wanted to watch them, be in David's place, or be in Essey's place and that scared him. It's not as if he'd never been with men before, he had. Just didn't want to want David. The guitarist and frontman never got along and it became even more volatile when sex was involved.

The only exception he could ever remember was their brethren from Def Leppard, that band from Sweden, and that band from the US that had just gotten their big break. He was almost certain the guitarist and frontman were either fucking or wanting to fuck each other.

She hadn't even realized that David had seen him leave.

"Sykes was watching us." He said in her ear as they calmed down from their backseat romp. "Don't tell me we traumatized the poor pretty guitarist of yours." She said. "I would actually feel bad. He's adorable." David chucked into her neck as he licked it.

"English rocker can't be traumatized by sex, love. We have it too much with each other, significant others, friends, or groupies."

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He wasn't sure how he got in this position. Being sandwiched between Essey, who ran her hands all over his body, and David, who had his arms around his waist, hard on pressed against him. Essey pulled him into a tongue filled kiss, her hands running through his hair.

"Fair warning: she loves long blond hair." He whispered in his ear. She pushed his open shirt down until it hit the floor. David separated from him and moved just as Essey pushed him onto the bed and straddled his hips. "I feel like this should've been a fight." Sykes said, even as he put his hands on her waist.

"It would've been, if I didn't already know she wants you and if I didn't already have certain thoughts about you, love." David said as he ran her fingers through his hair. "Reason why you're not playing with him right now?" She asked David. "I will." He said before he got up. He easily picked her up, making him protest, and carried her to the chair by their camera.

Sykes had honestly completely forgotten about the camera that he had let them turn on and record them.

Rockstars really did love their cameras a little bit too much. Or at least that's what Viv had said when Sykes had accidentally come across a tape of him and Adrian.

"Stay over here for a minute. I'm playing with him right now." He commanded before kissing her, making her cut off her incoming rant about being interrupted.

He walked back to the bed and grabbed the waist band of his guitarist pants, who raised his hips to let David pull them off. He was now completely bare, long hair spread across the bed, and hard cock lying against his stomach. "Bloody beautiful. That was my first thought when I first saw you on stage with Thin Lizzy." He said.

"Funny. I thought that when I saw you in the video for the original version of Here I Go Again. Fueled my fantasies for months." Sykes said. David removed his shirt and pants. He smirked at the wide eye look that Sykes gave him.

He spread his legs before lying on top of him, giving a sigh when their cocks touched. He kissed and licked Sykes neck, making him throw his head back to give him more access. He then bit his neck slightly, making him gasp. "You're mine now. Just like Essey is." He said in his ear, grinding his hips into his.

Sykes let out a low moan, grinding as best he could against David, as he felt their cocks touch. "Feels so good." He whispered, holding onto his waist before grabbing his ass and pulling him closer.

"Ha! He finally did what I've been wanting to do!" Essey exclaimed, a grin on her face. "I know something else you can do." David told her before he stood up from the bed. He did a 'come here' motion with his finger towards her, knowing it always did something to her.

She got up and walked over to him and pulled her close to him, kissing her fervently, his tongue battling with hers. He tore her button up shirt open, revealing her white bra, before focusing on her shorts. "Grab the camera." He told Sykes. He grabbed the camera and held it, watching it record them.

David laid back on the bed took the camera from Sykes. Essey climbed onto the bed near him. Sykes climbed on after her. "You ever done this before, love?" David asked Sykes. He nodded his head. "Won't even ask who in fear that I might want to punch somebody for having you." David said. Sykes smiled at him before he grabbing his cock.

He put the head to his mouth snd licked the head, making David give a small gasp. He put only the head in his mouth and began to suck it, making sure to use his tongue. Essey licked and sucked on the side. "That's it. Oh Christ." He moaned, letting them worship him. He put his hand in Sykes' hair and pulled it back to keep it from getting in his way.

Essey moved back to let Sykes work. He slid it into his mouth further until he couldn't take anymore. She put her hand around the part thsy he couldn't take. He bobbed his head up and down the shaft in a fast motion, with her pumping it in her hand in time with his movements.

"Fuck." David cursed, grabbing onto Sykes' hair and pushing him further down. He let a moan around the length before pulling himself off and letting Essey take over. "You know how I like it." She said, before taking him into her mouth. He handed the camera to Sykes before he grabbed onto her hair and shoved her mouth down on him.

Sykes watched in fascination as she stayed with half of his length in her mouth before she pulled away with a gasp before she took it back into her mouth. David held her hair rightly and pushed her up and down on his cock, panting and grunting all the while. She let out loud moans at the rough treatment.

David removed himself from her mouth. "She hates swallowing ." He said. He took the camera from Sykes and handed it to her. He pushed Sykes onto his back and climbed back in-between his legs, spreading them on each side of his hips. He lathered himself in lube before lining himself up with Sykes' entrance.

"How do you like it?" He asked. "Fast." He said. David nodded before he pushed himself inside of him. Sykes eyes went wide and he gasped. "Holy fuck. I think he's stretching me out." He said. "That's what I said our first time having sex." Essey said. Sykes grabbed her and had her sit on his face so that he could eat her out.

"Why do I feel like you've been wanting to do that since you saw us in the car?" David asked as he began to thrust inside of him in a fast pace. Sykes couldn't answer of course and he began to lap at her pussy, making her moan. He moaned into her clit at the feeling of the rhrust, wrapping his legs slightly around his waist. He moved her off of his mouth slightly. "Don't hold back, David." He said before he dived back into her.

"Oh shit." She whimpered, her head going back as she rode his face. "We're keeping you after this." She said. David picked up his thrust, making sure he hit Sykes spot, making him cry out. Sykes grabbed her waist and had her ride his face even more, continuing to lick deep into her clit and tongue fuck her.

"You like that?" David asked her. She nodded, her face contorted in pleasure. "He's so fucking good at this." She moaned. David placed his hand at the tip of her pussy and rubbed it in a face pace, knowing she was already close. "Oh fuck. Oh my god. I'm cumming!" She cried out just before she came on Sykes face and David's hand. Sykes moaned in approval before letting her up.

She settled against the wall and watched through her camera as her Cover went to town on their new beau. He placed his full body weight on top of him and began to pummel into him, making him cry out in pleasure as he clutched onto David's back. "Oh fuck! Ahh! Don't stop!" He begged.

David pulled his head using his hair and bit at his neck softly. "So fucking tight. Feel so good, love." He grunted. He bent his knees up a little bit, making him go deep and pounding into him. Sykes cried out snd screamed, surely waking up neighbors, not that he gave a shit.

"Oh fuck! He's so fucking good!" He cried out. "He really likes to be ridden." Essey said. She sat the camera on the table next to the bed and pushed David's hair away from his face and kissed him. She climbed onto Sykes stomach, grabbing his dick and pumping it while she tongue kissed her love.

David pushed her until her back was against Sykes chest and he entered Sykes inside of her, making her gasp. All the while he kept up on brutal thrust. Essey moved herself up and down on Sykes, throwing her head back against his shoulder and moaning. He grabbed onto her breast and held them tightly, moving his hips up a little bit to match her.

He moaned loudly at the feel of David's brutal thrust and Essey's warmth and wetness. David could fell his orgasm approaching and tried to hold it together so they could finish first. "Oh god. He's gonna make me fun again." Essey moaned. Her body was shaking with the feeling of her end coming again.

"I'm so close, Es." Sykes moaned as he thrusted his hips up. "Cum inside her, Sykes. She's on the pill." David said. Sykes nodded but he started speeding up his thrust, making her cry out. She held her hands to his that he had moved to her waist and came hard. Sykes cried out as he followed her, feeling her up with his load.

David gave a few more thrust before he came spilling inside of him. Essey moved off of Sykes  and collapsed on the bed. David pulled out of Sykes, and Sykes cuddled close to her. David settled himself next to her.

"We're keeping him. Nobody is allowed to have him but us." She said, referring to Sykes.

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1984:
Warren climbed down from his bunk. "What are you doing, Torch?" Robbin asked, quietly. He gave him a certain look before getting into his bunk next to him and closes the curtain. "Warren! We're in a bus filled with people!" Robbin hissed, trying to be quiet.

"Juan can sleep through a hurricane, Bobby has his headphones in, and Stephen is dead to the world." Warren said, as he trailed his hand from Robbin's chest to his pajama bottoms. "The driver?" He asked, already feeling himself losing this battle. "Focused on the road. I want you." Warren said, slipping his inside.

He wrapped his finger's around Robbin's cock, rubbing the slit at the head with his thumb. He kissed him to keep the low groan quiet. "You're gonna get his caught." He said, pulling away. "You're the one who climbed down just so you could touch my dick!" Robbin whispered.

Warren ignored him and started pumping his hand up and down. Robbin put his hand over his mouth and gasped. He checked to make sure the curtain was closed before br reached down and pulled his pants down enough to free his length.

Warren licked the head of it before slipping it into his mouth, sucking and twirling his tongue only around the head. Robbin covered took his pillow and put it over his face to shut off his moans. His pillow was removed by a very proud of himself, Warren.

"On your stomach." He said. He smirked when Robbin could barely turn himself around onto his stomach. He pulled Robbin's pants down enough to see his, in Warren's opinion, very fine ass. He pulled off his, making sure they didn't fall out of the bunk. He moved the pillow closer to Robbin and himself.

Robbin was loud during sex but hell do was he.

He got on top of Robbin and rubbed the head of his hardened cock against his ass. "Stop being a tease." Robbin whispered. He smirked and reached down. He pushed his head into him, making Robbin have to hold in his gasp. "Bring lube next time, Warren." He said in a quiet boice.

Warren responded by roughly the rest of himself into him, making him have to bite the pillow to muzzle his loud moan. Warren opened the curtain a little bit, relieved to see that they hadn't woken anyone up. "You're okay gorgeous." Warren said in his ear.

He began to thrust and grind into his ass, making Robbin bite his lip to hold in another moan. Warren began to pound into him, knowing they didn't have much time or space. Robbin panted, his eyes squeezed shut in pure pleasure.

Warren had his back legs on side of him, his chest against back, and his hands placed on Robbin's that were holding the bedsheets tight. Warren put his face in his neck to hide his own sound as pleasure, speeding up his movements inside of him.

"Always so tight for me." He whispered into his bandmate and lover's ear. He could feel himself getting close to his end and he knew well by now that Robbin wasn't too far behind. "Do you love me, King?" He whispered in a panting voice. "Fuck, Torch. You know I love you." Robbin whispered, his face contorted in pleasure as he bit into his pillow to keep the sounds either low or in.

Warren gave a slightly too loud moan before he came inside of Robbin, his hips jerking as he kept on moving. When he was done, he rolled off of him and helped him turn around. When Robbin was on his back, he wrapped his hand around his length and jerked him until he came in his hand. He had to smash his lips onto Robbin's to keep him quiet.

He put his pants back on and Robbin pulled his back up. He leaned in close to Robbin, his head in the crook of his neck. This was normal for them even before they started fooling around. The guys wouldn't get suspicious at this. Warren used to always end up curling next to Robbin or Stephen on bunks when they first started touring.

"I love you, my King." He said in his ear. "Love you too, my Torch." Robbin said. "I kinda want to see Stephen take you." Warren said. "Quiet waters really are the deepest." Robbin joked.

They had the curtain closed so they never saw Stephen staring at Robbin's bunk after seeing that Warren had left his and never came back to it.

If they did, they would've realized that Stephen had heard every muffled moan and gasp.

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Stephen looked at his rhythm guitarist, who was writing in his notebook, his guitar next to him. They were in a hotel room alone as Warren was in one of his 'I want to be alone' moods and decided to be by himself in a room and Bobby jad decided to share with Juan.

Leaving Stephen stuck with Robbin. Not that it was a bad thing. He loved his rhythm guitarist. He just didn't know how to bring up what he has heard on the tour bus. It confused him in alot of ways.

It was only natural for rockstars to turn to each other on tours considering all the time they spent together. Hell, he knew of a few or knew a few who had turned to each other for actual relationships. Like the frontman and rhythm guitarist from that English band Warren had talked about.

He had been convinced that Robbin had a crush on the rhythm guitarist with how much he praised his work on their last album back in 1983. He had fooled around with Eddie even before this very tour, himself.

That wasn't an actual relationship though. They loved each other but only as friends with benefits or just friends. Stephen maybe would have gone for him if he wasn't so damn stuck on Robbin and how much he wanted him.

So it had left him just a little bit confused with jealousy and being turned on. He never said his lead guitarist wasn't desirable.

He grew uncomfortable with the silence and decided to bite the bullet.

"I heard you and Warren on the bus." He said, casually. Robbin stopped writing and looked at him in alarm. "How the hell-" he was cut off. "Turns out Warren is good at making you loud. Pretty sure that loud moan you tried to keep in woke me back up. I'm kinda jealous." Stephen said.

"Why would you be jealous? You get groupies everywhere you go." Robbin pointed out with a roll of his eyes. "Don't tell me you're going to tell me and Warren to stop." He said.

"Dude, I fuck Eddie whenever I get my chance most of the time. That'll be hypocritical. Pretty sure Bobby wants to fuck Juan anyway. And that British band Warren likes and hangs out with too much has their frontman and rhythm guitarist as a thing." Stephen said.

Robbin looked surprised at the first part. "I'm not sure rather to be disturbed by the idea of Eddie Van Halen naked or surprised that he let you touch him." He said. "I resent that thank you very much." Robbin tore off a piece of paper., balled it up, and threw it at him.

"Why are you jealous anyway?" Robbin asked as he closed his notebook for the night and got into his bed. "I either want to fuck you or fuck Warren to the point his bed breaks right now. Usually it's you." Stephen confessed. Robbin stayed silent. "Well shit. He told me he kinda wanted to see you with me." He said finally.

"I'm taking that as my cue to demand you get into this bed now." Stephen said. Robbin got into bed and Stephen didn't hesitate to push him on his back and straddle him. "Thought you wanted to fuck me." Robbin said, putting his hands on his hips.

"That can wait until I get my hands on my lead." Stephen said as he crashed his lips onto Robbin's.

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"You had sex with Stephen didn't you." Warren said. "Should I ask?" Robbin asked. "He keeps staring at you. How's your ass by the way?" He retorted. Robbin smacked his arm. "I did him, asshole." He replied. Warren looked at him. "I very much need to see that. I also need to do that." He said in a daze.

"Maybe you will. He wants you too." Robbin said. "Bobby said we're too damm loud bu the way." He added. "So is his groupies. He'll live. He needs to grow a pair and fuck Juan."

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"My two favorite guitarists!" Stephen said, seeing his rhythm and lead. "We're your only guitarists, Stephen." Robbin said. "Doesn't mean I can't favor you." He said right before he pushed Robbin onto the bed. He looked up at Warren in a chair with his camera.

"A camera? Nobody better ever say that the quiet ones are innocent." He said. "Who said I was innocent?" Warren asked, looking at his frontman the same way he always looked at his guitar partner. "Lynch." Robbin said. "Lynch can barely admit he wants to fuck Don, baby." Warren said.

He turned his camera on and put it on its tripod before he walked in front of it and sat on the bed. "Robbin." He said. Robbin got up from the bed and stood in front of him. He removed his leather pants and shirt. "That's a pretty sight." Stephen said from his spot next to Warren against the wall.

"Says the pretty frontman." Robbin said as Warren grabbed his length. "We're always the prettiest ones. Just look at Vince." Stephen said. "Vince would kil you for that as much as Mick would." Warren said before he wrapped his lips around Robbin.

"Holy shit. I need a close up of that." Stephen said as he quickly got the camera and went back to the bed. Much to his very slight annoyance, Warren already started ducking his guitar partner off. "Fuck, I love this mouth. He's the only one who could ever take whole." Robbin grunted, grabbing onto Warren's hair.

"First, nobody told you to have a big size to match your height. Second, yeah I got nothing except Christ if I knew my lead looked this good on his knees, I would've been had him on them daily." Stephen groaned. "Only your lead?" Robbin asked, snapping his hips into Warren's mouth slightly.

"Never only my lead, my Rhythm." He said. He grabbed the back of Warren's hair and used it to speed up his movements on Robbin's cock. "Holy shit." Robbin moaned. Warren looked at his frontman with annoyed eyes. "What? Our King deserves the best. That's including a good blowjob." Stephen said, nonchalantly. "And you're the quiet one. Nobody is going to really question your lack of talking if he gives you a sore throat and mouth."

"Kinda already did that." Robbin said right before he tightened his hold in Warren's hair and pushed his entire length down his throat. "Fuck. His mouth is so fucking good." He moaned, holding him head still as he fucked his mouth. Warren looked at Robbin with his pretty eyes, loving the way his mouth got used by his partner.

"Oh hell." Stephen said, his hard cock in his hand and pumping it. He was now completely naked. Warren pulled off of Robbin's length and looked at the gorgeous sight of his singer pleasuring himself. He climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. "Nevermind. This wouldn't made me put him on his knees." Stephen said, holding onto his waist and squeezing the ass he would often stare at or fantasize about taking.

Robbin had grabbed the camera from Stephen and pointed it to them. "Gonna have the time of your life there, Torch?" He asked. "You're gonna have the time on your life on your hands and knees." Warren said. "If there's someone other than me who's getting you two, I'm going to kick their ass." Stephen said.

"You think I'd share him with just anyone? He's mine and yours, frontman." Warren said as he slid himself down on Stephen's cock. "Nobody is allowed to have him except for us." He said, in a shaky voice. "Stephen's eyes went wide with the idea of owning Robbin and Warren and Warren's tightness around him.

"Have you barely stuffed this ass of his? He's fucking tight." He said. "I did our first time together. Had him shaking and screaming. He's just naturally tight." Robbin said. "That was because of your dick size. Not because you were that good." Warren lied.

Robbin knew how to use his size and had absolutely no problems taking Warren anyway he wanted.

He gasped as his head was pulled back. "Don't make me stuff your mouth again, Torch." He said. "I kinda want to hear those pretty sounds I didn't get to hear on the tour bus." Stephen snickered at the look his lead gave Robbin. "I could've just did that to Bobby to this entire time?" He asked.

"Don't even think about it. I don't need the mental image of Bobby without his clothes on. I'm not Juan." Robbin said. He then turned to attention back to his partner. "Was I too rough with you, baby?" He asked, noticing that he was quieter then usual.

Robbin also knew how to be rough. What he didn't know was how to turn off his need to be gentle with Warren. Something he adored so he never complained.

"I'm fine. That was really fucking hot." He said before he brought Robbin in for a deep kiss. It lasted for a few minutes before Warren pulled away and moved back. "Never change, King." Stephen said. No sooner did he say that did Warren start lifting himself up and down, his hands flat on Stephen's shoulders.

Stephen tightened his hold on his hips as he rode him hard and fast, silent moans turning into louder ones. "Fuck, Robbin. He's so fucking good." Warren whimpered, bouncing ok his cock now. He threw his head back and borderline screamed as his spot was hit over and over again. "He was just as good when he rode me." Robbin panted, pumping his length.

Stephen thrusted his hips up to meet him, his hands holding tight to his ass. "I should've had him do this a long fucking time ago- fuck!" He grunted. "Are you able to ride someone?" He asked Robbin. "Only if it's reverse and I'm not having to bend my legs. Believe me, I've tried and it's fucking uncomfortable the other way around." Robbin said.

"Looks real good on someone's shoulders though." Warren laughed as he leaned down more and placed his hands on the bedsheets. Robbin moved to the back of him and cursed at the sight of Stephen's cock going in and out of Warren with every motion.

"Oh fuck. Holy fuck.” Stephen moaned. He sat up unexpectedly and made Warren lean back onto the bed, keeping himself inside of him. Warren’s knees were bent close to his chest snf his hands were on Stephen’s shoulders.

He threw his head back with a loud scream as Stephen began to pummel him through the bed. “Oh fuck! Right there! Fuck me, baby. Don’t stop.” He begged, his nails digging into the bedsheets. Stephen growled into his neck and bit down hard, officially marking Warren as his.

He sat up on his knees and snapped his hips deep inside of him, holding onto Warren’s waist to being him down. “So much for him being lazy, huh, Torch?” Robbin teased. He had to stop pumping himself just so he wouldn’t end up cumming from the sight in front of him.

“If he does this to another groupie, I’m kicking his ass.” Warren said. “You hear that? You’re mine now.” He said. “Might want to tell Eddie that too.” Robbin said. “Eh, pretty sure he’s busy getting fucked by his about to be new frontman.” Stephen said before he moshed and snapped his hips harder.

He felt that familiar warmth and willed it down. He wasn’t cunning unless it was in his rhythm’s ass. He had wanted him for too long to give it up now. “Are you close?” Robbin asked. “Fuck. Yes. Holy shit I’m never giving this up. I’d be cunning right now if I didn’t intend to paint you, King.” He said in a shaky breath, struggling to hold back.

Robbin wrapped his hand around Warren’s neglected cock and tugged on it, making him cry out as he came all over his stomach. He groaned when Stephen immediately pulled out of him. Robbin just barely gave him the camera before he was pulled towards a chair. Stephen sat in it and pulled him close.

Warren turned around onto his stomach, too tired to move, letting the camera record them. “Come on, show me how you do this.” Stephen encouraged, his hands holding his cock straight. Robbin nodded and pushed his ass down onto him, a deep moan coming from him.

“Holy shit. Definitely not lasting long.” He heard Stephen say. He felt him grab his hips tightly and he moved his legs to be wider. He squeezed the chair cushions as he bounced up and down on him, his blond hair flying into his face. “Oh shit! Knew this ass would be good.” Steohen moaned, grinding his hips into his.

“Wanted this for so fucking long.” Robbin moaned, his spot getting hit over and over again. “Is it as good as you expected?” Stephen asked. “Better-“ Robbin was cut off as Stephen lifted himself up, keeping himself sheathed in him. “Knees on the cushion.” He ordered.

Robbin obeyed and put his knees on the cushion, before moaning outloud to the point that he had to bite the cushion below him as Stephen went to abuse his hole with thrusts. “So. Fucking. Tight.” He said between each thrust. “Fuck! Stephen! I’m so fucking close!” He moaned. He reached behind him to make Stephen go deeper. “Fuck! Me too, Robbin. Me too.” He said right before he gave one final thrust.

He let out a loud moan as he filled him with his load, holding onto his hips tightly. Robbin screamed into the cushion he was biting as he came all over it. They stayed there to relax a little bit before Stephen pulled out of him. He probably collapsed had Robbin not caught him in time. “My hero.” He muttered, putting his nose in his neck.

Robbin set him gently on the bed before he grabbed the now stopped recording camera from Warren. “He tired you out.” He said with a snicker as he laid down between them. “Shut up and go to sleep.” Warren said curling into his side. Stephen settler his head on his chest.

Robbin let out a quiet fond laugh when he realized he had fallen asleep a minute later. “Love you, my frontman.”

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1988, New Jersey Tour:

Richie watched with a fond look while Jon interacted with the crowd like he always did when he performed. He was such an energetic performer, always giving it his all, even at the cost of his incredible voice.

He also always looked so utterly beautiful on stage. His long and aqua-net covered hair wet with sweat and always wearing the most revealing of outfits that made Richie want to drag him to the nearest dark corner and fuck him senseless. Or have him fuck him. He wasn’t picky.

Tonight, Jon wore a black vest that showed his chest hair, tight black leather pants that made his ass look incredible, black leather jacket, and boots. Jon was dancing to the music of ‘Lay Your Hands On Me’. Something that very much described the look Richie had seeing Jon shake his ass.

He wanted to utterly ravage his frontman and lover in front of every single woman and man who wanted him, just so they knew who Jon belonged to. Who he laid down with every night, either out of exhaustion from a long night of performing or from a long night of sex.

Richie was brought out of his highly inappropriate thoughts by Jon dancing over to him, leaning on him slightly while he did his solo, his hips moving to the beat. He would have to wait until after fair last song for the night to finish before he could do what he wanted.

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Richie backed Jon up against the wall of a bathroom and kissed him hard the minute they had arrived backstage. "Should I ask what has you so riled up tonight?" Jon asked, after Richie ended their intense tongue battle and travelled down to his neck, kissing and licking at it.

"That damn outfit but especially these pants. Leather does wonders for your ass and it's real fucking hard to concentrate when all you want to do is ravage you." Richie said before he bit down hard on his neck, making him gasp. He quickly moved to lock the door, not wanting to be interrupted.

Richie licked the bite mark, running his hands down from his waist to his leather clad ass. He reconnected their lips and began to undo his tight jeans, releasing his hard cock from its confines. Jon reached down to push his own pants down, pushing them down enough so Richie had easy access.

They hated having to resort to quickies but it’s not as if they wouldn’t do this again at a hotels

Richie reached into his pocket and pulls out a bottle of lube with a smirk. "You sneaky little shit!" Jon exclaimed, failing to keep the smile off of his face. "You wear tight and revealing clothes daily, beautiful. I would've had you on your knees by now if I didn't know it ain't good for your throat." He said.

"You can do that when we have the chance." Jon promised before he turned around and placed hands on the wall. Richie groaned and pushed those sinful leather pants down even further, releasing Jon to the cool air. "Fucking hell it should be illegal to have an ass like this, beautiful." He panted as he pushed himself against his globes and grinding against them.

"Nobody else complains." Jon said, pushing back against him. "I'm not complaining and I know. The difference is that nobody is allowed to have you but me.” Richie said. He opened the bottle of lube and slicked himself up. He had Jon lean against the wall bg his front half, leaving his ass to stick out before he plunged into him.

"Oh shit-" Jon gasped, feeling his hole getting stretched. "Fuck your so big. Would hurt like hell if you didn't use the lube." He panted. Richie chuckled in his hair and held his hips as he started to plunge himself in and out. "Oh shit!" Jon moaned, feeling Richie hit him spot.

"Always so tight, baby." Richie said in his ear. Jon put his head on his arm, trying to keep his moans quiet to some degree. He gasped when Richie pulled him back by his hair. "No you don't. I wanna hear you. I want everyone to know who you belong to and whose tight ass this belongs to." Richie said. “Same goes for you, babe. Far too many people want my guitarist.” Jon said.

He began to snap his hips against his ass, holding tight to his hips and moving him back everytime he moved. He groaned when he saw Jon's globes give a slight jiggle as skin slapping against skin was beard. "Oh fuck! Richie! Right there." He moaned, no longer muffling his sounds. “Feels so fucking good.”

A loud pounding on the door came before they heard the sound of David’s voice. "Hurry the bell up! People do have to use the bathroom, you assholes! And tell Jon the whole damn building can hear him probably!" He yelled. "Sorry! We'll hurry up." Richie said before he chuckled low in Jon's hair.

He start pummeling himself into him, feeling his orgasm approaching. He reached his hand in front of Jon and pumped him. "Who do you belong to, beautiful? Let me hear it." He said in his ear. "You! I belong to you!" Jon moshed, his eyes squeezed shut as his end was fast approaching.

"Come on, beautiful. Cum for me." Richie panted. Jon let out one final cry before he came in Richie's hand. Richie grunted and still his movements before he spilled inside of him. He held Jon against the wall for a minute, breathing hard, before he pulled out and pushed Jon's pants back up for him.

Richie tucked himself back into his jeans, before turned around and kissed him deeply. “We’re continuing this at the hotel. I I’m not done with you yet.” Richie said.

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“This what you meant when you said you weren’t done with me yet?” Jon asked with a pant present in his voice, his hands clenched in Richie’s hair. He was standing on the edge of the bed in their hotel room, his clothes scattered all over the floor.

Richie’s clothes were also scattered all over the floor and he was sitting on the bed. He had his hands on Jon’s ass as he practically devoured his cock in his mouth. Richie pulled away with a sharp breath, a popping noise filling the air, jerking his cock in his fist. “One of them. I’m taking my find with you.” He said.

“And the fantastic blowjob?” Jon asked, a low moan coming out afterwards. “I can’t tfuck your mouth but you can fuck mine.” Richie replied. Jon immediately took his hair in a tight grip. “Open up for me.” He softly ordered. Richie obeyed and he shoved his cock into Richie’s mouth. Richie gave a loud moan at the rough treatment before he grabbed Jon’s ass again.

Jon thrusted his hips into Richie’s mouth and Richie took as deep into his throat as he could without possibly making his throat hurt the next day. “Fuck. Such a warm month.” Jon moaned. He stopped his movements and let Richie control the pace. He bobbed his head back and forth, making sure to take it to the point ehere his nose touched the bit of pubic hair that Job had.

“God, Richie. That feels so good.” Jon moaned, his eyes staying open so he could see his guitarist work. Richie looked up at him with his beautiful dark eyes, mouth and lips stretched around his dick that slid in and out of his mouth. “Oh hell. So beautiful like this. Not gone last much longer.” Jon said. He whimpered when Richie slid his mouth off of him.

“Sorry, beautiful. You’re not coming until I have throughly ravaged you.” Richie said. He moved Jon to straddle his hips before laid back on the bed. Jon leaned down and kissed him passionately, letting his tongue explore his Richie’s mouth. Richie moved his hand through Jon’s hair.

Jon rolled his hips against his slowly, moaning as their cocks rubbed against each other. Richie tilted his hand back and let him kiss and suckle at his neck. Richie moaned softy and moved his hands from Jon’s hair, to his shoulders, to his back, to his stomach, and finally to where his cock was.

He gave himself a few pumps before sliding himself into Jon’s still stretched out hole. Jon broke the kiss with a gasp, his mouth falling open. “Oh my god.” He whispered. “That feel good?” Richie asked. Jon nodded his head. He sat up completely, taking more of him into his ass with a sigh.

He placed his hands on Richie’s chest and lifted himself up an down slowly. Richie took him bg the hips and helped him to move up and down and backwards and forth, gaining a rhythm with each move he made. “Fuck. Faster, baby.” Richie softly ordered. Jon went faster, moaning as he did so.

He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer but he wanted to make this last as long as he possibly could. So, he kept up his second speed, making sure he took Richie as deep as he could everytime. He moaned everytime he felt his spot being touched. Richie held his hips in a tight grip, watching through hooded eyes and a slightly open mouth as he rode his cock like a champ.

“Fuck. You’re so beautiful.” He said. He sat up until he was sitting with Jon in his lap and kissed him passionately, holding onto him as he rode him even faster, loud moans spilling from his mouth. “Richie. I’m close.” Jon said in ear through loud moans and gasps. He held onto his back for dear life.

“Me too, baby. Me too. Cum for me.” Richie said, trying to match Jon’s movements. Jon pushed him back onto the bed and kissed him again, rolling his hips fast. Richie held on to him tightly as he spilled all over their chests, before he came spilling inside of him.

Richie held onto the panting and sweaty man on top of him, kissing him softly over and over again. “I love you, King of Swing.” He said through the kisses. “Love you too, Captain Kid. So much.” Richie said.

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1988:
Warren sat by himself in a bar's dark corner, with only a whisky to keep him company. He relaxed in his seat, enjoying the isolation away from his bandmates.

He had no idea where Juan had ran off to, Bobby had found a bed mate for tonight more than likely, and he had lost track of Stephen a long time ago.

Really it seemed the only person able to keep up with him was Robbin.

Robbin.

His friend. His partner. The only one in the band whose company he wouldn't mind having right now. The one who had looked out for him ever since he had joined.

He had saw the shy introverted 18 year old kid from Chicago with Jake and taken him under his wing, making sure he didn't fall into the pitfalls of the Rock N Roll lifestyle.

He became one of his best friends and showed up far too often in his fantasies for it to be okay with him.

He was taken from his thoughts when Robbin arrived at his table and drunk Stephen held bridal style in his arms. "Do I want to know?" Warren asked, feeling a certain emotion that he urged away.

"He had too much to drink and I had to stop him from getting into a bar fight with a guy 10x bigger than him." Robbin said. "He was being a dick to you. Nobody's allowed to be a dick to you but me." The drunk frontman said.

"Anyway, I'm taking him back to the tour bus. You coming with? Juan and Bobby went off somewhere." Robbin said. "Sure." He replied, finishing his whisky and leaving some money on the table.

When they arrived back at the tour bus, he sat in his bunk and watched Robbin put Stephen in his. "Stephen, I'm not a damn stuff animal." He said, trying to loosen his hold on him.

"No. Stay with me." Stephen said like he was a child instead of a man in his early 30’s. "Juan and Bobby are fucking in the bathroom, Torch doesn't share his personal space with anyone, and Eddie's not here."

Robbin looked back at Warren when Stephen mentioned Juan and Bobby. Warren shrugged his shoulders, not really surprised. He wasn't even surprised when Stephen mentioned EVH.

They were friends after all and Stephen usually liked to be touchy feely with his friends.

Warren just wished he didn't feel physically ill or jealous when he got touchy feely with Robbin.

Robbin sighed and got into the bunk with him, making sure they both had room. Stephen smirked triumphantly before laying his head in Robbin's lap and passing out.

Warren watched as Robbin ran his fingers through his hair, that jealously feeling stronger than ever.

That was his partner. What right did Stephen have to touch him so much? To relax into his arms. To fall asleep in his lap? To demand that he stay with him just because he wanted him to stay?

He never did that to him. He didn't carry him places. He didn't let him sleep in his lap. He didn't get touchy feely with him. Hell he didn't even do it with Juan and Bobby.

The hell made Stephen so special that he got special treatment?

"You okay, Torch?" Robbin asked, noticing the tense look that Warren had towards him and Stephen. "I'm fine. Just leave me alone." He said.

"I know when you're lying to me, Warren. Just tell me what's wrong so i can help you." He said, his deep voice showing obvious concern.

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"No more for you." Robbin told Stephen, taking the shot glass from him. "Hey! Eddie didn't tell you to babysit me like I'm a child!" Stephen snapped at him. "What the hell do you think the words "take care of him" means?" Robbin asked, rolling his eyes.

"Stupid overly tall and protective heroin l-" Stephen threw his hands over his mouth before the last word could leave his mouth but the damage was done.

Robbin froze, his eyes staying on Stephen, and worst of all they were filled with hurt. "Is what you think about me? You know I don't do that shit anymore." He said, quietly.

He tried to leave, only to get stopped by their frontman. "Wait, no. No, Robbin. Don't leave. I'm sorry. I'd never think that lowly of you." He rambled, trying to keep Robbin from leaving by grabbing his wrist.

He ripped his wrist away, causing Stephen to lose his balance on the bar table. He yelped and fell off, only to be caught by Robbin.

He carried him out of the bar and onto their tour bus, where he tried to leave him in his bunk. "No. You're not leaving." Stephen said, keeping a grip on his arm. "I'm so fucking sorry for what I said. I didn't mean it. Just stay with me."

Robbin stared at him, his face showing betrayal before he sighed and gave into his demands. "Eddie is gonna find out." He muttered, lowly. He laid with Stephen in his bunk, not even really able to move to his own because Stephen kept his grip on his clothes tight.

Warren watched and turned his glare into the other directions aside from them. Stephen had said something fucked up. So fucked up that it would've made anyone else leave and let the drunken idiot fall on his ass.

But no, of course not. Robbin Crosby is better than most people still and not only made sure his frontman didn't fall on his ass but he had given in to his rambling to not leave him and saying he was going to stay with him.

Again, Warren was left wondering what the hell made Stephen so special that he always gave into him and his damn demands.

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Stephen stared, his mouth open, gaping at the sudden appearance of Eddie. He had gone quiet the minute he realized he was there, not doubting that Robbin had meant it when he said that he would find out.

It had turned into a mini party and by the time it died down, Bobby and Juan were leaning against each other drunkenly. Stephen had been cut off by Eddie, who had given him a look when he did.

Robbin dropped Stephen off in his room, much to Warren's displeasure. The only one to notice any change in him was Eddie.

Who had apparently also noticed the glances Warren kept throwing Robbin's way. He had Robbin take Bobby and Juan to their room and went off to Stephen's.

Leaving him alone with him.

Whoever called Eddie stupid must've never met the man because he noticed more shit than most people would think even when he was high off of something.

Granted he'd been cutting back on his intake lately to the point it was almost none-existent, leaving him with not much except cigarettes that he'd seen him try to quit as well.

In hindsight that probably should've clued him to something.

XXXXX

Van Halen was going to tour with them for their OU812 album while RATT toured for their Reach For The Sky album.

Effectively making it so that Robbin didn't need to babysit the bratty frontman. Or at least that's what ran through Warren's mind. He didn't care.

At least he didn't have to watch Robbin wait on hands and feet for Stephen.

What he did care about was walking into the locker room he shared with his bandmates to get his guitar to find Eddie bending Stephen over the vanity.

His brain kinda just shut off after that. That was until Robbin had found him just staring at them. They hadn't even noticed he was there.

"What the hell, Eddie?! You broke Warren!" Robbin exclaimed, punching his eyes with his fingers in irritation. "He'll live." Eddie said, casually, not even close to stopping his thrusts.

Robbin growled and hurled Warren over his shoulder, muttering something about bratty frontman and sex crazy guitarists.

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"I thought you and him were together." He said, watching Robbin pace in front of him. "What?" He stopped, heading Warren's words. "I thought you were together and that's why you always take care of him." Warren repeated.

"Jesus fucking Christ, no. I wouldn't have the patience to deal with him. Not the kind that Eddie does. I'm the one who takes care of him when Eddie isn't around because we're trying to get him to slow the hell down. The fact that I'm clean means be only trusts me with him." Robbin explained.

"Do I want to know what Eddie did with him when he first arrived?" Warren asked, feeling very stupid suddenly. "He didn't do anything. He did lecture the shit out of him about not giving me a hard time and to watch his mouth next time the next day though when he already had a hangover." Robbin said with a chuckle.

"And the touchy feely shit." He asked, aware of how close to him Robbin sudddnly was. "He's always been like that with me. He's my best friend even if he's an idiot." Robbin said, now in his personal space.

And for once, he could've given less than a shit as he resched up and pulled Robbin down to kiss him.

XXXXX

Warren kept his hands buried in Robbin's hair as he fought for dominance with his partner, only to give up any sort of fight against him. He had his legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he held him up against the wall with no issues.

It sent a wave of heat to have his partner be more than capable of holding him up.

Robbin pulled away from him, panting hard, his eyes dark with desire. It sent another wave of heat through Warren. Robbin wanted him.

Now that he actually thought about it, even if he had never noticed Robbin's eyes on him, he had never seen him show interest in anybody else.

"I'm not sure I should be doing this to you. I shouldn't want you the way I do. I shouldn't want to bend over the nearest surface, making sure that I'm the only one allowed to touch you." He said, nipping at his neck.

"Do it. Make me yours." Warren whispered in us ear. The door to the locker room opened up to reveal Stephen and Eddie. Eddie amirked to see the position they were in.

"Fucking finally! I was getting sick of the damn death glares he kept on sending me just for daring to touch Robbin!" Stephen said.

"Shush, Stephen. Have fun, Way Cool Jr." Eddie said, deaging Stephen away from the scene. That gave Robbin a lightbulb idea.

"I know just the place."

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Robbin sat on the couch in the now vacant locker room, making sure it was locked behind them. Bobby would be pissed but who cares a shit at this point about his bitchy moments. He would probably just have Juan to take it out on anyway.

He had his beautiful partner straddling him and that's he cared about. He pushed his hair out of his face as he invaded his mouth with his tongue, even if he knew it would just go back to that spot.

Warren pushed his jacket off his shoulders, letting it hang halfway off for now. He rolled his hips into him, the bulge straining against his tight pants more than obvious he was sure. Robbin grabbed his ass and pushed him closer to him.

Warren threw his scarf somewhere along with his jacket and Robbin wasted no time in biting and suckling at his neck, fully intending to mark Warren up as his. He gave a soft moan, his hands holding him to his neck, by his hair. "Been wanting to do this for far too long." He said.

"How long has it been?" Robbin asked, nipping his neck now. "Since the Wanted Man video. You're remarkably prettier than you already are as a cowboy." He said. "Fuck. Been wanting you since the moment I took you out drinking when you turned 21." Robbin said.

Warren could feel how aroused he was in his pants. He reached down to undo Robbin's pants. "Have you ever done this before with a man?" He asked. "I accidentally walked in on Don and George going at it and I asked them to teach me how to do it. It was after I realized I wanted you." He said. "Don refused to even touch me but George was willing to do it after I said it was for you."

"I don't know rather to thank him or kill him." Robbin muttered. "Pretty sure Don wanted to kick my ass throughout it just because he was jealous that George agreed to it." He said with a laugh. "He got over it enough to let George take him in front of me."

"Possessive bastard." Robbin laughed into his neck. Warren resumed his motions with his pants. "Not my first time but I haven't been with anyone since George." He said. He undid his shirt brfore pushing Robbin's jacket off all the way and pulling his shirt off.

Warren got up and removed his pants, his hips moving from side to side. Robbin got up and kissed him feverishly. He pulled Warren's leg up to his waist, prompting him to jump and wrap the other around him. He broke away the kiss with a gasp as Robbin caught him.

"That day I carried Stephen bridal style, you were jealous weren't you? That's why you kept glaring at me and Stephen?" Robbin asked. He nodded. Robbin walked him to the vanity and sat him on it.

He held Warren's sides and kissed his neck. "I thought you didn't want to be carried. I don't have a problem with carrying you, Torch." He said. He had Warren slide off the vanity and turn to look in the mirror.

"I want to see the look on your beautiful face when I'm inside you." He whispered. He took off his pants and used a nearby lotion bottle to lube himself up.

Warren gasped as he felt him push inside of him, clutching the edge of the vanity table. Robbin stayed still to let him get used to his size. "Okay." He said after a minute. "You can move now." Robbin grabbed his waist in a firm grip, pulling back and pushing back in slowly.

He started out with slow strokes. Warren gave him a small gasp of pleasure, urging him on. "Faster." Warren encouraged, his breath short. Robbin went faster with his thrusts, making Warren let out a moan.

His moans got louder with each thrust. Robbin could see the pleasured look on his face. "Fuck. So beautiful." He groaned. "Robbin." Warren moaned, getting his attention. "Fuck me. Don't hold back." He said. Robbin obliged, bending him over the table and pulling back before he pushed back in hard. "I'm gonna like this." He said, hearing the whimper that Warren gave him.

Soon, he was drilling into him, making his moans and pants louder. "So fucking tight, baby." Robbin panted. "Fuck. Shit, you're big." Warren whined. He pushed back against him, making Robbin moan. "That's it, Torch. Fuck yourself on my cock. Take it." He urged as he still his thrusts and just let Warren work.

"Should've did this back in 1984." He moaned. " Such a good cock." Robbin grunted and lifted his right leg and bent it on the table, before he started hammering into him. "Oh fuck! Yes! Right there! Fuck me!" Warren cried out.

His hair was sticking to his forehead due to sweat, his grip on the vanity remaining, his eyes wide and blown and his mouth hanging open. "Fuck. So fucking beautiful." Robbin said, snapping his hips into him.

He held his waist in a tight grip, surely rough enough to bruise. Not that he or Warren gave a shit. It felt far too good to care right now. "I wanna ride you." He whispered. Robbin pulled out and Warren turned around and walked him back over to couch ehere he pushed him to sit down and climbed into his lap.

"Eager." Robbin chuckled, lining himself up. Warren have a loud moan as his cock breached him again before he grabbed ahold of Robbin's shoulder and the back of the couch in just as he started bouncing up and down in his lap.

He let our various moans, cries, and whimpers in pleasure. He held Robbin's shoulders in a tight grip as he let out loud curses and words about how good Robbin was. Robbin held tight to his waist, thrusting his hips upwards brfore impaling him.

They were so into it that they didn't even flinch when the door to the room sudddnly opened and Juan and Bobby stared the scene. "Oh now I see why the door was locked." Bobby said in a daze.

"Close the fucking door!" Robbin yelled. It didn't even matter that neither of them had stopped. He didn't want anyone but himself to see Warren like this ever again.

"Quick question first." Bobby said. "Is he open to taking anyone else's dick?" He asked. "No, asshole. He's fucking mine. Now go!" Robbin snapped at him.

As soon as they closed the door, he bit into his neck, making him cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. "You hear me, Warren? You're mine after this. Nobody's allowed to have you but me." He said between pants, his orgasm fast approaching.

"You never told me who your first time was with. You're too good to have never done this before." Warren said between pants, his voice slightly hoarse from all of his sounds. "It was with Eddie and Stephen." Robbin confessed. "He told Eddie that he wanted one night with me and he said the only way it was happening was if I agreed to it and he joined. Eddie's the first man I ever let inside me."

Warren smashed his lips against his in a rough kiss, making Robbin feel his sudden wave of possessiveness. Now he knew how Don had felt when George took him.

He pulled away, his movements getting sloppy and sloppier as he felt his own orgasm coming. "Gonna let me fuck you one day?" He asked. "I'd let you do whatever you want to me, baby. I love you." Robbin said.

"Fuck, I love you too." Warren moaned before he captured his lips with his again, this time more passionate. He let go of his mouth after a minute. "Oh fuck. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna-" he was cut off by his orgasm, his cum landing on both of their stomachs as he cried out. Robbin didn't stop his thrusts the entire time.

His squeezed shut eyes went wide and he let out a silent gasp, his mouth falling open as he felt a rush of warm inside of him and heard the telltale sign of Robbin's moaning.

Robbin let go out of his waist, putting his hands on Warren's sides, his breathing hard. His blond hair was soaked with sweat. "You're mine too." Warren whispered in his neck. "And I'm kicking Eddie’s ass for being able to fuck you before me.”

Robbin laughed, holding him in his lap. “Our idiot wouldn’t let you even if you wanted to.” He said. Warren climbed out of his lap, feeling sore, and collapsed next to him.

“You’re carrying me into the showers. I’m too sore after that.” Warren said. He yelped before relaxing in his arms when Robbin picked him up bridal style.

“Only you’re allowed to demand fhings from me, Torch.”

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A young woman wearing a silk blue robe sat on his bed. She had curly black hair, brown eyes, and a beautiful dark skin tone. "What are you doing, Sydney?" Yngwie asked, trying to avoid looking at her exposed legs.

"Letting you have what you want." She said, casually. "You don't know what I want." He lied. She got up from the bed and walked up to him. "Why do you insist on rejecting me? You want this as much as I do." She said.

"You're my best friend's sister and 3 years younger than me. Just a year ago were 17 and I was 20 for fucks sake." He said. "You forget that I know you. I've been in love with you since I was old enough to know what that was and you didn't even pay attention to me until now. I was invisible to you. Nothing but your friend's adopted sister." She said.

She was right about that. He had next to no relationship or even friendship with her until now. She was just Norum's little sister for him that he didn't even know had a crush on him.

It wasn't until she had turned 18 and he started being around her more the point that he did have a friendship with her that he ever saw her as something other than that.

He wanted her. But aside from being 3 years his junior, she was Norum's sister. Norum was overprotective as hell of her and Tone. He would probably actually castrate Yngwie if he even knew the type of things he thought of doing to Syd.

She placed her hands on his shoulders and ran them down his chest. "Just....stop thinking about him. Think about me. Think about your own feelings." She said.

She stepped back from him and untied her robe. She pushed the robe off her shoulders before letting it fall. Yngwie's eyes ran over her attire. She wore a lace black matching bra and pantries set. His pants felt tighter than usual.

"Fuck." He muttered, his self control waning. She moved closer to him and dropped to her knees. He watched her undo and unzip his pants. She released his hard cock and wrapped her hand around it.

"This is wrong on so many levels. We shouldn't be doing this." He said, still failing to push her away. "But It feels so right." She said before she took the head into her mouth. His breath hitched. She took more of him in her mouth, bobbing her head back and forth.

"Shit." He groaned, keeping his hands to the wall behind him. She wrapped a hand around the part she couldn't fit in her mouth. She let out a little sound as she twisted her hand to make it match up with her movements.

She pulled him out of her mouth and licked the underside. She looked at him with big eyes as she licked the head before tapping it on her tongue.

He moved his hand off the wall and into her hair. She let out a gasp as he gripped it just enough to make her feel it as he guided her to his cock. "No teasing." He commanded, feeling her shudder.

He loosened his grip. "Can I fuck your mouth?" He asked, wanting her permission. "God yes. I've been wanting you to do that." She said. "I want you to fuck my mouth, I want you to grab my hair every-time you, I want you to tear off my clothes and have your way with me. I want your big dick in general, Yngwie."

Any shred of self control he had left flew out of the nearest window.

He practically shoved his member into her mouth. She moaned around him and he took her hair in another tight grip as he lunged his hips in and out of her mouth. "Fuck I love this mouth." He panted, keeping his eyes on her.

He gripped her hair with his other hand, still fucking her mouth. The fact that he was still wesring his cross bracelet wasn't lost on him.

It brought of sense of shame to him to find that doing this to his best friend's sister while wearing it was one of the hottest things ever.

It also reminded him of Syd's contempt for Christianity and certain people in the religion. Something he understood.

She started to resume her movements, creating a rhythm with him. She tried to take all of him into mouth, only to gag when it got too much for her. "Don't push yourself, baby. It'll take a while to be able to do that." He said.

He made her stand up and kissed her on her lips. She didn't hesitate to reciprocate it. She had her hands on his chest and was undoing his shirt. He lifted one of her legs, running his hand along it.

"Can you catch me?" She asked, breaking the kiss. He knew what she meant. "Do it." She wrapped her leg around his waist, putting both hands on his shoulders, and jumped up. She wrapped her other leg around him and he was quick to catch her.

"Åh wow." She said, panting. "You're strong." He smirked and squeezed her ass, msking her groan. He carried her over to the bed and set her down on it. "Give it to me rough." She said, moaning as he kissed at her neck. "I want to know how it feels to be handled by you."

"I'm not going rough if it's your first time." He replied. "It's not. I let Joey take my virginity on my 16th birthday." She said, nonchalantly.

Yngwie couldn't resist the growl that escaped him at the idea of someone having her other than him.

He bit into her neck, msking her wince before he suckled on the spot. She ran her fingers through his hair, tilting her back to give him more access. He held onto her sides in a firm grip, letting his possessiveness take over a little bit.

"You're mine. Only I can have you." He said in her ear. "I'm repeating that sentiment to those women who want you. You're mine and mine alone. You have been even when you paid me no mind." She replied.

He travelled his lips to her bra covered breast and He fondled snd groped them through the bra. He sat up and she followed him. She took his shaft in her hand and started pumping it, twisting her wrist as she did.

Yngwie had to bite his lip to keep his moan down, knowing that Norum would probably hear them. He unclasped her bra and she gave his collarbone and neck a kiss. She stopped her movements to place her hand on his waist. He slipped bra down and took one of her nipples in his mouth.

"Ah!" She moaned, feeling her breast getting sucked on and played with. She held his head to it, her head falling back in pleasure. He let off and repeated his motions on the other one. He pulled her into his lap, msking her straddle him.

She rolled his against him, grinding herself. He let go of her breast and kissed her. She stuck her tongue into his mouth and engaged him in a tongue battle that she lost. She let him explore her mouth to his heart's content, her fingers going through his hair again.

Yngwie lifted her and sat her next to him. He removed his pants and shirt, before turning his focus to her. He helped her to push her panties off. "Vacker." He said, studying her. She laid on her back for him, studying him.

"I'm convinced you're out of my league. You're bloody gorgeous." She said. He spread her legs and laid on top of her. "You're too good for me, Kärlek. I'm a lucky man to have you." He said.

He pressed his lips to hers, lining himself up. She let her hands rest on his shoulders right before he pushed deep inside of her. She gave a sharp gasp, breaking the kiss. "Good god, that's deep." She whispered.

Honoring her request, he barely gave her the chance to get accustomed to him. He sat up on his knees and grabbed her waist. "Don't hold back." She said, gasping and moaning when he started thrusting inside of her at a fast pace.

Sex with Yngwie was so much better than her fantasies led her to believe. He fucked her fast and hard, holding onto her tight. He tried to keep her quiet at first but completely gave up at some point. She had her wrist pinned to the bed as he fucked her relentlessly.

"Oh my god. Fuck yes, right there." She urged, her head flying back in pleasure. She let out a few sharp gasps as he took her. She could tell rom his pants and occasional moans that he was enjoying this just as much.

Yngwie pushed her legs up more, folding them against her upper body as he hammered into her. "Oh fuck yes! Give it to me. Give me that big cock." She moaned. "Fuck. That mouth is gonna be the death of me." He panted, his hair a mess by this point from her pulling on it and from sex, his mouth hanging open, and eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.

"I can't help it. So fucking big." She moaned. She had her hands on his back, digging them in really, msking him real glad they were blunt. "Wanna see something?" He asked. He sat up slightly. He gave a particularly hard thrust that made her moan.

Ste kept on looking down to where he was inside her, failing to hold back her whimpers and whines. "You like that?" He asked, lying back down. "You like seeing me fuck you?"

"Fan ja. Förstör min fitta." She moaned out. "Fuck." Yngwie panted, putting his head in the crook of her neck. "Oh my god, yes." He gave a low moan. "I just made you moan." She said, a grin on her face. "I'm gonna stop if you bring that up again." He replied, even as he plunged into her.

He gasped as he found himself flipped onto his back. Sydney situated herself on top of him, his cock still inside her. The new position gave her a sense of power she never had before. Even with Joey, she hadn't done this and at that time, it was enough for her.

He had been her first and a part of her will always care for him and appreciate what he'd done for her and for msking sure she was okay and safe throughout the entire thing.

Norum was a lucky man to have him as both his bandmate and friend. Now as soon as he grows the balls to make them something more, the better.

She out her hands on his shoulders. "Wanna see something?" She asked, relaying his own words at him. "Lite skit." He muttered, making her laugh. "You love it....right?" She asked, unsure and realizing he never had responded to her saying she was in love with him.

"Jag älskar dig också, vackra." He said and her heart melted. She knew there was a difference between loving someone and being in love with them but just hearing him say he at least loved her was enough for her.

It gave her validation that she wasn't making a mistake by acting on her feelings for someone she had a crush on when they were kids, even if he didn't pay her any mind, and someone she realized wasn't just a crush when she had been 15 and he'd been 18 and had unknowingly broken her heart by kissing his then girlfriend in front of her.

She refuses to tell him that. She knew him. It would lead to him wanting to apologize for hurting her even if he didn't even know it had hurt her nor did he ever try to. He didn't even know she liked him.

She relaxed, hearing his words, snd she lifted herself up before dropping back down. A small moan escaped her and she kept this pace for as long as she could, only speeding up slightly. He kept his hands on her waist, letting her control the pace.

She moved her hair out of her face and to the side, high bitched laced breaths escaping her. "Could watch you all day." He said. He saw his bracelet again and moved to take it off only for her to stop him. "Keep it on. It's yours." She said.

She leaned down and kissed him, moving her body back and forth. She let out a loud moan as he thrusted into her. She broke the kiss and sat herself back, moving up and down as fast as she could. She put his hands on her breast.

"Fuck. So good." She moaned. He panted and moaned beneath her, thrusting and matching up to her movements. She put their hands back on her waist and bounced up and down on him.

"Oh fuck. Yes. That feels so good." She said, a high pitched moan present. "I think I'm gonna cum soon."

He pulled her off his lap to lay on her side, to her disappointment. He rolled onto his side and kissed her. "You'll like this one." He said, pulling back. He lifted her leg to be over his waist.

He pushed deep into her, making her moan as comprehended the new position. He thrusted inside of her, her leg still around his waist. "Oh my god. O-oh fuck. Shit." She panted out. She kissed him, making him swallow her more than enough to know something was going on moans.

He grabbed her ass in his hand, fucking into her. She moved against him. "Fuck, Yngwie. I'm so close." She gasped. "Kom för mig, älskling. Fan, jag älskar den här trånga fitta." He grunted.

He sped up his thrust, fucking into her hard and fast. Her moans got louder and louder to the point someone could hear her and he didn't care anymore. He just wanted to make her scream and cum, preferably his name.

"Oh fuck! Yes! That's so fucking good! I'm gonna cum!" She cried out. When he finally drove her over the edge, she gave him what he wanted. "Yngwie!" She called out, tightening around him as she came.

He fucked her throughout her orgasm until he spilled his seed inside of her without even thinking about the it with a loud moan.

They laid there panting and breathing hard. He kissed her deeply as he pulled out of her. It was about that moment he realized he had came inside of her.

"Fuck. I wasn't trying to cum inside you." He cursed. "I'm on the pill. You're fine. I should've told you that before." She replied. He visually relaxed, relieved that there probably wouldn't be an unplanned pregnancy.

Norum was already going to kill him when he found out. He didn't need a pregnancy on top of it and he knew neither of them were ready for that.

"What do we do now? Do we keep this from him?" She asked, after a minute. "It's your choice, love. I'll follow your lead." He said.

He pulled her into another kiss.

XXXXX

Yngwie pushed her against the wall, kissing her roughly. She had both of her legs around his waist and her hands tangled in his hair. He undid his pants and pulled his cock out, giving it a few pumps.

"Gonna fuck the anger out of me?" She asked, pulling away. "That and I can't get enough of your pussy." He said. He reached under her skirt and pulled her pants to the side before he thrusted into her in one go.

She put her head in the crock of his neck as he started fucking her relentlessly in order to keep her cries of pleasure down. As he plunged into her, he made her move on him just by grabbing her ass.

She tugged him close to her, breathing hard and moaning. "That's it, baby. Fuck Mr hard." She urged. "Remind me who you belong to." He groaned, snapping his hips into her. "Fuck. You and only you." He said.

He noticed a chair in the corner of the room and carried her from the wall to the chair, where he loosened her legs and sat down. She got the memo and bounced up and down in his lap. "Fuck yes. Keep riding my dick." He urged, hearing the loud moans she let out.

It had been a month since the first time they'd had sex and even still, she kept stayed quiet for long. She bounced on him rapidly, loud moans and cries getting released.

He pushed her shirt down to reveal her breast and popped one in his mouth. She held his head to her chest.

They were so wrapped up in each other that they didn't even notice a Joey standing in the doorway, shock written all over his face.

XXXXX

"You're sleeping with Syd." Joey told him. "The hell are you talking about, Pretty Boy?" Yngwie asked, refusing to let him know he was right. He started to walk away from him.

"I saw you with her." He replied. Yngwie turned around and grabbed his arms tightly, glared at him. "You fucking spied on us!" He accused. "No, you idiot! I came to check on her and just so happened to see her riding your dick! Maybe lock the damn door next time!" Joey snapped at him.

He snatched his arm away from him. "It's supposed to be a secret." Yngwie said. Joey's eyes went wide. "No. No no no no no. You can't fucking force me to stay quiet. Not to him! I'm not one of your damn bandmates you can just bulky around to get your way!" He exclaimed.

"It's not that damn hard to keep your fucking mouth shut, Pretty Boy. Stop thinking about sucking Norum off all the damn time and you'll know that!" Yhgwie snapped at him.

"You want me to lie to your best friend and now you're throwing up my feelings for him. Fuck you." Joey hissed. He went to storm away when Yngwie spoke.

"I'll tell him what you did with Syd years ago."

Joey stiffened brfore turning to him. "She told you." He said, quietly. "Not because she meant it as blackmail, if that's what you're thinking. I don't care how low you think of me but I'm not allowing you to think low of her." Yngwie said.

"I wouldn't ever think lowly of her. I just have to question what the hell does she see in you. You're blackmailing me and using my feelings for him and my past with her to your fanned advantage." He retorted.

"Congratulations, Captain Obvious. Anymore things you want to add? Maybe something I don't already know?" Yngwie asked with all the condescending in the world.

"You're a shit friend who doesn't deserve to have Norum. He's too good for you." Joey said. "I said something that I didn't already know, dumbass." Yngwie replied. "Now anymore to say before I tell you to fuck off and go spread your legs for Norum like a good little pretty boy?"

"I think you don't even care about Syd. I think you're just using her for sex because you know you can. She's nothing but somebody to warm your bed and a mindless fuck for you. You don't deserve her anymore then you deserve Norum." Joey said.

Bad words to say.

Yngwie stared at him for a while brfore he nodded. "You're a fucking deadman." He said.

XXXXX

Norum, Syd, and Kee rushed into the room upon hearing the sounds of a fight. Kee rushed in and Yngwie off of Joey. Easier said than done when it's a 6'3 pissed off rockstar. "Let me fucking go!" He yelled. "I'm gonna fucking kill that little shit!"

Joey was facing away from them, curly hair in his face. "Joey?" Norum asked, turning him to face him. His mouth was bleeding and he had a few bruises on his neck.

"What the fuck happened here?" Norum asked. He stood in front of Joey in case Yngwie tried to attack him. "He should've kept his fuckimg mouth shut about things he doesn't know." Yngwie spat.

"That's not explaining a damn thing about why the hell is his fucking mouth bloody!" Norum snapped at him. "What?" Syd asked. Yngwie visibly stiffened. He didn't want her there. He didn't want her to see him like this.

"Get her the hell out of here. Now, I'm not letting her see this." He said. "You don't get to control that." Norum said, his eyes narrowed. "Get her the fuck out of here!" He yelled at him.

He grabbed Syd's hand and pulled her from the room. He didn't even care if Norum and Kee followed him.

He pulled her into a separate room and closed the door behind him and locked it. He sat her on a table and hugged her to him, wrapping his arms around her.

"What happened?" She asked. "You're going to hate me." He said. She grabbed his face. "Not a day in my life, love." She said. He relaxed at her touch.

He ignored the sound of the doorknob jiggling or the sound of Norum banging on it.

"He saw us together. I tried to get him to stay quiet but he wouldn't listen to me and he said that I saw you as just a warm body for my bed. I snapped." He whispered. "I didn't want you to see that. I don't ever want you to see me like that again."

"A-are you afraid that you'll hurt me?" She asked. He stayed quiet. "No. I refuse to think that about you. You wouldn't do that, Yhgwie, no!" She denied. As soon as she said that, the door was busted open and Norum pulled him away from her.

"What the hell do you think you're doing to her?!" He asked, pushing him against the wall. "Norum, stop! He wasn't hurting me!" Sydney called out.

Those words made him let Yngwie go. "Then why the fuck did he drag into this room and locked the damn door with himself inside?!" He asked. "I didn't drag her here."

"Shut up! You lost your right to talk the very damn minute you hurt Joey!" Norum snapped at him. Joey leaned against the doorway, his mouth cleaned from blood. The bruises stayed though.

"He was just defending her." He said, his throat sore. Yngwie looked at him, his eyes wide. "We got into an argument about Sydney and I went too far." Norum pulled him close to him. Joey leaned into his embrace. "What happened?" He asked Yngwie. "I want to know everything."

XXXXX

"Joey saw me having sex with Syd." Yngwie revealed. Norum's mouth fell opened, Kee whistled low, and Sydney grimaced at Yngwie's choice of words.

"You were what?" Norum asked. "I tried to get him to be quiet but he wouldn't damn listen." Yngwie continued. Norum moved closer to him. "I told him that I would tell you about his past with Syd if he told you."

Yngwie's head flew to the side with a loud smack. He fell silent. "You're a fucking prick, you know that?" Norum asked. "Stay the hell away from me, stay the hell away from Joey, and stay the hell away from my sister." Norum said.

"You actually tried to use that on him?" Syd asked, her eyes hurt. "It was the only thing that I thought would've worked. I'm sorry, Syd."

She tried to move towards him, only to be pulled back by Norum. "You're not allowed to even speak to her." He hissed. "I'm not a damn child, John!" Syd said, pulling her arm back.

Ready to throw everything out into the open, she grabbed Yngwie's face and kissed him in front of everyone. He put his arms around her and held her close to him.

“You’re fucking kidding me. Of all the damm people you could’ve gone for, it had to be my best friend?!” Norum exclaimed. “I love him.” She said, pulling away from him and keeping her eyes on him.

“You’re 18, you don’t know what love is as much as the next person sits by half the time. How do you even know he feels the same about you?” Norum dismissed.

“Even you think low enough of me to think I can’t possibly actually love someone without it being only about sex. Nice to know.” Yngwie said in a bitter tone. “It’s not like that, Yngwie and you know it.” Norum said.

Joey sent Kee out of the room, signaling that they needed to be alone. “Yhgwie. Syd. I need to talk to Norum.” He said. “And I’m sorry for what I said.” Syd nodded and pulled Yngwie out the room with her.

“I can’t believe this shit. Please tell me no more surprises for me?” Norum asked. “I had sex with Syd years ago when I was 18 and she was 16.” Joey revealed.

Norum stared at him. “Are you fucking kidding me?! You kept something that from me for 3-4 years?! Stop fucking hiding shit from me!” He snapped at him. “By this point, I expect that from Yngwie and Syd. I don’t fucking expect it from my friend and bandmate that I’ve known almost as long as I’ve known Yngwie!”

“I didn’t know how to tell you.” He whispered. “A few fucking years ago would’ve been nice. Brfore I had to find out Yngwie was sleeping with my little sister. Hell brfore I had to see you bloody and bruised because of something you said that you still won’t fucking tell me! If the next damn thing out of your mouth isn’t what you said to cause that to happen, I don’t want to fucking hear from you!” He damned near yelled.

“I-I told him that he didn’t deserve Syd and was only using her for sex.” Joey said. “I was wrong. He loves her.”

“You couldn’t have decided that before you got multiple teeth knocked out and damn near strangled?” Norum asked in a sarcastic tone. “I was mad.” He said, lowly. “And I was mad at Yngwie but I didn’t fucking drag him through the fucking mid!” Norum snapped at him.

“STOP FUCKING GOING OFF ON ME!” Joey yelled, brfore he grabbed his throat in pain. “I shouldn’t have done that.” He whispered.

Norum, realizing he had stressed him out with all of his raging, cursed and pulled him into his arms. “I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. Don’t stress your voice.” He apologized. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Thought you’ll hate me.” Joey whispered. “I could never hate you. You’re one of the most important people to me.” He assured. “I love you, Rolf.”

Joey leaned his head on his chest, curling up against him. “I love you too, John.” He said. “I’m not kissing you though until I don’t have a messed up throat and a gross tasting mouth. I look like shit right now too.”

Norum pulled his head up. “You’re beautiful. You always are to me.” He said. He leaned in and kissed him, not caring about any of the things Joey had just said.

Joey kissed him back, for once not feeling the pain from his fight with Yngwie.

XXXXX

“Fucking finally.” Yngwie muttered by the door. He looked over at Syd when he heard her laugh quietly. “You know it’s not just sex for me, right?” He asked. “I know, love. I never thought it was.” She assured, stepping closer to him.

“I love you. Actually no. I’m in love with you too.” He confessed. She smiled and captured his lips with hers. He pulled away after a minute. “I need to make it up to the pretty boy. I went too far.” He realized.

“I think right now, he just wants to be with Notum and I want to just be with you. We’re out in the open now. We don’t have to hide anymore.” She replied.

He gave her a fond smirk and brought her in for a kiss.

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"YNGWIE!" Viv called out in the busy airport. Yngwie physically looked embarrassed by all of the attention that the loud-mouthed idiot had gained.

Did this idiot have no concept of NOT calling out someone whose famous name in a fucking airport when you're famous too?!

Yngwie got out of the airport with no problem but Viv had to sign at least a million autographs by the time he finally made it out. "You traitor! You left me in there!" He said in an exasperated tone.

"Nobody told you to yell out my name louder than when I took you." Yngwie said without a care in the world. "Asshole." Viv retorted. He then wrapped his arms around Yngwie's waist, letting his head rest on his chest.

Yngwie froze up before he recuperated the hug. He loathed to admit it but he had a soft spot for this little Irish loud-mouthed idiot. He was his Mo Ròs.

He pulled away from the hug and Viv gave him a large grin before he noticed someone was missing. Where's the Ceann Pretty?" He asked. Joey came out of the airport at that moment.

"You're an asshole and not getting so much as a blowjob during our stay." He said, glaring at Yngwie. "Right. How long before you break that promise the minute you realize you miss my dick?" Yngwie retorted.

"Oh my poor Ceann Pretty. He left you to the wolves too." Viv said, hugging him to him. "He was the reason you got damn near prone boned into the ground." Yngwie said, nonchalantly.

"At least he didn't leave me in an airport filled with rabid fangirls." Joey snarked. Yngwie only rolled his eyes in response.

XXXXX

Joey, Yngwie, and Viv walked into the Def Leppard flat just in time to have Sav storm up to Viv and back him into a wall before kissing him hard. Viv made a noise, pulling him close to him.

Joey gaped at them and Yngwie glared at Sav, not liking seeing someone be that rough with him. "Sav! You can’t be rough with him in front of guest!" Joe called out. He pulled Sav away from Viv, who looked in a daze.

"Aon ghearáin anseo." He said.

Joe noticed Joey and Yngwie. "Holy shit. I almost didn't recognize you without you being on your knees, Gorgeous." He teased. "You're an asshole, Joe." Joey said before he hugged him. Joe smiled and hugged him back.

"Yngwie-" Viv tried to say but he had already snatched Joey away from Joe. "Hands off." He said, glaring at Joe. Viv groaned. "I was going to say that Joe and Sav are with me before you decided you had to stake your claim."

"Steve, Phil, and Syd too." Joe smirked. He pulled the still pissy Sav with him away from the door.

"If your next words are that you managed to fuck Coverdale, I'm officially deeming you as a slut and never talking to you again." Yngwie said. "One, I'm never getting that man into my bed. Second, I'm not with Syd and Sav is only recently." Vivian rolled his eyes.

Joey pulled away from Yngwie. "I can't even talk to my friends without you getting jealous. Nice to know." He said, bitterly. "I'm allowed to get jealous when I see other men looking at what's mine." Yngwie said.

"Are you kidding me? Me and Joe was like one time and I don't say anything about you still being friends with Viv!" Joey said. "To be fair, most of us are jealous when we saw someone looking at Steve." Viv said.

"Do I even want to know why Sav has Joe bent over his bed right now?" Steve asked from his spot in his and Phil's bedroom. "Sav's pissy because I left before he woke up." Viv said. He saw Steve's eyes go over Joey in appreciation.

"Eyes off." Yngwie said, his eyes only slightly narrowed on Steve. "Don't listen to him. He's an ass." Joey told Steve. "You're far too cute to even want to be mad at though."

Vic snickered, Steve blushed, and Yngwie just gave Joey a glare.

XXXXX

"Goddamnit, Yngwie! It was before you and me even got together!" Joey snapped at his boyfriend. "I didn't have a problem with you being close to Viv even after I found out you slept with him!"

"That's not the same and you know it. I didn't do it multiple damn times with him." Yngwie retorted. "Besides, I can do whatever the hell I want. You belong to me. Not him. So no I don't fucking want you around him!"

"I'm not a possession and you don't fucking control me, Yngwie! The one damn thing you said you wouldn't do is attempt to control me. This isn't "you're mine and I'm yours". You're so fucking hard to please and I'm tired of your attempts to control me just because you can't get the fuck over Joe-Lynn!" Joey said.

"Don't fucking mention him! If you're so damn miserable then just fucking leave for all I care. Go back to Norum. He'll accept you after you spread your legs for him because by this point, that's all you're good for!" Yngwie snapped at him before he realized what he'd said.

Joey's mouth was open, his eyes borderline in tears. "Is that all I am to you by this point? Just a whore you happen to fuck?" He asked quietly. "I know I'm not your oh so precious Joe-Lynn but I at least thought I meant more to you than that. I'm leaving. We're through."

He swung the door open and slammed it shut., ignoring the concerned Def Leppard members.

"Get your ass back here, Joey! You're not fucking leaving me! You fucking promised! I'm not going back to Sweden without you!" They heard Yngwie snap behind the door. They then heard the sound of glass breaking and the room being destroyed in general.

The noise quieted down and Viv opened the door. The room was completely destroyed with glass everywhere. The only thing still intact was the bed. Yngwie laid on it, in his hands was Joey's little gold chain he liked to wear.

He had lost it and had been trying to look for for some time now. Yngwie had almost thrown it in a fit of rage when he realized what it was.

The fact that he has found it after being the reason Joey had just left him wasn't lost on him and something in him broke.

"Yngwie?" Joe tried to get his attention. "He left. I finally drove him away, just like I do everybody else." He muttered. "That tends to happen when you tell somebody you claim to love that they're only good for sex." Joe said, obvious anger present.

Anger that disappeared the minute he realized Yngwie was crying.

"Damnit. Get up. We're cleaning you up, we're cleaning this room, and you're going to fix this. First I have a lot of damn questions." Joe said. "First, who the hell is Joe-Lynn?" He asked.

“You were listening.” He said. He couldn’t even try to be angry.

“You two argue loud. Now answer the question please.” Viv said walking the room. He looked genuinely worried and scared. He hugged his friend tightly to him after seeing the state he was in.

“He left me. I drove him away just like I do everyone else.” Yngwie said. “You don’t drive people away, Yngwie. Your overbearing and your hard to please with music but they chose to leave.” Viv assured.

“Who is Joe-Lynn?” Joe asked. “My ex. Both as a frontman and as a lover. He left me a long time ago. I should be over it.” Yngwie said. “No you shouldn’t. I would probably be the same way if Sav ever left me. I would be hurt like hell to lose the others but Sav would hurt me especially.” Joe replied.

“We’re not leaving, love. Not ever. Someone will have to force me, Sav, Phil, Syd, and Steve away from you.” Viv said. Joe smiled at him and kissed his head.

It made Yngwie feel even stupider for the way he reacted to Joe and Joey’s past. He had accepted that Yngwie and Viv had sex one time and he was friends with him now.

It was hypocritical and as much as he knew that Joe-Lynn leaving had been the reason he was like this now, that wasn’t an excuse.

If by some miracle, Joey found it in him to even forgive him, that’ll be all he needed as well Joey’s reaction to change that. To treating Joey less like a possession that he needed to control to his lover that he belonged to just as much Joey belonged to him.

He was a possessive and controlling asshole and as far as he was concerned, Joey was far too good for him.

He also loved him and he would do anything to make him happy. Even if it meant that he had enough of Yngwie and wanted to break up, he would grant it if it meant that he never had that expression on his face again.

XXXXX

"Joey Tempest." Joe-Lynn Turner said, seeing him at a local pub, still on his first drink. "What you doing in England?" He asked. "Visit turned to shit because apparently my own damn boyfriend thinks I'm a whore who can't keep his legs closed." Joey said, bitterly.

"That sucks hard, really it does. I'm sorry that happened to you." He replied. "He's like that because you left him." Joey said. Joe-Lynn felt his heart hurt.

"Yngwie." He said. His former guitarist and lover had done what Joe-Lynn knew he wanted to do. There were 2 reasons that he had left: Yngwie was hard to work with and was overbearing. That was one reason. That was the reason for the hand though.

The second reason was because he knew that Yngwie eyes had strayed. They had strayed from him and landed on Joey. It started out as small things.

Yngwie started pulling away from him sexually and emotionally. He hadn't known why until he met Joey and saw first-hand the way that they would look at each other. They wanted the other person and either they never gave in to temptation because of Yngwie being with him or they had already given in.

It had hurt to realize the man he loved wanted what he saw as a prettier and younger version of him. One who didn't suffer from any hair issues like Alopecia.

He knew Yngwie didn't cheat. Not physically. He knew that because he had watched Joey be the one to kiss Yngwie. It looked like Yngwie had been close to giving in before he had pushed him away gently.

He heard him tell Joey that they couldn't do that. That he wouldn't betray Joe-Lynn like that. He had turned away his chance to have what he wanted for the sake of not turning into a cheater.

He'd left after he heard him tell Joey that he was in love with him. He had figured at that point that it wouldn't be fair to either of them to stay together.

He didn't want to be someone’s second option.

Yngwie had only turned away Joey for the sake of his pride. Not out of loyalty to him. He didn't love him anymore.

Or that was what he had thought.

"You hurt him when you left. You changed him. He's a damn control freak now who feels the need to control me just because he's afraid I'll leave him too." Joey said.

Joe-Lynn looked at him before threw some bills down. "Come on. I'm gonna save your relationship." He said.

XXXXX

Joey softly closed the door behind him, looking at the mostly barren room. "What did you do after I left, love?" He wondered. Joe-Lynn was too busy staring at Yngwie's asleep form on the bed.

He hasn't changed physically. Hd was still that 6'3 gorgeous man who he had fallen for despite their relationship starting out as bandmates who could barely get along.

It wasn't until they had given into the sexual tension between them did they stop arguing so much. When they were together and an argument about their music started, makeup sex would always happen afterwards and they would be fine afterwards.

It might seem unhealthy to others, and really it kinda was, but it was them and they knew how to separate from their careers and themselves.

Joey, noticing that Yngwie was clutching something in his hand, carefully loosened his grip on it. "My necklace." He said. It was a bit damaged from Yngwie's tight hold on it but no matter. He could easily get it fixed.

"I need to see Joe. I know he's been worried about me. Stay with him." Joey said before leaving. Joe-Lynn couldn't help but stare at his ass.

"Eyes off." He heard a familiar voice say. He turned to see Yngwie sitting up in the bed, his hair falling into his face. Joe-Lynn hated how attractive it made him look. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Making sure your new beau doesn't end up piss drunk at a dingy pub. Someone that pretty would've surely caused some trouble." Joe-Lynn said. "He's back. You can go now. I don't need a babysitter and I sure as hell don't need it to be you." Yngwie dismissed.

"Joey said you've had control issues since I left. I didn't have the heart to tell him that you have always had that issue. The only difference is that was in terms of music, this is actively trying to control him. What the fuck were you thinking?" Joe-Lynn asked.

"That's none of your damn business." Yngwie hissed, glaring at him. "This is my goddamn relationship and you lost the right to know shit about me after you left me!"

"I left because you fucking stopped loving me for him! I could be minding my own business, I could be fucking him in that pub's bathroom just so I could piss you off like I actually did want to do and maybe out of curiosity too, but no. Instead I'm fucking helping you fix your damned relationship!" Joe-Lynn snapped at him.

Yngwie looked at him like he was stupid. "You fucking idiot." He started. "I didn't stop loving you just because I fell for Joey too. My entire damn reason for never doing anything about it is that I knew it'll hurt you. I still loved you, you fucking moron!" He finished.

Joe-Lynn stared at him surprised. "I heard you tell him you loved him." He said. "I also told him that I loved you too much to leave you for him." Yngwie said, albeit calmly.

"So I left for no damn reason? We would still be together today if I hadn't. I practically handed you over to him." He realized. "That's great. Real fucking great."

"If it helps, we didn't even get together until like a year ago." Joey said from the doorway. "You're back." Yngwie said. As soon as Joey came near the bed, he was pulled onto it by Yngwie.

He found himself pinned to the bed, Yngwie between his legs and kissing him deeply. He tried to be stubborn and refuse him but failed miserably at least 3 minutes later. Yngwie broke the kiss a minute later.

"You're not leaving me. I'm not letting you go." He said, breathing hard. "I refuse and it's not because I'm possessive. It's because I love you and I swear on my damn Ferraris and Strats to never try to control you again or speak to you like that again."

He reignited the kiss, letting go of Joey's wrist to hold onto his sides. Joey moaned and placed his hands in his hair. He separated their lips long enough to speak to him. "Do it again and I'm never coming back." Yngwie tightened his hold on him. "Never again, Min kärlek."

"This is sweet and all but aside from the fact that this is awkward as fuck, I'm still wanting to know what the hell is wrong with you." Joe-Lynn said.

"You left me  and I assumed that I did something to make you leave, that I drove you away. Turns out, you're a damn moron and the what I did wrong was fail to show you that I still loved you." Yngwie said. "I fucking hate being abandoned and you know that."

"So, you turned into a raging asshole because I truggered your abandonment issues. Are you or are you not a grown man?" Joe-Lynn asked.

"I never said I was blaming you. I'm well old enough to make my own decisions and nobody will ever make me do something. This is on me and me alone." He said. "Now how about we rewind to when you said that you wanted to fuck Joey in the pub's bathroom?"

"What?" Joey asked. "I was mad when I said that." Joe-Lynn only slightly lied. "I know you, Turner. You're not a good liar around me." Yngwie said.

"I hate love that about you still. Fine. I thought about it. I was still pissy about the breakup and the fact that I thought he had taken you from me and a part of me wanted to know why you liked him so damn much and the other part kinda wanted to tear his hair out for touching you." Joe-Lynn said. "I'm over it now."

"Liar." Yngwie said. "I don't want to tear his hair out anymore and the rational side of my brain took over and decided to help you fix your stupid relationship before you fucked it up." He said. "I'm over you."

He turned to leave before Yngwie said that damn word again. "Liar." He growled. "Fuck off! I want to be over you, you fucking prick! Too bad, you're like a damn drug that you would like to quit but can't or hell maybe even don't want to quit!"

"For once, you'rere not lying." Yngwie replied. "One last thing though." He added much to Joe-Lynn's annoyance. He missed the the little smirk he gave Joey. "What the hell else do you possibly want?" He asked.

"You're not leaving me a second time."

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As soon as he said those words, Yngwie turned him around and kissed him deeply. His hands weee clutching hid clothes in his grasp. Joe-Lynn froze for a minute before he pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around his waist.

He realized at that moment that Joey was still there and watching them, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. Not when he had his Yngwie in his arms. Kissing him like he used to.

Although going by the panting noises that he heard coming from him, it didn't seem like he cared or minded.

He slipped his tongue into his mouth, letting it explore. Yngwie did the same to him. He broke the kiss soon, giving Joe-Lynn access to his neck.

Joey watched fascinated and aroused seeing his Yngwie fall so willingly into someone else's hands. The same way he did for Joey. He had said the only two people he ever allowed to take him was Joey and Joe-Lynn.

He also said that would never change.

Joe-Lynn didn't hesitate to lick and nip at his neck. He didn't hesitate to bite his neck lightly. Yngwie gasped in his arms, his hard-on pressed against him.

Joey pulled him to the bed, making him drop on it and lay down. Joe-Lynn straddled his hips. "You need an explanation?" Joey asked. "Very much so." Joe-Lynn said, leaving down to keep marking up his neck.

"We talked about add in another person into our relationship. We never got to though even if we both agreed to it willingly. If you're open to it, you'll get both of us. We're a packaged deal." Joey said.

It wasn't exactly a hard choice for him. Yngwie had told him straight that he wasn't going to let Joe-Lynn leave him again after just now being able to say why he had left to begin with.

He still loved him and Yngwie still loved him. He wasn’t going to mess up with him again and if that meant Joey was with them, then fine.

He made the choice even easier. He was one hell of a gorgeous man.

"I'm not leaving." Joe-Lynn said. "I'm staying. For good this time."

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Yngwie tilted his head back with a gasp, his grip tight on him. He had his legs on either side of his waist. He let Joey add his own string of marks on his neck.

Joe-Lynn ran his hand from his hips to his annoyingly still clothed thighs, before he ran it down his leg. "Christ, I've missed these legs." Joe-Lynn said. He turned his attention to Joey and groped his ass, making him groan.

He then found himself being rolled onto his back, Yngwie straddling his hips. "Haven't seen this sight in a while." He said. He sat up and wrapped his arms around his waist.

Times like this, he was glad to only be 2 inches shorter than Yngwie. This wouldn't have even worked nearly as well with someone unless they were either not much shorter then Yngwie or was taller.

And yes Joey knew of at least 3 people taller than Yngwie. One of them was a Dutch guitarist that he kinda wanted to meet just to stare at him and the other 2 American guitarists he knew nothing about aside from seeing them be talked about or music videos.

"I always wanted to try that. Too bad he's 6'3." Joe-Lynn teased. "Like you mind." Yngwie replied. "I don't. Your legs made it that way." He said.

Joey undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt that wasn't halfway open and Joe-Lynn slid the shirt off his body. Joey pulled his own shirt off. Joe-Lynn rubbed Yngwie's waist before letting his hand drift down to his ass.

Yngwie groaned, pushing back against him. "I have some questions about your obsessions with my ass." He said. "You have looked in a mirror right?" Joey asked. "Why the hell would I be staring at my own ass in the mirror?"

"What he means is that it's really damn hard not to stare at or touch when you know you're allowed to as you please." Joe-Lynn said in his ear, still rubbing and groping him. He pulled away after giving it a light smack.

"On your back." He ordered. Yngwie climbed off of Joey, much to his disappointment, and onto his back. Joe-Lynn bent and spread his legs before settling between them on his knees.

He undid his pants and Yngwie helped him to remove them. He pulled down his underwater next, leaving him completely naked under him. "Fuck, I've missed this sight. So beautiful." He said. He leaned over and kissed him before he lied on top of him completely.

Yngwie tried to push his shirt off, signaling that he wanted it gone. Joe-Lynn smirked and sat up again. He pulled his shirt and pants off, revealing his lack of anything underneath. "Tease." Yngwie said. He pulled him on top of him again, moaning as their groins touched.

Joe-Lynn began grinding against him, kissing him to keep him quiet since he knew there were multiple others present in the flat.

Yngwie wasn't the loudest in bed, hell Yngwie himself would say that Viv was louder, but he could get vocal. Usually in Swedish and a lot of cursing.

His dirty talk was more awkward for him since he was primarily a top but god did Joe-Lynn used to love when he got him to let loose on his pleasure.

"Fuck." Yngwie panted, his hands placed on his shoulders. He felt Joey's fingers run his hands through his hair. "I believe you owe me, love." Joey teased. "I'm 6'3, you little shit." Yngwie said through a groan.

Joe-Lynn stopped his movements and got off of him, a smirk on his face. "I kinda want to see that." He said. Joey immediately hopped from the bed and pulled Yngwie to sit up. He moved closer to him, Yngwie putting his hands on his waist.

Joey ran his fingers through his hair as Yngwie placed a kiss on his stomach. "I'm sorry for what I said. You're so much more to me than that and you'll never be that to me." He said. "I'm sorry for throwing up Joe-Lynn in your face." He replied.

With that out of the way, Yngwie undid his pants and helped him to step out of them. "I love you." He said, wrapping his lips around his cock. "Fuck that's hot." Joe-Lynn panted, watching Yngwie bob his head back and forth. Joey gave a low moan, placing his hand on his head.

He pushed his hips in rhythm with him. "Oh god." He moaned. "So good." Yngwie pulled back until the head was in his mouth. He took his sweet time sucking on the head and using his hand to pump him.

"You tease." Joe-Lynn said. Yngwie took the head out of his mouth, letting it rest against his mouth. He gave them a smirk. Yngwie grabbed the length and kissed and licked the side of it.

"Am I the one doing this or are you?" Yngwie asked Joe-Lynn. He came up and put his arms around him from behind. "It could always be both of us you suck off." Joe-Lynn said, biting his earlobe.

"I could always make you get on your knees for me." He retorted. "You wouldn't even have to make me, Firestarter." Joe-Lynn said. He ran his hand down his chest to his stomach.

Yngwie took Joey back into his mouth, making him grab him by his hair. He moved his head back and forth again, keeping ahold of Joey's hips. Joe-Lynn moved his hand from Yngwie's stomach to his waist before reaching down to squeeze his cock.

Yngwie gasped, pulling off of Joey's shaft. Joe-Lynn moved back in time to avoid Yngwie's arm that he tried to hit him with, a loud laugh escaping from his lips. "I had to!" He said, an amused grin on his face.

"I'm gonna be saying the same thing when I kick your ass, Kort." Yngwie retorted. "I resent that." Joe-Lynn responded. Yngwie was about to retort again when Joey made him gave him again.

"You're not done yet, love." He said, grabbing his hair again. Yngwie stared at him with a challenging look, his own wild and curly hair in his face and making his eyes look seductive.

"Gud dessa ögon." Joey groaned. "Open up for me." Yngwie did as he was told and Joey hit his face with his length. Joey chuckled when he saw the glare that Yngwie gave him, sticking his cock back into his mouth.

He held Yngwie's heads in his hands, fucking into his mouth. "Fuck." He moaned. Yngwie closed his eyes and let him use his mouth as much he pleased. "I'm highly jealous." Joe-Lynn said. "Gonna have to use his mouth when you're done. More is more. Right, Yngwie?"

He smirked when Yngwie just gave him the middle finger. Joey sudddnly released his hold on his hair and pulled out of his mouth. "I was getting close." He said.

Joe-Lynn got up and pulled Yhgwie back to him. Yngwie yelped as he was pinned to the bed and had his legs spread. "Hello, Kärlek." Joe-Lynn said, hiding his hands to the bed. "I've missed you. Been wanting you to be like this with me for so long afterwards."

"I'm such a mess, I wonder why anyone wants me." He said. "I've tried to destroy one of my former frontman's tonsils because I lost my temper, I've made everybody leave me behind, and I've hurt somebody I love."

"Doesn't matter to me or him, baby." Joey whispered, running a hand through his hair. "It should." Yngwie retorted. "Maybe but you'll always have us, baby. We love you, flaws and all. Even if you can be a highly controlling hard to please Ritchie Blackmore clone." Joe-Lynn said, teasing the last part.

"You're one of the very few allowed to call me that." Yngwie said. "You, Viv, Joey, and John. Nobody else." Joe-Lynn lent down and kissed him briefly. Yngwie wrapping his legs around his waist.

“Fuck me.” He breathed as soon as Joe-Lynn separated their lips. “You. I don't care how. Just...I want you to take me. Make me yours again."

He didn't need to be told twice.

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Joe-Lynn positioned Yngwie to be bent over, his legs spread wide under him. "Is this really the best one to do, love? First time we ever did this left you with jelly legs." Joe-Lynn teased, running a hand down on back. "Why do I love you again?" Yngwie asked, annoyed.

"Because I have a nice dick?" He guessed. "One of the reasons." Yngwie muttered. He gasped when Joe-Lynn pushed his lubed up cock inside of him. "You little prick!"

"Sorry, love. Couldn't resist." Joe-Lynn panted, holding his hips in a firm grip as he thrusted in and out. "Joey doesn't fuck you enough, just as tight as I remember."

"Pretty hard to top someone who insists on being on top." Joey said, enjoying the show. "You weren't c-complaining." Yngwie replied to the jab laced with a broken moan. "Who the hell told you to go slow?"

"The part where I decided I wanted to torture you." Joe-Lynn said. "If you don't hurry the hell up, I'm going to use Joey to get myself off and believe me, it won't be hard." He bitched.

It actually got him what he wanted.

Joe-Lynn sped up his thrusts, gripping his hips in a tight grip. Yngwie gasped and let out a low moan. "He's not the one inside you right now, Perfektionist." He breathed out. "Then-fuck-stop holding back and fuck me like you did when we first met." Yngwie commanded.

Joe-Lynn definitely remembered that. He and Yngwie had gotten into one of their steadily expanding arguments at that point of time and Joe-Lynn had finally had enough of Yngwie's controlling and perfectionist like behavior.

He had pushed him onto the bed in his hotel room and taken him right there, finally giving into the sexual tension he and Yngwie had let build up. He'd been rough with him, feuded by lust and wanting to put him in his place.

Apparently the only reason he didn't kick him afterwards is because he hated being left after sex. His first sign that Yngwie didn't handle being left well and it had gone over his head.

"As you wish, love." Joe-Lynn said. He then started plunging into him over and over again, msking Yngwie have to muffle his own moans.

"I'd like know more about the first time you took him." Joey said, staring at Yngwie with lust filled eyes. "All I did was put him in his place." Joe-Lynn chuckled. "T-trying to save his balls." Yngwie retorted.

"Mindre prat, mer gnällande." Joe-Lynn said, pulling him back to meet his thrusts. Yngwie bit into the sheets with a loud moan. "I can't believe you just made him unable to say his most famous words." Joey teased.

He moved Yngwie's hair that had fallen into his face away and found him giving him a half-hearted glare. "Oh, love. I'm kidding. I'd rather have you no other way but my Yngwie." Joey said.

He moved his cock to poke against his lips. "Open up, love. I'll make it easier for you to keep quiet." He said. Yngwie took him into his mouth and started sucking him. "Helvete." Joey groaned. Joe-Lynn pummeled himself into his love, msking Yngwie moan around his cock.

"Oh shit. That's good." Joey moaned. "Keep doing that. Make him do those noises." Joe-Lynn smirked and drove into him, making him take him all the way. "Fuck, I've missed this." He said. Yngwie cried out around Joey's shaft.

He pulled away briefly. "That's it. Make me yours again. I know you're close." He urged. He took Joey back into his mouth and took him far as he could, knowing both of his boys were close.

Joe-Lynn grabbed his arms and pulled them behind his back, holding them in one hand. Joey quickly made sure that he didn't slip out of Yngwie's mouth. He fucked his mouth the same way he did before, msking Yngwie take it.

Joe-Lynn drilled into him, snapping his hips against his ass. "Saknade den här rumpan så mycket. Ska fylla på den." He moaned. Joey pulled out of Yngwie's mouth.

"Få mig att komma älskling, Vill att du ska fylla upp mig så mycket!" Yngwie cried out, pushing himself back with his hips. Joey panted as he pumped his cock before he stuck it into Yngwie's mouth just before he came inside of it.

Yngwie wrapped his lips around him and took every drop that Joey gave him. Joe collapsed ok his back. Yngwie took another bite of the sheets to hold in his loud moan as he felt Joe-Lynn ram into him.

He let go of his arms and pulled him up to rest against him, making him sit up on his knees. He continued to shove into him, using his hand to bring Yngwie to his own end.

"Cum for me, baby." Joe-Lynn encouraged. Yngwie felt one more thrust before he came all over his stomach. Joe-Lynn groaned and filled him with his cum, holding his waist tightly.

He pulled out of him and made him lay on his back. He trailed his tongue across his body where he had came on himself. "Still filthy." Yngwie muttered. Joe-Lynn chuckled and lay on his side next to him.

Yngwie pulled Joey close to him on the other side. "What happens after this?" Joe-Lynn asked, his hand going through Yngwie's hair. "You be with us if you want." He replied. "I'm okay with that." Joey mumbled, close to sleep.

Joe-Lynn pulled the blanket over all 3 of them. "I'd like that. I'm not leaving you again, Min kärlek." He told Yngwie. "I love you."

Yngwie gave him a rare smile. "I love you too, love. You and him." He said, last part referring to Joey.

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"The fangirls are gonna lose their minds." Tico said, looking at his frontman posing in front of the cameraman for a photoshoot. "I think our guitarist is about to lose his mind." David teased, seeing the way Richie was staring at Jon. 

"Fuck off." Richie said, never taking his eyes off of Jon. Primarily his ass in those tight as sun blue jeans that he had on. The ones that were currently making a lot of people stare at him, including Richie. 

The only difference was that he was the only one who got to have him. Nobody else but him.

"You look like you're gonna drag him to the nearest bathroom and make us hear him make those noises AGAIN that we don't went to head." David said. "Leave him alone, Lemma. It's not his fault he's endlessly horny for Jon." Alec teased. 

Richie flipped them, his eyes still staying on Jon as the photographer had him push his jacket halfway down so that one shoulder was revealed, his hair messy, and his would've-been-ridiculous-on-anyone-else duck lips present. 

Next, the photographer had Jon sit on the hood of a car prop, one leg up mord then the other and arms crossed at the bottom. Even that somehow came off as sexy and he wasn't even showing any skin that time.

Jon looked his way, a certain look on his face that just screamed trouble. Jon knew him far too well to not know how he was reacting to him at the very current moment. 

It’d taken him a while to realize that Richie was attracted to him but when he realized it, he did whatever he could to tease him. Kinda like right now. 

“Mind if I improvise a little bit?” Jon asked the photographer. When he was given permission, he turned to a wall and leaned against it, his ass facing the camera and the New Jersey logo visible on his jacket. He turned his head to peak at the camera and Richie. 

Richie was real glad he had his guitar to hide the tent he was sure was present in his pants. Even if the idiots he called bandmates were now snickering. 

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“You are such a tease.” Richie muttered as he held Jon’s hands by his head on the bed in-between his spread legs. Jon had continued his teasing on the ride, putting his hand on his thigh and rubbing it. As soon as they arrived at the hotel room, he had practically thrown him onto the bed.

“You were the one getting horny.” Jon teased. Richie pressed his lips to his, letting his wrist go. Jon moaned, putting his hands on Richie’s shoulders and sliding his jacket off of his body. Richie sat up and removed his shirt and pants, leaving him completely naked.

“Gorgeous.” Jon said. Richie pulls him to sit up and slides his jacket off of him, leaning in kiss and suckle at his neck. Jon groaned and tilted his head back, Richie’s hand going through his hair. He starts to roll up Jon’s shirt and he helps him to remove it.

Jon stood up from the bed and bottomed his jeans before pushing them off along with his underwear. “I’m gonna be the one to take those off of you next time, Jonny.” Richie said, pulling Jon to straddle his hips.

“Only when you let me fuck you.” He replied, laying him back on the bed. “Not happening right now.” Richie denied. “Then you’re not taking the pants off.” Jon said. He reached into the bedside table and took out a bottle of lube.

He yelped when Richie spanned them around so that he was on top. “I’ll let you do it one day.” He said. Jon smiled and kissed him deeply, running his hands through his hair. “Only when you’re ready.” He said, pulling back.

Richie kissed him one last time and opened the bottle before lubing himself up. He pushed Jon’s legs up just a bit higher and thrusted into him. Jon let out a loud moan, looking into Richie’s eyes. “Soft or hard?” He asked. “Hard.” Jon said. Any other time, Richie would have taken his time with his frontman and lover. But right now, he was far too turned on to be able to do anything other than fuck him into the mattress.

Richie started with a fast pace, holding his hips in a firm hold. He felt Jon's hands on his back and beard the moans that he let out. He gave a low groan, sitting himself up on his knees and thrusting hastily into him. “Oh fuck. Right there.” Jon moaned, his hands planted on the bed.

"You see that?" Richie panted, making Jon look down. His eyes went back to Richie's face, his mouth open in pleasure as he released a loud moan. "You're so tight and warm for me. All for me." Richie moaned, driving into him.

Jon pulled him back down, locking his legs around his waist, his head pushed back as he let Richie bite, kiss, and sickle various spots of his neck, his hands clasped to his back. "Yes! Fuck that's so good!" He moaned.

Their moans, grunts, and pants filled the air along with the squeaking of the bed springs and skin slapping against skin. Richie pushed Jon's legs up so they close to his chest, making him go deeper. "Richie! Fuck!" Jon cried out.

"I'm getting there." Richie said in his ear, hid voice shaky. “Me too.” Jon moaned. Richie pressed his lips to his, swallowing his cry as he felt him cum on both their bodies. He kept his lips against his as he reached his own end.

Richie let him go with a loud gasp, breathing hard. He slipped off of Jon and laid beside him, pulling him against him. “I need to start teasing you more.” Jon panted. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” Richie groaned, kissing his head, then his lips, and his jaw.

“I can think of no better way of going out.” Jon said.

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"We don't have much time, Big Man." Don Dokken panted as Robbin Crosby held him against the wall and attacked his neck in kisses and bites. "And don't leave marks! It'll be hard as hell trying to explain that." Don chastised. "Just tell them it's from a groupie." Robbin said, completely ignoring his order and sliding his hand behind him. Don let a strangled moan when he felt Robbin grip his ass.

He quickly pushed Robbin away before he grabbed him and dragged him to the couch. He made Robbin lay down. Since he was way too damn tall for his own good, he couldn't lay on a couch too comfortably unless his head was on the arm of it. Making sure he was comfortable, he undid both of their pants and removed them and their undergarments.

He spat on his hand and used it to lubricant himself before he slammed into Robbin, making him release a loud gasp. "Couldn't you have warned me first?" He asked. Don rolled his eyes and moved one of his ridiculously long legs around his waist. "You didn't warn me the first time we did this." He pointed out. "That’s because you didn't give me time to!" Robbin defended before his breath hitched at the first thrust.

"Shut up and just take it." Don ordered, holding his hips tight and began to pound him, not even bothering to go slow. He chose to do it rough knowing Robbin wouldn't complain. Robbin immediately put his hand over his mouth to muffle the loud scream that he let loose. Don continued to plunge himself in and out of him, trying to hold back his own sounds of pleasure. "Always so damn tight." He said, holding his hips even tighter. He took Robbin's hand off his mouth.

"I know we have to be quiet but I do want to hear you scream my name." He said. Robbin nodded before he placed his hand on Don's shoulders, holding them tight as he continued his rough pace. Soon, Robbin could feel himself getting close. He wrapped his leg even tighter around Don. "I'm close." He said. Don tightened his hold on his hips snd sat up only slightly so Robbin could see what he was doing. He grabbed Robbin's member and began to jerk him off at the speed of his thrust.

Robbin accidentally let out a loud moan of Don's name when he came and tightened around Don, making him groan as he followed Robbin right over the edge. He stayed still in him for a minute before sliding out. Robbin sudddnly sat up on the couch, pulling Don into his lap so he was straddling him. "You couldn't have waited?" Don complained. "Nope." He said with a cheeky grin on his face before he lined himself up with Don's hole and slammed him down.

He let out a loud scream, making Robbin laugh. "You fucking prick-" his rant was cut off by Robbin making him ride him, his rant being replaced by moans he tried hard to keep quiet as be placed his hands on Robbin's shoulders and began to move on his own. "Fuck. You're lucky that I love you." He groaned, throwing his head back slightly when Robbin began to attack his neck again.

The rough and fast pace brought them both to another orgasm quickly. Don groaned as he slipped off of him and sat next to him on the couch. He wallowed to Robbin to hold him close as he laid back down on the couch. The door to the studio they were in suddenly opened and Stephen, George, and Warren barged in before their jaws dropped. “DUDE! WHEN THE HELL DID YOU SUDDENLY LIKE MEN!” Stephen yelled.

George immediately covered up Warren’s eyes. His eyes, however, stayed glued to Don’s ass and Robbin’s long legs. He was then hit in the face by a pillow. “Stop staring at him, asshole. He’s mine.” Don hissed at him. Him and Robbin had now slipped their pants back on. Warren removed George’s hands from his eyes, sighing in relief when he saw that they were now dressed. “I’m going to go bleach my eyes now.” He announced, walking out.

“Hey! Don’t do that, kid!” George yelled after him, running from the room. Stephen stood in front of them, his hands on his hips. “Explain.” He demanded. “We’re together.” Robbin said, nonchalantly. “You didn’t think to tell me?! Your best friend?! Uncool! I had to find out you was into men by walking in and seeing you naked on a couch with Don fucking Dokken!” He ranted. “I like women too, idiot.” Robbin muttered.

“And you! You hurt him and I’m tearing your throat out, understand me?” Stephen said before he walked out of the room. “Did he just give me a shovel talk?” Don asked. Robbin nodded. Don let out a complaining groan when Robbin then picked him up to carry him on his shoulder, making him face his back.

“I can walk, you fucking big asshole!” Don bitched, making Robbin laugh. “I love your bitchiness, Don.” That made Don go quiet. He smiled when he heard the next words be muttered.

“Love you too, idiot.”

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1991:
John Norum walked into the studio, his guitar case in hand. Joey Tempest was already there, setting up his microphone. It seemed that he had finally started to let go of the borderline whole cans of hair spray for the teased up hair that was so prevalent during the 80's. Now his hair was calmer. Yet it stayed as curly as ever. He looked just as beautiful as Norum had always thought he was.

“You ready for this one, Joey?” He asked, setting his guitar up. “Been ready for a while now, Norum.” Joey said in his ever so soft voice. Norum smiled fondly at him before Joey pressed the record button.

You know that we belong, we belong together. Together, we‘ll be strong. You know that we belong, we belong together. Together we’ll be strong. Oh, is this true? It’s down to me and you.

Norum had been so focused on his guitar that he hadn’t noticed Joey glance towards him when he sung the last note. After they finished the song, Joey turned off the recording. “I missed this.” He said. Norum look at him. “Working with you, performing with you, all of it. I missed you.” He finished. “It didn’t seem like it with how close you got to the man you replaced me with.” Norum said bitterly. “You forced us to. You left us. You left me.” Joey defended.

“I didn’t want to get anyone else. I wanted you back. I never wanted you to leave.” Joey then said, his voice sad. “I had to. It was for the best of myself and the hand. You did fine without me.” Norum said. “But it wasn’t the same without you there. Kee’s a good guitarist and friend but he’s you. He’ll never be you. You’re my best friend. You have since you were 14 and I was 15.” Joey responded.

Norum wrapped him in his arms. He smiled when he felt Joey hug him back. Pulling back, he stared at the man he’d loved since he was 14. He put a strand of hair that had fallen into his face, behind his ear. “Always so gorgeous.” He muttered. He then gently grabbed Joey’s face in his hands before he kissed him on his lips. Joey immediately wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him back. The kiss turned heated in no time with their tongues clashing with each other. Norum placed his hands on Joey’s hips and lifted him up onto the soundboard.

He separated from his lips long enough to kiss Joey on his neck. That made Joey groan, his head falling back slightly as Norum licked and bit his throat. Joey placed his hands on his sides and tried to pull his shirt over his bead. Norum groan but pulled away. “Do you want this?” He asked. Joey nodded. “I’ve wanted this since I was 15. Take me. We’ve waited far too long to do this. We belong together, right?” Joey said.

Norum rubbed his sides gingerly. “We’ll be strong. I love you. I always have.” He said before he kissed him again. “I love you too.” Joey panted. He tried to pull his shirt up again, this time succeeding. Norum undid his own pants after Joey jumped off of the soundboard and turned around to place his hands on it. Norum undid and pushed his pants and underwear down as far as he could. He stepped closer to him.

He bent Joey over slightly before he guided himself into his tight body. He stayed still and held Joey’s hips while Joey got used to him. After a minute, Joey pushed himself back onto him, signally tbat he could continue. He groaned as he did so. Norum went a steady yet hard pace, letting out loud groans whenever Joey tight o around him. “A-ah. So good. Don’t stop.” Joey moaned and panted as Norum hit his spot over and over. Norum could feel how close he was.

“I’m close, baby. I’m close.” Norum moaned, speeding up his thrust. “Keep calling me that.” Joey said, pushing himself back to meet his thrusts. Norum pushed Joey’s hair to the side and laid his head on his shoulder. He leaned in close to his ear. “Cum for me baby. I’m right here. I’m here and I’m not leaving you again.” Norum said. Those words were what drove Joey over the urge as he let out one final moan of Norum’s way. Norum gasped and cane inside of him after a few more thrust.

They stayed there for at least 5 minutes before Norum pulled out. Him and Joey collapsed on the studio floor. The room smelled heavily of add and sweat. “I love you.” Norum said, pulling Joey to his chest. “I love you too.” Joey said before they fell into a deep slumber.

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"Why do you have a camera?" Essey asked him. "Rockstars always have cameras." He said as if it was the most obvious thing ever. "Why are you holding it right now and filming me is the best question." She retorted. "Steve's being boring right now and sleeping." Joe replied.

She rolled her eyes before turning to the man next to her. His blond hair was sprayed across his pillow. He was indeed asleep. "Do you wanna make a movie?" Joe asked her. He stood in front of her, a very noticeable bulge in his tight jeans. "We'll have to be quiet." She said, reaching up to rub her hand over it. "I can do that." He said.

"You can hardly keep quiet when he's fucking you, Joe." She reminded. "That's different and neither can you." He retorted. He then pulled the belt of the silk bathrobe she wore, making it open, letting it tease his camera. "If you get my face in that thing, I'm kicking you in the balls." She said.

"I'm at the most risk here, love." He reminded as he slowly slid the robe down, letting one of her breast be shown. "You're also a man. Now shut up and give me this stupid thing." She said. She took the camera from him, making sure it didn't get her face, and turned it towards him.

"You know those groupies of yours would love this." She said. "You jealous, love?" He asked, undoing his jeans. "I'd be jealous if I didn't feel it all the time." She retorted. "You're a mean one today." He smirked. "Shut up and undress, Joe." She demanded.

She didn't even bother to hide that she was appreciating the sight of him without clothes on. "Again, the groupies would love this. Too bad in the only woman allowed to see this on a daily basis." She said.

He took the camera from her and put it on its tripod before grabbing her hands and pulling her to straddle him in the chair next to their bed. "Ain't gotta worry about no groupies as long as you're ours, love." He said. He knew it made her jealous that he'd been with groupies but he wouldn't ever do that when he already had her.

He'd spent far too long trying to get her to be a daft boy and do something stupid to mess it up.

She kissed him on his lips with passion as he slid the other half of her robe down, exposing her other breast. He left them hanging just so he could tease his camera a little bit more.

He broke the kiss to trail down to her neck, where he bit her gently, before holding her tight so he could continue to work on her neck. "He was born with the passion, love and hate. A restless spirit with the need for a mate. But there was something that was missing, something lost. So he came with the answer, here's what it cost." He sang.

"What have I said about singing during sex?" She asked. "That's your favorite song by us, love. Just allow it." He said before he slipped one of her breast into his mouth. She bit her lip to avoid letting out a moan. He fondled her other breast into his hand. He then slid it down her chest and stomach. Without any warning, he thrusted his fingers inside of her.

"Oh shit!" She quickly covered her mouth and looked over at Steve, who simply shifted but stayed asleep. "You are such an-fuck-asshole for that." She moaned softly when his fingers started to go in and out of her.

"And in the garden, lust began. The animal instinct, the wanton man. She fed him with a ginger, an appetite. And filling with emotion, hr took a bite." He sang before he bit her on her neck, making her whimper.

"You're skipping over lyrics, Joe." Steve said from the bed. "I told him to be quiet but no, he has to make me make as many-" she cut off herself with a moan when Joe rubbed hhis thumb against her clit.

"Hey, Steve. Enjoying the show?" He asked. "I'd be enjoying it more if you hadn't woken me up. Are you recording right now?" Steve asked. "Yep." He said, removing his fingers from her body. "Turn around, love." He told her. She got up and turned around, sitting herself on Joe's lap, her back to him.

He pulled off her robe completely and threw it somewhere he didn't fare to look. She picked herself up, allowing him to line himself up with her hole. She slid down on his cock with a loud moan.

He looked at Steve and gestured him to get in front of her and to hand him the camera. He did as instructed. "Ride me and suck him, love." Joe told her. He held the camera in his right hand held her hip with the left hand. She took Steve's hard length in his hand, before she wrapped her lips around it.

Steve gave a low moan and grabbed her hair in his hand. She at the same time began to lift herself up and down on Joe, at first at a flow and steady pace. She sucked Steve the same way. Slow and steady. After a while, she rode Joe with a bit more fevor, her head rolling back in pleasure before she took Steve into her mouth again.

"Fuck. Too bad she refuses to let her face be on camera. That'll be a gold-mine for me." Joe groaned. "Shut up about that already." She pulled away and told him. She moaned when Steve grasped her hair and pulled her mouth back on him. She gabbed his hips in her hands and stilled her head.

Getting the hint, Steve began to plunge his shaft into her mouth, letting out a loud groan and gripping her hair. "Fuck that feels good." Joe moaned, thrusting his hips up everytime she came back down. She started bouncing her body up and down on him, moaning and screaming around Steve’s length.

Steve pulled out of her mouth. “I’m close.” She whimpered, her face contorted into pleasure. Joe gave the camera to Steve before he got up, still holding her against him, making her squeak. He had her put her knees on the chair before he began to pound her. “Oh shit! Oh fuck! Right there, baby!” She cried out, holding the back of the chair in a tight grip.

Joe grunted before he put his fingers back on her clit and rubbed it, trying to bring her to an orgasm. She but the couch in-between her teeth as she moved her hips back into his thrusts. “I’m cumming!” She let go and said before she moaned loudly and came on his fingers.

Joe let out a loud moan of her name before he released inside of her. He smirked when he heard Steve groan loudly and saw he had came on himself. He pulled out and picked Essey up before putting her on the bed.

He took the camera from Steve and shut it off. “You miss her face?” He asked. Steve nodded. “Good. She’d be pissed at me.” He said. He pulled Steve to lay on Essey’s other side, before he laid down himself.

“It was one part love, one part wild, one part lover, one part child. A whole lotta fire, a little bit of ice. A whole lotta something you can’t sacrifice.” Joe sang into her ear. “Only you’re allowed to do that.” She said.

“Hey!” Steve protested. Joe reached over her and kissed him. “You’re our favorite guitarist, beautiful. Never change.”

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Robbin watched his frontman and friend pace in front of him. His shoulders were tense, his face showing frustration, and somehow his hair that was always in front of his eye looked mildly intimidating.

Well to anyone but him. Aside from being 6'5, he'd known this idiot far too long to be intimidated.

"Do you mind not possibly burning a hole into the floor?" He asked. Stephen stopped and gave him the stink eye. "No, I don't mind. Now shut your almost as big as your height mouth." He retorted.

"You're the one who dragged me into this." Robbin pointed out, annoyed. "That's because you're the only smart one aside from me here." Stephen said.

Robbin really questioned who lied and told him he was smart.

"Whatever. What the hell you bitching about anyway? How to best push Bobby off a cliff?" He wondered. "No, I thought of that yesterday. It's Warren." Stephen said.

Robbin's attention was caught, Stephen could tell. His Robbin could never turn anything to do with Warren away.

"What about him? Did somebody hurt him?" Robbin asked, worry present for their youngest member that he was the most protective of out of all of them. "He's fine." Stephen said.

Robbin looked even more annoyed. "You made me worry about him for no reason?" He asked through gritted teeth slightly. “No, I made you worry because somebody has been sneaking with him." He replied.

Robbin looked at him with deadpan eyes. "I'm serious!" Stephen exclaimed, hands on his hips in a way only a bitchy frontman from a band could.

He should know. He was looking at one of them. He briefly wondered if that's how George felt when he had to listen to Don bitch.

Granted Don was his friend but still.

"Someone is sneaking off with my Warren and I'm not appreciating that." Stephen continued. "And you need me to do what with you aside from contemplate my life choices?" Robbin wondered.

Stephen walked behind him, putting his hands on his shoulders and rubbed them. "Just help me to catch them. That's it." He said, leaning into his ear.

"You're bullshitting me. I've known you for damn years now, Stephen. You can't just flirt with me to get your own way." Robbin said, pushing him away. "And Warren's grown. Stay out of his business."

Stephen leaned back into his ear. "That's the problem, King. You and Warren are mine." He said. He backed away just in time when his friend turned around to face him.

"I don't belong to anybody, you little shit!" He hissed. "You're not about to make me into one of your damn groupies!" Stephen could barely control the smack to his own forehead.

"Not like that, dumbass! I meant that you're my damn guitarist and I'm not going to let just anyone take you!" He replied. "Why the fuck would you be one of my groupies when I don't give a shit about them?!"

"Then don't go around calling people yours." Robbin said, calming down. "Wait, What the-is tbat why you wouldn't stop hovering over my relationship with Tawny?" He realized just now after getting back into his original spot.

"Baby, that was gonna fail and we both know it." Stephen said. "And to be honest, a big part of me thought you were too good for her."

He ran his hand through that blond hair. "No. You're not a groupie for me. You're more than that and nobody's allowed to take you from me that I know isn't good for you."

"Nobody's taking me, idiot. Nobody wants the 6'5 man who has a hard time with positions people love." Robbin dismissed.

"I'm sorry what? Repeat that. Did Tawny fuck you up that much or something? I've had to give George Lynch at least multiple dirty looks because he stares at you and don't even get me started on the number of lustful looks women and men throw at you. Eddie said himself he wouldn't mind a night with you." Stephen said.

"You deemed George and Eddie not good enough for me. What the fuck?" Robbin asked. "Baby, George is a goner for Don and Eddie is my best friend but he's a mess." He retorted.

Robbin stayed quiet. "Why don't you just take me yourself then?" He muttered. "You can do a lot better than me, baby. You're too good for me." Stephen said, quietly.

Again, Robbin wondered who lied and told him he was smart.

"Fine. I'll help." Robbin relented, once again contemplating his life choices. "Awesome." He said. "I think you've earned something now."

"If you start treating me like a dog, I'm kicking your ass." Robbin threatened. "Not like a dog. Like your my King." He said. He slid his hands up his thigh. "I'd love these legs to be wrapped around my waist while I fuck you senseless."

"I've never done that a day in my life." Robbin confessed, his breathing hitched and his pants tighter than usual.

It's not he didn't want to. He was curious enough. But no man seemed to want him and he'd been burned enough by them to not even try again when someone had flat out told him that no man would want someone his size.

Stephen stared at him for a moment. "How the hell is that even possible looking the way you do?" He finally asked. "Someone years ago said no men would want someone my size." Robbin said. "I didn't think I had a reason to and I felt like he was right even if Don damn near killed him."

"Yeah I'm going to do 2 things to dispel that stupid fucking idea. First thing is take your clothes off and the second is to show you and that idiot how wrong he was." Stephen said.

He pulled Robbin from his seat and pulled him in front of the mirror. He would have to sit on the vanity just to even make this work but he couldn't care less.

Someone had hurt his Robbin and since he couldn't kick his ass, he could at least prove him and Robbin wrong.

He hopped onto the vanity and pulled Robbin close to him. "Is this really necessary?" He asked. Stephen pressed his lips against his in response. Robbin stiffened, both from shock and from not being used to it.

Stephen pulled back after a minute. “You’re killing the mood here.” He said in a deadpan tone. “You decided to plant one on me out of the blue. What damn mood is there?” Robbin retorted.

“Stubborn asshole.” Stephen muttered before he tore off Robbin shirt. “I liked that shirt, you prick!” Robbin exclaimed. “You’ll get another one.” He dismissed, before placing his hands on his hips. He leaned into Robbin’s neck and kissed and licked it, deciding against marking him as his like he wanted to.

This wasn’t about him. It was about Robbin and he still very much believed that Robbin was too good for him.

Too bad he was still possessive of him. He was possessive of Warren too. Warren was their youngest member and pretty as hell. Stephen loved him and wouldn’t even close to mind having him in his bed.

But it paled in comparison to his King.

Robbin slowly relaxed into the attention he was getting, tilting his head back more to give Stephen more access. He let his hands move from Robbin’s hips to his ass, squeezing and rubbing it.

Robbin gave a small gasp, surprised. “Fuck you have a great ass.” Stephen said into his neck.

He pushed his pants down just enough to show the important parts.

He pushed his lips against Robbin's again, this time getting more of a response. Granted he was still awkward as hell but at least he wasn't a statue.

Robbin placed his hands on his waist. Stephen kept on rubbing and groping his ass before he moved back to his waist. He suddenly pushed him back slightly before hopping off the vanity and dropping to his knees.

"So fucking beautiful." He muttered, grabbing his hard cock and jerking it. Robbin gave a small moan, holding on to the vanity in front of him. "Don't hold back with me. I like a good throat duck."

Stephen licked the head before he slipped it into his mouth. Robbin's body shuddered and he gave a breathy sigh, letting go of the desk with one hand and putting it on Stephen's hair as he pushed his head down his shaft.

"Fuck." Robbin moaned as he bobbed his head back and forth on his cock, one of his hands pumping the rest that weren't in his mouth. Stephen gave a moan around the shaft in his mouth, refusing to let up on the pace for a second.

"Dare I ask where you learned this?" Robbin asked, tightening his hold in Stephen's hair. Stephen removed his mouth, letting his hands on continue to pump his cock. "Don." He said. "George is a very happy man in the bedroom. Great ass, mouth, and cock."

His actions could only be described as jealousy taking over that Don had slept with his idiot. He pulled his hair firmly, making him gasp. He grabbed his shaft and pushed back into his warm mouth.

"I don't care how much you think I'm too good for you. You're mine." Robbin said, fucking his mouth. Stephen let him and started pumping his own neglected length.

If he could talk, he'd by saying something along the lines of "fucking finally".

Robbin let go of the vanity and placed it on Stephen's neck. He continued fuckimg into his frontman's mouth, making him keep up with him in a rythm. "Fuck I love your mouth." He groaned. "Should've did this sooner just to shut you up."

Stephen pulled back from his cock, breathing hard. "Think Warren would be good at this?" He asked through a broken moan. "You know what they say about silent waters. I wanna see about that." Robbin groaned and pulled him to his feet.

He sat him on the vanity, spreading his legs to get between them. "You're not a virgin right?" He asked, msking lay down the table as he pulled him towards him to the point that the only thing holding him up was Robbin.

"I just fucking told you I wasn't." Stephen said, handing him a bottle of lube. "I'm afraid to ask why you have that." Robbin said, lubing himself up. "Groupies be needing it too." He said.

Turns out the best way to get Robbin to be rough is just to trigger his jealous side.

He made a loud noise as he felt Robbin shove into him. His hand landed on the mirror of the vanity, unable to really grip anything. "Holy shit." He said, his eyes wide.

Robbin just now notice he could actually see his eyes and how pretty they were.

"You really like to test my patience I see." He said, thrusting inside of him hard and fast. "O-oh fuck. I'm not complaining. Fuck me hard, King." Stephen moaned. He could hear the table moving with every rapid thrust.

Robbin drilled into him as hard as he could and reaching up to return the favor. He ripped Stephen's shirt open. "FuckI'm asshole." He panted out. "Just returning the favor and you should be glad I didn't get the chance to rip off your leather pants." Robbin said.

"Don't you d-" his incoming tan was cut off by a loud moan due to his prostate being hit. "Oh fuck. Don't stop." He wrapped his legs around him, trying to keep him close.

"Wasn't even crossing my mind. Fuck, you feel so good." Robbin moaned, holding his waist and pushing him down to meet his thrust.

"I'm gonna have to thank that idiot. So fucking glad I got you first." Stephen groaned. He sat up, making Robbin have to hold him up. "I want to ride you. Treat you like The King you are."

Robbin carried him to the couch, sitting down and making Stephen straddle him. He grabbed onto his shoulders and began bouncing up and down on his lap. "Fuck. Oh shit. That's good." Stephen moaned. Robbin groaned and held his waist in a tight grip, thrusting his hips up.

"So fucking tight." He grunted in the crook of Stephen's neck. He grabbed ahold of his ass and started making him ride him, all the while still drilling into him.

"That's it. Oh fuck! How the fuck is this your first time-shit!" Stephen cried out, gripping his shoulders tight. "Just imagine how good you'll be if someone fucked you."

"I've imaged a few." Robbin said, his breathing getting sharper, sweat covering him, as he felt his end coming near. "Yeah? I'll need to hear about it-goddamn." Stephen groaned.

He reached down to pump his cock but had his hand smacked away by Robbin. "Cum on my dick." He softly commanded. "I'm close."

Stephen nodded, speeding up his pace, a few loud whimpers and whines escaping him. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna c-" he didn't even get to finish his chant before he came all over their chests and his ruined shirt.

Robbin panted as he tightened around him, speeding up his own thrust before he came deep inside of him with a loud moan.

Stephen stayed in his lap, panting as his sweat covered body shook. "Christ." He said, pushing his hair from his face. "That guy was so fucking stupid."

Robbin chuckled into his neck, holding him close to him. He groaned as Stephen slid off of him and into his side. He took off his ruined shirt and cleaned them both off brfore helping Robbin to pull his pants up.

He didn't even bother to get dressed himself, not ever caring about being naked in front of someone he knew and trusted.

"Now, those people you've thought about your first time being with a man would be." He said, sitting back on the arm of the couch, putting his legs over Robbin's lap.

"It was you, Warren, Don, Nikki, really any guy I found attractive. Even the rockstars from England I don't even know." Robbin said, an embarrassed look on his face. "Nikki's a damn mess so that was off the table and Don is a goner for George who refuses to admit it."

"Oh my gentle giant, you could've went for me from the get go. I've been wanting to fuck you since you became a rat." Stephen said. "Also, I can kinda see why you'll think of Nikki but I'm gonna need to tell you, the only person from Mötley Crüe that I would be okay with you is Mick."

"They're not that bad." Robbin defended. "I'm cool with them and even I'm saying no, baby." Stephen retorted. "You know you can't actually control my sex life right?" He asked. "King, half of that was me denying myself what I wanted." Stephen replied.

"There was one other person." Robbin said. "Who? Please tell me it's not Jon Bon Jovi." Stephen said. "Okay, there is literally nothing wrong with him. You just dislike him." Robbin retorted.

"That's because he's an annoying overly pretty rockstar that Richie can't stop fucking every-time they get off a stage." He said. "Now, who is the other person?"

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"Oh fuck." Warren moaned, pushing himself back against his companion. His companion panted, holding his hips tight as he pummeled into him.

They were on his hotel room bed and Warren was bent over, his knees spread apart and his hands clenching the sheets beneath him.

"Gonna cum?" He asked, the sound of skin slapping against skin present as he fucked into him hard. "Yes." Warren whimpered before he bit the sheets. He released himself all over the bed, his loud moan muffled by the sheet.

His comparison grunted and pulled out, jerking himself until he came all over Warren's ass. He collapsed onto the spent man, both of them breathing hard.

"What's with you and your obsession with finishing on my ass?" Warren asked, a smile on his face. "It's a pretty sight. Every part of you is pretty." He replied, kissing his back.

He laid to the side of him and Warren moved closer to him. "Cheesy." He teased. "Only for you, Ai." He said. Warren happened to look at the clock. "Shit!" He cursed, aitting up. "I gotta go. I'm not trying to answer a shit ton of "fun" questions."

He got up and started getting dressed, msking sure his hair wasn't a complete mess. His lover wrapped his arms around his waist. "Do you really have to? I'd kinda like to be able to wake up next to you for a change." He said.

"I have to. They'll be asking questions I don't want to answer." Warren said, leaning into his touch. "You wouldn't have to if you just be honest with them." He pointed out.

"And tell them what? That I'm into men as much as I'm into women, my first time was with someone Stephen heavily dislikes, oh and I'm dating him? Stephen will have a field day and Robbin will turn into that well-meaning but overprotectiveness that-" he was cut off.

"That you still love?" He answered. He didn't even look bitter, angry, or even disturbed that his boyfriend was still in love with his guitar partner. Warren looked at him guilty. "Stop that. I knew about your feelings for him when I got with you."

"I know but you're not friends." Warren said. "Not friends isn't the same thing as enemies. He just got on my nerves when he constantly asked to do a solo. Not like he was the one to turn it into a two guitarists band and besides, I did my part by giving him a partner." He said. "Plus, he's kinda hot so I get it."

Warren climbed into his lap and kissed him. He moaned and kissed back, wrapping his arms around him and sitting up. "I don't know if I should be jealous that you find him hot but I am." He said, pulling away.

"Calm down, I'm not gonna take your guitarist from you." He said. "I know. Nobody's taking you away from me." Warren said.

His lover smiled at him before he reluctantly let him go. "Call me when you can meet again." He said.

Warren nodded at him and kissed him one last time before leaving.

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"He finally appears!" Stephen called out as soon as Warren got on their tour bus. "Fucking hell, shut up!" Bobby said from his bunk. "Give him a sleeping pill, Juan." Stephen said, before turning his attention back to Warren.

"So, where has my favorite shredder been?"Stephen asked. "Not being around you and the others." He replied, sitting in his bunk. "The hell did I do wrong?" Bobby asked.

"Existing?" Stephen said, like it was obvious. He yelped snd glared at Robbin when he hit him on his head. Warren heard him grumble something among the lines of "asshole is lucky that he's good."

"You alright, Torch?" Robbin asked. Warren nodded, trying to avoid his partner's beautiful eyes. Robbin seemed to have left it at that. He took note of the fact that he climbed into the same bunk as Stephen.

It wasn't unusual. Robbin usually always got in the same bunk as him or Stephen. But this felt different. There was a certain tension between them.

Not anything negative like they were fighting. More like something else he couldn't put his finger on.

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Robbin was gonna murder Stephen one day.

Well, no he wasn't. Stephen was one of his best friends and he didn't particularly want to go to prison for murder.

But that was the best thing he could think of as he actually spied on his guitar partner. It's not like he hadn't tried to get out of it. He did.

It's just that Stephen had a damn talented mouth on him for more than just singing.

Why the fuck Stephen thought a 6'5 tall man was going to be good at sneaking around, he had no fucking idea. He was just convinced he still thought he was smart most of the time.

He was just about to give up even trying to keep up with Warren when he happened to hear him on the phone.

"We can meet at a hotel again. We have a tour break right now, so I might be able to stay with you." He said. Robbin didn't recognize the voice but he did manage to hear what the hotel was. "Okay. I'll be there. I love you."

He backed away before Warren could realize he was there. Warren loved someone. It wasn't even just a secret fling that he'd assumed it was. Oh no, it was actually fucking serous and his Torch was taken.

He rushed away and straight to Stephen. He pulled him into his arms as soon as he saw him. "What the hell?" He asked. "I know where Warren's going." He said.

"That doesn't explain why you'd upset. WHO hurt you? I will kill them." Stephen said. "He told them he loves them." Robbin said.

Stephen visibly winced. He knew about his King's feelings for Warren and he didn't have a problem with it. He loved and wanted Warren too. He just wasn't in love with him.

Robbin was in love with Warren.

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"This is a bad idea." Robbin repeated for the millionth time. "How many times do i have to hear you say that?" Stephen asked. "As many times as I want because he's gonna fucking kill us for this." Robbin replied.

"Too bad because I want to know who stole my Warren's heart and has him sneaking around as well as I might want to kick his ass for hurting you, intentional or not." Stephen said.

Again, who lied and told Stephen he was smart was the re-occurring question that Robbin had.

Okay, that might seem mean but really nobody but him and Warren were allowed to insult to insult his intelligence.

Because he knew they would stick by him even when he was at his lowest.

"If anything goes downhill and a fight breaks out, I've got you." Robbin said. "Stop being dramatic." Stephen said, knocking on the door. Robbin's eyes went wide and he smacked his forehead. "I didn't say knock!" He whispered harshly to him. "Stop being such a damn drama Queen." Stephen said, facing away from the door.

As soon as he said that, the door opened and Robbin's mouth fell open.

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"Warren, I found your bandmates." Warren's lover said. "Are you fucking kidding me?! Of all fucking people!" Stephen raged, turning to see who had answered the door.

Warren showed up in the doorway, gaping at them. His pants were undone, his shirt was off, and his hair was messy.

"Robbin?" He asked, sounding less surprised to see Stephen and more surprised to see Robbin. "It wasn't my idea. I was against it from the start." Robbin said quickly, putting his hands up.

"So much for having me." Stephen said, an annoyed look on his face. "I said if a fight was to break out!" Robbin defended. "Well then, a fight is about to break out because this prick is a deadman." Stephen said, trying to rush at him.

Jake E. Lee could only look at him like he was stupid.

Robbin pulled him back in time, lifting him up over his shoulder. "I'm just going to bring him into the room now." He said. He ignored the bitching and complaining Stephen was doing as he tried to break free.

Warren and Jake stepped aside and closed the door. Jake looked at the still struggling Stephen that Robbin tossed on the bed.

"This isn't what having my fucking back looks like, you big ass, big dick having-" Stephen's ran was cut off by Robbin putting his hand over his mouth.

He looked like he wanted to disappear on the spot.

"I don't think we were supposed to hear that." Jake said. Warren stormed over to them and lightly pushed Robbin aside. Not that he could do much damage, he just didn't want to hurt him.

"What the hell did you just say?!" He asked, making Stephen face him. "Nothing." Stephen said, realizing what he'd said. "Nothing my ass. You don't mention your bandmates dick sizes unless you know for some damn reason!" He biased.

Jake noticed the embarrassment on Robbin's face. "Holy shit!" He said, laughing his ass off. "He fucked him!" Robbin turned to glare at him. "Pay no mind to me. Pay mind to Warren because he looks like he wants to throttle Stephen."

"You saw him?!" He raged, trying to get at him, only to be held back by Robbin. "Why the hell do you care? You're with the world's most annoying 6 year age difference having asshole who won't shut his damn trap!" Stephen said.

"6 ain't that far away from 3, idiot." Robbin said. He actually would smacked his own damn head if he wasn't making sure his little hellcat didn't try to murder Stephen.

"I'm too busy wondering since when Stephen Pearcy gain the right to talk about anybody not shutting up." Jake said, very much enjoying the clown-show. "You can let go of him now by the way."

Robbin let go of Warren, who glared at his frontman but settled down. "There. Let's think this one through and for the love of god, shut your mouth." Robbin said, trying to play peacemaker as well as shut Stephen up.

"You hid this from us. You literally started sneaking around and fucking this prick who left the minute he couldn't get his way." He said. Robbin looked ready to throttle him.

"I left because I didn't want to be in a two guitarist band or start dressing like a damned clown." Jake defended. "I'm not the one who did that by the way. That was literally all you, the very damn minute you brought him aboard just because you wanted to fuck him."

That last part was directed at Robbin.

"What?" He asked. "Oh right. Yeah, he brought you on because he wanted to fuck you." Jake said. "Jake!" Warren hissed. Stephen cringed seeing the look on Robbin's face. He looked hurt.

"Robbin, baby, that was before I realized you were going to be good for the band." Stephen said. "You fucking told me it was because we were friends!" He said. "It was 1982. This is 1986." Stephen tried again. "I'm trying to make you feel better, King."

"Somehow I don't think being hired because of my body is making me feel better!" Robbin snapped. "It was also because we were friends. Stop listening to Jake and listen to me!" He exclaimed, grabbing his hands.

"I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't have did you like that. I should've been honest with you. I just didn't know how to tell you." Stephen tried again, wanting him to listen to him. He didn't care that he was embarrassing himself in front of Warren and Jake.

He didn't want to that look on his Robbin's beautiful face ever again.

"Before I made you the first man I had sex with would have been nice." Robbin hissed, pulling away. "I wouldn't have done that if I knew that shit."

"This isn't entertaining anymore." Jake said, actually looking guilty. "I wasn't trying to hurt you, Robbin. You got on my nerves and I may have snapped at you once but I don't have a problem with you."

"Whatever." Robbin said. He turned to leave the room when Stephen got in front of him. "Get the hell away from me." He said. "No. I'm not letting you leave and I'm not letting you regret what we did because it meant something to me and I fucking did it for you! Because I didn't want you to think that prick was right to say what he said to you!" Stephen said.

"The hell could it possibly mean for you other than getting what you wanted? Because right now I actually fucking feel used." Robbin said.

"I'm in love with you." Stephen confessed. "I didn't say anything because you told me you liked Warren and I may or may not have gone into own head again, thinking that your too good for me even if you called me yours when we did it."

Robbin stared at Stephen, his eyes wide. "You like me?" Warren asked Robbin. He nodded. Warren groaned. "I could've had you and Jake this whole freaking time." He complained.

"Okay, the tension is too much here and If I'm being honest, the idea of having Warren and Robbin under me is kinda hot." Jake said. "I will kick your-" Stephen was cut off by Robbin throwing him on his shoulder and tossing him on the bed.

"We're staying and done with the fighting. If sex is the only way to dispel the tension then fine." Robbin said.

XXXXX

Warren was pushed onto the bed by Jake. "Where were we before we were rudely stopped by a tall blond and a bitchy brunette?" Jake asked him, straddling his hips. "Fuck you very much, Jake." Stephen said, his head tilted back as Robbin bit and sucked at his neck.

"Keep talking like that and I might have to. I wouldn't mind experiencing how good you are." He said. "Focus on me." Warren said, pulling him down. Jake smirked and kissed him.

Robbin pulled away from his throat, admiring his work before he kissed him deeply. Stephen groaned and held him against him. "You know I'm sorry, right baby?" He asked when Robbin pulled away. "I know." He said, pecking his lips.

"I love you." Stephen whispered. "I love you, too. You and Warren." Robbin said. Warren turned his head to look at him, Jake's head in his neck as he kissed and suckled at him.

"Why did you never tell me?" He asked. "Any reason you never told me?" Robbin retorted. Jake released Warren and pulled him over to them. It barely worked but Jake didn't care.

"Kami, you two are a damn mess. Get your big ass over here before I kick you in it." Jake said. "I will hurt you if you put a single bruise on his ass." Stephen said. "Shut up, pretty boy." Jake told him.

"Fuck you." Stephen retorted. Jake jumped him on the bed, making him yelp. He spread his legs apart and got in between them, leaning over Stephen and making him look up at him. "You and that damn mouth. I swear the more you have a dick in it the better." He said.

"Tried that. He still didn't shut up even when I got rough." Robbin said. "Knowing you, he needed to provoke you just to make you be like that. You're too nice. Me, I've had to deal with Yngwie Malmsteen's bitchy ass mouth and I've shutted him up. Stephen ain't no problem."

"I don't even know what the fuck you just said." Stephen said. "Swedish guitarist. Kinda known for his bitchiness as much as you are." Warren said. "I'm being compared to a fucking Swedish guitarist?!" Stephen raged. "I should kick your ass from this hotel room all the way to fucking Sweden and shove you at his feet! How the fuck does he even look?!"

Warren pulled out one of his guitar magazines and showed him, an amused smirk on his face. "Oh. Wow. He's got a nice ass." Stephen said, finally quieting down. Warren put his head in Robbin's neck to muffle his laugh when he heard him growl.

"Huh." Jake said, suddenly admiring the man under him. "You're actually kinda nice looking when you're not bitching." Stephen glared at him. "Fuck you and the ego you walked in with you goddamn-" he was cut off by Jake kissing him hard.

Warren turned Robbin's head from the scene and kissed him. He ran his hand in his hair and lay back on the bed, taking him with him. Robbin groaned and followed him willingly.

He spread his legs apart and got in-between them, making sure he wasn't crushing him. "I don't need coddling." Warren said, breaking the kiss. "Difference between coddling and being aware of the difference in height, Torch." Robbin said.

"That's not what I mean. I want you to take me. Hard." Warren said. "I ain't one for being rough." He said. "You were with Stephen. He had to provoke you but you still did it. So, I'm doing the same. Jake took me good the last time. Bent me over and railed me." Warren said, resorting to Stephen's methods to make him be tough.

"Doesn't work if I've thought of him like that." Robin said. "Would it work if I said that I was there when Jake took Yngwie and I joined in? Turns out, he's very good with his hands." He replied.

That did the trick.

Robbin smashed their lips together harshly, keeping a tight hold on him. Warren moaned, thrusting his hips into his, making him feel how turned on he was. He open his mouth to give him permission.

He wasted no time in plunging his tongue into his mouth, exploring him. Warren did the same, moaning when he felt Robbin's hard on rub against his. He wrapped his legs around his waist.

Robbin trailed his attention to his neck and bit, suckled, and kissed at his neck. Warren tossed his head back voluntarily. "Just like that." He softly moaned, running his fingers through that blond hair that he loved.

Stephen leaned into Jake's kiss, their tongues engaging in a battle for dominance that he eventually lost. He put one of his legs around Jake's waist, making him smirk as he sat up, letting go of his wrist.

He undid his own pants and took out his hard cock. He smirked at the wide eyed look that Stephen gave him. "You get off this time. Keep running that mouth and you won't." He said. "Now, let me get my hands on the blond and you can do whatever you want with Warren as long as you don't start another fight or hurt him."

Without waiting for an answer, he moved near Robbin and Warren, gently unraveling his legs from Robbin's waist. "My turn, baby." Jake said, running a hand down Robbin's back. He pulled and pushed a surprised Robbin off of Warren and onto his back.

He pulled one of his legs to bend up, running his hand down his leg. He leaned down, lying on top of him. "I heard you wanted me to take your ass." He said, bluntly. "That was a long time ago." Robbin denied.

"If it was, you would've gotten rough with him when he talked about how good I am in bed." Jake pointed out. Robbin stayed silent. "You've come far. You're a good guitarist." Jake said.

He kissed him, removing his hand from his leg in case he wanted to stop. Robbin immediately put his hand back on his leg, returning the kiss. Robbin moaned into the kiss, his hands on Jake's back.

Warren looked at Stephen, who was quiet and looking over and watching Jake and Robbin, the jealousy more than present on his face. "You're taking him from me after this." He told him. "We're taking you too." Warren's words made Stephen's mouth drop open.

Warren ran his hand through his hair. "I'm not interested in a love triangle. I love Jake just as much as I love Robbin and you love Robbin. This is at least gonna be a polycule." He said.

He pressed his lips to Stephen's, waiting for his reaction. Stephen pushed him on his back and climbed into his lap. "You and Jake netter take us real good tonight." Stephen said.

Jake pulled back from the kiss. "Turn over." He commanded. He got off of him to make it easier on him. He did as he was told and laid on his stomach. Jake straddled his legs, his hands rubbing on his ass.

Robbin gasped and Jake squeezed through his pants before laying a smack on it that made Robbin yelp loudly. It made Stephen pull away from Warren. "What the hell are you doing to him?" He asked, eyes narrowed. "Just having some fun." Jake replied.

"He makes that noise again and you're a dead bat." Stephen warned. Jake sighed and got off of Robbin to her his hands on the annoyingly attractive idiot.

Warren shook his head and looked at Robbin, who was on his back now. "I think he likes your ass." He said, casually. He pushed his legs apart more and moved in-between them. "I'm taking you. He's going to be busy and Stephen has already taken one thing before I could."

He pressed his lips against his. Robbin pulled him closer, moaning into his mouth. Warren separated their lips long enough to rid Robbin of his shirt before he kissed and suckled at his neck.

Jake moved Stephen onto his back, ripping his already old shirt open. "I liked that shirt!" He protested. "You'll live." Jake said as he pulled Stephen's pants off his body, leaving him nude under him.

"Why are you beautiful?" He asked. Stephen smirked and pushed him on his back, climbing into his lap. "I'm Stephen Pearcy. Enough said about that." He said, leaning down and kissing him.

Warren sat up and started to pulled Robbin’s pants off, getting help along the way. Warren raised an eyebrow when he saw that Robbin was going commando.

“Beautiful.” He said, running his fingers down his long legs. “What was Stephen talking about when he said somebody told you something?” He asked.

“Someone told me that nobody would want me because of my size.” Robbin said. Jake, even in his intense make-out session with Stephen, heard him and wondered how stupid one man could possibly be.

He wanted to fuck Robbin. Whoever told him that was a dumbass.

“Fucking idiot clearly.” Warren said. Jake gave him a lube bottle. “Are you ready?” He asked Robbin. “Take me.” He said. Warren slipped off his own pants and underwear, opening the bottle and slicking himself up.

Robbin slid a pillow under himself, getting a look from Warren. "I've watched some things." He muttered, suddenly embarrassed. "You're too precious for this world." Warren said as he laid down fully on top of him.

Robbin calmed his nerves and braced himself before he let out a pained gasp when he felt Warren push inside of him. "Shit." He said, his hands clutching the sheets. "That hurts more than I thought it would."

“No shit, Robbin.” Stephen said, making Jake smack him on his thigh and Warren to glare at him. “Just saying.” He muttered. “Do us a big favor and stop talking.” Warren said. “You want to make me, Torch?” Stephen asked, his eyes having a certain look in them.

He was challenging Warren to shut him up.

“This is why I say the more you have a dick in your moth, the better.“ Jake said. He pushed Stephen off of him and made him turn around on his stomach. “This is the direct opposite of shutting me up, idiot.” Stephen said before he yelped at a smack to his ass.

“At least this mouth would be getting used for something a lot better than just bitching.” He said, msking Stephen sit on his knees as he got the lube bottle. Robbin rubbed at Warren's arms. "You can go in more." He said.

"Going to need to go in all the way to get you more used to it." Warren warned. "Okay." He said. Warren pressed his lips to his and pushed all the way in. He swallowed the loud cry that Robbin released, stilling himself to let him get used to it.

He heard a gasp and low moan and turned his head to see Jake thrusting in and out of Stephen at slow pace that he just knew would piss him off. He  briefly wondered if a part of Jake actually liked Stephen's bitchiness. They, him and Robbin, usually showed nothing more than annoyance for those moments.

But him and Robbin also knew that wasn't the only side to him.

"You can move." Robbin said, getting his attention. He nodded before lifting himself up slightly and pulling back slowly and pushing back in. Robbin's breath bitched and Warren took that as his cue to keep going.

He started at a slow pace, eliciting moans from Robbin. He changed the angle of his thrusts, looking for that spot. Robbin suddenly let out a loud moan, making Warren to smirk. "Fucking lucky-fuck." Stephen's complaint was cut off by a moaned curse.

"Don't hold back." Robbin said. "I can take it." Warren sped up his thrust, making sure he was hitting his spot with every thrust. He laid his body on him and held onto his waist. "Oh fuck. Just like that." Robbin moaned, clutching onto his back.

Stephen let out various muffled moans as he pushed himself back against Jake's slow thrusts. "You don't want me to hear those nice sounds?" Jake teased, holding onto his hips in a tight grip. "Fuck off." Stephen panted. "Guess I'll just have to make you let them out." Jake replied.

He began drilling into him, the sound of skin slapping against skin hanging in the air. He hit Stephen's spot dead-on. "Fuck! Right there!" He moaned out. "See? That's all I to do to get it out." Jake panted. "Shut up." Stephen said. He looked over at Robbin, who was withering on his back and had his head tossed back in pure pleasure, encouraging Warren to fuck him.

Lucky bastard got to take Robbin first.

“Oh my god. Fuck, Warren.” Robbin moaned out as Warren slammed into him. “I’m linking Jake’s ass if he doesn’t let you top.” Stephen snickered. “Good thing I actually do let him too then. Now shut up before I do something about the last first you’ve got.” Jake retorted.

“Hey! That part is mine!” Stephen protested. He somehow managed to get Jake to lie on his back as he straddled him. “And I’m snout real tired of you being in charge.” He then grabbed his cock and slid down on it.

Warren pressed his lips to Robbin’s, muffling his moans as he kept up his pace. “Are you getting close?” He asked, pulling away. Robbin nodded. “I’m getting there. Keep going.” He urged. Warren put his hands above his head and sat up slightly before snapping his hips into him.

“Fuck. You’re so good.” Robbin gasped, his head tossed back again. Warren kissed, bit, and suckled at his neck while Robbin wrapped a leg around his waist and let out various cries and moans of pleasure.

“I’m close. Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He panted. Warren smashed his lips onto his again, his pace getting sloppy and he swallowed the loud moan that Robbin have him as he came all over himself.

Warren gave just a few more thrust before he came deep inside of him brfore he collapsed on top of him. He let go of his wrist and kissed him deeply. “Fuck, I love you.” He said, pulling away. “I live you too.” Robbin said. “That’s real sweet. Now go take a shower or something.” Stephen gasped as he moved up and down on Jake’s cock.

Robbin rolled his eyes and Warren slid out of him and got up. Robbin winced from how sore he was slightly. “I’m fine.” He assured Warren, seeing his concerned face. He picked him up, making him yelp, and walk into the shower.

“Don’t kill our frontman.” Robbin called back. “I’ll keep him around for this ass alone.” Jake said, smirking when Stephen slapped his chest slightly. Hajr held onto his waist, lifting up his hips to match up with Stephen’s pace. “H-holy shit. No wonder Warren was keeping you all to himself.” Stephen moaned.

“That’s a compliment.” Jake teased. “You’re lucky you have a good dick.” Stephen said. He leaned down and kissed him, keeping up his pace. Jake groaned into the kiss, moving his hands down to squeeze Stephen’s ass while he thrusted into him as fast as he could.

“Oh fuck!” Stephen cried out, breaking the kiss. “You’re so fucking good. Holy shit. Going to cum.” Jake panted as he kept up his movements. “Me too. Fuck.” He said. “Cum for me.” Stephen let out a loud whimper, sitting up and bouncing up and down on him.

“Oh my fucking god.” Stephen moaned. “I’m gonna cum.” He announced brfore he came over himself and Jake. Jake moaned and came inside of him, letting Stephen collapse on him.

Although as soon as Robbin was back in the bed with Warren, he immediately moved over to him and curled up against him. “Oh that’s nice.” Jake said, sarcastically before Warren pulled him against him and Robbin.

“I’m taking you next time.” Stephen said. “He can have your mouth.” Warren glared at him. “That’s not how that works.” He said. “I’m the frontman. I make the rules.” Stephen retorted. “I’m getting his mouth. Now shut the bell up.” Jake said.

Robbin and Warren rolled their eyes while Jake and Stephen got into a bickering match over who’s getting Robbin’s mouth.

“Suddenly Yngwie seems more preferable.” Warren muttered.

Chapter Text

Sykes glared venomously at Viv as he gulped down shot after shot of liquor, really far too much than what anybody needed. But then again, nobody could confuse Viv of not liking to party. The little spitfire very much enjoyed the sex and rock n doll part of ‘Sex, Drugs, and Rock N Roll’.

“You’re jealous.” Adrian said. “No the hell I’m not. Why would I and jealous of the tiny little leprechaun who likes to spread his legs to anyone who’ll fuck him?” Sykes asked. “He’s not like that.” Adrian defended. Sykes forgot the little soft spot Adrian had for Viv and not even just because he had stayed friends with him after their trysts had ended and Vai had been brought in to replace Viv.

He wasn’t even going to try and pretend the fact that David had to replace a guitarist for 3rd damm time wasn’t hilariously normal. He would’ve if he ever wanted to think about him again. Which he didn’t. “Maybe he or maybe he isn’t. He’s too close to my Cover.” Sykes said in a bitter tone.

No he didn’t care how messed up it was to on one hand never want to speak to someone again and on the other hand, want to maim someone for touching them. He was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of a very loud commotion. “Goddamnit.” Adrian said before he quickly got up and rushed to Viv.

He pulled the drunk and angry Irishman out of the bar and Sykes didn’t hesitate to follow them. Viv! What have I a said about trying to pick fights with men 20x bigger then you?!” Adrian chastised. “I’m 5’8 and I didn’t pick a fight! The bloody prick insulted David, called him a homophobic slur. So, I poured a drink on him.” Viv slurred.

“Damnit. Little shit msking it hard for me to get mad at him.” Sykes muttered. “You’re so pretty. Wanna be my bedmate for tonight?” Viv asked. “Sorry. I don’t do drunk brats.” He said. “Probably a good thing.” Viv groaned. “David’s gonna kill me for getting drunk and getting damn near maimed.” Adrian picked him up bridal style.

“This is comfy.” Viv muttered before he fell asleep. “Should Vai be notified that your ex fell asleep in your arms?” Sykes teased. “No because he’ll just advise me to bed him in a threesome because he thinks he’s cute.” He said with a laugh. “And you’re turning down a threesome why?” Sykes asked.

“I’m not sharing Vai with anyone.” Adrian said. “Besides, Viv isn’t my ex. Unless we’re counting friends with benefits that ended on good terms.”

Sykes probably would if he cared.

XXXXX

David froze as soon as he saw Sykes at his door. “John.” He said. “What are you doing here?” He asked. “Your new plaything damn near got into a bar fight.” Sykes said, albeit looking down awkwardly. “Sykes! He’s not a plaything!” Adrian called out. He got Viv out of the backseat of his car.

“Bloody hell! What happened to my Vivian?!” David asked, letting them inside. “He said someone insulted you and then he was drunk enough to pour a drink on them. He asked me to be his bedmate too.” Sykes said. “I’m trying to decide if I should congratulate you on bedding a brat.”

“He’s my friend and former bandmate. I’m not even sure where you got the idea that I’ve slept with him.” David lied. “I may have told him.” Adrian said. David looked like he was having the urge to smack him. “Thanks. I’m docking your pay for that.” He said. “I’ve had him. He’s also my friend so don’t say or do anything to upset him.”

“Are you-I’m being lectured for an Irish idiot and petulant brat with pride issues?!” Sykes asked. “Aren’t you from the UK?” Adrian asked. “Nobody asked you!” Sykes snapped at him. “Screw this and screw you David. I’m getting the hell out of here before I decide to do something real fucking stupid!”

“I don’t think you hsve the right to call Viv a brat.” David said. “Did you just-“ Sykes cut himself off. David just compared jim to Vivian fucking Campbell. “I was the best guitarist you fucking had!”

“I resent that.” Adrian chimed in. “I didn’t ask for my replacements opinion so fuck off back to your guitar partner!” Sykes retorted. “It’s not my goddamn fault that David fired you over a stupid fucking coup thsy you weren’t apart of! I did my job! Get over it!” He replied. Viv groaned from the couch as he woke up.

“What the hell is everyone yelling about?” He asked. “Viv.” David said, coming to his side. He crouched down to his level and made sure his head was on a pillow. “I told you not to drink too much, Mo Chara.” Viv gave him a middle finger in response. “Nobody’s going to mess with you but me.” Viv said. “Pretty is real jealous right now.”

David looked at Sykes, who had a jealously filled look on his face. “He’ll get over it. You need to go to sleep because you’re going to be dealing with a real bad hangover when you wake up.” David said. Adrian picked him up bridal style again. “This is comfy. You’re staying with me tonight, Adri.” Viv said. “Bye, Pretty! If I wake up to find out you fucked my David, you’re getting a shovel talk!”

David and Sykes watched Adrian give them a smirk before carrying Viv to his room. David looked mortified. “On a scale of 1-10, how deep are you and Viv?” Sykes asked. “Friend with benefits. He’s not looking for anybody to date right now and I’m still in love with a bratty blond.” David said.

“Good. I’m not sharing you. I’m taking back what’s mine.” Sykes said. He pushed David onto the couch and got in-between his legs. He pressed his lips against his, immediately feeling David respond to the kiss, his hands on his shoulders. Sykes allowed his tongue to explore his mouth, getting a moan from David.

Sykes broke away and trailed down to his neck where he bit, kissed, and suckled at his neck, making sure he left marks behind. He winced after a particularly hard bite. “I don’t think you have to bite me, John.” David said. “After seeing the way women and men look at you? I do. You’re mine.” He said, letting his possessiveness shine through.

“Did Viv actually offer to be his bedmate for the night?” David asked. “He’s drunk. He let it go when I said I don’t fuck drunk brats. He’ll have another bedmate before he knows it.” Sykes said. David became reminded of his fellow Englishmen in that band called Def Leppard. Viv bad just recently befriended them.

Viv talked about Joe Elliott a whole lot to him and somehow, David just knew that Viv and Joe would have something going on after this. “I think I’m gonna have to shovel talk the frontman from Def Leppard.” David said. “He’ll be fine.” Sykes said before he sat up. “Get up. I’d love you on that kitchen counter.”

He got up and pulled David up before pulling him to the kitchen. “What could you possibly have in mind.” David asked right before he backed him up against a counter amd made him turn around. “That explains that.” Sykes pushed his shirt up and David pulled it off.

He undid David’s pants and pushed them off of him. “The great David Coverdale went commando. Don’t tell me you were hoping to fuck the Irish brat.” Sykes teased. “More like a shower. I figured that Viv wouldn’t listen to me. He almost never does.” David said as he made him bend over the counter.

Sykes removed his pants and underwear before unbuttoning his shirt, opting to leave it on. He made David turn back around. “Get on your knees.” He said. David fid as he was told and dropped to his knees in front of him. “Should’ve had you do this before you had the chance to fire me.” Sykes said.

He couldn’t help the slightly bitter tone still present about it. David hugged him close to him. “I know I was wrong now, love. I’m sorry. I should’ve trusted you.” David said. “I’ll let uou know if I forgive you after this. Don’t look at me like that. I’m still making you mine. I’m not letting you to be anyone else but me.” He said.

David took his hard cock into his mouth and started bobbing his head back and forth. Sykes placed his band on his head, a moan leaving his lips. “I’ve missed this mouth.” He said. David grabbed the part that wasn’t in his mouth and pumped it. He picked up his pace, making sure his nose touched Sykes stomach each and overtime.

“Did you do this to Viv?” Sykes asked. Sykes slid out of his mouth so he could answer. “He let me use his mouth.” David said. “I’ve never let anyone get me the way I let you get me.” Sykes played with his hair, pushing his cock into his mouth again. He gripped some of his hair in a tight grip and made him stay still.

“I’m gonna resume that.” He said, pushing in and out of his mouth at a fast pace. David moaned, letting him fuck his face. “Fuck. It’s a shame that he didn’t get to do this but I’m glad he didn’t.” Sykes moaned. He made him bob his head in time with his thrust. He took him off of his cock and made him stand up.

He made him turn around again and bent him over the countertop. “Admit it. That was just because we don’t have lube right now.” David teased. “That and I wanted to feel that mouth again.” Sykes said, pushing inside of him. David let out a gasp, his mouth open as he gripped the edge of the counter.

“Careful, love. It’s been a long while.” David said. That made Sykes feel just a bit stupid. He had been so jealous of Viv that he hadn’t thought that David and Viv weren’t together or that David may not have given himself to anyone else. Which Sykes didn’t want. David was his, even if David could be utterly stupid when he wanted to be.

Nobody as allowed to have the love of his life. Nobody would ever tear him away from David again.

David gave a low moan when Sykes started giving him firm thrusts, letting him get used to it before he sped up. “Oh hell.” He gasped as he pushed back against him to match up with his thrusts. He let out a loud moan when Sykes hit his spot. “Harder, John.”

John gripped his hips in a tight grip as he went harder, slamming into him. “God. I’ve missed this so much.” He groaned. “Oh fuck! Yes! Right there!” David moaned. “There you go, love. Take it.” Sykes encouraged. He slid a hand to grope his ass before giving one of his globes a hard smack.

Sweat covered both of their bodies as the sound of skin slapping against skin sounded through the air along with their pleasured moans, gasps, grunts, and groans. “You’re so fucking good. Why the hell did I give this up?” David panted, letting go of the counter. He placed his hands on Sykes’ own, letting him do the work.

Sykes grabbed a handful of his hair, gripping it as he hammered in and out of him. “O-oh fuck! John!” David moaned. “I wanna see you-fuck-I wanna see you, love. Let me see you.” Sykes slid out of him and turned him to face him. David pulled him towards his room, closing the door behind him. He pushed him onto his bed and straddled his hips.

“I didn’t want to be uncomfortable.” He said, getting a laugh out of Sykes. He grabbed his lube and lubed him up before lining him up with his entrance. He slid himself down with a moan, taking him to the hilt. He placed his hands on Sykes chest and started bouncing up and down in his lap.

“Oh. Holy shit.” Sykes panted, gripping onto his hips tightly. David bit his lip as he let out a loud moan, tossing his head back. “Fuck. I love your cock so much.” He released various moans of John’s name, squeezing the sheets under Sykes as he rocked his hips back and forth. Sykes bent his knees and trusted up into him, making him loudly.

“Fuck! Yes! Fuck me,John!” David moaned as he impaled himself on his cock. “Fuck. You look so beautiful when you’re taking it.” Sykes moaned. He pulled him down to kiss him, confining to fuck him upwards ecen as he made David stay still. David let out a high pitched moan into the kiss before breaking it.

“Yes! Fuck that’s so good, baby. You’re going to make me cum.” David said. Sykes put his legs down and sat up brfore turning them over so he was on top, remaining inside of him. “You can’t be in control all the time, my control freak.” Sykes said before he started slamming inside of him.

“Fuck! Right there! John!” David cried out as his spot was repeatedly abused. “Fuck me, love. Just like that.” Sykes panted hard and held onto his hips in an iron tight grip, surely enough to leave bruises. David slid his hands down to his ass, trying to push him deeper in. Sykes moaned, his voice muffled by his place in the crook of David’s neck.

His pace got sloppy, indicating that he was close. “Are you close, love?” David asked. “So fucking close.” Sykes gasped. “Cum with me. John.” David urged, matching up with his movements. Sykes gave just a few more thrusts before he came inside of him, driving David over the edge with him with a moan as he came all over his own boy.

Sykes stopped his movements, holding onto him tightly and breathing hard. He didn’t even realize that he was shaking until he felt David’s rub his hair, keeping him close and calming him down.

“I forgive you.” He said, kissing his neck. He didn’t even bother to remove himself from his place inside of him. He chose to stay in his arms for as long as he could. “Never hurt me like that again.”

David pulled him up to kiss him deeply before he pulled away. “Never again, love. The band isn’t tearing us apart ever again. I won’t let it.” He promised. Somehow, Sykes believed him.

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Vivian pushed Joe against the wall of the loo as soon as the door closed behind him. They smashed their lips together into a heated kiss, tongues exploring the other's mouth. Viv moved his hands to cup Joe's ass through his tight jeans, making him moan in his mouth.

"We need to hurry. We don't have much time." Joe panted, pulling away and starting to undo Viv's pants. "Mo Chroi, I can pretty much make the time we have here." Viv said, starting to undo Joe's jeans. "You never did tell me what that means." Joe replied.

"Call it a secret. Now fuck me already before I change my mind." He said. Joe spun him around and bent him over the sink. He pushed his pants down, groaning when he saw the lack of underwear. "I wish I had my camera with me." He said, pushing his own jeans and underwear down. "I'm not letting you film-AHH!"

Joe laughed out-loud by the accidental loud scream Viv had given when he rammed into him. "You fucking prick! A little warning next time?!" He ranted, his hands holding onto the sink in a tightly. "Sorry, Vivian." He said, still laughing.

He held still to let Viv get used to the feeling, after all it wasn't often they didn't use any sort of lube. "You can move now." Viv said. Joe began with quick and fast thrusts. "Oh shit.” Viv moaned, pushing back against him. "I know. I'm big." He bragged, making Viv laugh, before he changed the direction of his thrust and hit Viv's spot.

"Right there! Right fucking there! Go faster." Viv rambled. Joe began to pound into him, holding his waist tightly and groaning loudly. "Always so tight." He said. He snapped his hips into Viv's ass, making the sound of skin slapping against skin ringing through the air.

Viv moaned loudly and held the sink tight, feeling his end coming. It was sooner than he would've liked but they were on a time limit. He dropped his head down to try and keep himself together even as Joe took him apart. Then he heard the bathroom door open.

Joe made sure Viv kept his head down, not wanting to be seen. He could survive getting caught fucking somebody in a bathroom, they'll just assume it was a groupie. But Viv would be mortified if he got caught like this. "Oh! I'm sorry! I just wanted to know where you were at." Steve said, a blush on his face.

Joe kept up his pace, putting his hand on Viv's mouth to muffle his sounds. "I'm fine, Steve. You can go." He said, grunting. He watched his pretty blond guitarist look down at his pants and shift uncomfortably. He gave him a nod before leaving. Joe smirked. Steve had been turned on.

He let Viv's head up as soon as Steve left. He let go out of his mouth and fucked him hard against the sink, making him cry out. He slid his hand to Viv's neglected cock and jerked it.

"Táim ag teacht!" Viv cried out, before he came in Joe's hand. Joe let out a loud moan at the sound of Viv's native language before he came inside of him. "Bloody hell, I love it when I make you speak Irish Gaelic." He said, kissing Viv's neck. "Which one was that who came in? I could barely concentrate on the voice." Viv asked.

Joe slid out of him, making him groan, and pulled his underwear and jeans up. "Steve. He just wanted to check on me." He said. He helped Viv to pull his pants up. "The blond you always stare at when you think nobody looks." Viv said, jealously just barely getting being kept from his voice.

But of course Joe noticed. "Do you always get jealous of who your lovers think about?" He asked. "Only the ones I've fucked." Viv said. "So, you're jealous that Coverdale went back to Sykes?" Joe smirked.

"You're annoying, you know that?" Viv asked as he pushed Joe out of the bathroom and followed him.

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Viv rolled his eyes as he walked into a fancy flat he shared with David and Sykes, hearing a familiar chant of Sykes name. He went to the kitchen and poured himself a huge glass of scotch and opened the door to their room and just stared at his old frontman that he’d slept with several times and his boyfriend.

"Seriously, Viv? You're killing the mood." Sykes said, pulling out of David. "Nothing I haven't seen or heard before, Sykes." He said, casually, drinking more of the scotch and giving the rest to David.

"How was dinner with your friends from Def Leppard?" David asked. "Fine. I got a quick run with Joe in the loo." He said, going to the bed and lying on it, uncaring that they were still naked or that David was covered in his own spunk.

"I don't need to know who in the band you started fucking, Viv." Sykes said, annoyed. "You've been saying that since you found out I was doing it with David." He retorted. “Stop it, Vivian." David sighed. He knew Sykes very much hated any reminders that David had been with another man after he left.

"He knows I'm joking. Besides, I give Vai and Adrian the same shit." Viv said. He let out a yelp when Sykes pulled his hair. "You haven't told him how you feel still, Mo Chara?" David asked. "Why would I do that? He wants his pretty blond guitarist. I'm just the friend that he fucks because he's hung up on Steve and I'm known for fucking frontmen." He said, a bit of self-deprecating humor thrown in.

"You've only been me and him, Viv." David pointed out. "Stop killing my jokes at myself, David." Viv said before he got up and left.

Joe had been wrong when he had jokingly asked if he'd been jealous when David broke it off to get back together with Sykes. Viv had encouraged him to go back to Sykes. He knew it pained David to be without him. They were friends.

He'd been jealous of Joe's attention going to Steve because he had grown feelings for Joe despite the thing between them starting out the way it was with David, only friends with benefits. Viv probably should tell him how he felt, but why should he? Nobody wanted him for something other than sex.

Groupies didn't, David would always be in love with Sykes (and they're far too adorable for him to even entertain things between him and David working out), Adrian broke it off with him when he found out Vai liked him the way he liked him (they're still friends). Any relationship he had that wasn't in his career had crashed and burned.

Joe didn't want him for anything aside from sex. He wanted his pretty blond guitarist that a part of him kinda hated like that.

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Viv often felt bad for having a single inch of hatred for Steve. He was one of the sweetest people he'd ever met and was a friend. He was a hell of s guitarist and songwriter and a part of Viv wanted to protect him.

Another part of him could see why Joe was hung up on him. He was beautiful and blond, apparently Joe's exact preference in lovers. He was sweet, smart, talented, and was the soul of Def Leppard.

Yet another part of him wanted to ravage him and make him wither and moan under him.

The biggest part of him was envious that he unknowingly got the attention from Joe that he wanted.

So, he hadn't minded when Steve walked in on Joe moaning his name as he rode his hard cock. The embarrassment was worth seeing the shocked and jealous face Steve had. The pretty blond wanted Joe and now, he felt the same way Viv did about Joe wanting Steve.

His brief enjoyment died when the look in his eyes shifted to hurt. That was also what Viv felt about Joe wanting Steve. He then felt like an asshole. It wasn’t Steve’s fault that he had Joe’s attention or that Viv had a low self esteem problem.

it hadn’t been worth it to see Steve hurt like that.

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Steve had been avoiding him since he’d seen Viv with Joe and Viv hated it. He also made it a choice to try and bring them together. Even if the idea of Joe breaking it off with him hurt his heart.

One week later, Viv found Steve in his room, writing in a notebook while his black cat, Riff, slept next to him on the bed. "She's going to get cat hair all over the bed." Viv said as he closed the door.

"She's my cat. She can be anywhere she wants." Steve said in a quiet voice. "What are you doing in here? Shouldn't you be with Joe?" The pain in his voice when he asked that showed. "I need to talk to you." He said.

"We don't need to talk." Steve denied, going back to ignoring him. No. Viv wasn’t about to let him do it this time. "Sorry about this, Riff." Viv said before he picked her off the bed and put her in the hallway. "You can't do that to her!" Steve protested. Riff hissed at him and left, probably to Phil's room. Apparently, she liked him the best besides Steve.

Damned demon cat.

"I can and I did. You're going to listen to me." He said. "Why the hell should I? You already took the man I love from me before I could even tell him!" Steve snapped. Viv pushed him back on the bed and leaned in close to his face, his body close to his.

"You're so blind that it bloody hurts. We're not together!" He said. “It’s just friends with benefits! Joe fucking wants you! Get the hell over yourself and go fuck him on that table in the studio or I swear that I actually will steal him!”

Steve stayed silent and Viv realized that the pretty blond under him was hard. "Huh. The pretty blond likes rough play." He smirked. It was admittedly, a tempting realization. Too bad he couldn’t do anything about it. He was then taken by surprise when Steve pushed him to claim his lips in a kiss.

Viv stayed still for a moment, knowing that he shouldn't be doing this. Joe would be so pissed at him. Unfortunately, his dick kinda just overrode any amount of common sense and he kissed him back eagerly. It led to him spreading Steve’s legs and fucking him hard.

He probably should've mentioned that Steve had fantastic legs because of how long they were.

He also probably should've locked the door because Joe ended up walking in on him just now pulling out of a spent and sweaty Steve, the obvious signs of what they’d done on his chest.

Goddamnit.

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"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Joe yelled at him when he had walked into his band's studio after Viv folllwed him. "You gotta be so damn loud?" Viv asked. He yelped when Joe threw his microphone at him.

"I can't fucking believe you! You knew how I felt about him and you still fucking did it!" He snapped at him. "Yeah no shit, Sherlock. You should be thanking me right now considering now I know he’ll be good in bed for you." He retorted.

Joe glared at him. "Okay, I went too far ehen I said that, I admit. But goddamnit, I got sick of seeing that sad look in his eyes whenever he sees us because he fucking saw you and me in bed together!" Viv snapped. He then smacked his own forehead when he realized the one thing he had forgotten.

Joe hadn't known Steve saw them.

“You bloody used him." He said. "What?" Viv asked, confused. "You bloody used him after you found out he liked me! You slept with him just because you could. You're fucking worst than I just thought you were! I think I see why Coverdale and Vandenberg didn't want you. The only thing you're good for is sex!"

Viv couldn't hold back the sharp slap to the face Joe's words caused him. Or the tears that fell from his eyes before he stormed out.

He hadn't seen the instant look of regret on Joe's face as soon as he saw Viv cry.

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"He's a bloody deadman." David said as he held Viv in his arms. Viv had come home with bloodshot eyes and had broke down again when he had seen David and rushed into his arms. David had already been angry to see his little Irish brat cry.

He had become even more angry to find out who had hurt his Vivian. Him and Vivian may not been together anymore but David would always care for him. Nobody was allowed to hurt him.

“David, don’t .” Sykes said as he took the still upset Viv in his own arms. It was amazing to think that not even that long ego, he almost hated Viv for touching David. “That little shit hurt my Viv. Why shouldn’t I?” He asked. “A murder charge? A broken band?” Sykes said. David looked at him before sighing.

“Fine. I won’t kill him.” He said just as there was knocking at the door. He opened it and had to back away because Steve was pulling Joe into the flat. “Do I have permission to kill him now?” David asked. “No!” Sykes said. He sighed again. “He owes you an apology.” Steve said to Viv.

“We’ll go. Give you some privacy.” Sykes said. David grabbed Joe by the back of his neck. “Hurt him again and I’m the one you have to deal with.” He threatened before he left after Sykes. “He’s bloody terrifying when mad.” Joe muttered. “How did you know that I lived here?” Viv asked. “I’ve always known, Vivian.” Joe said.

“Don’t call me that. You lost that right.” Viv said in a bitter tone. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean it.” Joe said. “You don’t say shit you don’t mean, remember?” Viv asked. “I did before I saw your pretty eyes cry and then Steve explained that he had come onto you first.” Joe admitted.

Steve smacked his forehead. “You actually thought I was only good for sex?” Viv asked, hurt in his voice. “Not all this damn time. Viv. You’re one of my best friends. I never would have called you that before when I wasn’t pissed off and stupidly thought you had used Steve.” He said. “I shouldn’t have said that in general. I’m fucking sorry that I ever hurt you like that.”

Viv stayed silent and Joe pulled him into his arms for a hug. Viv hugged him back, unable to ever resist Joe when he touched him even when it wasn’t sex. “I forgive you. Just never do it again.” He muttered. “Never.” Joe said in his ear.

“There’s something else too.” Steve said. “Can you just go back to being my adorable guitarist?” Joe asked. Steve just stared at him and he sighed. “Only for you.” He said. “I also figured out what Mo Chroi. It means My Heart. You love me. I kinda fell stupid now.”

“I learned Irish Gaelic years ago.” Steve said when Viv looked at him confused. “I want to know. Why didn’t you just tell me? all of this could’ve been prevented.” Joe said. “You wanted Steve and nobody ever wants me for something aside from sex. There wasn’t any point to telling you.” Viv said.

Joe smacked his forehead. “Me and you are bloody idiots. I wanted you too, Vivian.” Joe admitted. “You’re pretty fucking hard to not want.”

He then grabbed Viv and kissed him deeply Viv eyes went wide before he relaxed into it. Joe wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him close to him. “I wanted you and him. I didn’t think you wanted anything but sex so I didn’t say anything.” He said as he pulled away. “Steve. He’s-“ Viv was cut off.

“I’m all in.” Steve said before he pulled Viv close to him. “He’s Mo anam cara, my soulmate. You’re A mhuirnin, my darling.” He pulled Viv into a kiss.

When Sykes and David came home and David had went to their bedroom, Sykes went to check on Viv and found him curled up next to Joe, while Steve was holding onto his waist. All of their clothes were thrown on flor in different directions.

Sykes closed the door gently as to not wake them and returned to his room with David.

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1987:
Yngwie Malmsteen was the most fascinating man he’d ever met. That 6’3 man was filled with so much personality that people barely even scratched the surface with him. On one hand, he was one of the most arrogant men he’s ever met who had some serious control issues and temper.

On the other hand, he had the ability to be nice and even gentle. Albeit it was towards very few people. Those people being Norum and Joey. Norum because that was his best friend and the only person allowed to talk to Yngwie anyway he wanted and the other was just because Yngwie had deemed him to be good enough for Norum.

He also decided that Joey was too pretty to want to maim. Goran would agree that Joey was beautiful but his eyes were firmly on the bitchy guitarist with the very long legs and fantastic ass.

“You’ve gotta be shitting me.” Norum said, seeing the way that Goran continues to stare at Yngwie, who was just a little bit too busy flirting with Joey. Like he always did. Even if Joey was literally dating his best friend. This was one of the times that Goran questioned why he wanted Yngwie.

“What? I’m not doing anything.” Goran said. “You’re staring at Yngwie. Stop it.” Norum said. “Shouldn’t you be worried about Joey? Yngwie is literally undressing him with his pretty eyes.” Goran retorted. “He won’t dare to touch him.” Norum replied. Something told him that if Norum and Joey let him, Yngwie absolutely would be all over Joey.

“Shouldn’t you be less worried about me and more worried about Norum’s singer, Black Star?” Joey teased, looking at Yngwie. “He’s staring an awful lot at you.” Yngwie looked to see Goran in a conversation with Norum. “No he’s not.” Yngwie dismissed. “You trying to get away from me Ganska? Norum is a lucky man.”

Joey rolled his eyes. “How so?” He asked. “He’s lucky we didn’t meet first.” Yngwie said in his ear. He smirked when he saw Joey give a shudder. “You’re such a mess.” Joey said. “A very sexy mess. But, I’m afraid that you’d still not have a chance even if we did meet first.”

“Ouch. That’s a wound I might not recover from. Get Norum away from my future singer before I do something to you that’ll make him kick my ass.” Yngwie said, humor in his voice. Joey and Norum were some of the few people he ever let see this side to him.

Norum was his best friend and as much as him and Joey flirted with each other, they both knew it was nothing but play. Neither of them would do anything that would hurt Norum and Yngwie already had his eyes on someone.

1990:
Goran pushed Yngwie against the wall of his studio, claiming his lips in a possessive kiss. Yngwie held him close to his body his shirt, sliding his tongue into his mouth. Goran tore the few buttons he had on his shirt open, not even close to worried about the bitch fit that Yngwie would give later on.

He couldn’t care less about that. All he cared for right now was proving to Yngwie who he belonged to after seeing how particularly close to Joey and Yngwie had been. Sure, he knew deep down that they were just friends and that Joey adored Norum but Yhgwie had been his for a year now.

Thus he was going to take his jealousy out on him. Yngwie wasn’t one to judge anyway. He was just as possessive of his strays, cars, Joey, Norum, Goran, and his band. Yngwie pulled back, his eyes dark with lust and his breathing heavy. Goran pulled his head back using his hair.

He attacked his neck with bites and nips, letting his other hand travel from his waist to his ass, squeezing it firmly. Yhgwie gasped, undoing his pants and pushing them down enough to free his hard cock. He wrapped his fist around his length and pumped it.

“Fuck.” Goran groaned, pushing his hips into Yngwie’s fist before he had him turn around so that his back was to him. He pressed his body up against his, letting his hands roam his body. “Surprised you haven’t made me get on my knees yet.” Yngwie said, relaxing into his hold. “There’s always next time for me to do that.” Goran replied.

He then pushed Yngwie’s leather pants down to his knees. He began grinding his cock up against his ass, earning a little moan from him. Yngwie gasped when he felt a firm slap to his ass. “One of the best moments of my life was when you let me make this sweet ass mine.” Goran said. He groped Yngwie all over before making him bend over slightly.

Goran lined himself up before he pushed of him to the hilt. Yngwie let out a pained gasp at being taken dry. It was exactly the way he liked it when he wanted it especially rough. Goran stayed still to let him get adjusted and then when he got the go ahead, he started going in hard and fast.

Yngwie groaned and moaned at every thrust that Goran gave, pushing his body back to match his movements. “Fuck. Oh fuck! Right there!” Yngwie urged as his prostate was hit. Goran aimed for that spot, abusing it with his thrusts. Yngwie moaned as his spot was hit continually. “Fuck me, Goran. Don’t you hold back on me.” He demanded.

Goran sped up his thrusts, snapping hid hips against him. “Going to need to start fucking you more, Ny Naestro.” Goran panted. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air along with their sounds. Yngwie’s sounds sounded good to Goran’s ears. “I’m 27. I’m not a new maestro.” Yngwie said.

Goran bent him over more, making him have to hold onto the wall, before he fucked into him at a brutal pace, moaning when he saw Yngwie’s ass move from the pounding. “Ahh! Fuck, Goran! Fuck me just like that.” Yngwie cried out. Goran gripped onto his waist with a tight grip. “On second thought, I don’t need to fuck you more.” He groaned. “Jag älskar hur tajt den här rövknölen är och när den rör sig från att jag bankar dig.”

He made Yngwie stand up straighter again, putting one of his hands around his neck and giving it just enough pressure to please him but not enough to harm him. He put the other hand on his shoulder. “Knäck dig på mig, älskling. Få oss att sperma.” He said, stilling his hips. Yngwie immediately began pushing back against him as hard as he could.

“Vilken bra kuk du har.” Yngwie praised. “It’s mine too. Isn’t it, Goran?” Goran grunted as he squeezed his throat just a bit tighter. “It’s yours, love.” Goran said. “Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up.” He released his shoulder before he wrapped his hand over Yngwie’s cock.

He kept his hand on his throat as he started up his brutal pace again. Yngwie screamed, making sure it was muffled. “Oh fuck! Shit! I’m so fucking close.” He said. “Cum for me, love. Prove to me who you belong to.” Goran urged. “Fuck! I belong to you, Goran. Fuck, I love you.” Yngwie moaned.

Goran gasped, hearing those 3 words that Yngwie had never told him. He had told him plenty that he loved him but Yngwie wouldn’t say them back. Goran understood that. He had known Yngwie wasn’t the most loving person ever. He could be loving but him as a person wasn’t loving.

Goran tightened his hold on him as his words made him cum deep inside of him. He kept on pumping Yngwie until he felt him cum in his hand. He let go of his throat and made his Yngwie stand up straight. Goran wrapped his waist, uncaring about the spunk on his hand. “First time you ever said that, love.” He said in his ear.

“Don’t expect to hear it a lot.” Yngwie said. He could hear the fondness in his voice. “I do love you though. Congratulations. You’re one of the few people I care about now with John and Joey.” He laughed into his neck. That’s the Yngwie Malmsteen that Goran has damn near always known and loved.

The arrogant temperamental guitarist who would probably drive him away from the band one day as much as he would be gentle and loving when he wanted to.

But Goran just knew that nothing could drive him away from Yngwie completely. “I love you too.” He said in his ear.

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Adrian held the other man sitting on top of him, his legs on both sides of him. His hands moved from his lower back to grope his ass, msking Bruce pull away from his lips with a soft gasp.

“Insatiable bugger.” He muttered. “You like me being insatiable, love.” Adrian said. He tilted Bruce’s head back and kissed and licked at his neck.

He wished that he could mark him, show the world who Bruce belonged to, but he knew that Bruce would probably skin him alive or more accurately, yell in his ear until he ended up going deaf if he did.

Bruce wanted them to be a secret, from both the fans and their bandmates. Neither of them knew how they would react to news of them being together.

Bruce groaned, grinding against him. Adrian pushed Bruce’s shirt up and he pulled it off for him, throwing it to the floor. Adrian took off his own shirt and Bruce undid the button on his pants. Adrian turned them over so that he was on top. “How long do we have before we have to go to rehearsals?” He asked.

“30 minutes.” Bruce said, holding him close to him. “More than long enough for right now but not nearly long enough for what I wanted to do to you.” Adrian muttered, going back to undressing his frontman.

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Steve questioned if Bruce and Adrian were trying to keep their thing a secret. They were so obvious that himself, Dave, and Nicko had figured it out a long time ago and just never told them because they knew they wanted to keep it a secret.

It became an unspoken agreement between them to be careful about what was said when they were around anyone not already in the band. Dave and Nicki’s reasoning was that they didn’t want to see their mates get dragged through the mud. Dave especially didn’t want to see Adrian get hurt.

Steve’s reasoning was his own feelings for Bruce that he had been dealing with ever since he had joined them in 1981. He’d been in love with him ever since and had wanted to reveal his feelings for him. Not because he thought that Bruce reciprocated them. He had assumed that Bruce was straight.

He didn’t want to end up regretting not ever telling him and telling him could help him to get over those feelings. By the time that he had made up his mind to tell him, he had found out about Bruce and Adrian after he’d walked into a loo to find Adrian holding Bruce against the wall.

Both of them had been naked and Bruce had his head thrown back in pleasure as Adrian was grinding against him. The sight had left him with confused feelings of heartbreak and lust. Heartbreak that Bruce was not only into men but was already taken.

He could’ve revealed his feelings for him at any point and even if Bruce didn’t feel the same for him, he would’ve at least known at that point that he wasn’t strictly into women. The lust he’d felt was for not only Bruce but Adrian as well.

Bruce being taken had hurt him but he loved him enough that he was willing to let himself suffer in silence and keep Bruce’s thing with Adrian as much of a secret as he wanted it to be.

He hadn’t bothered to think that Bruce felt the same for him.

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“He is very obvious.” Adrian said as he held Bruce against his body one night. He was laying on his back, Bruce next to him and his head in the crook of his neck. “Who?” Bruce asked, confused. “Steve. He stares at you.” He said. “A lot. Pretty sure I’ve caught him staring at your arse.”

Bruce sat up, looking at him. His eyes were wide. “You look like a fish, love.” Adrian teased. “Shut up. I’m trying to comprehend Arry possibly wanting me.” Bruce chastised. “That bloody idiot! I could’ve had both of my boys in my bed!” Adrian snickered and sat up, pulling him close to his body again.

“You’re funny when you’re pissed.” He said, kissing his head. “How do you want to bring him into this if he wants to join? He deserves to know that you reciprocate his feelings.” Bruce relaxed into his hold. “I don’t know. I didn’t think I’d have to even think about that. I was sure that he was straight.” He replied.

“I can do it. I don’t mind. Just like I didn’t mind accepting that I would have to share my place in your heart with Arry.” Adrian offered. “Are you sure?” Bruce asked. Adrian laid another kiss on his head. “I’m sure.”

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Bruce found himself pinned to the bed by Steve the moment he saw him in the hotel room that Bruce and Adrian shared. His legs were open with Steve in-between them and his hands were held on the side of his head. Bruce moaned into the feverish kiss that he planted on him. “Arry! I didn’t say to jump his bones! He’s shorter than us!” Adrian said.

Bruce pulled away from the kiss. “I’m only 5’6, you bloody prick!” He snapped at him. It only made Adrian smirk at him. Bruce was so easy to target with height jones because he was indeed short and he always reacted to it with anger that Adrian found far too funny or adorable to want to stop most of the time.

“You do realize 5’6 is short for a man, right?” He teased. Bruce gave him a death glare in response brfore he lips was captured in a kiss by Steve again. He slid his hands from Bruce’s wrist to his sides, feeling Bruce rub st his back as he reigned the feverish kiss.

He pulled back after a while, breathing hard as he stared at him with darkened eyes. “We should’ve did this a time ago.” He said. Bruce rubbed at his chest. “I thought you were only into women. You should’ve just told me, you bloody fool. I could’ve had you and Adrian in my bed every single night.” Bruce replied.

Steve rolled his eyes and sat up. “You’re very much lucky that your bitchiness is attractive even if it’s also annoying.” He said before he removed his shirt. He got up from the bed only for a minute to remove his pants before he climbed back on the bed. “You’re going to be a good one.” Bruce said.

Adrian helped him to remove his clothes and pulled Bruce into his lap. “He can finish you off. Right now, you’re mine.” He said. Adrian slipped his own pants off brfore focusing on his shirt. Steve got behind Bruce and ran his hands all over him, letting one grope his ass tightly before smacking it. “Such a fantastic arse.” He said.

He caught the lube bottle that Adrian tossed to him and slicked his cock up, getting a low moan from Adrian. “Don’t let him cum. I want him to cum when he’s with me.” Steve said. “You’re an asshole.” Bruce mumbled. “Yeah but I’m your asshole, love.” He replied in his ear. Bruce shuddered and Adrian lifted him up.

Steve lined him up with Bruce’s entrance and Adrian dropped Jim’s lover down on him. Bruce gasped, feeling Adrian immediately go in deep inside of him. “Bloody hell. Can’t ever get tired of this.” He moaned. Bruce placed his hands on the bed next to Adrian’s head, lifting himself up and down. “Oh hell.” Adrian panted, holding his hips in a tight grip as he heard the wet sounds of him sliding in and out of Bruce.

Bruce began riding him fast, moving back and forth as he dug his nails into the sheets. “Fucking christ.” He cursed, his voice laced with a moan. Adrian grunted as he helped him to ride him, bending his knees to plant his feet on the band. He helped him slide up and down on his shaft, msking both of them let out pleasured moans.

Bruce sat himself up and planted his hands on his chest, bouncing himself up and down as Adrian thrusted upwards into him. “That’s such s hot sight.” Steve panted, pumping his cock in his hand. Bruce let out a muffled whimper, almost gripping Adrian’s chest in a tight gripping. “Feels so fucking good, love.” Bruce moaned.

Adrian gestured Steve towards him and took his cock in his mouth. He bobbed his head on him, earning him a moan from Steve. “Such a good mouth. Can’t wait until I can use your mouth the way I want to, Bruce.” He said. He thrusted his hips back and forth, letting his cock go in and out of Adrian’s mouth. Adrian moaned, his hands msking Bruce slam down on his cock.

“Oh fuck! Yes!” Bruce cried out, removing his hands from his chest. “Oh fuck me, Adrian! Just like that!” Bruce another whimper as his spot was hit over and over again. Steve took a hold of Bruce’s cock, preventing him from cumming when he was sure that Adrian was close. He was right as a few thrusts later, he let out a low moan as he deep came inside of Bruce.

Steve removed himself from Adrian’s mouth and pulled Bruce off of him. “You can rest now, H.” Steve said. “I have my Air Raid Siren to focus on.” Adrian nodded and ran his hand through Bruce’s hair. “Love you.” He said. “I love you too.” Bruce replied before he turned his attention to Steve.

“He’s about to fall asleep because that’s how he is after sex. You wake him up and I’m kicking you in your balls.” He said. He yelped as Steve picked him up from the bed. “I’ve got a good place to take you. Come on, love. We’ll be back in here with you, H.” He said before walking into the bathroom.

He closed it after he put Bruce down. “He can sleep through a hurricane. We can be as loud as we want in here. Probably.” He said. He turned the shower on and let Bruce go in first before he joined him. He wrapped his arms around Bruce from behind the minute he was in, rubbing at him and kissing at his neck.

Bruce made sure the water hit them both without drowning neither of them before he was backed against the shower wall. Steve claimed his lips again in a feverish kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of his mouth as Bruce clung to him.

He rolled their hips together and they both moaned. Steve repeated this motion over and over again, swallowing Bruce’s moans at the contact. “God.” Bruce said, breaking the kiss. “Fuck me, Steve.” Steve stepped back slightly and made Bruce turn around. Bruce placed his hands on the wall in front of him as Steve started groping and rubbing at his ass.

He spat on his hand and used it to lubricant himself before he sheathed himself inside of him in one go. Bruce gave him a high pitched moan that got louder as Steve fucked in and out of him at a fast pace. “Oh f-fuck. Steve.” He gasped, pushing himself back against him. “I’ve got you, love.” Steve said in his ear.

He then grabbed ahold of his waist and began slamming himself in and out of him as hard as he could. “Fuck! Just like that! Shit!” Bruce moaned, the sound of Steve snapping his hips against him ringing through the air. Steve groaned and pushed him back to meet his thrust. He changed his angle of thrusting, smiling in self-satisfaction as he heard Bruce cry out.

Bruce clung to the wall for dear life, letting his cries rang out in the air at the brutal way that Steve continuously hit his prostate. “We should’ve been did this.” He panted. “You’re so fucking good at this.” Steve smirked and grabbed his arms, making them go behind his back. Bruce let out another loud cry, his wet hair falling into his face.

“Oh god yes! Fuck me! Make me cum, Arry!” He urged. Steve let go of his arms, pulling Bruce away from the wall. He hammered in and out of him, panting as he saw that his length was covered with Adrian’s cream. “He gave you a good one, love. It’s all over me.” He said. Bruce laid his hands on top of his, pushing back to meet his thrusts as much as he could.

“Gonna fill me up, Arry?” He asked. “Fuck yes.” Steve grunted, feeling his end getting closer to him. He moved his hand to Bruce’s cock and pumped it rapidly, trying to get him to cum brfore him. “Cum for me, baby. Fuck, I love you.” He whispered in his ear. Bruce let put a loud moan. “Arry!” He cried out as he came in his hand.

Steve moaned as he gave one more thrust before he pulled out and jerked himself off to completion. He held Bruce close as he came all over his backside. Afterwards, he pulled Bruce close to him and washed them both off. Bruce turned around and put his hands on his shoulders.

“I love you too.” He said before kissing him, enjoying the moment witb his bassist.

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Essey stirred in her sleep when she felt an arm pull her closer to a warm body before she felt a pair of lips kiss her cheek. "I'm determined to wake you up." He said. "I'm determined to ignore you." She replied. She could practically feel the smirk on his face when he began to push her nightgown up her legs.

He made it to her inner thighs and went to slip his hand in her panties. "Still not working?" He asked. "Nope." She lied. It was very much working. He put his hand down her panties and began to rub a finger on her clit. She gave him a low moan and he pulled his hand out and slid her panties off. "Still not working?" He asked again.

When she shook her head, he rolled his eyes. "Stubborn woman." He muttered. He slid his pants off slightly and spread her legs before getting on top of her. "Okay! It worked!" She said with a laugh. "Now you want to work with me?" He asked, chuckling into her neck. "I like my chances of getting laid. Sue me." She said.

"You're insatiable." He said, suckling on her neck. "Don't leave marks." She reminded. He responded by lining himself up and slamming into her, making her gasp loudly. "No marks doesn't mean no warning!"

"I'm sorry, what? I kinda stopped listening to your nagging a while ago." He said as he began to thrust inside of her. "You're lucky you have a nice size." She said with a moan.

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"Where is George and the others?" She asked, lying on his chest. "Somewhere. Don't know. Don't care." Don dismissed. "Real charming. Why do I like you again?" She asked. "I have a nice dick size and you apparently like 'moody asaholes' as you like to call me." He replied.

"That can't be it. Even a nice size and great fuck can't make an annoying man worth being around. I think I just like you for some stupid reason." She teased. She laughed when he ran his fingers on her side, knowing she was ticklish there. She crawled onto his lap and straddled him.

"I love you." He muttered, hands on her hips. "Love you too, Don." She said before leaning down and kissing him.

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She really hadn't planned on beginning a sex turned actual relationship with her brother, George, frontman and biggest enemy in the band.

Okay granted she had tried to hide how much mental undressing she would give him because no woman with any sort of working hormonal system could resist that.

Her and Don relationship went from casual flirting when George wasn't around to casual sex when he wasn't around to an actual relationship that they chose to keep a secret after they caught feelings.

It hadn't been smooth sailing. Don had his insecurities and she had her own past toxic relationship to get over. But when they had gotten past those things, they had made love in an upscale hotel away from everyone, letting their own baggage go.

It had been blissful. 10x more blissful than when they had to sneak back home just to have time together.

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"You're finally up, woman? The hell you were sleeping in for?" George asked. "Normal people don't want to stay up all night and party like animals all the time, Lynch." Don said. "Nobody asked you, frontman." George retorted. "I swear if you two idiots start, I'm smacking both of you." Robbin said.

"Don't you have a boyfriend to go ride?" Don asked. "I'm 6'5. I can't ride him without my legs getting uncomfortable as shit." Ribbon pointed out. "The joys of having long legs. I feel bad for Stephen now." George said.

"Don't feel bad for me. His legs look beautiful on my shoulders." Stephen said, having heard the conversation. Robbin groaned and laid his head on the table when George not so subtly stared at his legs. "They can do that? Is Warren single?" He asked.

"Touch him and you're a deadman, Lynch." Robbin said with narrowed eyes. "Aw. I'd take good care of him. Pretty boy like that deserves it." Lunch said. "First, ew. I didn't need to hear that. Second, Robbin isn't going to let you have his surrogate little brother." Essey said.

"More like I don't trust Warren to not give into his shit." Robbin muttered.

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"This is a terrible idea." Essey said from the bed. Stephen, Robbin, and George had went to a bar, leaving them alone. "You can always say no. I won't force you to make it." Don assured. "Oh no. I'm doing this. I just think it's a terrible idea." Essey dismissed.

She gave him the camera. "Hold it for me?" She asked as she straddled his hips. "Sure." He said, taking it and recording it. He turned the camera downwards. She lined him up and lowered yigdzslf down with a low moan. "Fuck you're so good." She whispered, putting her hands on his midsection.

She lifted herself up and down on him, slowly going at a faster rate. "Fuck." He gasped, putting the one not holding the camera on her waist. He could see her moving through his camera. He panned it up slightly so it could see her breast that moved with every movement she made. "That's it, baby, Take what you want." He moaned.

Essey moaned and removed her hands from his midsection and placed them on her hips, placing her hand on his, as she bounced on him. "Oh fuck! I could never give this up." She whimpered as she kept her movements going. He started making his hips meet with her every month.

"I'm close." Don groaned. "Fuck, Don! Me too! Me too! Ahh! Cum with me!" Essey cried out as she came. Her orgasm sent him on the edge and he emptied himself inside of her. He quickly shut off and put the camera aside so he could catch her when she collapsed. She leaned down and kissed him, smiling when she felt his hand's in her hair.

She rolled off of him and curled up close to him. "What time will they be back?" He asked. "Knowing George, not until late at night. Even later if Stephen and Robbin don't fuck in a bathroom." She said with s laugh. "I just felt the urge to take a shower because Christ I hate the idea of sex in a public bathroom." Don said as he sat up.

He looked over at Essey. "Join me?" He asked. She nodded and went to the bathroom to draw them a bath. "Hate to see her ego, but love to watch her leave." He said to himself with a fond smile.

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Essey was bent over the toilet of her bathroom, throwing up for the millionth time it felt like since last month. She heard someone gag before they pulled her hair out of her face as she threw up again. "You okay, Essey?" Robbin asked, concerned.

"I'm fine." She said, before flushing the toilet. "Damnit. Can't even go one morning without this." She cursed. "How long has this been going on?" He asked. "Since late last month." She said. "Were you with anyone?" She looked at him before nodding her head.

She knew what he was getting at. The last time her and Don had sex, he had finished inside of her. "Fuck. Shit shit shit shit shit." She cursed, running her hands through her hair. "Stay calm." He soothed. "Stay calm?! I might b fucking pregnant, Robbin!" She snapped at him.

Eobbin suddenly remembered the one thing you never tell a pissed off woman is to calm down.

"Shit. Oh god. George would kill him. What if he leaves me because he doesn't want it?" She asked, both in fear of George's reaction and Don leaving her. "Who exactly was it?" Robbin asked. "Don." She said.

Robbin's jaw dropped.

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Robbin tried his damnest to hide test he had with him when he came home from, he really did. "Robbin, why do you have a pregnancy test?" Stephen asked confused. He jumped before calming down when he realized it was Stephen. "It's for Essey." He said.

Stephen's eyes went wide before he grabbed the test and Robbin and pulled him into her room. “You’re pregnant?!” He asked in a low voice. "Are you fucking kidding me right now, Robbin? I know you're 6'5 but you can't fucking sneak?!" She asked, annoyed.

“Hey! It was awkward enough trying to pay for this with a cashier looking at me like I'm a fucking weirdo!" He said. "That's probably because you went in there looking prettier than any woman and is tall as fuck, King." Stephen said.

“He found me pretty? Why does that feel nice?" He asked. "I don't know but never do that again so I don't have to kick the ass of somebody for touching you." Stephen said.

"Less flirting, more helping!" She snapped. "Oh right. Who the fuck were you with? You don't do one night stands, that I know as much as I know Don's the only one usually here...oh."  Stephen said in realization. "You got dicked down by Don? You lucky bitch!"

"First, never say that in front of me again. Second, don’t call a woman a bitch even if she allows it. Third, quiet down!" Ribbon said. "Babe, it's Don Dokken. I've straight up thought about taking his ass alone." Stephen said.

Essey smacked her forehead, wondering why men were so stupid. Literally even a kid could tell him that wasn’t a thing to say with your boyfriend in the same damn room. Her point was proven as Robbin stared at him for a few minutes with a hurt expression before storming out of the room.

"Damnit!" Stephen cursed as he left. Essey groaned, laying back on her bed. God her brother had stupid friends.

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"Leave me the fuck alone, Stephen!" Robbin shouted behind his room door. "You do realize I can bust this down right?" He asked. "Fuck off!" He snapped. "Damnit, Robbin! It was a stupid comment! You know damn well I'd never fuck you over like that!" Stephen said.

The door was unlocked and he came in and closed it. He yelped when he was grabbed by Robbin and thrown on the bed, who got on top of him so his legs were on either side of Robbin’s hips, and kissed him roughly. He gripped his hair tightly.

Stephen moaned and pulled Robbin's hair in return. He pulled away from the kiss to look at him. "Fuck you're beautiful. Could never want anyone else when I wake up next to this every day." He said. "Sure sounded like you want Don." Robbin muttered in a jealous and bitter tone as he kissed Stephen's neck.

"Thoughts ain't the same thing as doing. I wouldn't touch him. Essey has him and I've got the man I've wanted for years." Stephen said before kissing him. "Would never want anyone but my King. But I like ehere this is going so how about you remind me who I belong to?"

Robbin didn't hesitate to kiss him again and began tearing his clothes off.

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Essey looked at the test in her hands. "Damnit. He's going to kill me." She cursed. George was overprotective as hell and he would be pissed to find out his little sister started messing with his frontman and enemy. That age difference alone would piss him off.

Even if he didn’t have any right to after the lusting he’s done over Warren.

She decided to put the test on Don's bed and leave it there before she went to sleep, wanting to forget about everything.

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Don walked into Essey's room and sat on the bed. He pulled her covers down until he saw her stomach. He touched her lightly, as if to wake her. She opened her eyes and looked at him. "You're pregnant." He said. At the nod she gave him, he leaned down and kissed her.

"Are you keeping it?" He asked, pulling away. She nodded. "I don't do abortion unless it's what I'm forced to do and I can't put them up for adoption knowing what you went though in the system." She said. "We have to tell him sooner or later." Don said.

"I will. Just not right now. Just hold me." She said. He obliged and laid on the bed and held her. "It'll be alright. I'll stay with you until he gets home." He assured. Essey smiled at him and nodded.

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"George, stop staring at Warren!" Robbin chastised. "Robbin, let the pretty guitarist grow up. He's fucking 24." George said. "First, Essey is 21 and you still act like she’s 12. Second, stop worrying about Warren for 15 fucking minutes and help me with this fucking album!" Don snapped.

"Big difference between my sister and the man I want to see in my bed, dumbass." George said. "No there isn't. You're just a big ass hypocrite. Now shut the hell up and help before I hit you over the head with that skull guitar od yours!" Don threatened.

Warren sat and watched them argue, not even laying attention to their argument with his walkman in his ears and his head relaxed in Robbin's lap. "Do you always have to listen to this?" He asked, pulling the headset down. "Yep. You get used to it." Robbin said.

"I want George." He said. Robbin froze. He then groaned. "I'm going to have to kill him." He muttered to himself as Warren pulled his headphones back on.

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George pushed Warren against the wall and kissed him. They explored each other's mouth with their tongues before George pulled one of his legs around his waist. "Fuck these long ass legs." He panted.

He began to fumble with Warren's leather pants and his own. After that, he had Warren jump and wrap his other leg around him as he held him against the wall. "You're mine after this." He said.

"Robbin's gonna be pissed." Warren said right before he let out a loud moan at the feeling of George breaching him. "Holy shit that's big."

“I know. As for Robbin, right now I'm very much not worried about him. Gonna fuck you hard enough that you can't walk for an entire day."

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Don groaned as he thrusted his hips into her warm mouth, making sure she breathed through her nose. He held her head still as he fucked her mouth. "That's it. Just like that." He moaned. He let go with one hand to grab his camera and turned it on.

Essey took it upon herself to revive her moves. She bobbed her up back and forth, making sure to use her tongue. "Oh shit. He panted. "She pulled off his shaft to look at him. "You can take me you know. It won't hurt the baby." She said.

"I know. I have an idea. Lay back for me." He said. She laid back and spread her legs. He got in-between them and lined himself up. "Hold this for me." He said. She did so and let out a low moan when she felt him enter her. He set himself so he wasn't lying on her and began to move his hips.

She gasped and grabbed onto his hip with her other hand. "Don't even think in holding back too much." She commanded. He chuckled as he sped up his thrust. "Ahh!" Essey moaned, throwing her head. "Right there!" She panted.

He grabbed her hips and kept up his thrust, his breaths getting shorter by the minute, seeing the pleasured look on her face . "Fuck, I love you." He moaned, before he finally decided to just take her the way he usually would.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her down against his thrust, making her cry out. "That's it. Just like that!" She moaned. She held onto his hip while he fucked her, feeling herself getting closer. "Are you close?" He asked.

She nodded her head rapidly and he wrapped one of her legs around him before leaning himself a little bit more, keeping up his hard thrust. "Oh shit! That's it, Don! Fuck you're so void." She cried out. She moved her hand to the bedsheets and tried to match his thrust.

"In cumming." She announced a man later. "Me too. Fuck. Fun with me." He groaned. A few more theist later and they both reached their end with a cry of each other's names. He pulled out of her and started kissing her on her stomach.

She turned off the camera and sat up. She kissed him passionately as he laid next to her on the bed. "I love you too, my dream warrior." She whispered.

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It took them a while other week before shit hit the fan. And it all started because Don had finally managed to slip up.

"He's home, you idiot!" Essey laughed as he kissed at her neck. "He's not around right now and I want attention from my woman." Don said. He kissed her and moved her to straddle his hips.

She reached down and began to undo his pants, when they heard a loud voice. "Don, we don't need to see you with a groupie. It's called a bedroom!" George called out. She quickly went to Don's side. "He’s dead now." Stephen said.

"YOU'RE A FUCKING DEADMAN!" George yelled as he pulled Don roughly off the couch and punched him, causing him to fall back onto the couch and almost hit Essey. Robbin quickly pulled Essey from the couch so that she was away from the fighting. "You almost hit your fucking sister!” He said.

Don got off the couch and ran to her. "Are you okay?" He asked. She nodded, scared out of her mind. He grabbed her head and kissed her. George tried to come at him again only to be stopped by Robbin and Stephen. Warren stood on the sidelines watching, not wanting to get involved unless he had to.

"You fucking bastard! How dare you even fucking think about touching her! She's half your fucking age!" George snapped at him. "I'm 21, god-fucking-damnit! Stop treating me like I'm a fucking child!" She snapped. "And for your information, I was the one who came to him first, so leave him alone!"

"That's 13 fucking years!" He yelled back at her. "Don't fucking yell at her!" Don yelled. George tried to get at him again. "Let me the fuck go, Robbin!" He snapped at him.

"Would you shut the fuck up already?! You're such a fucking hypocrite. How many fucking times did Robbin tell you to stay away from Warren and what did you do? You fucking slept with him!" Stephen exclaimed.

"Difference between 21 and 24, dumbass!" George yelled. "It's 3 FUCKING YEARS!" He yelled back. George finally stopped trying to get at Don so Robbin let him go. He went over to Essey. "Come on, you and your kid don't need to see this." He said.

"Kid?" George asked, confused. He then glared at Don. "You fucking prick!" He yelled just before Stephen pulled him back, only to get backhanded across the face. "Warren, get her out of here." Ribbon said in a deadly tone. He did as he was told and took her out of the room.

"The only reason I'm not kicking your ass right now is because of her, but if you ever put your hands o him again, you're going to be the deadman." Robbin threatened, as he helped Stephen up. "Fuck he hits hard." He groaned, holding his face.

"You just couldn't stick to the groupies, did you? Oh no, you had to go and fuck my sister and get her pregnant! That's real fucking nice to know you hate me thsy damn much." George said, finally calming down.

"Your ego knows no bounds. I wouldn't be professing my love to a groupie and I sure as fuck wouldn't be having a kid with one! I love her!" Don yelled before he stormed out of the room.

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"The age difference isn't that big of a deal." Warren t told him. "Not my pretty guitarist too." He groaned. "It's not. We've got a 10 and they have a 13. We're only a few more years away. That's hypocritical." Warren said again.

"It ain't just that. It's the fact that she went for the biggest asshole in the hand who used to show off groupies after he was through with them." George said. "Do I need to call you a hypocrite again?" Warren asked. "I'd rather you didn't. Did I actually almost hit her?" He asked.

Warren nodded. "God-fucking-damnit!" He groaned. "I fucking hate apologizing. You owe me after this." He said. Warren straddled his hips.

"How about something for encouragement?" He offered.

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“I’m not apologizing for punching him.” George said. “This isn’t a good way to try and apologize for being a hypocritical prick.” Stephen said. “Fuck off, Stephen!” George snapped at him, msking him out his hands up in defense. Robbin sighed and shook his head.

“Anyway, let me just say again before our King’s idiot decided to open his big mouth, that I’m not apologizing for punching him but I will apologize for slapping Stephen, almost hitting you, and for slightly overreacting.” He said. “Slightly?!” Stephen asked before his mouth was covered up by Robbin. “Don’t. For the love of my entire life, don’t.” Robbin said.

“How much is that did Warren throw in for ideas?” Essey teased. “Most of it except the almost hitting you part.” George said. Essey shook her head and laughed. “You suck ass at apologies but you tried. I’ll give you that.” She said before hugging him.

George held her against him tightly. “If he hurts you, I’m gonna need to find a new band because he’ll be too dead to perform.” He said. “Any chances of my niece or nephew being named after me?”

“Dead. You have a terrible.” Essey replied. His reaction got a laugh out of her, Stephen, and Robbin. “The hell makes you think I'd hurt her?" Don asked from the doorway.

“Have you met yourself? Your ego is bigger than mine and that’s saying a lot.” George said. Don glared at him in return.

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Sav pushed Joe against the door of the hotel room they had just checked into, pressing his lips to Joe’s in a vigorous kiss filled with lust and longing. Joe groaned into the kiss and turned them around so that Sav was the one against the door. He tilted his head back and kissed at his neck.

Sav removed his leather jacket, letting it fall to the floor, pushing Joe’s open shirt to join it. Joe pulled back from his neck and pressed his forehead to his, panting. “I want you. I’ve been wanting you all day.” Sav muttered. Joe reconnected their lips, rapidly trying to undo both his and Sav’s pants.

Sav jumped to wrap his legs around his waist when Joe brought one of his legs up. He was pulled away from the door and laid him down on the bed. Joe kissed at his neck again, his hand running across his sides. “I hate being a secret from them. Especially when I’m sure Steve has a thing for Viv anyway.” Joe said.

“We agreed that it’s only for our careers, not because we don’t trust the boys.” Sav said. “It’s just until we’re stable in our careers to the point that it won’t screw us over big time, love.” Joe kissed at his chest and stomach as he moved down. “Then you’ll be marking me as your property because of women look at me.” He said.

He sat up to remove his pants, leaving him bare. “Bloody hell, you’re beautiful.” He said before making Sav sit up on the bed. “I’ll be marking you as mine too. You get too many admirers for me to not want to make it clear who you belong to.” Sav pulled him closer to him by his waist.

He let his hands run over and grope at Joe’s ass through those ridiculously tight jeans he loves to wear that did absolutely nothing to help Sav’s brain that had been attached to Joe ever since they met. It was impossible to keep from thinking about him. Worst, Joe could make a bloody sack look good.

Joe pushed his jeans down, stepping out of them. Sav wasn’t sure how he could even do that so easily. He grabbed Joe’s hard cock in his fist and slid his mouth down it. Joe gave a low moan and Sav stared up at him as he bobbed his head back and forth.

Sav kept his fist on the part that he couldn’t fit in his mouth. He used his tongue on the underside. “Oh hell.” Joe groaned. “Such a warm mouth.” Sav hummed, feeling Joe grab onto his head. He kept his other hand on his hip. Joe led his mouth on his cock, panting and groaning.

Sav pulled his mouth off and pumped him rapidly before he held it up. He licked at the underside. “Now you’re just being a tease.” Joe said, moving away from him. “Move up the bed a little bit more.”

Sav laid his head down on the pillow and Joe opened his legs wide before settling between them. Joe pushed deep inside of him, getting a gasp from Sav. “So big.” He said. Joe held himself up on his elbows and ran his fingers lightly through his hair. He moved in and out of him at a slow pace, kissing at Sav’s throat and earning a moan from Sav.

Sav released moans and pants. Joe started out slow before letting his pace get faster. “Just like that, love.” Sav urged, his hand on Joe’s back. Joe stopped kissing at his neck as he groaned. “So tight and hot for me.” He said. Sav gasped as he felt Joe hit his spot. “Right there. Harder.” He said.

Joe went harder with his thrusts. “Yes! Right there!” Sav moaned out as his spot was hit over and over again. “Fuck.” Joe gasped, his voice muffled. Sav clutched to his shoulders as he gripped his waist. He let out multiple loud gasps at every sharp thrusts, his eyes closed.

Sav felt his legs being pushed up more as Joe began snapping his hips into him. Sav’s eyes went wide. “Oh fuck! Joseph! Yes!” He cried out. “That’s it, love.” Joe said, his voice strained. “Say my name.” Sav wrapped his legs around him. “Always fuck me so good.” He moaned.

Sav moaned and panted with every snap of Joe’s hips. He could hear his skin slapping against his slightly. He could feel his orgasm fast approaching. “Let me on top.” Sav said. Joe kept his hold on him as they turned over so that Sav was on top.

He placed his hands on Joe’s chest as he rode him, moving his hips and up. “Oh hell.” He said with a laugh. “I could get used this.” Joe lifted his hips up to meet him, his hands tight on Sav’s hips. Sav placed his hands on Joe’s, tossing his head back in pleasure as he bounced up and down.

“Would you kick my ass if I make a Let’s Get Rocked reference?” Joe asked. “Do it and I swear that I’ll never let-oh god-fuck me ever again.” Sav said. Joe made him bend down close to him, making him have to move his hips back and forth.

“Oh fuck. Oh my god.” Sav moaned as he felt Joe continue to thrust his hips up to meet his movements. “You’ll miss my dick too much to cut me off, love.” He said. “True, it’s so good too. Gonna make me cum.” He whimpered.

“Fuc, me too.” Joe groaned, making Sav ride him. “Come on, baby. Cum on my dick Such a a beautiful eight you make when you cum.” Sav whimpered and moaned, sitting up more as he was determined to make himself cum.

“Oh-god-shit, I’m never going to be able to give this up.” Sav panted right before he felt himself cum on his own stomach. Joe sat up and held Sav close to him, pressing their lips together as he came deep inside of him with a pleasured moan.

He let himself collapse, taking Sav with him, as they both breathed hard. “I’m marrying you one day.” Joe said. “I don’t care about how long it takes. The minute they get their heads from their own arse and lets it become legal, I’m claiming you fully.”

Sav kissed him, letting his love pour into it. “I love you.” He said. “Always and forever.” He got up from his lap and pulled him up. “Now, come on. We need a shower before bed.” He said. Joe stood up and hugged him close to his body by his waist.

“I’ll love you always and forever too.”

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"JOE! YOU BLOODY PRICK!" Essey yelled as he laughed his ass off. She growled before throwing a water bottle at him. It hit him right in his face. "Hey, that hurt you little brat!" He snapped at her.

“And I'm soaked because of a bloody water-hose, now shut the hell up before I make you!" She snapped. She hadn't even noticed that her white shirt that was currently wet made her purple bra easy to see.

Sav covered his eyes, not wanting to see his sister like that. Phil, Rick, and Steve dropped their eyes to the floor. Joe didn't even bother trying to look away. Essey stormed out of the room, trying to resist the urge to smack Joe.

Essey was the 19 year old adopted sister of Sav. She had long curly black hair and brown eyes. She’d become a regular guest at Def Leppard's recording studio since she was 18. She got along with the boys. All except Joe.

They seemed to form a rivalry that usually included insults, cursing, and throwing small things at each other. She had no idea why. Joe just seemed to dislike her the minute he met her.

Or so she thought. Sometimes, she would catch him looking at her when he thought nobody was looking. Sometimes, she would find herself staring at him. Joe Elliott was undoubtedly an attractive man. He was one of the most desired men in the world at this point. She’d even had the biggest crush on him before this whole rivalry started.

Although, despite the rivalry, she very much still wanted him.

Joe, for his part, had wanted her since the first time he had seen her and she wore jean shorts and a tank top. Essey was undoubtly the most beautiful woman he had ever met. She was also possibly the most infuriating because even her bitchiness made him want her.

Although, it wasn't just sexual attraction. He'd seen all sides of her.

He had seen her firecracker like anger where it was on a short lease. He had seen her aloofness that borderline on cold. He had seen her love towards animals and children. He had seen her love for guitars, something that made her close to Phil and Steve, and consumed Joe with jealousy.

He had seen the goofy side of her that always had a joke ready for almost every situation. It was no wonder he had fallen for her.

"You know she'll like you alot more if you didn't insist on finding ways to piss her off to get her attention." Steve pointed out. "Just shut up and start playing." Joe replied.

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Later that week, Joe sat in a pub, nursing his 1st and only drink, and watching in jealousy as Essey flirted with some bloke whose name she probably won't even remember. "Mate, just go talk to her instead of trying to shoot lasers at the guy's head." Steve said. "Shut up, Steve." Joe said, taking another gulp of his drink.

He then saw the lucky bloke kiss Essey on her lips. That made something in him snap. He stormed up to the man, turned him around and punched him. Essey looked at him in surprise. "What the hell, Joe?!" She aaked. He grabbed her hand and started pulling her out of the pub and to his car. "Let me go, damnit!" She protested.

He immediately let her go. He was jealous as hell that she’d given her attention to another man that wasn’t him but he didn’t want to hurt her. He could never hurt her.

"What the fuck was that all about?! You just punched him for no damn reason!" Essey practically yelled at him. "I didn't like what I saw." He said. "Why the fuck would you care about my love life? You don't even like me! How goddamn-", She asked, before he cut off the rest of her sentence by slamming his lips onto hers.

Essey's eyes widened for a minute before they slipped close and she placed her hands on his chest. She moaned when she felt his tongue slip into her mouth. A battle began that she quickly lost. He placed his hands on her hood and pushed her gently up against his car. Soon, the demand for air came and they were forced to pull away.

"That answer your question?" Joe asked, he was panting hard. "Yeah." She said in a gaze before connecting their lips again. He let out a groan when she pulled him against her, the tent in his jeans clear. "Backseat." She said, breaking away again.

He nodded before opening the backdoor of his car. He let her to get in, before climbing in and closing the door behind him.

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He didn’t hesitate to pull her close to him and kiss her deeply, letting his tongue invade her mouth. Essey clutched at his shoulder as she started trying to tear his clothes off. Joe separated from her lips and tilted he back as he kissed and nipped at her neck.

Essey let out a soft moan, her eyes closing as she let herself fall into him. He moved his hand from her side up to her breast, running his hand over it as he moved to the strap of her dress. He slid the strap down and he bent to kiss at shoulder.

Essey climbed into his lap, straddling him. “Been wanting to do this far too long.” Joe said, kissing and nipping at her neck again. “Me too. If we go back to trying to borderline kill each other after this, I’m kicking you in the balls.” Essey said.

“Hell no. You’re mine after this.” He said. Joe pulled the top of her dress down, revealing her breast. He pushed her against him and stuck one of her nipples in his mouth while he massaged the other. Essey gasped and moaned, holding his head to her chest.

Joe switched to the other breast, repeating his motions. Essey rolled her body against his as Joe pushed her dress up at the bottom to grip her ass. Essey started undoing his pants, unbuckling the belt and popping the button. Joe let go of her breast and grabbed her hair as he kissed her again.

Essey moaned into the kiss, reaching down to pull out his hard cock. He groaned and pulled back. “Turn around.” He said. Essey got out of his lap before she sat in his lap, her back facing him. Joe brought her back to lay against him, making her spread her legs as he rubbed at her body.

He took his cock in his hand and rubbed the head on her opening as he played with one of her nipples. “Fuck.” She moaned. “You’re teasing me.” Joe laughed behind her. “You’re easy to tease.” He said. She leaned forward and used the passenger seat to sit up only slightly.

He lined himself up and she sat herself down with a gasp. “Holy shit.” She said. Joe was stretching her just right. “Bloody hell you’re tight.” He panted. He pulled her back to his chest and began thrusting upwards into her, starting out slow before speeding up slightly.

“Oh my god.” Essey moaned as she moved her hips to match up with his thrusts. She sat up and began riding him with fervor, letting moans and pants escape from her. “Ride me, love.” Joe encouraged, grabbing her hips and helping to guide her.

He thrusted his hips up into her at the same pace as her riding. “O-oh fuck. You feel so good.” She panted. He made her lay back on him again and thrusted fast and deep inside of her. He released pants, gasps, and a low groan. “I could do this all day.” He muttered.

She hit her lip to keep her moans and cries in. “Lay down on the seat.” He said. Essey nodded before sliding him out of her with a moan. Essey laid on the seat and he reached under her skirt. Joe pulled her panties down her legs and stuffed it into his pocket with a smirk.

“I’m stealing that back.” She said. “I’ll just take more of your underwear whenever I can still.” Joe said as he laid on top of her. Essey gave him another deep kiss, moaning she felt him grinding against her. “Would’ve been did this if I knew how big you were.” She said, pulling back.

Joe lined himself up and pushed deep inside of her, making him moan loudly. “Fuck me hard or I swear I’m kicking your ass.” Essey demanded. He smirked and sat up. He begin pounding into her. “Oh god! Right there! Just like that!” She cried out, her hands clutching at his back.

She gave moans and whimpers as he drove into her rapidly, moving her hands to grip the seats tightly. She wrapped her legs around his waist. “I’m not kicking you ass. Holy shit.” She panted as pure pleasure went through her. Joe grunted as he held her hips in a tight grip.

“I’m cumming.” She said before pulling him down to kiss her, letting him muffle her loud screams as he drove her over the edge. Joe groaned and gave a few more thrusts before he pulled out of her. She took him in her hand and pumped him to completion, drawing a moan from him as he came in her hand.

He collapsed on top of her, not caring when she wiped her hand on his shirt. “I was kinda hoping that you’ll lick that off.” He said in her neck. “I don’t your spunk anywhere near my mouth, thank you.” She retorted, making him snicker.

They laid like that for a while. “I like you, you know that right? This isn’t just sex for me.” He said. She smiled and kissed him, rubbing her hands through his hair. “I like you too.” She said.

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David let out a small gasp as she felt two pairs of hands pull her him against a male body. He relaxed when he realized it was Adrian. "Cover." Adrian said with a smirk, knowing that he was one of the few people allowed to call him that. Sykes had been one of those people before falling out with David.

That thought sent a surge of pain through him. “Are you thinking about him?” Adrian aaked. David knew who he was talking about with that question. “No.” He lied, leaning into him. David knew that Adrian didn’t believe him but he wasn’t going to say anything that would only hurt him.

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David and Adrian hadn’t immediately gotten together even if Adrian had been attracted to him for years before then. David had been too busy with his band to notice and the day he’d met John Sykes had surely kept his eyes permanently on him. Adrian hadn’t minded at the time. After all, it was his choice to turn down David’s offer to join Whitesnake twice.

David had fallen for Sykes but never worked up the courage to tell him. They’d been close as anyfrontman and guitarist would be in a band. There was a few times that David had caught Sykes looking at him and he had even a few moments with him where he’d thought that maybe Sykes would make a move.

But, he never did. It convinced David that he had only been wishing that he would make a move. Then everything fell apart during the making of the self-titled album. David had contracted an illness that left him unable to sing and the band had began to conspire to replace him…except Sykes.

David had been told about the mutiny and he had reacted in anger and betrayal. He fired everyone, including Sykes. He had been so angry and hurt that he hadn’t given Sykes a chance to explain his side. He went as far as to hire Adrian to do the solo behind his back and after the argument that ensued, David had refused to talk to him again.

After that, even the inclusion of new bandmates couldn’t replace the spot in his heart that Sykes had a permanent residence in. Vivian turned out to be a headstrong brat who didn’t like to listen to anybody but David had learned to get along with him after he’d fired him via manager.

He’d even encouraged Vivian to give into his desires for the blond rhythm guitarists from Def Leppard. Last he’d heard, he still hadn’t. David became close to Adrian. He had been the one to tell David that Shkes hadn’t been apart of the mutiny. That fiscovery shook him.

He’d missed Sykes prescience in every way after he was gone but he would constantly use the mutiny as a way to stop thinking about him. Learning that he’d been wrong to fire him without even getting his side first, made him realize that it was his own fault.

David had pushed Sykes away. His reaction had forced him to have to reveal to Adrian that he was in love with Sykes. After that, he found his bandmate had become his friend and then he had become his lover. He really should’ve been happy and moving on.

He loved Adrian. He cared for him. He made sure that he never ended up doing anything to hurt him. Adrian was the only bandmate he had managed to keep and he planned to keep it that way until Adrian himself made the choice to leave. David, however, already knew why he was holding out on making it official with Adrian.

He was still in love with Sykes. He just didn’t want to tell Adrian to avoid hurting him. He didn’t realize that Adrian had brown tired of waiting for David and did something that he knew would break his own heart but it would be worth it to try and repair David’s.

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Adrian knocked on the door in front of him, waiting for the man inside to answer. The door opened to revel Sykes. “What the hell? How did you find my address?” He asked. “I got it from Rudy.” Adrian said. Sykes rolled his eyes. Leave it to Rudy to interfere in some way into Sykes life.

“I need to talk to you.” Adrian said. “Too bad. I don’t want to talk to my damn replacement. If it’s about David, then that’s even more of a reason to not listen.” Sykes denied, moving to close the door in Adrian’s race. He put his foot in the way to prevent it from closing.

“It wasn’t my damn decision to do the solo.” He said. “He hired me and I did my job. I had nothing to do with your big blow out.” Sykes glared at him. “It’s not just that you replaced me. You did what I a couldn’t do and that’s get him into your bed.” Sykes replied.

“You’re mad that you couldn’t get him into your bed?” Adrian asked, his eyes narrowed on him. “Would’ve been nice. He looks like he’s been around the block. Probably on his back. Might explain the amount of debts he owed.” He said, coldly. In truth, Shkes didn’t think that low of David.

Everything he’d just said was a lie aside from being jealous that Adrian had replaced him and wormed his big body into David’s bed. He was quickly grabbed and pulled closer to Adrian. “Never talk about him like that to my face again.” Adrian warned.

Sykes stayed quiet and just nodded. Adrian let him go and Sykes let him inside, knowing that he wasn’t going to leave. “What are you even doing here?” Sykes asked. “I’m here to try and bring you back to David.” He said. It made Sykes look at him confused.

“Bring me back to him? We weren’t even together!” He said. “Besides, I have my own band to worry about. I can’t abandon it to go back to the band with more guitarists than Yngwie Malmsteen does frontman.” Adrian barely kept a snicker in at the dig to Yngwie.

He’d met the man and regardless of how he’d actually had a good interaction with him as much as someone else could, even he had teased him about his number of frontman. “I don’t mean the band. I’m not giving up on my spot anytime soon. I mean back to him. He’s a mess without you around and don’t tell me that you weren’t together. You wanted him as much as he wanted you.” He said.

“Yeah. He wanted me so much that he fired and replaced me without even letting me say my side first. That bastard turned his back on me over something he should’ve known I would’ve never done to him.” Sykes retorted. “Aren’t you warming his bed to begin with?”

Adrian stayed silent for a moment. “It’s just sex. We’ve never made it official. He’s not over you and he’ll never be over you. It pains me to say this but he needs you. Not me. He doesn’t love me the way I do him.” He said. Sykes looked at him with sympathy.

“I feel for you, really I do, but it’s too late for David and I. Any chance we had is gone.” He said. “No. It’s not gone.” Adrian said, getting closer to him. “You wouldn’t have gone off on me about being in his bed if it was dead. I don’t know you that well but I do know that you’re still just as in love with him as David is with you.”

Sykes stayed silent for a moment, staring at him, before he pulled him down to kiss him. Adrian made a noise of surprise and pushed Sykes away. “What the fuck?” He aaked. “I was curious why he let you into his bed. That kinda frlt nice.” Sykes said. “I kinda want to do it again.”

“I didn’t come here to sleep with you.” Adrian said. “No but I ado remember you checking me out when I found you in the studio. I was just too pissed pff to care or notice until after I calmed down. Looking at you now…” Sykes trailed off, looking him up and down. “You’re beautiful.”

Adrian stayed silent for a minute, staring at him in surprise. Sykes pulled him down to kiss him again. This time, Adrian didn’t push him away. He kissed him back, letting one of his hands go to his waist while the other one tangled itself in Sykes’ hair as they explored each other’s mouths with their tongues.

Sykes pushed Adrian to sit on couch before he straddled him. “I’d love to see how you look when you’re being taken.” He said in his ear. “David’s taken me.” Adrian breathed as he held his hips. Sykes smirked and moved to the other side of the couch.

“Get on your knees, Vandenberg.” Sykes said as he undid his pants. Adrian did as he was told. Sykes ran his hand through his hair. “So beautiful.” He said. “If I would’ve known that you and David would go this far, I would’ve just taken you after seeing you in the studio.”

“Just talk to him.” Adrian said. “I will. Don’t worry.” He said before he freed his hard cock from its restraint. “I’m making both of you mine.” Sykes swiped the head of his cock on Adrian’s mouth and Adrian licked it, making him sigh. Adrian took the head into his mouth and sucked on it.

“Bloody tease.” Sykes said. “I am to please.” Adrian said, taking more of the length in. He closed his eyes and started bobbing his head up and down. “Damn. Such a nice mouth you have.” Sykes panted, tossing his head back on the chair. Adrian wrapped his fist around the part that wasn’t in his mouth, pumping it at the same time as his sucking.

He twirled his tongue around the length and took more in until it hit the back of his throat. He sucked faster. Sykes moaned and took his hair in a firm grip, pushing his hips up to match his pace. Adrian groaned and paused, letting him use his mouth. “Bloody bell.” He gasped, groping his hajr tighter.

He stood up and gripped onto his hair even tighter and drove in and out of his mouth. Adrian had to tilt his head for this to happen due to him being 6’6 but he didn’t care. He moaned around him, his own fist pumping himself. “Get up.” Sykes said. He sat back on the couch and made Adrian turn around.

“Christ.” He groaned, smacking Adrian’s ass, earning a gasp from him. “Fantastic looking arse.” He lined himself up, waiting for Adrian to drop down. Adrian lowered himself in him, a Moen escaping his lips. “Oh fuck. You’re so tight.” Adrian lifted himself up and down, his hands holding onto the arms of the chair.

He moved at a quick pace. “Oh my gold.” He gasped, tossing his head back with a moan. “That’s it, Vandenberg. Ride my cock.” Sykes said, holding his hips, mouth falling open in pleasure as he watched the bigger man ride him. “Fuck, you’re so good.” Adrian moaned out. Sykes thrusted his hips upwards, driving himself in deep.

“Oh fuck! Right there!” Adrian cried out as he hit his spot. He released various moans and pants, his eyes squeezed shut as he let the pleasure consume him. “Let’s see if David wants to see this.” Sykes said, picking up his phone and failing the number that he would probably always know by heart.

He made Adrian stand up and turned them so that Adrian was on his knees in the chair. Sykes grabbed his hips with one hand as he thrusted in and out of him in quick strokes. “Fuck.” Adrian cursed, biting into the cushion when he heard David’s voice on speaker. He screamed into the cushion as Shkes drove in and out faster.

“David.” Sykes said, trying to keep the pants in out of his voice. “I have your Dutchman.” David, on the other side, breath hitched as he heard Sykes voice. He then realized what he’d said. “How do you have Adrian and why do you think I need to know that.” He asked. Sykes gave Adrian’s ass another smack and smirked when he let go of the cushion and let out a loud moan accidentally.

“That answer your question?” Sykes asked, still smirking when he didn’t hear anything else. He was having far too much fun. “I do know about you and him by the way. Adrian, Christ he’s good, came over here and tried to tell me to go to you because he’s frankly too good for you.”

Sykes chuckled when Adrian reached back and smacked his thigh. “He didn’t like that. I think the protectiveness is cute so I’ll allow it.” He said. “What the hell do you want? Do you just want to rub in my face that you have him?” David aaked, finally finding his voice.

The tent in his pants made him wonder if he was a glutton for punishment now. The idea of Adrian with anyone other than him didn’t feel right but the fact it was Sykes somehow made it easier, if that made a lick of bloody sense. “Partly. I might be bitter about getting unfairly fired.” He said.

“If you’ve used him, I swear-“ David was cut off. “David, give me some credit here. You’re not worth using somebody over.” Sykes said. Those words actually hurt. “You say that yet I’m worth calling during sex.” He retorted. “I make zero sense, I know.” Sykes said. “Fuck, he’s so good for me.”

“I’ve had him.” David pointed out. “He’s had you too. I’m jealous. I should’ve had you and I would’ve if you bothered to damn trust me.” Shkes said. I was lying. You’re worth using somebody over. Except I’m not using him. I’m making him mine. I would say that I’m intent on making you mine but you’re already mine and you have been since we met. Get your stubborn arse here. My doors open.”

David didn’t have a chance to respond as he hung up the phone.

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“You’re an asshole for this.” Adrian said, an annoyed look on his face. “Calm down. I’ve got blue balls too.” Shkes said. “Whatever happened to the cute Irish guitarist you two had?” Adrian looked at him confused before he chuckled. “Don’t tell me you thought we were sharing Viv.” He said. “Maybe.” Sykes retorted.

“We weren’t. I’m pretty sure Viv wanted him but that brat wants anyone he finds hot. He’s too wild and we didn’t get along. David fired him via manager and somehow they get off better when they’re not bandmates.” Adrian said. “That’s a shame. He’s cute.” He said. “Eh. He wants that blond from Def Leppard.” Adrian said.

Their conversation was cut short by David walking into Sykes home, a determined look on his face. “Cover.” Sykes said with a smirk. David pulled him up from Adrian’s lap and kissed him hard. Sykes made a surprised noise, his eyes wide. He let out a gasp when he felt David pull his hair, giving him all the reason he needed to slip his tongue inside.

He pulled back when the need for air came, panting. His eyes were dark with desire. “I-I legitimately didn’t expect that.” Sykes said. “You and Adrian are mine. You especially. I don’t make the same mistake twice.” David said. Adrian looked at him surprised. Sykes smirked.

“Looks like you were wrong when you said that he didn’t love you, Vandenberg.” He said as he stepped aside. “You actually thought that?” David asked. “What exactly was you expecting to think? You never made anything official, you never let me have all of you, and you constantly lied to me about not thinking about him.” He said.

“I was trying to avoid hurting you the way I did Sykes.” David said. “Damnit, Adrian, I’ve loved you for a while now. The only reason I didn’t made us official was because I’m still in love with Sykes.” Sykes stared at him. “I’m kicking your ass after this.” He said, making David face him. “I’m also taking control. Get your prideful arse up those steps and to my bedroom with Adrian and you had better be naked.”

“I’m older than you.” David said, narrowing his eyes on him. “So is Adrian but guess who was the one damn bent over my chair?” He retorted. David stared at him before digging. “Okay then. Since you want me without my clothes on…” David let his voice trail off as he stripped off his jacket and shirt.

Dykes stared transfixed on the older blond man that used to be his frontman as he took off his pants and undergarments. Adrian let out a snicker at the look on Sykes face. “I’m buying me a camera. You and Adrian need to be filmed. Then again, that can get leaked and frankly, nobody is allowed to see both of you like this.” Sykes said.

“Why wait until we get upstairs?” He aaked. “Partly for the sake of Adrian’s legs but my carpet is pretty soft too.” Sykes said before Adrian picked him up and laid him in the soft fur carpet. “Making one of my fantasies run wild here, Adri?” David aaked, getting on top of Sykes. “You have always wanted to have sex in front of a lit fireplace.” Adrian said as he got on the carpet as well.

Sykes stared up at David as he grabbed his hard cock and lined him up with his hole. “Oh bloody hell.” He breathed before he felt his cock being slid into the tightest heat he’d felt in his life. David gave a pleasured moan. “Oh you bugger. You came prepared.” David gave him a smirk as he began riding him, wasting no time in going as fast as he wanted.

Sykes bit his lip as he stared up at David as he moved on his shaft, making him slide in and out of him. He had his head tossed back, his eyes squeezed shut as pants and gasps escaped his lips. “I see why you were so loud for him, love.” David said to Adrian. “He’s a big boy and he feels so good.” Sykes gripped his hips firmly.

“I’m not a boy.” Sykes said, annoyed. “You’re right. I wouldn’t have fallen for a boy.” David said through a moan. He moved his hips up and down, effectively bouncing on him. His hair moving with the force of his movements. “We should’ve been did this.”

“We would’ve if you weren’t an idiot. You’re lucky that I love you.” Sykes said, panting. He started thrusting upwards, making David gasp. “Oh fuck! Yes!” He moaned out. Sykes grilled his hips tighter. “Ride my cock, love.” He grunted. David rode him faster, loud cries and moans coming through.

Sykes pulled him down to kiss him, muffling his sounds as he thrusted into him. Adrian stared at them with darkened eyes, watching David come apart above Sykes. It took all of his willpower to not touch himself. “Bloody-oh god.” David panted as he broke the kiss and sat up.

He moved his hips back and forth, squeezing the carpet in his hands. Sykes fucked into him, letting out a loud moan. “I’m close.” He said. “Come inside me.” David panted. “I’m not cumming yet.” Sykes groaned, making David ride him until he came deep inside of him with a low moan.

David gasped, feeling him fill him up, as he kept his own orgasm at bay. Calming down a bit, he leaned down and kissed him. “I’m not making that same mistake twice. I’m sorry that I treated you like that.” He said, pulling away. “You’re an idiot.” Sykes said. “You’re my idiot. Nobody’s allowed to talk to you like that but me.”

David smiled and kissed him again. This was the Sykes he knew and loved. He would call him an idiot a million times but both of them knew that he didn’t say it to be cruel. David had granted him permission to call him that whenever he wanted just because he knew that Sykes wouldn’t let anyone else do it.

It was a strange relationship but it was them.

He sat up and dismounted Shkes before he turned to Adrian. He ran his hand through his hair and kissed him, pressing his forehead to his. “I owe you an apology too.” He said. “I’m sorry that I made you think I didn’t love you. I love you and Sykes so much.” Adrian pressed their lips together, letting David push him to lay on his back.

He opened his legs for David to get between them. “Get the lube from my pants pocket, Sykes.” David said. Shkes smirked and did as he was told, giving the bottle to him. “Get on your knees, love.” David said in Adrian’s ear, watching lustfully as he obliged. David moved closer to him, kissing his shoulder.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said. “You and him are the only people I’ve heard refer to me as beautiful.” Adrian said. “I didn’t think you’d even be attracted to me.” David ran both of his hands across his stomach. “You couldn’t be more wrong, love. I don’t care about your size. I care about you.” He said.

Adrian relaxed against him slightly. “I want you to be rough with me. Fuck me hard and fast.” Adrian said. He positioned him to have him bend over. David slicked himself up and wasted no time in breaching him. Adrian let out a light moan at being filled again. “Het voelt zo goed.” He said.

David pulled back and pushed back in, at first slowly just to tease him before switching to a faster pace. He held his waist in a tight grip as he pulled him back to meet him. “Oh god.” Adrian panted. He put his face in his arms as moans of pleasure escape. His eyes squeezed shut up and he tightened his grip on the carpet as he felt his spot getting hit.

“Harder, lieverd. Goedkoop en smerig. Geef het me goed.” He gasped. “We don’t know what you’re saying, Adri?” Sykes said next to them. “God, just fuck me hard.” He panted. “I’m not gonna last much longer.” David had him lie down on his stomach as he straddled his legs.

He began thrusting into him hard and fast, pounding into him. “Fuck.” David cursed to himself, his mouth open as he groaned and panted. “Just like this, love?” Adrian moaned loudly into his arm. “Oh fuck! Yes! Just like that!” He whimpered. He tried to push back against him as best he could.

David grunted and leaned on him, continuing his movements. He watched Sykes push his Dutchman’s hair back. “God, you look good when you take it.” Sykes said. “Think you can ride me the other way?” Adrian looked at him with dark eyes. “I can try.” He said. “You’ll be beautiful like that.” David said in his ear.

“There’s an American guitarist only 1 inch shorter than you.” Sykes said. “Last I heard, he’s close to his friend from another band. I must say, he’s a nice looking bloke. Nothing on you though.” Adrian captured his lips in a kiss. “I’m gonna cum, love.” David panted in his ear. Adrian broke away from the kiss.

“Cum inside me.” He urged. David gave only a few more thrusts before he stilled with a low moan. Adrian groaned as he felt him cum inside of him. David collapsed on his back, breathing hard for a minute, before he slowly sat up. He dismounted him and helped him to turn around.

Sykes grabbed Adrian’s shaft and slid it into his mouth. He wasted no time in bobbing his head up and down, taking him as deep as he could. Adrian gasped, putting his hand on his head and guiding him. “Kut, Sykes.” He panted. He could fell himself not being able to last any longer. “Ik ga klaarkomen.”

Sykes kept on sucking, his hand pumping the rest that he couldn’t fit. He moaned around him as Adrian seized up and came inside of his mouth. Sykes made sure to not anything escape. He let up when he was sure that he was done. He sat up and showed David his open mouth before smirking.

“That just created so many sinful thoughts in my mind.” David said, kissing him. He could actually taste Adrian. He pulled away and laid down next to Adrian. “This is very cozy.” Sykes groaned and laid back. “God, never make that pun again.” He complained while David chuckled.

He blinked when Adrian pulled him closer to them before he relaxed. “You two are mine.” He said. David gave him a fond smile. “I love having you back already, love. I love having two people that I love with me.” David said.

“I love you too, Cover.” Adrian muttered as he made sure he was close to him as well.

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1988:

Lita Ford dumped her bags by the door of the home she shared with Rudolf Schenker. It had been a long tour and she just wanted to be at home in her bed with him and never get up again. They had been separated for far too long and as much as she loved her career and her fans, she will always hate being separated from him.

She left her bags by the door and made her way upstairs to their shared bedroom when she saw the bathroom light in the bathroom was on. Curious, she walked in and stopped in her tracks.

Adorning the tub was 2 red candles. In the tub was rose scented bath water curtesy of her favorite bubble bath soap, and there were red flower petals scattered within and around the tub.

She didn’t even jump when she felt the familiar arms around her from behind. “I missed you.” He whispered in her ear. She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I missed you too.” She said softly and kissed him.

They didn’t hesitate to explore each other with their tongues, having done this so many times before. He ushered her towards the tub and stepped in before he sat down. He held her hand as she stepped in and sat with her back against him. He pulled her hair up into a bun, knowing that she wouldn’t want her hair being wet.

She relaxed against his chest, grabbing his hand and used it to gather soap up her leg. “How was the tour?” He asked. “Lovely but stressful. How was yours?” She asked. “It’s the same. I hated being away from you.” He said. “Me and you both. It’s always so much better when you’re with me.” She whispered

He gathered up soap to run across her body gently and lovingly. She did the same to him before she reached up to undo her hair. “I can let it be down for tonight. Come on. I need you.” She said. He helped her to stand up and exit the tub and followed her to their bed, not bothering to clean up the bathroom.

She laid down on the bed, her hair spread out on her pillow. “I adore your tenderness, my Ehemann, but I ask of you to abandon it for now.” She said. He climbed on top of and kissed he’s roughly. She held on tight to his arms as they engaged in a tongue battle. He pulled away from her lips and traveled down to her neck ehere he bit it, making her wince, before moaning. He had marked her as his.

He licked the bite mark before traveling his way down to her breast. He played with one while licking and sucking on the other before switching, making her moan out-loud. He travelled his head from her breast to her stomach, ehere he kissed it, before going to his destination.

He kissed the inside of her thighs before he spread her legs. He rubbed his thumb over the tip of her clit, making her gasp. He held her waist tightly in his hands and dived his tongue inside of her, licking and sucking at her clit with fevor. “Oh fuck yes. Just like that baby. Done stop.” She moaned, grabbing his hair tight.

He continued to lick, suck, and dive into her unti her legs were shaking and she was crying out, her orgasm fast approaching. He suddenly stopped and pulled himself up. “Not yet. Not until I’m inside you.” He said. He climbed back up her body and kissed her roughly, letting her taste herself, before he grabbed her hair and pulled it back, showing her throat to him.

He licked, kisses, and bit her neck several times, making sure that each of them could be shown. She may have belonged to her fans when on stage but here, she belonged to him and him alone. She turned them over so that she was on top.

She immediately moved down to his cock and grabbed it before giving it a few pumps, making him groan. She licked the head and slid her mouth down all the way. He grabbed her hair in a tight grip and she began to bob her head up and down on him, swirling her tongue around it and pumppinb it in her fist. “Just like that. That’s it. Take it.” He said, as he pushed his hips into her mouth, letting ojt a loud groan as he felt her warm mouth around him.

He stopped her head from moving, keeping a tight grip in his hand and pushed her up and down on his shaft. She moaned all the while, enjoying the rough treatment. He continued this for 15 minutes, later he felt his orgasm getting close. “Stop. I don’t want to cum unless it’s in you.” He gasped.

She climbed up into his lap, bent down and kissed him and lined him up with her entrance. She slammed herself down with a loud moan. “Fuck, I’ve missed this.” She said, whimpering as she placed her hands on his chest and begin to ride him. He grabbed onto her waist, letting her control the fast and hard pace.

She dug her blunt nails into his chest as she moved faster, moaning his name out each time. He grabbed her and turned them over, staying inside of her. He pulled her head back using her hair again before he started to pound her through the mattress. “Oh fuck! Don’t stop!” She cried out, digging her nails into his back. He groaned and grabbed her waist in a bruising grip.

He continued to pound into her, making her wrap her legs around his waist and scream out. “I’m so close, baby.” She moaned, felling it fast approaching. “Me too.” He panted, holding onto her waist and snapping his hips against her. She threw her head back and held onto his back tight as she came.

He snapped his hips into her a few more times before he came inside of her with a loud grunt. He held her as she calmed down f and kissed her passionately. “I love you so much baby. You mean so much to me, my Ehemann. She whispered, pulling away. “I love you too, my Gattin.