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Fred just got back on the band’s tourbus, his head spinning from all the alcohol he gobbled up during their concert’s after-party. Wes left before anyone else ‘cause apparently he was ‘too tired to deal with anyone anymore’, as his grumpy ass lamented to Fred earlier that night. It wasn’t the first time he acted like that during the few months they spent together on tour. Fred already tried a couple times to talk to him about it, tried to let him open up but unsuccessfully. Wes always brushed it off as simply being ‘worn out by the life on tour’ and such. Fred never fell for that dumb excuse, knowing how much Wes enjoyed being on tour and occupied all the time during it, so he knew something was up and was a bit surprised by Wes’ secrecy about the real cause of his distress, so of course he wasn’t gonna back down until he knew what it was about.
As the usual nuisance that he was when drunk, Fred approached the bunk beds in the back of the bus, Wes’ bed curtains being the only ones closed all the way up. Fred announced his presence almost immediately by giggling in a silly way, stumbling on a few shirts laying on the ground, balancing himself clumsily over the edge of the bed opposite to Wes’, expecting the guitarist to notice him already by all the noise he’s made so far.
«Wes?» Fred says softly, running a hand on his head to adjust his fitted red cap.
«Stop ignoring me, dumbass» Fred huffs, playing with the zipper of his jacket.
«What do you want, Fred?» Wes sighs, still hiding in the darkness of his bunk. Fred couldn’t lie to Wes and himself anymore; he misses him, misses spending time with one of his best friends in the world and the sudden coldness towards the blonde really made him uncomfortable.
«I miss you…» Fred admits shyly, hoping that his flushed cheeks won’t be that noticeable once he gets looked at.
Wes’ head emerges from a corner of his bed, his narrowed eyes gazing at him.
«Wow, you’re that wasted huh?» Wes asks in that sarcastic tone that Fred really doesn’t tolerate right now.
The blonde nods, biting his bottom lip nervously. «I meant what I said though…» he retorts, avoiding the guitarist’s intense stare.
Wes rubs his face, visibly annoyed by the whole situation. «And what about it, needy?» Wes’ pet name makes Fred blush even more, ashamed by how much he likes it.
«Jus’ wanted you to know that…» Fred’s slurred answer makes Wes feel a tiny bit of pity for his bandmate, refraining himself from keeping up his rude attitude towards him — at least for now.
Groaning, Wes gets up from his safe space, now face to face with his main source of irritation, «what else?»
«Stop being so cruel to me, man. What’s up with you anyway?» Fred asks almost offensively, a mix of hurt and defiance in his expression.
Wes sighs again, «nothing, really. Just… frustrated, that’s all.»
«Frustrated by what? You know you can always tell me what’s on your mind, Wes.» Fred says while he tentatively side-hugs his gloomy mate.
Wes pulls away shortly after the sudden contact with Fred, his warm touch and soft body against him feeling like too much to deal with right now. «It’s stupid, don’t worry about it.»
Fred doesn’t give up yet, his inebriated state giving him enough courage to continue bothering him unabashedly.
«C’mon, fucker. You know I won’t give up ‘til you tell me what it is» Fred blurts out, leaning his forehead on his toned chest while pulling at his shirt, needy and impatient.
Wes lets him lean on his tall frame, defeated, hesitantly circling Fred’s shoulders with an arm, trying to soothe him even though they never shared a moment like this before. It was always quick pats on the shoulder or brief hugs between them; this is certainly new.
«I’ve been uh… horny as fuck ever since we started touring» Wes admits embarrassed, a slight blush creeping up his face.
Fred stays still for a moment, breathing in the scent of his bandmate while pondering his answer. Wes is an attractive man for sure, he thought, so his disbelief was tangible. «You can have all the girls you want, dude» he says, his voice slightly muffled by Wes’ chest against him. «‘Need me to introduce you to some?» Fred asks chuckling, ignoring the twinge of jealousy he felt as he said that out loud.
«It’s not that…» Wes whispers, leaning his head back against the cool surface of the bunk’s hard edge. His large hand starts drawing patterns on Fred’s shoulder, «nothing satisfies me anymore.»
Fred’s heartbeat quickens as the guitarist caresses his skin playfully, the soft gesture making him almost zone-out the conversation. «You gay or something?» he chuckles again, the question being obviously a joke to him. Wes’ whole body stiffens, a dry laugh escaping his mouth as he tries to brush off the dumb insinuation. More like bi but whatever.
An awkward silence fills the room for a couple minutes, both listening attentively to each other’s heartbeat. Why wasn’t Fred saying anything else after that? He usually persists with that type of humour, up until Wes would flip him off and ignore him altogether. This time he felt that something was different, and he was afraid to ruin this moment by being his usual self. So he stopped there, the silly question hanging in the air as they both lost themselves in thought, apparently.
Wes coughs briefly, trying to cut the tension that’s been building between them, regretting opening up in the first place about his horny state. What was Fred going to do once he knew about it anyway? Wes tries to find something to say to escape the situation he’s got himself into, deciding to blurt out a simple “I can just jerk off and call it a day, you know?” but the moment he opens his mouth, Fred’s lips crash over his, making him grunt in confusion, slowly but surely melting into the clumsy kiss.
Fred hums contentedly, his face bright red, his grip on Wes’ shirt a little shaky, involuntarily pushing himself onto his body as he leaned upwardly.
Wes breaks the kiss after a while and Fred instantly whines at the loss of contact. «What the fuck was that?»
Fred simply shrugs, staring at the other man’s lips with half lidded eyes, «you don’t want that? Cause I’m pretty sure you’ve liked it» he says while slightly grinding his hips into Wes’, his hard-on pressing up into the blonde’s belly.
«I- uhm…» Wes hesitates for a moment, checking out Fred and his hard cock trying to rub into him, needy as ever. «You really don’t have to do this, Fred. I’m sure you’ll regret it in the morning.»
Wes wasn’t completely oblivious to this side of Fred since the singer used to spend a lot of time alone with Jonathan Davis, the noises from their ‘private jam sessions’ in one of their hotel rooms being a little too unmistakable, apparently being the only one noticing that anyway, so he didn’t investigate further (definitely not because he was jealous as hell and preferred pushing down his feelings, nah).
Fred licks his lips, his arms finding support on the other’s chest. «How could I regret it if I want it in the first place?» he asks, giggling at Wes’ dumbfounded expression.
«You’re wasted and-» Fred shuts him up by kissing him again, roughly this time, his arms flying around his neck in a desperate way to get closer. Fred’s hands intertwine in Wes’ thick hair, his mouth never stopping exploring and reveling in the feeling of the other man’s mouth on his.
Wes finally gives in and matches Fred’s hungry attack on the blonde’s lips, his hands trailing along his plump body greedily and landing on his ass, kneading it and squeezing it possessively.
Suddenly the bus’ door opens, revealing John’s presence accompanied by a random girl, slowly approaching the bunks, sending Wes on alert and pushing Fred towards the small bathroom located a few feet away and locking the door behind them, pressing the singer’s back harshly against the cold surface and resuming their rough make out sesh.
Fred’s hands feel up Wes’ chest from under his baggy t-shirt, his soft whines and caresses making Wes’ cock twitch and leak precum copiously, his own hopeless grunts of pleasure going straight to Fred’s core.
The muffled noises they were making were thankfully overshadowed by the drummer’s around the corner, too busy checking if they were alone or not.
«Off… please…» Fred’s plea snapped Wes’ out of his thoughts, instantly taking off his shirt and letting it fall onto the floor. The view of his naked upper body took Fred’s breath away, even though it wasn’t the first time he saw the man like that. Seeing him this up close, a thin layer of sweat all over his exposed skin, his chest heaving, the visible tent that’s formed in his pants because of him… that was a lot to process. «F-fuck…»
«What’s wrong babe?» Wes asks in a sultry voice, coating Fred’s neck with open-mouthed bites and kisses, clearly enjoying the effect it had on him, shivers running all over his skin.
Fred moans, «mhn… n-nothing..» his vague response earning a painful bite from Wes just below his ear. «Oh god…»
«Don’t be shy now, sweetheart» Wes whispers to his ear, extensively licking the sore spot he just bit, a sweet moan escaping the blonde’s gaping mouth.
Fred hesitates, his fingers mildly skimming the guitarist’s waistband. «I- I want to uh…» he hesitates again, looking down Wes’ v lines with desire, «s-suck you off…»
«Do you want me to fuck your pretty mouth, baby?» Wes asks teasingly, trailing kisses along Fred’s jaw, his shy confession making him want to tear off the singer’s clothes right there and then but decided against it; Wes wanted to see how much he could push Fred out of his comfort zone.
«Mhm-mh» Fred simply nods, Wes’ obscene suggestion intoxicating him even more, so far gone now to even care about how pathetic he must sound.
Wes guides Fred’s hand towards the zipper of his pants, urging him on, «go on.»
Even though Fred’s excitement was through the roof, he took his time unzipping him, stealing another couple of kisses from the brunet, whimpering like a bitch in heat. Wes is visibly holding back ‘cause as soon as his dick is out and in Fred’s grip, he leans his head on Fred’s shoulder, groaning quietly as he steadies himself with both hands on the door behind the singer. He would’ve kept kissing him, biting him, praising him until he made him a total writhing mess but feeling the blonde’s touch on his shaft made him extremely weak in the knees, so his focus now is on being able to stay upright. Maybe next time he could do all those things to him, in the comfort of a real bed, maybe his own be-
«Fuck y-you’re huge, Wes» Fred whispers softly to his ear, amazed by the size of his cock, both his hands working on it as he spreads precum all over his length. Wes just stands there, unable to form any coherent thought, occasionally grinding his hips to the rhythm of Fred’s strokes. He felt close to his climax already, he had to stop him, murmuring a weak “get on your knees” loudly enough to be heard by the other.
Fred complies in a heartbeat, his thin jorts barely concealing the cold hard bathroom floor underneath his knees, but his attention soon drifts back to Wes’ aching cock being rubbed right into his face.
Wes’ hand comes down to pet Fred’s head, encouraging him to take action, impatient as ever. «Please babe…»
Wes’ desperate plea goes straight to Fred’s dick, sending a shiver down his spine. He starts licking at the base of his cock, his pace slow and deliberate as he coats every inch of it with saliva. Wes’ groans grew louder with every shift of the blonde’s tongue, spurring him on, determined to force those sweet words out of him again.
To Fred’s surprise, the guitarist couldn’t keep himself back anymore, abruptly thrusting his erection past his lips as he had just begun kissing its cock head. Fred chokes on it in no time, but tries to recover as soon as he can, Wes’ gravelly moans driving him crazy.
«Fuck.. you look even better with my cock in your mouth- ah- fuuuck..» Wes’ praise comes out choked as he starts fucking his mouth selfishly, alternating deep and shallow thrusts.
Fred moans lushly at his praise as he continues to work him with such passion that he even surprises himself. Maybe he wants to do this again, somewhere cozier, where he could be skin to skin with Wes and both of his knees intact. As he realizes that, his chest feels tighter than usual.
Fred’s blue-eyed gaze fixates on the other man’s tortured face, admiring the way that a few strands of hair fall gracefully on it, his lip ring shining under the dim light as he looks up in between his panting, his tongue peeking out to wet his lips occasionally as he chases his climax with ardor. Even though he’s being rough with him, he keeps gently - and a bit possessively - caressing Fred’s face at the same time and that small gesture sparks something within the blonde, something he definitely has to face later on.
«Your mouth feels so fucking good baby… ah… k-keep doing that- fuck» Wes rambles under his breath, Fred’s pace picking up as soon as Wes stills his movements, letting him finish him off by stroking and sucking him off a couple more times, Fred’s tongue sticking out to collect and show Wes how much cum he’s spurting.
Wes’ hand joins Fred’s at the base of his cock, jerking out the last few drops of cum that inevitably end up on their joined hands but Fred hurriedly licks them clean while keeping eye-contact, soliciting a deep satisfied moan from the guitarist.
In the aftermath of their intimate encounter, they both catch their breath as silence fills the room for a while, sneaking glances at each other like fucking teenagers.
Fred gets up quietly, wiping off his lips with the back of his hand while Wes puts his shirt and pants back on, facing away from the singer, his flushed face still on.
«Was it… good enough?» Fred asks shyly, realizing soon enough that he’s practically sobered up and of top of that his erection is still going strong in his pants. He sounded so fucking pathetic just now, what’s up with him?
Wes shrugs, still facing away, «yeah I uh… feel a lot better now…»
Fred absently scratches his head, wondering what’s going on inside Wes’ stupid head. Is Fred still yearning for those sweet praises he got out of his cold-hearted friend just a few minutes ago? His stomach is feeling funny all of a sudden.
Wes finally turns around, Fred’s persistent stare starting to bother him a bit. «What about you?»
Fred shrugs, smirking as usual, quickly hiding the frown that was forming, «’s cool, man. Just uh… doing you a favor, no biggie» he says, confident enough to almost convince himself that this situation isn’t bothering him at all. Shit, he absolutely wants more than this, but he’s scared shitless and, of course, what would the others think of him?
«Should we talk—» Wes says, interrupted by someone knocking at the door, freezing them both on the spot. «What?»
«Do you know where Fred is? Ugh, I’ve been looking for him all night!» a feminine voice answers, slightly slurring a few words. Fred’s expression is unreadable as Wes stares at him with a raised eyebrow. This is just what they needed after all the tension that’s been building up, yup.
«I’ll be out in a minute, sweetie. Jus’ helping a friend out, he’s uh… has drank too much.» Fred answers steadily, checking himself out in the small bathroom mirror a few inches away from him.
He turns to Wes, wanting to hug him but ending up just patting his shoulder in an awkward way, his hand lingering longer than expected. As he turns around, he adjusts his obvious hard-on hoping that the girl outside won’t catch that, or anything at all for that matter. «See ya.»
And with that, he’s gone, leaving Wes looking like a damn ghost. Even in this state, his hand reaches automatically for the pack of cigarettes in his back pocket, absently lighting one up and taking a drag, the thick fog forming in the small enclosed space matching the current mess of thoughts in his head. The way Fred acted all night long couldn’t mean nothing, right? It wasn’t just his drunkenness doing all that. As his lungs fill up with smoke again, Wes tries to convince himself to let it go, even with his gnawing jealousy eating at him as he replays in his mind all the times Fred has kissed or touched a girl in front of him. He has to ignore the need to make him his in front of everybody, has to face the fact that even if they did something this intimate again, it would be their dirty little secret and that’s it.
His phone buzzes softly in his pocket, and he checks it immediately. It’s nearly 3 a.m…
“Let’s go out tomorrow night after the show. Drinks on me ;).”
As he reads Fred’s message, a small grin forms on his face. Of course it’s him, who else could it be?
Wes tosses the cig in the toilet, going back to his bunk bed a little lighter than before, pushing aside his concerns for now and looking forward to the next show and especially what would happen after that.