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Jakob has always been a mystery to Axel: on the outside, he’s the sweetest young man, with a beautiful smile, sparkling eyes full of joy, that charming, playful laugh, and his gentle, sometimes sarcastic, sense of humor. But the moment he steps onto the stage, he transforms, masterfully adapting to the character he’s playing. His voice, his face, his personality – everything changes. Now he’s making taunting jokes behind their best friend’s back, rocking out with a bunch of drunk guys in denim, playing rockabilly. And his eyes become filled with hatred for the whole world, with the exception of one person. Or, to put it simply, Tommy would never betray Määnin.
The way his boyfriend had transformed – this contrast both excited and frightened Axel. He tried not to dwell on such thoughts after the concert and began to change his clothes.
“How long are you going to be changing?” a creaky, reproachful voice interrupted Axel’s thoughts.
The man turned his head toward the exit, where Tommy Tall himself stood, with that perpetually dissatisfied expression of his, which seemed to reflect even more clearly his hatred for everyone who wasn’t part of the Vörjeans crew. That look cut right through him, as if Tommy were already ready to start a fight. His posture looked even less friendly – he was leaning against the door with one hand, the other resting on his hip, as if silently asking, “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Got a problem, Toms? Your warm-up ended two hours ago, your friends must be downing cheap beer at the pub by now.”
Axel refused to back down, testing just how much guts the other guy had to get into an argument. It seemed to work. Tommy’s face instantly turned red with anger.
“Don’t answer a question with a question, dickhead. You should’ve been gone by now. I’ve got shit to do, and you’re not part of it,” Tommy snapped, his voice becoming even more disgustingly screechy.
This guy really annoyed him. Axel needed to put this brat in his place and reclaim the time he was owed in the dressing room.
Axel looked him straight in the eye with an air of arrogance, and Tommy backed down slightly, thrown off by the rock-solid confidence radiating from him.
Of course, none of those threats or that cocky tone did anything to Axel. If anything, it seemed to work against Tommy, judging by the fury that filled his eyes. Realizing that his words wouldn’t scare Axel at all, Tommy took a step toward him. He closed the distance between them in a matter of seconds, grabbing Axel by the lapels of his jacket.
“I asked how much longer you’re going to mess around here!”
In an instant, Tommy felt a sharp blow to his stomach. He had to let go and step back.
“You idiot!”
No, Axel wouldn’t let himself be treated like that, today he would get the better of him. While Tommy stood there in astonishment, Axel loomed menacingly over his crouched body and asked in a haughty tone:
“All bark and no bite… you know who that’s about?”
Tommy looked away, his cheeks visibly reddening.
“Why are you so aggressive? Is Määnin’s dick not enough for you?”
“Shut up, nerd! He fucks me in a way you never will.”
Axel’s eyes flared.
“Oh, so you two are hooking up after all,” Axel laughed, grabbing Tommy by the collar of his shirt. “How would you know how I fuck? Have you thought about it a lot? Have you imagined how you’d whimper beneath me?”
Tommy didn’t answer. Axel’s intensity was so overwhelming, his entire presence radiating confidence and control over Tommy’s mind. He let out a sharp breath through clenched teeth, but then couldn’t hold back a moan. Axel’s hand slid down to his crotch and squeezed his already hard cock through the tight fabric of his skinny jeans.
“So, what do you want, baby?”
“Take me…” Tommy’s voice trembled with growing arousal.
Axel smiled smugly as he pulled Tommy’s face toward him for a kiss, unceremoniously invading Tommy’s slightly parted mouth, exploring it from the inside, intertwining their tongues, and nibbling on his plump lower lip so eagerly that a small blood droplet formed on it. Tommy whimpered, not so much from pain as from impatience and a willingness to move on to something more. Axel knew that this bastard undoubtedly loved it raw and rough.
“Where do you want me to fuck you?” Axel asked in a low voice, pulling away.
“Don’t make me take the initiative.”
Axel nodded knowingly in response and wrapped his arms tightly around the vocalist’s waist, pulling him onto the old sofa. With a push, Tommy was lying there, his face flushed and his breathing ragged, his eyes burning with lust. Axel stood between his trembling legs, looking up at his ‘prey’ from below, while Tommy frantically tried to unbutton the fly of his tight jeans.
“Hands off!”
The man immediately stopped trying to undress himself. Axel’s face was now just a couple of centimeters from his own, pulling him into a dirty kiss again, while his long, calloused fingers were already tracing the contours of his chest muscles beneath his sweat-soaked shirt. Tommy moaned again, lifting his hips.
“Impatient, needy, and so vulnerable… I almost feel sorry for you.”
Axel’s fingers slid down to the fly of his jeans and, without further ado, immediately unbuttoned and unzipped it.
A noticeable bulge was visible through the fabric of Tommy’s briefs. It was twitching and oozing droplets of pre-cum, forming a wet spot. Axel licked his lips hungrily, but Tommy knew it wasn’t because he was about to get a blowjob.
Axel’s broad hand slid under the fabric of his boxers, tracing the contours of his pubic mound and wrapping around his throbbing cock. Tommy let out a loud, pleading moan – the kind that people passing by the dressing room could hear.
“You like that? I’ve barely touched you, and you’re already moaning like a slut,” Axel pressed himself against his neck and whispered the dirty, lewd thoughts running through his head. His lips traced the velvety skin of his neck, leaving behind passionate kisses and red marks. He deliberately tightened his grip and sank his teeth into Tommy’s neck. As if marking him. Tommy howled from the sudden surge of pain and grabbed Axel’s back, pressing himself against him as if it were his last support, as if he was worthless without him.
“Ahh, Axel, fuck!”
His hand began to slide up and down his cock, bringing him to the brink. They were so rough, his fingertips damn hard from gripping the bass guitar strings. Just like Määnin’s. But Määnin had never jerked him off like this, he hadn’t traced every protruding vein on his cock, hadn’t played with his tip with his fingers, giving him ecstatic pleasure.
“Where did this prick learn to… do this?” Tommy wondered to himself, bewildered, as he surrendered himself completely to Axel’s skilled hands. Meanwhile, Axel didn’t slow down. On the contrary, he picked up the pace just enough to make Tommy moan beneath him like he never had before.
Tommy’s body had already become so limp and pliable. Axel looked at him like a defenseless victim with a fierce, beast-like gaze. He wanted to punish this guy, though no… Eat him alive. At these thoughts, Axel let out a deep, guttural growl.
Those chest muscles, the curve of Tommy’s toned stomach, his thick thighs that he just wanted to bite, and the most perfect ass in the world. Everything about him seemed perfect, except, of course, his personality, which was why Axel needed so badly to tame this damn pretty little brat.
The orgasm was getting closer with every passing second as Axel furiously jerked off Tommy’s throbbing cock. The swollen head was about to burst with semen. How he longed for those skilled hands on his body. A thin trickle of saliva ran from Tommy’s lips as he lay there moaning, his mouth slightly open, his eyes pleading for more intimacy. For a quick release.
“Don’t even think about it! You should come from my cock.” Suddenly, he pulled his hand away, and Tommy whimpered pitifully at the lack of friction. He wanted to finish the job himself, but felt his hand being painfully pulled behind his head. Holding Tommy in place, Axel, with great effort, began to pull his jeans and underwear off him.
Tommy felt his hot body burn against the cold air. His pale buttocks were fully exposed, his pink hole clenching and unclenching intensely, practically begging to be penetrated.
“Keep jerking me off!” Tommy growled and spread his legs wide as his cock pressed tightly against the wet shirt on his stomach.
“No, baby, you’re too delicious, I want to taste you.” That lustful spark flared up in Axel’s eyes again. He moved closer and loomed over him. With a deft movement, he grabbed his thick thighs and lifted his legs up, giving himself access to his juicy hole.
Tommy had just opened his mouth to protest when two fingers were shoved inside. Axel held his jaw firmly with one hand while Tommy choked on the sudden intrusion, but he didn’t resist, knowing it could make it worse. Axel deliberately brushed the tips of his fingers against the base of Tommy’s tongue to make him produce more saliva. It seemed that was his only lube for today.
During this punishment, Axel pressed his knee into Tommy’s crotch, causing him even more discomfort. Tommy whimpered pitifully on the peak of frustration and pain. To his annoyance, it only turned him on even more. He couldn’t take it anymore, and so he began begging Axel to get on with it. Axel, paying him no mind, ran his fingers inside, pushing them deeper into his throat. Tears of desperation streamed from Tommy’s eyes.
Axel finally took pity on him after a minute of pure humiliation with his mouth.
“That’s it, good boy.”
Without wasting any time, Axel’s fingers slid down to the sensitive spot below. Tommy gasped in approval and squirmed, inviting him to enter. Axel stroked his entrance in circular motions, gently, almost lightly, before pressing against it with his saliva-covered fingers.
One finger slipped in. The second followed immediately, as if Axel knew that Tommy got used to such sensations very quickly. He probably did… Tommy was known for his high libido and his love of receiving. Desperate, daring, and perpetually hungry for cock. That was the basis of the Vörjeans vocalist’s personality.
Two fingers moved slowly inside him, at the perfect pace, enough to make Tommy ready to come just from that. Axel’s low growl followed his every breath. It sounded a bit like an old man’s grumbling, but was just as hot for that. The vibrations from this sound accompanied him throughout Tommy’s body, and unable to control himself any longer, he instinctively clenched around the fingers, bringing his legs together to reach the peak sooner.
“I can barely hold on,” Tommy whispered through his own sighs.
He really did look so sad, damp, and vulnerable at that moment that Axel simply couldn’t bear the pity. He slowed down. It just wouldn’t be fair if Tommy really came right now.
“Ready to take me?” Axel bit his lip and fixed his equally hungry gaze on Tommy.
Tommy nodded instantly in agreement. He needed all of Axel’s attention, every touch, and all his warmth. Tommy’s body was completely ready to take, to devour, to absorb every last drop, milking Axel until his balls ached. And judging by Axel’s gaze, he craved it just as much.
Tommy’s wide-spread legs were grabbed and lifted into the air, only to land a second later on Axel’s broad shoulders. How perfect Tommy’s trembling knees looked pressed against that smug face. Axel leaned in even closer, closing the distance between their faces as much as possible, literally folding Tommy in half. Now this position left him completely unable to move anything but his hands. Tommy found it incredibly hot.
Axel slipped off his pants and underwear, holding out his free hand toward Tommy’s face, making it clear that he wanted another mouthful of saliva.
Stroking his cock, much to Tommy’s delight, Axel soon touched his hole. The head traced the swollen, soft rim, as if caressing it with tender kisses. Tommy bit his lip, trying to hold back a plaintive moan of impatience. It was all in vain – it was all too obvious just how ready his hungry asshole was to swallow Axel’s entire length. Axel tried to enter gently, but Tommy’s voice cracked with frustration.
“Fuck, can you hurry up?”
Axel looked up to see Tommy squinting in anticipation.
Well, if he insists.
A sharp thrust inside was accompanied by a muffled moan from deep in the vocalist’s throat, and he was practically on the verge of crying. Axel was almost halfway in.
With a firm grip, he squeezed the soft skin on Tommy’s thighs with his fingers. He was marking him again, expecting contrasting bruises to remain on his milky-pale skin. Tommy’s legs were painfully bent, and his muscles ached slightly. This pain felt so tremulous and tender because it was Axel who was inflicting it.
Just as pleasant was the sensation of stretching in his tight little hole, which was still getting used to the thickness of the organ inside him. Axel pressed so sweetly against his prostate that Tommy’s eyes rolled back in pleasure. A thrust. The cock was now fully inside him, filling the throbbing emptiness. How pleasant and painful it was, not only physically but also emotionally – disgust and lust were visible in Tommy’s eyes every time he looked at his tempter. A storm of contradictions overwhelmed him. And yet, how good it felt for Tommy to be in this man’s control.
Without hesitation, Axel began thrusting steadily. His cock was pleasantly squeezed by the heated anal walls, causing him to throw his head back and moan with pleasure. A pleasant friction enveloped him with every forward movement. The sharp slaps of skin to skin and the creaking of the sofa echoed through the dressing room. Tommy clenched the velvet fabric beneath him with all his might, hissing with pleasure mixed with pain. His body was tense as a taut string.
When Axel decided to pick up the pace, Tommy’s legs trembled noticeably. It seemed that in another moment, his mind would shut down, giving free rein to his overwhelming orgasm. No, not now!
So, to drive this temperamental boy mad once again, he abruptly stopped all movement.
“What the hell, four-eyes?!” Tommy exclaimed when he felt him stop stimulating his sensitive spot. Coming down from his state of absolute arousal, Axel looked at him. That frowning face, those tearful eyes, that tousled hair, those flushed cheeks, those bitten lips…
“You’re so pathetic, Toms. Can’t even go a second without a dick in your ass.”
“Shut up! That’s not true,” Tommy whimpered, lying to himself.
“Should I leave?”
“No! I mean… damn it,” Tommy could no longer hold back his true nature. He needed Määnin. He needed Axel. He needed to satisfy this surging need for intimacy, because only then did he feel like himself.
“There you are,” Axel murmured gently, stroking Tommy’s wet cheek, which made Tommy blush even more. “Good boy.”
And of course, Axel would be lying if he said he didn’t want to keep fucking Tommy right there on the sofa. He quickly returned to his starting position, resuming his movements. This time, Tommy’s face was much more relaxed, as if he were dissolving into his own bliss, surrendering to the physical touch. Axel didn’t go easy on his body – he pounded into him as fast as he could and dug his fingers into the skin on Tommy’s legs with a death grip. How good it was that Tommy didn’t mind. He moaned beneath Axel louder and louder. His sweet voice was music to Axel’s ears. He wanted to draw new sobs from him, to look at that lovely little face, full of lust.
Tommy felt it again – that pain and those pleasant surges of tenderness. His mouth was slightly open, and he was moaning loudly once more, breaking into cries and practically sobbing. His cock throbbed helplessly as it lay on his stomach, rubbing against the fabric of his shirt, which had already become soaked with pre-cum.
The room smelled of sweat, raw sex, and primal passion, so much so that Tommy was close to coming again, but, once more… Axel stopped again.
“Fuck, what’s your problem?!” Tommy screamed at the top of his lungs.
“Ahh, quiet down, sweetheart. I just need to teach you some manners – that’s your punishment.” Axel spoke through heavy breathing.
“Fuck the manners!”
An awkward silence hung in the air. Axel’s hand gently stroked his skin, covered in small bruises. His gaze was fixed directly into Tommy’s eyes, causing him to turn his head away. Axel’s voice dropped to a whisper, “Do you want to say something to me?”
“Yes… Please, fuck the manners and fuck me! I want you so badly, I need you, your cock…” Tommy’s voice broke into a sob. Now he truly felt helpless in the face of Axel’s smug gaze, just as Axel had planned.
Axel had just started to pick up the pace again, eager to fill that greedy little hole as quickly as possible, but the moment he brushed against Tommy’s prostate, it was as if an electric shock had shot through him. He saw flashes before his eyes before letting out a muffled groan and coming heavily onto his shirt.
He was breathing heavily as he tried to recover from what had just happened, but he was overwhelmed by so many emotions that he couldn’t hold it in. Tears began to pour down his face.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”
“Jakob! What’s wrong?!” The reality of the moment hit Axel as he watched his boyfriend sobbing uncontrollably.
He instantly pulled out of Tommy Jakob, cupping his tear-streaked face with both hands.
“Was that too much?” Axel asked, fear in his voice.
Jakob shook his head, pressing himself against Axel’s warm palms. “Yes, just… too good.” He continued to sob and breathe heavily.
Axel kissed him on the lips, as gently as he could. Jakob noticed Axel’s aching, painfully hard cock, which was still pressing against his own.
“Don’t worry about it.”
Jakob looked sadly into his boyfriend’s eyes. “But I want you to-”
Axel just nodded calmly and hurried to hide his erection under his underwear. “It’s okay, it’s not your responsibility, ” he said, gently pulling Jakob’s trembling body closer and stroking his shoulders. “Rest now.”
Jakob buried his nose in Axel’s collarbone and wrapped both arms around his neck.
“Still, once I’ve come to my senses, once we get home, I’ll definitely make up for this.” A playful tone could be heard in his voice, through his tears.
Of course.
Axel kissed him on the top of his head, finally making Jakob chuckle softly.
“But this time, let it be Määnin, what do you think?” Jakob looked up at Axel’s face. He was smiling despite the wet trails of tears on his cheeks.
“Do you want the toughest guy in Vörå to take care of you?” He deliberately lowered his voice to that familiar deep tone, sending shivers down Jakob’s spine.
“I’ve earned it, fyrbanna!”
Axel smiled warmly, nodding in response, and squeezed Jakob’s shoulders tighter.
“I promise he’ll be very gentle with you, like with a delicate little tulip.”
Jakob flashed his usual wide smile. Now, despite the film of lingering tears, his eyes once again burned with excitement and desire. He jumped up from the sofa and, on a pure burst of new energy, began to get dressed. Axel watched in surprise at how quickly this change of mood had occurred.
“What are you waiting for? You’ve got a couple of minutes to leave the dressing room!”