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After three other successful tours together, Black Veil Brides, Ice Nine Kills, and Motionless In White all decided that it was time to revive the Trinity of Terror once again. The bands had all seen each other at Welcome to Rockville, both passing by and sticking around to watch each other’s sets. Black Veil and Motionless played their shows on that Saturday, while Ice Nine started the weekend off on the first night being that Thursday.
Andy had made a strong effort to watch Ice Nine Kills play their set Thursday, a smile on his face as the ever performative group “killed” it on stage. By the time Saturday rolled around, the Black Veil Brides frontman was sitting down with Spencer and Chris to get the ball rolling on a revival tour.
This is how they found themselves now on the road playing show after show on their Trinity of Terror: Reanimated tour. Night after night, the trio of bands would rock the faces off their fans and then ice their sore bodies afterwards. Of course, they still made time to interact and socialize with each other, but sometimes they needed time to themselves.
Time like Andy was currently spending in his hotel room, draped over his bed, shirt pulled up his torso, sweats pushed down to his thighs (underwear foregone beforehand), and a hand slowly stroking his hardening cock.
It was the first time in a while he’s gotten a room to himself, and he wasn’t going to squander this opportunity.
All Andy could think about the last few days was how much he’d been wanting to walk up to Spencer and kiss the hell out of him. They’ve been doing this particular dance around each other for a couple years now, a kiss here, a touch there, handjobs and blowjobs far and few in between. Andy found Spencer exhilarating and interesting, quite the much needed change after the amicable split from Lilith.
After the first show of the tour, Spencer found him after the very last set and pushed Andy up against the closest wall before he kissed the life out of him. Their tongues had battled for dominance with the post-show adrenaline that was pulsing through them both. Andy’s fingers had slipped into Spencer’s hair and forced him closer to deepen the kiss.
It was a memory that now served as the best catalyst for more to flood in as Andy let his head fall back against the pillows, a breathy “fuck” leaving his lips. His hand wrapped around his length slowly traveled back up so his thumb could tease the already dripping slit.
“S-Spencer..” he moaned. His mind was serving him another memory of the last time the other frontman had given him the best head and then fucked him hard, Andy not being able to properly walk after.
It was a feeling that he’d been chasing since then, his own hands not being enough to bring him that much pleasure. He wanted Spencer. Wanted those hands and that mouth to take him apart over and over until he couldn’t even think anymore.
His free hand lifted to his chest as he continued to rub at the slick tip of his cock, his fingers finding one of his nipples to gently pinch and roll the hard nub. A heavy sigh escaped Andy at the simultaneous stimulation, feeling the way he throbbed in his own hand with the sensation. He could feel himself getting closer with every slide of his hand, heat radiating in his cheeks and a soft sheen of sweat at his temples.
Andy was so close.
And then he heard a knock at his door.
Fuck. Are you kidding me?
Who could possibly be knocking on his door?
Sufficiently startled out of his sexual haze, Andy pulled his hands away from himself to instead reach out towards the nightstand to grab a tissue, cleaning his hand before he hastily tucked his cock back into his sweats. He lowered his t-shirt down again and pushed his body off of the hotel bed, moving to the door and checking himself in the nearby mirror before he let his shaking hands find the handle.
Peeking through the peep-hole, the young singer saw the subject of his fantasies waiting just on the other side outside his room.
Spencer’s perfectly slicked back hair and bright eyes were in his immediate view, the older singer now whistling to himself as he patiently waited to be let inside. Andy’s heart was already feeling the palpitations from his vigorous activities before, by now he was sure it could power the whole building with how fast it was beating.
Excitement filled his chest as he finally turned the handle and pulled the hotel door open to reveal himself to Spencer. An easy smirk tugged at his lips when their eyes met, striking blue connecting with mesmerizing hazel-green, and Andy leaned himself against the door frame.
“Couldn’t sleep, Spence? Decided to pay me a visit?” he teased, biting gently at his bottom lip as the other man’s gaze traveled down and then back up his body.
“Of course, I did. I know if anyone can help me sleep, it’ll be you.”
“Hmm..starting with flattery, huh?”
Spencer looked around them before leaning in close to his lover, one of his hands reaching out to drag a single finger down Andy’s torso.
“I’ve heard flattery will get you everywhere.”
Just that simple touch alone was enough to have Andy’s breath hitching and his cheeks growing hotter, his eyes searching Spencer’s face before he grabbed the other man by the front of his shirt and pulled him into the room with him. He kicked the door closed just as their lips met in a fiery kiss, his hands finding purchase on Spencer’s beautiful jawline while he felt fingers grabbing at his waist. Andy walked them both towards the bed again with their mouths not even separating when the two collapsed onto the soft mattress, the taller of them immediately straddling the man below him to begin grinding their hips together.
“Fuck..you have no fucking idea how bad I’ve been wanting to kiss you since the first day of the tour…” Andy panted between them, having to pull back to get some air into his lungs before he dove back in for more.
Spencer moaned against Andy’s lips, his own parting to allow the tongue teasing at his bottom lip in so they could deepen the kiss. He could tell from the way Andy had been kind of antsy and more active on stage that the younger frontman was feeling a bit needy for him. And he guessed kissing him on night one might’ve been a little teasing as well.
With all the strength he could muster, Spencer raised a hand to push Andy onto the bed and flip their positions. Now on top of the taller man, Spencer could get into his most favorite of places: between Andy’s long legs.
“Oh trust me, baby, I have quite the insight on that.”
His gaze lifted to the box of tissues and the forgotten bottle of lube on the nightstand that Andy must’ve left out in his aroused state of confusion, and the most mischievously wicked smile reached Spencer’s lips.
“Having a little fun in here all by your lonesome, hm?”
A deeper redness spread over Andy’s cheeks, but he didn’t look embarrassed in the least. Spencer loved seeing him like this, obviously caught, but not a care in the world that he was caught. His little glutton for punishment that he was.
“Yeah..who else was gonna touch my dick? You?” Andy challenged, squirming a bit under the weight of Spencer as the older man settled his body completely over his own.
“All you had to do was ask oh so nicely, and I would’ve given it to you, baby..”
As his sentence trailed off, Spencer’s hand lowered to where Andy was still hard under his sweats, tracing the shape of his cock there under the fabric and reeling from the reaction it received. A low whine escaped his lover and his hips chased the warmth from Spencer’s teasing touch.
“Shit..s-so I don’t have to...ask for you to kiss me, but I have to ask y-you to t-touch me?” Andy questioned, his voice shaky as Spencer continued to stroke his hard length over his pants.
“Of course, Andy. Basic consent, correct?” Spencer replied calmly, watching Andy’s face morph into an expression of pleasure and frustration all at once.
When Andy huffed out a laugh, the older singer quirked a curious brow up at him, giving the rowdy frontman a moment to answer his question. Rhetorical or not, Spencer was interested to see which way Andy was going to take them this time around.
“Yeah, well, I consent to you doing anything as long as you fucking touch my cock.”
‘Oh, dear Andy…you’re going to wish you didn't say that…’ Spencer thought to himself.
If Andy was going to be that desperate, Spencer could show him “anything.”
“Anything?”
Andy’s piercing blue eyes held his in a heated gaze that sent a pleasantly exciting thrill through Spencer’s body. Almost like he could practically feel the challenge in that one look.
<“Yes, okay? Anything. Just fucking touch me,” he growled out the last two words, his brow furrowed in the most beautiful show of open frustration. If Andy wanted him this bad, Spencer was ready to give this gorgeous man the time of his life. He wanted to rock his world so Andy will feel fulfilled in every single meaning of the word.
Pulling both of his hands from Andy’s body, the groan of displeasure ignored, Spencer grabbed at the hem of his lover’s shirt and quietly pulled it up until he was lifting it above Andy’s head. When he was free of the t-shirt, Spencer moved on to his sweats next, shimmying them down Andy’s slender hips and then off his long legs.
Now completely naked under him, Spencer proceeded to unbuckle his own belt before pulling it free from the belt loops on his jeans. He could feel the desperate silence stretching between them as he then maneuvered Andy’s arms over his head, pressing his wrists together and then wrapping his belt comfortably tight around them.
He watched Andy give an experimental tug to test the tightness, his cheeks heavily flushed and a soft panting coming from his pretty, spit wet lips.
“Now…you’re going to listen to me, alright? I’m going to touch you like you want, but we’re doing it the way I say so, clear?”
Andy nodded silently, biting his lip in anticipation when Spencer’s hand lowered down to his cock again, this time free from his clothes so he could feel the direct contact.
As soon as those skilled fingers wrapped around the base, the younger singer let out a low, appreciative hum. He’s been wanting Spencer’s touch for days, and he was finally getting it.
“You’re going to go at my pace, Andy,” Spencer’s voice carried low and deep between them, “which means if I decide you’re not going to cum yet, then I could stop. Watch you squirm until you’re begging me to let you cum. Is that understood?”
With a much more enthusiastic nod, Spencer began to move his hand on Andy’s hard length, starting a slow, teasing pace. “Maybe if you’re a good boy and manage to cum when I allow you to, I’ll give you a reward.”
Spencer’s eyes traveled down Andy’s body until his gaze reached the taller singer’s nicely built chest. Lots of thoughts had been following his mind as he watched Andy grow in the last few years.
He’d put on a good amount of muscle, and after witnessing his countless stage outfits, many including suspenders but lacking a shirt underneath. A very nice candid stage photo had made its rounds on the internet a few days ago, one that showed Andy bent over while performing and the suspenders somehow managed to push Andy’s pecs together that gave him quite a sightly chest.
It had given Spencer the idea that he wanted to bring into fruition tonight with this gorgeous man under him.
Andy writhed against the bed, biting down onto his bottom lip while his lover dragged his gaze down his body. He felt like a piece of meat on display for Spencer and he was sure that he was willing to take advantage of every single bit of him. The hand on his cock was already beginning to work him up, his chest rising and falling quickly as his breath sped up.
“Gonna be a little difficult, you know. I haven’t been able to jerk off in..a long fucking time. Might not last that l-long,” Andy stuttered out, watching a sly smirk reach Spencer’s lips.
“Oh, baby, why do you think I’m gonna go as slow as I want?” Just as the question left his mouth, Spencer’s strokes picked up in pace, focused on the angry red tip of Andy’s hard length.
That pulled a delicious reaction from him as well. His head landed with a soft thud against the pillows, his jaw falling slack with a moan of pure ecstasy following. Andy surely wasn’t expecting the quick pace and the attention to the sensitive head, and Spencer almost gave a sadistic chuckle with the way his body arched up into his touch.
And all in a moment, it all stopped.
Spencer paused his movements and pulled his hand away from Andy, observing the way he whined and collapsed back against the mattress. His eyes met his own, and they were full of unfiltered annoyance.
“What the fuck? Wh-why’d you stop?”
“I told you we were going at my pace, did I not?”
The response he received was Andy’s mouth snapping shut, but then opening again only to fail to come up with a reply. And when he did open his mouth once more, Spencer was gently forcing the fabric of Andy’s favorite bandana into it, effectively muffling everything he would try to say.
“Let’s try this instead, shall we? You’re getting a bit mouthy tonight.”
When the older singer wrapped his fingers around Andy’s dripping cock again, he felt the way it throbbed in his hand.
“Oh...so you like being silenced, hm?” Spencer asked, beginning to lazily stroke him again. “I know that won’t stop your sounds, but at least that’ll get rid of your words until I want to hear them.”
Andy’s head fell back onto the soft pillow again, his hips jerking up into Spencer’s languid strokes with a muffled groan around the bandana. Sweat was beginning to bead at his temples the longer this went on. Fast and slow, starting and stopping. Andy’s body felt like he was so close, but he was being yanked away from the edge over and over again.
Spencer was always amazing at working him up and tearing him down again. Always in a way that made Andy crave him more and more. He craved that closeness so much, it would often break him down to the most basic of levels of human function.
“Mmff..mmf..” he moaned around the now spit soaked fabric, his blue eyes glassy as he gazed up at Spencer.
That look was enough of a message for him. Spencer wasn’t going to drag it out much longer, especially since Andy had followed along perfectly.
“I know..I know. You’ve been so good, baby. I’ll let you cum now, alright?” his voice spoke so honey sweet to Andy right before he started to move his hand at a blinding pace on his aching cock.
It was like the flood gates had been blasted open. Andy was only able to handle a few strokes before he was shooting rope after thick rope over his own chest and Spencer’s hand. Just as he was, the other man reached up to pull the bandana free from Andy’s mouth, a little trail of spit connecting it shortly before it was dropped onto the bed.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Cum so hard for me..did so good..” Spencer praised, waiting for his lover to come down with a hand caressing his messy stomach and chest.
The slickness of it, the shine. The way Andy panted through each breath and it moved his chest in an enticing dance of desperation.
He couldn’t stop himself.
Once Andy’s breathing had evened out a bit, Spencer opened the front of his jeans and pushed them down, stripping himself of his shirt as well so he was equally as naked as Andy under him.
Immediately, he reached up to free Andy’s wrists from the belt and then moved to straddle his upper torso. His own hard cock pressed against his cum covered skin, trailing through it in the filthiest manner before Spencer was pushing Andy’s pecs together as much as they could go.
“Now we both get another treat, yeah?” Spencer rushed out, his blood pumping through him at the sight below and having witnessed Andy in his most intimate state of being.
Of course it wasn’t anything like he’d seen over and over again in the corny porn videos online. Women with big tits allowing a guy to get their cock between them, and they were absolutely engulfed, but fuck if it wasn’t the next best thing for Spencer.
With as hard as Andy’s been working to get his muscles as big as they now were, Spencer fit nicely between them. His eyes were glued to the spot. He was utterly transfixed by the sight as he also felt Andy maneuver himself to assist Spencer.
The two of them were breathing heavily as Spencer fucked his cock between Andy’s pecs, both of their hands holding on to allow him to stay in place without slipping out. His precum mixing beautifully with Andy’s mess gave him the perfectly slick slide, and grunts of pleasure were falling easily from Spencer’s lips with each thrust.
“Spence..” Andy cooed, bringing Spencer’s attention back to his face where he was gazing lovingly up at him. “Cum for me Spencer. C’mon..make a mess of me.”
Shit.
Spencer was plummeting off the edge so quickly after with that look and those words from the man he adored so much.
He moaned out into the room around them as his hips stuttered and he came across Andy’s already sticky skin. It dotted further up onto Andy’s collarbones and a bit onto his neck, a couple of drops landing on his chin as well before Spencer was completely spent. He groaned and moved himself sideways to drop onto the bed next to Andy.
Their breaths filled the silence for a while before Andy turned his head to look at Spencer, his eyes shining in the soft light of the lamp on the nightstand. Spencer searched the mattress for the forgotten bandana, carefully wiping at Andy’s chest and any of the mess he’d left on him before he was beckoning him closer with an arm around him.
“You know..I really thought I was gonna have blue balls for the rest of the tour. Didn’t think you were gonna come..relieve me.”
Spencer chuckled softly, leaning in to press a kiss to Andy’s forehead in response to his musings.
“I wasn’t going to do that to you. I couldn’t do it to myself either..” his voice spoke just above a whisper, “I love you too much to do that.”
Ah.
There it was.
‘I love you…’
Andy had heard Spencer say it before to him only a couple times since they started their little..situationship. He didn’t really know how to react the first time, and the second time he’d almost acted like it didn’t happen.
But…this time was different. His heart felt happy hearing those words from Spencer. Like things were supposed to be this way with them.
“...I love you too,” Andy replied after a beat of silence, his cheeks growing warm just as a smile bloomed over his lips. Relief looked like it came over Spencer when he said it as well, the other frontman pulling Andy into a deep, loving kiss that stole his breath away.
Only when he pulled back from the kiss did he finally let words come back to him.
“Can’t believe you made me wait all this time to hear you say that..”
“Well..you made me wait all day too.”
Spencer laid another hard kiss against Andy’s lips as their shared laughter was muffled between them.