One For The Road
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shadowhiveOne For The Road
Pairing: Darran Smith/Rich Boucher
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Held down
Warnings: Sexytimes
Notes: I’ve not ficced FFAF in ages, but seeing their new pic from Slam Dunk made me think things (Darran is the one all in black in 5e middle, Rich is the one behind him)
It had felt really strange to be on stage again. Darran thought that those last few dates had been the last ever times he’d be on stage, performing theses songs, but when the guys wanted to do a few more shows, well he couldn’t deny it had been fun.
And then the pandemic had happened and everything had become a lot less certain. Plans were changed, dates rescheduled and Darran knew that it was possible those dates could be put back again. In fact before they arrived at the venue for the first show yesterday, he was sure that they’d get a call saying it would be postponed or cancelled. Even today he’d heard one of the other bands had to pull out despite playing the prior day because one of their crew tested positive. It was strange, having a level of anxiety that he’d never experienced before a gig.
Now, though, their set was over and Darran was heading back to his room in the hotel, not really wanting to be around people and being social. He was still buzzing from the performance though, adrenaline thrumming through his veins. Maybe he could have a wank or something, to release that energy.
He was almost at his room when he heard a voice from further down the corridor. “Hey man, wait up.” He recognised the voice before he turned his head, it was his fellow band mate Rich. He seemed to be wearing as little as possible, his shorts showing off his legs and his sleeveless top displaying his strong tattooed arms. “Mind if I hang out with you? If you don’t already have plans?”
Darran looked him up and down, taking in the sight of him and he just knew what he was asking without asking. His lips quirked into a smirk behind his mask and he nodded. “Sure.” He returned his attention back to his door, using his keycard to open it before stepping inside.
As soon as he was inside he reached up, unhooking the mask from around his face, taking a breath as he pulled it off. He stuffed the fabric into his pocket as he heard Rich follow him inside, the door closing behind him. When he turned to face him Rich had done the same with his own mask, revealing his lockdown beard. Darran was still a little bit uncertain about that, but maybe it would be gone by the time of the tour in a few months.
“So, did you want to hang out or…” Darran didn’t even get to finish his sentence before Rich was pulling his top up and over his head. It was soon cast aside, onto one of the room’s chairs, exposing Rich’s toned body, decorated with his ink and his nipple piercings glinting in the light. “Works for me.” Darran smirked, reaching down to remove his own black tee, tossing away as soon as it was off. The contrast between them was obvious. Darran’s body was softer, rounder, much less muscular and his skin was bare of ink. One day he’d get something, but he’d never been able to settle on anything.
As Rich pushed his shorts down, Darran undid the zipper of his fly, before sliding his jeans down his legs to pool around his ankles. His underwear soon followed and Darran stepped out of them before kicking them to one side, leaving him naked apart from his shoes. Rich was in the same state, taking in the sight of him, his cock twitching between his legs. Darran couldn’t help but smirk as he looked at him. “Why don’t you show me how much you want it?”
In moments Rich closed the distance between them and sank down to his knees in front of him. He kissed each of his thighs, the hairs of his beard tickling his skin, before parting his lips and taking him into his mouth. Darran wasn’t fully hard yet, but he knew he would be soon with the way Rich’s lips and tongue were working around him.
He knew that most people would probably be surprised by this, that if they saw them they’d expect their roles to be reversed. Mostly that was based on Rich’s appearance and how with his tattoos and muscles he would be a top. And yes, he could fuck, Darran knew that from experience, but he also knew that Rich loved being in this place, down on his knees sucking cock, or bent over taking it up the ass. Darran couldn’t help but smirk at that, letting out a groan as his cock swelled in the warm, wet heat of Rich’s mouth.
His fingers soon found their way to Rich’s hair, which was too short for his taste, and he held on. His grip was only loose, letting Rich continue to go at his own pace. Their eyes met as Rich suckled him and the needy look in his eyes almost made Darran tighten his grip and fuck his face until he came. Almost.
Instead Darran held onto him and pushed him away until he slipped off his cock, a disappointed sound leaving his lips. Darran chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “On the bed on your back. Now.” He didn’t need to say the last word, as Rich was already getting off his knees the second he’d let go of his hair. The eagerness was amusing and Darran couldn’t help but chuckle again as he made his way towards his tour bag, unzipping one of the side pockets and pulling out his lube. It paid to be prepared, even though he hadn’t expected to get any action for these two dates.
By the time he turned around Rich was laying on the bed, his legs hanging off the edge. Darran made his way between them, slicking his fingers up as he went, his tongue darting across his lips. “You look so pretty like this. You missed your calling.” He smirked and set the lube down by his thigh, reaching down to spread his cheeks and reveal his hole. He licked his lips at the sight of the twitching opening, before sliding two fingers into him, enjoying the gasp he made.
He sank both slick fingers into him fully, giving him just a few moments before starting to move them. It was a mixture of spreading them inside him as well as sliding them in and out, getting him nice and open for. Every so often Rich would moan, especially when his fingertips caught his spot, which made him smirk. “Such a needy little slut.” He licked his lips, giving his fingers a twist. “I bet you wish you were bent over somewhere, taking dick from everyone that performed today until you were aching and leaking.” Rich just moaned and Darran suspected from the way his eyes were fluttering that he was picturing it. Maybe that was something they could do, if Download happened. “Yeah you’d like that wouldn’t you? Desperate whore.” He didn’t give him chance to respond, thrusting his third finger alongside the other two, twisting them inside him.
After spreading the three fingers a few more times he decided he was ready and he removed all of them, making him whine again. “Such a needy thing aren’t you?” He chuckled and grabbed the lube again, slicking himself up. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fully again soon enough.” He pumped his cock a few times, making sure to spread the lube all over himself, as well as a few more just to prolong it and tease him.
Satisfied, Darran stepped between his legs, pressing the head against Rich’s open hole. He took a breath, then thrust his hips, filling him up in one thrust. Rich groaned beneath him, his fingers gripping onto the bedsheets either side of him. Darran couldn’t help but think how pretty he looked like this, the sheen of sweat on his skin making his tattoos shine. “You look so hot like this.” He whispered the words done to him, before starting to move his hips, rocking back and then thrusting back inside of him.
“Mmm you look so hot.” He groaned the words as his hands found their way to Rich’s thighs, holding on as he started to set a rhythm. “You were made for this weren’t you? Meant to take cock, like a pretty human fleshlight.” He held onto him tighter, his nails digging into his skin. Rich just moaned, his head nodding along to his words. “I bet you want me to touch you don’t you? But you’ll have to say the words.”
It took Rich a few moments, gasping between Darran’s thrusts but he finally spoke, his words breathless. “Pl… please. Touch me. Jerk me off….”
Darran chuckled softly but complied, wrapping his lube slick fingers around his cock, starting to stroke his dick. It was almost amusing, how desperate a whore he was, because he had such a big cock. He licked his lips, pumping him steadily, looking between his shaft and how Rich’s head was tipped back, his eyelids fluttering. “I bet it won’t take much for you to paint your chest.” He thrust into him roughly, squeezing his fingers. He could see how shiny the tip of his cock was already. “So needy.” He slammed into him again as he spoke, digging the nails of his other hand into his thigh. “We’ll have to get the other guys to come bang you before we head back home. I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you? To be our desperate cum dump.” Rich let out a needy sound, his hips thrusting against his hand and he knew he was close. “I bet you’d feel it for days once we’re through with you.” Rich whined and then he spilled all over himself, painting his belly in his cum.
“That’s it…” Darran whispered, enjoying the way his hole squeezes around him as he rode out his orgasm. “Such a needy slut even the thought of being used gets you off.” He smirks down at him, before pulling out of him, his cock aching between his legs. He was sure Rich would whine at the loss if he wasn’t panting for breath. Darran climbed onto the bed, straddling his chest and aiming his cock for him face, taking himself in hand and starting to stroke himself. He knew it wouldn’t take too long, between the earlier blowjob and the way Rich’s ass felt around him. Rich was watching him, lips parted and needy and Darran could tell that he wanted to close the distance and blow him again. To stop him his free hand pressed against his forehead, holding him down against the sheets. “Be good and stay still.” Darran gasped, his own voice sounding needy as he rocked against his hand.
It didn’t take long, only a mere handful of strokes, for him to cum himself, angling his cock so he spilled over his beard. He couldn’t help but smirk at the sight, licking his lips once he’d finished, wiping his head against the course hairs. “Mmm you look like a proper slut.” He let go of him, then shifted off him, laying beside him to catch his breath.
Without being told Rich was running his fingers through the mess he’d made over himself, licking the wetness away and smiling. “Thank you.” He smiled, shifting up the bed until he was laying properly on it.
“You’re welcome slut.” Darran smiled back at him, reaching up to pet his hair fondly. It was definitely good to be back.
Pairing: Darran Smith/Rich Boucher
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Held down
Warnings: Sexytimes
Notes: I’ve not ficced FFAF in ages, but seeing their new pic from Slam Dunk made me think things (Darran is the one all in black in 5e middle, Rich is the one behind him)
It had felt really strange to be on stage again. Darran thought that those last few dates had been the last ever times he’d be on stage, performing theses songs, but when the guys wanted to do a few more shows, well he couldn’t deny it had been fun.
And then the pandemic had happened and everything had become a lot less certain. Plans were changed, dates rescheduled and Darran knew that it was possible those dates could be put back again. In fact before they arrived at the venue for the first show yesterday, he was sure that they’d get a call saying it would be postponed or cancelled. Even today he’d heard one of the other bands had to pull out despite playing the prior day because one of their crew tested positive. It was strange, having a level of anxiety that he’d never experienced before a gig.
Now, though, their set was over and Darran was heading back to his room in the hotel, not really wanting to be around people and being social. He was still buzzing from the performance though, adrenaline thrumming through his veins. Maybe he could have a wank or something, to release that energy.
He was almost at his room when he heard a voice from further down the corridor. “Hey man, wait up.” He recognised the voice before he turned his head, it was his fellow band mate Rich. He seemed to be wearing as little as possible, his shorts showing off his legs and his sleeveless top displaying his strong tattooed arms. “Mind if I hang out with you? If you don’t already have plans?”
Darran looked him up and down, taking in the sight of him and he just knew what he was asking without asking. His lips quirked into a smirk behind his mask and he nodded. “Sure.” He returned his attention back to his door, using his keycard to open it before stepping inside.
As soon as he was inside he reached up, unhooking the mask from around his face, taking a breath as he pulled it off. He stuffed the fabric into his pocket as he heard Rich follow him inside, the door closing behind him. When he turned to face him Rich had done the same with his own mask, revealing his lockdown beard. Darran was still a little bit uncertain about that, but maybe it would be gone by the time of the tour in a few months.
“So, did you want to hang out or…” Darran didn’t even get to finish his sentence before Rich was pulling his top up and over his head. It was soon cast aside, onto one of the room’s chairs, exposing Rich’s toned body, decorated with his ink and his nipple piercings glinting in the light. “Works for me.” Darran smirked, reaching down to remove his own black tee, tossing away as soon as it was off. The contrast between them was obvious. Darran’s body was softer, rounder, much less muscular and his skin was bare of ink. One day he’d get something, but he’d never been able to settle on anything.
As Rich pushed his shorts down, Darran undid the zipper of his fly, before sliding his jeans down his legs to pool around his ankles. His underwear soon followed and Darran stepped out of them before kicking them to one side, leaving him naked apart from his shoes. Rich was in the same state, taking in the sight of him, his cock twitching between his legs. Darran couldn’t help but smirk as he looked at him. “Why don’t you show me how much you want it?”
In moments Rich closed the distance between them and sank down to his knees in front of him. He kissed each of his thighs, the hairs of his beard tickling his skin, before parting his lips and taking him into his mouth. Darran wasn’t fully hard yet, but he knew he would be soon with the way Rich’s lips and tongue were working around him.
He knew that most people would probably be surprised by this, that if they saw them they’d expect their roles to be reversed. Mostly that was based on Rich’s appearance and how with his tattoos and muscles he would be a top. And yes, he could fuck, Darran knew that from experience, but he also knew that Rich loved being in this place, down on his knees sucking cock, or bent over taking it up the ass. Darran couldn’t help but smirk at that, letting out a groan as his cock swelled in the warm, wet heat of Rich’s mouth.
His fingers soon found their way to Rich’s hair, which was too short for his taste, and he held on. His grip was only loose, letting Rich continue to go at his own pace. Their eyes met as Rich suckled him and the needy look in his eyes almost made Darran tighten his grip and fuck his face until he came. Almost.
Instead Darran held onto him and pushed him away until he slipped off his cock, a disappointed sound leaving his lips. Darran chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “On the bed on your back. Now.” He didn’t need to say the last word, as Rich was already getting off his knees the second he’d let go of his hair. The eagerness was amusing and Darran couldn’t help but chuckle again as he made his way towards his tour bag, unzipping one of the side pockets and pulling out his lube. It paid to be prepared, even though he hadn’t expected to get any action for these two dates.
By the time he turned around Rich was laying on the bed, his legs hanging off the edge. Darran made his way between them, slicking his fingers up as he went, his tongue darting across his lips. “You look so pretty like this. You missed your calling.” He smirked and set the lube down by his thigh, reaching down to spread his cheeks and reveal his hole. He licked his lips at the sight of the twitching opening, before sliding two fingers into him, enjoying the gasp he made.
He sank both slick fingers into him fully, giving him just a few moments before starting to move them. It was a mixture of spreading them inside him as well as sliding them in and out, getting him nice and open for. Every so often Rich would moan, especially when his fingertips caught his spot, which made him smirk. “Such a needy little slut.” He licked his lips, giving his fingers a twist. “I bet you wish you were bent over somewhere, taking dick from everyone that performed today until you were aching and leaking.” Rich just moaned and Darran suspected from the way his eyes were fluttering that he was picturing it. Maybe that was something they could do, if Download happened. “Yeah you’d like that wouldn’t you? Desperate whore.” He didn’t give him chance to respond, thrusting his third finger alongside the other two, twisting them inside him.
After spreading the three fingers a few more times he decided he was ready and he removed all of them, making him whine again. “Such a needy thing aren’t you?” He chuckled and grabbed the lube again, slicking himself up. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fully again soon enough.” He pumped his cock a few times, making sure to spread the lube all over himself, as well as a few more just to prolong it and tease him.
Satisfied, Darran stepped between his legs, pressing the head against Rich’s open hole. He took a breath, then thrust his hips, filling him up in one thrust. Rich groaned beneath him, his fingers gripping onto the bedsheets either side of him. Darran couldn’t help but think how pretty he looked like this, the sheen of sweat on his skin making his tattoos shine. “You look so hot like this.” He whispered the words done to him, before starting to move his hips, rocking back and then thrusting back inside of him.
“Mmm you look so hot.” He groaned the words as his hands found their way to Rich’s thighs, holding on as he started to set a rhythm. “You were made for this weren’t you? Meant to take cock, like a pretty human fleshlight.” He held onto him tighter, his nails digging into his skin. Rich just moaned, his head nodding along to his words. “I bet you want me to touch you don’t you? But you’ll have to say the words.”
It took Rich a few moments, gasping between Darran’s thrusts but he finally spoke, his words breathless. “Pl… please. Touch me. Jerk me off….”
Darran chuckled softly but complied, wrapping his lube slick fingers around his cock, starting to stroke his dick. It was almost amusing, how desperate a whore he was, because he had such a big cock. He licked his lips, pumping him steadily, looking between his shaft and how Rich’s head was tipped back, his eyelids fluttering. “I bet it won’t take much for you to paint your chest.” He thrust into him roughly, squeezing his fingers. He could see how shiny the tip of his cock was already. “So needy.” He slammed into him again as he spoke, digging the nails of his other hand into his thigh. “We’ll have to get the other guys to come bang you before we head back home. I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you? To be our desperate cum dump.” Rich let out a needy sound, his hips thrusting against his hand and he knew he was close. “I bet you’d feel it for days once we’re through with you.” Rich whined and then he spilled all over himself, painting his belly in his cum.
“That’s it…” Darran whispered, enjoying the way his hole squeezes around him as he rode out his orgasm. “Such a needy slut even the thought of being used gets you off.” He smirks down at him, before pulling out of him, his cock aching between his legs. He was sure Rich would whine at the loss if he wasn’t panting for breath. Darran climbed onto the bed, straddling his chest and aiming his cock for him face, taking himself in hand and starting to stroke himself. He knew it wouldn’t take too long, between the earlier blowjob and the way Rich’s ass felt around him. Rich was watching him, lips parted and needy and Darran could tell that he wanted to close the distance and blow him again. To stop him his free hand pressed against his forehead, holding him down against the sheets. “Be good and stay still.” Darran gasped, his own voice sounding needy as he rocked against his hand.
It didn’t take long, only a mere handful of strokes, for him to cum himself, angling his cock so he spilled over his beard. He couldn’t help but smirk at the sight, licking his lips once he’d finished, wiping his head against the course hairs. “Mmm you look like a proper slut.” He let go of him, then shifted off him, laying beside him to catch his breath.
Without being told Rich was running his fingers through the mess he’d made over himself, licking the wetness away and smiling. “Thank you.” He smiled, shifting up the bed until he was laying properly on it.
“You’re welcome slut.” Darran smiled back at him, reaching up to pet his hair fondly. It was definitely good to be back.
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Date: 2021-09-17 06:38 pm (UTC)I can't decide if I like controlling or slutty Rich best. Both are nice. I kinda like the idea of Darran and Rich needing to let out their pent up energy and fuck each other after so long not being able to do anything or anyone! And how Darran alluded to getting everyone else to join in, as if they were about to get back into a routine :p
This was great, Rich/Darran is always a nice pairing.
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Date: 2021-09-17 07:03 pm (UTC)Oh I’m with you there. I always liked the stuff you’d do with him and how well you’d bring out whichever side of him you were writing. Oh yeah exactly, it’s a hot thought the pair of them being all pent up! I had the image of that one video, where Rich is passed out and they draw on his face
Thanks! They really are🖤
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Date: 2021-09-17 08:09 pm (UTC)no subject
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