Conditions
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shadowhiveConditions
Pairing: Jay James/Moose
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sexytimes
Notes: So it was inevitable for me to do something with Jay since he joined Kill The Lights, it just took awhile for my brain to come up with an appropriate idea but here it is.
Jay had been surprised when, a few days ago he’d had a call from Moose, saying that he wanted to come around for a visit to talk about something. It had been awhile since he had seen him and he had the distinct impression that he wasn’t here to ‘talk’.
It wouldn’t be the first time.
He looked up when he heard the doorbell ring and, when he opened the door, he wasn’t surprised that Moose was standing there. “Hey, can I come in.”
“Yeah.” He nodded and led him in to his living room, getting him a drinking and sitting down with him. For the first few minutes they made the usual small talk, how they were, what they were up to, stuff like that but there was clearly something on his mind.
“So what are you doing here, really?” Jay asks, setting his beer bottle down on the coffee table, watching him closely.
“Well, you know I’m in a new band, Kill The Lights right?” Jay nodded, settling back in his chair as he watched him. Of course he knew, how could he not? “Well…” Moose took a long drink of his beer, draining it before setting the now empty bottle on the table. “We’re in need of a new bassist. And… I know it’s a big ask, but you were the first person that I thought of.” Jay raised an eyebrow at that, wondering if it was true or if he was just saying that. “So would you join my band?”
Jay took a few moments to consider the proposal. He still remembered Moose’s role in him leaving the band and, before that, how Matt and Moose had just… fucked off and done album stuff without him and Padge. Even after so long there was still a part of him that felt bitter about it all. It was a much smaller part than it used to be, but he couldn’t deny it was still there.
And yet… he missed performing. He missed being onstage in front of people. He’d tried to start his own hands after leaving Bullet, but none of them worked out. This was a chance, probably his only one, to get that life that he missed so much back again.
It was a simple decision, one that he’d probably made as soon as Moose made the offer. “Alright.” Moose smiled and he could see the relief on his face when he agreed. “But I have conditions.”
“Yeah man, of course, name it.” Moose nodded, meeting his gaze from across the table. Jay wondered if he really meant it, but he guessed he would see.
“No fucking off and recording shit on your own. You want me in your band you treat us like a band, we do it all together.” Moose winced at the clear reminder of what happened, but he nodded. He’s sure that he could come up with more if he had the time to think but right now there is only one other thing that comes to mind. He licks his lips and meets his gaze, leaning over to him. “As for the next thing… why don’t you come with me?” Jay gets up and head up and out the room, up the stairs to his bedroom. He doesn’t have to check, he knows that Moose is following him, a thought that’s confirmed when he gets inside.
He figures that Moose is thinking that they’re going to fuck to seal the deal. And he’s right, just not in the way he’s probably thinking. As soon as he’s in room Jay easily shoves him against a wall, kissing him hard. It clearly catches him by surprise because he doesn’t respond right away, but Jay doesn’t mind, easily sliding his hands under his clothes. Jay pulled away, but only enough so he could pull Moose’s top off, casting it aside carelessly. He grins as he runs his fingers over his bare skin, enjoying the contact. It has been awhile since he’s properly been with anyone and he’s more than a little pent up.
“Jay…” Moose whispers his name and how he sounds goes straight to his dick.
“Shhh.” Jay replies, leaning in to kiss him, his fingers pinching his nipples. He swallows the sounds he makes, smirking at how his hips rock against him. When he breaks the kiss he growls low in his throughly and he digs his nails into his skin. “We’re going to fuck, but you’re not going to fuck me. Not anymore.” He reaches around him, squeezing his arse as he looks him in the eyes. “Take these off and bend over the bed.”
He takes a few steps back, giving him space, watching to see what he will do. There’s a part of him that expects him to grab his tee and leave, or for him to try and turn the tables. After all Moose has fucked him before, so many times, especially back in the Bullet days. He has to resist the memories that come up, even of the ones where he got screwed, lest the bitterness return and spoil the moment.
After a few moments Moose starts to move towards the bed, his fingers working to undo his flies, pushing his trousers and boxers down to expose the curve of his ass. Jay can’t help the grin that forms on his lips and he heads to his bedside table, grabbing the lube he finds there and quickly lubing his fingers up. “You must really be desperate to do this so easily.” He gets between his legs and reaches down, spreading his cheeks with one hand while teasing his hole with the other.
Moose let’s out a groan, shaking his head. “I… just wanted the best bassist we could get.“
Jay’s not so sure about that, but instead of questioning it he slides his slick fingers into him, moaning at the tightness. “I guess from how tight you are you’ve not been fucked by any of your new band then.” He grins down at him as he says that, twisting his fingers. Of course he might have been fucked by them before and they’ve just not seen each other in awhile because of whats been going on.
He fingers him steadily, his fingers spreading inside him to open him up. Moose moans wordlessly and Jay smirks at the sound, twisting the slick fingers, his gaze on his opening. He needs to be inside of him, his cock throbbing and he uses his other hand to undo his own flies to release it, gasping at the slight relief the freedom brings. He works a third finger in alongside the other two, enjoying the needy groan that Moose makes from it. His fingers move, his tips rubbing his walls, searching for the spot and… there. Moose cries out, clutching his sheets and he knows he’s found it. He rubs against it in circles, licking his lips. “That’s it, I bet you want to be a little bitch don’t you? And that’s what you’re going to be for me.”
“Ye… yeah.” Moose’s voice is breathless and he nods, sounding so needy it amuses him as much as it arouses him. “I want that…”
“Good boy.” He grins, sliding his fingers out of him slowly, thrusting them back in. Part of him thinks that he could do this all day, but he realistically knows he can’t. Instead when he next removes them, he takes them out all the way, enjoying the sound he makes at the loss. It’s delicious how desperate he sounds and he knows he has to be quick to lube his dick before he just slams into him.
It takes him a few moments to slick his cock, pumping it quickly a few times to spread it along his length. And then, once he’s satisfied, he lines himself up with his hole, brushing his head against it before sinking into him. It feels so good to fill a warm hole, and he knows that’s an understatement. “Fuck…” He groans as he bottoms out inside him, his hands holding his sides as he takes a breath. He allows himself a few moments to enjoy being inside him, the way his hole twitches around him.
And then he takes a breath, his fingers tightening their grip as he starts to fuck him.
He goes steadily for a few thrusts, sliding in and out of him at a pace to allow him to get used to being filled. That doesn’t last for long though, his movements becoming rougher with each slam of his hips against his ass. “I think you should touch yourself.” He growls, spitting on his bare back. “Because I sure as fuck won’t.” It’s a phrase he’s heard himself many times and there’s a certain power to being in the position to say it now.
It takes Moose seconds to shift a hand between his legs, jerking himself off. “Shit…” the drummer gasps, voice sounding broken and Jay can’t help but smirk.
His movements become much harsher once he starts doing that, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air. He growls, digging his nails into Moose’s skin, hoping that it’s hard enough to leave marks. “Yeah, you better get used to this position, because you’ll be in it a lot now.” He snaps his hips against him on every other word. “I’ll try and go easy with you so you can still drum, but no promises.”
He thinks of the times he’s been aching to shows before, where he struggled to walk, especially in the early days and he wonders how Moose would look like that. He dismisses the thought quickly, growling as he fucks him hard and deep.
“I’ll make sure the others know what a needy bitch you are for me.” He growls, knowing he won’t be able to last long before he fills him. “Maybe they’ll even want to join in. Would you like that?” Moose just groans, which he takes as a yes. “Of course you would. Fuck. Cum for me, I know you want to.”
Moose lets out a sound, a groan that is familiar to him and he knows that he has stained his sheets. It’s a hit thought and, coupled with the way his hole is now fluttering around him, it draws Jay close to the edge. He considers pulling out, cumming across his cheeks or his face, but he doesn’t. Instead he thrusts into him a few more times and then he growls, painting his insides.
It feels so good to have filled him that it takes him a long few moments to come down from it. When he does he eases out, slapping his ass wiping his dick against his other cheek. “Well that was fun. Consider me your band’s new bassist.” He slaps his other cheek before zipping himself up, stepping away from him. “I think it calls for a celebratory drink, so why don’t you get dressed and join me.” He pauses when he’s halfway to the door, looking back at him. “Oh and clean up your mess before you do.”
And with that he leaves him to go grab a drink. Oh yes, this was definitely going to be fun.
Pairing: Jay James/Moose
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sexytimes
Notes: So it was inevitable for me to do something with Jay since he joined Kill The Lights, it just took awhile for my brain to come up with an appropriate idea but here it is.
Jay had been surprised when, a few days ago he’d had a call from Moose, saying that he wanted to come around for a visit to talk about something. It had been awhile since he had seen him and he had the distinct impression that he wasn’t here to ‘talk’.
It wouldn’t be the first time.
He looked up when he heard the doorbell ring and, when he opened the door, he wasn’t surprised that Moose was standing there. “Hey, can I come in.”
“Yeah.” He nodded and led him in to his living room, getting him a drinking and sitting down with him. For the first few minutes they made the usual small talk, how they were, what they were up to, stuff like that but there was clearly something on his mind.
“So what are you doing here, really?” Jay asks, setting his beer bottle down on the coffee table, watching him closely.
“Well, you know I’m in a new band, Kill The Lights right?” Jay nodded, settling back in his chair as he watched him. Of course he knew, how could he not? “Well…” Moose took a long drink of his beer, draining it before setting the now empty bottle on the table. “We’re in need of a new bassist. And… I know it’s a big ask, but you were the first person that I thought of.” Jay raised an eyebrow at that, wondering if it was true or if he was just saying that. “So would you join my band?”
Jay took a few moments to consider the proposal. He still remembered Moose’s role in him leaving the band and, before that, how Matt and Moose had just… fucked off and done album stuff without him and Padge. Even after so long there was still a part of him that felt bitter about it all. It was a much smaller part than it used to be, but he couldn’t deny it was still there.
And yet… he missed performing. He missed being onstage in front of people. He’d tried to start his own hands after leaving Bullet, but none of them worked out. This was a chance, probably his only one, to get that life that he missed so much back again.
It was a simple decision, one that he’d probably made as soon as Moose made the offer. “Alright.” Moose smiled and he could see the relief on his face when he agreed. “But I have conditions.”
“Yeah man, of course, name it.” Moose nodded, meeting his gaze from across the table. Jay wondered if he really meant it, but he guessed he would see.
“No fucking off and recording shit on your own. You want me in your band you treat us like a band, we do it all together.” Moose winced at the clear reminder of what happened, but he nodded. He’s sure that he could come up with more if he had the time to think but right now there is only one other thing that comes to mind. He licks his lips and meets his gaze, leaning over to him. “As for the next thing… why don’t you come with me?” Jay gets up and head up and out the room, up the stairs to his bedroom. He doesn’t have to check, he knows that Moose is following him, a thought that’s confirmed when he gets inside.
He figures that Moose is thinking that they’re going to fuck to seal the deal. And he’s right, just not in the way he’s probably thinking. As soon as he’s in room Jay easily shoves him against a wall, kissing him hard. It clearly catches him by surprise because he doesn’t respond right away, but Jay doesn’t mind, easily sliding his hands under his clothes. Jay pulled away, but only enough so he could pull Moose’s top off, casting it aside carelessly. He grins as he runs his fingers over his bare skin, enjoying the contact. It has been awhile since he’s properly been with anyone and he’s more than a little pent up.
“Jay…” Moose whispers his name and how he sounds goes straight to his dick.
“Shhh.” Jay replies, leaning in to kiss him, his fingers pinching his nipples. He swallows the sounds he makes, smirking at how his hips rock against him. When he breaks the kiss he growls low in his throughly and he digs his nails into his skin. “We’re going to fuck, but you’re not going to fuck me. Not anymore.” He reaches around him, squeezing his arse as he looks him in the eyes. “Take these off and bend over the bed.”
He takes a few steps back, giving him space, watching to see what he will do. There’s a part of him that expects him to grab his tee and leave, or for him to try and turn the tables. After all Moose has fucked him before, so many times, especially back in the Bullet days. He has to resist the memories that come up, even of the ones where he got screwed, lest the bitterness return and spoil the moment.
After a few moments Moose starts to move towards the bed, his fingers working to undo his flies, pushing his trousers and boxers down to expose the curve of his ass. Jay can’t help the grin that forms on his lips and he heads to his bedside table, grabbing the lube he finds there and quickly lubing his fingers up. “You must really be desperate to do this so easily.” He gets between his legs and reaches down, spreading his cheeks with one hand while teasing his hole with the other.
Moose let’s out a groan, shaking his head. “I… just wanted the best bassist we could get.“
Jay’s not so sure about that, but instead of questioning it he slides his slick fingers into him, moaning at the tightness. “I guess from how tight you are you’ve not been fucked by any of your new band then.” He grins down at him as he says that, twisting his fingers. Of course he might have been fucked by them before and they’ve just not seen each other in awhile because of whats been going on.
He fingers him steadily, his fingers spreading inside him to open him up. Moose moans wordlessly and Jay smirks at the sound, twisting the slick fingers, his gaze on his opening. He needs to be inside of him, his cock throbbing and he uses his other hand to undo his own flies to release it, gasping at the slight relief the freedom brings. He works a third finger in alongside the other two, enjoying the needy groan that Moose makes from it. His fingers move, his tips rubbing his walls, searching for the spot and… there. Moose cries out, clutching his sheets and he knows he’s found it. He rubs against it in circles, licking his lips. “That’s it, I bet you want to be a little bitch don’t you? And that’s what you’re going to be for me.”
“Ye… yeah.” Moose’s voice is breathless and he nods, sounding so needy it amuses him as much as it arouses him. “I want that…”
“Good boy.” He grins, sliding his fingers out of him slowly, thrusting them back in. Part of him thinks that he could do this all day, but he realistically knows he can’t. Instead when he next removes them, he takes them out all the way, enjoying the sound he makes at the loss. It’s delicious how desperate he sounds and he knows he has to be quick to lube his dick before he just slams into him.
It takes him a few moments to slick his cock, pumping it quickly a few times to spread it along his length. And then, once he’s satisfied, he lines himself up with his hole, brushing his head against it before sinking into him. It feels so good to fill a warm hole, and he knows that’s an understatement. “Fuck…” He groans as he bottoms out inside him, his hands holding his sides as he takes a breath. He allows himself a few moments to enjoy being inside him, the way his hole twitches around him.
And then he takes a breath, his fingers tightening their grip as he starts to fuck him.
He goes steadily for a few thrusts, sliding in and out of him at a pace to allow him to get used to being filled. That doesn’t last for long though, his movements becoming rougher with each slam of his hips against his ass. “I think you should touch yourself.” He growls, spitting on his bare back. “Because I sure as fuck won’t.” It’s a phrase he’s heard himself many times and there’s a certain power to being in the position to say it now.
It takes Moose seconds to shift a hand between his legs, jerking himself off. “Shit…” the drummer gasps, voice sounding broken and Jay can’t help but smirk.
His movements become much harsher once he starts doing that, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air. He growls, digging his nails into Moose’s skin, hoping that it’s hard enough to leave marks. “Yeah, you better get used to this position, because you’ll be in it a lot now.” He snaps his hips against him on every other word. “I’ll try and go easy with you so you can still drum, but no promises.”
He thinks of the times he’s been aching to shows before, where he struggled to walk, especially in the early days and he wonders how Moose would look like that. He dismisses the thought quickly, growling as he fucks him hard and deep.
“I’ll make sure the others know what a needy bitch you are for me.” He growls, knowing he won’t be able to last long before he fills him. “Maybe they’ll even want to join in. Would you like that?” Moose just groans, which he takes as a yes. “Of course you would. Fuck. Cum for me, I know you want to.”
Moose lets out a sound, a groan that is familiar to him and he knows that he has stained his sheets. It’s a hit thought and, coupled with the way his hole is now fluttering around him, it draws Jay close to the edge. He considers pulling out, cumming across his cheeks or his face, but he doesn’t. Instead he thrusts into him a few more times and then he growls, painting his insides.
It feels so good to have filled him that it takes him a long few moments to come down from it. When he does he eases out, slapping his ass wiping his dick against his other cheek. “Well that was fun. Consider me your band’s new bassist.” He slaps his other cheek before zipping himself up, stepping away from him. “I think it calls for a celebratory drink, so why don’t you get dressed and join me.” He pauses when he’s halfway to the door, looking back at him. “Oh and clean up your mess before you do.”
And with that he leaves him to go grab a drink. Oh yes, this was definitely going to be fun.
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