A Matter Of Time
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shadowhiveA Matter Of Time
Pairing: Geoff Wigington/Seapeekay
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Just smut, some dirty talk, some feels
Notes: So seapeekay saw parx again, and had dinner with him, then was at the gig (though no pics together just yet). So naturally I decided to do a quick thing with them (taking over from my myriad of WIPs) which was intended to be just smut but ended up… this
(Not sold on the title really but it is what it is and I’ve gotta go soon to the gig) also damn another fic that’s not for the table😂
Geoff had never been more glad that the hotel room Waterparks had for tonight’s show was just around the corner from the venue. Usually he didn’t like places that close, because there would inevitably be fans there. It’s not that he minded sharing a hotel with them, it just meant it made it awkward when he rode elevators or had dinner or breakfast. He didn’t mind signing stuff or getting a selfie, but it meant he didn’t have the downtime he wanted from a hotel night.
Tonight, though, he was glad for it, because he didn’t have time.
When the tour had been planned he’d been glad that the last day was in London, because it meant he could spend a few days with the man he was currently walking with to his hotel room. Unfortunately for him the assumption that they could spend time together had backfired.
Callum had commitments, obligations. He was booked for an event all the way in Birmingham so they couldn’t stay together. When he’d told him Geoff had kicked himself, but he wasn’t going to make him cancel his plans for him.
So instead of a few days to enjoy each other’s company now all they had was a few hours. Thankfully they had dinner the week prior, where they were able to catch up, so it didn’t feel quite so rushed that he was doing this now.
After using his keycard, he pushed opened his hotel room door, slipping the plastic in the slot to turn on the lights. They illuminated the room instantly and he offered the other man a slight smile. It wasn’t some flashy room that someone might have expected a rockstar to have, it was a simple bedroom with an en suite. It didn’t matter really, he’d been in better and far worse and it suited his purposes.
As soon as the door was pushed closed he pushed Callum against it, kissing him hard. It caught the other man off guard, but his lips parted, admitting his tongue.
Hands were roaming Geoff’s body as he explored his mouth, pushing off his jacket. Geoff shifted his arms from him, letting him push it off, feeling it drop to the floor. When he broke the kiss for air his hands were back on Callum, working to remove his clothes quickly, jacket and t-shirt tossed onto the nearest chair.
The moment skin was exposed his lips were back on him, kissing and sucking in his neck. “Fuck…” The word left Callum’s lips, coming out breathy, desperate. Geoff had to fight the urge to bite, to leave his mark on him, knowing people would see. That thought made him want to do it more, so he pulled away.
“Strip.” Geoff stepped away from him, starting to follow his own suggestion, removing his t-shirt, casting it aside, reaching down and undoing his fly. If there was more time he’d have gotten Callum to do it, maybe with his teeth. The image in his mind made his dick ache, a memory from their last encounter. Too bad they couldn’t replicate it now.
Once Geoff’s pants were off he knelt down, got his shoes and socks off, leaving them by the door. He avoided looking at Callum, padding to his bag in just his underwear. He knelt down beside it, unzipping one of the side pouches, removing the bottle of lube he found there. Again there was that wish that they could do more. He’d love to see Callum handcuffed, with a gag in his mouth, collar round his throat, something filling him open. Alas Geoff wasn’t confident enough to have a bag of tricks unlike some people. Knowing his look it’d get flagged by airport security, or Awsten would go snooping. Instead lube would have to do.
He set it beside the bed, in easy reach, then climbed on it, lying down, watching.
Callum was in his underwear now, had gathered his clothes on one chair. Ready, no doubt, for when this was over. He swallowed down the sad pang that came with that, couldn’t let it ruin the moment.
Geoff watched as his fingers hooked under his waistband, pushing them down slowly, almost teasingly. Callum wiggled his hips, his dark boxers slipping to the floor. The sight went straight to Geoff’s dick and he took a moment to admire the other man, really take him in.
His eyes were first drawn to his arms, covered in ink. He’d have to study them one day, ask him what all of them meant. Some he could probably guess at, but he found asking was more fun, could tell you more about the person too. His face was covered in stubble, but his slim body was smooth. His gaze roamed over his chest, going lower to his dick. It was as hard as his own, though not quite as big, but still a nice size.
Callum’s hand shifted, catching his attention as it moved behind himself. Geoff was confused why for a second, until it was followed by a slick sound that he could hear from there in the quiet room.
“You wore that the whole time? In the pit?”
Geoff wasn’t sure if he should be impressed, amused or concerned. He settled on a secret fourth option, aroused.
“Yeah.” Callum replied, a slight blush to his cheeks as he riddled with the plug in his hand. “I wasn’t sure how much time we’d have together you know, figured it’d make things easier.”
Geoff stretched out his hand and Callum offered it to him, letting him examine it. It was a decent sized plug, bright red which felt fitting. It was a few inches, big enough to stretch him open. He set it on the bedside table, right beside the lube.
His fingers went between his legs, giving his bulge a squeeze, letting him know how turned on the whole thing made him. His fingers hooked under the waistband, of his boxers and he shifted his legs up as he pushed them down and off.
“How do you wanna do this?” He asked, voice soft as he looked back at Callum, his eyes taking in the sight of him. Geoff reclined back on the bed, legs parting, letting Callum take in the view.
Callum looked thoughtful, probably picturing what position he wanted. Geoff wondered if he’d had one in mind, had touched himself thinking of being bent over, Geoff balls deep claiming him.
“Wanna ride you.” Callum said finally, though it had probably only been moments. He joined Geoff on the bed, climbing onto it, crawling up until they were face to face. “Is that ok?”
Geoff found himself nodding, feeling like one of those bobble headed dolls. “More than ok.” He wouldn’t have asked if he wasn’t willing to do this however he’d wanted.
They shared another kiss, quick and almost chaste, compared to their last one. Callum reached over for the lube, squeezing some onto his fingers and bought them down between Geoff’s legs. He wrapped his hand around his cock, a groan escaping Geoff’s lips as he pumped him a few times. “Fuck.” Geoff whispered, eyes lidding a little. He was good with his hands, wondered if that came from gaming or the fact he used to be a guitarist too. He gave him a few slick pumps than shifted, repositioning himself so he was straddling him but Geoff placed his hand on his chest, stopping him before he sank down.
“Just a sec yeah?” Now it was Geoff’s turn, slicking his fingers, reaching around to find his opening. It was easy to find, open from the plug and he wasted no time, thrusting his fingers inside him, enjoying the moan he made.
If things were different he’d have took his time with him, starting with one finger, working his way up to two, then three. Really tease him open. Instead he just spread and twist his fingers quickly, getting the lube spread inside him, smiling when an extra loud moan left his lips. He could make it quick, make it good too.
He spread and twist his fingers a few more times before removing them, his fingers circling the base of his cock, angling it up for him. “We’re good to go now.”
Callum grinned, wasting no time, sinking down on his dick. Geoff couldn’t help but groan, his fingers shifting to his thighs. It felt so good to be inside him, though it was so much better than simply good.
Callum sank down on him fully, taking a moment to get used to him, low moans leaving his throat. Geoff wanted to reach up, stuff his fingers between them, wondered how they’d look stretched around a gag. He shook the thought from his head, a distraction from the reality of what was happening.
Above him Callum started to move, lifting himself up, making Geoff sigh as his cock left him, followed by a moan as he went back down. It was hot, watching him move up and down on him, taking a few tries before he started to set a rhythm.
Geoff licked his lips, fingers holding onto Callum’s thighs, just as an anchor, not to control his movements. For the first few bounces the room was filled with just the sounds of them, soft gasps, moans, skin slapping against skin. Geoff would’ve been content to let it just be that, but he felt the urge to say something, to add words to it, let him know how he looked, how it felt.
“You look so good like this.” His words came out breathy, slightly awed. “Bouncing on my cock like you were made for it.”
“Fuck Geoff.” Callum’s movements stuttered, losing the rhythm he’d set up and Geoff smirked.
“You like that huh? Like being told how good you look on me?” Callum nodded, a needy groan left his lips. Geoff shifted one of his hands from his thigh, fingers trailing over his belly, up his chest to circle his nipple as he spoke. “It’s true. You do look so good riding me.” He pinched his nipple, making him gasp. “Bet you’ve thought about it a lot too right? Jerked yourself off thinking about it, maybe even fucked yourself with something imagining it’s me.” That thought made Geoff jerk his hips up to meet his ass, despite him wanting to stay still.
Callum nodded, a confirmation. “Yeah, I have. Got myself aa dildo, used it, thought of you each time.” Geoff’s brain short circuited a little at that, the image flashing in his mind. Callum on his bed, legs spread, toy buried between his cheeks, one hand working his cock while the other used it to fuck himself.
Fuck.
Focus. He’d have time to think about that image later.
“Good boy training yourself for me.” His hand shifted, circling and tweaking the other nipple. “I bet you’d love to be a slut for my cock yeah? Join us on tour, take me whenever I get hard. You’d look so good like this, riding me in the back of the bus.”
Callum lips parted, head tilting back, exposing his neck as he moaned. The rhythm hee started with was long gone now, the bounces on his cock completely erratic. Not that Geoff minded one bit. “Fuck… yeah, I’d love that to be your tour slut.”
Geoff grinned up at him, filing that away. Of course it could just be sex talk, not serious but there was always the chance he could make it happen for real. “You wanna be only mine?” He asked, voice low, the hand still on his thigh inching up slowly. “Or do you wanna be the whole bands cockslut?” There was an appeal to either option, the thought of either sneaking around or making Awsten and Otto listen to them fuck, no doubt jerking off from the sounds. Or the alternative, having Callum on his knees, the three of them surrounding him, jerking off until they came over his face. Or watching as Otto fucked him, Geoff feeding his cock between his lips, Awsten bouncing on him.
Callum was nodding again. “Fuck…”
“Good boys use their words.” Geoff whispered, voice low, the tip of his thumb catching the soft sac of his balls. “Tell me what you want.”
Callum slowed his movements until he stilled completed, fully seated on Geoff’s cock, taking a few breaths to steady himself. “Want that. Either. Both. Whatever you want.”
Geoff pinched his nipple again, drawing a gasp. “That wasn’t the question. What do you want.”
“All of you.” He gasped out, circling his hips before starting to move again. “Wanna be fucked and used so hard, so much that I can’t think, that I forget my own name, that all that matters is pleasing you all. But…” He let out a groan as Geoff’s hand wrapped around his dick.
“But?” Geoff questioned, slowly starting to stroke him, looking him in the eyes. He looked so needy, covered in a sheen of sweat, lips constantly parted to let out moans. He wondered when was the last time he’d taken something, someone that wasn’t his own fingers.
“But…” He took a breath, his hands on Geoff’s chest, bracing himself as he moved a little faster. “Wanna come back into your bunk every night. Sleep beside you, wake next to you.”
That made Geoff smile, his heart ache a little. He didn’t expect the dirty talk to turn sweet. He couldn’t deny that he’d love the thought of waking up next to a warm body and he better he’d be able to fit them in together.
“Yeah that’d be good, I’d like that. Love that.” His hand moved a little faster, squeezing his fingers around him. More needy sounds came from above. “I want you to be a good boy and cum for me. Show me how much you want it.“
As a musician in a band Geoff had come to know that there was real power in words, that they could make someone feel strongly, that they could save people or make them cry. So Geoff wasn’t surprised at the effect his words had on him, at the way Callum’s body shook, thrusting up into his hand as he came over him. “That’s it, such a good boy.”
Geoff smiled stroking him through it, loved watching how he trembled about him. He stopped moving again but that was ok, his orgasm was making his hole spasm around him, pulling Geoff closer to his own peak.
He let go of him, dragged his fingers through the mess on his belly, an impressive splash of pearly wetness on his skin. He bought it to his lips, getting a taste of him and that was what set him off, painting Callum’s insides.
“Fuck…” Callum stared down at him, wide eyed, his breath coming out in soft pants.
“Mmm.” Geoff murmured in reply, reaching up to lift him up his softening cock, laying him down on his side. He reached over, grabbed the plug and eased it back into him, hearing him let out a soft sigh. Then he wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close. Callum’s fingers lazily went through the mess on his belly, getting a taste of himself. If he hadn’t just came Geoff might have gotten hard, but all his softening cock could manage was a slight twitch.
“That was…” Callum whispered finally, after placing a kiss on his chest.
“It was.” Geoff kissed his hair, content to hold him. They didn’t have much time left now and he wanted to enjoy the time like this, not wanting to make plans about the things he said. That could come later when they weren’t in a post orgasmic haze.
He had to fight the urge just hold him close, to drift off to sleep beside him. Fucking had taken all his post gig energy, even though it was Callum that had been the one doing all the work. It would be nice to fall asleep with him, but he’d hate to wake to an empty bed which is what would likely happen. Better to stay up until he went.
That led him to the question, one he didn’t want to ask but knew he had to. “When do you have to go?”
Callum turned, looking at the clock on the bedside table, it’s illuminated numbers a bright green. “Soon. I can stay an hour maybe, tops.” He looked at Geoff, apologetic and it made his heart ache again. “I’m sorry. I’d love to stay the night but…”
“I get it.” He really did. He knew it would be better for Callum to sleep in his own bed at his apartment, where his his travel things would be ready to go, rather than have to rush there in the morning before getting the train. Still just because he got it didn’t mean it didn’t make him sad, he just tried not to show it. “There’s always next time year?” His hands stroked lazy circles on his back as he said that.
“Yeah.” Callum nodded, a slight smile on his lips. “Next time.” It felt like a promise and Geoff hoped that it was.
They stayed like that for awhile, holding each other in comfortable silence, before Callum finally shifted, getting to his feet. “I should go.” He sounded apologetic again. “Before I succumb to the comfort and sleep.”
Geoff nodded again, understanding and Callum leaned down, kissing his cheek before going to dress. Geoff sat up to watch him, catching sight of the end of the plug as he bent over to grab his clothes. It didn’t take him long for his skin to be covered and soon he was ready to leave.
“Wait.” Geoff got up, reached for the tote bag he’d filled and left beside his bag, handing it up over to him. “Some merch, can’t let you go without something.”
Callum grinned, looking genuinely appreciative as he joked. “I fucked the guitarist from Waterparks and all I got is some band merch.” He leaned in and kissed him, soft, all too brief. For the best, Geoff wasn’t sure if he’d be able to resist pulling. Him back to bed if it was more passionate. “I kid, I really do appreciate this. And you.”
“Me too.” Geoff replied, a slight smile on his lips. “We’ll be back soon though, I’ll let you know when we have dates.”
“Awesome, I can’t wait.” Callum’s fingers caressed his own, then he pulled him into a hug. “I’ll see you then.”
Geoff nodded and then he was gone, slipping out the door into the hotel, then into the city, then home.
Geoff smiled, then sighed, then climbed back into bed, pulling the covers over him, allowing sleep to take him over at last.
Pairing: Geoff Wigington/Seapeekay
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Just smut, some dirty talk, some feels
Notes: So seapeekay saw parx again, and had dinner with him, then was at the gig (though no pics together just yet). So naturally I decided to do a quick thing with them (taking over from my myriad of WIPs) which was intended to be just smut but ended up… this
(Not sold on the title really but it is what it is and I’ve gotta go soon to the gig) also damn another fic that’s not for the table😂
Geoff had never been more glad that the hotel room Waterparks had for tonight’s show was just around the corner from the venue. Usually he didn’t like places that close, because there would inevitably be fans there. It’s not that he minded sharing a hotel with them, it just meant it made it awkward when he rode elevators or had dinner or breakfast. He didn’t mind signing stuff or getting a selfie, but it meant he didn’t have the downtime he wanted from a hotel night.
Tonight, though, he was glad for it, because he didn’t have time.
When the tour had been planned he’d been glad that the last day was in London, because it meant he could spend a few days with the man he was currently walking with to his hotel room. Unfortunately for him the assumption that they could spend time together had backfired.
Callum had commitments, obligations. He was booked for an event all the way in Birmingham so they couldn’t stay together. When he’d told him Geoff had kicked himself, but he wasn’t going to make him cancel his plans for him.
So instead of a few days to enjoy each other’s company now all they had was a few hours. Thankfully they had dinner the week prior, where they were able to catch up, so it didn’t feel quite so rushed that he was doing this now.
After using his keycard, he pushed opened his hotel room door, slipping the plastic in the slot to turn on the lights. They illuminated the room instantly and he offered the other man a slight smile. It wasn’t some flashy room that someone might have expected a rockstar to have, it was a simple bedroom with an en suite. It didn’t matter really, he’d been in better and far worse and it suited his purposes.
As soon as the door was pushed closed he pushed Callum against it, kissing him hard. It caught the other man off guard, but his lips parted, admitting his tongue.
Hands were roaming Geoff’s body as he explored his mouth, pushing off his jacket. Geoff shifted his arms from him, letting him push it off, feeling it drop to the floor. When he broke the kiss for air his hands were back on Callum, working to remove his clothes quickly, jacket and t-shirt tossed onto the nearest chair.
The moment skin was exposed his lips were back on him, kissing and sucking in his neck. “Fuck…” The word left Callum’s lips, coming out breathy, desperate. Geoff had to fight the urge to bite, to leave his mark on him, knowing people would see. That thought made him want to do it more, so he pulled away.
“Strip.” Geoff stepped away from him, starting to follow his own suggestion, removing his t-shirt, casting it aside, reaching down and undoing his fly. If there was more time he’d have gotten Callum to do it, maybe with his teeth. The image in his mind made his dick ache, a memory from their last encounter. Too bad they couldn’t replicate it now.
Once Geoff’s pants were off he knelt down, got his shoes and socks off, leaving them by the door. He avoided looking at Callum, padding to his bag in just his underwear. He knelt down beside it, unzipping one of the side pouches, removing the bottle of lube he found there. Again there was that wish that they could do more. He’d love to see Callum handcuffed, with a gag in his mouth, collar round his throat, something filling him open. Alas Geoff wasn’t confident enough to have a bag of tricks unlike some people. Knowing his look it’d get flagged by airport security, or Awsten would go snooping. Instead lube would have to do.
He set it beside the bed, in easy reach, then climbed on it, lying down, watching.
Callum was in his underwear now, had gathered his clothes on one chair. Ready, no doubt, for when this was over. He swallowed down the sad pang that came with that, couldn’t let it ruin the moment.
Geoff watched as his fingers hooked under his waistband, pushing them down slowly, almost teasingly. Callum wiggled his hips, his dark boxers slipping to the floor. The sight went straight to Geoff’s dick and he took a moment to admire the other man, really take him in.
His eyes were first drawn to his arms, covered in ink. He’d have to study them one day, ask him what all of them meant. Some he could probably guess at, but he found asking was more fun, could tell you more about the person too. His face was covered in stubble, but his slim body was smooth. His gaze roamed over his chest, going lower to his dick. It was as hard as his own, though not quite as big, but still a nice size.
Callum’s hand shifted, catching his attention as it moved behind himself. Geoff was confused why for a second, until it was followed by a slick sound that he could hear from there in the quiet room.
“You wore that the whole time? In the pit?”
Geoff wasn’t sure if he should be impressed, amused or concerned. He settled on a secret fourth option, aroused.
“Yeah.” Callum replied, a slight blush to his cheeks as he riddled with the plug in his hand. “I wasn’t sure how much time we’d have together you know, figured it’d make things easier.”
Geoff stretched out his hand and Callum offered it to him, letting him examine it. It was a decent sized plug, bright red which felt fitting. It was a few inches, big enough to stretch him open. He set it on the bedside table, right beside the lube.
His fingers went between his legs, giving his bulge a squeeze, letting him know how turned on the whole thing made him. His fingers hooked under the waistband, of his boxers and he shifted his legs up as he pushed them down and off.
“How do you wanna do this?” He asked, voice soft as he looked back at Callum, his eyes taking in the sight of him. Geoff reclined back on the bed, legs parting, letting Callum take in the view.
Callum looked thoughtful, probably picturing what position he wanted. Geoff wondered if he’d had one in mind, had touched himself thinking of being bent over, Geoff balls deep claiming him.
“Wanna ride you.” Callum said finally, though it had probably only been moments. He joined Geoff on the bed, climbing onto it, crawling up until they were face to face. “Is that ok?”
Geoff found himself nodding, feeling like one of those bobble headed dolls. “More than ok.” He wouldn’t have asked if he wasn’t willing to do this however he’d wanted.
They shared another kiss, quick and almost chaste, compared to their last one. Callum reached over for the lube, squeezing some onto his fingers and bought them down between Geoff’s legs. He wrapped his hand around his cock, a groan escaping Geoff’s lips as he pumped him a few times. “Fuck.” Geoff whispered, eyes lidding a little. He was good with his hands, wondered if that came from gaming or the fact he used to be a guitarist too. He gave him a few slick pumps than shifted, repositioning himself so he was straddling him but Geoff placed his hand on his chest, stopping him before he sank down.
“Just a sec yeah?” Now it was Geoff’s turn, slicking his fingers, reaching around to find his opening. It was easy to find, open from the plug and he wasted no time, thrusting his fingers inside him, enjoying the moan he made.
If things were different he’d have took his time with him, starting with one finger, working his way up to two, then three. Really tease him open. Instead he just spread and twist his fingers quickly, getting the lube spread inside him, smiling when an extra loud moan left his lips. He could make it quick, make it good too.
He spread and twist his fingers a few more times before removing them, his fingers circling the base of his cock, angling it up for him. “We’re good to go now.”
Callum grinned, wasting no time, sinking down on his dick. Geoff couldn’t help but groan, his fingers shifting to his thighs. It felt so good to be inside him, though it was so much better than simply good.
Callum sank down on him fully, taking a moment to get used to him, low moans leaving his throat. Geoff wanted to reach up, stuff his fingers between them, wondered how they’d look stretched around a gag. He shook the thought from his head, a distraction from the reality of what was happening.
Above him Callum started to move, lifting himself up, making Geoff sigh as his cock left him, followed by a moan as he went back down. It was hot, watching him move up and down on him, taking a few tries before he started to set a rhythm.
Geoff licked his lips, fingers holding onto Callum’s thighs, just as an anchor, not to control his movements. For the first few bounces the room was filled with just the sounds of them, soft gasps, moans, skin slapping against skin. Geoff would’ve been content to let it just be that, but he felt the urge to say something, to add words to it, let him know how he looked, how it felt.
“You look so good like this.” His words came out breathy, slightly awed. “Bouncing on my cock like you were made for it.”
“Fuck Geoff.” Callum’s movements stuttered, losing the rhythm he’d set up and Geoff smirked.
“You like that huh? Like being told how good you look on me?” Callum nodded, a needy groan left his lips. Geoff shifted one of his hands from his thigh, fingers trailing over his belly, up his chest to circle his nipple as he spoke. “It’s true. You do look so good riding me.” He pinched his nipple, making him gasp. “Bet you’ve thought about it a lot too right? Jerked yourself off thinking about it, maybe even fucked yourself with something imagining it’s me.” That thought made Geoff jerk his hips up to meet his ass, despite him wanting to stay still.
Callum nodded, a confirmation. “Yeah, I have. Got myself aa dildo, used it, thought of you each time.” Geoff’s brain short circuited a little at that, the image flashing in his mind. Callum on his bed, legs spread, toy buried between his cheeks, one hand working his cock while the other used it to fuck himself.
Fuck.
Focus. He’d have time to think about that image later.
“Good boy training yourself for me.” His hand shifted, circling and tweaking the other nipple. “I bet you’d love to be a slut for my cock yeah? Join us on tour, take me whenever I get hard. You’d look so good like this, riding me in the back of the bus.”
Callum lips parted, head tilting back, exposing his neck as he moaned. The rhythm hee started with was long gone now, the bounces on his cock completely erratic. Not that Geoff minded one bit. “Fuck… yeah, I’d love that to be your tour slut.”
Geoff grinned up at him, filing that away. Of course it could just be sex talk, not serious but there was always the chance he could make it happen for real. “You wanna be only mine?” He asked, voice low, the hand still on his thigh inching up slowly. “Or do you wanna be the whole bands cockslut?” There was an appeal to either option, the thought of either sneaking around or making Awsten and Otto listen to them fuck, no doubt jerking off from the sounds. Or the alternative, having Callum on his knees, the three of them surrounding him, jerking off until they came over his face. Or watching as Otto fucked him, Geoff feeding his cock between his lips, Awsten bouncing on him.
Callum was nodding again. “Fuck…”
“Good boys use their words.” Geoff whispered, voice low, the tip of his thumb catching the soft sac of his balls. “Tell me what you want.”
Callum slowed his movements until he stilled completed, fully seated on Geoff’s cock, taking a few breaths to steady himself. “Want that. Either. Both. Whatever you want.”
Geoff pinched his nipple again, drawing a gasp. “That wasn’t the question. What do you want.”
“All of you.” He gasped out, circling his hips before starting to move again. “Wanna be fucked and used so hard, so much that I can’t think, that I forget my own name, that all that matters is pleasing you all. But…” He let out a groan as Geoff’s hand wrapped around his dick.
“But?” Geoff questioned, slowly starting to stroke him, looking him in the eyes. He looked so needy, covered in a sheen of sweat, lips constantly parted to let out moans. He wondered when was the last time he’d taken something, someone that wasn’t his own fingers.
“But…” He took a breath, his hands on Geoff’s chest, bracing himself as he moved a little faster. “Wanna come back into your bunk every night. Sleep beside you, wake next to you.”
That made Geoff smile, his heart ache a little. He didn’t expect the dirty talk to turn sweet. He couldn’t deny that he’d love the thought of waking up next to a warm body and he better he’d be able to fit them in together.
“Yeah that’d be good, I’d like that. Love that.” His hand moved a little faster, squeezing his fingers around him. More needy sounds came from above. “I want you to be a good boy and cum for me. Show me how much you want it.“
As a musician in a band Geoff had come to know that there was real power in words, that they could make someone feel strongly, that they could save people or make them cry. So Geoff wasn’t surprised at the effect his words had on him, at the way Callum’s body shook, thrusting up into his hand as he came over him. “That’s it, such a good boy.”
Geoff smiled stroking him through it, loved watching how he trembled about him. He stopped moving again but that was ok, his orgasm was making his hole spasm around him, pulling Geoff closer to his own peak.
He let go of him, dragged his fingers through the mess on his belly, an impressive splash of pearly wetness on his skin. He bought it to his lips, getting a taste of him and that was what set him off, painting Callum’s insides.
“Fuck…” Callum stared down at him, wide eyed, his breath coming out in soft pants.
“Mmm.” Geoff murmured in reply, reaching up to lift him up his softening cock, laying him down on his side. He reached over, grabbed the plug and eased it back into him, hearing him let out a soft sigh. Then he wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close. Callum’s fingers lazily went through the mess on his belly, getting a taste of himself. If he hadn’t just came Geoff might have gotten hard, but all his softening cock could manage was a slight twitch.
“That was…” Callum whispered finally, after placing a kiss on his chest.
“It was.” Geoff kissed his hair, content to hold him. They didn’t have much time left now and he wanted to enjoy the time like this, not wanting to make plans about the things he said. That could come later when they weren’t in a post orgasmic haze.
He had to fight the urge just hold him close, to drift off to sleep beside him. Fucking had taken all his post gig energy, even though it was Callum that had been the one doing all the work. It would be nice to fall asleep with him, but he’d hate to wake to an empty bed which is what would likely happen. Better to stay up until he went.
That led him to the question, one he didn’t want to ask but knew he had to. “When do you have to go?”
Callum turned, looking at the clock on the bedside table, it’s illuminated numbers a bright green. “Soon. I can stay an hour maybe, tops.” He looked at Geoff, apologetic and it made his heart ache again. “I’m sorry. I’d love to stay the night but…”
“I get it.” He really did. He knew it would be better for Callum to sleep in his own bed at his apartment, where his his travel things would be ready to go, rather than have to rush there in the morning before getting the train. Still just because he got it didn’t mean it didn’t make him sad, he just tried not to show it. “There’s always next time year?” His hands stroked lazy circles on his back as he said that.
“Yeah.” Callum nodded, a slight smile on his lips. “Next time.” It felt like a promise and Geoff hoped that it was.
They stayed like that for awhile, holding each other in comfortable silence, before Callum finally shifted, getting to his feet. “I should go.” He sounded apologetic again. “Before I succumb to the comfort and sleep.”
Geoff nodded again, understanding and Callum leaned down, kissing his cheek before going to dress. Geoff sat up to watch him, catching sight of the end of the plug as he bent over to grab his clothes. It didn’t take him long for his skin to be covered and soon he was ready to leave.
“Wait.” Geoff got up, reached for the tote bag he’d filled and left beside his bag, handing it up over to him. “Some merch, can’t let you go without something.”
Callum grinned, looking genuinely appreciative as he joked. “I fucked the guitarist from Waterparks and all I got is some band merch.” He leaned in and kissed him, soft, all too brief. For the best, Geoff wasn’t sure if he’d be able to resist pulling. Him back to bed if it was more passionate. “I kid, I really do appreciate this. And you.”
“Me too.” Geoff replied, a slight smile on his lips. “We’ll be back soon though, I’ll let you know when we have dates.”
“Awesome, I can’t wait.” Callum’s fingers caressed his own, then he pulled him into a hug. “I’ll see you then.”
Geoff nodded and then he was gone, slipping out the door into the hotel, then into the city, then home.
Geoff smiled, then sighed, then climbed back into bed, pulling the covers over him, allowing sleep to take him over at last.
