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The weather for the past few days had been rather hot, which was a reasonable explanation for why Sid had been sleeping half naked in the bunk. Not to mention the fact it was his bunk and he could wear as much or as little clothing as he pleased.
However, there was no reasonable explanation to why a lot of the time he'd wake up in the middle of the night to find Corey sleeping peacefully next to him. Not that he was complaining, it had been nice having someone else in the bed with him. Even if it happened to be the noisy bastard by the name of The Great Big Mouth. It sometimes got lonely on tour so he still wasn't complaining.
This was just another one of those nights, the DJ had rolled over onto his side, eyes bolting open as a warm, alcohol riddled breath hit him. Corey’s face mere inches away from his.
It had became apparent the singer had been drinking, and from what Sid could see- well, smell- the blonde had overdone it again.
It was no secret The Great Big Mouth had a drinking problem; so when the rest of the band would head back to the hotel or bus from the bar, he'd stay behind to get down a few more Jack & Cokes.
The DJ was pulled away from his thoughts by the feeling of a warm palm sliding onto his waist. The singer huffing as he massaged the flesh on Sids hip. The DJs cheeks began to heat up. It seemed like a fucking furnace in that bunk now.
He really shouldn't have been half hard by such a simple touch, didn't change the fact that he was though. A hand reaching under his arm, resting on his back, pulling him in even closer. If that was even possible.
Hips slotting seamlessly, Corey grunted and slurred something incoherent. 'Uh, Cor-' Sids erection brushing against the zipper on the singers jeans. Face screwing up in an attempt to hold back a grunt.
'Shh, 's okay Sid,' He mumbled, peppering soft kisses along his collarbone. He whined and writhed from the singers touches but his hold was unrelenting. Keeping him close at all times.
'Wanna feel your insides,' He slurred. Another wave of whiskey breath hitting the DJ.
He initially cringed at the statement, embarrassment flooding his body as his face began burning up. Was Corey trying to say he wanted to fuck him? Prob- Yes. Yes he was. Not like Sids gonna turn that offer down anytime soon.
The singer began to rut against Sid. He felt the warmth of Corey's boner, even the slightest friction had his eyes rolling. Not having enough coherency to think, let alone speak- everything ended up coming out as shaky pants.
'Bit needy, mhm?' He kneaded the fat at Sids hips, rocking the DJs body into his own.
'Co-rey p-please I—' He managed to gasp out in between each breath. Attempting to stay as quiet as possible, its not like their bandmates weren't a couple of feet from them, peacefully dreaming.
The thought of someone waking up and finding them in such an indecent situation made Sid wanna stop, but at this point the singer is sucking his nipple and making him buck his hips and whine. He cant stop now, it just feels so fucking good and he's dreadfully close.
The singer pulls away to catch a lungful of air, 'Gonna cum already, mhm?' He says, speech still slurred but able to be understood. The tattooed man writhing and bucking up for more. He nodded frantically.
Corey getting louder, bringing the DJ in for an all teeth & tongue kiss, muffling every whine and grunt they made. The singer tasted like whiskey, a bitter taste dancing on his tongue as the both of them swapped saliva. Both edging closer to their orgasms.
And soon enough, it crashed over them. Who came first is the question, who knows is the answer. All they knew was it felt fucking amazing. Dry fucking your bandmate until you both nut was never on Sids bucket list, quite frankly. Might make it a regular thing after this.
Corey moaning into Sids mouth before breaking away. Sid was on some other planet by now, still having to come down from his high. The wet patch on his boxers didn't seem to bother him, the singer never bat an eyelid either, just rolled onto his back, taking in deep breaths.
A slightly awkward silence filled the air. The blonde had a grin on his face, humming softly.
'What you grinning at?' He says after catching his breath.
The singer shrugged, 'Dunno, that was pretty hot,' He tilted his head round to peer at the DJ- who's face immediately flushed red. He chuckled nervously before pulling the covers over the both of them.
'Don't mention this to anyone,' He says, eyes glued to the top of his bunk.
'I wont,' The singer says, rolling onto his side. Clasping his hands around the tattooed mans waist, pulling him back in. He nuzzled into the crook of Sids neck, the flesh there warm and soft.
Said DJ closing his eyes, leisurely drifting off to sleep before the Great Big Mouth started to speak. 'So, can we fuck next time?'
'G'night Cor,' He says with a chuckle. Enjoying the feeling of being held again. He had no idea what the fuck just happened, but he knew the answer to singers question.
The End(: