driftsintobuffetline | random loose threads

His eyes dragged over Newton's body and lingered on the pants that looked very nearly glued to his skin. Such shamelessness, but Hermann was happy to play along and hoped he wasn't overselling the surprise.
Gushing wasn't something he'd done in a good while- let alone directly faced with an idol.

"They said you had a reputation, and well, I confess I was a bit hopeful."

He set his cane aside and worked himself free of his jacket and sweatervest, then played at nerves as he unbuttoned his shirt and tugged it off. His hands splayed apart in offering.

"You can sign absolutely anywhere you'd like."

Newt picked up one of the medium sized permanent markers they had been using for boxes and uncapped it with his teeth. He ran an open palm over Hermann's collarbone, tracing the ridge of bone up to his shoulder. As he stepped around to Hermann's side, then his back, Newt trailed his hand over a beautifully bare shoulder, grasping it, fingertips just brushing his throat, thumb tracing over the short buzzed hairs at the back of Hermann's neck.

"A reputation, huh? What is it? My wild parties? Tell me," he paused, waited for Hermann to supply his name. "What did you come here hoping for?"

Hermann swallowed under his touch, bumps raising over his skin as he moved around him. He cleared his throat.

"Well er- Gottlieb," his brain caught on to the fact Newton was waiting for something. "..Hermann Gottlieb. I was just- I heard that you'd sometimes leave concerts with a few of your fans. Coming here, I thought- well you were just getting back from tour so perhaps you'd like company."

Edited 2017-03-15 04:22 (UTC)

"Well, Hermann--" He stepped Hermann forward, and Newt's hand slid up to the back of Hermann's head, cupping it as as he bent his 'groupie' over the stacked boxes on which he had thrown the grocery bag. "--you aren't wrong." The rewards of Hermann's efforts during Newt's shopping trip were evident through the tight pants, the contour of his hard-on straining more urgently now against the fly.

The cool tip of the marker lingered on Hermann's shoulder-blade, roughly the same position as Newt's newest tattoo. He signed a stylish autograph onto the pale, otherwise unblemished skin, then blew on it to dry the ink.

"It's been a long tour, and I'm in painful need of company." Newt ground against him, felt his breath catch as a reaction rippled through the Drift. "Though I prefer my houseguests with fewer clothes."

This scenario was more arousing than he'd given it credit for. Though some of it was definitely Newton's desire, it thrilled him to be bent over and ground against, all while Newton's name decorated his skin.

"Oh," he groaned, bracing himself on the boxes. "Yes- yes, of course."

Leaning his weight on one arm, Hermann dropped a hand to his belt and pulled it free. Unzipped his trousers and let them fall.

"Anything you want," he promised. "I'm yours."

"Good."

He would never ever get over the thrill of Hermann offering himself, no matter the context, and trying to avoid making himself into a sap at this inopportune and out of character moment, he sunk his teeth into Hermann's shoulder, sucking as his hips jerked again a few times. Palming Hermann through the thin fabric of his underwear...--God, he just wanted him. Wanted Hermann ever way he could have him. His skin was so irresistibly pretty and his hair was so soft and his neck... Newt's lips brushed the back of Hermann's neck before he eased himself away.

As much as he had talked up his urgency, he really wanted to drag this out, see what kind of fun they could have in their nearly empty new house.

"I haven't been home in a while, Hermann," Newt said, trying for cool as he crossed the room, but really just needing the distance so he didn't jump Hermann's bones. With a flick of the switch, he turned up the central heat to a comfortable temperature for a naked Hermann, then leaned against the door frame and regarded his groupie with a hungry stare. Such nice long legs...so much skin... "I think I'd like to get a bit more reacquainted with my house. How about I show you around?"

No! Just fuck me.

Hermann stared after Newton, disbelieving. He didn't want a tour; he wanted Newton grinding against his ass. Stroking him, pulling his underwear down and teasing him with the plug pushed inside him and keeping him on edge. And Newton wanted it just as much. He could practically taste the the man's desire.

Breathing a slow, steadying breath, Hermann straightened and stepped out of his trousers. He reclaimed his cane and made his way over to Newton, trying not to glare too much.

Bloody tease.

"If you're certain. I won't force you to stand on formality as an unexpected guest."

The annoyance in the Drift was so delicious. And really, he wanted Hermann in every room of this house, but he doubted they both had the stamina for that.

Newt smirked and retrieved the bottle of syrup before leading Hermann deeper into the house. He swung the bottle as they walked.

"You're still overdressed," he said, hand slipping under the waistband of Hermann's underwear as he guided through the living room and towards the kitchen. "I should throw these in the garbage disposal where they belong. Would totally prefer you in nothing at all...or maybe just a band tee-shirt from our last concert. A little covered should any of the bandmates come over, but still very accessible."

His back straightened as Newton's fingers slipped beneath his underwear. He'd never considered the idea of being someone's toy appealing, but this scenario was certainly challenging that.

He peered around the rooms as they passed through them, trying to feign interest in them and not the outline of Newton's cock against his leather pants.

"Anytime you want me Mr. Geiszler, I'm yours."

"Call me Newt." Anytime. Yours. Hermann was destroying his resolve.

They stopped in front of windows overlooking their pool and backyard. He set down the bottle of syrup on a nearby table. The view was breathtaking, but Newt wasn't looking at their property--though what he was seeing was certainly his.

"When it warms up, Hermann, you should go for a swim," he said, coming up behind him to push Hermann's underwear down. The garment fell to the floor, discarded as it should be, and then, hand low on Hermann's stomach, Newt pulled him back flush against his chest. From this angle, he could just just tip his head up and murmur low between them. "I throw the best pool parties. We all get smashed and have an orgy."

Newt raked his nails through the patch of hair between Hermann's legs, slow and possessive, pinning him back against him. Working his other hand between them, his fingers found the end of the plug and gave it a slow, teasing twist.

"I think that'd be fun, don't you?" The plug was slick and pulled halfway out with marginal ease. "Booze, drugs, lots of hot, naked people having raunchy, loud sex all over the house." He rocked the plug back in. "You could sit in my lap and watch."

He shivered, the cool air from the windows at contrast with the heat of Newton's body at his back. An orgy- of course, Newton would never forget about that.

His head tipped back, grasping at Newton's arm and only half-listening through the fingers glancing over his erection. The plug stretched him pulling out, and then again as Newton pushed it back in, startling a choked moan from his throat as it went.

"Yes," he gasped, back arching and imagination running wild. Riding Newton's cock while other people rutted around them, some simply content to watch.. Yes, this groupie would be perfectly happy with that.

He pushed back against Newton, desperate for more. "Please, I want to feel you."

Oh... The feedback on his fantasy was too much. He pushed Hermann against the cool pane of glass and released him to fumble with the buttons on his fly.

"I want people to see you as mine," he said, drawing out his cock with a few strokes, hips rocking against Hermann's ass. "You ARE mine, my name is on your skin, and I want to show you off." He thrust the plug in and out a few times, reassuring himself of Hermann's preparations before withdrawing it without discarding it. "I'd fuck you on stage if you'd let me. I'd fuck you so everyone could see."

Probably trying to have sex with Hermann against a window was a bad idea, however, both for the sake of the window and for the sake of safety (and Hermann's leg). Newt reconsidered it even as the head of his cock pressed at the tight ring of muscle--but he hitched Hermann's hips back against him anyway and pushed deep into his ready, eager body with a low groan.

Everyone will see how much I want you when I say 'I do.'

He imagined the window was instead the edge of a stage: his failed college band, the Black Velvet Rabbits, as a success and, horny from his latest concert, flying high on excitement, he couldn't keep his hands off Hermann. Tongue down his throat in a searing, vulgar kiss, hands under his clothes...stripping Hermann, grinding into him, desperate for him.

Newt pulled out of Hermann after a few thrusts, breathing hard against his skin. The glass was not going to hold up to the pounding he had in mind. He needed an alternative.

With his weight braced against the window and his cane, the position itself was difficult to maintain. But protests were far from his mind when Newton's dick pressed in deep, fulfilling the desperate ache the plug hadn't been able to touch. He shuddered through the shared vision, imagined being so thoroughly possessed that Newton could have his way with him at any given time without protest, and keened when it all stopped.

Hermann staggered back from the window, then turned and devoured Newton's mouth for all he was worth. Clothes- bloody hell, Newton was still fully dressed while he was standing here naked, and his already swollen cock felt ready to burst. He was so painfully hard that he'd just as soon drag them both down to the floor to finish if only his knees could take the abuse, and so he tore himself from Newton to glance around for something to aid them.

The nearby table abruptly disappeared from underneath the bottle of syrup they'd forgotten to bother with, and reappeared positioned in front of the window. Hermann dropped his cane and braced his forearms against the surface, bent over in an obvious invitation. His entire lower body positively throbbed with unfulfilled need.

"Yes, on stage," he rejoined like they'd never stopped. "Hundreds of jealous eyes watching, wishing they were the ones being ravaged like this."

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