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"Get your hand off my ass," Matt muttered as Brian nosed down the back of his neck, his breath tickling the fine hairs at Matt's nape. The hand was withdrawn, but it settled instead on his belt in a lousy sort of compromise that Matt briefly considered protesting..
"Oh I am so sorry," Brian's voice rumbled in his ear, low and hoarse and stroking along the back of Matt's nerves like fingers down a cat's spine, sending him rippling and shivering hard enough to make him tense to force the shudder down. He sounded as apologetic as Ted Bundy feigning injury, and Matt found himself just as helpless against Brian's persuasion.
They were watching the opening band of the night; Matt hadn't been sure how the crowd would react but he knew the band would probably need to work to win them over. It had been easy to find a secluded spot to the side, well out of the way of the gear that needed to be shifted and unseen by both crowd and stage. He hadn't expected Brian to glide up behind him, noiseless in the backstage darkness, and fit his body up against Matt's like a glove. He could feel every inch of hard, muscled heat against his own frame as the man leaned against him, crowding him with his own body and he tried to ignore the way his body lit up like a Christmas tree at every point of contact. Matt managed to ignore him for a few more minutes, then Brian's hand was sliding along his belt, thumb scraping at the belt loop next to the buckle before dipping just behind the waistband of his jeans to drag the blunt nail over Matt's skin.
Matt froze as his dick flexed, filled, and Brian's laugh was soft in his ear; his hand was positioned just low enough that the response couldn't go unnoticed.
"Brian," Matt's voice rumbled low in his throat, and he felt an equally enthusiastic reaction where Brian's hips were pressed up against his hip.
"Just trying to distract myself," The man murmured, "I don't get my next smoke until after the show and I... need something to do with my hands." As if to demonstrate his point, Brian's fingers followed his thumb as they slid into Matt's jeans, winding their way lower until the head of Matt's dick was caught between Brian's middle and ring fingers, palming the head hard enough that Matt let out a slow, stuttering sort of breath. It was sticky between his dick and Brian's palm and getting stickier as the man's long fingers lazily flexed up and down to stroke the shaft. Brian's mouth found Matt's ear and he sucked the tip of it lazily into his mouth, tongue flicking and curling until he finally caved, his hips rolling and his body arching back into Brian's. He wanted to shove him down into the floor, press his cock between those thin lips and fuck his throat until those big eyes shone wet and desperate. It wasn't like they needed Brian for his voice, after all. Brian laughed as if he could hear Matt's thoughts, and the angle of his hand shifted just enough that he could grasp his dick properly inside his pants. Matt yelped softly, ears burning as he tried not to think of anyone walking up on them just then. It was a secluded spot, and Matt didn't need to start his own warmups just yet; nobody would be looking for them and if they were quick... Matt didn't think there was any way this could be anything but quick.
Brian was jerking him off properly now, or at least as properly as he could with his wrist caught by Matt's jeans and his arm reaching awkwardly about his body. Matt realized that Brian was rolling his own hips against Matt's ass, rubbing against him with soft, desperate breaths and it was a mild salve to his pride that Brian sounded just as wrecked as he felt, and all from giving Matt a semi-public handjob and rubbing up on his ass.
It was quick. It was quick, filthy and messy and by the time Brian was done with him he had his tongue halfway down Matt's throat and his wrist was red from rubbing against his jeans, and Matt was fighting to keep his balance through the aftermath. It took him a few minutes to realize what Brian had said before, and another minute longer to register the implications.
"You're trying to quit? Again?" He demanded, and Brian bared his teeth in a rictus of a smile as he slouched against the wall. The last time Brian had made an honest attempt to quit smoking it had also been on tour, and it had been the only time he'd ever seen or heard Jimmy complain about too much sex. Brian, apparently, went looking for distraction when he was fighting nicotine withdrawals and it seemed that this time, he'd picked Matt as his target. He didn't want to bring up unhappy memories for Brian (god knew the subject was still a minefield for them all), and as he eyed his best friend he could see the tension resonating through him as if he were bracing for a blow. For Matt to bring it up, to protest, to fight him on it somehow. Matt didn't have the energy to fight Brian on more than one front these days, and all the subject would do was make Brian as irritable as he was sexually aggressive. Matt didn't need Brian criticizing his tone, his timing and his warm up routine while simultaneously trying to get his hand down his pants. Brian could be mean as a snake when he chose, and Matt didn't have anything resembling a humiliation kink. Brian was insufferable on a good day. Brian dealing with nicotine withdrawals was unbearable and it wasn't even his pants that Brian had been climbing into last time.
Brian finally pushed off the wall and pressed back into Matt's space, his mouth hot and sweet on his neck as he drew his tongue up the side. He laughed as he felt Matt's pulse flutter, then Matt realized something was being slipped into his pocket. Brian's hand lingered there for a moment, and Matt caught a glimpse of heavy eyelids, a flash of molten brown, and then Brian was pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw.
"Keep these for me," Brian whispered, then slipped away into the dark towards their dressing rooms.
Matt dug into the pocket and to his utter lack of surprise, found that Brian had left him his pack of cigarettes and his lighter. He swore, low and sulfurous under his breath, and realized he'd missed the entire set of the opening band.
***
Matt had left the cigarettes and lighter in his pocket through the show and had mostly forgotten they were even there until he changed out of his jeans and into a clean pair of basketball shorts. He picked them up from where they'd fallen with a clatter by his bare feet and neatly tucked them in the bottom of his bag, then swung his bag over his shoulder and jammed his feet into his shoes. The rest of the band had hit up the backstage makeshift bar for drinks, but Matt knew he couldn't put that kind of stress on his voice and was tired enough he didn't mind crashing out early when he got the chance.
He had almost entirely forgotten the earlier incident as he was climbing into his cramped bunk and realized immediately it would be much easier to return the pack of cigarettes now instead of having Brian wake him whenever he got back to the bus. Matt dug the little cardboard carton out of his bag and had barely closed the bus door behind him when he found the man swinging around the corner of the bus. His eyes lit up bright enough that even in the distant street lights, Matt could see them sparkling.
"Got my cigarettes?" Brian bounced on the balls of his feet, practically quivering, Matt realized, and he felt a wide grin split his lips.
"Hm." Matt studied the man, realizing he had an opportunity to get a little of his own back, if Brian still wanted to play. "You know I was just going to bed," He drawled.
"I bet you fuckin' were," Brian's eyes narrowed, but Matt could still see the familiar gleam. "Listen, Matty-"
"Don't... call me Matty, Jesus, Bri," Matt rolled his eyes, ready to turn away but Brian's hand caught his wrist, used his momentum to neatly spin him and Matt briefly remembered all the martial arts that Brian had gotten into for a while. Brian was strong. And slippery. And knew how to use his weight. Matt wasn't going to win a fight on that front, for all that he was the brawler between the two of them.
"Fine," Brian laughed and pushed Matt up against the bus. Matt could feel his pulse jittering, the way his fingers gripped his wrist a little too tight. He wasn't sure how long it was since Brian had had a cigarette, but it was long enough to make him anxious. "Now come on, you got them?"
Matt laughed softly and held up his other hand, the pack of cigarettes caught in his hand, the lighter tucked down inside the closed lid. He moved it out of reach as Brian tried to grab it, and watched as those dark, depthless eyes flickered from his face, to his hand and back again.
"Is that how it is?" Brian murmured, "Is that how you wanna play this?"
"You tell me," Matt offered, and allowed his body to settle against the bus, hips jutting forward a little, the cigarettes held above his head.
"You know I could just bum a smoke. Or go buy a new pack."
"Yeah, but you're here instead, aren't you."
Brian's eyes flickered again, narrowing even as he tilted his head. That gorgeous dark hair hung down across his cheek, mussed and thick and Matt wanted to know how it felt across his knuckles if he grabbed it. Then Brian was reaching for his cigarettes, prying the pack out of Matt's unresisting hand, and he thought this little fantasy would stay just that. Fantasy. Then the other man began to sink to his knees.
"I don't think I... thanked you properly for your... assistance earlier," Brian purred, and Matt felt his dick already trying to answer. The guitarist clearly had missed his calling in the phone sex industry, or maybe in porn. He was nuzzling into Matt's hip with a soft little groan, and Matt looked around wildly a minute before he realized that with where the bus was parked they would hear anyone coming long before they appeared, and there didn't seem to be any cameras, at least that he could see. Hopefully there was nobody to see how Brian pulled out one slim white stick from his pack and and lit it with a low, luxurious little moan that made Matt's dick drip precum inside his shorts, or the way Brian, sitting back on his feet as he blew smoke up into the night sky, used his other hand to drag those same shorts down over Matt's hips. Matt felt a low whine in the back of his throat as Brian blew a curl of smoke over his cock, wreathing it in his exhalation before licking his lips and smiling slowly up at him.
"Can't... exactly say that I expected the thanks," Matt managed to growl, and Brian laughed, low and rich as he nuzzled up against Matt's thigh.
"I have better manners than that," Brian promised, and Matt's response of I doubt that was lost in another moan as Brian wrapped his mouth about the length of him.
It wasnt the neatest blowjob Matt had ever gotten, nor was it the most efficient (Brian kept stopping for small drags off his cigarette and it clearly left his mouth dry each time), but the sight of those thin lips dragging across the head of his cock and the way Brian breathed smoke up over his wet skin had him smothering his moans against his own arm, ears straining for any possible interruptions headed their way. By the time he came messily across Brian's lips, though, he could have missed the entire crew showing up with the way his blood roared in his ears. The sight of Brian licking his own lips clean made his knees threaten to give out, and he finally managed to close his eyes in a desperate, helpless attempt to get his brain running back on the right tracks again.
"Y-you're welcome," he finally ground out, and Brian's laugh was low and rich somewhere around his groin.
Brian made no move to get up just yet, finally stubbing out the butt of his cigarette into the asphalt and using both hands to tuck Matt away into his shorts once more. Once Matt was decent, Brian again leaned his head against his thigh, so pliant and tranquil it raised the hackles at the back of Matt's neck. Matt let himself stroke his fingers through that dark hair, watching it spill across the back of his fingers; Matt had never quite imagined petting Brian like a cat, but the other man seemed to enjoy the caresses with the feline acceptance of affection that was not it's due but at best, merely adequately supplied. After a few minutes he let Matt haul him to his feet, and leaned against him a little bonelessly as Matt steadied him.
"You okay?" Matt asked, and Brian smiled sleepily up at him.
""Mmm. Just really needed that," He murmured.
"Clearly," Matt drawled, though it was about as clear as mud. Brian could have been referring to either the blowjob or the nicotine, or both for that matter but Matt wasn't interested in investigating. Brian was warm and heavy against him, and seemed to be wholly uninterested in doing anything else.
Matt watched as Brian dug the pack of cigarettes out of his pocket with steady fingers and tucked the lighter neatly down among the little paper sticks before closing the lid, and returned the pack to his own pocket instead of Matt's.
"Don't want me hanging onto it again?"
Brian, still close enough for Matt to smell the damp musk of his shampoo and see the fatigue behind the humour in his eyes, smiled but didn't respond right away. He seemed disinterested in anything but leaning there against Matt, his eyes half-lidded and his body relaxed. Matt allowed the hand that had tousled Brian's hair to wander down the man's chest, sliding gingerly beneath the waistline of his own jeans in tacit offer of reciprocation. Brian let him get as far as closing his fingers about the fat, heavy length of him before catching his wrist gently in his own hand.
"Another time," Brian's voice was low, husky, and Matt wondered a little at the refusal. The man was hard enough it had to ache, and Matt could feel the heat of him pulse and flex in his grip. Brian's eyes were steady, though, and Matt reluctantly pulled his hand free. Still holding his gaze, he drew his hand up to his own mouth and licked the sticky spot the tip of his cock had left. Brian's eyes shone hot and hungry for just a moment, then he stepped back. Whether to see if Matt would follow or to put some safe distance between them Matt couldn't say.
"I'll catch you later," Brian smiled, slow and lazy as a hunting cat, then slouched away before Matt could do anything more than nod.