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III takes a drag on his cigarette and tries not to look too twitchy. He’s not technically meant to be outside the venue at all. But he’s too old to be smoking out a toilet window and he’s sure Vessel wouldn’t miss his peaked cap. III had tucked his hair out of sight but he drew the line at wearing sunglasses on a dank, dark night. Besides it’s probably his height that would give him away anyway. II had pointed this out as he spotted III trying to creep out the door. III had told him to fuck off. Nicely.
So now he’s outside in the drizzle, shoulders hunched, but thank fuck he has a fag. He takes another drag and blows a smoke ring up to the sky. He can feel his nerves starting to even out as the nicotine enters his bloodstream. What was this bullshit about the smoking area being the other side of the car park anyway. He stiffens when a group of people all talking loudly walk past the front of the alley. They don’t even look in his direction. III huffs out smoke. Vessel’s anxiety is starting to rub off him. For fuck’s sake.
III rubs a hand over his face as he takes a final drag of his cigarette. He flicks the butt, stubbing it under his boot heel. He turns to trot back inside when something hits his back. III grunts as his chest hits the brickwork of the wall. III feels the rough bricks scrap his cheek.
‘What the fuck?’ III says, realising whatever — whoever — had him pinned to the wall, has his wrist twisted so he can’t move without pulling the joint. A thigh shoves up between his, completely restraining him.
‘What are you doing out here, huh?’ says a low and extremely familiar voice. III opens his mouth to tell Vessel that he knows very fucking well what he was doing. Since II is probably the person who’d told him III was out here. Then he realises what Vessel’s pressing up against his ass, and what’s happening right now.
‘I just wanted… autograph,’ he says, doing his best impression of a breathless teenager. Vessel chuckles into his neck and III knows he’d guessed right. III shifts his hips back just slightly.
‘What’re you gonna do for it then?’ Vessel asks him, breath hot on his neck. III has to bite back a laugh but then he wets his lips.
‘I don’t know,’ he says, ‘I haven’t ever done anything like this before.’ He feels Vessel’s hand tighten reflexively on his hip. He almost laughs again, grinding back into the erection Vessel’s got pressed up all the way against his ass.
‘Can I kiss you?’ he asks, trying to turn in Vessel’s arms. Vessel holds him firmly and III feels a glut of heat spill into his gut. Vessel’s got him pressed so hard against the wall it’s difficult to take a full breath.
‘I can’t let you see my face,’ he says, lips brushing III’s earlobe, ‘you know that.’
‘I’ll close my eyes,’ he offers. Vessel snorts.
‘No chance,’ he says, ‘I don’t want you bragging to all your little friends.’
‘Bragging about what?’ III asks innocently, like he’s got no idea what Vessel’s got planned for him. He feels Vessel’s breathing against his neck then there’s a hand on his fly. He lets out — in his opinion — a very convincing shocked gasp.
‘Please, Vessel,’ he says, ‘I’ve never done anything like this before.’ III can feel Vessel’s body tensing around him, frustrated by the clothing between their skin. He can practically feel the thread of his self-control thinning. He’s extremely amused to learn how into this his bandmate is. When Vessel speaks again his voice is soft and reassuring. III likes it very, very much.
‘It’s okay,’ he says gently, ‘I’ll show you what to do.’
‘I- okay,’ III says, biting his lip as he feels Vessel’s hands moving over him again. He slips the button on his fly with great care before he pulls down the zip. It’s at this point III suddenly becomes acutely aware they are still outside. And, although they were tucked into the wall where the roof cast a shadow that blocked the floodlight, a group of people hadn’t walked past that long ago. Then Vessel’s long fingers are wrapping around his cock through his underwear and nothing seems very important.
‘Oh,’ he says breathlessly, like Vessel’s the first person who’s ever touched his dick.
‘You’re so good, so hard for me,’ Vessel tells him, pressing a sloppy kiss behind his ear. Vessel squeezes him a little. III feels his legs almost buckle and thinks perhaps he’s more turned on by this scene than he’d realised. Vessel’s thumbs stroke over the thin skin on his hipbones and he shudders. Vessel traces his thumbs around the elastic on his waistband until he reaches the back. Vessel tugs his underwear just under the curve of his ass. III can feel the damp night air on his bare skin.
‘Keep breathing, okay?’ Vessel says, kiss his neck again.
‘What are you going to do?’ III asks, smirking against the wall as he hears the buzz of another zip.
‘I’m going to make you come on my cock,’ Vessel tells him. III has to swallow a giggle as he feels the blunt head of Vessel’s cock press into him at the same time. III can feel cold lube smudged down his cock but it’s still a lot without any prep. Plus he’s still a little tensed up with the very real risk of being walked in on. He doesn’t have to fake the breathless gasps as Vessel stretches him out. Vessel’s mumbling into his hair, hands spread wide on his hips.
‘Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,’ he mumbles. III pants through his mouth.
‘It’s my first time,’ III says in his best porny purr. He hears Vessel choke on a laugh and then he completely breaks character, squashing them both into the wall to muffle laughter so hard he’s shaking with it. The feeling of someone laughing their ass off while they’re pushed up inside of you is something else. III feels the vibration of laughter through his chest and covers his mouth to stop himself catching Vessel’s hysterics.
‘Oi, fuck off,’ he hisses, elbowing Vessel as best he can with his arm twisted up his back. ‘You started it.’
‘Sorry, sorry,’ Vessel says, taking several steadying breaths to get back in control of himself. ‘I wish it was your first time,’ he says when he’s managed to stop giggling. III can still hear the smile in his voice.
‘Yeah?’ III says, coaxing him back to the scene, ‘you wish you were the only man who’d ever been inside me?’
‘Sometimes,’ Vessel says shyly. He kisses III’s neck again, starting to thrust with his hips. III braces against the wall with his arm and shoulder, giving Vessel some resistance to fuck against. He’s rough and quick and it feels so good.
‘You’re not good at sharing,’ III says, feeling Vessel’s nails digging into his skin.
‘Never have been,’ Vessel agrees, noses pressed into III’s hair, breathing him in heavily.
‘Well, I’m all yours, Vessel,’ he says. Vessel grunts, pressing deeper and fucking harder. III lets his head roll back, panting. Vessel takes the opportunity to suck a love bite onto skin. III feels his body clutching and clenching at the sting.
‘Where do you want the autograph?’ Vessel asks once he unsticks his mouth.
‘Tits,’ III says, making him laugh again. He grabs Vessel’s hand, needing to be touched while he fucks him. Vessel strokes his thumb over the head of his cock. III grunts and squirms, trapped between Vessel’s body and the wall.
‘You’re so close,’ Vessel tells him. III whines in his throat without meaning to. ‘That’s it, you’re being so good,’ Vessel still speaking to him, ‘come for me now, c’mon.’ III gasps and arches, fucking into Vessel’s fist. He comes over the brickwork in a hot spurt. He can feel Vessel tense as his body clutches around his cock, then Vessel’s hugging him against him hard. III can feel heat spreading through his insides as Vessel comes, overfilling him. Vessel stays against him for a long moment.
Before Vessel can pull out of him however there’s distant chattering. III can feel Vessel freeze but rather than pull away he snuggles into him more, pulling his coat around them both. Not very subtle. III doesn’t think he’s actually wearing the robe but his coat is so long it might as well be. The group passes without even glancing towards their shadowed corner.
‘Get your dick out of me,’ III says, once they’ve passed. Vessel pulls out, chuckling as he fixes his clothes. III pulls his jeans back up, conceding he’s going to need to shower before the set. He’s expecting Vessel to turn to go back inside but he steps into him. III feels his back hit the wall as Vessel pins him again, giving him a hot open-mouthed kiss. Then Vessel steps back, hand fisting in III’s t-shirt to pull it up over his stomach. III opens his mouth to ask when Vessel pulls out a marker pen and pops the cap.
‘Do not-’ III says but Vessel’s already writing on his stomach. ‘That doesn’t wash off!’ III says indignantly as Vessel puts the pen back in his pocket and shrugs, padding back inside. III steps into the light to see what’s on his stomach. He’s half expecting a dick drawing but instead — in shaky serial killer handwriting — Vessel has scrawled MINE in block capitals right across his stomach. III groans. He’s going to love explaining that to the other guys when they’re changing later. Perhaps he should have another cigarette.