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Tour was a tedious affair.
Despite the joy that Two felt when he was playing his songs – his and Vessel’s songs – on stage every night, in front of thousands of people, Two couldn’t help the exhaustion that overtook him in the last stretch of shows. Even now, after being home for a week, Two still felt weary and burnt out. He was sleeping in well past noon everyday, most of the time, forgetting to charge his phone before passing out for the night. The first time it happened, Two had woken up to several missed calls and texts from his bandmates, and Two had simply texted their group chat, letting them know that he was alive with a simple thumbs up emoji.
Tonight was different.
Two lie awake in his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling above him. He knew the late mornings were going to catch up to him, but he hoped it would be further down the line. Two tossed and turned for hours – side, back, other side, back, repeat. Eventually, Two gave up with a huff, running his hands down his face. He grabbed his phone – charged this time – off of his bedside table. He flicked through the apps on his phone, clicking his browser and quickly diverting to the privacy tab. God help him for resorting to this for something as simple as sleep.
Two clicked on a video with an appealing enough thumbnail, moans almost immediately filling the stagnant air of his bedroom. He slowly slipped a hand beneath his waistband, curling his fingers around himself. Two stroked himself to full hardness, tipping his head back with a low breath. Once he was comfortable, he gripped himself a little tighter, starting a steady, confident pace.
The pleasure flowed through his veins, amplified by the noises coming from his phone. Just a little more, and he could–
The harsh sound of heavy metal cut through the state of bliss, causing Two to rip his hand out of his pants, and drop his phone on his face. He took a few deep breaths. Who the fuck was calling him at three in the morning?
Two picked his phone up off of his face with shaking hands, staring incredulously at the screen.
Fuck…
Vessel’s name flashed across the top of his screen. Two quickly closed his tab, taking a deep breath before answering the call.
“Yeah?” Two’s voice was clipped, and he immediately felt guilty with his tone.
“Two, hey, didn’t expect you to be awake.” Vessel’s voice traveled out of his phone speakers, and as far as Two could tell, the other man hadn’t noticed his momentary annoyance.
“Well, guess I just couldn’t sleep.” Two muttered. He stared at the ceiling again. Maybe if he stared hard enough, his hard-on would fade.
“Lucky me, then.” Vessel’s voice was soft, with just a small teasing lilt to it.
Two huffed a small laugh, “Yeah, lucky you.”
“I was hoping that you were finally getting proper rest, but since I have you here, mind if I run through a song idea with you?”
Of course, Two doesn’t know what else he would have expected from that man. If he wasn’t sleeping – which he did very reluctantly, after a lot of convincing – he was writing. It didn’t matter if it was lyrics, a bassline, a piano riff, or even the mere idea of a song. He was always writing.
Two’s cock twitched in his pants.
“Two? Did Sleep catch you before I did?” Two jolted out of his daze, ignoring Vessel's double meaning in that sentence.
“No, no, I’m here. Sorry, got…lost in thought. Talk to me.” Two readjusted on his mattress, letting himself relax into the sheets. Two heard a small chuckle from the other end of the call. It made something stir in his stomach.
“Well, I was thinking about what you said the other day about some more heavy stuff. With the new album, I figured we could bring back something like ‘Gods’.” Two’s eyes widened.
“You want to do harsh vocals again?” Two mused.
“I want to try, at least. I’ve been working on them more, and I think I feel comfortable enough to make another song with them.” Vessel sounded almost shy. Two smiled to himself.
“I think that’s a wonderful idea.”
“You do?” Vessel sounded almost surprised.
Two chuckled. “Of course, I do. You’ve had potential from the beginning with harsh vocals, and now that you’ve been seeing a coach, I think you’ll kill it.”
Vessel took a breath, Two could hear it so clearly through the phone. His hand subconsciously traveled down the front of his body, resting just above his waistband.
“Well, hopefully you like this then. I want heavy drums, I’m giving you full artistic freedom on this one.” Vessel joked. Two let out a pleased hum. “I want it to sound…angry, desperate, but…”
Two raised an eyebrow at the ceiling as Vessel trailed off. “But..?”
Vessel cleared his throat. “I also want it to sound sensual…intimate.”
Two tried to hide the hitch in his breath with a small cough. His heart began pounding in his chest. “Intimate?”
“Mhm, a bit possessive, I guess. I have some lyrics, but they’re nothing special right now.” Two wanted to scoff at that. ‘Nothing special’ was not something Vessel was capable of.
“Do you have a title?” Two asked, a little too eagerly.
“I, uh..I was gonna call it ‘Vore’.”
Two’s breath caught in his throat. His hand slipped beneath the fabric of his pants once more. Leave it to Vessel…
“You’re…going to write a song about the sexual pleasure of swallowing someone whole?”
Vessel froze for a second. Two could hear the faint scratch of a pencil on paper. He wrapped his hand around his cock, trying to stave off the arousal that seemed to flood him at the sound of Vessel actively writing down ideas.
“Two, you’re a genius.” Vessel’s smile was audible through his breathy words. Two had to actively fight off a whimper.
“Glad I could be of assistance.” Two’s voice was slightly strained. He hoped to every god above that he sounded normal to Vessel’s ever-perceptive ears.
“Being swallowed whole by desire, wanting to go beyond the point of no return for it. Wanting it to consume you. Oh, Two…” Vessel practically whined Two’s name, and the drummer felt his whole body flush at the sound of it falling off of Vessel’s lips.
Two’s breathing picked up. He hoped he wasn’t breathing directly into the phone’s microphone.
“I think I could finish this tonight actually.” Vessel mused aloud. Two bit his bottom lip as his hand began to move. He was painfully hard now, any hope of his arousal fading gone to the wind.
“Bit overeager, don't you think?” Two sighed.
The next time Vessel’s voice came through, it was low and rough. “You know me better than anyone, Two. You know just how eager I always am.”
Two hummed in response – well. He tried to hum, and to his ears, he did, but to Vessel’s…
“God, your drumming will fit so well in this. You always know exactly how to work them, it’s astounding. Every time you show me your notes, I think I go a little crazy.” Vessel’s words barely made it to Two’s ears as he sped up his hand’s pace. Two tried to respond with a snarky comment, but the words died in his throat as a small moan fell from his lips.
Suddenly, the call cut out, the sound of the disconnect tone just barely breaking through Two’s pleasure. He let out a low groan of embarrassment, his eyes fluttering shut. He’d messed this up…Vessel was going to–
The familiar heavy metal song rang out again, and Two could hardly register that Vessel was video calling him. If Two was a stronger man, he would have hit the decline button, would have found another video to jerk himself off to.
Whenever it came to Vessel, though, Two was always – always – so weak.
Two answered the call, his eyes lidded as they fell on Vessel’s face, only just visible in the lowlight of his phone and a dim bedside lamp. The drummer’s voice was stuck in his throat, his chest heaving as he attempted to get himself under control. He and Vessel stared at each other for a moment, but god, it felt like hours had passed before Vessel spoke.
“Hmm, knew you were up to something.” Vessel purred. Two let out an involuntary whine.
“Vess, listen, I- I didn’t mean-”
“Keep going.”
Two froze, his eyes widening. “What?”
“I said, keep going.” It wasn’t a request, this was a demand. A demand from his best friend, his bandmate, his…well, Two didn’t really know anymore.
“I- I can’t do that, not with you on the phone, that’s…”
Vessel chuckled, deep and smooth. If Two could reach out and touch that laugh, he bets it would feel like silk – if he could drink it in, he bets it would feel like bourbon going down his throat. “You can. I know you can, and I want to see you fall apart because of me.”
Two moaned loudly at that, his hand picking up on his cock again. He barely registered the sound of Vessel shuffling around in his own bed, didn’t see how Vessel laid flat on his back, the singer’s own hand wandering down, and down.
“Mmm, Vess…” Two whined. Vessel let out a mix between a moan and a laugh.
“I’m right here, darlin’.” Vessel drawled. “I’m not goin’ anywhere.”
Two’s hand tightened on his phone as he thumbed over the head of his cock, precum catching on his skin. His pants were too tight, he needed them off. Now.
“Fuck, Vess, wait.” Two set the phone beside him, shoving his sweatpants down and off as quickly as he could before picking up the phone again.
Vessel’s beautiful green eyes were staring right back at him as Two finally looked into the phone. The green Two adored so much was almost completely enshrouded by the sheer size of Vessel’s pupils. Two simply stared for a moment, taking in Vessel’s face. Something unfamiliar tightened in Two’s chest, this was…he’d never seen that look in Vessel’s eyes before. It wasn’t just lust, it was…
Maybe Two had seen that specific spark before.
He’d seen it in the studio alone, Vessel watching him fiddle with his drums as he created what Vessel called ‘the best drum pattern known to man’. He said that about every drumline Two wrote, surely it couldn’t be true for every one.
He’d seen it when they’d go out for lunch or coffee, Vessel listening to him ramble about his shit job, or a new movie he’d seen, or any random bullshit that Two could use to simply sit and talk with Vessel a little longer.
He’d seen it every time he had protected Vessel from his own head – whether it be the slight shaking in his hands as they waited to step onto the stage, or the near relapses that Two had seen time and time again in their near decade together.
That look wasn’t just lust, it was…it was love.
“Are you sure this is okay?” Two whispered, as if Vessel hadn’t pretty explicitly shown just how okay this was.
Vessel smiled, sharp and wolfish, yet somehow still soft. “More than okay, Two. Let me see you fall apart for me.”
Two obeyed, he always fucking did for Vessel. He started his former pace again, tightening his hand and twisting his wrist just right. All of the pent up arousal from the night was quickly approaching, despite Two’s desire to hang on just a bit longer. Small, breathy moans flowed through the phone, Vessel caving into his own desire.
Two’s eyes fluttered shut, his hips bucking upward into his palm. Vessel let out a particularly loud moan, and Two felt more precum dribble from his slit.
“Fuck…fuck, Vessel. I- I’m not gonna last much–”
Vessel swiftly cut him off, his voice strained with utter need. “Then don’t. Let yourself go. I- I’m right there, too, love. Just let go. Look at me while you cum for me.”
Two’s eyes snapped open, and as soon as their eyes met, Two was spilling over his hand with a loud cry of Vessel’s name. The other man wasn’t lying when he said just as close to the edge as Two was. Two heard the harsh cry of pleasure from Vessel’s end of the phone, and watched as he tensed on the screen, his head tipping backward.
God, if that wasn’t the hottest thing Two had ever had the privilege of witnessing.
The sound of panting filled the air as they both came down from their highs. Two’s muscles were lax, and he had to roll onto his side to keep himself from dropping his phone. Vessel seemed to do the same on the other side of the phone, his face now sideways on Two’s screen. They simply stared at each other, taking in the moment, taking in the pleasure they had just helped each other feel.
It was Vessel who broke the silence first, a soft smile forming on his unfairly pretty lips. “I interrupted you earlier, didn’t I?”
Two huffed a small laugh. “Maybe, but I think I liked this a lot more.”
“You think?”
“Okay, I definitely liked this a lot more.” Two smiled back.
“Well, then, I’m glad I could help. I don’t know what you were watching before, but it had you more worked up than I’ve ever seen you.”
Two rolled his eyes. “It wasn’t the video that had me worked up, Vess.”
Vessel’s eyes widened, “Oh…it wasn’t?”
God, this beautiful man was dense sometimes. “No, it wasn’t. It was you – you and your pretty face, and your talent, and your voice.”
“My voice?” Vessel’s smile was smug now. Two narrowed his eyes.
“Don’t make this a thing.”
“Oh, I am so making this a thing.” Vessel teased. Despite Two’s urge to protest, he couldn’t help but smile.
“Fine, but I’m gonna make the sexiest drum pattern you’ve ever heard, and I’m going to torture you with it.”
“Promise?” Vessel purred. If Two could reach through the screen and smack him, he would.
Two caught how Vessel began worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. Two clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Quit that, you’re gonna make yourself bleed. What’s on your mind?”
Vessel looked up at him before taking a deep breath. “I didn’t…I didn’t fuck this up did I?”
Two’s face softened, and so did his voice. “No, Vess, you didn’t fuck anything up. I- I wanted this. We wanted this.”
Vessel nodded, and he was quiet for a long moment. “Can I…”
“Can you..?” Two urged.
“Can I see you?” Vessel asked, voice almost a whisper. Two tilted his head.
“Like…” Two gestured vaguely to the expanse that was far beneath the camera’s range. Vessel shook his head.
“Can I come see you?”
Two’s breath hitched once more. There was no lust remaining in Vessel’s eyes, just pure adoration. Two understood then – they needed to talk…to figure out what this was between them now.
Two nodded. “Of course. I’ll put the kettle on?”
Vessel smiled softly. “Yeah…tea sounds nice. I’ll…see you in an hour?”
Two grinned, bright and loving, right back at him. “See you in an hour.”