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Soundwave	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Black Veil Brides Views: 1453 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know or own anything of or related to BVB. This is all sigh Fiction, never happened and no moneis were made.

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CC slapped his cymbal, a sloppy hit and the tone was off. Sweat ran off his body in rivulets, the black streaks he covered his body with more runny and smeared than he could ever make intentionally. Australia’s Soundwave festival was hotter than anything Warped Tour had ever thrown at them. Over a hundred degrees and humid with the sadistic sun smiling down on them the entire time he wasn’t sure an ice bath would cool him off.
Breath ripped in and out of him, his lungs trying to find oxygen in the sauna-like air. Black spots speckled the edge of his vision and he shook his head to clear them which only made the world tilt and swirl in a sickening way. His bandanna slid down his forehead again completely saturated and still more moisture was wrung from his body. Grabbing a hot bottle of water he chugged half of it but he didn’t feel any better.
In front of his kit Jake held his own bottle of water and glanced at CC, “okay?” he mouthed. CC nodded and shoved his bandanna up again, one more song and then they could head back to the bus and at least dry off. Jake closed his eyes for a second before tossing the empty bottle toward backstage.
Wiping his hands on a blackened towel for the hundredth time CC picked up his sticks and double checked the set list taped to the ground. Andy glanced back at him, a quick look most people wouldn’t notice but CC nodded once and started the song.
Backstage their manager, John, doused CC with cold water. The temporary shock wore off in seconds and by the time the water made it from his hair to his back it was the same temperature as his burned skin. Still panting, he felt more like an overheated dog than a rockstar but press and VIPs were backstage waiting for a chance to get a picture or ask a question anyway. John dumped another bottle of water on his head with the same effect. Black body paint mixed with sweat and water pooled at his feet. He swayed and caught himself, the black spots were back. His vision faded to grainy grey and white and his hearing cut out for a second.
When his senses came back John stood in front of him concern etched on his fatherly face, “CC, do you need to sit down?” CC shook his head harder than he should have. His vision darkened and his equilibrium took a vacation he staggered a step almost knocking Jake over. The guitarist wrapped an arm around his waist to keep him upright. Although, as slick as his skin was with makeup and sweat if his legs had gone out from under him the one-armed hug wouldn’t have helped much.
“I’ll take him back to the bus,” Jake told John. CC nodded vacantly, his vision blurred and when Jake gave him a gentle pull he followed the guitarist so he wouldn’t fall over.
In the air conditioning CC began to shake of his disconnected lethargy. Jake used a cold cloth to wipe makeup off his face and neck. The cool rag settled on the back of his neck under the heavy curtain of his hair. With a sigh, CC rested his cheek against Jake’s chest. Under the black fabric of his shirt his skin radiated heat. CC lifted his head, “you need to cool off,” he murmured pressing his hand against Jake’s stomach, two of his fingers brushing pale skin. Jake nodded, “I will,” he promised.
CC’s hand slid underneath Jake’s shirt stroking the supple skin of his belly. Jake took the now warm cloth off CC’s neck and moved over to the sink to rinse it out and cool it down again. When he returned CC held his hand and took the towel from him, “off,” he murmured tugging at Jake’s shirt again. Jake peeled his shirt off and dropped the wet mess on the floor. A smile twitched CC’s lips as he rubbed the cloth over one of Jake’s nipples, “Cold in here?” he asked leaning forward and tasting the still warm skin of his hip. Jake pulled his head closer rubbing his soft skin against CC’s lips. CC’s fingers ran over his other nipple rubbing small circles around it until it was hard beneath his fingers.
Jake tangled his hands in his hair and pulled his head back exposing his throat. Sharp teeth nipped at the thin skin covering his windpipe and the tip of his tongue traced over his hot skin. CC whimpered softly as Jake’s tongue and teeth found all the right places; a sharp nip on his pulse point, soft lips and hot breath behind his ear, tongue flicking across his throat again before dipping into his mouth.
CC’s lips closed around Jake’s tongue sucking and stroking the slick muscle until the guitarist was straddling his lap. Teeth and lips bruised against each other as CC took more control. One hand in Jake’s hair keeping his mouth locked against his the other slid up and squeezed his throat. He let go after a few seconds and licked Jake’s lips, sucking the lower one into his mouth while the guitarist breathed.
When his breath was ragged only from CC’s open mouthed kisses the drummer sealed their mouths again. Jake’s grip on his hair became a sharp pull and his hips ground against the hard ridge in CC’s pants. CC squeezed his throat again without letting up on his rough kiss; nipping and sucking he abused Jake’s mouth and tongue.
Letting go of Jake’s throat he allowed the guitarist to pull his head back. Lips blood red and swollen he didn’t resist running his tongue over them again. Jake’s tongue flicked out catching CC’s and then his hands tightened in the drummer’s hair again holding him in place while his tongue brushed his lips and dipped into his mouth.
Jake pulled back breathing hard, meeting CC’s gaze with nearly black eyes. The drummer rolled his hips up into Jake’s with a soft hiss. Jake countered his thrusts whimpering and twisting his hips to fit more of CC’s body between his legs. CC wrapped his arms around Jake’s waist holding the guitarist against him, “bunk?” he breathed. Dry humping wasn’t going to scratch his itch today. Jake rubbed against him one more time with a frustrated sound before standing up and dragging CC with him into the bunk section.
A/N: I started this with the intention of “finishing” but then I found this cliff hanger and I must say, I think I like it ^_~
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