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Five Finger Death Punch	By : mmarc56 Category: Celebrities - Misc > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1552 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Five Finger Death Punch or any of its members, this story is a work of fiction, and I made no money writing it.

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Chapter Seventeen: Hotel, Part 1

Chris and Ivan checked into a room together in a European hotel while Jeremy bought his own room and Jason and Zoltan suspiciously decided to share a room. As they arrived outside their doors, all in a row, Jason asked the singer and bassist, “Are you guys gonna benefit from being friends tonight?” in a low voice only the five of them could hear with a cruddy smirk on his face. Ivan stuck a fist in his jacket pocket and pulled it back out with his middle sticking out. He pursed his lips and widened his eyes in a mocking manner and everyone except for Jason chuckled softly at the sight of his gesture.

Jeremy shook his head and entered his room, which was the furthest from Ivan’s and Chris’s, and the others followed suit. Once inside, Chris asked, “What do you think Zoltan and Jason are sharing a room for?”

“They probably got the hots for each other,” the younger man replied coolly. Chris snickered. Ivan threw his stuff down and opened his arms. “Now come love on me.”

“Already?” he asked, dropping his duffel bag.

“Uh, yeah. What? Do you want to watch the TV guide channel loop for an hour before we fuck?”

“Well what time is it?”

Ivan checked the digital clock on the nightstand. “It’s nine thirty. What does it matter, grandpa? Get over here!” He pointed at the floor in front of him and opened his arms again. Chris took a few slow steps towards him and then rushed at him, grabbed him under the knees and lifted his torso up onto his shoulders, turned around, and dropped him onto the bed. Ivan squealed as he was swung upward and then laughed as Chris got on top of him and kissed his scruffy jawline and goatee. He wrapped his legs around his lover and rubbed his back until he was pushed further up on the bed and his neck was being sucked on. “Ah… Chris. Fuck me… Fuck me!”

The bassist stood up, undid the younger man’s pants, and pulled them off over his shoes, revealing his sexy, pinned stripped black boxers and bristly thighs. He pulled his own shirt off over his head, and Ivan rolled upwards, wrapped his arms around the standing man’s body, and kissed his hairy chest and stomach. Chris stepped out of his shoes, but as Ivan started to pull his own off he was stopped. “Leave them on. I like it that way.” A deep chuckle shook the singer’s throat and he laid back again.

Chris crouched down and pulled his limp cock out of his boxers and stroked it a few times while holding eye contact with his partner. “Yeah… you like that thick cock, don’t you?” Ivan asked with a proud smile, grabbing ahold of his dick’s base. “You wanna suck it again, don’t you?”

“Oh yeah, baby,” he responded, quickly putting the tip in his mouth before pulling it out and then placing more of the length back in to suck on.

Ivan moaned and pressed his head back into the mattress and fluffy hotel blankets before looking back at him. “Oh yeah, you’re hungry for that dick…” He rested his shoes on Chris’s shoulders and made soft sounds of pleasure.

Eventually Chris stood up and pulled the younger man’s boxers off over his shoes and ran a couple fingers over his bush of untrimmed pubic hair and up underneath his shirt. “We packed the condoms and lube just for this occasion,” he commented, excitedly leaving to retrieve his bag from the hallway where he rummaged through it.

“Hey, don’t get too excited,” Ivan said and the older man looked over at him, “It’s my turn.”

Chris’s facial expression dropped before he nodded and said, “Alright…” He thought for a second. “A—are you sure you wanna do it in hotel room, you know, for the first time?”

“What are you talking about ‘first time’?”

“You know, taking my,” he laughed awkwardly, “‘ass-virginity’? Lack of a better term, heh-heh…”

“Boy, get over here.” Ivan sat up, a smile on his face, and Chris came near him with the condoms and lubricant in his hands. “All the way over here.” He walked in between his open legs and Ivan rested his hands on his hips. “What’s it gonna matter here or at home? It’s gonna happen sometime.”

“I—I just feel like it’d be more personal at home.”

“Baby, come here,” he gestured for him to lean down and kiss him and then after the kiss he held his face there. “I wanna make you feel good, baby doll. I’ll be gentle with you. I promise.”

“I—I’m nervous, man,” he persisted. A thought popped into his mind then. “A—and if I’m gonna let you in my ass you’ve gotta do something for me.” Ivan raised his eyebrows in a sweet way that emphasized the fact he was listening carefully to his anxiety. “Y—you’ve gotta blow me. I’ve blown you twice now; it’s your turn.”

Ivan sat there unblinkingly for a second before shrugging. “Alright.” Chris stepped back as the singer got on his knees and his heart turned angrily: Ivan hadn’t argued it like he had hoped he would to delay his inevitable butt-fucking.

The younger man undid the bassist’s jeans and pulled them down with his boxers so they dropped around his ankles, and his large cock swung out and greeted him. “This thing is so fucking big,” he said, wrapping both his hands around his shaft. “Now just to be clear,” he looked up at him, “this probably ain’t gonna be that great, you understand that?”

“Yeah, I know. Go on.”

“Alright.” He swallowed nervously, opened his mouth, closed it, and then his eyes sharpened and he licked the length up to the tip. Chris inhaled quickly. Ivan looked up at him to catch his reaction, and then put the tip in his mouth. The bassist started to moan softly as Ivan struggled to suck as much of his dick as possible, and he prompted him to rub the shaft with his hands as he sucked. Even though he felt a pleasurable vibration in his genitals, it didn’t take him long to realize that Ivan wasn’t very good this. Not wanting to embarrass him, he let him continue to awkwardly try and please him until he acted like he had had enough and pulled back.

Ivan stood up, hug him with their pelvises pressed together, a thin coat of shiny, smeared salvia still visible on the side of his mouth, and asked, “Was that good baby?”

“Y—yeah,” he lied.

A chuckle shook his throat. “It wasn’t that bad…” He stepped back and tapped his partner’s shoulder. “Now why don’t you turn around and bend over. I wanna make you feel good.”

“What are you gonna do? Are we just going straight into this?” He asked apprehensively.

“You’ll find out. I gotta prepare that hole of yours, don’t I? Bend over.”

“I ain’t bending over shit until you tell me exactly what you’re gonna do.”

“Trust me, baby. It ain’t gonna hurt; it’ll feel good.”

“Ivan.”

“Chris.”

The bassist sighed and bent over the bed, giving into the younger man, swearing to himself that it better feel good to make up for that awful blowjob, because he was falling out of the mood. As soon as the singer got down on his knees behind him he knew what was going to happen, and happen it did.

A warm, wet tongue pressed against his asshole and made him jolt. “Fuck! What the—?” Chris pulled himself up onto the bed away from him and turned around fiercely. “What the hell are you doing?”

Ivan started laughing. “Pussy and ass are my two favorite meals. Now let me eat that sweet ass.”

“You’re fucking sick!”

“Chris, baby, come on.” To Ivan’s immense surprise it actually wasn’t that hard to coax Chris back into his former position over the bed, leading him to believe that he was actually into the idea. He went in again, more carefully this time, and circled the tip of his tongue with a wide diameter around his asshole before pressing it into the center.

Chris’s heart was suspended in a warm, liquid of manifest enjoyment, yet his face grimaced with disgust. He could hear the singer slurping and the sounds of him viciously devouring his hole with his tongue and lips, and he felt forced by his conflicting feelings to ask, “How are you enjoying that? It’s hairy and gross back there.”

“It’s fucking delicious,” Ivan panted in response before going back in. Chris felt himself falling back into the mood, moaning and enjoying having his ass eaten out more than he ever thought someone could. His body started to slip away as Ivan worked his ass with his tongue and fingers and he gave in completely to his pleasure until the singer stopped and stood up.

“You ready to have some real fun?” He asked, opening the box of condoms and taking one out. The bassist nodded. After the rubber was rolled over his erection, Ivan briefly inserted the top section of his middle finger into Chris’s ass as he reached for the lube, and then pulled it out and squirted lubricant into his hand to rub over his cock. He dabbed some lube onto the tip of his finger and stuck it inside of the older man again, causing him to gasp and mumble incoherently.

Just as Ivan was lining himself up, however, the bassist stopped him. “W—wait. Should we – you know – you lay down and I, like, get on top?”

“So you have the control?”

“Y—yeah.”

“We can do that. Let’s just let you adjust to it first before you sit on it,” he said, and then he pressed the tip into his hole.

Chris let out a shaky moan. “Ahh… Ivan…” As the singer got deeper inside of him, he winced. “Ouch, damnit, Ivan, be careful.”

“Shh… We’re good.” He pushed the rest of his length in and let the older man adjust to the feeling of his thick cock inside of him.

“Ah, God…”

“Shh…”

Ivan pulled out some and pushed back in gently, which Chris seemed to respond to positively, until he picked up some speed thrusting into him. He cursed and bit his hand to keep himself from screaming, but eventually his body melted and his teeth released his knuckles as Ivan stretched his ass and pleasured every inch of the skin tightly encasing his dick. “You’re such a big man, aren’t you?” Ivan murmured. Chris groaned. “You liking this, baby?” he asked louder.

“I—” he exhaled with difficulty, “Y—yeah…”

Ivan slapped his ass and then grabbed it with both hands for grip as he fucked him, and with every pleasurable jab to the prostate Chris felt himself losing it. He was still in a battle with himself that concerned his immeasurable amount of pride in being a man and the undeniable love he felt for every sensual second of making love to the younger man. There was no point in fighting it, but God forbid anyone think he was any less of a man.

When Ivan grabbed him under the hips and yanked his backside up, however, he was gone. His body convulsed and he let out an unintentionally loud noise as Ivan hit him deeper than ever before. He cursed and writhed against the covers until Ivan stopped and pulled out. Chris looked back defensively. “What the hell are you stopping for?”

“You want on top?”

He took the opportunity to be a man and commanded Ivan to get on the bed, but once he climbed on top of him, however, he realized how awkward the angle was and he felt more feminine than before. “Come on baby,” Ivan groaned, lining his cock up with his asshole, “You’ve got the control now, so fuck me…”

The bassist swallowed hard and sat down on his dick slowly, which felt so much different than earlier. Different pressure points were being pressed and his weight pushed it deep inside of him. He made sure not to crush him as he set an open palm on the singer’s chest for balance and began moving himself up and down. He couldn’t help but think about how weird a big, muscular, bearded man riding a dick must look, but the beautiful feeling of the liquid pleasure flowing through his veins and Ivan’s face, lost in the throes of passion, forced him not to care; this was about making love, not maintaining a masculine reputation. Besides, he and Ivan had that unspoken love between them; they would never think less of each other, especially not under these conditions.

Eventually Ivan rolled up, turning Chris onto his back, his legs wrapped around his body, and began thrusting into him missionary style. Their hearts were so close, beating quickly, creating friction and heat. Their bodies were so connected and in an effort to be even more connected Chris kissed him, deeply and sloppily, as if their tongues were making love themselves. Ivan kissed and licked his beard and buried his face into his hairy neck as their breath came out faster, hotter, and wetter.

Ivan suddenly pulled out of him, but before he could even rip the condom off his cock he was filling it with his sperm, collapsing into Chris, twitching and crying. After a few seconds, however, he sprung up rather quickly, took hold of his partner’s cock, put its tip in his mouth, and rubbed it furiously with only his thumb and index finger in a ring shape. Chris’s body tightened with the surprise of how phenomenal it felt, especially compared to Ivan’s previous attempt down there, and his cum came out without little warning and filled the singer’s mouth. It spilled out into his goatee and onto his shirt and he looked up at the bassist with wide eyes that displayed how impressed he was with the size of the load. He smiled his cute, mischievous smile as the rest came onto his face until Chris was empty and fell back into the puffy hotel blankets with a loud sigh.

“Nice,” the younger man commented, standing up and removing the condom from his cock. Chris took in his naughty facial expression, happily covered with his seed, and let out a very quiet, satisfied breath. Ivan licked his lips and used his fingers to lap up more, and then walked across the room to the tissue box by the television.

“Was that good baby?” he asked as he wiped off his face.
“Y—yeah,” Chris answered honestly.
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