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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 Twenty-Nine: Back from the Gym

Chris Kael returned from the gym in the afternoon, sweaty and sore, his beard tied up in a bun, and his sleeveless shirt stained with sudor. Ivan Moody laid on his couch in nothing but a pair of red boxer shorts with the bassist’s pug dog seated comfortably against his thigh, a beer in his hand, and a football game playing on the television.

“I thought you left,” Chris said as he dropped his gym bag on the floor near the door and stepped out of his shoes.

“What are you doing bringing your fine self in he all dirty and sexy?” Ivan ate him up with his eyes and the older man gave a flattered laugh.

“Why don’t you just move in? You’re always here,” he went on.

“Wearing your sleeveless shirt with you beard tied up… C’mere,” he opened his arms and gestured for him to approach him.

“I don’t think you want any of this right now. I’m pretty sweaty and gross from the gym.”

“Yeah, I like that.”

Chris shook his head and walked towards him. “Are you watching football drunk in your underwear?” he asked.

“Yeah, that’s the only way to watch it,” he laughed drunkenly.

“Mm…” he leaned in, “I can’t argue with that.” He pecked the singer on the mouth and then asked, “What did we say about drinking, though?”

“I ain’t drinking ‘cause I’m sad, I’m drinking to have a good time!” he smiled, opened his arms, and leaned back into the couch, “So we’re cool!”

Chris stood up straight and clicked his tongue. “Alright… Well, I’m gonna go shower—” as he turned around to leave, Ivan slapped his ass hard, producing a loud smack sound.

“Ooh, baby! Have you been doing extra squats at the gym? Keeping that ass nice and firm for me?” He pulled the surprised bassist back by the waistband of his basketball shorts and then cupped his ass in both hands. “Oh yeah, baby. I just wanna press my face into your sweet, solid ass and fucking devour your tight hole.” Chris looked over his shoulder at the young man fondling his cheeks and rubbing his asshole through the thin fabric of his shorts and saw his cute, mischievous, and delightfully naughty expression like a kid in candy store accompanied by Al Capone.

He turned back around and covered his ass. “Geez, Ivan, at least let me shower!”

“No way! That takes away the booty stank!”

“What?!” Chris burst out laughing.

Ivan awkwardly stumbled to his feet, which scared away the pug, set his beer on the floor, and attempted to get the older man into a position in which he could hug him from behind. “Bend over the couch, Chris! Come on, bend over it! Let me pull that tight ass out of your shorts and eat that hole! Heh-heh.”

Chris let the younger man wrestle him over the couch and slowly pull his shorts down so that they slid over his ass. He immediately pressed his face into it and took a good whiff before he sighed loudly with satisfaction, “Oh, baby! You got it going on today! Fucking being sexy as fuck,” he gave his hole a lick, “Who do you think you are? Tying up your beard,” he licked him again, “wearing your fucking sexy sleeveless shirt to show off your big,” he licked him, “strong,” lick, “fucking s—sexy ass muscular arms…” lick. Ivan chewed through his sweaty ass and made him groan and moan and scratch at the plush couch cushions.

He then stood up and spanked him hard. “You wanna get fucked? I bet you want to get fucked bringing your sexy ass in here like you did.”

“It’s my house—” Chris started with a smile, but he was interrupted by Ivan slapping his ass again. Ivan’s erection was sticking straight out, unrestrained by his red boxers, and its tip was partially visible, peeking through the hole in the front. The singer then pulled him to the floor by his beard, which Chris did not respond to positively, and rubbed his boner against his face.

“Yeah, you wanna eat this cock? Swallow every inch? Yeah, I bet you do, you hungry little slut…”

“You’re being really overbearing,” the bassist mumbled as his partner continued to rub his penis on his face. The dick was then shoved through his lips and he briefly tasted fabric. It hit the back of his throat and he gagged and pulled back so he could breathe. “Fuck, Ivan!” Ivan pushed it back in quickly and Chris didn’t resist: he sucked hard on it, producing loud slurping and gagging sounds, and struggled to tolerate the feeling of it pressing against the back of his throat.

“Oh, God!” Ivan moaned loudly, throwing his head back, “Yeah baby! Fucking swallow that big-ass cock!” Chris choked on it again and spit it out, but once again it was quickly pushed back in. It was very difficult for him but he dealt with Ivan awkwardly attempting to throat fuck him until he was slapped across the face with his wet, slippery cock and was told to get back on the couch and bend over it.

“Go get the lube,” he said as the singer lined himself up for entry.

“No, baby, we’re fine,” he breathed.

“Ivan,” he pulled away, “Go get the lube – and the condoms,” he added.

“Fuck that,” Ivan said as he walked away, “I’m fucking you bareback.” He returned, stumbling down the hallway, with the lube and coated his dick with it. “You ready, motherfucker? I’m gonna fuck you so hard – so hard you can’t walk tomorrow.” He inserted his tip into the bassist’s ass and then slammed the rest of his length into him.

“Fuck!” Chris shouted.

Ivan pounded his hole on the couch loudly and sloppily, and the whole time Chris couldn’t help but wish that he was as drunk as him. He drilled his tight ass, jabbed his prostate, and tugged at his shirt, but the bassist caught him in his attempts to rip it apart and pulled it off over his head for him. Ivan grabbed his torso and humped him roughly, licked his neck, and bit his ear a little too hard. Chris winced when he felt the skin break and pulled his ear away from his partner’s teeth. Upon touching it and checking his finger he saw a nice sized smear of blood.

“Beg for it!” Ivan commanded loudly in his ear before standing up straight again, but this didn’t make sense because he hadn’t stopped drilling into him. “Fucking beg for it!”

“Ah— Give it to me, baby,” Chris groaned.

Ivan slapped his ass and then used it for grip. “Louder! Let me know you want this!”

“Fuck!” he shouted, humoring his drunken sexuality, “Fuck me like a man, Ivan! Fucking give it to me!”

Ivan cried out, increasing the speed of his thrusts, and then slammed his hips into his ass. Chris and Ivan came at the same time as Ivan’s cum filled his rectum and they both cursed loudly at their release.

“Shit! Oh, God…” The singer pulled his dick out of him, “Oh, shit… Fuck…”

When Chris attempted to stand up, Ivan held him down with the palm of one hand. He got on his knees behind his ass and licked it as the white liquid started dripping out of his hole slowly.

“Fuck, Ivan,” Chris breathed, “You’re nasty as hell…” He jerked up slightly as the younger man started sucking his semen out of his ass like he was sucking soda up a straw. He let out a shaky breath and shook his head.

When he was finished, he let the bassist get up and lift him into a standing position. He embraced him and mumbled drunken nothings against his hairy chest, and the only thing Chris made out was the phrase, “I love you so much it hurts…”

“Aww…” he cooed softly, pulling Ivan in tightly. He rubbed his naked back and kissed his yellow hair affectionately and swayed a little in place as they hugged. “You fucked me good, baby doll,” he mumbled.

Ivan raised his chin up and kissed him deeply, but Chris cringed at the taste of beer mixed with the pungent flavor of his ass. It didn’t matter though: the gesture was sweet, so he held the kiss.

After that, Chris stripped off his socks so he was more naked than Ivan, who was still wearing his boxers with his cock hanging out the front, and joined him on the couch. They cuddled and kissed and eventually Chris laid down across the length of the couch with Ivan on top of him using his beard as a pillow.
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