Written for "I can feel Dave's dick on my back."
Dave stepped off stage, sweaty, exhausted - and both turned on and pissed off. He had taken a moment to stand behind Taylor mid-concert, watching him play, something he loved to do. Taylor's arms moved with strength and agility, his hands flexing around the drumsticks mid-song, swinging his head back in an attempt to get his sweaty hair out of his face. It was obviously sensual, but Dave also found himself very proud, to see his best friend, his lover, living out his dream and showing off his talent.
As proud as he may be, Dave couldn't help but pay more attention to the sensual aspect at the moment. He was close enough to feel the heat coming off of Taylor's body and smell the salty sweat soaking his shirt and hair. Dave was so tempted to make contact with Taylor's hot, near writhing body. He leaned forward, just the tiniest bit, his knee brushing up against Taylor's drum stool and-
"I can feel Dave's dick on my back."
Shit.
Taylor and Dave had an unusually intimate stage relationship, one that often borderlined on blatantly sexual. But for Taylor to completely call him out, on stage, in the middle of a show-
Shit.
Dave managed to laugh it off and continue playing, but his mind was preoccupied for the rest of the show. Replaying the moment, wondering if he had finally crossed the line and hoping the rest of the band wasn't too annoyed.
He thrusted his guitar towards some tech and strode after Taylor, grabbing him around the wrist. Once they were out of sight of the crew, he pushed Taylor towards a broom closet, slamming the door behind him.
Taylor slid his hands up Dave's back and over his shoulders, moving in to kiss at
Dave stepped off stage, sweaty, exhausted - and both turned on and pissed off. He had taken a moment to stand behind Taylor mid-concert, watching him play, something he loved to do. Taylor's arms moved with strength and agility, his hands flexing around the drumsticks mid-song, swinging his head back in an attempt to get his sweaty hair out of his face. It was obviously sensual, but Dave also found himself very proud, to see his best friend, his lover, living out his dream and showing off his talent.
As proud as he may be, Dave couldn't help but pay more attention to the sensual aspect at the moment. He was close enough to feel the heat coming off of Taylor's body and smell the salty sweat soaking his shirt and hair. Dave was so tempted to make contact with Taylor's hot, near writhing body. He leaned forward, just the tiniest bit, his knee brushing up against Taylor's drum stool and-
"I can feel Dave's dick on my back."
Shit.
Taylor and Dave had an unusually intimate stage relationship, one that often borderlined on blatantly sexual. But for Taylor to completely call him out, on stage, in the middle of a show-
Shit.
Dave managed to laugh it off and continue playing, but his mind was preoccupied for the rest of the show. Replaying the moment, wondering if he had finally crossed the line and hoping the rest of the band wasn't too annoyed.
He thrusted his guitar towards some tech and strode after Taylor, grabbing him around the wrist. Once they were out of sight of the crew, he pushed Taylor towards a broom closet, slamming the door behind him.
Taylor slid his hands up Dave's back and over his shoulders, moving in to kiss at
