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3AM
Well, 3:26 to be exact. Stuart almost never got a good night’s sleep. Sometimes it was creative unrest, other nights insomnia, and other nights a splitting headache . Tonight it was… a less than practical boner.
It’s not like it was the first time. There were plenty of nights where his arousal kept him up for a long time. A good wank usually resolved the issue. Usually.
Murdoc was a night owl and almost always delivered. It wasn’t often that Stuart woke up like that but when he did, the older man knew exactly what he needed. Like medicine. Like a drug.
Not to mention, he’d end up asleep in his boyfriend’s bed. So, why not? A swift visit to the older man’s headquarters and he would be fast asleep in an hour after a proper shag.
But when 2D went inside this time, Murdoc was sound asleep.
Fuck.
2D didn’t normally find the bassist asleep like this in the dead of night. To be fair, any time he did find Murdoc asleep was usually in the middle of the day following a binge and he just wouldn’t budge. At all. You could slap him in his sleep and nothing. You could push his slumbering body down a flight of stairs and Stuart was certain he wouldn’t even feel it.
For that reason, 2D made no attempt to wake him.
Despite how crude, disgusting, and unpleasant Murdoc could be, though, no one could really say he wasn’t attractive. The man was a downright beauty to look at. When he isn’t talking or cursing or insulting someone, he’s a vision. Especially the way he was laid out then and there.
In his bed, legs spread, so he had a great view of the goods. Chin aimed upwards, showing off that jawline. What a fox. 2D never really talked about it or said it out loud. But he thought about it. Constantly.
It almost dominated his thoughts, really. More than Murdoc would ever know. He glanced down at the tent formed in his pants by his all-too-erect cock and lightly palmed himself for some relief. He felt wrong, but still. 2D wanted to run his lips all over the bassist. His fingers twitched with the impulse to touch.
Instead, he opted for spitting into his palm and lowering his pajamas to his ankles. Holding his cock in his hand, he looked down at it. God, it was ridiculous even to observe how hard he was. 2D stroked himself firmly, his foreskin pulled back, and he hissed in pleasure.
He felt so dirty. He felt like a pervert. A complete and total pervert. A slave to his own hopeless desires. So hopeless in fact that he couldn’t even wait for his partner to be awake. He didn’t even have the spine to shake him awake himself. Instead, he jerked his dick from a distance and was enjoying every moment of it. Leaning against a wall, he moaned lowly, closing his eyes to further fantasize.
A part of him wanted the other to wake upon his own. He wanted Murdoc to wake up and grin that condescending, amused grin. He wanted him to laugh and watch for a bit, tut at the singer, and say “Well, well, are you going to come fuck me or are you gonna leave me out of the fun?”
He imagined himself, legs bent over Murdoc, riding his cock and gripping the sheets on either side of his head, while the older man held his hands to the underside of his thighs. It made 2D gasp. He was so close. But still something stopped him. A moral dilemma.
Truth be told, he didn’t want to cum without Murdoc’s involvement. He’d already proven to himself how debased he was. It took an incredible amount of self control, but Stuart let go of himself. He was pulsing, and there was precum gathering on the head of his dick, but he simply took a sharp breath and turned his starved gaze to the sleeping man on the bed.
2D blinked and before he knew it, his clothes were discarded onto the floor and he was between Murdoc’s legs, hands on his hairy thighs while he tongued the older man’s cock through his underwear. Even doing just that was driving him crazy.
He was panting and the only light shining onto him was coming in from the streetlights outside through messy blinds. Focused look in his eyes, forehead beginning to shine with perspiration, tall frame. Anyone would think he was some kind of eldritch horror come to seize Murdoc in the night.
It wasn’t long before the heat of Stuart’s mouth made Murdoc hard under the fabric of his briefs. And the singer had enough of waiting. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of his boyfriend’s underwear, pulling it down until out sprang what he was craving most.
Murdoc’s dick was of considerable length, and an even more considerable girth. His mind went back to when they once compared each other’s sizes. 2D’s was a tad longer, albeit thinner but he loved Murdoc’s. Loved their differences. Loved how he tasted. Loved how good it made him feel when it was sheathed all the way inside him.
So, here he was. Waking him up in the only way he knew how in his given circumstances. Spitting on his cock and doing a slovenly job of sucking him off, all while his darling bassist was fast asleep. Moaning into it. Reveling in it. Worshipping him.
Still, Murdoc had only made a soft sound and shifted his head. Not good enough for Stuart.
He put in extra work now. His hand stroking the base of the other’s cock as he licked from his testicles to the tip. He engulfed it for a moment before continuing to jerk him off. His face was a mess wet with drool. Only then did Murdoc begin to stir.
And the sight in front of him was truly something. Through gaps of light, there was the singer. His beautiful, blue songbird with his mouth full of him. He knew 2D was a deviant. If anyone was going to know, it was Murdoc. He was the one taking care of most of Stuart’s urges anyway, especially in the dead of night. There’d been many a time when he caught 2D masturbating in odd, ostracized places, many a time when 2D said something questionably depraved when getting fucked. But this was new.
“Look at this… must be my birthday..” He leaned his head back with a laugh and a moan, lazily tangling his fingers into his boyfriend’s azure hair. “Most people just say good morning, y’know.”
2D pulled away from the other with a wet sound, breathing heavy as he less than gracefully wiped his mouth with his wrist.
“Wouldn’t have had to if you had already been up.”
“And what? You don’t know how to wake someone up with your words? Or a friendly tap?”
The singer opened his mouth to respond with more snark, but stopped when the older man pulled his hair tighter and made a ‘tsk’ sound with his mouth.
“Or maybe you were so desperate for a cock in your throat, you forgot your manners. Is that it, Stuart? Is my assessment more or less accurate?”
He gasped at Murdoc’s words, feeling his desire pooling at the core of his loins. Murdoc was right. Stuart was desperate. So horny and desperate, he would rather suck Murdoc off in his sleep than think of a way to wake him up and ask for sex proper.
“Y-yessir. ‘M sorry.”
It was really sweet how apologetic 2D got whenever Murdoc caught him like this. He could tell that he was contrite, that he truly couldn’t help it. He stroked the side of his face gently, pursing his lips in a false display of pity.
“Ohh, poor Stu. How about you fuckin’ show me how sorry you are.”
Murdoc couldn’t have thought of a better wake up call. Sure, it wasn’t morning in the traditional sense, but having this be breakfast, having this be the view that he opens his eyes to was heaven. He loved the effect he had on the younger man. Loved that the guy nearly loses his mind at the invitation of sex. Even now as he glanced around the room for the all too familiar bottle of lubricant, he looked beautiful. He loved that he could snap his fingers and his bluebird was at his beckon call.
2D, on the other hand, didn’t even wait for the other to prepare him before he was doing it himself. Hunched over, on his knees, as he reached back to fuck himself with two lube coated fingers. It made Murdoc smile.
2D moaned at the pleasure he was giving himself, but something about having Murdoc as an audience made the fervor in him grow.
“You’re so pretty when you fuck yourself for me.”
The comment made Stuart whimper and increase the speed of his own wrist, working his fingers in and out of himself faster.
“Such a nasty boy. How long were you like this?”
Stuart let out a shaky breath.
“Sssince 2 in the morning..”
“Were you thinking of me?”
“I-I always think about you..”
“That’s right,” he purred, “Always such a dutiful little degenerate, only for me. Ain’t that right, Stu?”
The younger man feverishly nodded his head while Murdoc squeezed a small amount of lube over his own saliva-coated erection.
“Say it, then. I’m tired of you acting like a fuckin’ saint when we both know what you really are.” He stroked himself slowly, getting off on the show in front of him and at the same time, letting Stuart know what was to come.
He could heard 2D audibly gulp, and in a lustful, pitiable voice, he whined out, “I’m a degenerate.”
“And what else?”
The younger man was certain he could cum from this banter alone. Nothing truly got his rocks off more than being humiliated.
“A dirty boy, y-your dirty boy, fuck…”
The frontman could feel his face heat up with an embarrassed blush at the words he was saying, but it pleased Murdoc to no end. He sat up for his lips to meet 2D’s in a kiss that was more tongue and teeth than anything else. Both men moaned into the other’s mouth while their hands worked overtime, with Stuart reaching in front of him to catch his balance on the other’s shoulders and Murdoc grabbing tightly onto his hips.
“Prove it then.”
Murdoc’s sultry words finally forced him onto his knees, where he removed his own fingers but frantically searched for their replacement. Once 2D had a grip on his cock, Murdoc watched as the younger man took a seat onto it, lowering himself with a blissful sigh while he rolled his hips forward to ensure he slid right in 2D’s hole. Finally. The younger man wasted no time in setting a quick pace, mounting Murdoc like he was fucking born for it.
Truth be told, Murdoc had always believed 2D to be gorgeous. When he sang and lit up a stage, he was a God among men. Hell, even when he was acting stupid and fumbling about, he still looked good doing it, but in Murdoc’s mind, nothing beat watching him ride.
For starters, his body was immaculate. Murdoc would always harbor a fair share of bitterness about Stuart towering over him a bit, but there was something about this tall drink of water being his to drink. His long, slender legs tensing and relaxing as he rose and fell back again. It made Murdoc rake his nails along the soft skin of his thighs, holding his hands just underneath them while he let 2D take over.
Furthermore on his body, the way his chest was arched forward showed Murdoc a blank canvas of flesh, taut and unblemished, and his nipples begging to be bitten, sucked on, played with. And his collarbone - Satan Almighty, that collarbone, you could drink wine out of it. The bassist couldn’t help reflecting on how lovely a trail of blue hair that started in the center of his chest was and how it led to a patch of pubic hair around his perfect dick.
“Ohh, fuck, Murdoc..” Came the pleasured groan from 2D, who let his hands fall back onto the older man’s calves for better leverage as he fucked himself on his cock. “God - hah - so good, so fuckin’ good, needed this..”
“Doin’ brilliantly, D, such a good fucking boy for me..” Came his own breathless response, while he bucked his hips in response to the singer’s movements. “D’you like getting fucked like this? Like the cockhungry bitch you are?”
With a whimper of ecstasy, Stuart nodded while he struggled to keep his eyes open and Murdoc’s nails dug deep into his skin. “Yeah?” He teased, thrusting into him deeper, dilligently. “What’s your aim, darling? D’you want me to stretch you out? Fill you up with my cum until yer dripping?”
2D grinned a stupid, toothy grin and nodded again enthusiastically and it was almost adorable. How sweet it was to know that this irresistible creature was more than grateful to have himself be made useful, to know that it gave him pure satisfaction to make a fool of himself all for Murdoc’s viewing pleasure.
Not enough, though.
The bassist tugged on his hair again, harder than the last time, hard enough to send Stu toppling down over his chest. He slid an arm around his boyfriend’s waist, grabbing hold of his ass tightly and holding him open, taking the opportunity to fuck him at a much faster pace than he was riding.
Now, this was his favorite part. With 2D held down like this, all he could do was moan and gasp with reckless abandon, hands splayed over the bassist’s torso while he took Murdoc’s cock. That voice was truly special. Whether he was singing or crying out from an unmitigated screwing.
2D’s voice had filled stadiums, music festivals, all sorts of venues. Fans came from all corners of the world to see them, to see him . And with that voice, Stuart made floor pits at concerts rumble with excitement and made plenty of women scream his name. But the name he was wailing out here, in this room, was Murdoc’s.
It made his heart swell with pride. So when he noticed 2D trying to cover his mouth, he shook his head.
“Now, now, none of that, sweetheart.” He hissed, slowing down again. “ Beg me. Like the good boy I know you are.”
Their eyes locked, and with his hands tangled in Murdoc’s hair, he tried (and failed) to hold back the sounds of his delight, swallowing back a bit before finally speaking in urgent, strained words, thick with lust. “Please, Mudz,” he gasped, “need you to cum in me, please, please please, ‘m begging you, I deserve it, give it to me..”
“Oh, you deserve it?” He quickens his fucking, and 2D’s back arches.
“Mmhm..”
“You make a cute slut, Dentz, it’s almost embarrassing.”
Another whine. Against Murdoc’s tight clutch, he tried to keep going, tried to meet the tempo of the swift movements and fall back onto his cock with more impact. It was Stuart’s turn to tease him, almost like he was trying to incense something in Murdoc.
“Don’t tell me, show me.”
The cheeky comment earned him exactly what he sought out, with Murdoc’s hips snapping up viciously to pound his cock into the singer’s ass. It made 2D shudder and toss his head back, giving his boyfriend all the access to mar and bite at him the way he had desired, leaving a trail of love bites in his wake.
“Why don’t you touch yourself for me, pretty boy ?”
If he had the time, Murdoc would have stayed like that forever, just to bask in the sight of him. 2D, hand jerking his own cock in a frenzy with Murdoc’s jammed inside of him. His face bright red with the impending orgasm rapidly approaching. Strands of sweaty blue hair stuck to the sides of his face. If Murdoc’s vocation wasn’t the bass, he would’ve dedicated his life to sculpting Stuart’s image in marble.
Especially when he did cum. His moans becoming breathier, drawn out as he squeezes his dick, releasing onto Murdoc’s stomach. His hips stuttered and the bassist could feel his tensing muscles as he chased his own completion. 2D had curled into him, so he held the younger man steady and his unrelenting speed slowed down to a measured one. With his own labored breaths and choked moans muffled by Stuart’s neck, he emptied himself completely inside.
2D held himself up, his eyelashes fluttering as he laughed, catching his breath. Murdoc dramatically laid back and sighed when the singer pulled himself off.
If that wasn’t going to put him to sleep, Stuart didn’t know what would.
Murdoc furtively looked around the room, glancing down at a t-shirt from earlier in the week. He picked it up and wiped his stomach clean of 2D’s cum, tossing the shirt off in the other direction. Stuart was near half asleep by then on the left side of his bed, so Murdoc slid closer with a satisfied smile.
“You look pleased with yourself. Think you’ll be getting some sleep now?” He purred, brushing sweat drenched locks of hair behind 2D’s ear.
“‘M sorry I woke you up.”
“‘S alright. Not complaining. Though it would’ve been nicer if you had thought to visit me before.”
“Didn’t think it was gonna be this bad at 3AM. What’s the time?”
Murdoc turned over to a bedside table nearby, checking his phone. “It’s 4:12. We should sleep.”
Stuart turned over to his side and yawned. With pleading, dark eyes and outstretched arms, he motioned to Murdoc to cuddle closer. A request he couldn’t say no to. When he came closer, 2D wrapped his arms around him and that prompted Murdoc to kiss him.
“Awfully clingly, you know that?”
“If you don’t like it, you could pull away.”
Murdoc shut him up with another peck, mostly because he didn’t care to admit that he was right. It made 2D smile with a pleased hum.
“Can you turn over? Let’s do this differently, it’ll be more comfortable the way we usually do it.”
Stuart picked up on his cues relatively well, and that meant Murdoc wanted to spoon. Anytime they did, granted, he was never the big spoon. It was always the bassist to wrap himself around his back. Rolling his eyes, he turned his back to the older man and felt a sigh of happiness and a kiss against his shoulder when Murdoc pulled him flush against his chest.
“Much better.”
Black nails traced circles on Stuart’s arms. Bliss.
“Murdoc?”
“Yeah?”
A short pause.
“I love you. Sorry again for waking you.”
“Shut up already. I love you, too.”
“And thanks for staying up with me.”
“I said shut up, I’m trying to sleep.”
Fair enough. Stuart closed his eyes. But what happened next he couldn’t tell if it was a dream or it was real.
A kiss on the back of his neck.
“I love you more than you’ll ever know.”