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He really tried to keep his feelings in check. After all, he’s a professional, and he didn't want to jeopardize their working or personal relationship.
II is extremely talented, and Vessel was convinced that he couldn't have finished the first two EPs of Sleep Token, his magnum opus, without him. II was now just as much part of Sleep Token as Vessel, and he didn't want to lose that under any circumstances. No. He worked too hard to get where he was now.
But II wasn't just a great drummer and key creative partner, he was also extremely attractive. Vessel found himself staring at the smaller man more than he meant to. Whether it was the dimples that formed on his mouth when he laughed or smiled, or the contours and ridges that appeared on his toned arms when he moved them expertly while the drummed, there was a lot to admire about the smaller man’s appearance in addition to his musicianship. One time after a show, II took of his shirt immediately after leaving the stage, revealing a canvas of tattoos over a toned frame. Vessel was pretty sure his brain short-circuited at that point, and never fully recovered.
Since then, he had sort of gotten used to seeing the man display his bare torso. Sometimes, II would forgo a shirt on stage in favour of black body paint, which Vessel helped apply to his back more than once. Each time, it took all of his willpower to not reach down and kiss the smaller man’s neck, or to slip his hand under the waistband of his trousers, just to see if he could draw the moans and whimpers he imagined that II would make when he felt pleasure. Even if Vessel might've been able to explain those lower touches by saying he wanted to make sure that II wouldn't have any unpainted patches showing even when he moved around and his trousers would inevitably shift on his body, he didn't want to risk making II uncomfortable.
But this time, this time, Vessel wasn't sure if he could contain himself. He wasn't sure if he even wanted to try.
He was staring at II, who had just finished shucking off his trousers and was standing, only in a pair of tight black boxer briefs and the dirty white mask with the Sleep Token logo hastily painted in red on its front, facing Vessel. Vessel’s eyes, hidden behind his mask, slowly moved down II’s body, taking in every detail, including his muscular legs and the…prominent…part between them.
The expression on II’s face was hard to read under the mask, but he tilted his head to the side slightly in question at the Singer, who was frozen to the spot.
“What?” II asked incredulously, noticing that the Singer hadn't moved a muscle for at least 30 seconds.
When Vessel didn't answer immediately, II shrugged and reached for one of the fluffy white towels hanging near the door to the communal shower room to the left of where they were standing.
“I’m gonna take a quick shower, I’m sweaty as hell.”
He made his way through the swinging door and Vessel was left alone in the dressing room, still standing in the same spot, flexing his fingers into fists in an effort to concentrate his energy anywhere else than to the growing arousal between his legs.
He let go of a deep breath he didn't know he was holding, and took off his cloak, hanging it on a nearby hook. He was more than half-hard, and his tight black skinny jeans weren't doing much to hide it. It also didn't help that he wasn't wearing any underwear. He also realized that he didn't bring any with him to change into after the show, only a loose pair of joggers and an old band tee to get him through the quick walk to the tour bus.
But now he has to make a decision. II was in the shower only a few metres away from him, probably already naked, hidden behind a thin wall. All Vessel had to do was push open the swinging door, and he could join him. Maybe II wanted him to do it. But maybe he didn't. Vessel could hear the water to the shower start. It was now or never.
Gathering what little courage he had and trying to stop his hands from trembling, he pushed through the door and was met with a wall of steam that blinded him temporarily. Once it cleared slightly, he saw a naked and wet II facing the wall under the shower head on the furthest wall away from the door, and Vessel couldn't help the noise that left his mouth at the sight.
A mix of water and soap poured down II’s body, the droplets and suds flowing down each contour and ridge from II’s neck down to his shoulders, chest, and down the gorgeous art peppering his back before reaching the curve of his waist and the dimples at the top of his ass. His perfect, cute little ass.
Thankfully, II was a bit too busy to notice Vessel’s struggle, or even the fact that Vessel had entered the room, and continued running his hands over his body, black paint mixing with the water and flowing down the drain as he scrubbed.
Vessel was fully hard now, and his skinny jeans were becoming very uncomfortable in the humid heat of the room. Trying to keep his breathing under control, he carefully removed them and placed them on a nearby bench, along with his mask, before taking a few steps forward to join II in the shower.
Not wanting to touch II without permission, he gently called his name.
“II.”
It came out at a lower octave and filled with more desire than Vessel had anticipated. His heart was beating furiously in his chest. He knew that this moment would change everything between them, but he couldn't stand hiding his feelings for II any longer. He had to know.
II turned around, wiping his face with his hands, and met Vessels eyes with his own. Vessel watched, involuntarily holding his breath, as the smaller man’s bright blue eyes trailed down his body and stopped on his hard cock.
“Oh”
…Was all II managed to choke out at the sight of Vessel in front of him, fully aroused.
For a split second, Vessel started to panic, thinking that maybe II was upset, but that feeling quickly left him when he felt calloused fingers touching his face, then slowly moving along his jaw, gripping it, then simultaneously pulling down while II pushed himself up on the balls of his feet to capture Vessel’s lips in a soft kiss. He pulled back for a moment, reading Vessel’s reaction, and when he saw the smile on the other man’s face, he leaned forward again for another kiss.
The action immediately has Vessel melting into the sensation of their lips joining, his hand instinctively raising to cup II's cheek as he moaned. Vessel flicked his tongue against II's closed lips. He moaned again when they immediately parted to let him in.
They stayed like that for a few more moments, swallowing each other’s moans and relishing in the heat of their joined mouths, their tongues grazing their palates before they finally broke apart for air.
II lowered himself so he was standing flat on his feet again, his blue eyes fixed on Vessel’s hazel ones as they both took a moment to catch their breath.
“Is this okay?” Vessel asked, his hand dropping from II’s cheek.
“I…I’ve wanted this for so long,” II admitted, his hand slowly moving down Vessel’s body, using his fingers to map out every contour and tight muscle like he wanted to memorize the feeling of them under his fingertips. He looked up at Vessel, his blue eyes silently pleading as his rapidly filling cock hung heavy between his legs. Vessel smirked and reached down, grazing his long fingers against II's length. II's breath hitched when he finally wrapped those long fingers around his cock, and started slowly moving his fist up and down. II continued moving his hands down Vessel’s body, relishing in the feeling of Vessel’s coarse hair, then slowly grazed his fingers along the length of Vessel’s hard cock. II could feel it stiffening further in response, and Vessel let out a soft moan at the contact. Both men’s breathing was getting heavier as they pleasured each other.
Vessel couldn't help but look down and admire the way II’s fingers curled around his flesh as II continued pumping his fist across his length, his calloused hand pressing on every vein and ridge as it moved expertly up and down in, of course, a perfect rhythm. The two men locked eyes for a moment before Vessel tilted his head back and moaned, the sound echoing through the small room. II got a panicked look in his eyes, but he didn't take his hand off Vessel’s cock.
“You have to be quiet, baby, they'll hear us,” he whispered to Vessel, his voice shaky with arousal. To his surprise, though, Vessel just smirked in response and removed his hands to rest on II’s shoulders, then pushed him against the wall, moving his one hand quickly so the back of II’s head was protected. II let out a startled yelp, letting go of Vessel’s cock in surprise. II was now pressed between the wall and the taller man, his dick caged against Vessel’s lower abdomen. Vessel moved his leg between II’s thighs and pressed inward, forcing his legs open and putting light pressure on II’s balls. II let out a surprised squeak at the new sensation.
Vessel’s eyes were hungry, with a mischievous glint to them. He lowered his head and brought his mouth to II’s ear. “Let them listen. I want them to know how good I’m making you feel.” Vessel then mouthed II’s ear, taking the lobe in between his teeth and gently tugging on it. II moaned.
“That's a good boy,” Vessel growled, moving his mouth to II’s neck and kissing down the length of it. II’s brain emptied of all thoughts except the feel of Vessel pressed up against him, of his long fingers of his one hand curled around the back of his head, and the perfect slide of his other hand moving up and down his cock. The shower was still pouring hot water, keeping the room steamy and warm.
“Do you know how many times I’ve looked over, while you're shirtless on stage playing the drums, and almost forgot lyrics because of sweat glistening on your chest?” Vessel purred into II's ear, “or how many times I've imagined you smacking my ass instead of your palm with your drumsticks when you're explaining a beat to your tech?”
II only whimpered in response. “Fuck, you're so gorgeous,” Vessel moaned as II’s hips pushed frantically into his strokes. II was enjoying the situation, but he suddenly got a mischievous idea.
He ran his hands along Vessel’s sides, and slid one hand over his front and wrapped his fingers around Vessel’s cock once again. The action caught Vessel off guard, as he was so focused on II, that he let go of II’s cock and didn't have time to process when II flipped him around and had him against the wall instead.
“Oh,” was all Vessel managed to say as II started jerking him off quickly, pressing his leaking arousal into the crack of Vessel’s ass as he did it.
Although the drummer is much smaller compared to the singer, he’s strong, and with one hand wrapped around Vessel’s cock and the other holding his waist, he’s easily able to bend the larger man forward. Vessel braced himself against the wall with his hands, his breathing getting heavier.
“I want to be inside of you. Now.” II growled.
The sudden change in II’s demeanour and the new position had Vessel moaning. “Ye-yes, please, oh God, please”
II snickered and moved back slightly to spit on Vessel’s pretty hole, making sure the shower wouldn't wash it off. Then he leaned forward and slowly, as gently as possible, slipped a finger inside and started working Vessel open.
And Vessel just wouldn't stop moaning. II was starting to get a little panicked that someone would hear them, but at the same time he was also so aroused that he almost didn't care. He added another finger.
“Please, please, I need you,” Vessel moaned, thrusting back onto II's fingers. II chuckled. “Ok baby, I've got you.”
Carefully removing his fingers, II leaned forward and slowly pushed himself in. II let out a pinched moan at the tight heat surrounding him. He stilled for a moment to let Vessel adjust, then started a slow, steady rhythm.
“You feel so fucking good,” Vessel squeaked from below him as II’s fingers dug into his hips. II responded with a chuckle as he leaned forward, pressing into Vessel deeper. The action caused Vessel to let out the prettiest little noise II had ever heard, and he was determined to hear it again.
Problem was, he wasn't sure how much longer he could last. He started pumping Vessel’s cock faster, trying to get him off before himself. There was that pretty little sound again. II couldn't get enough of it.
With a final, chocked moan, Vessel spilled over II's hand, II gently working him through his orgasm. “I’m going to cum, do you want me to fill you up, baby? II asked in a raspy voice.
“Oh God yes”
II’s thrusts became less steady and consistent as he chased his release. But just as he felt himself nearing the edge, he looked over toward the door to the showers and saw III standing there, a surprised expression on his face.
Unable to stop himself or control his body at this point, II thrusted into Vessel a few more times before finally cumming inside of him. II didn’t break eye contact with III the whole time, too panicked to do so.
III didn't move, but instead clutched the towel he had around his waist and shifted it slightly, like he was trying to hide something. II’s eyes travelled downward and he realized III was rock hard, the towel doing little to hide it even with III’s effort to use it to do so. With this realization, he smirked at III as he softened enough to gently slide out of Vessel.
II reached down to help Vessel up, and the taller man immediately noticed III. He looked panicked for a moment before III smirked and dropped his towel.
“I guess we’re not getting out of this shower for a while, huh?” Vessel chuckled, pointing at III. II nodded and laughed, while III walked forward into the hot spray to join them.