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2005
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Eric's skin was so sticky with sweat he felt like he was back on stage again.
The ceiling fan in his room was so ancient it barely spun; he was convinced it only existed to circulate the warm air in the room rather than to cool the room down. He'd already arose once to open the window, which only sufficed in creating a breeze of warm air to flow directly onto him.
Eric rolled over for the umpteenth time that night, restless, the thin sheet clinging to his sweat-coated skin. He felt slick, his skin prickling, and huffed in frustration. He hated summers in Florida. He threw the thin sheet off of his body, sighing once more. Despite the heat, he refused to take off the shirt he was wearing.
It was Joey's shirt, of course; Eric had worn it to bed every night since Joey had given it to him. He tried not to think about how obsessive and creepy that may come across as.
It had been two weeks since the concert, and Eric missed Joey more than ever. Even on a hot night like this, he wanted Joey in bed with him. He wouldn't even care if he was sweating. He chuckled at the thought of Joey practically melting in his bed.
Eric lifted the bottom of the shirt to his face, inhaling deeply. He could still faintly smell Joey if he really tried - he, of course, hadn't washed it. It made his heart skip a beat. Even more, it made him think of the last time he saw Joey. How they kissed in the car, how Joey brushed his hair, Joey removing his contacts…
And most of all, he thought about Joey telling him he loved him. It brought an uncontrollable smile to his face whenever he remembered it. He could feel the butterflies in his stomach dancing around just imagining Joey's lips moving in the shape of 'I love you'.
They had called a few times, around once a week. Joey was busy, and Eric tried to remind himself of that, and tried even harder to be understanding, but he missed him so much he couldn't help but ache for him. The last time they spoke over the phone, Joey was whispering, telling him how badly he wanted him.
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One Week Prior
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"Y'know how hard I'm gonna fuck you when I see you again?" Joey's voice was ragged, he was speaking low and quiet, trying not to be heard. "I'm gonna fuckin' break you."
Eric let out a shaky breath, working his fist quicker over his cock. "Yeah?" He whined. "Tell me. Tell me what you're gonna do t'me."
Joey groaned into the phone, and Eric could faintly hear the sound of him jacking off; it made his grip tighten around his dick.
"I'm not gonna do anything. You're gonna sit your pretty ass on my cock and do all the work while I sit back and tell you what a whore you are."
"You're not even gonna touch me?"
Joey smirked, eyes locked on the bathroom door of their tour bus, hoping no one stumbled in.
"No."
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Present
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Eric was chewing on his lower lip, reminiscing on the feeling of Joey's cock inside him. The feeling of him twitching when he came inside of him. Ever since that last call, a new fantasy had been added to his spank bank: riding Joey.
Eric imagined Joey sitting in a chair, completely naked, watching his every move. Eric would stand before him, slowly removing every bit of clothing he had on, doing a teasing little strip show to rile Joey up. Once he was completely naked, he would get on his knees and crawl up to Joey, before planting himself on the floor between his legs to properly worship his cock with his lips and tongue. Once he was sure Joey was properly coated with spit, he'd stand and straddle him, planting his feet on the ground on each side of the chair, and he'd give Joey the best damn ride of his life.
Eric had re-lived that fantasy over and over each day since he spoke to Joey last. He couldn't wait to see him again, for plenty of reasons, but especially to act upon his desires.
He lifted his shirt to breathe Joey's scent once more.
Eric sighed, running his hand over his stomach, wiping away the thin layer of sweat. He hummed, letting his fingers dance over the waistband of his boxers, his half hard cock making a slight tent in them. If he closed his eyes, and kept the shirt pulled over his nose, he could imagine it was Joey running his fingers over his skin.
He was dying to see him again.