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Band Practice
For Nikki and Tommy, recording studios can become bedrooms and pianos can become beds.
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The air is thick and stifling in the small recording studio. The consistent bang of the piano against the wall goes unnoticed as sweet exchanges escape hungry, bruised lips. Heavy breathing and moaning is starting to fog up the glass of the studio and every noise that is made seems to echo off of the walls.
A small yelp that could be passed off as a scream escapes into the air but is quickly stifled by a kiss. The doors are locked securely and as far as anyone knows there is a small band practice going on inside. No one can hear the grunts and groans past the small, sound proofed room attached to the studio. The studio has literally turned into its own little world.
Another pleasured scream shatters the relative quietness of the room. The scream is followed up by a sort of whimper. The whimper turns into a name and escapes into the air. "N-Nikki..." Tommy stutters as the bassist continues to thrust into him. The piano continues to bang against the wall with every push of Nikki's hips. The bassist bends over to steal another kiss from his lover. The younger man wraps his arms around Nikki's neck and kisses him back.
As the thrusts pick up speed the kisses turn into bites and the banging on the wall becomes a constant pounding. Tommy, being the more vocal of the two, gasps for air between each moan and cry. After a while it seems as if there are no pauses between his words. "Oh god Nikki...H-Harder....Don't fucking s-stop..." the drummer stammers as his back arches clean off of the piano. A guttural moan rips from his throat and echoes off the walls.
When his spine makes contact with the wood of the baby grand Nikki leans down and sucks on one of his nipples. As the thrusts pick up speed, sweat starts to drip from their bodies. The bassist's hand slithers from Tommy's hip to his cock. The drummer's breath hitches in the back of his throat and his nails immediately dig into the skin of Nikki's shoulders. He clings to his lover and bucks up when the bassist gives his cock a rough stroke.
Nikki kisses his way up the drummer's torso and neck until he reaches his lips. He kisses his lover softly and tenderly until the younger man's arms lock around his neck. Nikki parts his lips against Tommy's and sucks the drummer's bottom lip into his mouth. He nibbles it softly while trying to keep his thrusts and strokes at a steady pace.
Tommy tilts his head back, breaking the kiss, and moans raggedly. Nikki swallows thickly and gets lost in watching his lover's Adam's apple move up and down. “You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?” the bassist murmurs in a voice that is literally dripping with sex. Tommy just moans and arches off of the baby grand again. Nikki straightens his spine and watches his lover writhe underneath him.
The younger man’s fingernails scratch at the smooth surface of the piano as he looks for something to grip onto. When he can’t find anything he brings his hands up to his head and pulls at his long, tousled hair. “Fuck…Nikki…Shit…I’m close…Oh god… Fuck me harder…” more and more words tumble out of Tommy’s mouth as his orgasm begins to creep up on him. Nikki, wanting nothing to do with words at the moment, shuts the drummer up with another kiss. Tommy moves his hands to the bassist’s head and tangles his fingers in his soft, jet-black hair.
The room is filled with so many noises at this point: Tommy’s moaning, Nikki’s heavy breathing, the sound of skin slapping skin, and of course the sound of the piano banging against the wall. None of these sounds make it to Tommy’s ears as his climax closes in on him. He moans into Nikki’s mouth and shudders as his cum spills out onto his stomach and Nikki’s hand. The bassist isn’t far behind and after a few rough thrusts he’s spent as well. His body trembles and his legs almost give out as his orgasm wraps him in pure bliss.
When he can finally see straight again he pulls out of his lover and removes the condom he’s wearing. He lets it fall onto the floor as he makes himself comfortable. He bends over so that he is bent at the waist, but also so that from the hips up he is lying on Tommy. The drummer wraps his arms around the bassist and sighs dreamily. “You get better and better every time we do this,” he mumbles as he plays with Nikki’s hair. The bassist lets out a quiet laugh. “Well we do this at least twice a week. How can I not be getting better?” He picks his head up and smiles at his lover. He lifts himself slightly and props himself up on his elbows so that he can kiss Tommy. The drummer smiles and lifts his head as Nikki leans in to kiss him. When their lips make contact it is soft and tender. They keep the kiss short and soon they are both on their feet and getting dressed.
Once their clothes are on and the evidence of their alone time is all cleaned up Nikki snakes his arms around Tommy’s waist and faces him. He keeps his face about an inch from his lover’s and just stares into his deep, brown eyes. “I love you Tommy,” he says quietly before resting his forehead on the drummer’s. “I love you too Nik,” the younger man says before brushing his lips against Nikki’s one last time.
The smell of sex still lingers in the air but the lust and bliss that was felt less than ten minutes ago is slowly being drowned out by a heavy, melancholy feeling. When the kiss breaks both Nikki and Tommy face the fact that they will have to walk out of the recording studio and pretend that nothing happened. They stare at each other for a while and exchange sad smiles. “I’d better get going. How about you swing by my place later for another practice session?” Tommy says with a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Nikki flashes him a huge smile and nods, “That sounds perfect.”
A small yelp that could be passed off as a scream escapes into the air but is quickly stifled by a kiss. The doors are locked securely and as far as anyone knows there is a small band practice going on inside. No one can hear the grunts and groans past the small, sound proofed room attached to the studio. The studio has literally turned into its own little world.
Another pleasured scream shatters the relative quietness of the room. The scream is followed up by a sort of whimper. The whimper turns into a name and escapes into the air. "N-Nikki..." Tommy stutters as the bassist continues to thrust into him. The piano continues to bang against the wall with every push of Nikki's hips. The bassist bends over to steal another kiss from his lover. The younger man wraps his arms around Nikki's neck and kisses him back.
As the thrusts pick up speed the kisses turn into bites and the banging on the wall becomes a constant pounding. Tommy, being the more vocal of the two, gasps for air between each moan and cry. After a while it seems as if there are no pauses between his words. "Oh god Nikki...H-Harder....Don't fucking s-stop..." the drummer stammers as his back arches clean off of the piano. A guttural moan rips from his throat and echoes off the walls.
When his spine makes contact with the wood of the baby grand Nikki leans down and sucks on one of his nipples. As the thrusts pick up speed, sweat starts to drip from their bodies. The bassist's hand slithers from Tommy's hip to his cock. The drummer's breath hitches in the back of his throat and his nails immediately dig into the skin of Nikki's shoulders. He clings to his lover and bucks up when the bassist gives his cock a rough stroke.
Nikki kisses his way up the drummer's torso and neck until he reaches his lips. He kisses his lover softly and tenderly until the younger man's arms lock around his neck. Nikki parts his lips against Tommy's and sucks the drummer's bottom lip into his mouth. He nibbles it softly while trying to keep his thrusts and strokes at a steady pace.
Tommy tilts his head back, breaking the kiss, and moans raggedly. Nikki swallows thickly and gets lost in watching his lover's Adam's apple move up and down. “You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?” the bassist murmurs in a voice that is literally dripping with sex. Tommy just moans and arches off of the baby grand again. Nikki straightens his spine and watches his lover writhe underneath him.
The younger man’s fingernails scratch at the smooth surface of the piano as he looks for something to grip onto. When he can’t find anything he brings his hands up to his head and pulls at his long, tousled hair. “Fuck…Nikki…Shit…I’m close…Oh god… Fuck me harder…” more and more words tumble out of Tommy’s mouth as his orgasm begins to creep up on him. Nikki, wanting nothing to do with words at the moment, shuts the drummer up with another kiss. Tommy moves his hands to the bassist’s head and tangles his fingers in his soft, jet-black hair.
The room is filled with so many noises at this point: Tommy’s moaning, Nikki’s heavy breathing, the sound of skin slapping skin, and of course the sound of the piano banging against the wall. None of these sounds make it to Tommy’s ears as his climax closes in on him. He moans into Nikki’s mouth and shudders as his cum spills out onto his stomach and Nikki’s hand. The bassist isn’t far behind and after a few rough thrusts he’s spent as well. His body trembles and his legs almost give out as his orgasm wraps him in pure bliss.
When he can finally see straight again he pulls out of his lover and removes the condom he’s wearing. He lets it fall onto the floor as he makes himself comfortable. He bends over so that he is bent at the waist, but also so that from the hips up he is lying on Tommy. The drummer wraps his arms around the bassist and sighs dreamily. “You get better and better every time we do this,” he mumbles as he plays with Nikki’s hair. The bassist lets out a quiet laugh. “Well we do this at least twice a week. How can I not be getting better?” He picks his head up and smiles at his lover. He lifts himself slightly and props himself up on his elbows so that he can kiss Tommy. The drummer smiles and lifts his head as Nikki leans in to kiss him. When their lips make contact it is soft and tender. They keep the kiss short and soon they are both on their feet and getting dressed.
Once their clothes are on and the evidence of their alone time is all cleaned up Nikki snakes his arms around Tommy’s waist and faces him. He keeps his face about an inch from his lover’s and just stares into his deep, brown eyes. “I love you Tommy,” he says quietly before resting his forehead on the drummer’s. “I love you too Nik,” the younger man says before brushing his lips against Nikki’s one last time.
The smell of sex still lingers in the air but the lust and bliss that was felt less than ten minutes ago is slowly being drowned out by a heavy, melancholy feeling. When the kiss breaks both Nikki and Tommy face the fact that they will have to walk out of the recording studio and pretend that nothing happened. They stare at each other for a while and exchange sad smiles. “I’d better get going. How about you swing by my place later for another practice session?” Tommy says with a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Nikki flashes him a huge smile and nods, “That sounds perfect.”
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