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Art of Dying one-shots; slash, Cale/Tavis pairings, very graphic
Topic Started: August 4, 2012, 10:00 pm (364 Views)
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DREAMSCAPE

His hair poured over my chest, cool, soft skin creating confusing sensations through my entire body. I heaved a breath, closing my eyes against the on-rush of emotion. His mouth was doing a number on my chest; I could barely breathe as he slowly kissed down my stomach. His fingers were fiery ice cubes, burning a frozen trail of sensations down my sides. God, this was my best friend! But I couldn't help myself. He was so incredibly beautiful, I couldn't stop myself.

And then his lips closed over my hips, and I groaned. When one hand squeezed my inner thigh, I couldn't stop myself from squirming and spreading my legs a little for him. His other hand closed around my pulsating cock and started stroking. Moaning louder, I wound my fingers into the sheet, begging myself not to reach for a handful of his incredible golden locks. He moved slightly to suck on my other hip, still gripping on my cock as he tugged. I was beginning to feel the throes of agony. My breaths were starting to come a little faster as I tried not to move. Finally, he shifted between my legs and lowered that sensuous mouth of his onto my swollen cock.

His tongue wrapped around and I gasped loudly. As he started licking and sucking, I couldn't stop myself from thrusting into his mouth. Dear god, this was not going to end well. My hands moved of their own accord to his broad shoulders, gripping them tightly. As his mouth continued to work it's magic, I twisted and thrust more, and he grabbed my hips. Gasping and groaning, I could feel my orgasm building. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. When he started sucking faster, I could tell he knew it too. I arched up a little, moaning loud. His mouth tightened, and I thrust hard, clenching my teeth to keep from screaming his name as I....

Woke with jerk. Gasping, I sat up in my bed and scrubbed my hand across my face. Looking around, I sighed, grateful that I was still alone in the bed, and Tavis was still sound asleep in the other bed in our hotel room. Quietly, I slipped out of my bed and went into the bathroom to stare in the mirror, being careful to shut the door as softly as I could before turning on the light. I did not want the blonde in the other bed waking up just then. Leaning against the counter, I glared at myself. My disheveled hair did not help my already-disturbed imagination.

"Wow, Caley," I mumbled to the man in the mirror. "Is there something you need to tell the class regarding Mister Stanley?"

I just knew that breakfast was gonna be awkward.









FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING

Cale soaked his head in the pounding water of the shower, hands on the wall behind the flow. The water felt good on his scalp; recording had been a drag that day and had left him with a horrible headache. "Uhh," He moaned softly. "So not doing this again tomorrow."

A knock on the bathroom door drew his attention, and the skinny bassist growled low. "Jonny, you son of a bitch, if that's you, so help me god, I'll drown your fucking drunk ass!"

His rant was answered by a soft chuckle, and then No, Caley, it's me. I come bearing beers."

Cale shook his head with a grin. Leave it to Tavis to show up while he was in the shower, with beer, while he was pissed about Jonny's having been so drunk that day. "Come on in, dude," he called with a laugh.

The door opened to allow Cale's tall, slender guitarist through. Cale peered around the shower curtain, and as promised, Tavis did indeed have two beers in his hands. He popped the cap off one and held it out to Cale. "Here. Figured it couldn't wait till you got out."

Laughing more, Cale reached for the beer, accidentally brushing Tavis' fingertips with his own. A jolt of electricity shot through his arm. He jerked slightly, nearly dropping the beer, but grasped it tightly and pulled his arm back into the shower.

"You ok?" Tavis asked, seating himself on the counter top, feet on the toilet lid.

"Um, yeah." Cale gulped a heavy drink of the beer. "Yeah, I'm good."

"Just checking. God, it's hot in here," Cale peeked around the edge of the curtain and watched Tavis peel his white beater off. "You don't mind if I sit here in my underwear do you? No way do I feel like being out there while Greg and Jeffy are hissing and spitting at each other."

Cale swallowed hard. What the hell was wrong with him?! This was freakin Tavis, his best friend of a whole lot of years. So why the hell was he acting like a wimpery teenage girl? "Whatever, dude," He prayed he sounded more uncaring to Tavis than he did to himself. "It's not like I've never seen you in your underwear before. Unless you're wearing those pretty pink and green ones your sister got you for Christmas last year. If you are, get the hell out." He made sure to add a laugh at the end so Tavis would know he was joking, and took another big drink in an effort to calm his ridiculously unsteady nerves.

"Hey, fuck you!" Cale could hear Tavis' grin.

Something thumped against the shower curtain. Cale pulled the top of the curtain to the side; Tavis' black jeans were dumped unceremoniously in a pile next to the tub. Cale couldn't help but laugh more. "You threw your jeans at me? You loser!" He grabbed a washcloth off the bar in the tub and launched it at Tavis.

Tavis gasped, leaping off the counter. "Ah! It's wet, asshole! Dammit, now you got my shorts all wet!"

Cale cracked up. "Oh man, that sounded wrong!”"

Tavis walked over to the bathtub, moved as though he was gonna just toss the washcloth back in, and then suddenly moved around the curtain and snapped the wet cloth against Cale's backside. Cale screeched and jumped. "Hey! Ohh, you're so screwed."

With that, he pulled the shower head down out of it's hook, still streaming water, and pushed the edge of the curtain back. He shot Tavis in the hip with the water, grinning evilly, and continued to soak Tavis' side.

"Ahh fuck!" Tavis tried to scoot away from the assaulting stream, backing into a corner, but Cale moved as far as the hose on the shower head would allow. He didn't even notice that the curtain had gotten pushed far enough to the side to fully expose his naked form to the blonde guitarist who was laughing and crouching between the toilet and the tub.

Minutes later, Tavis was drenched, long blonde hair plastered to his chest and shoulders. Grinning victoriously, Cale turned his back on his soggy friend to hang the shower head back up. "I win!" he crowed.

He heard movement behind him, and suddenly felt a pair of hands lightly slide over his shoulders. Freezing, eyes wide, he realized that Tavis had gotten in the shower with him. Almost mechanically, he reached over and pulled the shower curtain shut, even as a voice in his head screamed for his attention. Turning around, he looked at Tavis. Cale knew he'd always thought that his friend was incredibly beautiful, especially for a man, but he'd never looked so closely into the bright blue eyes before. He picked a lock of hair off Tavis' face, flipping it over one tattooed shoulder, and flicked a glance at the pink lips that he was suddenly very aware of.

Taking a breath to calm his nerves, grabbing those nerves before he lost them completely, he slipped one hand around the back of Tavis' neck, pulled him close, and kissed him. He tasted the soft lips pressing against his own, refusing to hear any of the many voices screaming in his head.

Tavis responded in kind. He leaned into the kiss, falling into the intoxicating taste of his oldest friend. He closed his hands around the the slender hips, pulling them against his own, and groaned as he felt Cale's growing erection. He could feel his own body reacting similarly. Cale squirmed against him as they kept kissing. The movement created a flood of sensations through Tavis' body. He pushed the smaller man against the wall, pinning him there. His hands began an unguided exploration of Cale's slim body, even as he shivered because of Cale's hands sliding down his back.

He pressed his tongue through Cale's lip and against his teeth, begging entrance. Cale opened his mouth, wrapping his own tongue around Tavis', and sucked. Tavis moaned. His fingers snaked into Cale's shaggy, dark brown hair. He kissed Cale deeply, then broke the kiss and slid his lips along the soft, wet flesh of his jaw, to the tender spot behind Cale's ear. Pressing his lips against the soft skin, he sucked lightly, and Cale moaned. Tavis couldn't stop himself from biting when he felt Cale's lean fingers close around his hard dick. Gasping lightly, he shifted slightly, reached down between his body and Cale's, and grabbed Cale's erection in his own hand.

Suddenly, Cale's other hand shot up, grabbed a handful of Tavis' long hair, and pulled hard. Tavis bucked, the rough act causing his body to scream with desire. Slowly, responding to the aggressive pulling, Tavis lowered to his knees, his hardened member momentarily being rejected in favor of Cale's. Cale turned to lean against the wall opposite the shower, allowing more room for Tavis' long legs. Tavis crawled on his knees to Cale, kissing up the slender legs to Cale's swollen dick. Wrapping one hand around the soft flesh, Tavis opened his mouth and took Cale in.

Groaning, Cale wound the lock of Tavis' hair that he'd claimed around his fingers. Gasping, he glanced down, then leaned his head back against the wall. Tavis began to move his mouth up and down the length of Cale's cock, sucking and licking. One hand began stroking Cale's balls as the other grabbed his ass hard. Moaning louder, Cale thrust against the back of Tavis' throat. He couldn't think, so he didn't try. Instead, he tugged again on the golden lock in his hand. Tavis sucked harder, causing Cale to squirm.

Letting go of any sense of control, Cale began thrusting into Tavis' mouth, gasping and groaning as he got closer to his climax. Suddenly, he felt Tavis fingers pressing into his ass, and his moans became louder. His legs spread on their own; somehow Tavis had managed to assume dominance. He kept sucking hard on Cale's cock even while thrusting his fingers against Cale's prostate.

Soon, Cale's moans were becoming desperate. Tavis could feel that Cale would come soon. Quickly, he stood up, spun Cale around to face the wall, and positioned himself behind his friend. This time it was Cale gasping as his hair was pulled hard. Tavis carefully slid into the skinny bassist, moaning at the incredible tightness that overtook his pulsating dick. Moving both hands down to grasp Cale's hips, he began thrusting.

Letting his head fall back, he gave in to the powerful feelings that were threatening to consume him. He thrust hard. Cale's moans filled his ears, encouraging his movements. Tavis knew when he nailed Cale's prostate, when Cale suddenly pushed back against him. Suddenly they were moving together, building closer and closer. Steam filled the bathroom, they were both sweating, and in a moment, they were both shaking uncontrollably.

With a bit back scream, Tavis came hard, and Cale panted as he did too. Moaning, gasping for breath, Tavis slid out of Cale and rested his head for a moment on Cale's shoulder. "Holy crap," he mumbled.

Cale straightened, forcing Tavis to do the same. "Let's try that shower thing again. We'll do it right this time."

Tavis chuckled. "I'll wash your back if you wash mine."

With a laugh, Cale reached around and splashed Tavis. "Haha! That works."

"Hey, isn't that how all this started?" Tavis laughed.

So, Cale splashed him again.









GOTCHA

"Hey, where's Cale?" Tavis asked his drummer, Jeffy.

"Um, I dunno," Jeffy shrugged. He shoved a snare onto it's stand, and cursed when he caught his finger on a clamp. "The bus, I think. Ow!"

Tall, blonde Tavis chuckled to himself. Too easy. "Thanks, Jeffo." He strode in the direction of their tour bus.

"By the way, I'm fine. Thanks for ASKING!" Jeffy yelled after Tavis, and grumbled when the guitarist ignored him.

Slipping quietly onto the big tour bus, Tavis locked the door behind him. Sure enough, there was the dark-haired bassist, rifling through a drawer. He was delicious to look at, so Tavis helped himself. He grabbed Cale from behind, spun him around, and kissed him hard.

Cale jumped, instantly aroused by Tavis' assault. Together, they grasped at the other's belt buckle. A fight for dominance ensued, and Tavis won. He roughly shoved Cale forward against a wall, kicking out of his jeans and shorts, then grabbed up the lube he knew Cale had stashed in his drawer. Cale squirmed, wiggling out of his own clothes.

With a quick thrust, Tavis was buried deep inside the skinny rock star, who screeched. Growling low, Tavis began to thrust hard and fast, biting into the back of Cale's neck. Cale shuddered, pushing back against Tavis. Soon, they were both breathing hard, moans passing back and forth between them.

Moments later, Cale stiffened hard, gasping as Tavis slammed repeatedly into his prostate. Hard and faster Tavis thrust, until finally he was forced to clap one hand over Cale's mouth, burying his own face into the slender neck of his lover as Cale screamed into his hand. His own orgasm overtook him, ripping through his body. He shuddered hard as he held tightly to Cale, then slid out.

Turning around, Cale kissed Tavis again, holding onto the blonde's broad shoulders while he tried not to shake. Suddenly Tavis pulled away and smirked. He stepped back into his own clothes. Backing away from Cale, he blatantly eyed every inch of the body exposed before him, and licked his lip.

"Gotcha," he winked at the naked man.

Cale glared, but they both knew there was nothing behind it. "Now I owe you."

"Catch me if you can!" Tavis whirled. In a flash, he had the door unlocked and was running back towards the stage.

Grinning, Cale pulled his own clothes back up, watching the golden flag of his lover's long hair billow as he zipped through the throng of roadies and stage hands. "Next time, ya big imp," Cale laughed softly. He buckled his belt, grabbed his black and white stage shirt, and exited the bus. "I'll get your pretty ass next time."









BROKEN HEARTED ME

Tavis watched Jeffy's face light up as Cale mumbled something only the drummer could hear. He sighed, turning his head so his long hair hid his face. Not so long ago, Jeffy had looked at him like that.

He shook his head, returning his attention to the guitar in front of him. The chords came easily to him. Jonny had played the new song for him and asked him to learn it, but he'd already done that. Now it was just a matter of practicing it for the sake of muscle memory. It left his mind room to wander, and lately, it always wandered back to Jeffy.

They'd been together for a while, secretly. Not exactly dating, Tavis mused. The rest of the band had never found out. Besides, Jeffy was married. It couldn't really be considered as dating anyway, because of that. He wasn't sure if Jeffy's wife had every knows about their relationship. How it started, how good it had been while it lasted, and how had ended.

He wasn't sure if Jeffy's wife knew that her husband now had a new lover.

Sighing, Tavis stood abruptly. Shoving his guitar to hang down his back, he grabbed his cigarettes off the table and strode off the bus. Being so close to Jeffy, and yet so painfully far way, was tearing his at his soul. He had to get away, just get some air and some room to think. Hopefully Cale wouldn't try to follow. Hopefully he wouldn't run into Jonny or Greg, or their inevitable questions. He'd never be able to tell anyone about what he had shared with the handsome man that he still loved and had somehow lost.

Pretending to be nothing more than friends killed him a little more every day.

It broke Tavis' heart to watch his band mates together, the way it had once been him and Jeffy. Jonny and Greg didn't know, but he knew. That had been him once, and recently too. Him who had been the center of Jeffy's attention, the one to make Jeffy's sweet laugh ring. He had been at the receiving end of those secret, adorable looks and winks that always made him grin. He had been the one to sneak off with Jeffy after the rest of the band had gone to sleep. And it had been into his bed that Jeffy would slip when the nightmares got too much for the troubled drummer to handle alone.

Tavis wondered if Jeffy knew that he still heard his soft crying, the tears that fell now on Cale's shoulder hours after everyone should have been asleep. Tears that had once fallen on his own shoulder.

How he missed the precocious Canadian, though he still saw him every day. The day that Jeffy had told him they were over wasn't nearly as hard as when he learned that it was for Cale that Jeffy had left him. Again. History was repeating itself. As before, it happened again, and as before, he couldn't blame Cale. His best friend in the world, for whom he'd once again been abandoned, didn't know that once again, he's accidentally taken the person Tavis loved away from him.

Watching Jeffy ruffle Cale's messy hair, Tavis had to wonder. How many times would he fall in love, only to watch that love slip away and into Cale's arms?
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