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At nineteen fucking years old, Tucker had no idea what he wanted in life. He had just started playing drums and formed a band and he knew he wanted to succeed at that, but he would be hard pressed to come up with any other answers.
Until the moment he realized that…Geoff.
Geoff, who sat beside him on the couch in Geoff’s basement, bubbling with drunken laughter as the surrounding crowd celebrated his nineteenth birthday. Geoff, who had been so enthusiastic about this band, even more than Tucker and Tom, and believed in them more than Tucker even thought possible. Geoff, who always looked at you with a giant smile on his face, radiating positive energy, and somehow wrote lyrics that tore your heart right out of your chest.
Geoff, who…was leaning in close and whispering loudly in Tucker’s ear, “I kinda wanna fuck you right now.”
And…well. Who was Tucker to refuse?
He was so glad that Geoff seemed to know what he was doing as he grabbed Tucker’s hand and dragged him to his bedroom, when he lunged in and kissed him open-mouthed and sloppily, because Tucker had never done this before. On the verge of dropping out of college to pursue this band full-time, his excuse was that he was too busy to pursue other activities.
The truth, of course, was that he was a little more than a little awkward, and while he was horny pretty much twenty-four-seven – which his mom had assured him was perfectly normal at his age in the most embarrassing talk ever – he just…never.
Tucker had never even had so much as a crush, which was less normal, as far as he had observed. Almost everyone was so in love with someone in high school.
He wouldn’t even know what a crush would feel like, but he was pretty sure he’d never had one.
Tucker’s attention, instead, remained on skateboarding. And the porno magazines he snuck looks at in the back of the corner store.
So, he had some concept of what he was supposed to be doing as Geoff plunged his beer-infused tongue down his throat. He kissed back just as eagerly and sloppily, not quite sure where to put his hands and settled on everywhere—in Geoff’s hair, on his face, on his shoulders, under his shirt…oh, he liked the feeling of Geoff’s skin under his fingers. It seemed to provide him with some sort of confidence, because before he could register what he was doing, Tucker was yanking Geoff’s shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor.
Geoff, too, seemed to be energized by that performance and began backing Tucker up until the back of his legs his Geoff’s bed. Tucker clung onto the other boy’s bare shoulders a moment longer, still sloppily tonguing him, before Geoff pushed him down onto the bed.
Tucker wasn’t left waiting long before Geoff climbed over him and recaptured his mouth.
He was almost overwhelmed with desire, his only thoughts as he threw his hands into the other boy’s hair being that he needed Geoff—wanted Geoff.
Tucker had never wanted someone before.
It was a strange experience, this wanting. He felt as though he was going to burst if Geoff didn’t get naked right now and…well, despite his experience with sneaking glances at porn before the store clerk noticed the obviously under-eighteen-year-old boy with the magazine, he wasn’t sure what he wanted Geoff to do to him. Tucker just knew that he wanted Geoff.
Geoff seemed to have the same thought about Tucker, as the vocalist yanked Tucker’s shirt over his head and threw it across the room.
The feeling of Geoff’s bare chest against his was…he wasn’t even sure how to describe it, but he never wanted it to end. Geoff ground down against him, rubbing his own hard bulge against Tucker’s through the friction of their jeans. Okay, Tucker never wanted that to end. He could hear himself making all sorts of sounds in Geoff’s mouth—he wanted more, he wanted everything. He wasn’t even sure what everything was, but he knew he needed it.
Reaching down, Tucker unzipped and pulled down Geoff’s jeans, prompting the other boy to remove them entirely and throw them off the bed. Finding their clothes later, in their drunken state, was certainly going to be a challenge.
Geoff ground his underwear-clad hard-on against Tucker and…fuck, Tucker needed his own pants gone now.
It took a minute to get them down his legs with Geoff stuck between them, but finally Tucker managed to drop his jeans over the side of the bed.
And fuck, what a feeling—Tucker’s cock twitched at the feeling of Geoff’s against it, despite the thin fabric of their boxers creating an equal barrier between the two appendages. He couldn’t help but moan deep in his throat.
“Fuck, Tucker,” Geoff muttered into his mouth as he ground down against the drummer. Tucker thrust up to meet his movements and gasped, “Yes, please.” His eyes almost rolled into the back of his head when Geoff pulled down his boxers and curled a hand around his cock.
Tucker was both too sober and not sober enough for this. His thoughts were…everywhere.
His brain almost short-circuited when Geoff tore away from his mouth without warning, crawled down the bed, and darted out a tongue to lick the leaking head of his cock. Without the other boy’s mouth covering his, Tucker let out a sound so loud that he was certain the rest of the party guests would hear if there wasn’t loud music playing. This didn’t seem to deter Geoff, though—in fact, he seemed encouraged by the noises the drummer made, and dipped his head further to take the throbbing length into his mouth.
Tucker couldn’t help but thrust when he felt the warm, wet cavern surround him.
“Geoff, holy fuck, Geoff,” he whined, hands in the vocalist’s greasy hair as the other boy bobbed up and down on his cock.
Geoff’s movements were shallow, clearly trying to prevent himself from choking, but he seemed to know what he was doing. Tucker wasn’t sure why the thought that Geoff had done this before twisted in his gut, but he figured it was just because the entire experience was intense for him, so he pushed down that feeling as he stroked his hands through the vocalist’s greasy hair.
It wasn’t long before Tucker was crying out as he came, unexpectedly quickly and hard, into Geoff’s mouth. The other boy had definitely done this before—he didn’t even blink as he swallowed down every drop.
“Fuck,” Tucker breathed out, dropping his head on the pillow.
Geoff released his cock with a wet popping sound and crawled back up over the drummer. “Don’t mind if I do,” he said, grinning down at Tucker.
He was still a little disoriented from his orgasm that Tucker barely even noticed as Geoff reached into his bedside drawer, but moments later, he definitely noticed the cold, slippery finger pressing against his virgin hole. He was already so tuckered out – pun not intended – that he spread his legs further and allowed Geoff access. Perhaps that had been the plan. Looking down at Tucker with an intense look in his eyes, Geoff pressed forward.
Fuck, that was a weird feeling—but not entirely unpleasant. Tucker was relaxed enough that he opened easily for the vocalist. The lubricated finger twisted inside him, brushing against a spot that instantly caused Tucker’s dick twitch back to life.
The weird feeling did turn a little uncomfortable when the second finger was added, but by the time Geoff inserted a third, Tucker was rocking forward and fucking himself on the other boy’s hand. “Please,” he begged.
Geoff paused and looked at him with a dazed look before removing his fingers. “Yeah, okay, okay.”
Tucker whined at the emptiness. His cock was already at full hardness again.
Time was passing endlessly as Tucker lay there, wet and loose, waiting for Geoff. He could hear the vocalist shuffling between his legs, but had no—
His breath hitched as he felt the lubricated head of Geoff’s cock press against his stretched hole. The other boy looked down at Tucker in what had to be the most serious manner the drummer had ever seen in the entire time he knew him—Tucker could tell that Geoff cared about what he was doing, about what Tucker was about to experience. He wasn’t sure if Geoff was waiting for permission, but nodded nonetheless.
The discomfort as Geoff entered him was different this time—so much more, so full. Tucker couldn’t help but groan.
“You okay?” Geoff asked softly, stopping.
Tucker nodded again. “Don’t stop,” he commanded, and sure enough, Geoff continued. It was…a lot more than three fingers, that was for sure. Geoff was slow, letting Tucker get used to the feeling as he moved deeper.
When the vocalist finally bottomed out, Tucker let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Both of them were still a moment, just breathing, before Tucker became impatient. “Move,” he groaned, rolling his hips as though he was attempting to fuck himself on Geoff’s cock—not quite as easy from this angle, on his back with Geoff between his legs, as it had been on his fingers. The vocalist pushed Tucker’s legs up toward his waist and began to pull out slowly.
When there was little more than just his head remaining, Geoff slammed back into Tucker with one hard thrust, causing the drummer to cry out.
Tucker made all sorts of noises as the other boy continued slamming into him, attempting to rock with him and meet his thrusts. He ran his hands through Geoff’s hair again and brought his face down for a kiss—even more sloppy now that they were more thoroughly distracted.
“Tuck…” Geoff moaned into his mouth. “Fuck, Tucker…”
Reaching down between their connected bodies, Geoff grabbed Tucker’s cock and began to jerk quickly and without much rhythm.
Whatever noise Tucker made this time was muffled by the tongue in his mouth. His second orgasm was even more overwhelming than the first, with a hard cock moving inside his ass and Geoff’s gorgeous blue eyes on his.
Geoff’s thrusts became more erratic, as though watching Tucker come was the thing that sent him over the edge. It was only moments more before Tucker felt the cock throb inside him and release—he wasn’t sure how to explain the feeling of someone coming deep inside his ass, but fuck, he liked it. Geoff all but collapsed on top of him as he finished, only pulling out to roll over beside the drummer. Tucker groaned at the loss as his empty hole clenched the air, but he was too exhausted to think about doing anything more as he watched his vision turn fuzzy.
In the morning, when he woke with a pounding head, Tucker was disoriented. He was naked in a bed that was not his own and there was a body right—
Oh, right. Geoff. He and Geoff, they—
He turned to face the sleeping boy, taking in the soft features of his face. He was so…calm—peaceful.
Something bubbled up inside Tucker as he watched the other boy sleep. He wasn’t sure how to feel about what had happened. The whole experience had been so intense—he couldn’t believe he’d waited so long to have sex when it could feel like that. It may have been Geoff’s birthday the night before, but Tucker might have received the best gift of the evening.
Moving carefully to avoid waking the vocalist, Tucker slowly slipped out of Geoff’s bed and began to search around the room for his various discarded clothes. He hoped that everyone else was still asleep so nobody would see him sneaking out of Geoff’s bedroom.
And if something about that felt weird…well, he wasn’t going to dwell on it.