Breaking the haze

t wasnt long until the pair reached their destination. A large Hilton Hotel, nothing especially fancy on the outside no flashing lights, no dazzling red carpet - as the average person would like to think a rock star should have. Just the usual white building with fake palm trees and mini water fall near the entrance. Ridiculously huge Capital H out front.

They strolled up to the automatic rotating doors, with James passing the keys onto a valet. For a second he stopped and looked at Jon, "Hey, quick question Uh, I was wondering why do you have the keys to Davids car if you dont drive?" Jonathan smiled, tugging his sweatshirt further down over the bulging front of his pants, "Err, no reason. I just sorta picked 'em up."
"Is that supposed to have some kind of double meaning?" Munky, now curious, arched a brow at him.
I dont know. I cant really think straight right now. Jon, slyly brushing off the question, anxiously pointed below the belt. "No pun intended."

James laughed, "Fine. Your room or mine?"

"Yours. It'd be better if I walk behind you."

The elevator ride up was, unlike in most romance films, a plain annoyance. Wrinkled old rich women with green hair and bathing suits shared the small space with them for the first set of floors, who talked about nonsense and stared at the two of them like they were delinquents. "You boys here on vacation?" One asked.

"No, were working were on a umm... business trip." Jon replied without looking at her, all huddled up in the farthest corner of the square.

"Youre in business? What type of business?" She inquired again.

"A biiiiiiggg one." Munky added, giggling.

"Yeah, actually were trying to take care of some RIGTH NOW." Jon stressed, eyeing James.

"Uh huh." Munk uneasily tapped his foot.

"Oh - and they allow you to dress like that?"

"Like what?" Jon and James, not acting in the least offended looked at each other, shrugging.

The elevator dinged and the women, without saying another word stepped off. James, ready to walk off behind them (since they were in fact on the same floor) was suddenly pulled back in by the neck of his shirt. "Ay--- !"

"I couldve killed those menopause-hag bitches." Jonathan leaned quick and pressed his mouth against James. In return, James took control and backed Jon right into the elevator buttons. "Going up?" He said, now tonguing his neck. "Oooh.. you could say that. But I'd like it better if you went down..."

Munky started sliding Jons sweats down to his knees with one hand. His other, wrapped around his partners waist. He searched blindly until he found and pressed the emergency stop button. "Hell yeah... thats the sound I wanted to hear." Jonathan smiled. Munky ran his fingers slowly down the trail of soft curling hair that led to that sensitive yearning point between his legs. And with that little motion, Jon moaned heavily. "Bring me to edge ...but dont let me come."

James' hand slid up and down the base of his cock, before gently gripping his balls, and latching his mouth over the head hastily. "F-fuck!" Jons eyelids grew dark and batted, his fingers grabbing at the sides of his guitarists head. "Did you hear what I - ? fucking god..." James placed both hands on each thigh, keeping Jon from moving or falling. He would suck down as hard as he possibly could and then stop, putting Jon into a swerve of agonizing pleasure. Repeating this several times, he took his cock in deeper, feeling Jonathan scratching at his ears and the back of his neck. Looking up, Jons body was convulsing. His eyes shut tight above and sounds came from him that youd only hear on stage years ago. A real sight for sore eyes. He was fighting with his urge to come but why not here?

James backed off for a second, but with his hand still remaining around the shaft. Stroking slowly and tightly. Jon looked down at him, wiping the sweat off of the side of his face. Breath in, breath out... "Come here, you."

Munky jolted to his feet for Jons kiss. His teeth pulled on his bottom lip, each time Jon humped up against him. Eventually, their mouths parted, and Jon laid his head against his shoulder, wrapping his arms around him tight. "If you do me a favor, Ill let you fuck me." He whispered.
"Anything." Munky was quick to answer, panting, "What do you want?"
"I want you to... not ask any more questions."
Slightly confused, James agreed. No questions asked.