And yet I guess it makes me smile

Title: And yet I guess it makes me smile
Author: Ginseng
Paring: Joey/Mick
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. It did not happen. This fiction in no way represents people mentioned within. I do not profit from these stories

We had just sent the new album to be pressed. The mastering had gone well, the cover-art and sleeve were done. It felt great to finally let it go. We had this tradition of throwing a sending off party and the minute I woke up I was in a great party mood. I loved the feeling of anticipation. I had been sober for weeks and had to really control myself not having a beer for breakfast. Or lunch. I had slept late and it meant the party would start in just a couple of hours.

Around three o'clock I stepped into the shower. The warm water ran down my body washing away the soap and some of my expectations. I was not only looking forward to getting drunk; I was going to get laid. There had to be someone ready to fuck a short drummer with long black hair.

The simple thought of what was coming made me hard. I wrapped my hand around the growing flesh. I welcomed the friction and tilted my head backwards, in pleasure and to get the wet hair out of my face. I was moving up and down my length when the doorbell interrupted me. I cursed my bad luck and got reluctantly out of the shower. I covered myself with a towel and answered the door. And there was Mick; the band's guitar-player and one of my closest friends.

"Hi Mick, what're you doing here?" I tucked a strand of damp hair behind my ear.

"I was bored and thought we could have a couple of beers before we went to the party." His large paw held a six-pack.

"Great idea!" I stepped aside and let him in. He placed his huge body on the couch and opened a beer.

"I'm just gonna put something on... I will be right back."

I slipped into my skull patterned black pj-bottoms and began to brush my hair. I took out the blow dryer and began to dry it. I hated the feel of wet hair on my back. I was about half-way done when Mick came into the bedroom and handed me an opened beer. I took a zip of the cold drink and kept on working on my hair. He sat on the bed and watched in silence. Even though Mick had seen me half-naked many times before I felt slightly uncomfortable with him watching. It was difficult to ignore the difference between him and me. We both got blue eyes and dyed our long hair black but that was it. Mick is 6'2, I'm barely 5'3. Mick's body is strong, muscular and inked. I'm just pale, thin and short. And the way he watched me that day made me feel even shorter.

I turned off the dryer and went for the nearly empty beer-bottle. But before I could reach it Mick closed his long fingers around my wrist.

"Come on, I wanna show you something."

He got off the bed and trailed me behind, down stairs and pushed me down on the couch. Mick went into the kitchen and got two more beers. He handed me a beautiful black book. It was a photo album. I flipped the pages and looked at the pictures of us. There were photos with and without masks, on stage, backstage, in hotels and at airports. Most of them were great, taken by professional photographers but the band members had taken some. The gift was thoughtful and it made me happier than in a long time. When I got to the picture where I wore nothing but two masks I tried to turn the page quickly but Mick placed his large hand on it. It made a loud bang when he hit the book.

"That's my favourite. I look at it all the time."

I gasped in chock when he moved his hand from the photo album to my thigh. I trembled.

"What are you doing? Mick?"
"Oh, I think you know what I'm doing, Joey." His voice was low, barely a murmur. "I think you know how much you turn me on. "

I couldn't move. It was like I had been paralysed when his hand travelled up my leg and stroked my cock trough the black fabric.

"See! You like it. I knew you would." He flashed me one of those sinister smiles that made him look like a villain.

"I don't know..." I looked at him from under lowered lashes.

But there were no way I could have denied that I was hard. With a strained sigh I leaned back and rested my head on his broad chest. His hand was so close to my groin. I was amazed by how light the touch of his large hand felt on my leg. He was teasing. He moved closer and closer and when he finally caressed my longing member with his strong fingers I couldn't stop myself from whimpering.

Mick slipped off the couch. He looked enormous even when he was sitting on the floor in front of me. I where in no place to protest when he grabbed the lining of my pj:s and undressed me. When he kissed my stomach it was more a display of power than of affection. He had all his clothes on and there I was; naked with an uncompromising hard on. Exposed.

I watched as he consumed me with his mouth. He gradually went down on me, flicking his tongue over my most sensitive spots. It was amazing. It didn't take long until I was close and had to pull out.

Mick stood up, towering over me. He took off his t-shirt and revealed his muscular upper body. I hid my blushing cheeks and curious eyes behind my hair. I looked down on my hands in my lap when I heard a clinging noise and assumed he had opened his belt. I just had to peek when he unzipped his jeans. A quick tug at the back denim and white cotton and his throbbing flesh was out in the open. It was coarse and long. Many men would have been proud of being born with half the size of what Mick had.

Suddenly I felt his hand in my hair and he pulled me towards him. I knew what he wanted. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth as much as I possibly could. A mild but salty taste hit my tongue and my lips drifted down his arousal. The rumbling noise in the back of his throat sent chills down my spine. With mild force and a hand on my neck Mick controlled the pace. He moved in a steady beat. I felt his grip tighten slightly before he pulled out. He bent down and with his mouth right by my ear he whispered.

"I wanna fuck you."

My stomach tightened in chock and anxiety spread throughout my entire body.

'"It would work... How could I... You're too..." I looked at him pleadingly. He had to understand that he was too big for someone like me.

"I'll go slow."

He looked so calm and confident. He was my friend. I trusted him. He wouldn't do me any harm, would he?

"Okay..." I looked down, ashamed of what I was about to let him do to me. "But you got to be careful. Promise!"

"Don't worry. I'll play nice. I promise."

He scooped me up and placed me on my back. His long black hair brushed over my side as he picked up his jeans from the floor. He reached into his pocket and took out a small tube of lubricant. I waited as he squeezed out a rather large amount into the palm of his hand. He sat down between my legs, lifted the right one and spread the cold, clear liquid on every side of my entrance. Unhurriedly he entered me with a finger. I exhaled. Two more and he had me panting hard. He pulled out and repositioned himself. Mick looked at me with dark eyes, semi-covered by long strands of black hair.

"Try to relax."

I looked down on his glistening cock and thought to myself that it was easy for him to say. I felt the tip of his cock against my tight muscle, but no matter how hard he pressed, it wouldn't give away. He applied some more lube and tried again. I took control over my body and relaxed. A well-defined sting and I knew he had only started. He kept on going, stretching me little by little. When I thought I couldn't take anymore he stopped.

"You're hurting me." I whimpered. "Mick... Please..."
"Calm down!" His voice was stern.

I tried my best to do as I was told. Concentrating on my breathing and trying to ignore the pain. When Mick felt my muscles relax he drove himself to the hilt. A sharp breath. It wasn't that bad. Followed by a slow exhale. He slid out a bit and made me to moan. I heard him breath heavily above me.

"Fuck me." I whispered softly.

Slowly, Mick pulled out, leaving only the tip of his cock inside of me. With one hand on my hip and one on my thigh he thrust back in. Fast and hard. Repeating his movement over and over Mick made me groan loudly. All my inhibitions were gone. Out the window. It felt so good. I needed him badly. No more self-control.

"Fuck me, Mick! Fuck me hard!" I hissed.
"Show me that you want me."

He got off me and lay back on the couch. His massive body was covered with tiny beads of sweat. He gave me no chance to hesitate. Mick folded his right hand around his hard on and pulled me harshly on top off him. I straddled him and lowered myself down on his solid dick. He held on to my hips and guided me up and down.

"You like this, don't you!" He growled. "You just love it, when I fuck you!"
"Yes, Mick! Need. I. Need. More."

Hard and aggressively he buried himself deep inside of me. Without loosing momentum he sat up straight. A large hand on my back and he held me tight. Close to his warm body. He whispered obscenities in my ear. Taking me closer to completion.

"Please..." My voice was throaty but he knew what I wanted. What I needed.

Strong, callused fingers around my aching flesh. It took no more than two, maybe three strokes, until I came long and hard. My muscles cramped down on him, taking Mick over the edge with a loud grunt. Without his firm grip around my shoulders I would have collapsed.

Mick slanted back against the couch and took me with him in a tired embrace. He reached for the beer and downed it in three large gulps. I rested my head upon his broad chest. Thumbing heartbeats making me drift off.

"Joe?"
"Hmm..."
"How about a quick shower? Party starts in less than an hour so we better get going."
"Okay."

I climbed off Mick and grabbed my pj's from the floor. I leaned down and kissed him affectionately.

"Thank you."
"Anything for you, Joey". He kissed me on the forehead. "Tomorrow, when we're hung over and wanna have pizza you can be the pizza-deliverer. How's that for a scenario?"
"I love your wicked games."

We went upstairs, to our bedroom. Mick picked up the towel that I had used to earlier.

"Joey!"
"What?"
"I've told you that if you leave another wet towel on MY side of the bed I'd have to punish you!"
"Yeah... I know..."

The end