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Rob set down his guitar against the wall, exhausted from his long day in the recording studio. He chatted with the rest of the band as Joe and Ross slowly trickled out of the studio. Waving Andrew goodbye, he turned to see that only he and Zubin remained. Not having anything else to do for the day, he decided to stick around and hang out with his bandmate. They talked about random shit, music, whatever they could think of to talk about in their state of boredom. It went on like this for a while until the conversation slowed. Zubin decided to fuck with Rob a little.
“Rob. This is completely hypothetical but in this hypothetical situation…Fuck, marry, and kill with Joe, Ross, and Andrew.”
“Wh- What?”
Rob had never thought of himself as gay. Except for that one time he got drunk at that party and kissed that one guy, and that other time Zubin wore this really nice suit that made his ass look perfect and he had to release the pressure in his pants in the bathroom, and that other time he was at that other party with Zubin and, fuck, the way he looked at him that night, but obviously Zubin isn’t gay and he isn’t gay either so why would that even-
“Zubin. I’m not gay. I- I don’t think of the other guys like that, man,” he shook his head, his laugh following having a tinge of nervousness.
“Yeah, yeah, but like, just in this situation. Just for fun,” Zubin smiled at his friend. “Plus, you can’t admit some of them are slightly attractive. Not in a gay way, but you know. They can be nice to look at.”
Rob stared at him for a second, slightly questioning his friend’s sexuality in his head.
“Well, I mean, I don’t think Ross and Joe are exactly marriage material. Well, Ross, maybe. But Joe wouldn’t be the best husband in the world. Actually, fuck it, kill Joe. Joe would be too mean during sex anyways, and probably too fucking rough,” he chuckled, fixing his glasses that were falling down the bridge of his nose.
“Wow, how cruel,” Zubin responded sarcastically, grinning at the amount of thought Rob was putting into this.
“Am I wrong though?”
Zubin’s eyes squinted at him.
“No. No, I’m not. Anyways, out of Ross and Andrew…I think I’d fuck Ross.”
Zubin’s eyebrows went up in surprise. “Ross? Really? Because I fuck with the real deal sex appeal of Andrew. Have you seen that ass? Fucking beautiful.”
Rob laughed and snorted out of pure shock. “Jesus, Zubin, do you look at all of us like that?” He paused for a minute before continuing, sensing that his friend didn’t exactly want to answer that question, and, fuck, Rob didn’t exactly want to know his answer.
“But, yeah, Ross wouldn’t be bad to do… that with anyways. Andrew’s straight-up malewife material, though. He’d be great.”
Zubin quickly countered Rob’s argument. “Who’s the better cook, though, Ross or Andrew?”
Rob thought for a second. “...Fair enough. I’m sticking with my choices though.”
The conversation started to die down, the two men sitting in thick, but comfortable, silence. Rob started thinking a bit too hard about his friend’s hypothetical situation. I mean, he wouldn’t be bothered if Zubin was gay or something. Well, probably bi. He’d have his fair share of flings that he’s told Rob about, which weirdly gave Rob a sinking feeling in his stomach every time Zubin started telling him about the intimate shit they did. Not that he was uncomfortable with the fact that his best friend was telling him how this girl he met at a concert rode him in a photo booth, because, fuck, he had told him some shit similar to that as well. It’s just that sometimes he wished he was the lady in cowgirl position. Well, not in the way that he wanted to have sex with him, he just didn’t want someone else to have sex with him.
“What if I took Joe out of the equation and put me in there instead?”
The question startled Rob out of thought.
“What? I mean-” He desperately searched his brain for an answer that wouldn’t put him in an awkward and/or really fucking gay position. His brain, surprisingly, decided to fuck him over instead.
“Well…shit, I guess Andrew would have to die instead. I have a new bitch now. Would my new wife treat me well, though?” Rob chuckled at his sarcastic question, not expecting Zubin to actually answer it.
“Only if you treated me the same.” Rob couldn’t shake the tinge of sincerity he heard in Zubin’s voice. He tried to respond in a joking manner.
“I’d treat you like royalty, my beautiful prince,” he stated in a slightly random British accent, cusping his hands together next to his face and obnoxiously batting his eyelashes at Zubin. He noticed the slight discomfort in Zubin’s face when he did that, though, and quickly put his hands back down to rest on the arms of his chair. The aching silence once again consumed the room, now slightly more awkward due to Rob’s joke. Rob checked his shitty iPhone once in a while, glancing over to Zubin, who was doing the same.
Zubin bit at the inside of his cheek, different thoughts rushing through his head. He honestly didn’t know why he asked that or said that he would treat Rob well if he was his wife, or why he asked this question in the first place. He knew how he felt about Rob. Mostly. He was just his close friend. Really, really close friend, that he had wet dreams about once in a while. But those dreams were most likely just his brain throwing together random people and scenarios so he could feel pleasure. Those dreams were fucking bomb, though. Always made a mess of his sheets, but sacrifices are needed for some things, which may include washing your whole bed set because you came all over them in your sleep.
“How do you think of me, dude?”
Rob didn’t even realize he said that, quickly trying to recover from it as Zubin stared at him with confusion and flustration consuming his thoughts.
“I mean- Fuck, I didn’t mean that like-” Rob’s tongue stumbled over the word vomit coming out of his mouth, his cheeks turning a dark red. Zubin tried to reassure Rob that he didn’t just completely fuck over their friendship.
“Hey, hey, don’t worry, Rob. I don’t hate you or anything, man. You’ve been my best friend, since like, forever. Nothing to worry about.”
“But, like…Have you ever thought of me as like…something more than a friend?”
Zubin’s brows furrowed at the lanky man. “What are you saying?”
Rob adjusted his glasses, desperately trying not to make eye contact with the man a few feet away from him. “Nothing, nothing, I don’t- I’m not…ignore what I just said.” His speech was rushed and shaky, something that was easily noticed by his friend.
“What’s going on man?” Zubin rolled his chair closer to him, trying to shorten the space between them.
“You can tell me anything, I promise. What’s up with you?” He put a hand on Rob’s thigh, patting it gently. The act of kindness certainly didn’t help Rob, not in this state.
“It’s just that…” His voice trailed off, feeling Zubin’s soft gaze staring straight at him.
“We just…you…fuck, man, don’t look at me like that.” Rob tried to shut down the conversation, his cheeks hot and his eyes watering.
“Like what, Rob?” Zubin honestly couldn’t understand what the hell he was doing that could upset Rob so much.
“With your fucking…” His hands gestured erratically to Zubin’s face. “That face. With your big ass eyes, and just…whatever you’re doing right now. God…”
“You’re acting weird, dude.” Zubin gently cusped Rob’s cheeks in his hands, the warmth of the blood rushing to his face radiating into the bassist’s rough palms. Rob begrudgingly melted into his touch, trying to figure out what to say to get him out of this situation.
“I just…I’ve been having weird thoughts,” he paused for a moment, making eye contact with the other man. “..about you. They’ve just been frustrating me a lot, I’m sorry for making it weird.”
A small smile spread across Zubin’s face as he furrowed his brows. “That’s it? Dude, you can talk to me about that shit, I don’t mind.”
“Well, it’s like…they’re weird . Like you would hate me if you knew, that’s how weird they are.”
Zubin chuckled softly. “I’d never hate you. I promise. Just tell me what’s on your mind,” his gaze softened as his thumb softly caressed the pinkish skin below it.
Rob fought with himself in his head while trying to figure out what to tell Zubin. Yeah, he could totally be into him as well, but shit, Rob wasn’t even sure if he was really into Zubin. He looked at his friend up and down.
Shit.
He is really into him.
Shit.
“I dream about you, Zubin.”
“What?” Zubin’s face filled with confusion before quickly being overwhelmed by realization. “..Are you into me or something?”
“What? No! Well, like…I don’t know,” Rob stumbled over his words, his cheeks burning.
Zubin inched closer to his friend, his lips slightly parting.
“Do you wanna figure it out?”
Rob let out a small gasp. “ Please .”
Zubin slightly tightened his grip on Rob’s cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss. It was gentle and a bit hesitant because, fuck, he wasn’t trying to scare Rob or anything. The guitarist quickly reciprocated, running his fingers through Zubin’s soft hair. After a moment, Zubin pulled back, Rob’s lips trying to chase after his.
“How was that?” Zubin moved a piece of hair out of Rob’s face as he grinned at him.
“That was…great. Can I..?”
“Yeah. Yeah, of course.”
Rob pulled Zubin back towards him, this time kissing him with more passion. He felt a warmth start to build in his stomach as he used his right hand to caress Zubin’s face, messing with his hair with the other. He gasped into Zubin’s mouth when he felt the man’s tongue start to slip into his mouth. He let his own tongue slip on top of his, and God , Zubin tasted amazing. What made it even better was the groan he let out when he did that that sent a shiver down his spine. Zubin’s hands trailed down Rob’s body, lifting his shirt and caressing his iliums that were slightly protruding out of his skin. He felt soft in a way, despite him being the boney fuck that he was. Rob put his own hands on Zubin’s, guiding them back onto his shirt. Their lips disconnected for a moment to let Zubin take off Rob’s shirt, allowing Zubin to look at the beauty before him.
“Fuck, Rob, you look gorgeous.”
“You think so?”
“Yeah. You, you…you’re fucking beautiful.”
Rob’s lips met Zubin’s once again, now letting himself be guided by his friend. The bassist’s hands brought him to his belt, and Rob gasped softly, breaking apart from Zubin’s kiss out of shock.
“Really?”
Zubin nodded softly but enthusiastically. “Please. I’ve wanted this for a while.”
Rob quickly undid the bassist’s belt, the growth in his pants slowly growing as he did so. Zubin stood up, letting Rob slip off his pants, dropping them to the floor. His cock throbbed against the fabric of his boxers, desperately begging to be let out. Zubin ignored his own needs, focusing on trying to get Rob’s pants and boxers off as soon as possible. He quickly undid the guitarist’s belt, desperately sliding off his pants and boxers all at once Rob gasped softly as he was overwhelmed with feelings of shock and slight embarrassment. He never expected to get this far with Zubin, honestly. It felt unreal, and the feeling grew as he watched the man in front of him get on his knees, inching closer to his crotch. Zubin put one hand on Rob’s thigh, using it to steady himself as he used the other to slowly stroke Rob’s cock to full hardness. Rob groaned as he let himself sink into his seat, putting one of his hands on Zubin’s head, gently playing with his well-conditioned locks of hair.
Zubin’s strokes became more rapid, his grip becoming more firm as Rob tried to muffle his groans with his free hand.
“You- You’re really good at this, Zubes,” The guitarist muttered under his breath, which didn’t go unnoticed by the man before him. Zubin stopped jerking him off, and Rob responded with a small unsatisfied groan. Zubin planted small kisses on the tender, thin skin of Rob’s inner thigh, slowly moving up toward his cock. Rob’s hips instinctively bucked forward as Zubin teased him by dragging out his kisses on the base of his cock.
“ F-fuck , Zubin, please, just do it already, I can’t-” Rob writhed under him, his tip already leaking with precum.
“Alright, baby, whatever you say.”
Rob smiled weakly in response to being called that. He liked hearing it come out of Zubin’s mouth. It made the encounter feel less like a quick suck-and-fuck and more intimate.
Zubin wrapped his lips around Rob’s throbbing cock, his tongue teasing his tip with quick motions. Zubin slowly started to bob his head up and down, taking his time when it came to trying to take in all of his cock. Rob started to grip Zubin’s hair, slightly forcing him down his dick as his moans of pleasure grew in volume for each inch he went down on.
“God, love, just like that,” He started to speak in a rushed manner. “You’re doing so good.”
Enjoying the praise, Zubin quickened his pace, deepthroating the man. He wanted to consume him whole; he wanted to take all of him in. He wanted to make Rob his . Rob thrust his hips into the heat of Zubin’s mouth and throat, biting down on his lips in pure ecstasy. He facefucked Zubin, gripping his hair tight and guiding him to fully take him in for each thrust.
Fuck , it felt perfect. Zubin was perfect. The way he sucked him off with ease was fucking phenominal. Zubin looked up at Rob with pupils dialated to the size of saucers, and, shit, Rob melted at the sight of this spectacle.
“You…You’re so gorgeous, Zubes. You look fucking amazing like this, God- ” A spurt of precum shot out of Rob’s throbbing cock, settling on Zubin’s tongue as he pulled his mouth off. Zubin quickly pulled the man before him into a deep, passionate kiss, sharing the taste of his precum with him. The salty flavor overwhelmed his mouth as Rob reciprocated the kiss, moaning into the mouth of his lover. Zubin pulled away to make eye contact with him, a line of spit still connecting the two at their mouths.
“You taste really good, Rob.”
The statement caused Rob to let out a shy chuckle. “Thanks?”
“I’m not done with you yet.” Zubin slid his hands under Rob’s thighs, swiftly lifting him up. Rob let out a soft gasp at the demonstration of strength. Did Zubin work out or something? Who knows. Zubin gently placed Rob down on one of the counters in the studio before remembering he was getting a bit too ahead of himself.
“Shit, uh…Can I…” Zubin started to stutter, embarrassed of what he had to ask his friend. “Can I, uhm…Can I fuck you, Rob?”
Rob was slightly surprised that he even asked. Fuck, he was gonna just let him do whatever he wanted. “Yeah. Yes, please, go ahead, Zubes. I just haven’t…done shit like that before.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” He smiled at him and responded in a playful way. With one hand holding Rob’s hips down, Zubin raised his free hand towards Rob’s face, gesturing his middle and ring fingers towards his mouth. “Suck.”
Rob didn’t even try to question the man, immediately taking his fingers into his mouth and soaking them in his spit. Rob looked up at Zubin, awaiting for his approval. Zubin took his free hand and caressed Rob’s cheek, smiling softly. “Good boy. You’re doing great for me, Rob.”
Zubin, feeling like his fingers were thoroughly lubed up, pulled them out of Rob’s mouth, which was greeted with a disapproving groan from the man. Zubin spread open Rob’s thighs with his hand, adjusting him as needed. Zubin glanced up at Rob, and seeing his nod of approval, slid one finger into his tight, virgin ass.
“ Shit.” Rob groaned under his breath, adjusting to the new sensation of a finger in his ass. Sure, it felt a little weird to have your high school friend’s finger moving around in your asshole, but it wasn’t the worst thing he could’ve been doing at that moment. Zubin moved his finger in and out at a slow pace, trying not to overwhelm Rob just yet. Rob let out small whimpers of pleasure, enjoying the feeling of Zubin grazing over his g-spot during each thrust.
“M-more, Zubin, I want more, please ohmygod- ” Rob begged at Zubin, starting to reach for his own cock to finish off the job without having to wait on the man. “Put another one in, God please I fucking- I need it, Zubes, come on- ”
Zubin smiled because of the fact that he had the guitarist like this . A begging mess, and he hadn’t even put his dick in him yet. Pathetic, almost, but in a cute way. He complied with Rob’s pleads, sticking his ring finger in along with his middle, resorting to curling his fingers along with a few thrusts in and out once in a while. Rob writhed under him as he massaged his g-spot, almost yelling out of pure pleasure. His hips bucked towards Zubin’s hand, desperate for even more. He started stroking himself, almost overstimulated from the sensations he felt all throughout his body.
“Not yet, baby, I don’t want you to cum yet,” Zubin took Rob’s hand off of his cock, guiding it towards Zubin’s cheek. “Not until I tell you.”
Zubin kissed his friend softly, starting to fully take in the fact that he was fingerfucking his own bandmate. His friend. Well, maybe slightly more than friends. Not exactly important at this moment, though.
Rob slightly moved his head back, just enough to speak to Zubin.
“Please, man, I’m ready. Please, god, just fuck me already.”
Zubin pulled his fingers out of Rob’s now loosened ass, earning a satisfied moan from the man “Alright, alright, no need to beg now. Spit, boy.” He raised his hand towards Rob’s mouth once again, this time making a small cup with his palm. With a quick “ Yes sir-” under his breath, Rob spat all of the saliva in his mouth into his friend’s hand. Zubin smiled softly at the display of loyalty towards him.
“Good boy, Rob,” Zubin started to gently stroke his cock, coating it in the saliva. “You’re doing amazing so far. Flip on your stomach for me, baby.” Rob swiftly followed his command, turning over and arching his ass slightly up. Sure, it was a little uncomfortable, but he didn’t think he could look at Zubin during this anyways. He felt Zubin’s rough hand softly grip onto his ass cheek, spreading him open. Teasing him, Zubin rubbed his tip against Rob’s entrance, earning desperate whimpers in response. Feeling he had tormented his friend enough, Zubin inserted his tip inside of him, Rob gasping from the sensation. He slowly slid more of him inside until he was a bit over halfway in.
“Fuck, Zubin, it- It’s fucking big .”
Zubin snickered softly. “Don’t worry, I’ll go slow. Let yourself get used to it baby.” He pushed himself deeper inside, the base of his dick eventually meeting the skin around Rob’s asshole. Satisfied with his depth, Zubin started to slowly thrust his hips in and out, earning groans full of relief and pleasure from the man below him.
“God, Rob, you’re so fucking tight,” Zubin managed to spit out as he was overwhelmed with pleasure and started to feel heat build around his crotch. He hit Rob directly on his g-spot, causing the walls of his rectum to clench around him. “ Fuck- ”
Rob covered his mouth to silence the increasingly loud, guttural sounds coming out of his mouth. Zubin gripped on to the back of Rob’s head to steady himself, tugging hard at his hair in the process. Rob’s yell was mixed with pain and pleasure, prompting Zubin to continue to hold his grip on him, using it to help himself thrust into him harder.
“You- You’re taking me perfectly, Rob. Let me help you, baby.” Zubin reached his free hand down to Rob’s throbbing cock, stroking it in sync with his thrusts into him. The sensations drove Rob fucking crazy, and he couldn’t take it anymore, letting the yells and whimpers and moans pour out of his mouth. Zubin groaned in pleasure, thoroughly enjoying the noises coming out of the guitarist. Rob went to cover his mouth again before Zubin swiftly grabbed his wrist, not wanting his beautiful noises to be silenced again. He slightly slowed his pace as his eyes darted around for something , eventually locking onto a random usb cord strung along the counter. Taking both of Rob’s wrists, he tied them to each other, making a tight, slightly painful knot as he rest them on Rob’s back.
“There we go, baby. I want to be able to hear you, and I don’t want you shushing yourself now.”
Zubin placed his hands on Rob’s shoulders, slightly leaning over him as he pushed himself harshly into the man, slamming into his g-spot. The boy below him screamed in ecstasy, his brain overwhelmed with the fact that Zubin had him tied up, and was being so rough with him, and, fuck , the fact that Zubin was fucking him in general was enough for him to be driven mad. Zubin continually pounded into Rob’s rectum walls, his thrusts becoming desperate and animalistic. The warmth in his stomach grew steadily, the threat of finishing becoming closer, yet still a good time away.
“Please, please, Zubes, I’m close, keep going,” Rob whimpered loudly, yearning for the pressure building up in his crotch to be released.
“Not yet, not yet, I want- I want you to finish with me. Please , please, just- hold off, baby.” Zubin stammered, his hip thrusts getting aggressive. The idea of cumming inside of Rob fought with the pleausre of fucking him, but shit , the former was starting to look more appealing. It was the closest thing he could get to breeding him, so he’d fucking take it in a heartbeat.
“God, Rob, you’re fucking perfect. You- Jesus fucking Christ- I’m getting there, please just let me finish in you-” Rob couldn’t even respond, harshly biting down on his lip to make a weak attempt of trying to stop himself from ejaculating. He felt like he was teetering on a ledge, desperately trying to stop himself from falling.
The pressure building in Zubin’s crotch was almost unbearable, his animalistic grunts becoming louder and louder as it grew. “Baby, I’m there, I’m- Shit, I’m gonna cum.”
Zubin’s nails dug into the man’s shoulders, roughly pushing him towards the base of his cock. Rob’s moans drowned out the sound of skin hitting skin, and he slowly stopped resisting his approaching orgasm. Zubin growled under his breath, feeling himself reach his climax.
“Fuck, Rob, Rob.” His hips produced a few more aggressive, desperate thrusts before he finally let himself finish inside the man, his lover’s orgasm shortly following after.
“Oh, Oh, Zubin- ” Rob’s cum splattered on the counter below him, making a mess of it and his stomach. Zubin’s thrusts slowed, eventually pulling out of his ass, his cock now covered in cum.
“Shit, dude,” Zubin was slightly surprised that he did all of that , quickly undoing the knot holding Rob’s wrists together. “You alright?”
Rob sighed in relief from his wrists being let loose, and he picked himself up off of the counter, turning to face Zubin. “Yeah, yeah, I’m- Ow- I’m good, don’t worry.” He gestured to the puddles of cum and sweat left on the counter he just got assfucked on. “What do we…?”
Zubin’s eyebrows raised slightly in realization. “Oh, yeah. Yeah, Don’t worry, I got it. You just…Do what you need to do. I got it.” Zubin went to reclothe himself, Rob quickly following suit.
Zubin collapsed back into his chair after cleaning up the mess they both made. He glanced over to Rob, who locked eyes with him for a moment. Zubin desperately tried to find something to talk about.
“So, uh…Wanna go get something to eat?”
Rob turned his head to fully face the man.
“Or we could, like, talk about what just happened.”
“ Or , we could talk about that after we get food.”
Rob sighed, a slight smile spreading across his face.
“Come on, Rob. I’ll pay.”
“Alright, alright. But you’re driving, too, my ass hurts like a bitch.”
Zubin got up out of his chair, extending his hand to help Rob up.
“Of course. Let’s get out of here, and maybe go back to my place after food?”
Rob shook his head, adjusting his glasses. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”