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If there was one thing Sammy couldn't handle more than anything, it was Eddie being able to lay so goddamn peacefully on the crappy hotel mattress comforter, strumming mindlessly at his guitar. Usually nothing would be too bad about the predicament, except Eddie was half-naked. Truthfully, Sammy doesn't not like it, but he doesn't want to give into that piece of him. He can't help but sit down next to Ed and wrap an arm around his shoulders, pulling him in closer.
Him and Eddie had been… in it for a hot minute. At least since the start of the tour or earlier? He couldn't recall, but what once had been some tame, private affair was becoming a bit more, well, how could he put it, intimate? Eddie was a fine man, and Sammy couldn't help but think about his fine man every single second he was around him. They both had wives and all that, he has kids, for fucksake. Nothing like that mattered in moments like this. In moments like this, Ed was only his, and vice versa. He loved it beyond belief.
He snapped back into it as Eddie slapped his fretboard, lifting his Strat off of himself and setting it next to the nightstand, and turning on his side to face Sammy. His eyes were droopy and big, not too tired, but also not too stoned. It was cute as hell, and he couldn't help but kiss him on the cheek.
"You thinking 'bout anything?" Ed whispered, trying to pick up on something, anything.
"Hell nah, too late to think over shit right now," It was a lie, and Eddie quietly laughed.
"Really? You think midnight is too late? Have we not pulled all-nighters for almost 4 days straight?" He traced Sammy's chest with the tips of his fingers, lying his head on his chest.
"C'mon, don't bring that memory back. I had never been so tired and drunk ever in my damn life."
Eddie laughed again. "I dunno, I found it an eye opening experience," He settled his hand over the center of Sammy's chest. "What's really on your mind?"
"Tons of shit. Setlist of the next show…"
"Same as usual."
"...How the flight or drive to said show is going to be…"
"It's only an hour long flight."
"...I don'know what else, maybe you."
"There are so many th- me?" Eddie sat up straighter, clearly more interested in the latter. "What's got me on your mind?" He gave that dopey smile that Sam loved.
"Don'know, Ed, same as always. Same beautiful person I getta wake up to in the mornin' knowing you love me too. Same person that makes me wanna wake up, sometimes."
"Mmmh, sounds real lovey dovey to me, Sammy," He pressed his face into Sammy's neck.
"I'm bein' serious, Ed."
"I know Sam," Eddie rolled over, sprawling himself over the off-white comforter. "What're we doing now?"
"I got a few ideas, depends on what you're up for, Eddie."
"Lemme guess one of them," He rolled over Sammy, hovering over him, "One of them includes ruining this goddamn bed even more."
"You read my fuckin' mind sometimes, I swear-to-god."
Here he was, once again, being towered by Ed. And, it was time to test a theory of his.
"You up for it, eh, Ed?" His hands reached out and grabbed Eddie's hips, rubbing them up and down.
"As much as I ever am," He'd lean down, inches from Sammy's face, noses almost touching, and Sammy only grinned.
"Good," And using that deathly grip on his hips, he flipped them over, pinning Eddie's wrists down to the bed.
"Fuck- Sam- Cm'on-" The complaint was stopped by Sammy pressing their lips together, releasing a wrist to tangle a hand in his hair.
Eddie moaned into the kiss, melting away in it. He was and had been convinced that Sammy truly let out the soft side of him that he faked in public. They were far too good for each other. Sammy's tongue finally made contact with his, and he could feel the semi Sammy was sporting while he was pressed against him. He pulled away, pulling Eddie up with him and tugged at his shirt, impatient as ever. He needed the skin-to-skin with him at this moment. When he eventually got Eddie out of his top, he pulled him into his lap, burying his face into Eddie's neck. The guitarist was making so much noise, and they had barely started. He kissed down Eddie's neck, eventually sucking a mark into spot where neck met shoulder, and he cried out.
"Oh fuck, Sammy, please," Eddie whined, rolling his hips down onto Sammy as Sammy made his way lower, leaving hickeys down the trail.
He moved back up, kissing only shortly before he looked at Eddie, eyebrow raised at him. "Too much already, Ed? The nights just started," He laid him back down, pulling Eddie's knees up and slotting between his legs. "So just lay out all pretty like that, and I'll treat you good, baby," Sammy leaned down, peppering his chest with kisses before he licked over a nipple before biting down ever so gently on it, looking up at the way Eddie let out a guttural moan, hand quickly covering his mouth.
He quickly moved over to doing the same to the other, kissing down his stomach, over his navel, to the elastic band of his briefs. Sammy sat back up, pulling Eddie's hand from his mouth, and he swore he almost lost it at how Eddie looked ever so debauched. His face was flushed a pretty color of red, eyes hooded more than they were, and lips raw from biting them. He looked so ethereal to him. Sammy rubbed his hands over Eddie's hips and thighs, letting his hand eventually slip to rub Eddie's cock through the fabric, grinning at the way he moaned while one hand moved to massaging his inner thigh and the other finally breached his pants band. He quickly wrapped his fist around Eddie's length and rubbed the wet tip with his thumb, spreading already leaking pre-cum.
"So perfect for me, my pretty baby. Gonna last long enough for me to fuck ya?" Sammy stroked Eddie thoroughly, leaning down and kissing his thigh while Eddie groaned out of stimulation.
"Mhh…" He barely murmured out a noise, his voice groggy with sheer lust. Sammy just laughed.
"I know, Ed, so good, isn't it? You're leaking, and I've barely gotten to the good part," Eddie whined at him, wordlessly begging him to do something. "I'll stop teasing. Leave it for another time." He released Eddie's length, finding him worked up well enough.
He scooted back on the sheets, grabbing the sides of Eddie's brief, before pulling them down Eddie's legs and tossing them off the bed. With that, Sammy followed suit with himself, tugging off pants and boxers at once. Sammy sat up once again, towering over Eddie. He looked up at Eddie's exhausted face, down his chest and stomach, right to his groin. He finally got back down, kissing the pink tip of his length before going down on him, taking him to the hilt quickly. Eddie gasped at the sudden heat, but just as quickly as it came, it was gone. Sammy dragged his tongue down, over the vein and taint, before he reached right where he wanted to be. Just by glimpsing up at Eddie, he could see his widened eyes, already coming to accept what was to come. With one last toothy smile, Sammy put his thighs over his shoulder and lapped at his hole with his tongue, causing Eddie to cry out.
"Sammy, jesus fuck, I can't-" He gasped between licks, tangling his fingers in the vocalists curls and lightly tugging. "Please, just fuck me already." Sammy pulled away, leaning off the bed and grabbing lube out of his discarded pants pockets, pulling himself back up and lubing up two fingers.
"So impatient, aren't you? You still need proper prep," And with his word, slipped a finger into him, the other quickly behind it. "You didn't even say please. You're so needy, but it's okay. I'm gonna satisfy those needs for ya," He curled his fingers inside of him, brushing his prostate ever so barely to make his back arch off the bed.
Sammy applied more lube to another finger, pushing another in past the two already there. He curled them up again and pressed, kissing his thigh while Eddie cried in pleasure. He pulled them out slowly, and slicked himself up with the lube still on his fingers and another squirt as he saw was most fit. Sure, they had fucked before, but Sammy was long and thick, perfect for opening someone up on, but always saw prep to be the safest option. After finishing preparing himself, he laid with Eddie, kissing him with short breaths, limbs entangling with each others. Sammy stroked himself with Eddie, drawing soft moans from the both of them, the friction almost unbearable despite the lube and pre-cum combined on both of their lengths. Eddie barely let Sammy pull back, just enough for him to line up with him.
"You good, baby? Sure you can take it?" He lightly pressed into Eddie, inciting a gasp.
"I've taken it before, I'll take it again. Stop waiting for the grass to grow, fuck me-" And with one solid push, Sammy was sliding home in Eddie, a curse escaping both of them.
It wasn't difficult or long before Sammy bottomed out, hitting all the good spots in Eddie. They fit almost perfectly together, like they were meant to be like this, destined in some sort of way. Eddie had already long ago buried his face into Sammy's neck, breath hot and shallow against the warm skin. His moans and whines were muted out from the way he was pressed up against him, but he was loud enough for Sammy to hear him just fine. At some point, Eddie got impatient, trying to rock his hips to pick up some speed and press against his spots. Sammy quickly stopped him, holding his hips tight, tight enough to leave marks as he pulled himself back from Eddie, sliding out slowly along the way. Once he had sat up, he glanced down to where Eddie and him were connected, groaning at the sight. He moved his hands down from his hips down to his thighs, squeezing them lightly as he pushed his way back in one solid thrust. The breath was knocked out of Eddie, and Sammy made a pace out of it fast. Long, yet hard enough to have Eddie crying for more.
"Sam, please, damnit," Eddie reached out to grab onto Sammy, but found no way of that happening, he was too far for him, so he made due with gripping onto the cheap sheets beneath them. He wrapped his legs around Sammy's waist, pulling him deeper.
Sammy groaned at the way Eddie's warmth pressed down on him, pulling him further and holding him in. With a lack of room to pull back and thrust in deep, he quickly made his pace short, yet so deliciously fast, knocking his tip against his prostate and then some. Eddie didn't have long if Sammy kept it up. He was falling apart far too fast, eyes heavy and face warm. He leaked onto his own stomach, and went to take himself in his hand, give his dick just some attention, but Sammy slapped his hand away, slamming in harder to get his attention elsewhere.
"It's not enough for you, is it?" He picked up the pace, having Eddie gasping for air in between thrusts. "You are just so needy. I'll take care of you, Eddie, just leave the work to me," Sammy moved his hands from his thighs to his waist, pulling himself to a halt, rocking his hips back and forth instead, keeping the pressure all in one spot.
"Please, Sammy, touch me. Let me fucking come already. It's too much," Eddie rocked his hips in time with him, trying to pick up speed with the limited mobility he had.
"Heh, if you're so sure," He moved his hand down, wrapping it around Eddie's cock, stroking it a few times, making Eddie cry out from the long needed stimulation. "You've done so good for me, babe, go ahead and cum," He started to slam into him again, strokes in time with his thrusts.
Eddie's back arched off the bed, moaning and gasping with each thrust, stroke, and movement that was made. He didn't last long, and shortly came in Sammy's hand, stray ropes painting his own stomach. From the way the thrusts became uneven and slowed, he knew Sammy was soon behind him. He felt those initial twitches as Sammy pushed deep in him, holding them there as he filled him up, hot and thick inside of him, leaving Eddie yelling from the feeling. Sammy pulled Eddie up from the bed, turning them on their sides and laid back down. He stroked Eddie's hair and face, kissing him wherever he could. His cock was softening in him, so he pulled out slowly with a groan, and pulled him closer, letting Eddie cuddle with him.
"All good, Eddie?"
"So good, Sam. I don't think I'm gonna be walking much on stage tomorrow," Sammy laughed at that last comment, pecking him on the lips before pulling back and sitting up.
"We need to clean ourselves up. You're a mess right now. How does a shower sound?" He ruffled Eddie's hair, motioning over to the bathroom door.
"Mh, a shower sounds good right now. A shower and then," Eddie sat up with him, looking at him, a soft look in his eyes. "Round two?"
Sammy considered it for a second, but his mind was already made up when the words came out of his mouth.
"Yes, shower and then round two."