Bill Finally Gets Some Part 2 - Whatever Happened to Steve and Stef?
by Sebastian and Vanessa

"Do you mind?!" Steve grumbled, pushing me back. "I'm not here as your jerking post, you know."

"Sorry," I mumbled, shifting myself back. "Its just there's not much room in here." I slapped Steve's arm. "Hell, you're moody tonight."

"I'm tired," he said, accidentally (on purpose?) elbowing me in the stomach as he moved.

"Well, I can't go back to my bed now, can I?!" I said, indicating to the low moans just the other side of the bus from us. "Really, Steve, I can't interrupt that, can I?"

"Then just move over!" he sighed.

"I'm over as far as I can go," I told him. I looked at him then, his dark eyes were sparkling slightly. Was it with anger at me or lust at the noises Brian was making? "You can lie on top of me if you like!"

Steve raised one eyebrow at me. "Sure, Stef, sure."

I fidgeted as Brian moaned again, feeling myself rise. "Sorry, I can't help it," I said before Steve commented.

He grunted and lay down heavily next to me. "Jesus! does he always make this much noise?"

"Always," I told him.

"I won't ask you how you know that!" The moody bastard grinned at that. "Jesus." He adjusted his cramped position, pressing himself tightly down by my side. "How long are they gonna be? I want my bed back to myself."

"They could be a while," I said, thinking back to the night I had screwed Brian in one of these bunks, remembering how he'd fucked me til I could hardly breathe. The memories didn't exactly help my arousal, especially teamed with the noise.

I breathed in quickly as I felt Steve's leg press up against mine. I froze, as if the movement might cause an earthquake. I looked across at him - he had his eyes closed and his hair spread across the pillow. I've never been a fan of long hair but Steve suddenly looked gorgeous. Maybe it was just that I was seriously turned on by the sound of Brian but I really wanted to fuck him right then.

Another loud groan - Bill's this time - cut through the momentary silence. I noticed Steve tense against me and I tried not to smile.

"/you make me so hot... I want you so bad.../ "

We could hear Brian clearly. I noticed Steve gulp.

"Jesus," he muttered again.

"You're doing a lot of praying tonight, Steven," I commented.

"Mmm." He wriggled next to me.

I allowed myself to glance down his body. He was only dressed in his boxers and an unmistakable bulge was beginning to appear. I bit my tongue rather than cracking a joke about it, not wanting to say anything that would ruin everything. Instead, I let my eyes wander back up Steve's body. He really was fucking gorgeous. There's nothing like playing the drums every night to keep you in shape.

"/Oh, God, Brian! Oh, yes!/"

It wasn't fair. Brian was getting some, Bill was getting some, and I *wanted* some, but the only available person was Steve... I dared to flick my eyes down, and my heart (and other organs) soared when I saw that it was having the same effect on Steve as it was on me.

Time seemed to stand still as I tried to decide what to do. Steve's body was pressed close against my side, and his thigh brushed ever so tantalizingly against my cock every time he took a breath. I wanted him, no two ways about it.

I heard Steve clear his throat. Suddenly he rolled over, turning his back to me.

"OK?" I asked him.

"Fine," he croaked.

I smiled, knowing that he was trying to hide his hard-on from me. But it was too late - I'd already seen it. I rolled over, leaning towards Steve so I could breathe against his ear. I ran my hand up into his hair, knowing it was something he liked. "Sure you're OK?" I asked with friendly concern.

"I'm just tired." He tensed under my hand.

I rested my head beside his on the pillow, concentrating slow breathing against his ear. I heard him gasp in a breath but I still didn't move.

Bill's gasps and groans could now be heard as clearly as Brian's. And he was begging. I myself hardened even more at the sound of that and I'm sure Steve did too by the way he tensed again.

"Sure you're OK?" I asked again.

"I would be if you stopped doing that!" he hissed, rolling back.

"What?" I said innocently.

"Breathing down my ear," he whispered.

I looked at his face, inches away from my own - his cheeks were slightly flushed, his dark eyes clouded with lust, pouting lips swollen. I pressed myself against his leg again, making sure this time that my leg made contact with his cock.

"Don't." Steve swallowed hard, closing his eyes.

I pursued, rubbing my thigh so very lightly against the hard bulge in his pants. "Why?"

He bit into his lip. "Stef... stop it... please..."

"Do you really want me to stop?" I whispered, licking my lips slowly for effect.

"Yes," Steve mumbled in a voice that didn't say yes at all.

"Really?" I moved my face just a tiny bit closer to his.

Brian's voice drifted in through the curtains. I don't think I'd ever heard him talking that dirty. He had certainly never done so with me. Steve's eyes widened as he heard what Brian was saying. I shifted my thigh once more to touch against his erection before I leaned in to lightly brush my lips against his. He was still for a moment -- and only a moment -- as his brain registered what was going on. Then he kissed me back. Slowly, tentatively... but he kissed me back. I shifted my leg once more against his groin and he gasped as he pulled his mouth away.

"Stef..."

"Yes?"

"I... I, err..."

I continued to very lightly rub myself against his body as he struggled to put words to his thoughts.

"I think... I think I don't want you to stop, maybe, after all."

The words came out in one mumbled rush, but they were the most delightful thing I could have hoped to hear. I ran my fingers through his hair before letting them drift down his shoulder and collarbone to circle his nipple. I pinched it lightly and Steve sucked in a sharp breath. I ran the pad of my thumb against the hard nub once more before letting it creep further down. Brian was moaning and whimpering across the way, and its vaguely forbidden sound was the most powerful drug I've ever felt. I dipped a finger into Steve's navel, gently caressing the sensitive skin of his stomach.

"Stef..." he whispered with a hiss, his breathing coming more rapidly. "Fuck, that feels good..."

I smiled as I circled for seconds more, then gazed deep into his eyes as I brought my hand down to the waist of his boxers, and then past...The palm of my hand came to rest over the solid bulge in his shorts, and I could feel the warmth radiating through the thin fabric.

Steve's soft moans were all the encouragement I needed as I began to very lightly stroke him. When he didn't pull away, I began to feel a little more confident. I gently kissed him as I pulled the small button of his boxers open and slid a finger in. I had barely begun to run it along the length of his hot velvety skin before he stiffened, turning his head away in embarrassment.

"Stef... I don't think I can do this."

I frowned but continued to caress him.

Steve caught my wrist firmly. "Stop it!"

I could tell by his eyes that he didn't really want me to stop but I did anyway, thinking it would be better if he gave into me rather than me force myself on him. I wasn't Brian!

We could hear Brian groaning and panting across the way. Steve's hand tightened around my wrist.

"Just give in, Steve," I urged him. "There's nothing wrong in it." I ran my hand up into his hair again. "Its OK," I whispered, "really it is."

He looked doubtful, glanced at the curtain, then back to me. "Really?" he asked for assurance.

Somehow, Steve's reluctance and doubt turned me on even more. "Its fine," I pulled my wrist from his grasp and started massaging between his legs again.

He moaned. "Oh! Stef!"

"Shh!" I hissed. "Just lie back and enjoy. And be quiet." I didn't want anyone to hear what we were doing. I didn't care, but knew Steve would.

He tipped his head back on the pillow, arching his neck as I moved my fingers around to rub behind his balls. I took this as encouragement and moved to kiss across his neck, gently, barely touching my lips to him, breathing hot air against his moist skin. He grabbed my hand and pushed it inside his pants.

"Not so shy now, huh?" I smiled.

"Mmmm...." he sighed. His eyes fluttered open, darkened with arousal. He was panting. He looked so... animal, yet nervous at the same time.

It was a beautiful combination of expressions. His hair was tousled around his face and I reached up with one hand to comb my fingers back through it, tucking it behind his ears. With my face only an inch away from his I had to kiss him again. This time he accepted it more confidently, allowing me to slip him some tongue. He sighed under the kiss and pushed his tongue back at mine, sliding his arms around me to pull me on top of him, tentatively slipping his hands under my t-shirt.

/"I want to watch you sucking my cock... "/ we heard Brian moan.

Steve pulled me tighter against him, pressing his crotch up against mine. I moaned into his mouth as quietly as I could, hoping that if my moaning had been heard it wouldn't be distinguished above Brian and Bill.

I was trapped in the most beautiful state of arousal - kissing Steve and listening to Brian being fucked. Both were so forbidden. Yet so delicious.

I ground my hips back against Steve's, delighting in the feel of his hard cock pressing against me. One of his hands had slid down from the small of my back to gently cup my ass, his fingers working their way in my back pocket. I pressed my mouth to his, my tongue lashing against his. I was so unbelievably turned on; it was the most exquisite torture. As wonderful as it felt to have Steve's hand down my back pocket, I had to get out of the prison that was my pants. I grudgingly pulled my hands from his body to quickly undo the button and fly of my jeans and start tugging them off my hips. Steve caught on and helped me pull them down. They got tangled around my knees, but I barely noticed for the bliss that was not having tight denim wrapped across my cock. Before I returned my hands to where they needed to be -- Steve's chest -- I pulled my t-shirt off and dropped it to the bed next to us. As I did, Steve wrapped his strong arms around me once more and pulled me close. I had to bite my lip to keep myself from gasping as my nipple grazed across the smattering of hair on his chest. Steve once more thrust his hips against mine, having finally let go of any reservations he might once have held. I moaned low in my throat as I felt his cock next to mine, separated by just two thin layers of fabric. It was so intense -- I could feel the heat radiating from his groin and searing my nerves raw. I rocked against him, letting myself moan as the ecstasy of feeling another man's cock against my own washed over me. I pulled my hips back so I could slip my hands under the waist of Steve's boxers. I very slowly began to pull them down, watching his face for any sign of uncertainty. There was none. I carefully stretched the waistband to get it over his hard cock, then coaxed them the rest of the way off his body. I ran my hands up his legs and across his inner thighs. I leaned in to place a gentle kiss on his luscious lips as I cupped his balls in one hand, running the other along his length. I rubbed my thumb against the seeping slit at the head, then brought it to my lips to taste. I sucked my thumb into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the pre-cum on the tip, demonstrating to Steve what I was going to do to him later then I kissed him deep, letting him taste himself on my lips. His hands were working at my pants, sliding them down my hips. I kicked them to the end of the bunk then pulled Steve against myself, letting our slicked erections rub against each other. His pre-cum seeped out and blended with mine, making a slippery surface for us to rub against each other.

"That feels weird," Steve whispered, but still thrust himself forward to try and capture more of the feeling.

I moaned as softly as I could as his hard cock brushed against mine, as his pubes tickled the head, as I felt myself getting wetter from his secretion as well as my own. Wrapping my arms around him I pulled him beneath me, running my hands over his sweat dampened skin. The smell of male arousal hit my nostrils and I lowered my head to nuzzle his neck, not thinking twice as I sucked a mark just below his ear. I stroked my tongue around his ear, extending it quickly into the cavity before withdrawing and concentrating on his chest. Making sure I kept my thigh positioned between Steve's legs I began to suck at his nipples, drawing each one to a hard point. He moaned loud and I had to raise my hand to his face to let him bite at one of my fingers to keep him quiet. He sucked down on my middle finger, simulating fellatio.

Brian's high-pitched keening cut through our blissful silence. Spurred on by the sound of it (and the mental images it was creating) I allowed my teeth to scrape across Steve's left nipple and I bit down gently and sucked until I made a mark there as well.

"Marking your territory?" Steve whispered breathlessly.

I just smiled at him and ran my hand very lightly up his thigh and across his groin to his stomach, only just missing his cock on the way up. He tried to jerk himself into my hand but it was a move I was wise to and I avoided it. He gave a sigh half way between lust and frustration.

His hands kneaded my shoulders as I stroked across his belly, running my finger through a trail of pre-cum, lowering my head down quickly to taste it. Steve bucked off the mattress as I dipped my tongue into his bellybutton and he gripped the sheets to steady himself. He pulled me up towards him and kissed me.

"Let me do something for you," he panted. "I want to turn you on like you're doing to me."

I nodded, my breath quickening in anticipation of what was to come. He kissed me again, briefly, before rolling so we lay on our sides, my back against the wall. I watched as he brought his hand up to his mouth and ever so slowly sucked his index finger into his mouth. He then looked straight into my eyes as he licked the palm of his hand and ran his fingers down my chest, pausing to pinch my nipples on his way by. I exhaled loudly as his fingers dipped into my navel, and my breath almost caught in my throat as I felt his hand running through my pubes. A moment later I felt his fingers forming a circle around the base of my cock. It slid up towards the head, slipping easily along the pre-cum slicked skin. He closed his hand around me as it slid back down, and his warm, soft grip was the closest to heaven I'd ever felt. It slid back up, back down... the gentle friction sent shivers through my body. I brought my hand up to run along Steve's shoulder, caressing his hot, sweaty skin, to run along his collarbone and up his throat to trace his jaw. Those beautiful, familiar lines and curves that I had been lusting after deep inside for God knows how long.

"How am I doing?" he smiled slowly at me.

"Pretty damn good for a supposedly straight guy!" I said.

He was doing *more* than pretty damn good. I extended my tongue to him again and he kissed me, sliding his wet hand back up my chest.

Brian by this time was crying out uncontrollably, almost yelping.

"He's coming," Steve whispered, closing his eyes and lying back just to bask in the sound of it.

I lay next to him and did the same, wondering exactly how many people on the bus were turning themselves on to the sound of it. I'd almost forgotten how noisy Brian was. Almost. But I didn't want him tonight. I'd got what I wanted. I heard Steve gasp as I nudged his cock with my leg, heard his breath grow more strained as Brian's cries peeled through the air.

/"I want to feel you come!"/ We heard Brian moan. / "I want to feel you shooting your hot cum inside me..."/

Steve moaned and so did I. I reached to him, pulling him hard against me and squeezing him to my body. I could feel his heart hammering in an unsteady rhythm against my chest. Or was it my own heart? I sucked hungrily at his lips, sinking my hands into his hair, tugging gently. His hands roamed over my back and down to my ass. Brian's cries turned to squeals and we could hear Bill moaning low in his throat.

"I wish I could see," Steve murmured as I kissed him.

"I'm not complaining about what I can see," I whispered, looking into Steve's chocolate eyes. "I'm not complaining at all." I nudged his cock again, smiling as he bit into his bottom lip.

"Jesus, Stef," he sighed, "what the hell are you doing to me?"

I grabbed his ass. "I haven't even started!"

Steve took his hands all over my body, mapping out unknown territory with his fingers. He pushed himself against me as Brian's last screams diminished to whimpering before it all went quiet. We both froze, listening to the thudding sound of our hearts. I could hear Steve panting. He glanced at me with half closed eyes. "I guess we have to be really quiet now," he said.

"Yeah," I agreed. I pressed my lips to his to muffle any noises we might make.

Even as he was exploring my body I was exploring his, trying to touch every square inch of his flesh. My hand roamed down past his stomach again, and my fingertips drew lazy circles between his navel and the head of his cock.

"Touch me," he moaned into my mouth.

Happy to oblige, I ran a finger along the underside towards the head, stopping to lavish attention whereever I found a spot that got an extra reaction.

"Fuck, Stef," he whispered. I could hear the strain of trying to keep quiet in the face of wanting to scream his pleasure. "I'm gonna cum."

"Well then, allow me," I whispered back as I detached my lips from his. Manoeuvering as best I could in the cramped bunk, I began to kiss my way down Steve's body. I could have paid more attention to his upper body, but I think we both wanted me to get my mouth down to his groin as quickly as possible. I ran my tongue along the line of hair down his stomach until I felt his cock brush against my chin. I tipped my head downward, but instead of taking it between my lips I simply ran my gaze across it. I smiled; the feeling of my warm breath against his skin was making him twitch in a most delicious way. As I extended my tongue, I looked up at Steve. He was gazing down at me with heavy eyes, and I could see a flush rise in his cheeks as he realized I was about to take him in my mouth. I ever-so- slowly touched my tongue to the tip of his cock, tasting the fresh leak of precum. He bit his lip and clutched the blankets, but made no noise. I circled the ridge of the head with my tongue, gazing up at him the entire time. Even as I closed my lips around him and slid halfway down, he let out merely the softest of whimpers. I started to lightly caress his soft skin with my tongue as one of my hands snaked under his leg to touch the area behind his balls. I felt him twitch again, and I knew he was going to cum very soon. I let his cock slip from my mouth and he whimpered.

"Do you want to cum, Steve?" It was barely a whisper.

"God yes, Stefan. More than anything. Please..."

I sat up, straddling his body with our cocks barely brushing, looking into his eyes. "Okay, Steve, I'll make you cum... but only after you make me cum."

I was expecting him to protest, so I was surprised when he lunged for my cock and started stroking it. Stroking soon turned to tugging, and it didn't take long for him to be pumping me all-out. I was biting my lip hard to keep from screaming, and I could feel the faint tang of blood flood my mouth. The familiar feeling of impending orgasm washed over me. I clenched my jaw as my cock twitched, and I grabbed Steve's hips to steady myself as I felt the first rush of ecstacy. He tightened his hand around me, and the touch of pain amidst all the pleasure was enough to set me off completely. I gasped as the first streams of cum burst from my cock to land across Steve's chest and shoulders. I had to hold my breath to stop myself screaming out loud as he pumped every last drop of cum from me. I collapsed at his side shaking and gasping like i'd just run a marathon.

"Stef..." he groaned, reminding me of his situation.

Taking a second to catch my breath i clambered down the bunk to kneel between his legs. He sat up against the pillows to allow me a little more space. Leaning my weight on my elbows and holding on to Steve's hips for support, I took him all the way down, deep-throating him. He shuddered, gasping in a shaky breath, reaching down to grasp my hand. I linked my fingers through his, closing my eyes as I sucked him up and down, stroking the underside of his cock with my tongue. Still I worked him slowly and he writhed on the mattress. I looked up to him, a look of frustration and enrapture was on his face, his hair was messed up, his eyes were closed. I pressed my tongue up against the underside of his knob and felt his reaction all around me. He stifled a moan as I ran my tongue slowly over the very tip of his cock licking away the leaking fluid. I winced as he nearly crushed my fingers in his. I ran my free hand up Steve's chest. With my fingers slicked with my own cum I slipped my hand behind his balls again, after pulling his knees up at either side of me. I gently massaged around his opening.

"Are you gonna relax and let me in?" I asked him.

He groaned as I moved my mouth from his cock. "Mmm........ go for it...." he gasped.

I worked my middle finger all the way into him, never taking my eyes off his face. His eyes rolled back and he bit into his lip. I pulled out slowly and entered with another finger. I gave him a second to get used to the feeling before I began to push further into him. He took it willingly, opening his legs and raising his hips off the bed to offer me some more room. I licked his length slowly again then began to slowly move my fingers. His gasping breaths grew harder as my fingers worked faster and deeper in and out of him, building up to a the final few strokes that would send him over.

Steve bucked on the mattress, with his face contorted with pleasure. Sweat was running down his face and he looked so gorgeous and smutty, like I'd never imagined him to look. He writhed, letting go of a strangled moan as I hooked my one finger slightly to touch against his prostate. As i pushed in deeper, rubbing my knuckle against the sensitive area, Steve bucked his hips up nearly throwing me over but it was beyond his control now. A small earthquake was spreading through his body with my fingers at the epicentre. I rammed my fingers harder and harder into him until he came, shooting over his stomach. He fell back against the pillows, his chest heaving. I clambered up beside him and lowered my head to his torso to lick him as clean as I could.

"Ok?" I kissed his parted lips gently.

He nodded weakly, pulling me down beside him. We just about managed to pull the covers over ourselves before we both fell asleep exhausted.

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NEXT MORNING�.

Steve, Brian and Bill sat mostly in silence in the bus's lounge. Steve was too hot in his high-necked sweater, but he was damned if he was going to give Brian an opportunity to tease him about something as unexplainable as the lovebite Stefan had left. Brian, on the other hand, was practically flaunting his. Brian was radiating his I- just-got-fucked glow, something they were all more than familiar with. At least he was in a good mood, which was considerably better than the hungover Brian they were usually presented with every morning while on tour.

Bill seemed to be having difficulty tearing his gaze off the floor. He looked relatively content, but he couldn't even look at Brian without blushing. Steve of course knew what had happened, but Brian and Bill weren't aware of that fact.

Steve smiled to himself at the thought of the previous night's events. He smiled even more widely as Stef stepped into the lounge.

"Mornin' guys!" He sauntered over to Brian and enfolded him in a hug.

"Well, morning to you too Steffy," Brian replied.

Stefan smiled before tipping his head down to give Brian a soft kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, luv," he whispered in Brian's ear.

"What for?" Brian sounded confused.

Stef winked at Steve, who blushed. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."