Jon munched on the carrot stick. "Like a babe to a bottle," he laughed.
"So what's next?"
"Next? Come on Dave, you should know by now. Next is his turn. Time for Sambora to show me if he can return the favor."
David chuckled and shook his head. "I dunno about you Jon when you initiate someone you do go step by step."
Jon shrugged and jumped down off the drum riser. "Yea well....it's not fair if Sambora's the only one not playing."
"When do you plan on approaching him?"
"Let's see," Jon munched more of his carrot stick. "He's had three days so I guess part two comes tonight."
"Has he said anything about the other night?"
Jon remained quiet as he sucked on the inside of his cheek for a bit.
"Jon?" David questioned.
"He's been avoiding me. I think he's embarrassed to admit how much he enjoyed it."
"What if he don't go for it tonight?"
"He will," Jon said smugly. "If he tries to back out I'll remind him he owes me."
He walked down off the stage. "I'm gonna go get me a beer. Tell the others to clear the fuck out ASAP after the gig tonight."
David hurried to walk next to the singer. "We don't get to watch?"
Jon gave him a look that clearly said you've gotta be kidding. "Not this time babe."
"So you get all the fun? Bongiovi that is so not fair!"
"Fuck you David. Don't be so damn jealous."
"So while you're off breaking Sambora in the rest of us can just go to hell?"
Jon rolled his eyes. He loved David, really he did. Hell, he loved all the guys; they were all fun. The bad thing about David was there were times when he complained just a little too much and it got on Jon's nerves. "Listen, just go play with someone else. You don't need me."
David let his hand trail across Jon's ass stopping to give a cheek a hearty squeeze. "Not as much fun if you're not there," he pouted.
Jon turned toward the keyboardist, ice blue eyes flashed angrily. "Not here you fool," he growled.
David turned and walked backwards. He grinned and winked at Jon, ignoring his sudden ill-temper. "Don't keep us waiting forever while you break in your new toy. We may forget what you like."
Jon chuckled and leaned closer. The angry light had gone out; replacing it was a wicked look David knew only too well. "No you won't," he said huskily, "but if you need a refresher course let me get a beer and I'll meet you in the dressing room."
Ten minutes later David walked into the dressing room and spied Jon leaning up against the tiled wall. The singer tipped his bottle of beer towards his keyboard player. "Wanna show me what you got?" He asked with a smirk.
David dropped to his knees before Jon. He unbuttoned Jon's jeans then slowly lowered the zipper. He reached in the singer's pants and pulled out his already hardened cock.
Jon leaned his head back against the wall and took another swig of beer as David ran his thumb across the tip of Jon's shaft smearing the pearly moisture sitting there.
"You gonna just keep drinking that beer?" David asked; not believing Jon could be so nonchalant.
"Uh huh," Jon smirked. As if to prove his point he tipped the bottle to his lips and took another drink.
"Damn it," David swore under his breath.
Jon chuckled. David's comment did not go unnoticed. "You gonna get on with this? I haven't got all day," the singer teased.
David ran his tongue up along the underside of Jon's rigid shaft. In one swift move he engulfed the whole thing. As unexpected as it was when Jon felt his cock bypass David's tonsils and enter his throat he swore and dropped the bottle of beer he held. Glass shattered, splattering the contents over the floor. Both men now smelled like beer due to the small amounts that had splashed up on them when the bottle broke. Jon laughed a little self-consciously. He'd been trying to act indifferent and when David swallowed him, he lost it.
"Sh...shit Dave, that's wild," Jon managed.
David didn't stop. He continued to give Jon's cock the same explosive treatment, eliciting moans from the singer who had appeared to not care one way or the other just a few minutes ago. His hands pushed Jon's jeans lower, baring the singer's ass and releasing his balls from the faded material worn soft from so many washings. He grasped Jon's balls in one hand, finger's gently kneading. The other hand clutched the singer's ass and held him close preventing him from backing away should he so desire. He worked his mouth up and down on Jon's fully expanded member. His tongue swirled over the tip every now and again as he almost allowed Jon to slip from his mouth. His teeth gently raked the sides as he let Jon glide back in, sheathing him once more in the heated moisture of his mouth.
Under David's expert handling Jon's knees began to feel weak. His breathing became erratic. He braced himself with his back against the wall. His hands clutched the keyboard player's shoulders; fingers digging into the flesh there. Liquid heat boiled in his balls as the fires of his orgasm began to grow. "S...s...stop," he growled from between clenched teeth.
David stopped his movements, still holding Jon inside his mouth. He looked up. His blue eyes silently questioning Jon's command.
"S...stand up," Jon told him.
As David got to his feet Jon grabbed the hair at the nape of his neck and pulled him close. He pierced the keyboard player's lips with his tongue, crushing his lips, grinding his groin into David's. Moaning at the feel of the rough denim on his heated skin. The frenzied movements of his tongue stopped, he pulled his head back. His hands held David's head still while his deep blue impassioned eyes bore into the taller man's lighter blue ones.
He could barely be heard when he whispered hoarsely, "Your jeans, drop them."
David swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. He stepped back as Jon released his head. One hand dropped to the button holding the waistband closed. His eyes never left Jon's face; thrilling at the unbridled lust he saw there. The tip of his tongue slightly peeked out from between the lips Jon had just finished ravishing. He thrust his hips forward as he slowly drew the zipper down, grinning when Jon groaned hungrily. Jon became impatient, first David was bemoaning the fact he wasn't going to get to play today and now he was doing this damn tease. He growled, moved away from the wall and gripped David's shoulders. Spinning him around he thrust his groin against the keyboardist's denim-covered ass. He reached around and dug into David's front pocket for the small tube he knew he'd find there. He pulled it out while his other hand yanked the jeans down past David's ass.
"Lean forward. Hands on the wall," Jon said huskily, giving David a gentle push in the right direction.
David smiled, complying with Jon's order. He moaned appreciatively as Jon slipped a lubed finger past his tight ring of anal muscle. He hadn't expected to get this and thrust backwards meeting Jon's hand as he moved in and out, fingers finding and stroking his prostate, building the fire inside.
"F... fuck m... me please," he begged.
Jon pulled his fingers out and seized David's hips as he slid his lubed member in. The keyboardist gritted his teeth as the thick rod filled him. His heavy come laden cock yearned for attention as Jon pumped in and out, his groin slapping against the taller man's heated ass. He knew better to ask, Jon did as he pleased, still David couldn't help himself.
"T...t...touch mmmmeee," he begged, panting, then grunting as Jon slammed into him from behind.
Jon reached around David. His hand closed around the keyboard player's hefty cock. He moved up and down, gradually building to meet the movements of his hips. "This what you want?' He asked.
David moaned loudly, filling the room with his guttural sounds. "Y...yes...s....s," he stammered now thrusting with Jon. He wanted to wait until the feeling was so that he could do nothing else but accept it and release the load that was waiting to erupt. He started to throb, sweat ran in rivulets down his chest leaving a wet spot on his t-shirt. Intense heat raged inside, the pulse was a dizzying tempo as they rocked harder, faster, building to an ultimate climax.
"Now," Jon growled throatily.
David nodded. His cock pulsated, thick spurts of come erupted just as he felt the warmth of Jon's load filling his ass. David dropped his head back towards Jon. "So fuckin' good," he breathed as the last few drops of come covered the singer's hand.
"Of course it was," Jon said as he pulled out. He pulled up his jeans and smacked David on the ass leaving behind the red image of his hand on the swell of David's left cheek. "Let's get cleaned before anyone comes in. We smell like a brewery."
"Among other things," David laughed as he straightened up, grabbed onto his jeans and ran after the singer into the shower.