Title: Head on the door
Author: Ligeia
Fandom: The Cure
Pairing: Robert/Simon
Rating: NC-17
Category: PWP
Summary: Written for the latest Non-Contest-Contest at Smoking Poetry: one week to write some short PWP. Well, this is short and definitely PWP.
The following story is a mere work of F I C T I O N, meaning it is 100% made up. None of the situations described here ever happened, and even if they did, I have no way of knowing. This is not about spreading rumours or, worse, libel. The people portrayed in this story are real, but I am NOT claiming they did what I wrote. I use their "public personas" and build stories around them as if they were fictional characters.
"You're gorgeous, Robert" the familiar voice says and the singer looks up at the reflected image of Simon, smiling as he finishes to put his make up on. "I bet thousands of women have told you that."
"Yeah. And some men too..." Robert adds, grinning at his bandmate in the mirror. He spins round in his chair and leans an elbow on the table, head tilted to one side and resting against his knuckles as he stares silently at him.
"What are you thinking of?" the bassist asks, getting only a smirk in reply.
"Take a guess" Robert answers getting up and approaches him, reaching out to run his index finger slowly down the centre of his friend's chest. "Mmmh...Such a pity I've already put my lipstick on..." he murmurs and licks his lips, chuckling as he sees Simon's eyes widen at the sight.
"That's one of the reasons why I stopped wearing make up, you know..." Simon whispers and leans in to nuzzle Robert's neck, lips barely touching his skin. The singer smiles and embraces his friend, hands trailing slowly over his back and a low hiss escapes his mouth as Simon's teeth sink into his flesh. The hiss turns into a gasp as Robert finds himself pressed against the door, the bassist's hand moving down to his crotch.
"Mmh...Simon" he whimpers "we can't...I haven't even locked--"
"So much the better" Simon purrs, his dark eyes shining evilly as he kneels down in front of him "It's been a while since we last did it in a dressing room."
Robert can only moan as the bassist unzips him and slowly slides his trousers down, planting wet kisses on his thigh as he does so. The risk of being caught by the others does nothing to diminish his arousal, the mere thought of someone entering the room excites him even more.
"Si...please" he begs as Simon's lips wander over his belly, long fingers teasing him through the boxers he's still wearing. He shuts his eyes and tilts his head back against the wooden door as his bandmate finally pulls his underwear down and slowly licks the length of his aching cock, taking his time before his hand closes around him, tongue flicking lewdly over the head.
Suddenly they hear a voice from outside "Robert, are you ready? We need to go."
"Don't worry, Teddy" Simon replies, his firm strokes causing Robert to nearly gasp out loud "he's coming in a sec" and chuckles evilly as he goes down on him, sucking hard as the singer's hands thread themselves into his hair.
"OK, then. We're waiting for you."
No sooner does he hear the guitarist step away than Robert is groaning aloud, thrusting deeply into his friend's mouth and panting harshly as he reaches release. Once the singer is relaxed again Simon gets up and kisses him, the tip of his tongue playing with his bandmate's scarlet lips, and he grins at him as he finally opens his eyes.
Robert smiles in return and quickly gets dressed, checking the mirror one last time before he turns to Simon, giving him a mock glare as he goes to the door "You smudged my lipstick."
"Oh I'm *so* sorry, Robin" the bassist replies in an affected concerned tone, lifting his hand to touch his chest and bowing his head just in time to hide a grin "How could I ever make it up to you?"
Robert watches him out of the corner of his eye "I've got a few ideas..." he mutters before getting out, smiling as he walks away.
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April 2001