Motionless In White Oneshots

Blowjobs ~ChrisxRicky~ (S)

The twink of the band let out a sigh, laying his book down. He had nothing to do, nothing to read besides the same book he's read twice already.

Ricky rolled to his side, catching a glimpse of his fuck buddy, fixated on the game he challenged Ryan to. Ricky let out another sigh, this time louder as he watched, admiring the taller boy. He was perfect, the way his shirt outlined his slim body, his perfect shaped lips that still showed evidence of piercings, how his eyes lit up when he took lead of the game. Ricky wanted him.

Climbing from his bunk, Ricky crawled over to Chris, kneeling in front of him as he worked on removing Chris' belt. "Anxiety?" Chris asked, his eyes not leaving the game.

"No," Ricky replied, undoing Chris' zip, trying to pull them down. "Got nothing to do. And you look so hot right now."

Chris nodded, lifting his hip, allowing Ricky to pull his jeans to his ankles. Surprisingly, Chris wasn't wearing any underwear, his length laying against his stomach as Ricky kissed all over his thick thighs.

Chris couldn't help but whimper, trying to focus on the game as Ricky mouthed at his most sensitive spot.

The twink smirked, wrapping his hand around Chris' hard cock, jerking him off at a slow pace, biting down on his inner thigh, earning as whorish moan.

"Fuck, Rick.." The singer whimpered, placing the controller to the side, his hand wrapping in the boys long black hair, pulling a little.

Ricky's hand sped up, licking over the bite mark he had just inflicted, smirking against Chris' skin when he felt his hair being pulled. Ricky looked up through thick lashes, only to be met by Chris staring down at him, biting his bottom lip.

"Want my mouth, baby?" Ricky asked, squeezing his hand around Chris' tip. The singer was in too much pleasure to answer, nodding as he pulled Ricky's head to his aching cock. The two could be in the middle of a battle field and even then Ricky would suck him

Ricky wasted no time taking Chris into his mouth, hallowing his cheeks as he felt his head being pushed down further. Normally Ricky would take control, but being the submissive whore he was, he had no problem obeying Chris, grabbing the taller boys hips.

Chris let out little whimpers as he worked Ricky's mouth as a speed he liked, gasping when he hit the back of his throat. When it came to blowjobs, Ricky was always the one Chris went to, he was an expert at it. Ricky swirled his tongue around the tip, moaning when he tasted pre-cum.

Ricky jerked Chris' thick cock, loving the loud moans he would receive as a reward. "B-baby..." Chris moaned, tangling his fingers in the smaller boys hair. "Close."

Hearing that, Ricky sped up, licking all that he could, wanting nothing more than to taste his singer. Ricky moved his hand up, blindly finding Chris' mouth, pushing two fingers in, whimpering at the wetness.

Chris was more than happy to suck the boys fingers, moaning around them as his grip on Ricky's hair tightened. He knew he was close.

It was obvious no one focused on the game as the only noise that could be herd was Chris moaning. Even with his mouth in action, Ricky wanted to remind everyone his status. Using his free hand, the twink dug his nails into Chris' thigh, leaving a mark, letting Ryan know who Chris belonged to.

This sudden motion caused Chris to scream out, though never once losing Ricky's finger, sucking on them as his body submitted to his guitarist completely. Chris couldn't help but moan, forcing Ricky's head down as he came down his throat, holding the boy still. Ricky smirked, gagging at the taste before taking back control, pulling off, trying to catch his breath.

"Sorry, baby..." Chris gasped, pulling Ricky up, guiding the boy to sit in his lap. "Just felt so good."

Ricky couldn't help but smile, cupping the singers face. "Don't be. Always happy to help."

Chris smirked, wiping his cum from Ricky's chin before pulling their lips together, moaning from the taste of cum on Ricky's tongue.

"Mine." Ricky mumbled against the taller boys lips, wrapping his arms around Chris' body, holding him close. "All mine."

Chris smiled, resting his head on the twink's shoulder, breathing heavy. "Yours."