Unforeseen Desires

Forbidden Rhythm

Christian Anthony's secret crush on his bandmate Mitchel Cave leads to a passionate encounter in their practice studio, changing their friendship forever.

It was a lazy Sunday in May when Christian Anthony, the blonde-haired heartthrob of Chase Atlantic, found himself at the practice studio with his bandmates Mitchel and Clinton Cave. Christian had always felt a certain attraction to Mitchel, something beyond their close friendship. There was just something about his dark hair and piercing eyes that drew Christian in. And on this particular day, he was about to discover that his feelings might be reciprocated after all.

As Christian walked into the studio, he saw Mitchel sitting on the couch, his eyes closed and his hand moving slowly up and down his length. Mitchel thought he was alone and let out a soft moan, his hand speeding up as he got closer to the edge. Christian's mouth went dry as he took in the sight. He should've made his presence known, but he couldn't bring himself to interrupt this intimate moment.

Mitchel's hand pumped his hardness, his pre-cum glistening in the light as his fist moved faster. Christian watched, his own cock twitching in his pants. He couldn't help but notice the size of Mitchel's member, thick and veiny, and the way Mitchel's breath hitched as he touched himself. It was clear that Mitchel was lost in his own world of pleasure, and Christian felt his crush intensify.

Finally, as Mitchel's breathing quickened and his moans became more urgent, Christian cleared his throat, unable to contain himself any longer. Startled, Mitchel's eyes snapped open, and he quickly tried to cover himself, his face flushed with embarrassment. "Christian, I-I didn't know you were there," he stammered, his voice hoarse from pleasure.

Christian smirked, his green eyes sparkling with desire. "I couldn't help but notice you were enjoying yourself," he said, his voice low and husky. "You looked so damn sexy, Mitch. Couldn't resist watching for a bit." Mitchel's eyes widened at Christian's forward behavior, but deep down, he was thrilled that Christian had seen him in such a vulnerable state.

"You can watch me anytime, Chris," Mitchel said, his voice steady now as he let his hand fall away from his cock. Christian's breath caught in his throat at the invitation in Mitchel's eyes. Without a word, he closed the distance between them, his heart pounding with anticipation.

Their lips met in a passionate kiss, Mitchel's taste and eagerness driving Christian wild. Mitchel's hands found their way to Christian's blonde locks, pulling him closer as their tongues danced together. Christian moaned into the kiss, his hands roaming Mitchel's body, feeling the definition of his muscles under his fingers.

Breaking the kiss, Christian trailed his lips down Mitchel's neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin, eliciting more moans from his bandmate. "Want you so bad, Mitch," Christian whispered, his hot breath sending shivers down Mitchel's spine. "Want to feel you inside me."

Mitchel's cock twitched at Christian's words, and he hoisted him onto his lap, their hardness pressing together through their pants. Grinding their erections together, they moved in sync, seeking friction and relief. "Fuck, Chris, you have no idea how long I've wanted this," Mitchel groaned, his hands squeezing Christian's ass.

Christian smiled against Mitchel's skin, feeling the same pent-up desire. "Take me, Mitch," he begged, needing to feel their connection taken to the next level. "Fuck me like you mean it." Mitchel couldn't deny Christian anything, especially not when he was begging so erotically.

He stood up, still holding Christian tightly, and walked them over to the nearby table, setting Christian down on its edge. "Get ready, baby," Mitchel warned, reaching into the nearby drawer for the lube they kept there for their various kinks.

Christian's eyes darkened with anticipation as he lifted his ass, ready for Mitchel's touch. Mitchel's fingers, slick with lube, traced the curve of Christian's entrance, teasing him before pushing a single digit inside. Christian gasped, his head falling back as Mitchel scissored his finger, stretching and preparing him.

"More, please," Christian whimpered, wanting to feel full. Mitchel obliged, adding a second finger, stretching Christian open as he sought that sweet spot inside. Christian's insides clenched around Mitchel's fingers as he found his prostate, making him cry out in pleasure.

"You like that, huh?" Mitchel teased, adding a third finger and scissoring him again. "You're so tight, Chris. Can't wait to feel my cock inside that gorgeous hole." Christian's breath came in short gasps as Mitchel's fingers worked him open, his own cock leaking onto his stomach.

"Hurry, Mitch, need you now," Christian demanded, his need overwhelming. Mitchel withdrew his fingers, making Christian whine at the loss, but the sensation was quickly replaced by the thick head of Mitchel's cock pushing against his entrance.

Mitchel pushed forward, filling Christian inch by inch, their groans mingling in the room. "So fucking tight," Mitchel grunted, holding Christian's hips as he sheathed himself fully inside. Christian's eyes rolled back, the stretch and burn exquisite as he adjusted to Mitchel's size.

Starting with slow, deep thrusts, Mitchel set a steady rhythm, his balls slapping against Christian's ass with each forward motion. Christian met his thrusts, pushing back onto Mitchel's cock, needing more and more of him. "Harder, Mitch, give it to me harder," Christian begged, his nails digging into the table.

Taking the instruction, Mitchel quickened his pace, slamming into Christian's body with force. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, along with their lewd moans and grunts. The table shook with the force of their passion as Mitchel pounded into Christian's willing hole.

"Cum for me, baby," Mitchel urged, reaching around to wrap his hand around Christian's throbbing cock. "Let go all over that pretty stomach." Christian's hips bucked as Mitchel stroked him in time with his thrusts, his orgasm building like a tidal wave.

"Fuck, Mitch, I'm close," Christian panted, his body tingling with pleasure. "Don't stop, please don't stop." Mitchel obliged, his own orgasm boiling over as he slammed into Christian's prostate again and again.

"Cum with me, Chris," Mitchel growled, his fingers tightening on Christian's shaft. "Let go, baby." That was all it took. Christian's vision went white as he came hard, ropes of cum splattering his stomach and chest. Feeling Christian's hole clench around him, Mitchel followed, burying his cock deep inside and filling Christian with his release.

Collapsing against each other, they rode out their orgasms, panting and sweaty. Mitchel gently pulled out, prompting a whimper from Christian, and they tumbled onto the couch, snuggling together as their hearts slowed. "That was incredible," Mitchel whispered, kissing Christian's sweaty brow.

Christian smiled, feeling a sense of contentment he'd never known. "I've wanted that for so long," he admitted, tracing patterns on Mitchel's chest. "Guess it was worth the wait." Mitchel tightened his arms around Christian, kissing him softly.

"It definitely was," he agreed, a satisfied smile on his face. "And now that we've crossed that line, there's no going back." Christian shivered at the implication, looking forward to exploring this new side of their relationship.

Little did they know, this was just the beginning of many steamy encounters, their friendship now forever changed by the power of their undeniable chemistry.