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Painfully finishing the show, Zack, using Tom as a support to not put any pressure on his ankle, thanked the crowd for sticking with him.
Carefully placing Zack on his bed in the tour bus, the members crowd around him. “Do you think it will heal in time for the next show?” Asked Tim, “Yeah, yeah i'm sure, just don’t gotta put pressure on it, and some ice packs.” Zack answered, gracefully receiving the ice pack Tom brought.
“Alright, just try to heal quickly, don’t want to disappoint the fans, would sucks to cancel the tour y’know?” Brad exclaimed, leaving the frontman room, “you’ll be okay” Tim then left the room as well with Brad, heading back into theirs, leaving the guitarist and vocalist alone.
“Hey, before you leave, could you take off my pants? I hate sleeping in these” Zack asked rubbing the back of his neck. “Sure man” Tom got up as Zack carefully got up, reaching out for Tom so as not to put pressure on his leg. But Tom not noticing in time and settling down his weight to be used for another, Zack pulled him down with him.
Tom falls on top of Zack, a whimper escaping past Zack lips. “Oh shit, are you okay?” Tom voice worries for the injured man. “Yeah, yeah just a little sting that's all”
Realizing the position, they’re in, Tom quickly gets up from the other man, “so are you going to help or not?” Zack's eyes gestured to his pants. “Of course, just let me know when you're about to get up okay?” Chuckling as he helps Zack up, the long hair man slinging his arm around the shoulder of the other. ‘No wait here, use my shoulders, I’ll need to get down and unbutton your pants” Tom said slowly crouching down as Zack hands found their way on Tom shoulders.
Carefully unbuttoning Zack pants and sliding them down showing his caramel skin. Zack lets out a sigh of relief, feeling the cool breeze hit his legs. “That already feels much better”
Tom slowly gets up from his position, he guides Zack back on to the bed, letting him down with a whimper. “Sorry, almost done” Tom gets back down on his knees as he begins to tug his pants off his ankle. Finally wrestling the right pant leg off, Zack can finally be at ease knowing his once caged legs are finally free.
“Thanks a lot man, I feel much better” Tom felt a rush of pride knowing he helped his bandmate feel better. “Anytime, just let me know if you need anything else”
“Yeah, um come here” Tom, curious to see what Zack had to say leaned over him. A sudden change in pace as Zack grabs his collar shirt, his fist curls up into a ball. Zack lips placed upon Tom’s.
Tom, shocked but yet not surprised by Zack's sudden movements, kisses Zack back. Trying to deepen the kiss, Zack opens his mouth, his tongue licking Tom’s bottom lip. Tom chuckles as he opens his mouth inviting Zack in. Fighting for dominance, Zack easily gives up, falling into submission, as Tom tongue begins to explore the other mouth. Soft whimpers and groans can be heard from the men. Slowly pulling apart from one another, saliva only connects both of them. “Are you sure?” Tom questions the man. “Yeah, give it to me”
“But, your leg?” Zack cheeks warms up from Tom’s compassion. “It be fine, just don’t put pressure on it” Zack then grabs Tom once again by his collar. Pulling him down on top of him, deepening the kiss. Tom, being careful to not touch or accidentally put his body weight on Zack's ankle he obliges and begins to place kisses on Zack's face. Zack turns his head sideways, as Tom begins to sink his teeth into Zack's neck, leaving little purple and red bruises on its trail up to Zack earlobe.
“Nngh~ don’t play with me, just fuck me already” Zack moans out “can we just take our time? You're injured here” Zack rolls his eyes, but quickly shuts them as Tom finds his soft spot on his neck. Leaving Zack to cry out a moan, “plus it looks like you’re enjoying it” a hint of smugness can be heard in Tom's voice.
Tom’s hand finds its way to Zack's shirt, pushing it up to reach his chest. Tom’s fingers softly twisting Zack's nipple between his fingers, causing Zack to whimper. Zack's eagerness gets the better of him as he tries to undo the button on Tom’s pants. Chuckling, Tom allows Zack to undo his button, once popped off he gets up and takes them off, “where's the lube?” Tom asks as he walks over to the nightstand, “second drawer” Zack replies.
After retrieving the small bottle of lube, Tom gets back onto the bed, pulling down Zack’s boxers and throwing them to the side, he carefully separates Zack’s legs and gets between them. Opening up the bottle, Tom squeezes a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, warming it up.
“Alright, let me know if it hurts or anything” Tom says as he inserts one finger into Zack’s hole. Stifling his moan by placing his hand over his mouth, Zack's body shudders. Tom takes that as a sign to pull his finger out and insert it back again, each time thrusting it faster.
Zack moaning just got louder and louder, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. Tom pulls his finger out and inserted another, making sure Zack is stretched out for his cock.
After a few more thrusting and Zack whimpers and moans fills up the room, Tom exits Zack hole and begins to coat lube onto his erected cock. Tom lines up his hard cock at the entrance of Zack hole. “Are you ready?” Tom asked, Zack only nodded as he gripped the pillows above him.
Tom slowly enters Zack, not wanting to hurt him, he begins to move his hips. “I’m not going to break; you can go faster” Zack cries out. “Just don’t want to hurt you” Zack appreciates the gesture, but he again grabs Tom by his shirt pulling him into a kiss, “harder now.”
Tom chuckles against Zack’s lips, pulling out of Zack, only to slam back into him. A loud cry comes out of Zack, “that's more like it” Zack whimpers out. Setting the bar, Tom only begins to meet it. Each time slamming his hips harder into Zack, skin slapping against each other can be heard from the room. Saliva begins to drip from the vocalist's mouth as the only use for it now is for cries, whimpers and moans.
“More, please” Zack begged, his body rocking back and forth from the hard movements Tom is creating. Getting lost within each other, Zack feels the rope in his stomach begin to tighten. Zack, trying to hide his face from the immense pleasure he was feeling, was stopped by Tom's hands. Grabbing a hold of Zack's wrist, he pins them above the vocalist, “I want to see you cum because of me” Tom groans out.
Tom dives down on Zack, capturing their lips together in a hungry kiss. Rocking their hips together, Zack feels that rope in his stomach beginning to snap. “Ngh! I’m coming” Zack cries out the last time as he releases, spilling all over his favorite shirt. Tom captures Zack lips into a kiss again, releasing his own spill into Zack.
Coming down from the high, ragged breathing fills up the room. Feeling the uncomfortable pressure of his soft cock, Toms pulls out, only to be followed by his own semen oozing out the vocalist.
“You okay?” Tom asked the out of breath man, “I'm great, just bring a towel” Zack asked the worried man. Tom gets up, only to come back with a rag, as he begins to clean up his mess and his cum oozing out the man.
Throwing the rag somewhere in the room, he stays by the injured man, waiting for a response. “Thanks for taking care of me” Zack says as he turns to his side to face Tom.
“It’s no worries, anything for you dear” Zack lips breaks into a smile, as his cheeks fills with a light pink color. “Want to cuddle?” Zack asked the other man, “You know it”
Tom gets into bed with Zack, placing his arm around the other man's waist, his head on top of the other, holding the injured man tight like he was going to slip away. The sound of Zack soft snores lulls Tom into sleep as well.