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Tally Hall is packed in the tour van on their way back to their hotel after a long, *long* show. Zubin is driving, Rob is in the passenger seat, Ross and Joe are in the middle row, and Andrew and Bora are in the very back row. Most of them (except Zubin) are either dozing off or already asleep since its almost midnight and theyre all tired from the show, the quiet but still audible radio music droning in the background along with the even quieter sound of the tires rolling against the pavement.
Andrew is positioned with his back against the door and his legs propped up, his laptop is propped against his legs and he has his headphones on listening to music while scrolling through Twitter or some other social media platform. Bora is sitting normally at the edge of Andrew's feet and leaning against the window.
Bora suddenly gets an idea, deciding to mess with his friend next to him. He looks to see if any of the other tallies are paying attention (although he wouldn't actually care if they were). After 2 seconds of making sure theyre all asleep or distracted, Bora looks over to Andrew and lightly taps his knee.
Andrew looks up from his laptop, moving his headphones from his ears to his neck, and makes eye contact with him. Bora waves at him and smirks, Andrew gently waves back with a confused smile then turns his gaze back to his laptop screen, putting his headphones back on as he does.
Bora thinks Andrew looks cute with the white light from the laptop screen shining on his face.
Boras hand lingers above Andrew's knee before resting on it. Andrew quickly glances up at him with a quirked eyebrow before looking back down. Bora lightly rubs his thumb on the side of Andrew's knee, his eyes fixated on that point. He slowly starts moving his hand down the back of Andrews knee and to the side of his thigh, making Andrew's breath hitch.
Bora is known to flirt with the Tallies a lot--even sleeping with them on occasion--and this time is no different. Bora is clearly implying something with his hand placement on Andrew's outer thigh, and he is very aware of this. Bora is, to put it lightly, kind of a slut. He often sleeps around and flirts with whatever man he happens to come across, which usually ends up being one of the band members.
The tallies are actually more than okay with this. They see it as a stress reliever and a way to get closer with their friend, and Bora sees it in the same way. It's a win-win for all, to be honest.
Andrew looks up and makes direct eye contact with Bora, who's eyes are dark with what Andrew can only assume is lust. A dark blush spreads across his freckled face as Bora smirks at him. His hand creeps lower down his thigh and almost to his ass, making Andrew let out a surprised gasp.
Boras hand halts movements as Andrew quietly closes his laptop and places it into his open bag on the floor, taking off his headphones and putting them with it. He looks back up at Bora expectedly, his dark brown eyes and flushed face conveying his neediness. But as soon as he does, the van shifts into the parking lot of the hotel. "Ok guys, we're here." Zubin announces to the band members who are groggily waking up from their uncomfortable positions in the van seats. Zubin parks the van and gets out to stretch, the others soon following his actions and doing the same.
Bora retracts his hand from Andrew's thigh as soon as the lights on the inside of the van turn on. He flashes a sly smirk towards the other man and opens the sliding door on the side of the van and hops out. Andrew let's his gaze linger on him for a bit too long as Bora stretches his back, but soon snapping out of it and following the others in exiting the van.
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Once the Tallies got to the hallway leading to their rooms, they all went their separate ways. Joe paired with Ross, Zubin with Rob, and luckily, Andrew with Bora.
As soon as Bora unlocked their room door, Andrew rushed past him and threw himself face first onto the bed closest to the door. Bora chuckled as he did so, locking the door back behind him and walking over to the side of the bed where Andrew laid. "Tired Andy?" He teased, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside Andrew's legs. "Yeah, a little.." Andrew mumbled into the duvet. After a few short moments of silence, he turned his head to face his curly haired friend. "What were you doing earlier? In the van. What was that about?" He asked, a small teasing smile playing on the corners of his lips. He knew exactly what it meant, and it has happened before, but he just wants to hear Bora say it.
Bora only hums in response, smirking down at Andrew who is still looking at him for an answer. His gaze flicks from Andrews face to the back of his thick thighs that are now fully exposed to him (albeit still covered by his slacks).
In this position, Andrew's thighs slightly strain against the fabric of his pants and Bora *loves* it. He raises his hand and places it right above the back of Andrews knee, slowly sliding his palm all the way up his thigh and resting right below his ass once again. Andrew let's out a shaky sigh at the contact.
"I just wanted to touch you, is that ok?" Bora asks, cocking his head to the side like a dog. Andrew nods quickly and spreads his legs just a bit wider, desperate for any sort of contact. Bora lightly taps the side of Andrew's leg, "Can you turn over for me, baby?" He says, voice almost at a whisper. Andrew complies, rolling over onto his back and propping himself up on his elbows. Bora crawls over onto the bed and sits down on Andrew's lap, his legs straddling either side of his hips. He roughly grinds his ass onto Andrews straining erection, earning a high whimper from the freckled man.
Bora smirks and grips at Andrew's tie, loosening it and then swiftly removing it from his neck and throwing it somewhere off to the side. He leans in and captures the man's lips in a passionate kiss, his hands moving to start undoing Andrew's shirt buttons.
After a while, both Andrew and Bora remain only in their boxers, their dicks straining against the fabric. Andrew's is already leaking copius amounts of precum, leaving a dark grey stain on the front. Bora swipes his tongue over Andrew's bottom lip, coaxing him to open his mouth which Andrew does eagerly, Boras tongue darting into Andrew's mouth and rubbing against the other man's tongue. Bora brings his hand up to roughly palm Andrew through the fabric of his boxers, causing him to let out a high-pitched whine into his mouth. Andrew involuntarily bucks his hips up into Boras palm and another moan escapes his lips.
Bora pulls back from the kiss just to appreciate how beautiful Andrew looked under him. "Please- haah.. just touch me already, Bo.." Andrew pleads, looking up at Bora with lust-darkened eyes and bruised saliva covered lips. Bora coos, "You've been so patient, such a good boy for me. I think you deserve it, don't you?" He smirks down at the ruined man. Andrew frantically nods his head and whines at the praise, bucking his hips up into Boras palm again.
Bora takes his hand off Andrew's clothed cock and hooks his thumb under the waistband of his boxers, pausing to wait for Andrew's always enthusiastic permission. Once he gets another frantic nod from him, he pulls the waistband fully down. Andrew's needy cock springs out of the confines of the fabric, lightly slapping against his happy trail and leaving a blotch of precum on his skin. "So beautiful.." Bora hums as he scoots down to lean between Andrew's legs.
Bora slides Andrew's boxers all the way off and throws them in the same direction he threw his tie. Still leaning between his legs, Bora presses a kiss on the inside of Andrew's thigh, earning a squeak-like whimper from him. "So sensitive, too." Bora mumbles against the soft skin, grazing his teeth against it. Andrew whimpers again and reaches for Boras curly hair. Since he's not really able to thread his fingers through it, he opts to simply grab a handful of his curls and lightly tug. Now it's Boras turn to let out a gasp and a whine at the tingly sensation the tug gives his scalp.
Andrew's cock twitches violently in response to hearing the noise he made, and Bora notices. "You like that?" He chuckles, running his right hand down Andrews inner thigh and resting right next to his cock. "Imagine the noises I'd make while bouncing that thick cock of yours." Bora leans in and presses a light kiss to the underside of Andrew's length.
Andrew throws his head back and whines loudly, his dick twitching again and lightly hitting the tip of Boras nose. "I-I- please suck me please please.. I wan- I want to feel your mouth, f-fuck.." Andrew whines obscenely, begging out of desperation from the very little contact hes recieving.
Bora chuckled and leaned forward, grabbing the base of Andrew's cock tightly and letting his breath ghost over the leaking red tip, causing Andrew to let out an involuntary loud whimper along with more frantic pleas. Then, Bora suddenly pressed his lips firmly onto his cock, his tongue darting out to give small kitten licks along the sensitive tip.
Andrew mewled and gripped Boras curls tighter. He groaned softly against Andrews cock, Boras body shivering with pleasure from the sensation in his scalp. His hand left Andrews ass to grip his hip, holding him steady as he continued his teasing assault. Andrew whined and attempted to buck his hips, but Boras iron grip prevented him from moving. "mmmph.. more p-please, Bora.." He whined. Bora pulled back from his cock for barely a second before taking him deeper into his mouth, sucking hard on the red tip, his tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh. Andrew practically squealed at the heat and pleasure that enveloped his cock, his back arching obscenely.
He subconsciously pushed Boras head down onto him further, forcing him to take more of his thick cock down his throat. Bora moaned around him, silently giving him permission to use his mouth. Andrew grips his fingers tighter in Boras hair as he roughly brings his mouth back down onto his cock, thrusting in and out of Boras throat. "F-fuck your mouth feels ssso good... so so so good.." Andrew moans, thrusting his hips up.
Bora moaned around his cock and hollowed his cheeks, his throat vibrating with the sound. Both of his hands moved to Andrews hips, holding him firmly as he took more of him, his eyes looking up at Andrew through his lashes before rolling back in pleasure from his fingers tightening in his curls.
Andrew loses what's left of the control he had and starts practically face-fucking Bora, his cockhead slamming against the back of his throat as he thrusts feverishly into his mouth. Boras mouth was surprisingly accommodating, even as he lightly gagged on his cock. He took every inch Andrew gave him, his tongue swirling around the head of his cock when Andrew would pull him back up for a split second before slamming him back down again.
"fff-fuck- 'm so close... a-ah shit-" Andrew warned. Bora tapped the sides of Andrew's hips, signaling him to stop his movement. Andrew whined as Bora slowly pulled his mouth off him and smirked. "Don't want you cumming before the good part, ok baby?" He says, cupping the side of Andrew's face and he quickly leaned into his soft touch and nodded.
"Now, do you want to prep me or do you want to watch me prep myself?" Bora asked finished taking off his boxers and leaned over the side of the bed to grab a small bottle of lube from his bag. "I want to prep you.." Andrew responds quietly as Bora hands him the lube with a smirk. "Ok then, I want you to tell me exactly what to do." Bora says, looking into Andrew's eyes expectantly. Andrew swallows his anxiety, "Get on your hands and knees.. please." He says, the last part quieter than the rest. Bora does what he's told, resting his head on his folded arms, making sure to put on a show for Andrew by arching his back whoreishly and spreading his legs. Andrew let's out a breathless whine, "Holy shit.." He whispers, caressing the side of Boras ass as he positions himself behind him.
Andrew popped open the cap on the bottle of lube, squeezing some of it out onto his index and middle finger and spreading it around. "Tell me if you want me to stop, ok Bo?" Andrew says, his voice soft like satin. Bora nods as he feels Andrew's finger press on his entrance and slowly slip in.
He took a deep breath as Andrew slowly pushed his finger inside him, feeling the tightness around his digit. "Fuck..." Bora groaned. He should be used to this feeling by now, but he swears it feels different every time. Andrew starts working his finger in and out of Boras hole, adding a second one after a bit. He scissors his fingers and curls them lightly, hitting Boras prostate dead on.
Bora's body arched into the bed, a moan escaping him. "Oh ffuck, Andy-" he panted, his voice shaky with pleasure. "More." He reached down, gripping the sheets tightly as Andrew continued to stretch and fill him. Andrew began picking up the pace of his thrusts, but not too fast since he was still afraid of hurting him in some way. Andrew strikes Boras prostate dead on once again, causing him to push back deeper onto Andrews fingers.
"Please, Andy.." Bora whimpered. "Put it in. I-I can take it." His words were breathless and desperate, his body covered in a sheen of sweat from the exertion. Andrew slowly pulled his fingers out of Boras hole and wiped them on the sheets before grabbing his own cock and slowly stroking it. "Wait-" Bora suddenly said, surprising Andrew but he lowered his hand from his dick. Bora turned around to face him, "Can I ride you?"
Andrew nodded quickly and layed down with his back slightly propped up by two pillows. Bora crawled over him again and sat up, hovering over Andrew's leaking cock. Andrew placed his hands on his hips for encouragement as Bora slowly sunk down.
Bora groaned low in his throat at the feeling of Andrew filling him to the hilt. Andrew threw his head back and whined beautifully. Bora was just so warm and tight, he could hardly control himself.
After a moment, Bora began slowly moving up and down, dragging out low whines and groans from both men. Andrew's nails dug into Boras hips like his life depended on it, trying as hard as he could to not give in and slam Bora down onto his cock and fuck him senseless.
Almost as if Bora could read his mind, he suddenly drops down hard, completely engulfing Andrew's cock in his ass. Andrew pries his left hand from Boras hip and slaps it over his own mouth, muffling a loud whoreish moan that escapes him.
"Oh f-fuck.." Bora moaned, his back arching and unintentionally taking Andrew deeper as he filled him. "Sso good-" He clenched around his cock, practically milking it he slowly started bouncing. "M-more.." he begged, his voice breaking.
Andrew lost control once again after hearing the slutty noises Bora makes. He roughly slammed Bora down onto his cock, forcing another high-pitched whoreish moan out of him and low groan from Andrew. Bora looked down at Andrew, his jaw slack with pleasure. "K-keep doing that- ffuck-" His whine getting cut off by another loud moan as Andrew slammed him back down again, and again, and again, building a rhythm with his feverish thrusts.
Bora's head snapped back, his back arching impossibly more as he cried out in pleasure. His hands clawed at Andrew's chest and his entire body shuddered as he felt himself being used like a fucktoy. "Yes- yesss fuck holy s-shit-" he whined high in his throat, his voice thick with need.
"Please-" Andrew panted, his eyes squeezed shut, not quite sure what he was asking for. "Please, B-Bora.." His right hand reached down to grasp Boras cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts as his other hand continued slamming him down.
Andrew hit *directly* on his prostate, sending him reeling back as he came without warning. He moaned loudly as streaks of cum painted Andrew's hand and chest as he rode out his orgasm.
But Andrew wasn't finished, and he wasn't stopping any time soon.
Andrew started thrusting back into him, deeper if possible. Bora let out a high-pitched whine at the over stimulation, "f-fuck keep going- holy shi-" He was cut off by another loud moan as Andrew hit his prostate dead on once again. Andrew began sputtering nonsense of praise mixed with moans and whines as he neared the edge, and so did Bora for the second time. Andrew wrapped his arms around Boras torso and pulled him in for a tight hug as he continued thrusting, sloppily kissing his neck as a silent apology for the over stimulation.
Andrew landed one last hard thrust before cumming hard inside Bora with a whine. Bora moaned with his jaw slack as he came for the second time, further expanding the mess between him and Andrew.
After a few moments of catching their breath, Andrew slowly pulled out of Bora and rolled him over to the side, getting up and walking to the bathroom to grab a warm wet rag to wash them both off with.
After they were both clean and had clean boxers on, Andrew covered them both under the duvet and they fell asleep cuddled together.