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You sat in your van, knees pulled to your chest as you listened to whatever cassette was still playable. The van smelt of beer and tobacco and sweat, but it felt so comforting. You were barely 20 years old and were touring the world with your small town punk band.
Except that wasn’t the best part. The best part was that you were touring with the great Scream, who had the great drummer Dave Grohl. And the even better part was that you were fucking said great drummer.
You and Dave weren’t yet old enough to be hanging about most of the bars and clubs that your bands played at. You weren’t yet 21 and these places were sticklers for the rules. So you two often ended up in the van together, hanging out.
Initially it had started off with just smoking, maybe telling a couple stories, sharing the odd stolen beer or blunt. But feelings had started to rise up, and before you knew it, Dave would be pounding into you whilst all the other band members were performing and hanging out in the bar.
You were anxious for Dave to come out and join you in the van. The two of you hadn’t had any alone time in a few days and you were getting antsy. You were starting to want to spend more and more time with Dave. It wasn’t just about sex anymore—he was funny and sweet and loud. He made you feel so alive.
Finally, Dave knocked on the van doors. You leapt up, crawling across the mattress to open the doors hastily. You beamed up at Dave. His poorly bleached hair was tucked behind his ears, and he was wearing a sweat soaked shirt and loose baggy pants.
“Let me in!” He exclaimed, smile on his face. “It’s goddamn cold out here.” You laughed, mumbling a sorry and falling back so Dave could hop inside. You shut the doors again, blocking off all that cold air.
You grabbed at Dave, shuffling against him. “I was waiting for you,” you murmured, kissing at his neck. Dave laughed, holding onto your arm. The two of you settled into the corner of the van, settled in the abundance of blankets and pillows.
“Gosh, you’re more eager than usual.” Dave teased, hands slipping gently underneath your shirt. You shrugged, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “We’ve not done it in a while. And I guess-..I don’t know. I like being with you.”
Dave smirked against your skin, sucking at your neck. “Do you like me or just my dick?” He murmured, pulling you up against him. You were propped back against the wall, your legs thrown over Dave’s.
“Your dick, duh,” you joked, giggling away as he licked at your collarbones. “What, you think I’m doing this because I like your personality?”
Dave growled playfully, tugging you against him suddenly and biting down on you. You yelped, but it quickly dissolved into more giggles. Dave rubbed gently on your lower back. “Hush,” he whispered, dragging his teeth down your skin. “Don’t want people finding out.”
You nodded, one of your hands starting to curl round his sun dipped hair. You whined gently as Dave squeezed you. He was being more gentle than usual and you couldn’t help but swoon.
Dave’s hands quickly made their way down to your shorts, unlatching them and tugging the zipper down. “Gotta be fast,” he murmured. “The guys are coming straight back to the van after the show. We’re moving to the next town tonight.”
You nodded along, worming your way out the shorts. Dave pushed you back against the van walls whilst he undid his own trousers and slid them off so he was just in his shirt and boxers.
Immediately the two of you latched back together, hands wandering, mouths pressed together in heated passion. You tugged at Dave’s hair, earning a moan from him. You loved to hear him make noise, especially when you were the one to get him to make those noises.
Dave tugged you onto his lap, splaying your legs around his hips. He palmed at your crotch, squeezing at the growing boner. “Always so eager for me. You’re a good boy.” You whined, letting your head fall between his shoulder and neck. You suckled at the skin, nibbling on it. You couldn’t leave a mark though. That would raise too many questions as to how he got it, and the other guys did not need to know.
“We don’t have time to fuck,” he huffed, breathing loudly. “You wanna frot instead?” You moaned, biting your lip and shuffling ever closer to Dave. “Shit, do you even have to ask?”
The two of you slipped out your boxers as quickly as possible. Dave spat on his hand, letting the saliva dribble down his palm and finger tips. He slicked up his own cock then started to slick up yours as well.
“We should invest in some Vaseline,” you murmured jokingly, trying not to completely crumble at the feel of Dave’s hand round your cock. Dave grinned, nodding his head. “Not a bad idea.”
He started to pump his hand up and down, squeezing your hard cocks together. You moaned, huffing and sinking into Dave’s lips. You kissed him needily, fingers gripping his shirt. Dave kissed you back, jutting his hips up and down.
The two of you ground and rolled, rocking back and forth. It felt so good. Your brain was getting foggy with pleasure and the van was silent except for the two of you whimpering and panting. Dave’s hand sped up, rolling up and down and up and down.
“Goddamn,” you muttered, leaning closer to Dave. “I wanna do this with you all day every day.” You could hardly get the words out between your moans and panting. You just hoped the two of you would have time to finish and get dressed before the others finished their sets.
Eventually, after a good few minutes of rolling and rutting and sloppy kisses, saliva shined lips and red patches on the collar bones, you were close.
You gasped, feeling Dave’s hand clench around your cock head, pumping up and down in an attempt to get you to finish faster.
“Fuck, shit, shit, Dave I’m close.” You kept murmuring away, rocking your member into Dave’s sticky fist. The smell, the sound, the feeling, it was all too much. You cried out sharply, busting all over Dave’s hands. The cum dribbled down his fist and he grinned cruelly at you, stroking you through your orgasm till you finished and collapsed back on the wall.
Dave jerked himself off with his cum covered hand and shot across his and your legs. He groaned gruffly, pumping into his hand slowly. He fell against you as well, burying his face in your neck.
You hugged him, fingers curling round his grubby tangled locks. You held him close, inhaling deeply. He smelt of cigarettes and weed and booze. You loved him. You loved him, more than ever. But you bit your lip and kept your mouth shut. You knew Dave in no way wanted a relationship with a man. That was okay. You just needed to make sure he didn’t get into any relationships with women either.
Eventually Dave pushed off you, giving you one last peck. He reached across and grabbed a sock that was lying about, wiping the cum off himself and you and chucking it into the corner.
He smiled at you and you smiled back, wiggling back into your boxers and shorts. “Mmm..that was nice. Thanks. Really takes a load off.” You chuckled. You meant it both ways—a load out your dick and a load of stress off.
Dave laughed sarcastically, standing up as best he could and pulling on his trousers, zipping them up. He had cleaned things up as best he could, and he just hoped nobody would be able to smell it. For good measure he scooshed some deodorant, waving it about to try cover up any smells of cum and sweat.
Dave sat down next to you, fiddling with a cigarette packet. “You want to smoke?” He asked. You stared at his eyes, those beautiful brown, and shrugged. You felt heavy hearted. This was the part of the night you hated, where you and Dave were back to being good casual buddies and you had to leave him for the night. Sometimes you wished you could cuddle, but you knew that was far more gay that Dave would care to indulge in.
The two of you sat with the van doors open, swinging your legs and passing a cigarette back and forth. You blew smoke out your nose, watching as people started to leak out the building.
“I’m grateful I get to play music,” you said softly. “I’m glad we are living in such an era.”
Dave nodded, stretching and cracking his back. “You’re telling me. At least you’re smart. You could get a good job. Me? Fuck no. You know what’s gonna happen when we get older. I’m-..shit, I’ll end up working at the goddamn furniture store again.”
He laughed, and so you laughed too. You patted his arm, giving him a sweet look. “Hey, you and I both know that you’ve got some talents. You’d be a great salesman I think. You’re very charismatic.”
Dave chuckled, bumping you with his shoulder and taking a hit of the cigarette. By now your bands were starting to come out, smelling of beer and sweat.
“Ahhh, the babies of the bunch! How are my kiddies?” Your lead singer, Eric, joked, giving you both an over exaggerated kiss on the head. You smiled up at him, batting him away.
“Fine, fine.” Dave laughed, blowing smoke out his nose. You loved when he did that. He was like a dragon, a sexy dragon. Eric ruffled your hair, smiling at the both of you. “Didn’t get into too much trouble I hope?”
You and Dave both shook your heads, glancing at each other slyly. “None at all!” Dave affirmed, dropping the cigarette down on the ground and stomping it out. He yawned loudly, face screwing up. You couldn’t help but smile. He was so cute. He made you ache.
“I best be turning in for the night. Got a longgg evening ahead. Night, guys,” he bumped fists with Eric and the other guys before turning to you, giving you a long look. “Night, y/n.” His voice was so soft when he said that. You smiled, whispering back a goodnight and watching him leave.
You lay in your sleeping bag that night, curled up in old blankets and tattered pillows thinking about Dave, about his touch, the feel of him on you. You couldn’t wait for you to repeat that night again and again and again.