Ok, so I just realized that I only saved my favorites, stupid me, so I have only two lovely pieces of Blake fiction. >.> *HEADDESK*
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The Infamous Cake Sammich ;D
Amy and Blake were drunk again. Usually they would get a hotel nearby when they were going to have their fun, but every once in a while they’d get wasted and strip naked right there on the tour bus. It was very late, and Chris already had a bit of a headache. He just wanted to sleep. But he couldn’t. All he could hear was hurried panting and heavy, fast groans above him.
Every once in a while the bunk above his would jerk around a bit. He sighed and crawled out of bed, grateful that they hadn’t been too drunk to forget to pull the curtain closed around their bunk space. He walked to the tiny kitchen and rummaged around for something to eat. He couldn’t find anything to distract him from the moaning, pleasure filled sounds illuminating from the other side of the bus, and wondered how the hell every one else could sleep through this.
He went back to his bunk, hesitantly easing down into his bed. Before he could move himself to lie down, he wondered exactly what was going on above him. Every time he tried to push those thoughts away, they’d only come back stronger, until before he knew it, he was standing up again, facing the dirty, off-white curtain that separated him from Blake and Amy.
He put his hand out and slowly pulled back the curtain. Blake was sprawled out on his back naked and Amy, also naked, lied on top of him. As he pulled back the thick piece of cloth, Amy was slowly licking up and down Blake’s neck and jaw, and Blake’s hands and arms were traveling over and around Amy’s back and ass. Chris gulped at the sight.
Blake, even in his drunken stupor, must have noticed a change in the light or felt the eyes burning into them, because he looked over to Chris. His hands continued to travel Amy’s burning body, only slower now. Amy’s tongue moved up to Blake’s ear and brushed his skin lightly. He shuddered and moaned, attacking the closest mouth in rang. His moist lips wrapped around Chris’ and he stuck his tongue into the other man’s mouth. He sucked and lapped at the inside of Chris’ mouth, and for a few seconds, Chris allowed himself to be caught up in it.
Then suddenly, Chris backed up, jerking his spine and neck away as quickly as possible, almost tripping over someone’s shoes. “Wuh? What the hell, Blake?” Chris asked, seeming disgusted. Blake smirked and licked his lips, but went back to Amy. His calves tucked over her legs and pulled her closer to him, and she moaned into his ear.
The noise and smell of his friend’s arousal, and the lingering kiss on his lips were affecting him more than he would have expected. He reached out subconsciously, and let his hand rest on the bed beside them.
“Come…come on, if you want…” Blake managed through his panting, rolling his hips up in thrusts between each word. “…and I know you do…” he said, looking down at the rising crotch of his pants. Chris blushed and closed the curtain quickly. He sat back into his bed.
The noises they were making were too hard to ignore now. Even with Sligh’s heavy snoring in the background. He pulled his pants and boxers off of himself and got back up, opening the curtain and climbing in the bed with them. Blake chuckled and Amy pushed off of him slightly, shocked to see Chris suddenly in bed with the two of them. Then her eyes traveled down his body, and her drunken, horny instinct took over.
Chris just lied down flat on his back, not knowing exactly what he should be doing. Amy moved off of Blake, lying between the two boys, and started rubbing Chris’ chest. She moved up to kiss him, deeply. Their lips smacked and sucked at each other, then Chris fought for control. He grabbed her wrist from his chest, and pinned her against Blake. She giggled, sexily, and rubbed her backside against Blake’s aching member. He moaned and rubbed himself up and down against her. Chris rolled over and atop Amy. She moved her legs around his waist, still not stopping her grinding movement on Blake.
Chris was starting to wonder if he should even really be doing this. Pieces of regret and hesitation filled his mind. Then Amy gripped his ass with her heels and he entered her, sharp and quick, his head thrown back and banged against the bunk above them. Amy moaned and stopped moving against Blake. Chris just sat there, completely still, inside of her, trying to catch his breath.
Once his breathing calmed down, he moved against her slowly. She moaned louder with each thrust, her arms jolting behind her, grabbing at sheets. Blake missed the friction. He grabbed her hips and tried to grind her against him again, but the added pressure of Chris on top of them was too great. He slowly lifted her hips to his stomach, messaging her bottom and breathing as slowly as he could. He lifted her up and moved her directly over his lap. With one last breath, he eased her onto him, exhaling slowly. She cried out and almost collapsed.
At this point, Chris was completely unaware of anything going on around him. The only thing that existed was warmth and moisture. All he knew was to thrust. Blake, mostly unable to move very much with both Amy and Chris’ weight on him, just jerked upwards, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy. The double stimulation had Amy lost in the sensations. She craved the contact, gasping and grinding her hips on and around Blake’s pulsing body as Chris penetrated her repeatedly.
Blake’s legs shot up between Chris and Amy’s and wrapped around Chris’ waist underneath Amy’s calves. His feet hooked on just underneath Chris ass, he used it as an anchor and pulled and released off of his hold on Chris, sharply moving underneath Amy, causing her to moan out and lie back completely on Blake’s chest and stomach. It was like Chris was riding both of them.
Blake’s hands moved from Amy, who was almost spent by now, to Chris’ shoulders, gripping them tight and scratching hard on his skin. Chris leaned forward, capturing Amy’s mouth in a kiss. He broke the kiss, panting, then attached his mouth onto her neck, traveling up her jaw until he crossed a crease onto Blake’s chest. He worked his mouth in circles on his best friends’ body, hearing his moan in response. His hips sped up, pounding against the both of them, sending Amy harder into Blake’s chest, and Blake harder into Amy’s body. They were shaking the wall of the bus almost violently.
Chris was the first to come. His body released suddenly and his body jolted and came to a stop, collapsing on top of Amy and rolling off onto Blake’s side. Amy was nearing her closure, needing more friction to bring her to her rolling ecstasy. Without breaking contact, she sat up, leaned over facing Blake’s legs, and moved up and down on top of Blake. He moaned and thrust upwards, free of the extra weight. He felt the coil of pleasure wind and suddenly release, but continued pumping, trying to bring Amy to finish too; wanting her to feel as wonderful as they both did right now. She screamed out and fell forward, slipping off of Blake.
She tiredly pulled herself into the crack between Blake and Chris, feeling sluggish and satisfied at the same time. Blake pulled the covers up and over all three of them, and almost instantly fell asleep. Amy put her head on his chest, sinking into the blankets with him, gripping Chris’ hand tightly and following Blake into slumber. Chris looked down at them, smiling then looked up into the aisle of the bus. Panic stuck him unexpectedly. The curtain was open still; it’d been open the entire time. He propped himself up on his elbow and leaned to pull it closed. He lied back down, pulled the covers up to his chin, a look of horror still on his face. After a few moments, his eyes pulled themselves closed slowly, the smell of sex, the warmth of another person, the spent feeling of completeness, and Sligh’s inhuman snoring easing him into sleep.
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Emotional Waterfalls - my personal fave
His fingers glided skillfully over the ivory keys, pressing down on each one precisely and creating such an amazing sound. His fedora pulled down, partially covering his face, his features shadowy. Amy just sat across the room, watching his every movement. His face was peaceful, his eyes closed as he made such beautiful music so effortlessly. Amy was transfixed.
“Hey, he’s pretty good on the piano, aint he?” Chris said, motioning to Blake with the top of his cola bottle. Amy almost didn’t hear him. She had been a huge fan of both Blake and Chris for months. In the case of Blake, to the point of obsession. Now to see the object of such extreme adoration this closely after trying to meet him for so long…well, it was overwhelming. She swallowed the non-existent lump in her throat and opened her mouth to answer.
“Uh…yeah. He’s pretty…amazing.” She said, clutching her soda.
“Yeah, and this song is great. Shoulda made it on his album, if you ask me. It’s one-”
“-of his originals…yeah I know. I love it.” She finished for him. He laughed, then turned towards his best friend and the piano.
“Hey man, I’m gonna get going soon. See ya tomorrow?” He asked. Blake nodded, and raised his hand up, acknowledging his friend. “Blake offered to drive you to the hotel later…if you can wait that long.” He laughed. “It was great meeting you.”
“Oh my god, you have no idea.” Amy said, taking her gaze off Blake for only a moment. She got up and hugged Chris.
“Bye guys.”
Amy sat and watched Blake a while longer, mesmerized. He began humming lightly and whistling every once in a while. Then without looking up, he patted the seat beside him.
“Wuh?” Amy stuttered, snapping out of it. Blake motioned for her to come. She clumsily got up and walked to him, still a little shocked. She sat on the bench, beside him. She could see his face much easier now. His mouth curled up in a sweet smile, his eyes half lidded. ‘He’s even more beautiful close up’ She thought, hardly able to breath.
“Do you hear the cry of your tears…when they fall does the sound admit fault at all…” Amy jumped slightly at his sudden words. They flowed together angelically. “It’s shocking to think that my voice…could provoke such emotional waterfalls…” She settled back into her seat, his soft, crooner singing lulling her into a sleepy state. She breathed deep, feeling the warmth wafting into her through her ears and taking over her entire body.
“What did I do to deserve this…” The words seemed far away. Like a dream. All of her senses dulled, except for touch. She felt the warmth of his body…his thigh nudging hers. Then she realized there was no music at all, and opened her eyes and looked in Blake’s direction. He was staring straight at her, their faces almost touching. She gasped and backed away slightly.
“M-maybe I should go…” She said uncertainly, not wanting to overstay her welcome.
“But this entire time, you’ve hardly said a word to me.” He chuckled, pulling the tip of his fedora away, revealing his whole face and growing smile.
“You really want to talk to me?” She asked, pleasantly surprised.
“Neh, I guess you’re right.” He said. Amy looked at him shocked, a little taken aback. Then he smiled again, and just as she turned, about to leave, he put his hand to her cheek and pulled her closer, touching his lips to hers. Her eyes shot open in disbelief. This could not really be happening. But she felt his smooth hand on her face and his thin lips on hers, just sitting there, and flushed.
He opened his mouth against hers, kissing her gently. And whether it was real or not, Amy let herself be caught up in the moment. Her eyes closed slowly and she opened her mouth. She felt Blake’s lips move as he smiled against her. He slid his tongue into her mouth, rubbing against hers, and his hand traveled down her neck. Amy returned the kiss, their tongues sliding together.
Blake deepened the kiss, taking her face in both hands, holding her head still to explore every inch of her mouth. She arched her back and put her hand out to grab something. Her fingers clanked against the keys of the piano, startling her. Blake broke the kiss, pressing his forehead to hers, and tapped the keys to the chorus of ‘emotional waterfalls’ and giggled.
And oh my god, he giggled so sexy. She scooted closer, attaching their lips again and reaching behind him to grab his ass. He jumped up and grunted, feeling a spark of pleasure wash to his front.
His hands subconsciously darted to the front of her jeans, popping the button open and unzipping it, struggling to keep the kiss going as he undressed her. He tugged on her jeans, so she propped herself up on her knees, allowing him to pull them down over her thighs. They bunched at her knees and she slid her bottom back down, mounting the bench. Blake ran his palms up and down her thighs, squeezing them every few seconds. Amy moaned and ran her hands up to his hair, smoothing them against his skull.
Blake saw the flush on Amy’s face and felt his own crotch rising in his pants and knew they needed it now. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her onto the piano, clinking a few of the keys as her crumpled jeans slid against them. She kicked her feet until they fell down off her legs and then attacked the zipper on Blake’s pants. She pulled them down off his ass. His manhood at full attention sticking straight out. Amy gripped it in one hand and started moving her fingers up and down the shaft. He moaned at her touch. Then she let go and brought attention to her own underwear. She hooked her thumbs in the sides of them and pulled them down off of her, spreading her legs and looking up at Blake, lust burning in her eyes.
Blake smirked down at her, mirroring her lust. He took one calve in each hand and held her legs in place. He lined their bodies up, just barely touching, and eased into her, surrounding himself in her warmth. When he was in completely, he paused, watching her expression. He rubbed her legs and started moving, pulling back and thrusting forward, with each movement, hitting random keys on the piano.
Ting, ting, ting
It was like beautiful music. The simple sensations of the first verse…the melody starting to change…
He pulled out and pushed her across the top of the piano, climbing atop it himself. He lied on top of her, supporting his weight with his knees, he pushed against her. Amy reached down and pulled his shirt up. Blake adjusted his angle and weight to make it easier for her. She pulled the cloth up and over his head. “Now…me” She breathed.
Blake pulled her shirt up and off of her as well. Thrusting increasingly harder and faster, he moved his tongue against her neck just as precise and skilled as his fingers on the keys earlier. She moaned, feeling her climax building inside of her as Blake pounded against her at the perfect angle.
The noises emitting from both of them made the chorus…repetitive…their chests heaving…pleasure rising. Skin rubbing against skin…
They were reaching the end of the song. The sensations were becoming too much for Blake. His last thrust, deep and hard, released as he came to his powerful orgasm. But he kept moving, slower now, his energy spent…Amy’s climax then came, curling her toes and clenching her muscles. Pleasure wafting over the both of them as the music faded out.
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