Gift of Sound

The next morning, after returning to Andy’s house and making sure nothing had gotten destroyed and no one was hurt, the guys woke up in Andy’s bed together. They’d both been exhausted after making love for the first time, although Ash knew it was going to happen, and decided to head to bed after they made sure his mother was okay. After all, they’d used up so much energy down in their little meadow that it’d been all they could do to get back home without dropping and passing out on the trail that led to it.

Surprisingly, Ash was awake with the sun. He’d woken up shortly before it began to rise, during a period known as false dawn, and was able to watch it begin its ascent over the horizon. Yeah, he was a bit sore from the night before, but since it was the love of his life who’d taken his virginity in a whole new way, he couldn’t be happier than he was at that moment.

Andy, however, was still sleeping soundly, his arms wrapped around his sweetheart’s waist as he spooned him. He was pressing one helluva piece of morning wood against his ass, and although he was still sore, he couldn’t help but giggle and want to go at it again. The only thing stopping him was something he’d found out at a yearly physical when he was twelve, and the lack of knowledge as to how many condoms were hidden. He knew he didn’t have any in his bag, as it’d been quite a while since he’d even come close to needing them, although he’d been the one to wear them in the past.

It wasn’t long after sunrise, though, that he felt his lover nuzzle his face into his hair, and he knew that he’d be waking up soon. He’d spent the night with him enough, although never after sex until now, to know his habits upon waking up, and nuzzling his hair was one of them. It was almost as if he were trying to hide his face from the sun, like a vampire, and usually it was Ash’s hair that was the closest thing. There were some mornings where he’d have to get up as soon as he awoke to make a run for the bathroom, thus leaving his boyfriend to bury his face in his pillow, but normally he was still there when those icy-blue eyes opened. He couldn’t help that he enjoyed being the first thing Andy saw in the morning when he woke up after spending the night.

“Mmm. Buongiorno, mio deviante,” that basement-deep voice all but growled behind him.

“Good morning to you, too, mio profeta,” Ash answered, rolling over so they were facing each other. “How’d you sleep?”

“Better than I have in a long time,” he answered, a small smile curving his lips. “How ’bout you?”

“I was so exhausted I zonked as soon as my head hit the pillow and didn’t wake up till about half an hour ago,” he told him.

“I’m kinda surprised you’re still laying here, then,” Andy chuckled, turning his head to cough.

“Didn’t have to make a run for the bathroom, so I saw no point in getting up yet.” Ash shrugged. “I mean, it is Saturday, after all.”

“True enough. Why get up any earlier than we have to?”

“Exactly. I’m kinda surprised I woke up with the sun, to be honest.”

“Same here. You usually never wake up that early.”

“I guess I just didn’t need as much rest last night. Course, I’ve never been known to need much rest after a night like last night.”

“So it was that good for ya, huh?” Andy grinned at the notion.

“Better than any other time I’ve ever gotten laid, that’s for sure.” He returned the grin. “How ’bout you?”

“Well, I never thought I’d give my virginity to a guy, but it was well worth the wait,” he admitted, blushing.

“Wait, you were a virgin?” Ash asked. He was so shocked he sat up enough to lean on one elbow and look down at his lover.

“Yeah. I couldn’t stand the thought of giving it to someone who meant nothing to me just to cover up my secret,” he answered. “And every girl who tried to get my pants off me failed miserably. I just told them I wasn’t ready and, for the most part, they respected my wishes. There were some I had to physically fight off, but not many, and none ever guessed it was because I’m gay.”

“Wow. I remember when I first figured out I was gay. It took me a while to find a girl I felt comfortable enough giving my virginity to, but I finally did since I doubted I’d ever find another gay guy I liked enough to wait.” He seemed a bit sad at the memory.

“Mio deviante, don’t worry about it. I’m not mad at you for making that kind of choice,” Andy swore. “I likely would’ve had the same mindset if you didn’t come along.”

“And that’s why I love you, mio profeta,” Ash told him, leaning down for a kiss.

The sweet good-morning kiss he had in mind soon turned heated, just as most of their kisses did, and it wasn’t long before his lover’s tongue won the war going on in his mouth. He found himself lying on his back, his arms wrapped around his lover as he lay atop him, and he could feel how eager he was by the arousal prodding his inner thigh. The thought of making love with him again turned him on, and he knew he could feel his own arousal prodding his belly.

Sure enough, he soon felt his lover’s hands caressing a path down from his ribs to his hips, and he knew what the younger man wanted. As long as it didn’t hurt too bad, considering that he was still a bit sore from the night before, he didn’t mind going for round two; in fact, he looked forward to it. And even then, he knew that if he showed any signs of being in pain, he’d take it easy on him.

Andy reached around his leg and began to gently push a single finger against his entrance, not wanting to hurt him and seemingly asking his permission at the same time. He nodded his head as he gazed into his eyes, knowing that it was likely to sting a little. He hissed as he pushed his finger further into him, his rosebud stinging worse than he’d expected, especially with no lube. Apparently sensing the problem, his lover pulled his finger out just as slowly and gently as he’d pushed it in, then reached over to his nightstand for something. It took a moment of fumbling, but he soon turned up a bottle of lube and rubbed some on his finger.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said a bit sheepishly. “I should’ve known it would, though.”

“It’s okay, mio profeta,” Ash told him. “I’m still just a bit sore from last night.”

“Are you sure you want me to do this, then?” he asked, somewhat concerned.

“As long as we use a condom and lube, it won’t be that bad,” he assured him. “Remember, I’m the one who experimented a bit in the past?”

“I know that. But I’m sure you never took anything as big as me up your ass,” Andy chuckled.

“No, but it wasn’t much different than the first time I ever did anything experimental.” He cringed a bit at the thought. “I was so tight I had to use the cleaning rod of an ex’s piccolo, and you were so big that, even after experimenting a bit, it didn’t feel much different last night than it did then.”

“Mmm, I see. Well, I’m still sorry if I hurt you.” He gently nudged his finger against his entrance again. “That was never my intention.”

Ash couldn’t help the gasp he gave at the sensation of his lover’s finger entering him again in about twelve hours, nor the soft moan that soon followed. That finger soon turned into two, then three, before its owner reached over to the nightstand again, his hand returning with something else. He opened his eyes enough to see that he had something in his hand, realizing that it was a condom when he tore it open with his teeth.

He smiled at him as he withdrew his fingers so he could get the condom on properly, glad to know that they’d had another one hidden somewhere. He missed the feeling of being as close to Andy as he was while they were making love, but he didn’t want to risk anything. Considering what he’d found out all those years ago, he’d take other precautions if he thought he could, but he wasn’t sure how those “other precautions” would monkey with his system, so he hadn’t tried it. Besides, his current lover was the only one who was male, much less had anything to shove up his ass that could cause him to worry in the long run.

Once the condom was on, he laid back down enough that he could line himself up with his entrance, but not so much that he couldn’t use a hand to guide himself, if necessary. His eyes fluttered shut as he nudged him gently, not wanting to enter him too hard or too fast. He knew his lover, his prophet, hated seeing him in pain and was going to do everything he could not to cause any for him. But he wasn’t in very much pain when he entered him this time since he’d already been stretched out.

In fact, he felt so much pleasure from his gentle entrance that he couldn’t help the moan that escaped his throat, nor his hips trying to arch closer to Andy’s. He wrapped his arms around his neck, drawing him in for a gentle kiss, as he wrapped his legs around his waist so they were pressed as close together as they could get. He enjoyed his lover’s flavor of tobacco and cinnamon, an odd combination if there ever was one, but he supposed it was just as addicting as his own flavor of chocolate and bubble mint. As their tongues fought yet another war for dominance, Ash moaned into his mouth again as he began a gentle rhythm that he knew would soon turn wild and frenzied as their instincts won out and took over their minds.

“You like that?” his lover asked softly, even though volume wasn’t a concern since his mother was deaf.

“Uh huh. F-faster!” Ash moaned, moving his head to kiss and bite his neck.

“Mmm. You naughty, naughty boy,” Andy growled, allowing his hips speed up their rhythm. “Better watch it, or I might have to punish you later.”

“Mmm. Maybe I enjoy a good spanking,” he chuckled, gasping when he rolled them over so that he was riding him.

“You’re gonna regret telling me that, baby boy,” he answered with a devious smirk.

“Oh!” he gasped, his ass stinging as his hand came into contact with it.

“You like that, too, huh?” he asked, chuckling softly. His hips continued driving against him in their previous rhythm while he slapped his ass on every other thrust.

“Oh, my Godsmack! Yes!” Ash mewled, throwing his head back.

His eyes fluttered shut but sprung open as wide as they could with every slap to the ass he got, but that just served to make him hornier. He could feel himself grow impossibly hard and knew his lover could feel it, as well, but since he had to grab his shoulders for balance, there was nothing he could do about it. Andy noticed how much his arousal had grown, though, and the hand he wasn’t using to slap his ass gently circled around it.

He mewled his pleasure again as he tightened his grip on his shoulders, those mewls soon turning to soft cries as he changed angles just enough to hit his prostate. His hand gently stroking his hard-on while the other slapped his ass heightened his sensitivity, and it wasn’t long before his cries became mute as the pleasure threatened to wash over him. He tried to hold back as long as he could, wanting them to cum at relatively the same time, but he wasn’t sure how much longer he’d last.

It was just a few more minutes until Andy’s thrusts gained even more speed, as well as a bit of strength, and he knew his lover was close. He even began to growl as if he were trying to hold back, too, but he knew it wasn’t going to work for long. Ash leaned over him to rest his forehead on his shoulder, seeing a few stars from trying to hold back, and gasped as he bit down on his sweet spot. Unable to hold back any longer, he let loose a cry of pleasure as he came all over their chests, the tightening of his ass triggering his lover’s orgasm. He sighed as he felt his lover throbbing within him and his own orgasm ended, his body going limp as it had the night before after they both reached their peaks.

They both lay there after his lover went limp as well, not wanting to move for a bit as they caught their breath. However, like the previous night, Andy had to roll them over on their sides and withdraw sooner than either of them would’ve liked before the condom slipped off inside him. As far as he knew, it would just be a bitch to retrieve from inside his sweetheart if that happened, but Ash knew better. He was glad that, like he would if he were with a woman, he withdrew and disposed of the offending latex quickly, lest he wind up in a situation no guy would ever dream of winding up in.


Later that afternoon, they were all going to meet up out at Ash’s cabin to discuss the possibility of forming a band together since they hadn’t had a chance, as of yet. Andy was bringing his mother and Jinxx was bringing Sammi, even though she still wasn’t feeling well, so they’d be able to keep an eye on them. Jinxx also told them that they’d finally figured out why her case of the flu wasn’t going away, but he wasn’t telling them what was wrong until they got to the cabin so he wouldn’t have to repeat himself.

At the moment, Andy was packing up a few things to make for dinner that night, given that he needed to restock his kitchen and hadn’t had a chance to, while he took apart his mic stand and loaded into his saddlebags. His lover was going to be putting the food and anything his mother wanted to take with her in his own saddlebags, which left no room for his mic stand and mic. Thankfully, though, he was willing to take them for him and even follow him home when they returned, not only to make sure he got home safely, but to bring them back for him, if that’s what he wanted. However, he got the feeling that, since they’d likely have band practice at his cabin, that’s where it’d stay after today.

Just as he was finishing loading everything up, Andy and Miss Amy walked out the front door in their riding gear. Miss Amy wore a pair of leather chaps over her jeans to help stave off the chill of the November air, as did his lover, and they both wore black leather coats. The only difference was that his lover’s didn’t have any fringe, whereas his mother’s was covered in it.
While he straddled his own bike and got his helmet on, his lover held his bike upright and steady for his mother to get on the back since he’d already put his helmet on. He looked back at Ash with a look that asked if he was ready to go, to which he gave a short nod. Flashing him a thumbs-up, he started rolling the Heritage Softail down the driveway until he reached the edge, where he paused to fire it up while he rolled his Dark Custom Cross Bones down the driveway. While he waited for his sweetheart to fire his bike up and get it in gear, he reached up to his chest to hit a button on his garage door opener, watching as the heavy metal door slowly slid down. They sat there for a few more minutes as they waited for the bikes to warm up, then put them in gear.

“Off we go!” Ash yelled, lifting his feet slightly as he took off.

He led the way out of the neighborhood he’d lived in since he started high school, his lover and his mother following as close behind him as they safely could. It wasn’t long before they reached the back roads that would take them to his cabin, and he got the feeling that the rest of the guys were either on their way out there, or had already gotten there.

About five miles from the paved driveway that led to his cabin, Ash heard the roar behind him get a little louder and looked in his mirror to find out why. He feared something had happened to Andy’s bike, but was both relieved and excited to see that it was just Jinxx and Sammi, who’d apparently caught up to them on their way out here. He took his left hand off his handlebar since he didn’t need it at the moment, held it out to the side, and flashed the peace sign to his friend. He grinned as he watched his friend return the gesture in his mirror, then turned his eyes back to the road ahead.

When he reached the turn for his driveway, he started slowing down and turned on his turn signal, even though his lover and friend were already slowing down for the turn themselves. Even though he loved Andy with all his heart and had enjoyed spending the night with him, there were times that he missed the seclusion of the old cabin, and he was glad to be back. A grin stretched his lips as he rode up the tree-lined driveway with the others behind him, and it got even bigger when he saw Jake’s and CC’s bikes already there.

“’Bout time you guys got here!” CC yelled impatiently as they parked. “We almost thought you were laying in there dead!”

“We did not,” Jake countered, glaring at their hyper friend. “Well, he might have, but I knew better.”

“Oh, really?” Ash chuckled, getting off his bike and starting to unstrap his helmet. “And why’s that?”

“Well, number one, the Dark Prince wasn’t here. You never go anywhere without it when you don’t have to,” he started. “Number two, I figured you’d be at one of the other guys’ houses since you’ve been so happy lately.”

He couldn’t help the grin that split his face at the thought of him being right.

“What’s the grin for?” Jinxx asked, taking off his own helmet now that his Road King was parked and leaning on its kickstand.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” he chuckled. “Just thinking about how Jake’s right about me being so happy lately.”

“Yeah, I think we’ve all noticed,” his friend answered, also chuckling. “I think we’ve noticed your happiness about as much as we have Andy’s silence.”

Ash turned to look at his lover, noticing how he’d ducked his head to let his hair hide the crimson blush staining his cheeks. If only you guys knew how noisy he’d been the past couple days.

“What the fuck? Is Andy blushing?” CC asked, seeing the same thing he’d seen.

“I’m not blushing,” the baby of the group insisted, but that just made his face turn even redder.

“Yes, you are! Spill it! What’s making you blush?” Jake asked.

He shook his head and made a zippering motion across his lips, meaning he wasn’t saying a word.

“We’ll get it out of ya sooner or later. Either that, or we’ll just get it out of Ash, since he’s grinning like a fool over there.”

“Oh, no you won’t.” He too, shook his head and made a zippering motion across his lips.

“Lies! All lies!” the hyper drummer screamed.

“Think what you want, Ceece,” Jinxx chuckled, shaking his head as well. “If neither of them wanna say, you know it’ll be damn near impossible to get it out of them.”

Thank you, Ash mouthed to his friend. Maybe one or both of us will tell one of these days, but likely not now.

You’re welcome, Ash, he mouthed in response. We all have our secrets. Some just come out before others.

Nodding, he grabbed his keys from his belt loop and walked up to the front door so he could unlock it and let everybody in. While everybody headed into the cabin and started making themselves comfortable, he headed back down to his lover’s bike to help grab the food and get it inside before worrying about the mic stand. That, and to have a private word with him.

“Considering that Jinxx and Sammi are letting a cat out of a bag tonight, so to speak, do you think we should tell them about us?” he asked.

“I don’t see why not,” Andy answered. “I mean, Jinxx told me my first day at school you guys didn’t give a damn about someone’s sexuality.”

“That’s because we don’t. I’ve just never said anything about mine to avoid bullying and abuse,” he said.

“That’s the same reason I haven’t come out of the closet, either,” he agreed. “And right now, it’s not like we’re at school, where people we don’t want overhearing our announcement can hear.”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking,” he told him. “Well, once they share their news, anyway.”

“Sounds like a plan to me, mio deviante. Ti amo molto,” he murmured, gently kissing his lips.

“Anch’io ti amo molto, mio profeta,” Ash answered, smiling into the kiss.

They both grabbed huge armloads of food to take inside with them before he came back out to unlock the saddlebags of his bike to get his lover’s mic and mic stand. They’d already had the guys bring their instruments and set them up earlier in the week, and since his bass and amp were back in his room, Andy was the only one in need of setting up. But before they could finish setting up their practice area in the basement, they had to get through Jinxx and Sammi’s announcement before making their own.

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