Session Musicians Get Around
by Adelaide Elizabeth Morgan

Jon leaned back in his chair, blowing out a cloud of blue smoke and stubbing his cigarette out in the ashtray. "So, you think he read it properly?" He asked Richie, leaning forwards and resting his elbows on his knees.

Richie took a gulp of his beer and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Dunno. Probably not. Wouldn't have signed it if he had."

Jon stood up, a cheeky grin spreading on his face as he walked towards the door. "One way to find out."

"What are you up to, Jon?"

"No point in having certain conditions written into a contract if I don't benefit from them, is there?" Jon picked Hugh's contract up from the table and flicked through it before slipping it into the inside pocket of his denim jacket.

"What if he didn't read it properly?"

"Not my problem," Jon answered over his shoulder as he walked out the door.

Knocking repeatedly on the door to Hugh's room, Jon tapped his foot impatiently while he waited for the other man to answer it. He raised his hand to knock again but the door opened. Hugh stood there yawning, his hair dishevelled, a bathrobe wrapped tightly around his body. He looked as though he'd just got out of bed.

"Jon, it's three o'clock in the morning," he complained. "Can't it wait for a few hours?"

"Nope." Jon pushed past Hugh to stand in the centre of the room, arms crossed over his chest.

Hugh sighed and shut the door, leaning on it as he watched his unexpected visitor. Jon looked... amused. "What is it?"

Jon's grin turned predatory and stalked across the room, pushing Hugh against the door, hand sliding under his bathrobe. He crushed his lips against Hugh's to stifle his protests, tongue plunging into the other man's mouth.

Hugh pushed against Jon's chest, shoving him backwards. "What the fuck are you doing?"

Jon took a step forward, pressing his body against Hugh's, letting the bassist feel his erection. "A man has certain needs... and I want you to take care of mine," he purred, pressing Hugh's hand against the crotch of his jeans.

"Forget about it." Hugh laughed and pulled his hand away, slipping out from under Jon and moving to stand in the centre of his room. "There's no way..."

"Yes there is." Jon interrupted him mid-sentence, pulling the wad of paper from his jacket pocket and waving it in Hugh's face. "Says you will right here." He flicked through the contract until he found the paragraph he was looking for and read it out loud. "'Provide any service, as and when required'." He finished, and looked up at Hugh who was paling rapidly. "What's the matter, Hugh? Didn't you read your contract properly before signing it? Well, guess what services it means?" He laughed. "Let me put it very simply for you; you are our whore and I'm hard and horny. Deal with it. Now." Jon pushed a shocked and unresisting Hugh to his knees. He unzipped his fly, pressing the head of his cock against Hugh's lips. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way, it's your choice."


Jon took advantage of Hugh's protests to slide his cock into the bass player's mouth, grabbing him by the ears to keep his head still. "Fine, we do it my way. Don't say I didn't give you the option. And damn, that feels good." He moaned, his eyes sliding closed as he fucked Hugh's mouth, pistoning hard in and out of the warm moist cavern, pumping his come down Hugh's throat. He shuddered from head to foot as he came, pushing Hugh backwards. Jon knelt down next to Hugh and pulled him into a sitting position, running his tongue over his lips and tasting himself. He wiped Hugh's tears away with his thumbs before pushing him back down and rising to his feet.

Opening the door, he looked back over his shoulder. "Thanks babe, you were great." He winked and blew Hugh a kiss before closing the door.

"So, how'd it go"? Richie asked Jon over breakfast the following morning.

"Like a dream," Jon grinned. "Man, you should've seen his face. Not a bad kisser either. I think this might have been a very good idea."

Richie laughed, looking up as David took a seat at their table.

"Who thinks what might have been a good idea?" He wanted to know. He took a sip of his coffee, eyes darting between Jon and Richie.

Jon leaned back in his chair, smug grin on his face as he stretched his hands above his head, cracking his knuckles.

"You remember the uhh... special terms we put in Hugh's contract?" Richie said and David nodded. "Jon decided to try them out last night."

David grinned and turned his attention to Jon. "No shit?! How was he?"

Jon laughed. "Let's just say he gives fucking good head." The other two laughed and the conversation turned to other topics as Tico and Hugh sat down.

"You look like shit." David told Hugh, looking at the bags under his eyes. "Everything alright?"

Hugh glanced at Jon out the corner of his eye, swallowing at the cat-who-got-the-canary expression on the singer's face. He turned back to David. "Yeah, fine. Didn't get much sleep last night. No big."

Jon met Richie's eyes and coughed to hide a laugh. "You sure?" He asked Hugh.


"Nothing you wanna talk about?" Jon toed off his sneakers, and trailed his foot up Hugh's leg under the table, toes pressing against his crotch. He ran his tongue over his lips and winked at Hugh before speaking again. "No pressing matters bothering you."

Hugh choked on his coffee, spitting a mouthful back into his mug. "No, nothing." He gasped. He scraped his chair back from the table and stood up. "I've uhh ... got things to do." He turned red as he walked away from the table, Jon's laughter ringing in his ears.

"I don't think I've ever told you this," David purred as he walked up behind Hugh, wrapping one arm around his waist. "But you have a gorgeous ass."

Hugh swallowed hard, his mouth feeling dry. "Uh, hi David. Didn't see you there."

"No, you wouldn't," David agreed as he manoeuvred them against the wall, pushing Hugh against it, hands sliding down to squeeze his ass. "It's true though." David's tongue licked down Hugh's neck as he spoke. "I've spent many hours staring at this ass and wondering what it would feel like to bury my cock inside it."

"David..." Hugh sighed, trying to pull away from David.

David grinned and spun Hugh around, pressing him hard against the wall, shoving his tongue down his throat. "I wanna fuck you, Hugh, and there's not a damn thing you can do to stop me." His hand slid down to rub Hugh through the denim of his jeans, before squeezing his balls hard enough to bring tears to his eyes. "Turn around," David whispered, tongue raking along Hugh's neck again. "Put your hands on the wall where I can see them."

Hugh wet his lips. "Here... you're going to do it here?"

David looked over his shoulder at the roadies setting up the stage behind them and scowled. Hugh was right, he realised. He took a step back and straightened his top. "No. Not here." He grabbed hold of Hugh's arm and dragged him back down to his dressing room, locking the door behind them. David looked around the room and grabbed one of the chairs. "Bend over it," he instructed Hugh.

Hugh shook his head and faced David. "Don't do this, David. Please."

David crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"

"I don't... I don't want this. I don't want you to do this."

"We all have to do things we don't want to," David pointed out, an unimpressed expression on his face. "We didn't particularly want you in our band, but we didn't get a say in the matter." He watched unresponsively as Hugh paled and took a step back. "Besides, you've already agreed to do anything I want you to. It's in your contract, remember? And you don't want to be in breach of it do you, Hugh?" David stepped forward and cupped Hugh's cheek in his hand. "Now bend over the chair and spread your fucking legs like the good little whore I know you are." He spun Hugh around and pushed him over the chair, kicking his legs apart.

Hugh sighed and stared at the floor, trying not to react as David pulled his jeans down, fingers rubbing over his ass. He hated this, hated that he had to do it. But they were right; it was in his contract and he had signed it. He'd spent all night after his first encounter with Jon reading the contract over and over, and he couldn't find a single way out of it.

His train of thought was lost as David entered him in one painful thrust. Hugh clenched his teeth together, trying not to cry out in agony. His fingers started turning white as they gripped the chair's legs, David's thrusts slamming into him hard until the pianist orgasmed with a grunt. He ran his hands down Hugh's spine, zipped his own jeans up and walked out of the room, leaving Hugh lying over the chair.

"You've been looking very pleased with yourself all night," Jon observed, leaning back in his chair and watching David carefully.

"Have I?"

Jon nodded. "Yeah. So, spill."

"Nothing to say."

Richie narrowed his eyes, a smile spreading on his face as he took a swig of beer. "David's been hyper and Hugh's been even quieter than normal. Wonder if the two are connected..."

Tico laughed. "You didn't."

David couldn't contain his grin any longer. "Maybe," he conceded.

"Do we get details?" Jon wanted to know.

"Details?" David shrugged. "Ok, sure. I fucked him. Bent him over a chair in his dressing room and got me a piece of his ass."

"No shit!" Richie exclaimed. "How was he?"

"Tight as anything."

Tico sighed and shook his head. "But is it working?"

"I think so, yeah." David nodded. "I told him a... a few home truths and he was begging me not to do this. Shouldn't take much longer."

"Good." Tico finished his drink and left the rest of the band in the bar.

The door made no noise as Tico pushed it open. He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him again, leaning on it as his eyes adjusted to the dark. Hugh's room. And it was pristinely tidy. Not that he'd expected anything else.

The only light and sound in the room came from the TV. Hugh didn't appear to have noticed anyone else was in his room, so Tico took the opportunity to see what was playing. One eyebrow rose in shock; a porn movie. Hugh was watching porn?

A low grunt from the bed drew Tico's attention from the TV. Hugh was lying on his back in the centre of the bed, his legs spread, eyes focussed on the action from the film. One hand pillowed his head, the other moving rapidly under the sheets. His was breathing hard and fast. From the looks of things, he was very close to bringing himself off.

Tico laughed under his breath and sat back in one of the chairs. He crossed one leg over the other, his own arousal growing as he watched Hugh jacking off. By the time Hugh groaned and orgasmed, Tico was achingly hard, sitting with his legs spread, fighting the urge to relieve himself.

Hugh sighed and turned the TV off using the remote control. He sat up and reached for the box of tissues on the bedside cupboard. His eyes met Tico's and he froze, eyes widening. His tongue darted out to wet dry lips and he put the box back down, pulling the sheet higher around his hips.

"T... Tico. What... What are you doing here?"

Tico gestured to the tissues. "Don't stop on my behalf." Hugh didn't respond and Tico sighed. "If you don't clean up, you'll get sticky." Still no response from Hugh so Tico rose from his chair and walked over to stand next to the bed. He pulled the sheet down, grabbed a couple of tissues from the box, and wiped the come off Hugh's fingers and stomach.

Tico dropped the used tissues into the trash next to the bed and turned the bedside lamp on. "There. Now, I've helped you out. That means it's your turn."

"I don't...." Hugh shook his head. "I don't understand." His tongue darted out nervously to wet dry lips.

"Oh, come now, Huey. You've not forgotten your contract already have you? Anything we want, you have to do. And you've made me hard, so I guess you should do something about it."

"No." Hugh grabbed his boxer shorts from the floor and stood with his back to Tico.

Tico grabbed Hugh's arm and spun him around. "Yes." He countered. "It's in your contract, remember? You don't want to be in Breach of Contract, do you Huey?" He pulled the bassist close, voice dropping as he continued. "Because if you do, we'll make it that you'll never be able to work again. Got it?" He laughed at the defeated expression on Hugh's face and pushed him back on the bed, crawling on top of him, trapping him down. He grabbed one of Hugh's hands and placed it on his crotch, gasping at the pressure through his jeans. "Get on with it," he said, rolling slightly onto his side.

Hugh tried to pull his hand away but Tico's grip on his wrist was too strong. "I can't..."

"Yes you can." Tico released his grip on Hugh's wrist. "Pull my jeans down."

Hugh swallowed heavily as his hands moved to unzip Tico's jeans. His hands were unsteady as he pushed them down the drummer's legs. "What... what do you..."

"Touch me, Huey," Tico's voice was rough with need. "Touch me the way you were touching yourself."

Hugh nodded slightly. Tico only wanted to be jerked off. He could do that. It wasn't the same as with Jon and David; they'd wanted... He shuddered, forcing himself not to think about it, bile rising in the back of his throat.

"What're you waiting for, Hugh?" Tico's voice dragged Hugh back to the present and he took a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut as he slid his hand up to circle Tico's cock. "Keep your eyes open," Tico instructed. Hugh forced his eyes open, trying to look anywhere to avoid meeting Tico's intense stare, but the drummer caught his chin in a strong grip, forcing him to look at the other man. "Can you feel that, Huey? Can you feel how hard I am for you?"

"Yeah," Hugh answered quietly.

"Make me come," Tico begged, breath starting to quicken. "Make me feel so good." He growled in frustration at Hugh's tentative touch and reached across the bed, grabbing hold of Hugh's balls and squeezing hard. "That's not gonna work," Tico insisted. "You're a man, Hugh. You know how to make it feel good. Now get on with it." He punctuated his request with another squeeze of Hugh's balls, hard enough to make the other man cry out.

Hugh whimpered, automatically pulling his hand away from Tico. The pressure on his balls increased and Hugh's eyes filled with tears. "Tico... ah.... Please.... You're hurting me."

"I know." Tico replied simply. "But you're not being a good boy, are you? You were supposed to be making me come. You can't do that if you're not touching me."

"I... I can't!" Hugh gasped as Tico's hold on his balls tightened, tears starting to spill over and streak down his cheeks.

Tico laughed. "Yes you can. I know you know how to jerk off, I just watched you do it. All you gotta do is the same for me. It's not difficult, Huey." Not releasing his grip on Hugh's balls, Tico grabbed Hugh's other hand and moved it back to his crotch. "I don't need to teach you how to give me a hand job, do I?"

Hugh blushed. "N... No. I think I can manage...." He groaned as Tico's hand moved from his balls, trailing upward to curl a fist around his cock.

Tico laughed as Hugh thrust up into his touch. "You make me feel good, Huey, and I'll do the same for you. OK?"

"Uh-huh... Uh... Don't stop...." Hugh's fingers tightened around Tico's cock in response, pumping him harder. He soon realised that the harder and faster he stroked Tico, the more the drummer would pump him. He ran a fingernail over the head of Tico's cock, grinning when he groaned and arched up into his touch. Unable to stop himself, Hugh bucked up into Tico's hands, eyes sliding shut. "Tico .... Please..."

"Make me come," Tico ground out, pumping his hips fast into Hugh's touch. "Now." He groaned, back arching up and body tensing his he came, spurting his come all over Hugh's hands. He slumped back down on the bed, breathing heavily, hand falling away from Hugh's now rock-hard cock.

"Tico... uhh... no..." Hugh whimpered at the loss, hand automatically sliding down to finish it off, but Tico batted his hand away.

"You've made a mess Huey." Tico held Hugh's come covered fingers up to his face to show him. "Don't you think you should clean your fingers off?" Hugh shook his head as the words sank in, reaching for the box of tissues. Tico knocked his hand away. "Not like that. Like this." He pushed one of Hugh's fingers into the bassist's mouth, holding his head still when he grimaced and tried to pull away. "Come on, Huey. Do it for me," Tico encouraged. "Do this one little thing for me and I'll let you come. Jon and Dave didn't let you come, did they?"

Hugh shook his head, pulling a face as he sucked his fingers cleaning, tasting the salty tang of Tico's come on them. Tico waited until Hugh had sucked each of his fingers, before pulling his hand over to his own mouth. He ran his tongue along the length of each finger, tongue swirling around each digit as he sucked on it until Hugh was writhing on the bed, hand starting to snake down towards his cock again.

Tico laughed, pinning both of Hugh's hands to the bed. "Well guess what?" He hissed. "I'm not gonna let you come either. You're nothing more to me than a cheap slut, a quick fuck when I want one. And if I ever find out you've been jerking off again, I'll break your fingers. Do you understand me?" Hugh's eyes widened and he shook his head, struggling on the bed beneath Tico. The drummer's hands slid over Hugh's chest, gripping his nipples between thumbs and forefingers and twisting hard until he arched up and cried out. "I said, do you understand?"

"Ye... Yeah.... Yes!" Hugh exclaimed as Tico pinched his nipples tighter. "I... I... uh... un.... Understand."

"Say it." Tico insisted.

"I... I'm..." Tears flowed unchecked down Hugh's face as Tico continued torturing his nipples, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I'm.... a... whore... a cheap slut."

"Good boy." Tico bent his head down and crushed his lips against Hugh, fucking the other man's mouth with his tongue. "And remember," he said as he stood up from the bed, pulling his jeans back on. "Next time you feel the need to touch yourself, you little whore, don't; you come to one of us. Understand?" He didn't wait for Hugh's reply, walking across the room and out of the door.

Over the next couple of weeks Jon, David and Tico's visits to Hugh continued, sometimes more than once a night. The bassist slowly became more and more withdrawn, avoiding spending any time at all with the rest of the band unless it was absolutely necessary. He'd thought about walking out on them more than once, but Tico's' threat came back to him every time; if you do, we'll make it that you'll never be able to work again. He knew they could do it as well, especially Jon. But after last night... or had it been this morning? He shook his head and crouched down in front of the suitcase, clothes scattered on the floor around him. How could he stay after what they'd done to him?

A knock on the door had woken him just after 2am. He knew it was going to be Jon, Dave or Tico and played with the idea of not answering. The last time he'd ignored it though, he hadn't been able to walk straight for a few days and he'd been bruised quite badly. He dragged himself out of bed, not even bothering to wrap a robe around himself; what was the point? It would only get ripped off him in a few minutes.

Hugh grimaced when he opened the door and saw Jon leaning against the frame. Right behind him was David.

Jon grabbed Hugh by the back of the neck, plundering his mouth with his tongue, hand sliding down to rub him through his boxers. "Hey whore. Did you miss me?" He brushed past Hugh, David stumbling after him. Grinning, Tico also walked into the room, trailing his fingers down Hugh's face and pulling him over to the bed. Hugh wrinkled his nose; all three of them stank of alcohol and looked much worse for the wear. He ran his hands over his face, stomach sinking; if they were all drunk he was in for a shitty night.

David, Jon and Tico stood in a circle around Hugh. David reached forward, hooking his forefingers into the waistband of Hugh's boxers. "Lose them."

A bright blush covered his cheeks as he pulled his boxers down and stepped out of them. Aware of the stares of the other three men, he consciously held his hands over his cock, dropping his head to look at the floor. Jon laughed which only made Hugh blush harder and wish the ground would open up and swallow him whole. David met Tico's eyes over Hugh's shoulder. Tico grinned and nodded, pulling Hugh's hands behind his back.

"Cute," David laughed, hand pulling hard on Hugh's cock. "But there's no need to hide, Huey. We've seen it all before."

"Careful with him, Tico." Jon shook his head, watching Hugh struggle against Tico's grip. "Don't wanna hurt him too badly before we get chance to play."

David pouted. "Not even a little bit?"

Jon laughed harder. "No."

"You're boring." David whined, sitting on the edge of the bed, arms folded across his chest.

"You wanna play with a broken toy?" Jon raised an eyebrow when David glared at him.

"No," David admitted, pout leaving his face. "Broken toys don't work properly," He crushed his lips against the other man's, hands drifted down to pinch Hugh's nipples. "And this one's definitely starting to work very well," he giggled. He trailed his fingers over Hugh's chest and along his ribs, walking around to stand behind him, kicking out at the backs of Hugh's knees. Tico dropped Hugh's arms and the bassist fell heavily to the floor, unable to get his hands down in time to catch himself.

"Hey, no breaking the toy, Tico, remember!" Jon whined, dropping to his knees next to Hugh. "He didn't hurt you, did he Huey?"

Hugh thought about lying and saying that, yes one of his wrists was sprained, but one thing he'd learnt over the last few weeks was lying to these guys generally meant he'd only get hurt worse. He shook his head, gently massaging one of his shoulders. "No."

"Good. Cos I... We wanna play. On your hands and knees, slut."

"You think this is gonna work?" Tico whispered to David as they both stripped.

"Yeah, I think so," David whispered back.

"It had better," Tico shot back. "Nothing else has and I'm getting fucking bored."

Hugh's head reeled; what were they talking about. Getting bored? He didn't like the sound of that. And what the hell were all three of them doing here?

Still on his knees, Jon glared up at David and Tico. "Are you two done whining yet? It's getting late and I wanna play."

David giggled and pulled Tico down to the floor. He frowned at Jon and grabbed the singers t-shirt, pulling it over his head. "You're still dressed," he pointed out.

Jon looked down at himself. "So I am."

Tico rolled his eyes. "How much have you two had to drink?"

"Not much."

Hugh snorted and rolled his eyes, starting to sit up. Jon pushed him back down to the floor.

"I don't remember asking you." Jon grabbed the back of Hugh's neck, pulling him up and snarling in his face. "You are a whore, never forget that. We really don't care what you think." He dropped him back down to the floor. "Suddenly, I don't care if he gets hurt or not." Jon decided. "I wanna fuck him first," he told David and Tico, thrusting into Hugh in one painful stroke. Hugh bit down on his lip to stifle his cries; screaming would only piss Jon off more. He breathed hard through his nose, a wave of dizziness washing over him from the pain.

"He good?" Tico asked breathlessly, moving to stand in front of Hugh. "Suck me off, slut. And keep your eyes open." Hugh sighed and opened his mouth, letting his jaw drop to accommodate Tico's cock. Tico groaned, thrusting in out and of Hugh mouth, hands gripping the sides of his head.

"You shouldn't have pissed him off, Huey," David revealed. "He'd been in a good mood until then." He grabbed one of Hugh's hands and pressed it against his erection. "Time for you to show off all your new skills."

The rest of the night passed in as semi-blur for Hugh, alternately being fucked by, and both sucking and jerking them all off. By the time the night was over, Jon, David and Tico had all experienced each of his 'new skills' and had come more than once. They left Hugh in a come-covered heap on the floor, achingly hard but not allowed to relieve himself. He fell into an exhausted heap, come and blood trickling down his thighs.

Hugh shuddered and scrubbed his hands over his face, a wave of nausea rolling through him. He sighed, blinking back the tears he could feel prickling at his eyelids. He wasn't going to cry, not over this, not over them. Taking a deep breath to try and calm down, he reached out and shoved more clothing into his suitcase. He couldn't carry on like this; how the fuck was he supposed to work with them when they wanted... what they wanted from him? No, he decided, he'd take his chances that Tico wouldn't follow through on his threats. He couldn't even bring himself to care if they did; he just knew he had to get out of there.

"Hey, Hugh. What you doin'?

Hugh jerked up with a start, whipping his head 'round. Richie was leaning on the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, watching Hugh. He frowned.

"You don't need to pack yet, we're here for a few more days."

Hugh forced a laugh. "H... Hi Richie."

Richie frowned again and pushed himself up from the doorframe, wandering into Hugh's room and sitting on the edge of the bed. "Everything all right, man? You've been real skittish lately."

"Yeah," Hugh nodded. "Just feelin' a bit homesick, you know how it gets."

"You sure there's nothing else?" Richie pushed harder.


Hugh swallowed hard and shifted to kneel on the floor, still not looking at Richie. Could he trust the guitarist? After all, he hadn't been involved in anything that had been happening. Did he even know what the others were doing? He took a deep breath, pushing the lid down on his suitcase as he confessed everything to Richie.

"I...uhmm...Jon, David, Tico...they...uhh...they been forcing me to.... making me do... things." Hugh hung his head in embarrassment unsure how to go on. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he told Richie everything that had happened over the last few weeks. When the words finished spilling out, he looked up at Richie, chewing nervously on his lower lip.

Richie dropped to his knees in front of Hugh, tipping the bassist's chin up with his fingers, gently brushing away the tears with his fingers. "Hey, come on, don't cry."

Hugh smiled weakly and tensed, forcing himself not to pull away from Richie's touch, reminding himself that Richie wasn't going to hurt him.

"I won't hurt you," Richie reassured him. He pulled Hugh to his feet, sitting him on the edge of the bed. He crouched down in front of him. "I'm sorry they hurt you, Hugh." He leaned forward and kissed Hugh, tasting the salty tang of tears on his lips.

"No..." Hugh shook his head, pushing Richie away. "What... What are you doing?"

"Kissing you," Richie replied softly. "I can make you feel so good, I can make the pain go away. Make you forget how much everyone's hurt you. Stick with me, Hugh, and no-one will hurt you again." He sealed his lips over Hugh's again, tongue sliding gently into Hugh's mouth as he tasted him. Without breaking the kiss, Richie pushed Hugh on his back in the centre of the bed, pulling his t-shirt up to expose his chest. Richie fingers played across Hugh's skin, tweaking his nipples, finding all his sensitive spots, until he was writhing on the bed, arching up into Richie's hand.

Hugh groaned and tried to push Richie off him, but the guitarist was too strong and pinned him back down again.

"Gonna make you feel so good, baby." Richie promised, hands deftly unzipping Hugh's jeans and pushing them down his legs.

"Richie, no!" Hugh kicked out at Richie but missed as the guitarist sidestepped. "Don't do this please." He started to push himself up off the bed, slumping back down with a groan at the first touch of Richie's tongue on his cock. "Richie...." He shook his head, protests dying on his lips as sparks of pleasure danced across his skin. It had been so long, and he'd been too scared to touch himself and Richie's tongue felt so good! He arched up into Richie's mouth, whimpering slightly when his hips were pinned down against the bed. "Richie, please.... I... uhh... Fuck!"

Richie lifted his head and met Hugh's eyes. "Please what, Huey? You want me to stop?" He blew over the head of Hugh's cock, tongue lapping at the pre-come starting to pool there.

"N.... N.... N.... No!"

"Then just relax, baby. Lie back and enjoy yourself," He stopped sucking on the head of Hugh's cock, taking the full length into his mouth, teeth gently scraping the sensitive flesh. Richie ran one finger down Hugh's hip, teasing his balls, moving back to rub the ring of muscles around his ass. He slowly starting pushing his finger in, cooing reassuring phrases as Hugh grunted and arched his back, trying to pull away. He steadily worked a second finger into Hugh, building up the speed of his thrusts to the same rhythm his mouth was using on the bassist's cock. He kept this up until Hugh was writhing and panting on the bed, begging to be allowed to come.

Hugh tensed, rocking as hard as he could between Richie's mouth and fingers, eyes sliding closed as he cried out, signalling his orgasm. He arched up, pumping his cock into Richie's mouth, gasping as Richie swallowed his come.

Pulling his fingers out of Hugh, Richie leaned up and kissed him, letting the bassist taste himself on Richie's lips. He frowned at the panicked look on Hugh's face and the tears shining in his eyes. Cupping Hugh's face in his hand, Richie kissed him again, gently this time before asking him what was wrong.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... Oh God, Richie... I.... I didn't mean to... I couldn't stop... Shit!" Hugh struggled to a sitting position, rubbing his hands across his face in an effort to stop himself from crying. Richie had been so... so nice to him and now he'd gone and fucked it all up. "I'll do anything you want, anything just please... don't... " He ducked his head, voice dropping to a whisper. "Please don't hurt me."

"Hurt you?" Richie frowned and sat on the bed next to Hugh. "Why would I want to hurt you?"

"Because I came." Hugh replied in a small voice, not looking up at Richie. "He said... He said I wasn't to come. He made me... made me come and then... then... he ... he... and he said that... that if it happened again...." He broke off, running his hands through his hair.

"Who told you that? No... It doesn't matter, I think I know." Richie sighed and shook his head as he stood up. He kissed Hugh gently. "You stay right there, ok? I'll be right back, I promise, but I need to go and talk to Jon about all this shit."

"Where the fuck is he?" Jon paced across the stage again, throwing his half empty water bottle to the floor, glaring at it as it rolled along, the liquid draining out of it. "How the hell are we supposed to do a concert with no bass player? He's..." Jon paused, looking down at his watch. "Already nearly two hours late!"

Richie shook his head and laughed, leaning back against the wall.

Jon turned on him. "And what exactly are you finding so fucking funny?"

"I thought you were trying to get rid of him."

Jon stopped mid-stride and turned to look at Richie. "Well of course I wanted to get rid of him, but... but... we have a concert to do." His angry expression started to turn sulky, lower lip sticking out in a pout. "'Spose we could manage it without him..." His sulky look turned thoughtful his eyes lighting up. A grin replaced the pout and he laughed out loud. "Richie Sambora, you old dog. You've finally taken the services of our little whore, haven't you?"

Richie said nothing, but a grin spread over his face. He raised an eyebrow at Jon, crossing his arms over his chest.

"What did you do to him?" Jon crouched down in front of Richie, hands on the guitarist's knees, eager expression on his face.

"His room is completely empty," David reported before Richie had chance to respond.

"Yeah, and front desk say he's already checked out." Tico added as he and David sat on the edge of the stage.

"Looks like it worked then," Richie leaned forward, grinning at Jon. "We got rid of him."

"Yeah, we did." Jon returned Richie's grin and pulled himself to his feet. "But we're gonna have to do tonight without bass. You guys cool with that?"

"Sure, we've done it before," David's face darkened.

"Yeah, but this time it's our choice," Tico pointed out, slinging one arm around David's shoulders. "Of course, you know what this means. " He paused, looking at Jon, Richie and David in turn. "We need a new bass player."

All four men grinned widely and Jon pulled out his cell phone. "Alec, hi. How're things. Yeah, good. Don't suppose you're doing anything for... say... the next couple of decades or so are you? You're not. Oh, cool. You know that bass player the record company wanted us to have. Yeah, that's the one. Seems he's done a bit of a runner and we need a new one... Excellent. See you tomorrow."


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