he scolded. "Behave yourself." Then leaning in close he whispered, "Only if you want this."

"Do it, you bastard."
All--Do it to me! Do it to me! Do it to me!

Smiling, Robert straddled Simon's waist. He bent close to his friend, his lips brushing Simon's in a feathery caress. When his friend didn't respond he deepened the kiss, his tongue darting and licking. Finally Simon parted his lips, whimpering softly.
Crow (Makes whimpering noises like a puppy)

Robert thrust his tongue between them, seeking his bandmate's, his hands stroking his hair.
Tom-Is it just me, or is all this stroking and hands getting a little confusing?
Mike-It's you, Servo.

Slowly he ground his hips against Simon's in a seductive rhythm. His friend moaned softly, hands twisting above his head, then suddenly he bucked up sharply against Robert.
Tom-Robert has to stay on the whole eight seconds to win the rodeo!

The sudden push of Simon's rigid cock against his made Robert moan. He ground down against his friend, Simon's cries making the resulting lustful ache in Robert's groin worth it. "Ahhh...Robert...you're torturing me!"
Crow (As Simon)-Spank me like a bad puppy!

"Then behave."
Mike (As Austin Powers)-Oh, behave!

He made quick work of the buttons on Simon's shirt, baring his chest to Robert's hungry gaze. That finished, Robert gently caressed the exposed flesh, reaching up to give Simon's hard nipples a sudden sharp pinch. Simon yelped in surprised pain, then glared at his friend, a little frightened. He'd never known Robert to show cruelty in their passion. Even when Simon had hit him. Perhaps that was what this was about.
Tom-Tell us what it's all aboot!

"Robert...Robert, listen to me. I know I've been a bastard at times." Simon looked at his friend imploringly, but all he saw was implacable lust.
Mike-Get your implacable lust at Fiction Records!

In answer, Robert gracefully moved off Simon's waist to kneel at his side.
Crow-Will his tongue reach from there?
Tom-I'll bet that's what Simon's thinking?
Mike-Well, if you?ve ever seen the video for High, then you know the answer!

Slowly, he trailed one hand down his friend's bound form, relishing
Crow-And ketchuping, and mustarding...

his friend's reactions. In spite of his fear, Simon twisted and moaned in his bonds
Mike-Bonds. James Bonds.

under Robert's attentions. Robert held his brown eyes captive as his hands moved with agonizing slowness down his friend's lean body. Suddenly pissed at himself and Robert, Simon bit down on his lower lip hard. He wouldn't give Robert the satisfaction of hearing him moan again!

In answer, Robert's fingers teased the waistband of his trousers.
Tom-(As Robert's fingers)-Nyah nyah nyah nyah!

Simon squeezed his eyes tightly
Mike-Now that's gotta hurt...ewww!

as his friend toyed with his belt buckle. "Open your eyes, Simon," Robert purred, slapping his friend's cheek lightly once more. When Simon obeyed, glaring daggers at his lover, Robert lightly traced the contours of his friend's hard, straining cock
Tom-It obviously needs more fiber!

through the thin fabric of his trousers. Simon bit his lip bloody trying to hold in a keening whimper, his hips lifting to meet Robert's hand.

Crow-Simon's hips, meet Robert's hand. Robert's hand, these are Simon's hips?

Robert licked his lips then leaned forward to lick the thin trickle of blood from Simon's lip, relishing his friend's soft moan. Robert slowly pulled down Simon's zipper with his teeth, relishing
Tom-And chutneying, and salsa'ing?

his friend's surprised gasp, the gasp becoming a cry as Robert briefly nuzzled his exposed cock before sitting back up, shushing Simon's protest with a kiss.

"Tell me what you want."
Mike-Well, figure it out! What is this, the bloody inquisition?
Tom-No one expects the Spanish Inquisition!

Simon looked up at his friend, unable to believe his ears.
Mike (As Simon)-I?m sorry, ears--you've lied to me far too often!

Suddenly he gave a short laugh,
Crow-As opposed to a tall one?

which turned into a soft cry as Robert teased him with feather light caresses. "R-robert," he stammered, his growing arousal making it hard for him to speak. "You-you know what I want!"
All-(singing) What I really really want!

Robert's eyes were smoky with desire as he leaned down to whisper, "Yes I do. But I want to hear you say it, Si."
Tom (As Simon)-It!
Mike-No, no! That word! Suffice to say, tis the only word we Knights Who Say Ni! cannot bear to hear!

When Simon's dark eyes narrowed rebelliously,
Tom (breathing like Darth Vader)-We will crush the Rebellion!

Robert chuckled, the wicked sound sending a shudder through Simon's restrained form. With a slow smile, Robert kissed and licked his way down Simon's body, bringing a constant stream of low moans from his bound bandmate.

When he reached his destination, Tom-He was lucky he got there at all, what with being delayed by bad weather and poor connections out of O'Hare!

Robert held his lips away for seconds, feeling Simon's restrained form quiver, trying to thrust his hips forward into the warm, moist confines of his friend's lush mouth.

As Robert lowered his head, Simon moaned, long and loud, the moan becoming a cry as Robert's lips gently kissed the head of the inflamed organ, leaving a smear of lipstick-crimson on scarlet.
Crow-A new shade from L'Oreal.

"Tell me what you want, Simon," he repeated, his warm breath caressing Simon's swollen shaft.

"Damn-damn you Robert!" Simon hissed between clenched teeth. He cried out, the sound too loud in his ears
Tom-Too loud in his ears? As opposed to what, too loud in his-
Mike and Crow-Tom!
Tom-Oh come on, I was gonna say eyes!

as Robert teased his engorged member
Crow-This story should have a sign reading Engorged Members Only!

with snake-like flicks of his tongue. Unable to stop himself, he thrust his hips up, but Robert was too quick for him.

"Tell me what you want Simon, and it's yours," Robert told him, his cheek resting on his friend's hip, his hair tickling his bare skin. Those blue, blue eyes, gazing up into his, dark with passion, lips oh so close to where he needed them most.

As Simon watched, Robert's tongue slithered out to lick at his scarlet lips. That did it. The last of his control shattered,
All-KEEEE-RASH!

(Tom starts humming Disintegration)

Simon pleaded with his friend in a near whimper. "Robert, please, your mouth?please, I need it, oh Robert please, suck me! Please--ohhhh!"

Simon cried out, thrusting deeply into Robert's mouth, sobbing with pleasure as his friend's lips formed a hot, wet seal

(Mike claps his hands making seal noises)

around him. He was only vaguely aware of Robert's triumphant chuckle as he pleasured his friend, tongue flicking and stroking as Robert moved his head back and forth. Slowly at first, then faster, meeting Simon's frenzied rhythm as he writhed and bucked, moaning. "Robert! Ahh, god, ohhhh...!"

Simon nearly screamed his frustration when Robert abruptly pulled his mouth away. Robert silenced him with a warning glare, them stripped his pants off, then Simon's. All Robert had between him and nudity was a pair of black silk boxers. He smiled as Simon devoured him with his eyes, then climbed to his feet atop the bed.
Tom-Body slam!

Simon looked up at his friend, puzzled, then shocked as Robert held onto the headboard for balance and placed one foot, gently but firmly, atop Simon's chest. Robert looked down at his friend and saw the emotions warring there-fierce pride, anger, lust, love.
Crow-What about greed, sloth, envy?

Simon looked back, seeing those things reflected in his friend's eyes, He understood, and spoke a single word.

"Yes."

Robert accepted his best friend's surrender and lay between his legs. This time there was no teasing as he took Simon's still hard cock into his mouth, sucking and licking him into a moaning frenzy. Robert, aroused by Simon's passion, moaned as well, writhing against the bed as he moved harder, faster, one hand reaching between Simon's legs to cup and massage his balls.
Mike-Is it just me, or am I th only one without anything to say here?
Crow-No, it's just you.

The combined caresses quickly sent Simon towards an incredible orgasm, his legs wrapping themselves around his friend's neck as he threw back his head, every vein and tendon on his neck standing out as he gave a near-scream of ecstasy, his climax washing over him in a huge dark wave.
Crow-This story is so dark!
Mike-But not Too Dark.

Robert gently pulled his mouth away from his friend's still-quivering organ then moved him to straddle Simon's chest once more. He leaned forward and kissed Simon deeply, sharing his taste with him
All-Ewwwwwww!

until Simon whimpered softly. "Ahh...Robert... you..." Robert nodded then stripped off his boxers. Simon smiled almost sweetly as Robert moved forward.

A sudden pounding at the door startled them both nearly witless. "Simon? Are you all right? I thought I heard you yelling." It was Perry, his voice fraught with concern and, the friends would have sworn a hint of knowing amusement.
Tom-So does that mean he's amused and he knows it?

"Hold on, Perry," Simon called as Robert hastily untied his wrists. Robert finished then ducked
Mike-And goosed, and swallowed--
Crow-He already swallowed!
Mike-Crow!

gracefully into the bathroom. Simon rolled off the bed,
Tom-(thud!) Ow!

yanked on his pants, then stumbled to the door. He took a deep breath that became an artfully feigned yawn as he opened the door.

Perry eyed him with a cheeky grin. "Well... that must have been some dream!" Simon bit back a smirk.
Crow-This story really bites!

"It was. Why don't you come in, and I'll tell you all about it?" His smile was just short of predatory as Perry walked inside.