Slow Ride. ©9811.27 Chaoticworks Inc.

Title: Slow Ride
Author/pseudonym: Nytshaed
Fandom: FAUST, and ANGEL.
Rating: Rated NC-17 for Sex: homosexual, illicit drug use.
Status: Complete.
Archive: On Chaoticworks.com only. No part may be reposted, published or reproduced without written explicit permission of the author.
E-mail address for feedback: nytshaed@ix.netcom.com
Series/Sequel: So far just a PWP.
Other websites: http://www.chaoticworks.com/fiction/
Disclaimer: AJ belongs to Chaoticworks, Inc, and Punky belongs himself. This is a work of FANTASY fiction, it never happened, and can NEVER happen.
Notes:
Summary: Two Rock Gods play around after a concert..
Warnings: None.

AJ snuggled back farther into the warm leather seat that held him. He looked across the rear seating area of the limo at his companion, and a supressed smirk became an explosion of laughter. His contemporary joined in the laughter as the silliness of their backstage antics now struck them. The ANGEL show was over, and now they were headed to Studio 54 to continue the party.

"You fucking ROCKED tonight!" AJ said sticking out his fist, and Punky stuck out his own clenched fist tapping it on top of AJ's and AJ then returned the action. Punky smiled at AJ, a wicked glint in his deep brown eyes. He pounded his fist on AJ's again. AJ returned the pound, and gave him a sly smirk. Punky touched his fist to AJ's again, then slowly the fist opened, and he ran his long slender fingers over AJ's tanned hand. AJ looked into Punky's eyes, and relaxed his hand to lace his fingers in Punky's. With a gentle tug of his hand, Punky took the cue and slipped from his seat to kneel on the plush floor of the limo. AJ did likewise. Moving like mirror images of each other, they knelt in the large open area between the bench seats at the back of the limo, and laced the fingers of both hands in each others. With arms held out to their sides, their mouths met in the middle and tongues entwined.

The startling physical resemblance between the two was eerie. Both were tall, slender Rock Gods with ebony hair and legendary endowments. AJ liked Punky's look so well, instead of innovating this time, he imitated. The black eyeliner feathered around his lavender eyes, made him all the more androgynous, and all the more delicious. Punky was made up the same, and his mane of black hair was like AJ's, styled to perfection.

As they kissed, AJ slid a knee between Punky's thighs, parting them and stopped just short of his crotch. He slowly rubbed his knee against the firming bulge he found there, and listened to Punky moan. He lifted his and Punky's hands upward then deposited them around his shoulders. Letting go of Punky's hands now encircling his neck, he slipped his hands around Punky's slim waist. Turning them both sideways without breaking the impassioned kiss, AJ dropped onto his back, pulling Punky down on top of him. Punky wiggled down to lay between AJ's leather covered thighs, and rubbed his hardon against the one he felt beneath him. Both sighed with growing lust, and AJ broke the kiss to brush aside Punky's hair from his neck to place first a kiss, then a nip. Punky shuddered, and laughed quietly.
"No marks."

"Party Pooper." AJ growled before returning to nibbling. He ran his tongue over Punky's skin tasting the saltiness of it. Ignoring the request, as he always did he moved to a spot on his neck that his hair would easily cover, and bit down again. Punky moaned louder this time and pumped his hips slowly against AJ's. Only this stirring sensation broke AJ's mouth from Punky's neck to let a gasp escape. He quickly looked over to the side at the sights of New York City rushing by the one-way tinted glass, and reached over to press the intercom button to the driver's compartment.

"Take the long way to 54." He said in a slightly raspy voice.

"Will the 45 minute route do sir?"

"Yeah." AJ replied then shut the intercom off. He looked back up at Punky as he slowly lifted himself up off of AJ, and ran his hands down over AJ's chest. He paused to unzip the butter soft black leather jacket AJ was wearing, and ran his hands over the black spandex tank top he wore underneath. AJ smiled, and leaned his head back, resting it on his folded arms. He smiled. Subliminal suggestion was not going to be needed here. He took a deep breath, and relished the mixture of pleasures he was feeling. Punky's touch, and a Quaalude washed down with some JD was just what the doctor had ordered.

He shivered when he felt Punky give his nipple ring a hard pinch, and bucked his hips reflexively. Punky smiled and did not keep him waiting as his hands slid down to unfasten the snap and zipper on AJ's leather pants. He watched as the zipper purred along it's metal track, rising and cresting over AJ's bulging cock beneath. With the zipper descended, Punky slid his hands to the tops of the jeans, and with a hip lift from AJ, easily slid them downward to his knees. He giggled when he felt the ticklish sensation of Punky's long hair brush against his bare hips, then moaned when his warm mouth slid down over him. He moved his hands from behind his head to grasp hold of Punky's long hair to guide his depth and rhythm. Another long sigh escaped his lips as Punky worked his way up and down his length. Punky needed no guiding, he had obviously done this before.

AJ gasped as the fingers of Punky's right hand caressed his balls, and gently slid a finger inside of him. He tightened his grip on Punky's hair and held his face tightly to his belly in a deep throat. AJ shivered.

"Yeah... Oh yeah..." He purred.

Punky did not fight the grip, and AJ released his hold a few seconds later and Punky resumed moving his mouth up and down AJ's shaft. As his rhythm began to pick up speed, AJ moved his hips to counter stroke. Punky added a second finger, and began to work them around inside of AJ. In the back of his mind AJ knew what Punky was working towards, and at this point as high as he was, he didn't care.

Punky hooked his tongue in the stainless steel ring in the head of AJ's cock and gave it a tug. AJ cried out, and grabbed hold tightly of Punky's head again. He held him tightly pumping his mouth up and down him to his rhythm, then as Punky added a third finger, and began thrusting them into AJ in time to his thrusts he moaned aloud, and bucked his hips a final trio of times. AJ grunted as he shot his load down Punky's throat, and trembled with the release.

"Yeah... oh yeah... yeah. That's it... That's it..." He muttered over and over until he at last grew silent, and laid there while Punky swallowed him, then licked him clean.

"Mmmm lover.... Wonderful" AJ purred as he ran his hands through Punky's hair, then released him. He kept this eyes closed but he could hear Punky sit back and unzip his own jeans. He was buzzing from head to toe. Every nerve in his body was alive.

He ran his tongue over his lips to wet them, and smiled when he felt Punky's mouth on his. Punky kissed him long and slow as he pulled his jeans down off of his hips. When they were down far enough he broke away from kissing AJ and placing his hands on his AJ's hips he guided him to roll over.

Sleepily AJ complied, he leaned on the back bench seat of the limo, resting his head on his folded forearms, and purred in the back of his throat when he felt Punky slip his thighs between his own, and spread them wide. Angel soft fingertips ran up and down AJ's sides, and leaning forward onto him, Punky pulled AJ's long hair to the side and pressing his face into it, smelled the aromatic Jasmine scent it held. As Punky began to gnaw away on the nape of AJ's neck, he used his right hand to guide the head of his cock to AJ's loosened opening.

"Lube?" He whispered in AJ's ear, snaking his left hand over AJ's chest to pinch the nipple ring again. AJ gasped, and his mind reeled as he tried to think. Finally memory coalesced, and he reached to his left, and opened a small cabinet door in the side of the limo. His eyes were still closed, but he only felt around a moment before finding the tube. He handed it to Punky, and after coating himself well, Punky held AJ's left hip in his left palm, and used his right thumb to first penetrate AJ, and work the Lube into him. AJ moaned and arched his back. He gripped the seat with his hands, and when Punky felt him let out a long slow breath, and relax, he took him.

Punky was just as endowed at AJ, and a whimper slipped out as Punky pushed into him slowly. AJ's hole stretched around the thickness of him, and he groaned under Punky as his body accepted him. Only Swan had Topped him before, and Punky had much more than Swan ever hoped to. At that moment he was mildly grateful for the anal dildoes Swan used on him. Punky would have hurt him much more if he had not been prepared for such.

Once he was fully sheathed in AJ, Punky grasped AJ's hips and pulled him down onto him hard. AJ let a cry escape at the hard thrust, and he wished he had been gagged. Punky began to thrust in and out of him in hard, deep thrusts. AJ felt the deepness and force of each one, and bit down on his lower lip to silence himself.

Punky reached up and brushed AJ's hair aside to begin gnawing on the back of his neck again. Each time AJ went to remind him not to mark him either, Punky drove himself deep into AJ's body, making him let loose a whimper instead. AJ began to pant, and rising up from his leaning position he sat upright, and used his hands to steady himself on the seat against Punky's thrusts.

Punky moved his mouth from AJ's neck when he had left a large rosy mark under his hair. It would match the crimson Love Bite AJ had left on him. Moving his hands to AJ's hips again for leverage. He pumped in and out of his pseudo twins body until he felt himself near release. Digging his long fingernails into the soft flesh at AJ's hips, he pumped him unmercifully until AJ cried out aloud pleading for easing.

"Easy man.. easy..."

In reply, Punky raked his fingernails across AJ's hips and down the outside of his thighs making him shiver at his touches. A moment later, he drove a final series of fierce thrusts into AJ, then shot his hot load deep into him.

"Uhm.... Uhm.... Uhm...." He grunted with the final thrusts, then leaned forward to bite down a final time on AJ's neck as he pressed him down against the limo seat and claimed him as his own, for that moment anyway.

When the tremors of his orgasm had subsided, he grasped hold of AJ's long hair and giving it a cruel yank, twisted it to the side so he could kiss him again. AJ returned the kiss, and shivered when Punky's body left his. He leaned against the seat, his head again resting on his hands, and sat down on the plush carpet on the floor of the limo. It was a small consolation to the throbbing pain radiating from where Punky had been inside of him. He ached up into his gut, and looked up only when he felt Punky's hands on the sides of his face. Looking into Punky's bottomless brown eyes, he accepted the tender kiss that was offered. Returning to the sit on the seat a moment later after pulling his jeans back up and reclosing them, AJ looked lazily over at Punky with his eyes half closed.

"I forget. Who was gonna be the groupie?"

"You will always be MY groupie." Punky sneered, then pulled AJ's face to his. Forcing his tongue into AJ's mouth he kept pushing until he had pushed him onto his back on the seat and laid on top of him once again. He broke the kiss to whisper in AJ's ear.
"Don't ever forget my pretty one, we are STARS."

End.