Title: Jam Session
Rating: Red
Genre: I do not know well ... Romantic and introspective?
Disclaimer: David and Martina were created by me and therefore my own. ^ ^
Notes: Written for the 4th p0rn fest fanfic_italia
Prompt: Original Rock / Blues / Jazz Jam Session
Words: 3309 (FDP)
JAM SESSION
Rock down the list of names written on the buzzer, beating his foot in the meantime, the rhythm of the song you're listening. She would rather be a thousand times in that space next to the station where - an event! - For a time he performed a group that was not bad, rather than being embroiled in an evening with Jazz and Blues. But when Jazz had appeared that morning in front with a collar amazing, he was found to assent casually without even trying to look into her eyes ... and had been framed!
finally the bell rings and the voice replied the friend, slightly metallic but sensual as ever:
- Who is it? - - Rock -
- Caro, salts as well! Third floor! - Rock
prefer to avoid the elevator in favor of the stairs going up listening to the last decent song of the evening, the good old Rolling Stones. It is more than confident that the three of them will wind up as usual peck on their musical tastes, without ever arriving at any conclusion, still remembers the beatings that he and Blues have traded the last time they crossed a pub . For this reason prefer to avoid it and would continue to do so willingly if Jazz were not so damn stubborn! I just do not understand eviscerated his mania for making Jam Sessions with the two of them!
arrived on the third floor, opens the door left ajar for him and mumbles a greeting. Sees Blues slumped on the sofa, legs crossed on the table and a bottle of beer in hand, while Jazz is not seen: it removes the guitar strap and supports input and then jump on a chair. A safe distance from Blues, of course.
- Jazz is in the bathroom ... refer to the makeup of this shit or someone else from
-Rock woman does not meet even the affirmation of others and finds himself hoping that if the Jazz hurry hurry in whatever you are doing and melt the tension that inevitably created between two of them. He felt in his pockets and pulls out out a battered pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He lights a cigarette and inhaled deeply, listlessly flipping through a magazine abandoned on a table. When Jazz
appears he has already finished his cigarette and Blues is draining a second beer. If the morning had been "so" before the woman, now could pounce on the moment, wearing a dark blue dress with slit neckline and more than generous. As usual, try to deface them with its elegance, as if to give him amused louts and to underline the difference that lies between them and people go hand in hand with which you use.
- Good evening, Rock ... - The voice of Jazz is
low and sensual and he has always made a fool: he now imagine that these words have blown languid ear, leaning toward him and get a glimpse of the soft breast. He sits casually on his legs and Rock can not not feel puffed up with pride, seeing as he has chosen, not blues, posses an arm around her waist and pulling it to itself.
- You know, I'm sorry that you're always so ... reluctant to participate in my evenings. You know, I'm really convinced that they are excellent opportunities to grow in terms of creative and expressive, as well as yourself open to new kinds of music ... How about pick up the guitar now, dear? You know, you've come a little late - Test
Rock Jazz a surge of disappointment when he gets up, but obeys and goes to get his instrument, as she watches from the corner of the eye that Blues is fumbling with a black guitar case that was the first escape. Back when Jazz is committed to fill the goblets of red wine, smiling as always captivating.
- I thought a nice toast could help us get started in harmony and dissolve old grudges -
The two boys did not seem too convinced, but still take the glasses that the girl's hands and toast "To the Music." After all, how many frictions may arise between them, the music unites them indisolubilmente deep: for all of them is something vital, without which they could live. Rock does not play the guitar is cool because like many kids, not by Blues harmonica do the alternative, and Jazz ... Well, whoever hears he can see how important it is for her singing and how good, though prefers to take a personal approach to singing rather than give in to the pop songs that everyone knows.
Rock set the glass down on the table of dark wood and embraces the guitar, ready to start: unlike the other two hardly ever improvised, so expect a few tips, but does not arrive. They seem to be waiting to himself, staring at him. He feels the heat in the face salirgli and, embarrassed, he finds himself wondering what needs to be red at this time.
- So, rocker, how about you start? -
Just as feared ... but to admit that he does not know where to start would be to give ten thousand or more points in Blues. They decided for once not too much teasing and decides to give a jolt to the impasse in forming a sigh of relief by Rock: Blues began to beat a rhythm with his hands, which now joins the great jazz, and orders the other guy "G major". It obeys
Rock, still feeling his cheeks burning. At his acoustic guitar after a while joined the harmonica, piano, unnoticed, with a grace and a lack of invasiveness that would never have imagined on the part of Blues, and after a final round even began singing jazz in a voice thick and dark, in which Rock is sure it might drown.
is quite pleased with the result that they are getting: sure, not sure who is doing the rounds that go so well, and is not even sure I was right to enter a solo when the other two were suddenly silenced. Maybe he should stop playing it too, here, maybe it was what they wanted. It clings to the guitar as if it were his only salvation and continues to look alternately looking for Blues and Jazz help. You have succumbed to the curse of Jazz languid eyes: he is not made for these things! He likes to play on a stage with in his group, after trying every song till you drop to make sure it is perfect!
- Does not work like that, Rock ... You have to let you go - The
Rock music stops suddenly and he played by himself, before laying next to the guitar though, unable to hide a bit 'of relief. If, before the voice of the Jazz seemed sexy, now would not even know to find the words to describe the Blues. That girl is insinunante and sinuous, while he has the voice hoarse from the smoke and sing and extremely low vibration. Rock looks uncertain, seeing him stand up and coming toward him, apparently became aware of its many inner anxieties.
- What do you do? -
- Get you a massage, my dear! So maybe I can relax a bit 'and empty your testaccio this from the thousand thoughts that agitate and to finally play in a decent way, damn it! - Rock
can not help but laugh at the imitation that makes Jazz Blues, and probably thinks that for the other this is already a first step, but becomes rigid again when the boy tries to lift her shirt.
- Hey, what are you doing? -
He realizes that the note of panic in which voice makes it ridiculous, but the Blues always seemed ambiguous among other things. If he is alone on stage makeup, for example, the other is rather normal for the evening: at this time, for example, has a thick pencil edged eyes.
- A massage! I told you! Expect that you may do so with the shirt? What are you, a virgin so that you feel ashamed? -
Fortunately Jazz Rock can intervene before replying and rests a hand on his arm, smiling like to apologize for the behavior of his friend. Then she puts her hands on her hips and pulls my shirt slowly, looking into his eyes all the time. Rock could not swear that he did it on purpose, but has felt the pressure of his nails on a nipple ... and has retained hardly a groan as he surfaced instinctively to his mouth.
Blues began to massage him blasted on how taut and the kind of life you lead, because obviously it depends on what all the tension. Rock listens absently, sipping a glass of wine in the meantime Jazz brought him: not the first time a man gives him a massage, but it is the first time he does a great man as Blues. Despite the make-up, his hands are calloused and strong: his, for example, have calluses caused by the same reason - the guitar - but arisa not have the same wilderness.
- Hey, how about me a bit 'to put on this damn chair? To do a fucking massage to you, I'm destroying me back! -
Rock can not do with embarrassment and jumps up again immediately. Lost in the massage was almost forgotten by him who was doing! Blues sees that sits in the chair to where he was sitting just before him and looks uncertain about where it should sit down now ... on the ground, perhaps? Arros to die when the guy waves him sit between her legs open wide, but obeys. Jazz has now gone to put on an old turntable and vinyl in rustling he is certain to see her laugh a little, without lose his air of superiority, seeing her embarrassed face.
- is finally beginning to be a little more relaxed. You see, when you play you can not make you one thousand apparently because these will close in a world from which the other musicians are excluded. You groped to open yourself to the world, welcome you into the energy flow out to others and yourself by your own. I'm not a fucking believer, but you have groped to be in communion with the world. Got it? -
Rock can not do anything but nod. Think I understood what the other one is trying to communicate, even if we would have expected a discussion of a similar depth by anyone other than the crude Blues as it has always been labeled. Perhaps, he thinks satisfied with grumbling when the boy doggedly on a particularly tense point in his back, should reconsider its position. Although not yet fully understand the reason for that massage.
- You have to throw in the toilet a bit 'mental barriers of prejudice and stupid in practice ... You would never have imagined here to get a massage with "that big cock of Blues," right? Yet there you are. Maybe I do not like the madness you and your buddies when you scream on stage and posing as a cool and I would rather play street for children and old men who are curious about the passegiatina evening, but do not unnecessarily critical, I could not tell you why I like this side of you, but they are also willing to get to know you and appreciate your other sides. Even get a massage. So for tonight, try to let go a little 'with us ... -
blows Blues Rock of the last words in his ear, beginning to stroke his belly with light circular movements, so that the boy can not completely misunderstand his words meant exactly what the other felt. We exchanged a look of understanding with Jazz, who sits on the couch in front of them with that smile on your face always slightly mocking.
Rock stiffens in his hands and Blues is forced to stop petting him to return to relax, taking on the massage his shoulders. He never imagined that that was so close and grumpy, so little reluctant to let go! In short, in the end most of the concerts he does with his friends see them in an ambiguous, more or less explicit, and now you are just a few caresses are enough to make it stiffen like a girl at her first time!
- What I said just now? Disconnect the damn brain every now and let yourself go! I promise you that tomorrow you can start over to get me to punch him, okay? But try to listen to me for one, fucking time! -
The boy would reply, but is not sure what to say, but certainly can not afford to be silent in the face as the words of Blues. So while he dithers Blues took advantage and began to kiss her neck, stroking his chest, then his lips quivering, trying in vain to put words together to make sense.
Rock arches her head back, leaning against the shoulder of the other, not miss the chance to have the best of his neck, licks, kisses, bites. Suddenly, his strengths are tender. Do not know why, if both just want to try something new - because in spite of what he says Blues a man has never given even a kiss - or want to let the boy take care of him, as it does not happen a long time. Usually he is having to take care of the girls he dates, cuddled and viziandole.
A kiss ... here is what he wants. Turning to Blues inevitably rubs against his burgeoning erection, given the position in which they are forced from his chair, and looks amazed at his face drawn with pleasure, his deep blue eyes that close for a while. He approached slowly to his lips and begins to nibble Blues plan, taking with him the last vestiges of uncertainty: the other, however, does not hesitate and grabs his neck and kiss him to take it against, finally. Rock finds himself thinking that the way to kiss perfectly aligned Blues: passionate and instinctual as to seem almost animalistic. Blues
does reside between his legs and starts to slip further down with his hands, to the edge of his jeans. The nibbles at his ear. The fleeting caresses from above his pants. It rubs indecently against him for what he can from where they are. Blues Rock kisses her neck, is committed to give him a hickey on her neck and sees the escape Jazz session composed on the couch, watching them quiet as you watch any television program ... Shit, he had forgotten about her!
- What's happening? Did I not say to ban for a while 'every pour of mind? -
- Yes, but ... - Blues for
groped to understand what is afflicting the guy who shakes his arms and that has tightened again just as things were starting to get more interesting to follow the direction of his gaze and realized that Jazz is a perplexing. In fact, I laugh, if you do not know her so well she disturb him too!
- Do not worry about her ... Although for the time being is excluded from the game, do not think that it is not taking pleasure in his own way. Jazz, come here a moment that the boy needs to be reassured! -
She gets up quietly, careful not to crease her dress. Goes around the table and back to two, then bends in a silent invitation to open the zip of her dress. Rock obeys with a trembling hand and slide your dress on the floor and remains of salt when she turns presenting their eyes covered only by a tiny thong and blacks from the waterfall of hair, shining like his gray eyes.
- On, Rock ... steps to check if our beloved mistress of the house is taking its share of fun tonight or not. I will not lead you by the hand to let you know if it is excited or not, I hope! - Rock
can not help but blush for the umpteenth time in the space of a short evening, but quickly brings his hand between the thighs of Jazz to avoid taking yet another turn. The female family warmth brings a flicker of pleasure in stomach. Deviates panties wet feeling slightly intimidated by the height of the girl and plan introduces a finger inside of her, was undoubtedly excited watching them ...
- Yes, I would say that ... it does not even sorry to Jazz ... -
The girl laughs, sitting cross-legged on the table, his face resting on his hand as to better enjoy the show. Blues whisper "See?" Ear of his prey and then the loose jeans, boxer facendoglieli slide down along with blacks. He began to fondle sex slowly, until the boy moans in protest.
- I go on too calm, you say? But I certainly did not want to risk breaking your little heart so fast! -
The tone used by Blues is quite ironic enough to push Rock to take a minimum of initiative and sit astride him, to take his shirt, kissing him passionately. Comes to risk even a few fleeting caress to his private parts, but Blues is aware that something more difficult to get that night. On the other hand what you're looking for is simply that more melt to be able to put together a decent jam session, not the satisfaction of his sexual instincts, even if some would say no.
This time it's a glimpse of the corner of Blues Jazz, But apparently decided to join them further: now no longer wear the thong is masturbating and watching them with narrowed eyes. The invitation to approach with a wave of his hand, while pointing Rock turn to her. Jazz gentle kisses on the lips, sitting on him. Blues groans, feeling more weight and friction against his erection, and resumed work on the Rock. Shortly after
Jazz Rock gets up and welcomes plan itself. Blues can hear the groans of the two quakes, as it is crushed beneath them, and you wonder how close you can hear me, not just physically. Kiss Rock's neck, stroking his thin chest, he rubs against him in trying to please, and when the two are not able to help but follow them with a sigh, apparently, in the end they managed to find their own harmony ... Contrary to what he had imagined
Rock, Jazz was not immediately rush to the bathroom to clean and dress: he was left naked in their midst, had poured a glass of wine and, with the heavy breathing again, began to sing. The Blues had suffered together, without taking the harmonica, but simply with the voice: Rock the union of these two items is the most phenomenal thing I've ever heard. Are low and vibrating, pierce it and put it into vibration. Instinctively takes the guitar and begins to improvise a rhythmic base, with closed eyes cross-legged on the couch now focused solely on music, from which it is carried away. And beauty shines from its image: the icy Jazz finally seeing how they both let go and finally looks peaceful, fails to ensure that not a single tear ran down her face.
Blues, Jazz and Rock Jam Session to continue their all night until the morning exhausted they fall asleep in the lounge. There are clothes and musical instruments scattered around the room, but the most important thing is that the three serene sleep next to each other: as written by Da Chen, you can not consider your enemy as a person if you six trusted her so much by sleep together. When you wake up the Jazz once again wear his cool mask and Blues and Rock will be taken finally to blows, but the harmony that has formed between them is unbreakable.
And with this history I have also earned the first punticino! ^ ^ Should be emphasized that since the first lemon I wrote, made me suffer more than a little! In addition, the hot part is also quite poor but I'd say XD at least I tried, and from now on I will tell my players, 'Look, I tried, but the lemon really can not do it for me. "
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