Anshyaa - ANSHY

3 studies from that gay interview

CAUGHT

1989

CW - make-up sex, come in pants, kirk being a creep lmao, tipsy sex

“Christ, James, do you ever shut the hell up?”

Another night of drinking, another night of arguments. Clockwork. Typical. Whatever. Kirk could deal with the shouting on the other side of the hotel wall. He could deal with James’ drunken antics, Lars’ bossiness, the drunk screaming matches… It seemed like everyday was a repeat of the same old structure— play, drink until you’re shitfaced and vomiting, sleep until 1pm, repeat.

He could deal with it, really. Kirk was just tired of it. That’s all. Just a few more minutes, then they’ll get tired and fall asleep, giving Kirk some peace and quiet.

That’s what he kept telling himself all night.

It wasn’t until an ungodly hour of the night which Kirk can’t recall that something changed. Yelling that turned into screaming turned back into yelling which turned into something, well, a little more interesting.

“Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do about it, asshole?”

”I’ll fucking show ya-“

A yelp, and then it was quiet. Nothing except a few inexplicable shifting noises. A silence too different to ignore. Kirk turns his head to check if Jason has stirred in his sleep to the sudden change of noise, but Jason is sleeping soundly with no signs of anything but being in a deep sleep. Kirk stares at him, making a mental note on how lucky he is for being able to sleep through commotion on the other side of the wall.

It only took that short amount of time for the silence to dissipate. Odd shifting sounds turned into small, desperate noises from what Kirk could only assume is Lars on the other side of the room. Intrigued, Kirk removes his gaze from the sleeping boy beside him and eyes the wall. He wonders what he would see if the wall was gone.

The truth is, he’d see something he’d really like. James hovering over a red-faced Lars, whispering dirty words into his ear as his hand slowly traces down the dane’s small body and down to his tight jeans. James would slowly palm his lover before biting down on his neck, making Lars audibly moan. A *clink* of a belt echoes and it doesn’t take long after that for more breathy noises of pleasure to come dribbling out James’ mouth after. Something that could only be described as incredibly arousing.

Kirk sat up quietly, sitting on the edge of his bed before stilling himself to make as less noise as possible. The moans should’ve been his sign to tell himself “Well, I know where this is going now. I should find my earplugs and try to get some sleep.”

But, of course, his curiosity forces him to sneakily eavesdrop on the hot n’ bothered couple— but is it really eavesdropping if they’re being so loud? It doesn’t matter. Kirk’s taken out of his thoughts when he hears an especially loud noise from his friend followed by an incredibly erotic sentence.

“O-oh! Yeah, fuck- put me in my place, James..”

Good god, does he have any shame?

Kirk criticizes him mentally. What Kirk doesn’t take into consideration is that he, too, is shameful when he’s moving to press his ear against the wall to hear more of his friend’s girlish moans and demands. Sure enough, he’s able to hear what his bandmates are up to very clearly. The black haired boy lets out a shallow breath and leans against the wall, screwing his eyes shut while he imagines the two desperately grinding against one another. His mind wandered all over the place. Was James usually on the bottom? Did Lars get on his knees for James often? Was he going to do that next? All unanswered.

Dirty talk and unidentifiable wet noises ensue until a particular obnoxious squelch sound emits from the room.

Lube. Must be lube. They’re about to have sex.

The shy guitarist gulps and finds that he’s slowly becoming stiff in his pants. Guilt washes over him like a tidal wave. He’s really getting a hard-on over his bandmates having sex.. he curses himself. Tells himself he’s a creep, that he shouldn’t be enjoying listening to the couple’s erotic noises. That doesn’t stop him from his legs taking him to the door of his hotel room and placing his hand on the knob, ready to exit the room.

I can’t believe I’m doing this..

It’s already too late to talk himself out of it. Kirk creeps out of the room, leaving Jason alone in the bed. From the empty hallway he can still hear the couple. Except now the groans no longer come from foreplay. The groans turn into squeals and pleads and now there’s a new sound— a bed squeaking.

Kirk’s heart jumps at the realization. Lars and James were having sex. All the way sex. Kirk looks down at the hotel carpet, feeling his cock throb slightly in his pants. He wants to peek so badly. Just a little look won’t hurt, right? They won’t even notice. Kirk moves closer to James and Lars room. He takes a deep breath before slowly placing his now trembling hand on the bronze knob belonging to the door he now stood in front of before slowly turning and opening the door just slightly.

Just as Kirk told himself, the boys are too busy with each other to notice the eyes now laid upon them. And what a sight they were. James’ long blonde mane bounces with each thrust of his hips in tandem with Lars’ small cock from the recoil of his lover’s dick ramming into him. Lars’ face is red and slick with drool and sweat, glistening in the dull light of the room.

It’s enough to make Kirk make a small needy groan of his own. He continues watching the two rut against each other while feeling his own need grow.

“James— oh my god, please, go harder! Harder!”

The bed squeaks faster as James fucks into Lars. The drummer’s chest heaves and his small fingers curl into the bedsheets as his prostate is abused over and over again by the blunt head of his boyfriend’s length. It’s too much and not enough all at the same time. James, on the other hand, is fighting his orgasm already despite only being in Lars for a few minutes. James is unsurprisingly tipsy and the two of them know he cums faster when he’s had a beer too many— and Kirk is about to find out.

Kirk swallows his saliva watching James let out an almost inhuman growl as he speeds up yet again. Lars whines before his eyes roll back as a result. The whole scene is straight out of a porno. With Kirk’s cock aching and the unfolding scene in front of him, the guitarist allows his hand to travel to his crotch. As he gropes and palms himself, he bites his lip to hold back any other accidental noises he may make.

Lars isn’t the same. He clearly doesn’t care who in the hotel hears him, because he allows his jaw to go slack and his voice to create the sexiest moan both James and Kirk have ever heard.

“Lars, fucking hell, you’re gonna make me cum.. fuck!”

James curses loudly, pounding into the boy below him as he chases his orgasm. Kirk’s trembling hand goes faster rubbing himself over his tight pants. James unknowingly works himself into Lars in the same rhythm that Kirk is masturbating with; something that only drives Kirk crazier.

The sex only lasts a few minutes longer before James is about to burst. His hips stutter, eyelashes fluttering and head leaning back before he gives his last few thrusts to Lars. Warm cum spurts inside of the brunette boy as the drummer whines softly. Lars’ own orgasm hits him and he allows himself to cum on his own stomach, following his boyfriend.

Now only the creep behind their door is left. Kirk, who is desperate to come undone, frantically moves his hand up and down his clothed shaft while his spare hand leans on the wall. He no longer cares if someone sees. Doesn’t care if someone comes down the hallway, doesn’t care if Jason comes to see what the commotion is and finds him like this, doesn’t care if James meets eye contact with him—well, fuck, is actually happening before Kirk can even process it.

James half-lidded eyes stare into Kirk’s big brown ones. That’s all it takes, just a fucking look, and Kirk is cumming in his pants. James watches confused yet intrigued as Kirk blows his load right in front of him. A dark wet spot begins to start as Kirk’s legs shake. Kirk’s too blissed out from currently orgasming to process the fact that he’s just been caught peeping on his friends fucking— no, instead, he’s losing himself in public and he likes it.

And as soon as it starts, it’s gone. The squirts of cum come to a stop and Kirk is catching his breath, moving his gaze to the ground and squeezing his eyes shut. He may be a creep, but that was the hottest experience of his life.

James leans down to whisper to Lars.

“I think we were a little too loud.”

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anshyaa

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