30 Greedy Lover

Back at Richie's house, Jon dropped his bag by the front door, there wasn't anything in there that he needed for the rest of the night so he let it be.

"I'm hungry." He announced.
Instantly Richie pulled him closer and started nibbling his neck. "So am I."
"Alright but can we have dinner afterwards?"
"Of course we can. I won't starve you."
"Great, now bedroom." Jon commanded.
"We'll get there." Richie started moving his hands up under Jon's shirt.
Jon for once, smart enough to figure things out on his own, pulled his shirt off.
Richie smiled. "We needed a shower, didn't we?"
"Not right now."
"After then." Richie suggested.
"After you get food."
"Food first or after?" He nibbled Jon's neck again.
"Orgasms, you order food and then we can shower while we wait, how's that?" He summed it up and avoided calling it sex.
Richie pressed his hard on against Jon. "Works for me."

Jon pulled him back to continue their kissing as Richie kissed him passionately again, walking back to the stairs until Richie bumped his heel on the bottom step and stopped kissing. Instead, he dragged Jon upstairs with him and up to the bedroom.

Before he knew it, Richie pushed him up against the now closed door and kissed him hard. Jon's only response excisted of groans and grinding back against Richie.

Richie kissed down his new again, nibbling as he went, his hands going to Jon's pants. He suckled on a nipple while wrapping his hand around Jon’s cock. Looking for more friction, Jon pushed into him.

His assault by hand didn't last long as Richie kneeled down in front of Jon and took his cock in his mouth. Unexpected for Jon, he groaned and hold on to Richie's hair. He could feel Richie's hand behind, finding that spot again but he didn't move in very far, knowing he didn't have any lube right on hand.

That extra little touch made Jon explode.

Richie swallowed every drop, he looked up at Jon, remembering his own hard on, he stood up and kissed Jon hard again, making him taste hmself.

Jon pulled out of the kiss after only seconds, he didn't need to know how he tasted.

"Gonna help me out here?" Richie asked, pressing himself and therefor Jon against the wall.
"Thought we were gonna shower?"
"You said this first." Richie reminded him, grinding against him again.
"We did this."
He pressed his hard on against Jon again. "We?"
"Me."
"What about me?"
Jon shrugged, he had a better idea. "Dunno, shower?"
"Fine." Richie let go and pulled him to the shower.
"What?" Jon asked confused.

Richie started the shower and willed his erection away, he felt like Jon didn't really care anyway. He got in the shower and payed no attention to him anymore.

Jon followed into the shower right away and got the shampoo, then reached over to do Richie's hair. He had a better idea but Richie pulled away from him.

Jon sighed. "Come on, I'm working things up here." He tried.
"More like ignoring them when they're already worked up."
"I can ignore it completely if you like that better." Jon threatened.
"You might as well have. I didn't take you for a greedy lover."
"No? There, you learned something new." Jon said sarcastic, he had an idea going that he wanted to try out.
"Apparently."
"So, you're not gonna let me?" He asked confused.

"Do you even actually want to?" Richie finally turned to face him.
"Yes, othrwise I wouldn't have started that." He wasn't going to explain his entire plan.
"If you really did, you would've reciprocated."
"I'm trying to!"
"Reciprocating would’ve been doing what I did for you." Annoyance was clear in Richie's voice by now.
"I was working on that but you pulled away." Jon pointed out.
"You pulled away first."
Again, Jon sighed. "'Cause I wanted to do this, here."

Richie closed his eyes and calmed down, feeling stupid again but he remained silent.

"What? Want me to leave?" Jon asked after a bit.
Richie looked down at their wet feet. "Sorry. I'm overracting."
"What?" Jon asked, still confused about it.
"It’s been awhile alright? It’s just getting back into a relationship like this again."
"So what do you want me to do?"
"Forgive me for being an idiot at the worst possible time?" Richie asked carefully.
"Didn’t know you needed to be forgiven for that or even apologize for it."
"I'm being stupid. Again."
"Never." Jon insisted.

Richie looked back at their feet again, he couldn't agree to that.

"So..." Jon tried but nothing happened.

Finally Richie looked up again.

"I'm sorry I keep screwing this up."
"Will you stop saying that?"
"But I-"
"Stop it." Jon said firmly.

He wanted to continue their shower and figure out his idea and how it might work out but again Richie kept silent and looked away from him. He didn't have that much patience either.

"Fine." He threw his hands up and got out of the shower. Angry at Richie for continuing to feel sorry for himself, he got a towel and left.

29 Show Time

Richie watched Jon from behind the stage, paying attention all the moves he was making. He could swear Jon was shaking his ass even more than usual.

It took until the end of Keep The Faith for Jon to return backstage, Richie was waiting for him, by now very turned on from not having to focus on playing guitar and completely focused on Jon.

Jon bounced down the stairs and pulled Richie into his quick change room, kicking everyone that was waiting for him out.

As soon as everyone was out Richie pulled him right against him, shoving his tongue down his throat. Jon had the exact same thing on his mind and kissed Richie back very passionately.

There wasn't much time before Jon had to go back on stage, Richie pulled his shirt off, knowing Jon had to change anyway. He loved the fact that Jon was all hot and sweaty and kissed down his neck, his hand going right for his pants.

"Don't have time for that." Jon managed to say.
"Not even a quick handjob?" He shoved his hand down Jon's pants, wrapping it around his cock.

Jon groaned and didn't protest anymore.

Richie kissed him deeply again and started jerking him off fast

Jon's only reaction was more groaning, he was very turned on already and very close because of Richie's fast movements. When Richie squeezes harder he couldn't hold back any longer and let go.

Too focused about getting back on stage, he didn't pay attention to Richie grinding against him, he needed to go and tried to.

Richie growled at him, he wasn't letting Jon go without having his own release. Jon growled back and pulled his jeans open.

"You better hurry."
"Won't take long." He assued him and already started thrusting into Jon's hand.

Jon only stroked faster, the show was waiting for him.

Finally he could hear Richie approach his orgasm and groan through it.

He quickly wiped his hand on a towel while Richie fixed his pants and got him a clean shirt.

"Get back to work." He grinned.
Jon took the shirt and put it on. "Jacket."
Fixing his own pants first, then handed Jon his jacket. "don't know why you need it.
"Looks better." He said as he ran out, pulling his jacket on while going on the stairs.L
"Does not!"

The next time Jon walked off stage, the entire band followed him but he went into the change room alone.

"I can’t tell which I like more, being on stage with you, or getting to just watch you."

"What about watching me change?" Jon asked as he took his shirt off.
"I do like that more."
"Great." He concluded and got another shirt. "I'll be done soon and we can go back to your place."
"And get back out of the clothes all over again." He smiled.
"I was gonna change here after the show..." He pulled on his clean shirt.
" But if we’re going back to my place, you’d just take them off right away anyway. Or I’d take them off for you."

"Oh really? I have to go."

"Then let's go." Richie suggested.
"Watch the band some more." He knew everyone was around and didn't dare say that he could look at his ass.
"Just have to do an encore do you? Well hurry up." Richie rushed him.
On his way out and on the stairs, Jon shouted back. "Always."

The next time Jon got off stage they walked bacl to the dressing room, talking to the guys about how the concert had gone before going into his dressing room to undress again. Of course Richie watched him.

"There's a shower in here." Jon suggested.
"Is that an invitation?" Richie moved closer.
"It is." Jon said, going into the bathroom.

Richie followed him and yanked his shirt off. Jon had turned on the shower and was looking for towels before getting in.

"Don't have shampoo or soap." He hadn't found any in his search.
"Then we’ll just have to have another shower when we get back to my place then eh?"

"There’s just no other option." Jon pulled him closer.
"None at all." Richie kissed him, holding him very close, his hands moving down to grip Jon's ass, while Jon did the same to him.

Richie groaned into the kiss, grinding against Jon, who grinded back excitedly. Equally arouses, Richie moved a hand between them, wrapping it around both their cocks to ceate more friction.

"That's why you have big hands." Jon said.
Richie chuckled. "It's convenient."

"Hurry up Jon, we have to-" Matt knocked as he opened the door, stopping when he saw the two of them together.

Jon looked at his youngest brother, too shocked and dumbstruck to say anything.
As it seemed, Matt was feeling the same way.

Richie pulled Jon closer. "Give us a couple minutes."
Matt tried to recover from what he was seeing. "Uh..."
"Get out!"
He snapped to reality when Richie yelled. "Right. Sorry." He turned around and pulled the door closed behind him. Shaking his head as he walked away.

Seeing Jon was still shocked, Richie squeezes his cock to get his attention again.

"Huh?"

"We’ll have to finish this back at my place won’t we?" Richie asked.
"Think so."

"Let's go then." He turned off the shower, kissed Jon again and grabbed their towels.

They dried off, Jon a little slower than usual and got dressed again.

"Ready?"
"Yeah, let's go." Jon agreed.

On the way back to Richie's car, they said their goodbyes to everyone, letting security know they were going home.