First part is in my AO3 book. Requested by PancakesLife my writing has been really shitty lately I'm so sorry

The moment Patrick and Pete leave the van to head toward the bathrooms, Joe has shut the door and swings around to straddle me, lips attacking mine and hands on my jaw as he bites and sucks on the deliciously soft skin of my lips. I have to think quick to keep up with his pace, hands gripping his hips and fingers running through his hair.

I'd seen the obvious fucking bulge in his jeans for a while and the thought of it put the same thing in mine so here we are and finally Pete and Patrick are gone. I know they'll be there are a while, too.

"Andy, fuck," Joe whimpers, "let go for a sec."

I quickly comply, watching as he comes forward a little more, hands on my shoulders before he finally begins grinding down on my crotch, making me thrust up and immediately attach my lips to his neck.

The feeling of the stimulation in his jeans and my tongue dancing over his quickly swelling skin sends his head back as he continues to give me the best damn lap dance he can. It feels amazing but I want more.

Once I'm satisfied with the mark in his neck, I glance out the window to see jay neither Patrick nor Pete are showing signs of returning soon.

"I wanna fuck you." I breathe, "Do you think they'll be back soon."

"I'll take the chances." Joe murmurs, "Get in the back seat."

I follow him back, unbuckling my seat belt and taking a seat in the back where the windows are shaded and nobody would be able to see inside.

"How are we doing this?" I ask, tugging off my shirt and throwing it to the back before getting Joe's.

"Uhh... sit down and lean the seat back a little, I'll ride you like that."

"Sweet," I breathe, groping his ass through his jeans once his shirt is off and on the floor while I mouth at the tattoos decorating his arm.

"Shit." Joe moans into my neck, struggling to get my jeans off as I suck another hickey on the other side of his neck, hands gripping his hips.

"Jesus, fuck." I push Joe away to finish off my jeans and finally just get to his. Once the clothes are off, I pull him down on my lap, on the seat, shifting it back the slightest, then grinding up on him while kissing his lips aggressively.

He hums into my lips but I quickly take control and tug back his hair, forcing my teeth into his neck and making him cry out in pain and pleasure.

"Gentle there, Andy, Jesus." He whispers.

I lick up the small bits of blood that came to the surface and finally just kick off my boxers, followed soon after by Joe's.

"Lube?"

"It's in the back, just use spit." He replies, grabbing my hand. He pulls three fingers in his mouth, looking me straight in the eye and watching the look of interest that crosses my face.

By the time he's satisfied, he pulls up and positions my fingers at his entrance and lets me do the rest of the work, working one then two fingers in. He's fairly tight mostly because we haven't fucked in at least a couple weeks but he eventually stretches out to accommodate a third finger and by then, he's moaning above me, shutting his eyes and kissing down my neck, breaths labored and fast as I plunge my fingers as deep as they'll go and rake against his prostate, making him cry out and thrust back down.

"A-Andy," he breathes, blue eyes shut and jaw clenched, "If you don't fuck me in the next minute, I will fucking leave this bus and never have sex with you again."

I smile and finally just nod, grabbing a condom from the cup holder and ripping it open while Joe spits in his hand and begins jerking on my protected length. Once it's lubed as well as we can get it, Joe crawls forward and looks behind himself to line himself up and finally begins to sink down, the tightness squeezing me just right.

"J-Joe," I choke out as he continues to slide down slowly, "Holy fuck."

He smiles a little as I bottom out and winces when I begin thrusting up. He gets used to it eventually, though.

My hands go to his hips and my lips to his neck. He goes limp in my arms, letting me guide his hips down on my cock and letting me suck a third hickey into his neck until we've made a manageable pace.

"Oh shit, fuck, Andy," Joe gasps, "God, you're sooo biiiiggg."

I chuckle a little, knowing he's a little bit of a size queen and when I first took his virginity, he had been pretty dazed the entire time and wouldn't stop staring.

"Yeah?" I breathe, bucking up, "You feeling full there, Babe?"

"Yeaaaaah." Joe whines, "Fuck harder, please."

I watch his cock twitch and finally pay him some mercy and begin jerking him in fast strokes, hands squeezing him tight to increase the friction until Joe is a moan mess under me.

"Oh, shit, shit, shit, Andy, your cock." The guitarist whines.

I slap his ass an watch as he rides me on his own, hands gripping my shoulders with his back arched and his head thrown back. I'm pretty sure I hit his prostate somewhere in there because he starts changing the angle and moaning louder, almost screaming.

My breaths become more and more unsteady as I find myself coming closer and closer to the edge, each thrust making my stomach tighten more and more and before I know it, I'm spilling into the condom with a low grunt and he's crying out soon after, cumming into my hand.

"So good," I breathe, pulling out, "Hold on."

I reach over and grab my shirt before wiping up his cum and throwing it back then tying off the condom and throwing it out the door.

"Gross, Dude." Joe grimaces. I only shrug and kiss him before grabbing our boxers.

"Patrick and Pete will be back soon, better get dressed," I reply, handing his over and watching him get dressed before covering myself with my jeans and then heading back to the driver's seat. Once Joe gets his (clean) shirt on along with his jeans, he sits in my lap again and kisses my lips gently.

Whoosh.

"Shit, uh..."

I look up to see Patrick with a red face at the door and Pete right behind him, Patrick's hair an absolute mess.

Joe crawls off of me, blushing himself while Pete takes a seat in the back and Patrick sits beside me.

"Let's just go." Patrick blushes.