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We're owl exterminators

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Red Left

Red Left
Pairing: Jay James/Matt Tuck
Rating: NC-17
POV: Jay
Prompt: 19: Bandanas
Warnings: Fisting
Notes: So I was working onn a Feederism fic, which was meant to be my next one, but I stalled massively. So I figured try doing something else and well, here we are.

I noticed that Matt had taken to wearing a red bandana a few shows back. I'd not thought anything of it at first, but now ccuriosity had gotten the better of me. After all, it had to mean something right?

So I did a search for 'pocketed red bandana' and the results that came up, well they certainly confirmed it had a meaning, but probably not what I'd have expected.

It meant fisting. And it's positioning meant he wanted to fist someone. I swallowed. Did he knew what this meant? He had to.

I closed my laptop and bit my lip, not sure what to do with this new information.


"That's it..." Matt purred in my ear, one hand running along my bare back, while the fingers of his right worked on my hole. "I know you can take it. I know you're a fucking filthy slut." I groaned, finding myself nodding as he worked his thumb in alongside his fingers.

My dick ached and I let out another moan, my whole body arching up. "Ugh Matt..." I groaned as he sank the rest of his hand fully into me.

"Fuck... you should see how your hole just... takes my fist." He whispered, his voice awed. "Just goes to show how much of a whore you are." He paused speaking, moving his hand inside me, which made me groan, not able to form a coherent thought. "I should wear your arse down." He twisted his wrist as he spoke. "Then slut you out, see how many guys would fuck your sloppy cunt." Another twist, pushing his hand in deeper. "Then I'd have to fist out all the cum..."

I awoke with a start, gasping and aching hard. Fuck. I'd have to talk to him about this. After dealing with my hard-on of course. I reached down between my legs, taking my dick in hand and starting to wank, the imahes from my dream fresh in my mind.


Getting Matt alone was turning out to be surprisingly hard. This wasn't exactly a conversation I wanted to have in front of the others after all. And of course, at this had to be the venue where there'd been interviews lined up, both with all of us and Matt alone. Then it was a quick soundcheck and rehersal. Before I knew it it was time for the show to begin and I was heading out, bass in hand, his red bandana swaying as he moved before me.


"Look how well the little slut takes it." Matt purred, pushing his fist fully up my ass, a groan leaving my lips. I heard murmors of approval from the guys around me at his words. I looked up at them, slightly dazed by his movements. The three nearest guys, all completely naked and rock hard, were Moose, Padge and Calvin but I knew they weren't the only ones.

"Oh yes, won't be long until he can take em both man." Moose grinned and I groaned, squirming at the thought. I couldn't take both fists... could I?

Matt chuckled from behind me, circling his wrist. "Soon he will." I let out a whine, by cock bobbing between my legs. "In the meantime feel free to shoot your loads over him. Or even in that sweet little whore mouth of his." On every other word he moved his hand, groans leaving my lips.

A hand fisted in my hair, pulling my mouth to one of their cocks, Padge's and I soon had it lodged down my throat. Besides my groans, my ears were filled with the sounds of cocks being stroked. I sucked Padge's thick cock the best I could as with Matt's hand moving around inside me.

"That's it, use the dirty dirty slut..." I groaned around the cock in my mouth, feeling cum land on me from one of the other guys...

I gasped as I woke again. Fucking hell. I reached down, needing to deal with my stiff cock while the images were still fresh in my mind.


Ok, today we had no press so I should be able to him alone to talk to him. Thankfully that wasn't too difficult. He headed into the venue, so I followed him inside. "Hey Matt! Can I talk to you for a second?"

"Sure man, what's up?" I bit my lip, pulling him into the nearest empty room. "Oh I get it, you want a quickie huh?"

"I... er... not exactly." I swallowed, feeling myself blush at his words. "I wanted to ask you something actually, about that red bandana of yours?" He raised an eyebrow, studying my face. "I was wondering... if you knew what it meant?"

His lip quirked into a smirk and I knew in that moment that yeah, he absolutely did. "Yeah I do. Do you?" He asked, wetting his lips. I nodded and he leaned in close towards me. "What is it Jay?" He whispered, his voice low which made me squirm a little. "You want me to fist you?"

I bit my lip again, nodding. "Yeah. Yeah I do."

He chuckled, licking his lips and reaching around me, squeezing my arse. "Alright. Not here though. Tonight at the hotel."

I nodded and with that, he turned and left me alone in there.

Well that went better than expected.


I was very thankful that I'd asked him about this on a hotel night. It meant we at least had a private space to do this. I'd have hated for it to hapen on the bus when the others could have just walked in on us. Ok, sure that'd be hot if they reacted like they did in that second dream but there was no guarantee of that.

So now we were at the hotel, the four of us in the lift making our way up to our respective rooms. "Can't wait to rest in a proper fucking bed."

Moose chuckled, shaking his head as the doors opened, the four of us heading out. "Yeah I'm sure rest is exactly what you have in mind."

Padge flipped him off, but grinned. "Yeah and I'm sure you're not thinking the exact same thing." He stopped in front of one of the doors, using the card key he'd been given for their room. "Night you two."

"You too." Matt grinned, watching as Moose followed him in. "Have fun." The door cosed and he made his way to the next room, playing with the card key in his hand. "Not as much fun as us." He whispered, winking at me before opening our own door, pushing his way in.

I followed behind him, closing the door behind us. "I take it you've never been fisted before?" He asked as he set his bag down, rummaging into it for a tube of lube.

I shook my head no. "I haven't.... but I've been unable to think of anything else since I found out what the bandana meant."

He grinned at me, licking his lips. "I was wondering who'd be the first to ask about it. Not surprised it was you. You are a cockslut after all." He smirked, licking his lips as he set the lube down on the bed. "Strip." I nodded, reaching down to pull my t-shirt up and off. "Few things. You call me sir and do exactly what I tell you to, which I know you're really good at so that should go without saying." He paused for a moment, setting his bandana on the bed beside the lube. "Now since this is the first time I want you to be absolutely sure that you remember what the word is to stop."

"Bullet sir." I replied and he nodded with a smile. It had been something we agreed on when we first started as a band, since it was easy to remember. Naturally when we started hooking up it extended there as well, though I couldn't remember actually ever using it or hearing the others using it.

"Good, now finish stripping and get on the bed." He studied me perching on the edge of one bed, watching as I undid my fly and pushed my jeans down, stepping out of them and then removing my trainers and underwear. My dick was semi hard and he smirked at the sight. I bit my lip and came over to the bed, laying down across it on my belly.

I heard the bed creak as he got up from it, followed by the sounds of him removing his own clothes."Now, reach down and hold yourself open. I wanna see that sweet slut hole." I nodded and did as he asked, grasping my ass cheeks and pulling them apart. "Oh yes, can't wait to stretch that little hole open. It certainly needs it." I felt him spit on my opening, a groan leaving my lips. "Well don't worry slut, you'll soon be nice and filled." I heard him pop open the tube of lube and spread it over his fingers.

A few moments later I felt a finger press against my opening, the slick digit probing into me. I let out a low groan and I heard him chuckle. "Such a slut." He purred, pressing a second finger in alongside it, another moan leaving my lips. He worked them in and out of my ass, twisting them and opening me up for more. "Oh yes, I can already tell you're going to look so fcking good with my fist inside you." He purred the words, thrusting his things in deep, adding a third. "Oh yes, your arse was made to be filled slut. " He opened and closed his fingers in my hole, moans escaping my lips. "I'll have to make sure it's filled more as well as much more regularly." I nodded, pushing my hips back, my cock hard and aching against the sheets beneath me. He let out another chuckle, slowly removing his fingers, a whine leaving my lips.

"Patience slut." He spat on my back., grabbing my wrists and holding them together behind me. With one hand he bound my wrists and I knew without seeing that the soft material was the bandana that started it all.

When Matt finished binding my hands, his hands left me before I felt him squirt some more lube over my hole. I let out a low groan as he thrust his three fingers back up my arse, my eyes lidding. With one hand on my lower back he worked his and his hand into me, his thumb pressing against his palm. A low groan of pain left my lips at the intrusion. Fuck, it hurt, but I wanted it. No, needed it. "Please..." I whispered, voice slightly cracked as I tried to rock my hips back. "Need it..."

"Eager little slut, so desperate to be filled." He chuckled and complied, easing his hand the rest of the way into me, until... fuck. I let out a soft gasp, feeling him sink his hand wrist deep into me. "Fuck..." He whispered, voice awed as he slowly circled his wrist. "So hot..." He whispered the words, his fingers starting to flex inside me just like they had in my dreams. My whole body squirmed, my cock twitching with arousal against the sheets. I groaned as his movements caught my spot, making my dick ache all the more. "Mmm slut, bet I can make you spill without even touching your cock." I groaned as he twisted his fingers, nodding against the bed.

He leaned down, and I felt some of his hair brush against my back as he kept moving his hand. "Yeah you little whore, don't you worry this is going to become a regular thing for you." He flexed his fingers and I moaned, unable to form words of my own to respond. "I'm gonna work your hole until I can just slide my fist right in, without needing to fucking stretch you." Another moan left my lips and he chuckled. "Yeah, you like that bitch? You want a worn out hole for all the world to see?" I gasped, finding myself nodding as he circled his wrist faster. "Cum. Cum for me you dirty whore."

I cried out his name, my entire body arching off the sheets as I came hard, spilling over the sheets. "Good cunt..." He pulled out his hand and I whimpered at the loss of it, my whole body sliumping against the sheets. "Pity I don't have a plug to fill you up with, but I do have a dick that needs sucking."

He promptly moved around the bed, wiping his hand over the sheets beside me as he did, until climbed up on it. He grasped my hair, lifting my head up to shift his thighs either side of it, his own hard-on filling my view. I did what I knew he wanted, even though I was breathless from my own orgasm. I wrapped my lips around his cock and started to suck, trailing my tongue along his length. "Mmm that's it you perfect little cocksucker. Fuck you were made for this." He growled out the words, fingers threaded through my hair as I worked him.

After a few bobs of my headhis body stiffened and he tightened his grip, his cum spilling hot and thick down my throat. I swallowed every single drop of his salty seed, until I felt his fingers slacking and cock start to soften. He pushed my head off him, panting as he reached down and undid the bandana, tossing it aside. "Wanted his fist someone for ages." He said between soft intakes of breath. "So fucking glad it was you."

I smiled and nodded, feeling my stretched arse twitch. "Never realised I wanted it until I realised what the bandana meant then... fuck I needed it." I looked up at him, my head resting on his thigh. "Hope you meant what you said, about working me open more."

He smirked and licked his lips, his eyes sparkling as he met mine. "Oh yes. You eager little slut, we certainly will." He ran his fingers through my hair and I closed my eyes, the tiredness from performing finally catching up with me. My last thoughts were of if there was somewhere to get a plug near here, because fuck I needed one.
Tags: 35 fics, bullet for my valentine, fic, jay james/matt tuck, slash
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