The Advantages of an Empty Touring Van
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hidethekeyTitle: The Advantages of an Empty Touring Van
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ian and Marshall
POV: Third
Summary: The other guys go out to get some food and Ian and Marshall take advantage of the empty van. (basically just smut)
Disclaimer: I don’t own the Cab. The only claim I have is that I met them in July and they were rad. I don’t think they actually do this. So. Yeah, not real.
Author’s notes: This one comes before my story, Epically Awesome and Supertastic Rules of the Touring Van. It is definitely not necessary to read this, so don’t worry about that.
Ian pulled Marshall back as he made to follow everyone out to the diner around the corner from the venue. He turned back, eyebrow raised and lips pursed. Marshall was curious; why was Ian stopping him from eating? Usually his boyfriend was forcing food into his body because he was ‘too damned skinny’, not like Ian could really say anything about it. He was a little thicker than a stick, but still not far off from stick-like ness. “Ian?” he asked.
Ian pressed into him from behind, his breath hot on Marshall’s neck, “Empty touring van means Ian and Marshall time.” Ian ran his lips over Marshall’s neck, nipping at a spot that Ian knew made Marshall moan.
“But, Ian, food,” Marshall replied through the shivers that made their way up his spine. “You know, nutrition? Something to fill us up, keep us going?”
“Forget food,” Ian purred. He licked a strip over Marshall’s skin and Marshall shivered. “We have an empty van. It’ll take them at least an hour to eat so we have loads of time. We haven’t been alone in weeks.” Marshall felt Ian bring his hand down, down to Marshall’s waistband and slip just the tips of his fingers underneath.
Marshall was thinking back over the past few weeks and Ian was right. They hadn’t had any time alone together recently and it was truly unfortunate. Marshall knew about the van’s rules. He’d given them their ridiculous name, but the fact that there were rules against this sort of thing hadn’t stopped them before. They just… they hadn’t gotten a chance to be together lately.
Sure, there had been secret hand jobs, hurried blowjobs in the waiting rooms at the venues but this was a very small scale tour, most of the venues didn’t even have waiting rooms. At the ones that did, they had to share the rooms with the rest of their band, the various techs and sometimes even the other bands. At all the other stops, at least one person had stayed behind after the set instead of going out so they were never left alone. This time though, this time everyone was gone and that left an empty van open for Ian and Marshall to break some rules.
“Fine,” Marshall sighed. He pressed himself into Ian and kissed just below his ear. “I will deny my body food and nutrition for you, but you’d better make it worth it, Mister Crawford,” he said.
Ian grinned and moved forward to press his lips against Marshall’s. “Don’t I always?” he asked.
Instead of replying, Marshall led Ian to the van. He opened the door and inconspicuously shoved Ian inside. Shortly, Marshall joined his boyfriend in the back. Ian wasted no time in cupping Marshall’s face and pulling him forward for a long, deep kiss. He wasted no time either in stripping Marshall and himself down, out of their stage clothes, which were mostly just their normal clothes except that night they’d been worn on stage. Marshall knew that this would be messy and sloppy and quick but he wanted Ian now and he didn’t care how it happened as long as it did happen. He bit at Ian’s lower lip and sucked it in. Ian gripped at his shoulders and pulled him forward. Marshall followed easily, landing on top of Ian and just kissing him harder.
Ian’s hands came down over Marshall’s back to grip his ass. Marshall thrust forward against him and buried his hands into Ian’s hair. “God I wish we could do this more often,” Ian breathed against his lip.
“Me too. I think we should do it now,” Marshall replied because he didn’t want to be talking about having sex with Ian when he could be having sex with Ian.
“Brilliant idea, baby,” Ian replied. He kissed Marshall again and brought his hands back up to Marshall’s hips. “Lube?”
Marshall untangled one of his hands from Ian’s hair and reached into his bag. “In here.” He shifted his stuff around a little bit more and found the small bottle. He passed it to Ian who moved his hands from Marshall’s hips and took the bottle from him. He licked over Marshall’s jaw line before opening the lube and spreading it over his fingers. Marshall thrust against him again. “Patience, Alex,” Ian chided gently.
“No, now. It’s been too long,” Marshall replied. “I want you fucking bad, fuck.” Marshall nipped at his neck and chest, leaving marks behind as evidence of their rule breaking. Ian brought his slicked up hand down, hovering over Marshall’s back, to Marshall’s entrance. “God Ian,” Marshall growled, “c’mon.”
Instead of replying, Ian just pushed a finger inside of Marshall. He grinned as Marshall moaned. He moved it around a little, making sure to stretch him out well because it had been a while since they’d actually had the chance to do this. He pulled back and pressed another finger in when he deemed Marshall ready.
Ian stretched Marshall for longer than was really necessary. He liked doing it: he liked scissoring his fingers inside of Marshall, he liked brushing the digits against Marshall’s prostate and he especially liked it when Marshall cried out because of it. Finally, when he had Marshall begging for more, pleading for more than Ian’s fingers, he pulled them all the way out and reached for a condom.
“Ian, fuck, hurry the fuck up,” Marshall demanded. He lay down on his back and spread his legs out for Ian. The shorter of the two leaned into Marshall, kissing him deeply, nibbling his lip and sucking in his tongue. He climbed on top of Marshall and pressed his hips flush against Marshall’s bony ones. He thrust against his lover a few times while kissing him before pulling back and finally opening the condom, rolling it on and lubing up his dick.
Once he was ready, he leaned into Marshall. He pressed his lips against Marshall’s in a fiery kiss as he lined himself up. Slowly, too slowly, Ian pushed himself inside. “Oh god,” Marshall said against Ian’s lips as he continued to push in. “Fuck, fuck fuck…” Ian loved hearing Marshall curse. The idea of such filthy words coming from such a pretty mouth was the biggest turn on for Ian. He shifted his hips, burying himself inside of Marshall. Ian groaned. He’d forgotten how good this felt, how good Marshall felt. He didn’t want to have to wait like this again. He’d make sure they got a hotel room to themselves on the next night they stayed in one. He’d make someone sleep in the van if he needed too. Hell, he’d make Marshall sleep in the van with him if he needed to. He wanted to make sure they’d actually have some time together again. Unfortunately, until then, they’d have to settle for quickies in bathroom stalls and dressing rooms.
Soon, Ian was sure that Marshall was adjusted. He could tell by the demanding look on his lover’s face. Ian grinned at him as he began to thrust shallowly into Marshall. The taller of the two closed his eyes and moved his hips in time with Ian. The guitarist brought his hands down, one to Marshall’s hip and then other between them. He grasped Marshall’s dick and squeezed it. Marshall gasped, “Ian!”
“Mmm Marshall…” Ian growled. He started moving quicker, pushing into Marshall’s tight heat. Ian wanted more but he didn’t want it to go too fast. He wanted to make it last because he didn’t know when they’d get to do this again. Marshall wasn’t making it easy though, not with the way he was pushing up his hips and thrusting into Ian’s fist. Ian pushed in a little harder and Marshall let out the sweetest, dirtiest noise Ian had ever heard. “Oh god,” Ian responded.
Marshall groaned again as Ian started kissing and licking over his neck. He was pushing up against Ian quickly, panting in short breaths. Ian knew that despite the fact that he wanted this to last, it wouldn’t. Marshall was getting flushed and his hair was sticking to his forehead. He brought his legs up and wrapped them around Ian, getting a better position. Ian knew to shift a little bit as well and then he was hitting Marshall’s prostate and jerking him off in earnest. Ian felt Marshall’s orgasm as it hit him, Marshall’s muscles squeezed around him almost painfully. Ian didn’t hesitate. He knew that if he waited too long, Marshall would start getting uncomfortable with him being inside.
Ian let go of Marshall’s cock and took hold of his hips. His fingers dug in and he knew there would be little marks on the pale skin by the next day. There always were. He thrust in hard, over and over until he could feel his toes curling, until he could feel the build up. He bit down on Marshall’s shoulder as Marshall’s muscles continued to squeeze him. Ian knew he’d leave another mark on Marshall’s collarbone but he didn’t care. He didn’t care if the rest of the band knew what happened because he was with Marshall and he was just about to get off. Nothing else seemed important at that very moment. A few more thrusts and Ian was coming hard, seeing white behind his eyes and collapsing on top of Marshall. They both breathed deeply and Ian wrinkled his nose. “It smells like jizz in here,” he complained.
“Shut up, you liked it,” Marshall said after a little while. It was kind of delayed but that didn’t really matter either. He ran his hands up Ian’s back. “But you need to get out; it’s starting to feel weird.” He pushed Ian’s shoulder gently and Ian pulled himself back up and out. He took off the condom and then fell back onto Marshall. It was right about then that Ian noticed something that could possibly be really bad.
“Alex? We have a problem, well, we might have a problem,” Ian said, “Did you get spunk on Singer’s sleeping bag, because we’re totally on it. If we made a mess, he’s going to kill us.” Ian rolled over and pushed himself up on his elbows and motioned Marshall to move as well. He inspected the sleeping back and his mouth fell open. “Oh my god, you got it in My Little Pony’s eyes. Singer is going to kill you.”
“In her eyes? That’s so fucking rad. We just… we can’t tell him. We’ll clean it up and not tell him and every time Singer and Cash go anywhere near it, we’ll laugh about it. Oh my god, this is so funny,” Marshall grinned at him.
“Marshall, oh my god, he’s going to… this is so funny. Oh my god, I love you.” Ian started out giggling about it but by that point his laugh was full and it surrounded them both.
Marshall had been giggling at Ian, amusement obvious on his face until Ian said those words. He stopped laughing altogether and just peered at Ian curiously. It was at that point that Ian realized what he’d said. He stopped his laughter immediately, leaving them both surrounded in an awkward silence. He’d never told Marshall that he loved him before. He’d known for a while, Marshall was hard not to love, especially when he spoiled Ian so much, but he’d never put the feeling into words. Suddenly, Ian was nervous. He wasn’t sure how Marshall was going to react to the statement and he wasn’t sure it was going to be good. He looked down, at his hands, and hoped that he hadn’t messed things up.
He felt fingers in his hair, brushing through the messy curls and then a strong hand on his chin, forcing him to look up. Ian looked up into Marshall’s eyes but looked away immediately. Marshall didn’t look angry or disappointed but Ian still couldn’t look at him. “Ian,” he said. Ian didn’t respond, he didn’t know what Marshall wanted him to say. “Ian, I love you too.”
Then there were lips on his, gentle and soft, and Ian was kissing back, bringing his hands up to Marshall’s hair and pulling his head closer. The two of them were too caught up in each other by that point to notice a suspiciously Cash-like figure run away from the van with a sneaky grin on his face. Ian kissed Marshall softly, lazily, and lovingly, glad that he’d said it finally and glad that Marshall returned his feelings.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ian and Marshall
POV: Third
Summary: The other guys go out to get some food and Ian and Marshall take advantage of the empty van. (basically just smut)
Disclaimer: I don’t own the Cab. The only claim I have is that I met them in July and they were rad. I don’t think they actually do this. So. Yeah, not real.
Author’s notes: This one comes before my story, Epically Awesome and Supertastic Rules of the Touring Van. It is definitely not necessary to read this, so don’t worry about that.
Ian pulled Marshall back as he made to follow everyone out to the diner around the corner from the venue. He turned back, eyebrow raised and lips pursed. Marshall was curious; why was Ian stopping him from eating? Usually his boyfriend was forcing food into his body because he was ‘too damned skinny’, not like Ian could really say anything about it. He was a little thicker than a stick, but still not far off from stick-like ness. “Ian?” he asked.
Ian pressed into him from behind, his breath hot on Marshall’s neck, “Empty touring van means Ian and Marshall time.” Ian ran his lips over Marshall’s neck, nipping at a spot that Ian knew made Marshall moan.
“But, Ian, food,” Marshall replied through the shivers that made their way up his spine. “You know, nutrition? Something to fill us up, keep us going?”
“Forget food,” Ian purred. He licked a strip over Marshall’s skin and Marshall shivered. “We have an empty van. It’ll take them at least an hour to eat so we have loads of time. We haven’t been alone in weeks.” Marshall felt Ian bring his hand down, down to Marshall’s waistband and slip just the tips of his fingers underneath.
Marshall was thinking back over the past few weeks and Ian was right. They hadn’t had any time alone together recently and it was truly unfortunate. Marshall knew about the van’s rules. He’d given them their ridiculous name, but the fact that there were rules against this sort of thing hadn’t stopped them before. They just… they hadn’t gotten a chance to be together lately.
Sure, there had been secret hand jobs, hurried blowjobs in the waiting rooms at the venues but this was a very small scale tour, most of the venues didn’t even have waiting rooms. At the ones that did, they had to share the rooms with the rest of their band, the various techs and sometimes even the other bands. At all the other stops, at least one person had stayed behind after the set instead of going out so they were never left alone. This time though, this time everyone was gone and that left an empty van open for Ian and Marshall to break some rules.
“Fine,” Marshall sighed. He pressed himself into Ian and kissed just below his ear. “I will deny my body food and nutrition for you, but you’d better make it worth it, Mister Crawford,” he said.
Ian grinned and moved forward to press his lips against Marshall’s. “Don’t I always?” he asked.
Instead of replying, Marshall led Ian to the van. He opened the door and inconspicuously shoved Ian inside. Shortly, Marshall joined his boyfriend in the back. Ian wasted no time in cupping Marshall’s face and pulling him forward for a long, deep kiss. He wasted no time either in stripping Marshall and himself down, out of their stage clothes, which were mostly just their normal clothes except that night they’d been worn on stage. Marshall knew that this would be messy and sloppy and quick but he wanted Ian now and he didn’t care how it happened as long as it did happen. He bit at Ian’s lower lip and sucked it in. Ian gripped at his shoulders and pulled him forward. Marshall followed easily, landing on top of Ian and just kissing him harder.
Ian’s hands came down over Marshall’s back to grip his ass. Marshall thrust forward against him and buried his hands into Ian’s hair. “God I wish we could do this more often,” Ian breathed against his lip.
“Me too. I think we should do it now,” Marshall replied because he didn’t want to be talking about having sex with Ian when he could be having sex with Ian.
“Brilliant idea, baby,” Ian replied. He kissed Marshall again and brought his hands back up to Marshall’s hips. “Lube?”
Marshall untangled one of his hands from Ian’s hair and reached into his bag. “In here.” He shifted his stuff around a little bit more and found the small bottle. He passed it to Ian who moved his hands from Marshall’s hips and took the bottle from him. He licked over Marshall’s jaw line before opening the lube and spreading it over his fingers. Marshall thrust against him again. “Patience, Alex,” Ian chided gently.
“No, now. It’s been too long,” Marshall replied. “I want you fucking bad, fuck.” Marshall nipped at his neck and chest, leaving marks behind as evidence of their rule breaking. Ian brought his slicked up hand down, hovering over Marshall’s back, to Marshall’s entrance. “God Ian,” Marshall growled, “c’mon.”
Instead of replying, Ian just pushed a finger inside of Marshall. He grinned as Marshall moaned. He moved it around a little, making sure to stretch him out well because it had been a while since they’d actually had the chance to do this. He pulled back and pressed another finger in when he deemed Marshall ready.
Ian stretched Marshall for longer than was really necessary. He liked doing it: he liked scissoring his fingers inside of Marshall, he liked brushing the digits against Marshall’s prostate and he especially liked it when Marshall cried out because of it. Finally, when he had Marshall begging for more, pleading for more than Ian’s fingers, he pulled them all the way out and reached for a condom.
“Ian, fuck, hurry the fuck up,” Marshall demanded. He lay down on his back and spread his legs out for Ian. The shorter of the two leaned into Marshall, kissing him deeply, nibbling his lip and sucking in his tongue. He climbed on top of Marshall and pressed his hips flush against Marshall’s bony ones. He thrust against his lover a few times while kissing him before pulling back and finally opening the condom, rolling it on and lubing up his dick.
Once he was ready, he leaned into Marshall. He pressed his lips against Marshall’s in a fiery kiss as he lined himself up. Slowly, too slowly, Ian pushed himself inside. “Oh god,” Marshall said against Ian’s lips as he continued to push in. “Fuck, fuck fuck…” Ian loved hearing Marshall curse. The idea of such filthy words coming from such a pretty mouth was the biggest turn on for Ian. He shifted his hips, burying himself inside of Marshall. Ian groaned. He’d forgotten how good this felt, how good Marshall felt. He didn’t want to have to wait like this again. He’d make sure they got a hotel room to themselves on the next night they stayed in one. He’d make someone sleep in the van if he needed too. Hell, he’d make Marshall sleep in the van with him if he needed to. He wanted to make sure they’d actually have some time together again. Unfortunately, until then, they’d have to settle for quickies in bathroom stalls and dressing rooms.
Soon, Ian was sure that Marshall was adjusted. He could tell by the demanding look on his lover’s face. Ian grinned at him as he began to thrust shallowly into Marshall. The taller of the two closed his eyes and moved his hips in time with Ian. The guitarist brought his hands down, one to Marshall’s hip and then other between them. He grasped Marshall’s dick and squeezed it. Marshall gasped, “Ian!”
“Mmm Marshall…” Ian growled. He started moving quicker, pushing into Marshall’s tight heat. Ian wanted more but he didn’t want it to go too fast. He wanted to make it last because he didn’t know when they’d get to do this again. Marshall wasn’t making it easy though, not with the way he was pushing up his hips and thrusting into Ian’s fist. Ian pushed in a little harder and Marshall let out the sweetest, dirtiest noise Ian had ever heard. “Oh god,” Ian responded.
Marshall groaned again as Ian started kissing and licking over his neck. He was pushing up against Ian quickly, panting in short breaths. Ian knew that despite the fact that he wanted this to last, it wouldn’t. Marshall was getting flushed and his hair was sticking to his forehead. He brought his legs up and wrapped them around Ian, getting a better position. Ian knew to shift a little bit as well and then he was hitting Marshall’s prostate and jerking him off in earnest. Ian felt Marshall’s orgasm as it hit him, Marshall’s muscles squeezed around him almost painfully. Ian didn’t hesitate. He knew that if he waited too long, Marshall would start getting uncomfortable with him being inside.
Ian let go of Marshall’s cock and took hold of his hips. His fingers dug in and he knew there would be little marks on the pale skin by the next day. There always were. He thrust in hard, over and over until he could feel his toes curling, until he could feel the build up. He bit down on Marshall’s shoulder as Marshall’s muscles continued to squeeze him. Ian knew he’d leave another mark on Marshall’s collarbone but he didn’t care. He didn’t care if the rest of the band knew what happened because he was with Marshall and he was just about to get off. Nothing else seemed important at that very moment. A few more thrusts and Ian was coming hard, seeing white behind his eyes and collapsing on top of Marshall. They both breathed deeply and Ian wrinkled his nose. “It smells like jizz in here,” he complained.
“Shut up, you liked it,” Marshall said after a little while. It was kind of delayed but that didn’t really matter either. He ran his hands up Ian’s back. “But you need to get out; it’s starting to feel weird.” He pushed Ian’s shoulder gently and Ian pulled himself back up and out. He took off the condom and then fell back onto Marshall. It was right about then that Ian noticed something that could possibly be really bad.
“Alex? We have a problem, well, we might have a problem,” Ian said, “Did you get spunk on Singer’s sleeping bag, because we’re totally on it. If we made a mess, he’s going to kill us.” Ian rolled over and pushed himself up on his elbows and motioned Marshall to move as well. He inspected the sleeping back and his mouth fell open. “Oh my god, you got it in My Little Pony’s eyes. Singer is going to kill you.”
“In her eyes? That’s so fucking rad. We just… we can’t tell him. We’ll clean it up and not tell him and every time Singer and Cash go anywhere near it, we’ll laugh about it. Oh my god, this is so funny,” Marshall grinned at him.
“Marshall, oh my god, he’s going to… this is so funny. Oh my god, I love you.” Ian started out giggling about it but by that point his laugh was full and it surrounded them both.
Marshall had been giggling at Ian, amusement obvious on his face until Ian said those words. He stopped laughing altogether and just peered at Ian curiously. It was at that point that Ian realized what he’d said. He stopped his laughter immediately, leaving them both surrounded in an awkward silence. He’d never told Marshall that he loved him before. He’d known for a while, Marshall was hard not to love, especially when he spoiled Ian so much, but he’d never put the feeling into words. Suddenly, Ian was nervous. He wasn’t sure how Marshall was going to react to the statement and he wasn’t sure it was going to be good. He looked down, at his hands, and hoped that he hadn’t messed things up.
He felt fingers in his hair, brushing through the messy curls and then a strong hand on his chin, forcing him to look up. Ian looked up into Marshall’s eyes but looked away immediately. Marshall didn’t look angry or disappointed but Ian still couldn’t look at him. “Ian,” he said. Ian didn’t respond, he didn’t know what Marshall wanted him to say. “Ian, I love you too.”
Then there were lips on his, gentle and soft, and Ian was kissing back, bringing his hands up to Marshall’s hair and pulling his head closer. The two of them were too caught up in each other by that point to notice a suspiciously Cash-like figure run away from the van with a sneaky grin on his face. Ian kissed Marshall softly, lazily, and lovingly, glad that he’d said it finally and glad that Marshall returned his feelings.