The Things We Do For Fame {Altheras/Hatchet}

[Altheras]

Luke was a famous rock star. His band was on the front of every magazine in the country and often topped the charts. It had been this way for the last five years, their most recent two albums achieving great success. Being the main face of the band wasn't easy, and he had an image to uphold.

As much as he loved his fame, money, and fans, he had to live a double life to support it all. He was gay, he had been all his life, but that was something he just didn't feel comfortable sharing with the public. The vast majority of his fans were female and all of them constantly fawned over the fact that he was single and, supposedly, straight. It gave them fantasies and ideas about him that made him uncomfortable, but it was also those fantasies that helped draw in the biggest pay days.

For the last year he had been seeing a guy. Things had been getting pretty serious between them lately, but in spite of that Luke tried very hard to keep the media from catching wind of it. If they went out to eat together, they had to pretend it was a business meeting. They couldn't go anywhere particularly romantic to keep up appearances, and he wouldn't go out in public with him too often if he could avoid it. The only saving grace there was that Albany was also involved in music, so anytime the media did catch them out together they could always pass it off as a mere professional meeting. Still, the strain of keeping everything hushed up was starting to fray both of their nerves, but Luke was resolute about not coming out to the public. He just was not ready for the media shitstorm that would follow, or the potential loss of half his fan base.

Today, he'd been recording in the studio, the band's next upcoming album was starting to really come together, and he was getting more excited about it as the days passed. He took a car home, surprised to find that, for once, there were no paparazzi camped outside his property. Once he was through the gates he was safe from the public eye, the entire house was surrounded by a ten-foot high solid brick wall. Even that sometimes hadn't been deterrent enough, so he'd had to hire three shifts of security guards to patrol the parameter and man the gate. They were the only ones who knew his secret, but they'd had to sign contracts swearing them to secrecy.

When the car stopped, he got out and thanked the driver, then headed inside, taking off his jacket and hanging it on a hook by the door. He took a deep breath and walked over to the couch, collapsing on it, tired but content, it had been a good day.

 

[Hatchet]

Albany was Luke's drummer, a humble member of the band indeed and recieved perhaps the smallest of fans and fame compared to the other members and of coarse...Luke himself. But he had something he found better than fame, glory, and tons of money which he of coarse had. He fell quite hard for the closeted man and for a while the secrecy didn't pose much of a problem on him.

But that couldn't last.

Albany was out, which was another indicator to his lack of fans but a lot of the women thought it was almost adorable and hoped perhaps one day they could catch a glimpse of him and his boyfriend...Heh...Like that would ever happen, Albany told himself every day.

He was stressed and strained, often having to go backstage to calm down as Luke was constantly being showered with adoration that he could not give. Because of it, their sex life grew a bit rougher over the past couple months, Albany's self control slowly slipping away.

He was already home before Luke, hearing the car pull in, the door open, and his lover's flop on the couch. Albany was at the liquor bar, his back to the other man as he poured himself some scotch in an iced glass, his knuckles white.

"Saw your interview on the news today. Still no girls that catch your fancy?" He asked with a dryness in his voice, as his dark brow twitched. They'd been having this talk for the past week and it seemed Albany wanted to stir it up again, but it never really turned into a fight.

 

[Altheras]

Luke looked up in surprise when he heard the sound of liquor pouring. He hadn't even seen Albany when he'd come in, he was too distracted as his mind raced over all the tracks he'd laid down today and what he might do to improve the sound. He was often preoccupied like that, his mind wandering over all the little details that a lot of people didn't even notice. It was a big part of why their music was so good.

He heard the tension in Albany's voice and immediately regretted coming home at all. He should have gone out drinking, or went to some stupid party. Anything was better than having this discussion for the tenth time this week. It had come up occasionally in the past, but lately it just seemed like Albany wasn't going to let it go.

Luke let out a dramatic sigh and crossed his arms across his chest, trying to change the subject. "We got a lot done today, I think the music is coming along good. I was really impressed with your drum work on that one track..."

 

[Hatchet]

Setting his jaw, he knew immediately what Luke was trying to do as he changed the subject, not even acknowledging what he had said. However from the tense jaw he flashed Luke one of his trademark crooked smiles as he leaned against the table and took a sip, allowing Luke to dance around the subject.

"Thanks, you know I do what I can to impress you." He purred lightly as he took another drink and set the glass down on a coaster. "Plus, having three albums in a row all being a massive hit...I see you get starry-eyed just thinking about it." Albany said sweetly as he came over, sitting on the arm of the couch, cocking a brow as his lover took up the rest of it. "...You gonna scoot over and give me some room or am I going to have to move you myself?"

 

[Altheras]

Luke was grateful that Albany hadn't immediately steered the conversation right back to the tense topic that he was now in the habit of bringing up every few hours. He watched as he came over and sat on the arm of the couch, his tone was warm, but Luke could detect a sort of cold anger beneath it, no matter what he said to him in that moment.

The last words could have been taken as a threat as Albany could very easily move Luke out of the way himself. He was strong and taller than him, and playing drums only built up his muscles more. Luke, in comparison, didn't lift much heavier than a microphone and there were times when he couldn't even open bottles on his own. He lounged on the couch looking up at him, feeling impish. "Mmmm... move me yourself."

 

[Hatchet]

A glimmer of playfulness sparked in the older man's eyes as his crooked smirk grew to a sinister grin. "I swear all this fame has gotten to that head of yours, Luke. That and some hair dye..." Albany teased sweetly, his tone smooth and rich as silk chocolate. "You've turned into quite the bratty prince..." He chuckled lowly as he leaned down, their noses brushing against one another before Luke instantly was picked up and tossed casually over the larger man's shoulder.

With an obnoxious yawn, Albany spun around and collapsed in Luke's place on the couch, keeping the leaner man on top of him as he spread his legs in a wanton fashion. "Too lazy to move your ass to make way for the one man that knows you...And the one band member that's willing to put up with your shit and rewrite an entire song...So spoiled..." He purred and leaned his head over, planting an array of kisses upon the star's neck.

Pulling back, Albany let out a low growl, his breath hot. At the start of their relationship, Albany kept his pants on for quite a while, being much more formal than romantic and passionate. But only so much of him could suppress his possessive nature...And every interview, every VIP fan, every concert...It made it harder for him to control himself as his hands constricted around Luke's thin waist in a tight grip.

 

[Altheras]

The star let out a small startled cry as his lover so easily hoisted his slender body over his shoulder. No matter how many times he did it, it never failed to get a reaction out of him. It was a little bit scary how easily the drummer could just manhandle him, it was like picking him up didn't strain him in the slightest.

Albany collapsed on the couch, bringing Luke to rest on his lap as he spread his legs, the hot mouth found his neck, making him shiver and close his eyes. He loved the feeling of his lover's mouth at his throat, though any hickies would have to be covered with makeup or a scarf before he went out in public, it didn't stop him from enjoying any deep bruises the drummer might give him, though it seemed at the moment all he would get is gentle kisses.

When he pulled back from his neck and looked into his eyes, Luke blushed, the grip tightening on his waist possessively, fingers biting into the pale flesh above his hips just hard enough to be painful. He was usually sporting bruises there lately and the skin was already tender. It made him groan, leaning his head back, some ebony bangs falling into his eyes as he began to pant. "You put up with me because I let you do these things to me... you know it's true." He grinned at him and leaned in to run his tongue up his neck to his jaw, before capturing his mouth in a hot kiss with parted lips, inviting the bigger man to deepen it.

 

[Hatchet]

Albany was normally a gentle man...At least he was when they first started seeing each other. An innocent kiss on the temple, peck on the cheek, and light hand holding while they sat in the confines of the house where no one else could see them. It was all he could get and at that time he was fine with it.

Now in the present...Was starting to become a very different story.

Rolling his eyes at Luke's words, he let out a low warning growl to gain the star's attention. "It's a bit more romantic than that my dear. You make me sound like a heartless beast sometimes, clawing at whatever bone you throw at me." Teased the man as he groaned, loving to receive kisses on his stubbled neck and jaw before his lips parted and met the other's.

His hands slid up the other's back, one hand curling in Luke's dark locks as his tongue danced with his lover's, exploring every inch of his mouth as he longed for it, doing everything he wanted to do in public with him now in the only place it was allowed.

 

[Altheras]

Luke let his tongue dance around his mouth, running his own against it and sucking on it almost as if it were a much more sensitive part of his lover's anatomy. He did hate that they could only do these things in complete privacy. There was some part of him that longed not to have to hide anymore, but he was too terrified of the backlash to willingly take that leap.

Albany's rough hand in his hair made him groan, fingers twisting into the ebony locks until hair was pulled tight enough against his head to make his scalp ache. He didn't mind it, as their love making had become more aggressive lately, he'd simply been growing used to the pain, even enjoying it in some instances. He continued to kiss him back eagerly, his hands tracing down the larger man's powerful chest and feeling his lap growing firmer beneath his firm cheeks.

 

[Hatchet]

As he grew more and more impatient, Albany started to tug at Luke's clothes along with his hair as the younger man's groans flooded his ears and head, setting off a spark within him. Albany was growing more and more fond of administering pain during their romantic events, especially when they turned hot and heavy.

Pulling his head back, breaking the kiss almost regretfully, his earthy eyes were darkened with lust as he gazed at his lover with adoration and need. Leaning closer, he laid kisses and nips along his jaw and underside as he murmured. "Decisions, decisions...Are you going to be a brat and make me move us to the bedroom or are you going to live a little and have us go on the couch?" He purred softly but there was a low growl. "Afraid I don't have any lube out here. But I'd love to watch you suck me off first..." He growled in Luke's ear, one hand slipping down the smaller man's frame as his powerful hand gripped the rockstar's ass.

 

[Altheras]

The kisses and nips along his jaw and neck made him gasp, drawing little whimpers from him as hot lips and teeth dance across sensitive skin. He let his head lean back, offering more of the sensitive skin to Albany's mouth, the feeling of his stubble grazing across his flesh made him want nothing more than for his mouth to stay there forever. At times he wondered if he could cum from this alone.

He looked around the room to make sure all of the curtains were drawn. Even with the wall and the security guards, he was always nervous. Thankfully, the windows were all covered, so he told himself it would be alright. It would be a sincerely bad idea to bring up moving to the bedroom due to fear of the paparazzi right now, and even though Luke didn't always think things through, he wasn't foolish enough to ruin the mood.

The rough hand on his ass, fingers biting into flesh, made him give a loud groan that was followed by a little whine, his hips shifting against the drummer's powerful grip. "You can take me right here..." He didn't even really care if they used lube or not, he was too hot and desperate right now for that to matter, though he knew it would hurt like hell if they didn't at least use spit.

 

[Hatchet]

The lust and adoration was torn from Albany's gaze and replaced with an overwhelming possessiveness and power over his lover. Grabbing Luke's face in his powerful, vice grip he forced the singer to stare back at him. Albany's lips curled as he flashed a sneering grin, showing how angry he was with his lover.

"Eyes on me, love." He ordered, a hiss through his teeth. The one thing that was consistent with Albany's behavior when they had their first time. He was not going to have this moment ruined by Luke's fear. "You know how I adore your full attention..." He reminded him, always wanting his lover's eyes on him when they were alone together, as Albany craved for it so dearly.

Slowly, the older man removed his hand from Luke's hair as he unbuttoned his own shirt, letting it fall off his shoulders before moving onto Luke's own clothes. His other hand moved from his lover's ass, up his back, down his shoulder, and grabbed his hand, pressing Luke's slender fingers upon the growing tightness in Albany's jeans. "Get me ready, you know how I like it." He purred dominance, his voice turning silky smooth once more with a slight growl hidden beneath. "I'm going to fuck you from below, sweet boy. Watch you wither above me." He growled against him, tossing Luke's shirt to who knows where across the living room.

 

[Altheras]

The rough grip on his face made him whimper, fingers digging into soft skin almost hard enough to leave bruises. He gasped softly for air as Albany held him like that, making him look into his eyes. The way he dominated him never failed to leave him breathless and hard. His own pants, which were already too tight, were now incredibly uncomfortable.

He helped Albany get his shirt off, not caring where it ended up, his hand now forced to feel his lover's growing bulge. The flesh beneath his pants was growing hard and it made his breath catch in his throat. The tight grip on him finally released, the dominant man giving him an order that he knew he'd better follow. He climbed off of his lap and undid his pants then shoved them down around his ankles along with his underwear. He stepped out of them and his shoes, leaving him in just his black socks.

He immediately sank down on his knees in the floor in front of the couch, positioning himself between Albany's spread thighs. He reached out to run his fingers over the outline of his thick cock, captured beneath the cloth of his pants. He let just the tips linger over him for a moment before he undid his pants and slipped one slender hand inside, pushing the garments down with the other until his semi-hard shaft was free. His size always made him shiver when he laid eyes on it.

He leaned forward, letting hot little breaths wash over the sensitive shaft before he slowly pressed his lips against the head, then sucked it into his mouth, running his hot tongue over it, both hands wrapping around the fat cock and squeezing him as he drew him further into that sinful mouth.

 

[Hatchet]

Albany moved to sit with his legs spread as he leaned back to watch the younger man. Albany twisted his fingers within Luke's black locks, petting them back as if rewarding the thinner man for his obedience.

Albany could be a sweet and tender lover but it would last two seconds the moment Luke started to slip however for now he was doing just as instructed. Groaning as his hands joined in with the fun, his cock throbbed and pulsed needily within his grasp as Albany's brown eyes rolled back in pleasure.

"That's enough..." He breathed, his hips having rocked back and forth getting ready to burst. Grabbing Luke's hair as he pulled his succulent mouth from his cock making a pop noise ring across the room. Pulling his head back he burried Luke's face against the base of his massive cock as he let out a breath, edging from the need of release as he opened his eyes looking down at him. "On the table." He ordered, moving swiftly to clear it not caring what fell off from it.

 

[Altheras]

Luke whined a little as Albany used his hair to control his head. He was so rough about it, his scalp was always sore these days it seemed. The lingering soreness made it worse every time he would yank him around by his hair and he always used it like a convenient leash to make the slender male respond more quickly to his commands. His head was yanked back, the thick cock escaping from his lips, then shoved back down, his face buried in Albany's pubic hair as the bigger man caught his breath.

Then he let go of him, giving him another order. For a moment, Luke found himself missing the days when their sex had been more gentle, when he would cuddle and pet him as foreplay, but that hadn't happened in months. He had learned to obey, and failing to follow orders resulted in swift punishment.

Trembling, he got to his feet and pushed a few lingering magazines into the floor. Then he leaned over the coffee table, resting his chest against it and putting his ass in the air, gasping softly to catch his breath.

 

[Hatchet]

Albany gave him a swift smack on the ass, not meant to hurt this time but just to hear another whimper that the larger man oh so craved for. His palm rubbed around the red mark to calm the stinging as he got on his knees behind him.

Albany still could be sweet, but his frustrations had excelled significantly over the past few months making it...Harder...For the older man to express his deep feelings of compassion with his lover. However still he kissed up Luke's spine, down and on the bruises upon the smaller man's hips that were left from previous nights. All the while the tip of his cock pressed against Luke's entrance, prodding him before slowly pushing in his full length, the larger man letting out a low moan as a shiver coursed through his body.

The pleasurable tightness surrounding his massive cock caused his fingers to curl, dragging his nails down Luke's sides before placing themselves on his hips as he began to move in and out at a slow pulsing rhythm to allow his lover to adjust.

 

[Altheras]

The smack made him jump and let out a pained whimper, his pale cheek left with a glowing hand print that stung just enough to put him on edge. Albany rubbed the mark he had created, making him whine softly and shift his hips uncomfortably against the table.

The tender kisses that were pressed up and down his spine made him shiver and sigh, beginning to pant softly and press himself more flush against the table, his hips perking up some to give the drummer better access to his body. He could feel the tip of his lover's thick cock brushing against his sensitive pucker, and the sensation made him moan, pushing his hips back and bracing himself, preparing to be taken.

His saliva was the only lube he would get, so the going was rough at first, his tight opening offering some strong resistance as Albany began to force him to take his fat cock. He let out a pained groan as his defenses were broken, the head popping in followed by every single inch of the drummer's massive shaft. It made him grip the tables so tight that his knuckles went white, the little singer letting out an agonized scream that was followed by a deep, more pleasured moan, the nails dragging down his sides making him hiss in pain. Then Albany immediately settled into a slow rhythm, that he knew would get faster and harder sooner than he was ready. Groaning and panting, he tried hard just to make his muscles relax as his body was stretched tight around the thick invasion.

 

[Hatchet]

Albany hushed him softly, rubbing his back and sides as he kissed his neck and shoulders allowing Luke to adjust to his size knowing the lack of much lubricant would be agonizing for him. "Sh sweet boy..." He murmured against the skin of his lover's back until Luke was able to at least take him in a somewhat pleasurable manner.

As he began to thrust within his tight pucker, Albany moaned for Luke to relax more around his massive shaft as he rocked back and forth. Soon the thrusts became more powerful by the minute as the sound of skin on skin rang through the living room, Albany's balls slapping erotically against Luke's ass as the drummer's breathing turned heavier and almost animalistic.

 

[Altheras]

Luke's moans only grew louder, the hot kisses on his neck and shoulders making him want more. He didn't care that it hurt, the pain was just part of it, and every motion of his lover's powerful hips was driving him crazy, the way his fat cock stretched him open and ground hard against his prostate with each thrust was making him desperate for a little friction against his own cock which was trapped beneath him, pinched roughly against the coffee table by his own weight.

As the drummer's thrusts got harder and more urgent, he couldn't keep himself under control anymore, his voice lost to short gasps followed by deep moans or little screams. He slipped one hand beneath his belly and grabbed hold of his hard and needy cock, stroking himself hard in time with Albany's thrusts. "Ah... ah... fuck!"

 

[Hatchet]

There was a low, raspy chuckle echoed from the drummer, deep within his throat from every scream and cry of both pain and pleasure. Albany didn't know what came over him these past few months, just enjoying and relishing in the sounds Luke made for him that he would never make for anyone else. Jealousy had to do with it he was sure, that and the stress had brought out a beast deep within him.

Turning his head to the side he purred, watching the smaller man beneath him stroke himself into a frenzy of pleasure as Albany then leaned his head down still thrusting rapidly as he whispered a promise at his dearest Luke. "Just remember every time a girl screams a confession of her love to you...Every step you take on that stage or on an interview you will be thinking about what I've done to you."

 

[Altheras]

The thrusts grew harder still, the steady rhythm of the drummer's thighs slamming into his ass making him buck and tremble, his whole body was quivering now from exertion, a sheen of sweat covering every inch of his skin, black bangs plastered to his forehead as his pink lips never closed, deep gasps followed by endless sounds of agony and pleasure, sounds that made it seem almost as if he were being murdered. He'd never been good at controlling his volume and if anything happened in a remotely public place, his lover would usually have to choke or gag him to keep him quiet.

The bigger man's words made him shiver, knowing every syllable was the truth. He already did think about him, all the time, every minute of every day. He'd even written a song on this album just about him, though he hadn't told him that, nor had he recorded the vocals yet. No matter where he was or what he was doing, the occasional flash of being beneath Albany would interrupt his thoughts, often leaving him sweating and breathless. It was especially awkward when it interrupted his interviews or made him make love to the microphone on stage, but he couldn't help it, he was just too caught up in him.

His hand worked urgently on his cock, the sharp thrusts keeping him going forward, every gasp sounding pained. He turned his head sideways so he could look back at Albany. "Will you... hurt me, please? I... I need it..." He'd gotten so used to the pain Albany inflicted on him now that he didn't think he could even cum without it.

 

[Hatchet]

Albany had daydreams constantly of what it would be like to screw around and try to go unnoticed in public with him but due to their...Arrangement...Those would only be far off dreams. The drummer didn't think his words would have too much of an affect on his lover, Albany was already thinking he was way more into the relationship than Luke was but deep down all the drummer was, was incredibly nervous about everything.

None of that mattered now as he continued to rut up inside the singer, his thrusts long and powerful and every now and then grinding deep within him as his eyes rolled back as his grunts mingled with the screams and cries from Luke throughout the room.

As Luke's plea hit his ears, a low growl was heard from on top of the singer as his hands clawed up his back and wrapped around his neck, Albany having gotten into a bit of breath control over the past few sessions they had. One hand grabbing his hair and slamming his head on the table to force him to stay still as the other wrapped around his neck. Meanwhile he grunted and rode the singer harder into the table, his cock swelling for release.

 

[Altheras]

The growl made the singer shiver, Albany usually made that sound when he was about to hurt him, and it made him both frightened and desperately aroused at the same time. Fingernails bit into the soft skin of his back, leaving red welts as the drummer raked his hands upwards, bringing a pained hiss from the slender male beneath him.

Both hands wrapped around his throat, the larger man squeezing him hard enough to leave bruises and take his breath away. He held him that way for a moment before moving one hand to Luke's hair, roughly slamming his head down on the coffee table. The impact was hard enough to daze him and it made him scream, his face connecting hard with the polished wood, probably leaving visible injuries. Albany's hand on his throat tightenend again and cut off his cry forcing it into more of a strangled sob.

The brutality of just that simple series of motions made his orgasm come suddenly without any warning. He jerked his cock hard, his chest hitching as he fought for air that the drummer wasn't letting him get. His shaft twitched in his hand, spilling his cum in thick jets across the table, his inner muscles clamping down tightly around the thick cock that was still pounding him mercilessly, his prostate growing firm and more sensitive. The sudden crushing pressure of his inner walls made Albany's remaining thrusts incredibly painful. "Ah.... ah... ow... fuck!"

 

[Hatchet]

Unlike his smaller lover, Albany wasn't known to be very loud as his low grunts and growls continued to be heard around the room as Luke quieted down...Somewhat. Feeling Luke cum from beneath him it didn't take long for Albany to spill over the edge as his grip tightened but not too much to have him black out.

Pounding in a frenzy, Albany let out a rare roar of pleasure as his seed spilled out and filled his lover's ass before the drummer slowly pulled out to catch his breath, his hands releasing Luke from his confines.

Though rough and not too pleased with Luke's actions as of late, Albany still was one who enjoyed the aftercare process after sex. As his breathing still staggered, he slowly pulled Luke into his arms and nuzzled his slick black hair, bringing him to the bedroom and laid them both down.

 

[Altheras]

Luke whimpered at those last few brutal thrusts, the thick cock pounding into his now painfully tight body, Albany's hot cum spilling inside of him and filling him up with his lover's heat. The tight grip around his throat kept him from screaming, the drummer's fingers biting into his soft flesh and leaving ugly bruises that he would have to cover up later if he was to leave the house.

The drummer didn't release his throat until he'd had his fill of him, the grip lingering just until Luke was dizzy and on the verge of passing out. Albany had actually made him black out once or twice when he first started choking him, but the sadistic drummer had gotten the timing down to a science now, and always released Luke before the darkness could take him. He gasped for air, the dizziness slowly lifting as his breath came in ragged little pants, every breath released in a low, quivering moan.

After they'd both caught their breath, Albany scooped him up and easily carried him into the bedroom, laying the slender singer on the bed where he just laid on his side, too exhausted to move, still panting softly, his black hair plastered to his forehead with sweat as he still moaned softly in pain, dark bruises forming on ivory skin from Albany's rough handling.