Title: A Shameless Use of Charm
Author: Zee a.k.a. jabberwocky129
Rating: NC-17, but really, more of a hard R
Summary: Grieco thinks Matt was hot in his Underscore days. Aaaand porn ensues.
Disclaimer: Don't own. Does not want to be sued. Kthxbai.
Dedications: My best friend and wifw, Lee, and of course, my Beta, the lovely katelynelaine
Author's Notes: I really really wanna thank whoever threw up that vid of Flyzik prancing, running around, screaming, flailing, and just being funny in general. And Grieco, 'cause the kid's a riot. Title credit goes to Everclear. Crossposted to katelynelaine
Alex Grieco giggled and curled further up on the couch, absently biting his nails.
“What the fuck’s got you so happy?” Vinny asked, spraying himself liberally with some form of Tag or Axe, or something Grieco wasn’t familiar with. The drum tech flipped him off, eyes still glued to the laptop screen. Danny threw a shirt at him, patting Rian on the back as he passed. Vinny came over, placing hands on either side of the younger man on the couch, and rested his chin on the screen top.
“Seriously, man, what’s so funny?”
“Oh, your mom posted a video of her latest conquests.” His eyes widened and he fell into a fit of laughter as Vinny tried to put him in a headlock. Grieco was suddenly aware of Danny being pulled off of him, and an authoritative voice yelling, “Work now. You guys can fuck like bunnies later.”
Vinny laughed, and Grieco raised his eyes, seeing Matt slip onto the armrest of the couch.
“Whatcha watching?” he asked, uncapping a water bottle and chugging half of it. He pulled at his shirt, getting the walkie-talkie caught on his sleeve. Grieco looked up, noticing the older man was already covered in sweat.
“Dude, you’re not even on stage yet.”
Matt shrugged, and then leaned back, shutting his eyes and taking his beanie off. He waved it in front of his face for a second, fanning himself. “I’m seriously going to kill Gaskarth. And Barakat. And Merrick. And…” he waved his hand dismissively, “the other one…and Vegas, and-”
Grieco giggled, cutting him off. “And Colussy, and Kurily, and everyone else. Yeah, dude, we know.” He grinned up at him, and Matt smirked, opening one eye to glance at the screen.
“Is that Underscore, bro?” he asked tiredly. Grieco nodded, and suddenly, Matt was tilted nearly horizontal, head resting on Grieco’s shoulder. Grieco giggled madly and rewound the clip of a younger Matt flailing around on the stage. He felt the manager chuckle lightly and adjust his head. He slid further onto the couch, pressing his head into Grieco’s neck for leverage as he fell gracelessly into the cushions.
“God, when was this shot?”
“Um . . . It looks like 2004, 2005, maybe?” Matt shrugged, hiding his eyes in Grieco’s shoulder. The younger man looked over at him, poking him. “What’s wrong with you?”
“TIRRRREEEEED . . .”
Grieco poked him again, snorting and smiling. “Get off me; you’re getting me all sweaty.”
“Mm, just how I like you,” Matt mumbled. Grieco’s eyes widened and he felt blood drain from his face. He looked back at the screen, and froze a shot of Matt when he had slightly longer hair, smile in full force. He studied the shot for a second, jamming a nail between his teeth. He felt Matt turn out of his shoulder, his walkie going off.
“Got some cables here. Alex says they’re his, but . . .
Grieco listened as he rattled off some numbers and serial codes, then nodded. “Yeah, they’re Alex’s.” He buried his face back into Grieco’s shoulder, groaning. “Dude, three more weeks.”
When Grieco didn’t respond, he looked at the screen, rubbing his eyes. He worried his lip ring for a second, and then slid his eyes toward him.
The younger man shrugged, still looking at the screen. He tapped it after a second. “You look good.”
Matt laughed. “Nah, bro. Thems were my emo days.”
Grieco laughed, and then shook his head. “No, you look good . . . kind of . . . kind of hot.” He felt Matt jerk and he shrank back against the couch. “Just saying.”
“Even my mom hates that picture.”
“But seriously, you look fucking happy there. And all emo and shit . . . kind of sexy.”
Matt bit his lip, looking at the drum tech warily. “You’re just saying that.”
Grieco shook his head. “Nah, dude. You look good with the longer hair.”
Matt ran a hand through his recently shorn hair and quirked his lips. “I do kind of miss it.” Matt bit his lip. He flinched as the younger boy reached up tentatively, threading his fingers through.
“Seriously, bro, how do you get it that soft?”
Matt blanched and nearly fell all the way onto the couch. Grieco smiled, catching him and scooting over so Matt could slide onto the couch. The older man gave him a small, incredulous smirk, and then laughed.
“Shampoo: something you could seriously use right now.”
Grieco tried to hide a smile behind his normal scowl, but failed miserably and broke into a wide grin. He looked up, running his fingers through Matt’s hair again. The manager smiled, shoving his face into Grieco’s shoulder.
“Remember when you shaved my head?” he mumbled.
“You have nice hands.” It was Grieco’s turn to blanch and he looked down at the manager. Matt took one of his hands and played with his fingers, massaging the webbing in between his thumb and pointer. “Hey,” he whispered. Grieco eyed him warily.
“What?” Matt grinned up at him, hazel eyes dark and sparkling. Grieco swallowed. “Seriously, dude. What?”
Matt leaned up, pressing his lips to Grieco’s quickly and cupping the side of his face. He pulled back, and Grieco could feel the warmed steel of his labret brush against his lips.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a long fucking time . . .” Matt breathed, “I just wasn’t sure until now.” Grieco slammed his laptop shut and checked his phone.
“We have fifteen minutes until show time.”
Matt nodded, locking the dressing room door. He leaned back against it for a second, smiling as Grieco watched him from the couch. Matt grinned wider, and he motioned Grieco over to him.
“C’mere . . .”
The younger man got up, nerves racking his body. He swallowed, moving over to him, knocking into the coffee table. He stopped in front of Matt, seeing him look down shyly, dimples in full force.
“A long time, huh?” he managed. Matt nodded, coming forward. He watched Grieco’s hands as they tentatively found his hips, gently pressing his fingertips into his sides. Matt touched his cheek gently, pulling him closer. Grieco leaned forward, gently pressing his lips against Matt’s. Matt breathed out a sigh and pressed back. The younger man shut his eyes and let his tongue slip into Matt’s mouth; he heard the older man let out a soft moan. Grieco slid his hand experimentally up his shirt, exploring the warm span of skin.
Matt deepened the kiss, leaning into him. Grieco responded by pulling him closer. They pulled apart, resting their foreheads against one another’s.
“Can I . . . Can I blow you?” Matt asked breathlessly. Grieco swallowed thickly, and then nodded.
Matt turned darkening hazel eyes on him and then sank to his knees in front of him. He unzipped Grieco’s fly, tugging the fabric down gently until he was exposed. He looked up at him.
“Is this . . . okay?”
The younger boy nodded and whimpered as Matt took him in his mouth. He felt himself jerk at the feeling. He could see Matt palming himself through his pants and he shivered. Matt licked the underside of his cock, eliciting a groan from the younger boy.
“Fuck, Matt . . .”
Matt smiled, dipped his head and ran his tongue up the underside of Grieco‘s erection before engulfing the heated appendage in his mouth once more. He swirled his tongue around the head reveling in the delicious sounds escaping from the younger male‘s throat.
Grieco let out a soft moan and tried fisting his hand in Matt’s hair-only to find limited purchase in the short strands. He gripped his head, pulling him down and further onto him. Matt choked slightly, but bobbed off. He fisted a hand around his dick, tugging in short strokes. He licked the head, feeling Grieco shiver.
“Fucking hell, Flyzik . . .”
He glanced down, seeing the older man looking up at him.
“You look fucking hot like that,” Matt whispered.
“Come for me . . .”
Grieco barely got out his name before Matt had taken him in again, swirling his tongue around the head again. His hand worked the base of his shaft, stroking quickly as he bobbed.
The younger boy moaned again, fingers tightening on the older man’s scalp.
“Matt . . . Might . . . might want to . . .”
The older man slurped off, and then pulled one final tug as the younger boy came hard in his hand. He gave a soft whimper, curling over, resting his hands on Matt’s shoulders.
“Fuuuuck . . .” He breathed heavily for a moment, regaining his balance before opening his eyes and staring at the older man. “Dear God . . . where did you learn that?”
Hazel eyes crinkled as he smiled and wiped his hand off on one of Vinny’s shirts. “Alex and Jack.”
Grieco’s eyes widened, thinking back to the blonde and dark haired boys.
“Are they . . . ?” he started, trying to control his breathing.
Matt nodded. “For years.”
“I knew it . . .” He looked down at Matt who was curling his fingers in the fabric of his pants, eyes wide. Grieco took a deep breath, and then smiled, zipping up his pants.
“Your turn.” He pulled him up, kissing him near the corner of his lips. “Couch.” Matt’s eyes grew wider and he let him push him back to the sofa, sitting down hard.
“Best BJ ever. Now you get something special.” He straddled Matt, leaning down and kissing him hard. He licked a stripe on his neck, feeling him gasp under him; hands groping his sides blindly.
“Grieco . . .”
Matt whimpered as he ground into him, sucking on his earlobe and pulling the gage between his teeth. He tugged, starting a rhythm. He slid his pelvis against his as hard as he could, feeling the older man gasp again and pull him harder onto his lap. He could feel his erection pressing against his hipbones and he smiled.
“Can’t tell you how long I’ve waited for this . . .”
Matt moaned softly as he kissed along his neck, and then slid up fluidly to kiss him on the lips. The older tech whined softly, and then stopped him. He unzipped his pants. Then unzipped the younger man’s. He nodded, pulling Matt against him, kissing him again. Grieco let out a slow, shuddering breath as Matt bucked gently beneath him, growling softly and tugging him down again. He laughed breathlessly, sucking on the spot at the junction of his neck and ear. Matt shivered beneath him, hands splaying on his back. He slid one into the back of Grieco’s pants, cupping his ass and grinding upwards. He let a soft noise slip and Grieco slipped a hand between them, cupping him gently. He let his hand work itself further between his legs until he found his balls, gently stroking them. Matt groaned loudly beneath him. He started to rock against him, putting his free hand under his shirt and moving up his chest. He passed a fingertip over one of his nipples and Matt tensed, shuddering violently. Grieco smiled.
“I see we have a winner . . .”
Matt smiled, leaning his forehead into the younger tech’s shoulder. Sweat started to roll down his temple and Grieco pulled his hand out from his shirt to wipe it off. He bit at his collarbone lightly, feeling the older man getting closer to climax. Matt whimpered softly. “Alex . . .”
Grieco smirked, rolling Matt’s still boxer clad balls in his hands. He pulled his hand out, then ground quickly against him. Matt keened, soft and low, and Grieco shivered at the sound. Matt rolled his head, biting and sucking at his neck, and then braced a hand against him tightly. Grieco pushed against him hard one last time, and Matt choked softly, burying his face in his chest as he came.
“Oh . . . God . . . Grieco . . .”
The younger man waited, letting him catch his breath. He smiled. Matt leaned his head against the back of the couch, swallowing and shutting his eyes. Grieco reached out, touching a flushed cheek lightly with his fingertips and then leaned in. He ran his thumb against the heated skin and kissed him gently.
“Fucking beautiful . . .”
The darkened hazel eyes opened to regard him and he smiled. “Thank you . . .”
“No, thank you.”
Matt smiled, feeling Grieco pass a hand through his closely cropped hair. He rolled his eyes upward, shutting them as Grieco massaged his scalp lightly.
“You miss it, don’t you?”
“Yeah, but that was a while ago that you lost that bet. Why do you still shave it?”
Matt sighed; pulling him against him, letting him lay against his chest. “Because I thought you liked it like it, to be honest.”
“I like something I can grab.”
“You would, wouldn’t you?”
Grieco laughed, nuzzling against him. “How much more time?”
There was a bang on the door and they both looked up. Matt sighed. “Not a lot, I’m guessing.”
“We’re sharing a room tonight, right?”
The younger man slid off of him, and then pulled him up. He pulled him in for one last languid kiss, and then Matt zipped up his pants. He walked shakily to the door and Grieco smirked. He opened it, and Jack and Alex both fell in through the doorway. Alex pushed Jack off of him.
“Its okay guys, he knows.”
Jack shoved Alex, the older boy shoved back.
“Smells like sex in here,” Jack muttered.
Alex shot him a look. “Everything smells like sex to you. Fuck, Yankee candles smell like sex to you.”
“Hey, in my defense, we’ve used weirder stuff for lube . . . not my fault certain things remind me of sex…”
Matt looked back at Grieco with a pointed look and sighed.
“Up. Show time.” Alex pulled Jack up, dusting him off. Jack watched Grieco intently for a second, the narrowed wide eyes.
“You guys did something.”
Matt and Grieco exchanged looks.
“YOU FUCKING DID SOMETHING! ALEX! THEY FINALLY DID SOMETHING!”
Alex clapped a hand over Jack’s mouth.
“Shut up, fuck nut . . .” He looked them both over. “Did you guys finally get it on?”
Matt flushed deeply, glancing back at Grieco, who was giggling. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before starting to yell.
“GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! GO! GET YOUR GUITARS AND GET BACKSTAGE!”
They hurried out, Jack tripping over Alex.
Matt laughed, and then pulled Grieco into a tight hug, kissing him on the neck.
Grieco shuddered, then giggled as he heard the wall vibrate and Jack curse loudly.
“Be my boyfriend?” Matt asked softly.
Matt beamed, pecking him on the lips before pulling him out of the room, lacing his fingers through his, and headed into the darkness of the backstage area.