Veteran Slut
Title: Veteran Slut
Author: fastbetty31
Pairing: Matt Tuck/Bert
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not real.
Dedication: For Stu. Cheer up, dude.
Warning: Scat.


He walked in and I swore my heart stopped. I know - a little fourth grade. But fuck. I reminded myself that I had the upper-hand. That I was the mother fucking veteran. I tried to stop myself from smiling as he introduced himself, thanking me for the opportunity to tour together. I wanted to wipe my hand on my pants before he reached out and took it in his own, fucking sweaty palm giving me away.

Quinn eyed me, irritated by what he was seeing. Jeph chuckled, knowing my stammering and casual flirting could only mean one thing. Are men even allowed to casually flirt amongst each other? I've never been one to let anyone tell me what was appropriate. So when I leaned forward and took Matt by surprise, pressing my lips against his - there was no stopping what was starting.

Like the stuffy bitch he is, Quinn walked out. Matt left stunned. He had to know that was coming. You don't go on tour with my band - much less me and not expect for at least a little kiss. Or kisses, even. Or gropes, maybe a hand job - fuck - a blow job if they're really open minded. What I didn't expect though, was for Matt to be way into it. Way. Into. It.

It started how all my rock guy relationships do. The opposite guy is unsure, maybe pulls my hair when I'm kissing him - whether it's to get me away or closer never matters. But Matt. He opened his mouth to mine. I know that sounds weird, here I'll say it again. He opened his mouth and pushed his tongue into my mouth. He pushed the tip of his tongue through my puckered lips that were only looking for attention but got molested instead. And I mean molested in that good way.

They played their set right before ours. When Matt would come off the stage dripping with sweat, the first thing he did was take off his shirt. I wondered why he never did it on stage but I wasn't gonna turn away. I watched him towel off without shame, wipe the towel over his face, and neck, and chest. I wanted him to bend me over and fuck me right at that every moment. When he was glistening with sweat and half naked. And just when I thought him topless and toweling off was all the masturbation visual aid I needed for the evening, Matt approached me. His hand was in the air as if he was going to give me a high-five. When his arm wrapped around me, pulling me into him with a strong confidence, I felt the thickness of his hard-on press against me.

"Performing makes me fucking horny," he whispered in my ear. His voice hoarse, his accent sexy as fuck. The wetness of his sweat falling onto my neck.

"Maybe I can help you out with that later," I glanced down so he knew it was his dick I was referring to.

"I'll be out front waiting for you."

I couldn't help singing to him - screaming, actually. He wedged his way into the front of the stage, the fans making room for him. I jumped on the barricade and the two of us sang together, our foreheads pressed together. Before I drew back I kissed him quickly, so quickly that he didn't have time to react. He was left reaching for me as I pulled away, his lips pushed forward as the fans around us showed their approval of my bold move.

There's no fucking privacy on tour. And even though I only share a bus with Jeph now it still took until way past midnight to be alone with Matt. For some reason after parties start themselves on my fucking bus - never fails. Quinn was being a cunt, knowing I wanted to get naked and fucked - but not by him - so he made it a point to hang around, even though I knew he had other, more exciting places to be. After convincing Matt's band that he was going to be fine there alone with me, and me reassuring them that I was going to be bottoming - and that I was used to it, so for them not to worry about any damage to their front man, they left us alone. They weren't as appalled as most have been with that true statement. And yes, I've said it a few times before.

"You bottom?" he asked curiously, sitting away from me. With it being just us, my bus had never seemed so big. I walked over and sat beside him.

"Yeah, but I'm down for anything you want."

"Anything?"

"Anything. It's not very often that I can get someone to give me more than a hand job. And it's even less often that I get to suck someone off. Sometimes I just need that taste of cum, you know?"

He nodded his head and looked like he was ready to respond but was hesitant.

"I'm wiling to give you more than a hand job," he turned to me when he started to speak and I felt all the tiny hairs on my body stand up and lean towards him. I decided to follow their lead and too leaned into him. "Are you willing to give me more than a blow job?" he lowered his voice and together we started to close the small gap between ourselves.

"You can have my ass," I offered, like he hadn't already knew that.

"What can I do with it?" he asked against my ear, staying there and breathing softly on my neck.

"Put your dick in it and fuck me," I answered, my eyes automatically closing as I felt his tongue trace my jawline.

"And? What else can I do with it?"

Fuck, this guy was good. He sucked into his mouth that perfect spot on my neck where even if you were as ugly as fuck I would still be bent over and grabbing my ankles for you.

"Fuuuck. You might not be into it but, you can lick it?"

"Yeah, I'm into it," he whispered to me.

"I can um, bend over, and. Spread my ass apart for you. Then you can, do whatever you want."

"Can I suck on it and eat it out?"

Now, even if this guy wasn't Matt Tuck - hot rocker dude in a kinda kick-ass band. With him palming over the zipper of my shorts, grinding his hard-on into the side of my leg, I couldn't say no to him. I didn't want to. And come on, an offering of a tongue in your ass is never something you turn down - ever.

"Eat it out? Fuuuck, you like that?"

"Yeah. I can't do it unless you're out of those pants, though."

I was up and turned away from him, my ass not too far from his face as I unbuttoned my pants. As I bent over slightly, sliding them over my hips, I heard his zipper open. I looked behind myself as I let my shorts fall to the floor. He had his dick and balls out and his hand wrapped around and stroking himself. For a second I wasn't sure what to do but when I felt him grab me around my waist and pull me back to him I quickly placed my hands over his.

"Open it up for me," he grabbed my hands and pushed them palm down into my cheeks.

I did as he asked, grabbing my ass cheeks and pulling them apart for him. My head was turned and our eyes met for a second, only a second though because then Matt's face was gone, his tongue wet and hot against my opening.

"Mmmm, fuck yeah."

"You like that? Lie down, it gets better."

I didn't try and ask where. I was on my back in the middle of the lounge, legs in the air as I held to the backs of them. I watched as Matt got off his seat and knelt between my legs. A tongue in your ass really brings out the submissiveness in you.

With his tongue lapping at my balls I felt the pressure of Matt's finger start to penetrate me. Arching my back then pressing down onto him, he added another finger and like a whore, I started to fuck the two. I could feel him hooking his fingers inside me. Scooping and gathering. So fucking dirty. So fucking good.

"See, better, right?" he asked, leaning over me, his face close to mine, his fingers still going deep.

"Ri-" I was cut off by his mouth on mine. His tongue that was not too long ago in my ass tasting bitter as he slid it in and out, over my lips and teeth.

"Can I call you a slut?" he asked, as he pulled his fingers away from me. He traced over the rim of my entrance. Thick, sticky and foul.

"Please," I didn't know what I was begging for. I did know that I didn't want him to stop, though.

"Can I call you a fucking slut? A dirty fucking slut that likes taking it in the ass?"

"Fuck, Matt. Don't stop, man."

He left my mouth and went back between my legs. He held the backs of my knees for me, pushing my legs to my chest as he ran his mouth from the tip of my dick to the tip of my ass crack. With his tongue flat he lapped away at that huge vein on the underside of my dick, at the line of skin that separates my balls, and at my asshole that I knew was covered in my shit. The smell was thick and lingering in the air. I felt the pressure as he forced my legs against my abdomen. I bore down and gave him more of what he wanted. What we wanted.

I heard him, mmmm, between my legs. He rose up and tore at his pants. Opening them, he leaned over me again, "Shitty fucking slut."

He sat up and pulled his dick out and my eyes went wide when I saw him gather my shit and start to coat himself in it. Matt lined his dick up with my ass and pushed inside. I let my body fall weak under him. Up on his knees he hovered over me, running his shit-stained hand through my hair, down my face and neck, over my chest. Every place his hand caressed his mouth followed, kissing and licking over me as his hips never missed a beat. Fucking me roughly as one hand gripped tightly in my hair. The other wrapping around my already leaking dick.

"Is my dick big enough for you?"

"Yeah, it feels fucking great."

"Tell me how big it is."

"I can barely take it, man - it's so fucking big."

"Cum for me, you dirty slut. Cum in my hand so I can lick my fingers - I want to taste more of you."

The combination of all his words, said out of breath and desperately against my mouth, and his hand that tightened around me as he jacked me off. Speeding up his hips as he pumped his dick into me harder and faster. I came with a long whine, exploding into his hand as he jacked me off right through it till I was drained.

My dick was coming back to life as I watched him suck his hand into his mouth, tainted brown and white with my secretions. He pulled my hair, forcing my head into an awkward position as he rubbed his now saliva slick hand over my face. His grunting was becoming louder, his orgasm nearing. He buried his head in my neck and bit hard on my collar bone. Reaching between us he pulled himself out, taking his dick in his hand he jacked himself off. His teeth tightened on my skin as he released, his hot seed painting my dick and balls.

He let himself fall over me. We panted against each other, and I know I didn't want to move. It was a little awkward but I can't deny that it was fucking hot. And here I thought the most we'd do was mutual hand jobs. Boy was I wrong.

"Um."

"Yeah."

Um what? But I didn't want to ask. If he had regrets, oh well. He lifted himself some and turned to me.

"Thanks," he said with a small apologetic smile. He placed a small kiss to the side of my mouth and got off me. "Think we fit in your shower together?"

"To wash, yeah. Anything else, no. Believe me, I've tried," I should have just slapped my rambling mouth right then and there.

He laughed and reached his hand out to me and pulled me to my feet. "Well we can always fuck in the hotel shower later, they're big enough - I know, I tried."

Fuck. Again. Later.

"Yeah, and in case you wanted to, oh, I don't know. Do that, that we just did right now," When I pointed to the floor we just left from I realized that I'm such a fucking chick sometimes, "then maybe it wouldn't be so messy, you know?" I paused looking down at myself.

"You'd want to do that again?"

"Please," I nsaid. Again with the begging.

He didn't even try to mask his smirk. "I knew you'd make a good shit slut."

So much for being a veteran.