"A twenty song set, Oz, are you kidding me?" Devon looked at the guitar
player with a look of shock on his face, "They've never asked us to play so
long!" Devon breathed out tiredly. It had been a long day of putting in job
apps, and he just wanted to go out, sing a few songs, and get nicely toasted
with Oz in his van.
"It'll be okay, we still have an hour to warm up and wind down."
"How do you expect me to wind down...huh?!" Devon paced back and forth in the
back stage area, as Oz placed his guitar down.
"The storage room," Oz stood, walking over to Devon, and calming him with a
hand on his upper harm, "where the bands get ready. And do band stuff."
Devon quirked an eyebrow, nodding slowly.
Oz smirked, leading the wired lead singer to the storage room in the back of
The Bronze, by the stage, where the bands often did band stuff. He shut the
door, locking it.
"We don't have much time." Oz smiled at Devon, pushing him on to the couch
with mock force. "So, I don't get to watch you do a strip tease." Oz settled
on the couch next to Devon, and leaned over to kiss his friend on the lips
roughly, snaking his tongue out after a few moments into Devon's eagerly
Oz noticed the shouting voice of a deejay the club had hired to come in once
every week. They claimed they wanted to draw more 'ethnic groups' to the club,
so they made sure he slipped in some hip-hop, rap, and R&B songs every now and
then. The deejay disregarded the every now and then part, and his shifts had
slowly turned into a block of the so-called 'ethnic music'. The club was still
over run with white people. The song currently playing was "Can I Get A..."
Oz smiled when he saw Devon squirm from the noises in the club. Very
paranoid, he was.
Oz unbuttoned Devon's sparkly gold shirt quickly, running his hands over the
lead singers chest.
"God, damn, Oz. Ow!" Oz looked down, and noticed his pinkie had caught on the
ring around Devon's nipple. Oz smirked, saying, "When did you get that?"
"The other day. Just steer clear, okay?"
"I don't have anything to steer clear of any flesh mutilations when I go
down, do I?" Oz made a mocking face as he unbuttoned his fellow band member's
"No, man, do you have and idea how badly that hurts? Think about what would
happen if that got infected, man!" Devon looked at his friend, barely noticing
the hands roaming on his body, until he felt one of them encircle his Pop-Rock
Cock (tm). (It goes crackle in your mouth.)
Devon groaned, thrusting into Oz's hand. He began to unbutton Oz's shirt in a
rush, wanting to feel Oz's smooth skin against him. He looked up at the shirt,
"What, you got like twenty buttons on this, or something?"
Oz rolled his eyes, and let his friend shed him of his shirt.
Devon's pants were around his ankles, and Oz's erection was pressing against
his painfully. Oz knew they didn't have much time left, since it was five
twenty-nine, so he dropped to his knees with a sweeping flair all his own.
Oz idly listened to the loud music playing in the club, listening to Busta
Rhymes proclaiming his check over everyone in a remixed fashion. Then there
was a rap by ODB.
Oz nibbled on Devon's thighs slowly, licking teasingly as he moved up to the
erect shaft in front of him. He slowly took the tip into his mouth, swirling
around in a 360 with his tongue, and then moving to do a slide harmonica move
down the base.
Devon grasped onto the pillows of the couch, his eyes closed tightly as he
tried to refrain from bucking forward to eagerly.
Oz's hand came up to fondle Devon's balls, sliding up and down the bottom of
the base as he took more and more of Devon into his mouth, slowly, laying the
suction on thick.
Devon grunted bucking forward spastically. Oz thanked all God's he hadn't
bitten Devon's cock off as a result, and he continued to continue at his task
Devon moaned out one last time, and came, shouting, "Make's you wanna say
Oz raised an eyebrow, smiling softly. Devon pulled his pants up and reached
for Oz, slipping his arm around the small guitar player's waist. He pulled him
up to the couch, and began to kiss him idly, as he unbuttoned his pants.
They didn't even hear the click of the keys against the door outside, but
they most certainly heard the door open, and the squeak that came from the
Devon slipped his hand out of Oz's pants, and Oz turned to see one of the
last people he'd expect to interrupt their...uh, time together. "Hey Buffy."
"Oz?! What are you doing?!" Buffy's eyes darted around the storage room,
seeing the large box of straws she was looking for. They went right back to
"Band stuff," Oz explained. He turned to Devon, who had his eyes in his
hands, his head shaking.
"Bands don't do stuff like this, Oz," Buffy unconsciously entered the room
"Hey, lady, could you like...shut the door, or leave? I'm kind of naked,"
Devon crossed his arms across his chest, uncrossing them almost immediately
for pulling on his nipple ring. "What are you doing in here anyway? You don't
Oz nodded, "Yeah. Did you need something?"
"Straws! They were out of them at the bar. The chick there forced the keys in
my hand, and pointed me in the direction of this room."
"Oh." Oz stood, walking over to the wall where the boxed straws were being
kept, "Did you want the regular ones, or the neon colors?"
"Oz, you were making out with Devon. That's wrong. What about Willow? What
about heterosexuality? What about decency? What about...good taste?!"
"I told Willow about me and Devon?"
Devon made a meeping sound from the couch, "You did!?"
Oz nodded, "Yeah."
Buffy looked at him incredulously, "And how did she react?"
"Well, she laughed, and told me I was silly. I think she took it well."
"She wasn't taking you seriously, Oz."
Oz shrugged, "That's her problem."
"Come on, babe, you coming or going?" Devon called from the couch.
Buffy's faced scrunched up in an unattractive scowl.
"Well, you're obviously not coming." Devon smirked.
"That's it, this is odd, and strange, and I don't like you!" Buffy pointed a
finger at Devon.
"Oz, make the crazy bitch go away!"
"Nobody calls me a crazy bitch!" Buffy lunged at Devon, but was quickly
caught by Oz, before he fist was to connect with Devon's face.
"God, where did you meet this head case?" Devon backed scooted away from
Buffy. "Let go of my Oz," Buffy relaxed against his grip.
"Are you going to kill Devon?"
"Than I can't let you go," Oz held Buffy tighter, slipping an arm around her
"Oz, I could easily slip out of your hold, but it would involve great
violence to you."
"Let the whacked chick go, Oz." Devon grabbed his shirt, and began to turn it
around the right way.
"You gonna hurt him, Buffy?"
Buffy breathed out heavily, slightly offset by the feeling of Oz's nipples
against the top of her bare, tank-topped back. His arms fit around her so that
there was no space between her and him.
Buffy bit on her lip, which had began to quiver from the feeling of Oz's warm
breath on her neck, and the steady rising and falling of his chest. "I won't
hurt him. Just tell him not to piss me off. I'm not in a good mood."
Buffy felts Oz's arms relinquish her, and she sighed out.
"God, 'not in a good mood'? You're on your rag, aren't you?" Devon finally
mastered the art of turning his shirt inside out.
Buffy lunged at him again, and in a quick fluent movement she had him by his
nipple ring. "If I pull, it'll hurt like Hell."
"Oz!" Devon whined, looking up at the shirtless slacker.
Oz sat down on the couch, "Buffy, is this sudden aggressive behavior brought
on by shock?"
Buffy tugged on the nipple ring, "I'm not in a good mood. Tell your boyfriend
to apologize to me, and I can go and tell Willow what a freak you are."
"I'm sorry. God, fuckin' loony dyke."
Buffy pulled on the ring again, and felt Oz touch her on the arm softly. She
pulled harder on the nipple ring, making Devon shriek. She smirked, "I know
twenty ways you kill you with your own piercing."
Oz perched forward, slipping his hand around her side, "Calm down Buffy. He's
"You're an asshole!" Buffy yelled back at him, "Willow's going to be
Oz slipped his hand down to Buffy's stomach, breathing softly in her ear,
"Don't you want to have something to tell her." He slipped his hand under the
tank-top, and into the waistband of her cargo pants.
"Oz!? What are you doing?" Buffy shivered as she felt Oz's hand slip down to
cup her sex.
Oz slipped his fingers into Buffy's folds, softly manipulating her clit. She
wasn't dripping, but was surprisingly wet. Maybe she'd just been hanging with
"Oz," Buffy moaned, still grabbing onto Devon's nipple ring.
"Get her to let go, man. This is making me nervous."
Oz's hand danced over Buffy's clit, constrained by the tight pants, but still
getting their job done.
Buffy's hand finally let go of Devon's nipple ring, causing him to sigh with
relief. He watched, interested, as Oz brought Buffy to orgasm quickly. Her
face looked so delicate, and released when she came. Oz kissed her on the neck
softly as her orgasm peaked, and then slipped his hand out of her pants.
Oz stood from the couch, leaving Buffy kneeling there, and Devon looking at
her with a raised eyebrow.
Buffy gave Devon an embarrassed, angry look, and stood to turn Oz, "I'm
leaving now. I came here for a straw, hopefully one of those delightful bendy
ones, and this is what I find." Buffy walked quickly on wobbly legs to the
Buffy opened the door, and they all heard the sound of 'Are You That
Somebody' wafting through from the club. She ambled off, mumbling something
about a tea cozy, or whatever.
Oz shut the door, locking it. "Damn," he breathed out.
Devon ran his eyes down Oz's body, seeing his erection through his pants
clearly. "Come here, man...we only have, like, twenty minutes!"