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"stelle, please," dan heng begs, tugging on his friend's sleeve.
dan heng's desperate. he's usually not this.. embarrassing, yet desperate times call for desperate measures. auditions are coming soon and he needs someone to help him practice bass. his dearest friend seems to find it amusing–repeatedly asking him to beg harder, better if he does it fully bowing.
in all honesty, he's supposed to be a guitarist. he's had experience playing it for about half a year, and has gotten quite proficient at playing rhythm. unfortunately, the band's flyers were asking for a bass player, whilst dan heng has never even held one.
technically, the bass is supposed to be easy for a guitarist, but dan heng's unsure. he's never played for a band; what if he fails to follow the group's rhythm? playing alone and together are two different things; there needs to be chemistry between members.
so there he is, on his knees, kowtowing to stelle while the other looks down on him, with a full blown smirk that dan heng desperately wants to rip off.
dan heng tilts his head, facing stelle. his hands are now gripping on stelle's ankles as he says in distress, "i will pay for your date with march to the amusement park. please, help me."
the smirk on stelle grows larger, with a hand on her chin and the other on her hip. its march's authentic "thinking pose", and dan heng finds it extremely horrifying how those two are becoming more like each other with each passing day.
stelle hums in approval. "okay, deal."
sighing, dan heng gets up, shaking stelle's hand as a sign to keep their promises.
"so.. all you need is for me to find you a good drummer, right?" stelle asks, recapping dan heng's favor.
"yes." he nods, already flinging his bag over his shoulders. "anyone will do. just make sure to have someone by monday, please."
stelle pats him on the shoulder, giving a thumbs up. “rest easy, dan heng. have some faith in me.”
it's monday, and dan heng is navigating the crowded cafeteria for an empty seat.
“dan heng, over here!” stelle half-shouts, waving him over.
“stelle, hey.” dan heng sets his food tray down, slipping in to his seat. his eyes dart over to the dark clad stranger sitting beside his friend. the man has an intimidating aura around him; his hands are crossed in front of him while his head hangs low. dark locks of his overgrown hair cascade down his shoulders, obstructing dan heng from getting a clear view of his face.
he nudges stelle, mouthing, "is this who i think it is?"
at that, stelle beams up. "i almost forgot about him."
she pokes the man on his arm, waking him up from his uncomfortable napping position. the scowl on his face seems to be his everyday accessory, as if to ward off pesky flies. and it sort of works, there's a feeling of uneasiness that makes dan heng want to run away. although before he could, stelle stands up, her fingers pointing at the stranger.
"dan heng, this is blade. blade, dan heng."
"uhh," his hand falters as he reaches out for a shake. "pleasure to meet you."
blade finally looks at him, his eyes a piercing red to his blue ones. dan heng finds himself captivated, unable to look away as he feels the other's palms on his. blade keeps his gaze on dan heng, even as their hands break apart, and it's only when stelle chuckles awkwardly that he finally does.
"so, i've kept my end of the deal. here's your drummer. i hope you two achieve great things together," she says, already stepping away from the table, "goodbye and good luck."
ah, dan heng never expected that this drummer would be so fucking obnoxious.
"why are you so slow? stop randomly losing speed. also, you’re just switching between the E and D string, why am i hearing chords on the A?" *
"oh, shut up, blade. the tempo's too fast, i'm not used to it yet."
"well then, just get used to it," blade replies snarkily, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. and he's right, dan heng needs to get his shit together. though, the way the other treats him is ridiculously annoying–it makes dan heng want to shove a stick up blade's ass.
they've been going at it for a week. almost an entire week. as much as dan heng hates to admit, it might’ve been his fault for this whole ordeal. dan heng slowly dreads that he might've chosen the wrong song for a beginner. he loves rock music, and fortunately so does blade. dan heng's particularly interested in bands like red hot chili peppers and muse. they all sound great, both bands have really famous basslines that stand out, though he backed down when he found out the former has slap bass**. the other that appealed to him was muse's song called supermassive black hole, and blade looks really eager to play it. blade had said it was easy.
"just follow my drums and you'll be fine."
so, he should believe in his drummer, right? wrong, never trust strangers you just got acquainted with a week ago. he regrets listening to blade, and that one youtuber that makes the bassline look easy. it feels as if his fingers have abs, as if he deadlifts with only a pointer and middle finger. and don’t get him started on the fretting*** hand. dan heng feels like he’s about to cry when he opens the song tabs. hell, they even haunt his dreams now. stelle’s right, maybe he should’ve done another one bites the dust.
“hey,” a voice calls out.
it breaks dan heng from his internal monologue. moving his gaze away from the decorated studio walls, he stares back at blade.
“break?” dan heng asks, a small part of him hopeful.
“not until you get to the end of the first chorus perfectly.”
“but-”
“no. you’re literally just repeating the same lines until right before the first couplet. that’s so easy. even i can do that.”
dan heng wants to fall to his knees, dramatically, under the rain as he yells his heart out. it’s impossible to reason with this man. he should've never asked stelle for help, maybe he'd do better as a bedroom guitarist.
"let's go again from the top."
dan heng sighs, sitting up on the chair. he replugs his bass to the amp and turns the volume up. they play through the intro, into the first verse, ending after the chorus. blade would comment on his every mistake, saying things like "wrong fret", "why are you slowing down? are my drums not loud enough to hear, huh?", "even people from a mile away can hear you pressing the wrong string".
dan heng is about to combust. maybe he should, he'll bring blade's entire studio down with him. he no longer cares if it's his fault to begin with, he just needs blade to shut the fuck up.
"can you stop commenting on everything? i know i still mess up but you're just ruining my focus."
"oh, just suck it up. you're the one asking for help and i am giving you exactly that."
"or, you could try to say things.. i don't know, nicer?"
"nah, i'm good. maybe it's you that shouldn't have tried out for auditions. you suck. should've just stuck with your mainstream fender guitar instead of trying."
oh hell no.
dan heng grits his teeth. he stands from his chair, setting down the bass as carefully as he can. he's seeing red as he walks to the drums, turns blade to him, and grabs him by the collar.
"you!" he snarls, grip tightening. "you should watch your mouth."
"hooo, kitty's gone mad hasn't he?"
dan heng's decided. he's really going to shove a damn drum stick up blade's ass. and maybe suck on his cock, that'll shut him up for once.
in terms of size, blade isn't that much bigger than dan heng per se. he's just a tad bit buffer, or dan heng's just guessing based on his shirts that look a bit too small for the size of his pecs. with a hand still gripping blade's shirt, he pulls the other man up, shoving him over to the couch just behind the drums. the sudden movement catches blade off guard, and he falls right at center into his heap of pillows.
dan heng's straddling him now. his hands are on either side of blade, caging him in. a hand forcefully grasps blade's chin, tilting it up towards dan heng.
"tell me, what does that mouth do other than yap?"
"wanna find out?"
"bet."
dan heng would be lying if he says he never dreams of kissing blade's well-maintained looking lips. perhaps he's been around the man and his compression shirts too much because as soon as he finishes speaking, he surges forward, catching the other's lips in his. blade returns with the same ferocity, turning the kiss into a heated battle of dominance. dan heng deepens the kiss, licking into blade's mouth.
blade is the first to pull away, slightly panting and out of breath. his face is tinted with a nice shade of red to which dan heng can't help but mutter out, "cute."
dan heng's lips trace the outline of the drummer's jaw, grazing over the shell of his ear. blade can feel dan heng's breath on his neck, the sensation sending ripples all over his skin. dan heng cups his lips over a spot beside blade's collarbone. he sucks and bites on it. he's just guessing, though based on the other man's pleasurable whimpers it seems that dan heng has hit the jackpot.
blade reaches between them, attempting to free his erection that's growing more uncomfortable with every passing second in the confines of his tight boxers. dan heng stops him halfway, skillfully pinning his arm above his head.
"be patient. we'll get there when i say so," he whispers. blade sighs as dan heng licks a stripe up the column of his neck. his tongue dances across the expanse of blade's uncovered skin, marking every bit as his. but it isn't enough. a part of dan heng wishes he could devour this man entirely.
their lips rejoin. this time they move as slow, languid kisses. dan heng takes his time, relishing the feeling of having blade's lips on his. his always looks so soft, so nourished, and plump. and today, dan heng can finally taste them. it's strawberry, a flavor you'd never think someone like blade would wear. but dan heng secretly likes it a lot, maybe seeing this man everyday for a week has changed him in some ways.
dan heng's hands travel down blade's sides, going leisurely enough to take in every bit of muscle and curve. a hand squeezes on his pecs, stopping to play with the hardened nipple through the piece of clothing. blade jolts at the contact, letting out a needy whine when dan heng continues to tease. the bassist chuckles, using his other hand to palm at the other's bulging tent through his sweats. his fingers tease around, drawing circles at the patch of darkened fabric, occasionally pressing a pad of his thumb on it.
taking his sweet, sweet time, dan heng takes in everything blade has to offer, from his pleasant moans to every scrunch of his eyebrows. the man under him has his head tilted back, his eyes squeezed shut and his lips parted in an "o" shape. dan heng can't hold himself back when he leans in, running his tongue over the plush upper lip, circling down to the bottom before giving them a small peck. he pulls away, peppering kisses through the drummer’s body as he slowly lowers himself down. dan heng’s fingers are toying with the hem of blade’s sweats now, his eyes searching the other’s face for any sort of restraint.
blade nods, hiding his fierce blush behind the back of his hand. “go ahead.”
next thing he knows, his pants are splayed on the studio’s carpeted floors, followed by his boxers. blade peeks between his fingers to catch the sight of dan heng; his orbs have darkened with a look of lecherousness. he gulps as he feels hot breath drawing closer to his aching length, moaning in surprise when dan heng takes him whole.
“fuck!” blade screams through gritted teeth. a hand shoots out to anchor behind dan heng’s head, his fingers gripping harshly at the bassist’s tousled locks. dan heng smirks at the reaction–blade should be grateful he’s as desperate for this, or he’ll spend eons just repeatedly teasing the other man until he pathetically cums.
dan heng hollows his cheeks and carefully sucks. the sudden wet feeling surrounding blade has him arching his back, and his lips can't stop calling out dan heng's name. dan heng has had his fair share of cocks up his throat, in other words, he's experienced. dan heng lets his tongue swirl around the head, then rests it on the underside of blade's cock, adding more pressure. blade's hand is forcefully pinning his head down and his moans grow increasingly more unrestrained with each suck.
dan heng has a hand fondling blade's balls, while the other playfully probes at his rim. the edge of a finger nudges its way in, sending shivers up blade’s spine. dan heng lets his impulsive thoughts gush over. he stops and grabs one of blade's aluminum drum sticks that he keeps on one of his drawers. don't ask dan heng how he knows, he definitely hasn't done any peeking around. he gathers his saliva, spitting them on his palm. blade watches puzzledly as dan heng works his hand through the metal rod, coating the blunt edge with natural lubricant. dan heng gazes up from between blade’s thighs, the stick on one hand and a full blown smirk on his face.
“w- wait, what are you-” blade’s question is cut short when he feels the cold tang of metal breaching his insides. the grunt that comes out of him is unnatural, one might say. and so is the stick poking out blade’s ass. oh well, he’s just going to have to deal with 10 inches of drum stick sticking out his ass while dan heng works on his cock.
dan heng repositions himself on blade’s lap after discarding his undergarments. his own length has been throbbing, begging for release. dan heng lines them up, his hand circling on both of theirs. he gives a few experimental pumps, the excess spit providing enough wetness for his hands to slide easily. his thumb teases blade’s tip, running the finger over his slit and pressing on it. blade’s arms are around dan heng’s shoulders, keeping the smaller man close. his head hides between the crook of dan heng’s neck as rows of pleasing sounds escape his shuddering lips.
dan heng feels blade clench under him. he’s close.
“come for me,” he mutters as his hand picks up the pace of his strokes.
blade releases soon after, his fluids spurting all over his and dan heng’s shirts. the sight of blade sends dan heng dizzy with building euphoria, his hand speeding up more to reach his own impending orgasm. dan heng comes with a loud groan. his hips buck up on blade’s already softening cock, pulling out small whimpers from the other man.
they lay limply against each other. it’s all quiet, just panted breaths sounding across the room, together with the stench of sweat and sex. blade’s the first to break the silence.
“what the fuck was that?” he asks weakly, his head still pressed on dan heng’s shoulder.
“what was what?”
“the damn stick. can you at least.. remove it now?”
ah, dan heng has already forgotten about that.
he sheepishly pulls blade away from, reaching behind him to tug on the stick. it slips out easily and plops to the floor.
“spur of the moment, i guess.”
it’s quiet again, the awkward kind. this time dan heng speaks up.
“uh, no hard feelings. i wasn’t trying to take out my frustrations on you. i’ll practice more by myself. please.. be patient with me.”
blade sighs. he wraps his arms around dan heng’s waist, pulling him in for a kiss. dan heng has to take a few seconds to reciprocate, this is too sudden.
blade leans away, just enough for their lips to unlock and gently press against each other.
“i’m sorry too. about the thing i said about your guitar.”
“o- oh.. that’s fine i-”
blade tugs on his chin, forcing dan heng to look straight at him.
“i think that you'll play better with your guitar. leave the bass to our band’s bassist.”
“what do you mean..”
“ditch the auditions. join our band, dan heng.”
blade might as well proposed to him on the spot. he’s reluctant at first, but seeing the look on blade’s face gives dan heng a rush of courage he didn’t know he had.
he nods. blade smiles, warmly this time.
“welcome to destiny’s slaves.”