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“Why do you have to make this so difficult?”
He asked himself this multiple times a day, away from everyone and the one that had just the habit of digging under his skin. Either intentionally or by accident, he couldn't figure out why he cared. Normally he wouldn't give it any thought, caught up with his own life. If anything, he'd just give the bassist a look of irritation and make it a mission to piss him off. Get a laugh at making the older man miserable. Now he found himself noticing the way thick fingers curled into fists when Murderface was irritated. The way that oversized jaw would set while green eyes narrowed when he became the butt of every joke.
He knew how much Murderface wanted approval, the attention that it would give him and what the bassist would try to do to get it. Could see the way the older man just craved it.
He also noticed how Murderface would bite at his bottom lip or chew on his thumb when he was sure no one was looking. Finding his gaze being drawn to the man more and more.
Avoiding his gaze in the mirror, Nathan closed his eyes as he tried to force his thoughts away from Murderface. An obscene obsession that had started with brief thoughts while jacking off was turning to something serious. Wondering how it would feel to have those wide lips on his, or the brush that stupid mustache against his upper lip. If Murderface was as good at sucking dick as he was at attempting to bullshit them.
Biting down hard on his lower lip as he shoved his jeans down, tugging and pulling his dick out. What would it feel like to push Murderface down? See how far he could try his luck, to feel those rough fingers curled around him and to just suck him off. Mind reeling with possibilities, each one more depraved.
Swallowing back sounds that crept up the back of his throat, imagining fucking into the bassist. To know what sounds Murderface could make and how his name would sound coming from those lips.
Shoulders hunched, breath heavy as he came, wanting to know and just imagining Murderface swallowing. A groan that resembled Murderface's name escaped, staring down at his cum stained hand.
It took him a minute to look up, to notice wide green eyes and that damned mustache.
Fuck.