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“Nathan!”
Nathan heard his name being called from down the hall, footsteps following. Before he could yell back his bedroom door swung open quickly, smacking the room walls with a loud bang— revealing a very happy Pickles.
“Nathan, you gotta’ see what I got for us!” Pickles shouted, he was holding a large glass mason jar, a loose blue cloth draped over the golden lid.
“What the fuck do you want?” He was curious though, so instead of kicking Pickles out—he sat up from his bed and walked over to the drummer. He observed the jar and noticed the large clump of green sitting at the bottom. “What is it? Pot?”
Pickles smiled with an overly enthusiastic grin, “Yeah dude, its pot! Haven’t had the real shit in forever! Ya’ wanna’ smoke it now?” He placed the jar onto Nathan's bed and began to dig in his pants pockets.
“Won’t everyone like,” Nathan looked side to side “—smell it?”
“Oh c’mon Nathan, don’t be silly,” Pickles pulled a small purple pipe from his pants before going to the other pocket to pull two spliffs. He placed them with the mason jar, “Got these guys too.”
Nathan looked down at Pickles' haul, which was now sitting directly on top of his bed. “If Charles gets pissy, I’m blaming you.” Nathan grabbed one of the cigarette rolled joints, popping it into his mouth, “You got a lighter or what?” Pickles shook his head.
“Aw man! I knew I was forgettin’ something.”
Nathan rolled his eyes, he felt stupid with the unlit cigarette in his mouth. “Don’t worry, I got one.” He dug in his boot and lit the spliff, taking a long drag before stopping dead in his tracks. “Shit should we—? Should we go on the porch?” When the burn kicked in Nathan exhaled, watching as his large gray cloud smacked Pickles right in the eyes. “I haven’t done this in like,” Nathan gave a dry cough, “—two years?” Another cough, this time louder. “We don’t have any fucking water do we?”
They did not.
Pickles didn’t say anything, instead he looked around frantically for any type of liquid. Nathan continued to hack, falling off the bed and rolling around dramatically. He spotted a half empty crumpled water bottle to his left— he grabbed it, and unscrewed the dusty cap. The water was warm and tasted like straight plastic but Nathan finished it anyway. He sat himself up to catch his breath.
“Holy shit,” He whipped his black hair from his face, “That was fucking brutal.” Pickles gave a chuckle, taking the lighter from Nathan and lighting the last spliff. He took a long drag and slumped into Nathan’s bed, before taking another,
“Man this stuff’s great,” Pickles slurred, “—‘s been a long week, hasn’t it?” Nathan shrugged his shoulders and joined Pickles on the bed, He rested his head on the red bed frame before taking a much smaller hit from his spliff. They were aware the room smelled like weed and cigarettes, but they decided to deal with that when the time came.
“Hey, Pickles?”
“What’s up, Big Guy?” Pickles asked,
Nathan looked around his (now foggy) room for a second before replying. “I think I’m high,” Followed by a short chuckle. The corners of the drummers mouth curled into a small smirk,
“Me too. Now I needa’ drink.” Pickles stretched his limbs out, annoyingly, bumping his elbow to Nathan’s. “Whoops,” Pickles looked into the other man’s eyes— which were glossy and red, sitting slightly low. “How you feelin’?” He took another drag.
Nathan slid down on the velvet headboard, sinking deeper into his pillows. “I feel,” another hit, “I feel really good.” He was feeling great, his soft sheets hugged his body, he wasn’t too hot; Pickle's body heat was enough to keep him warm without any discomfort, the cold air that flew through the vents were unable to reach his skin.
Nathan noticed they were strangely close. He looked over at Pickles, who was completely zoned out and chiefing the last of his spliff. He watched as Pickles sucked the last he could, before opening the window closest to Nathan’s bed to flick the bud.
Nathan closed his eyes and let his mind wonder. He got caught up on groupies, their blowjobs especially, reminiscing on some of the best. For some reason— he couldn’t seem to stop thinking about sex, or anything other than. He tried to nip this quickly given the circumstances, but couldn’t seem to. Letting the drugs talk, Nathan blurted, “A blowjob would be awesome right now.” He wasn’t really thinking.
Pickles started coughing, “Duh dude, so what?”
Nathan took another drag. “Groupie Blowjobs are just,” another drag, “—just not doing it for me anymore.” Nathan pointed to the mason jar, hinting at Pickles to pack a bowl. Pickles understood, he sat up and grabbed the jar to open it up. Once unscrewed, he grabbed a few nuggets and placed them in the purple pipe; Pickles put his mouth to the piece and put the lighter to the other end, he circled the flame on the bowl and inhaled as it started to catch flame. He held it in his lungs for a few seconds before blowing the smoke right past Nathan.
“I feel ‘ya Nathan,” Pickles replied, working some of the loose bud back into the bowl with his thumb. “Ya just need someone more skilled,” He hit the pipe again, exhaling before continuing “—Someone who’s not a groupie, know what I mean?” Pickle's red eyes were piercing right through Nathan. He bit his lip slightly, handing Nathan the pipe and lighter. “Get a prostitute or something,” An intoxicated chuckle, “—I dunno.”
Nathan connected with Pickles' gaze. The band members looked at eachother stupidly, a sly smirk on both of their faces. Nathan consciously put the pipe tip to his lips, inhaling deeply. The smoke burnt worse than the spliff— he exhaled, and the coughing started. After a few hacks, he was starting to heat up, his forehead a tad damp. He looked over at Pickles whose shirt was pulled up—wiping a sweat drop from the side of his face, Nathan’s eyes darted to his naval.
“A prostitute?” Nathan made a ‘blegh’ noise, “I don’t want that shit anymore either.” He placed the pipe beside him, “Some of those Groupies are skilled,”
Pickles scoffed, dropping his shirt and sliding closer to Nathan on the silk. “Don’t be silly, those chicks are just a’ bunch of whores.” He tilted his head slightly, watching Nathan’s eyes nervously dart from his pupils. Nathan could feel the stead of his heartbeat pick up, and hoped Pickles couldn’t do the same. “Why are you all hot ‘n bothered?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Nathan looked away, but Pickles didn’t. “It’s just hot as fuck in here.” It felt as if Pickles was ripping him open with his eyes— stirring his guts and trampling whatever stood in his path. Something about it was strangely good, strangely familiar.
“Nathan, ‘ya want a blowjob?”
Nathan was genuinely shocked. Assuming Pickles was joking, “Oh yeah, Sure, Whatever dude,” He was stumbling his words.
“I’m serious dude, I don’t mind.” Pickles grabbed the pipe from beside Nathan. “Light me, I wanna’ do a big one.” Nathan nodded and grabbed the lighter, flicking a small flame into the bowl. He watched Pickle's lips slowly wrap like he had done beforehand, then looking up and noticing the eyes staring right at him. The greens of Pickles Iris’ were slightly covered by his lashes with blush lingering right below.
As if he was walking on eggshells he took his hit with caution; inhaling deeply before pointing to his mouth and back at Nathan, Nathan leaned in and the two joined lips. Pickles blew the smoke into the singer's mouth before pulling away and exhaling. Nathan then did the same, followed by a twitch from his pants.
Nathan was breathing hard. He put a hand to Pickle's leg, “You seriously wanna blow me?” He swallowed his question almost instantly, his face was so red it hurt. The the room stayed silent for a moment.
Pickles let out a slurred giggle, “Come here, Big Guy,” Placing a hand on Nathan’s stomach and slightly leaning him back onto the pillows. “You’re a big pervert,” Nathan was fully erect in his pants and there was no hiding it. Pickles dragged his hand from Nathan’s stomach to his mouth— using the free hand to palm at the fabric above his crotch. He teased at Nathan’s belt, “Nathan,” Pickles cooed, sending a deep tingle down the vocalist's spine and right to his dick. “Look at me c’mon,”
Nathan listened. He focused on Pickle's eyes and nothing but, watching as Pickles rubbed his bottom lip. Turning his thumb to Nathan's mouth and instructing him. “Open your mouth dude,” and Nathan did, he was unable to speak. Only able to focus on what was happening in front of him and unable to look away from Pickles.
Nathan spread his legs a bit wider as Pickles continued to palm him, his fingers searching around the fabric in soft patterns; Pickles popped another finger inside of Nathan’s mouth, watching as Nathan desperately grinded his hips into his hand, he started to unzip the bottoms.
They sat at Nathan’s knees now. Unveiling the large bulge in his boxers, Pickles pulled his fingers from the man’s mouth and placed them to the tip of Nathan’s cock— beginning to rub the saliva in circles through the material. Nathan inhaled sharply, “Holy fuck, Pickles,” He moaned, Pickles kept up his motions until Nathan couldn’t stay still any longer, Nathan’s cock dribbled as Pickles pulled his finger up to reveal the thick string of pre-cum that was attached, “You’re so fucking good,” Nathan couldn’t stay still any longer; he grabbed Pickles face and shoved his tongue down his throat, his hands naturally fell to pickles ass and so he cautiously (though optimistically,) squeezed. “Please suck my dick,” Nathan pathetically pleaded through crashed teeth.
Pickles smiled. “So needy, can’t even wait a minute, can ‘ya?” He was enjoying this plenty, gaining power over Nathan wasn’t easy, and this was the first time Pickles was actually doing it. “Iv never seen you like this,”
Nathan ignored Pickles, he pulled down his underwear and kicked his clothing aside— “Shut up.” Pulling Pickles down to his cock by a dread, “Do what you’re best at, right?” Pickles tried to grasp what he was dealing with, but shock was distracting him. Nathan’s dick throbbed hungrily upright with clear streaks leaking from the pink tip, pooling at his balls. To Pickle's surprise he wasn’t as hairy as the rest of his body was, his pubes were trimmed and oddly neat. “Hurry up,”
Pickles took Nathan's tip into his mouth. He used a hand to cup his balls, and slowly stroked the base of his cock with the other. He made sure to go slow so he could fully enjoy this moment while he could— Nathan was a sweating mess; black hair stuck to the sides of his face while his mouth stayed agape, the deep warm feeling inside him growing.
Nathan was trying, but Pickles was good, and he was dangerously close. “Stop, shit.” Nathan pushed Pickles' hands off of him and darted to the drummer's belt instead. Nathan pulled at the leather so quickly that Pickles didn’t have time to help him with it. Nathan flipped Pickles into the bed and spread his ass. “Holy fuck,” Pickles let out a suprised moan, “Can I…?” Nathan started to trail off,
Pickles understood. “Whatever you want big guy,”
With those words Nathan reached to Pickles mouth and forced his pointer and middle finger in once again. He pulled them out and brought them over to Pickles' holes— teasing at his clit before inserting one of the fingers into Pickles' pussy. “Dude you’re like,” Pickles didn’t need any lube, as he already began to push his ass back into Nathan’s hand, “Real deep,”
Nathan gave a deep laugh, “I’m not even in you yet,”
Pickles couldn’t hold back his noises. He cried into Nathan’s pillows as Nathan worked his way inside his body, everything burned but everything felt so good, it felt like he might just die. “Nathan please,” wet slaps ran throughout the vacant room. At this moment, either man could care less if the entire castle could hear them.
“Please, what?”
“Please Nathan, I can’t,” Pickles was biting his hand now, “Fuck me, I need you,” Nathan inserted the second finger, and continued to open the drummer up. “Your dick, please Nathan,”
“What about it?” Nathan had the widest grin on his face. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” He split his fingers, and began to scissor the inside of Pickles, “You may want to speak up, loud mouth.”
“Just fuck me Nathan, God,” Pickles begged, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer now, and Nathan wasn’t listening. “Dude, please,”
Nathan pulled his fingers from Pickle's body, and Pickle's limbs gave up on him. He planted face-first into the bed—before he could react he was being flipped over on his back, Nathan pushing the man's legs apart and scooted Pickles crotch up to his face while holding his waist. He hovered for a bit, Pickles noticed himself clenching up. That’s when he realized; for the first time in a while, he was getting nervous during sex. He watched as Nathan’s eyes traced every part of him— lighting his skin on fire and making him gulp. Nathan dove down, licking a stripe up Pickles slit before doing the same on the other side, gently spreading him open to admire the view,
“Nathan,” Pickles pushed his head away and pointed to Nathan’s dick, “Hurry up, or I’m gonna die,”
“You made me wait, just give me a minute,” Nathan continued looking at Pickle's pussy, before going in mouth first, and lapping at his bud desperately. Pickles gasped, grabbing a fistful of Nathan’s hair and pushing his head harder. Almost as if he was starving he ate Pickles up like a feral animal on prey— his lewd moans rattling Nathan’s body. “I’m gonna’ cum man,”
So Nathan quickly stopped. He was satisfied for now. He wiped his mouth and pulled his cock to Pickle's opening, but he wasn’t going to make it this easy; he slapped himself against Pickles, leaning up to his ear and whispering “You moan like a bitch,” then sliding his cock between the man’s lower lips, a hand on pickles navel. “You ready?” Nathan placed his tip to Pickles hole— fighting the urge to move,
Pickles was the most embarrassed he’s ever felt in his life. It wasn’t bad, just different, something sweet hid among the sour vulnerability. “Duh,”
And so Nathan pushed, making sure to move slowly as he glided inside his band mate. Pickles was perfect for him, barely needing time to catch up, just how Nathan liked it; “You’re so fucking tight,” sweat fell from Nathan and on top Pickles chest, “Jesus Christ,” Nathan’s groans were heaven to Pickles ears, their noises had rhythm, as if they were creating a song of their own.
Pickles couldn't speak and was unable to feel anything but the pleasure from Nathan’s dick, the singer's hand pushed down where his cock breached Pickles stomach. “Who knew we had such a slut in the band?” Nathan pumped faster, slapping skin— Nathan bent Pickles legs in to reach deeper. “Might as well get everyone else in here, huh? I’m sure you’d be happy to take them.”
Nathan’s dirty talk was driving Pickles crazy. He wanted to jump up and devour him in one bite, but he couldn’t. So instead he spoke, “Nathan, faster, oh my god.” Everything came out in mumbles. Pickles was crying out, “I’m so close, I’m gonna,” Nathan pushed harder on Pickles belly, picking up his pace, “I’m gonna die,” Pickles had his own hand in his mouth to bite down on his knuckles. “I’m gonna,”
Everything came crashing down. Pickles climax hit him out of nowhere, he clenched around Nathan instantly “I’m cumming, I’m fuckin,” Pickles was holding on to sheets for dear life as Nathan continued fucking him into the bed, with Pickles orgasm still going, his moans were loud and strained as they mixed with Nathan’s low groans. He couldn’t tell if he was cumming again or if it was just that good. “Nathan,” he squeeked. Nathan pulled out, shooting thick strings all over Pickle's stomach in rapid succession. The vocalist bit his lip hard, stroking the last few drops out of his cock over Pickles— applauding his work.
“Holy shit.” Nathan collapsed on top of Pickles as they collected their breaths, Pickles rolled over and picked up the pipe— lighting it and inhaling the large cloud.
“We have to do that again sometime,” Nathan said,
Pickles took a hit, passing it to Nathan. “Don't worry,” he exhaled, “—we definitely will.”