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The blaze of the TV was the only source of light in the room, showing some shitty MTV programme that neither 2D nor Murdoc were paying any attention to. The muffled chatter and music were like static in their ears and the obnoxious screen was like a fire in the otherwise pitch black living room.
It was almost 2 in the morning, Kong Studios still and quiet, which was a nice rarity, especially on the weekend.
Russel and Noodle were asleep in their rooms, but 2D and Murdoc had been sitting on the couch for hours, staring at the TV with their eyes glazed and their mouths partly open.
The whole band had been in good spirits for the past few weeks after releasing their new single Rock The House, which was received extremely well and was making its’ way into the UK charts.
Everyone was getting along really well, even 2D and Murdoc, who usually either fought (aka Murdoc bullying 2D) or avoided each other as much as possible (aka 2D pestering Murdoc and being told to fuck off).
Now they were often hanging out and getting high, watching TV and taking the piss out of everything.
That Saturday in the early hours of the morning, the two of them were stoned and silent, glued to the couch and looking at the TV, but not actually watching whatever was on. Neither of them felt like making the effort to get up, or change the channel, or move at all. On top of the table in front of them were cigarettes and coke cans scattered about, along with Murdoc’s favourite bong that he let 2D use (after himself, of course).
The two hadn’t uttered a word in almost 3 hours.
Soon though, Murdoc reached out to try and give 2D a nudge. He failed by a few inches as 2D was on the far end of the couch, and Murdoc on the other far end.
He gave a halfhearted grunt as his arm wavered around 2D, too lazy to actually touch him.
“Oi,” He muttered, barely looking at him, “Put something else on.”
2D blinked very slowly before (equally slowly) turning his head to acknowledge his bandmate.
“You’ve got the remote.” He pointed out.
“Do I...?” Murdoc mumbled mostly to himself, looking around.
He then spotted the remote on the floor next to him, and remembered dropping it to the ground a while ago.
He grunted and muttered some more as he barely reached for it before quickly giving up. He dismissed the thing with a wave of his hand and settled back into the couch.
After about 5 minutes, he scrunched his face up at the TV, getting irritated by some blonde bloke acting like an utter twat.
“Rubbish telly.” He grumbled.
“Thought you was putting something else on.” 2D reminded him.
“Bah... Forget it. Everything on here’s bloody crap. All the same bloody shit. Makes me sick.” And yet he continued to stay still, aside from crossing his arms in annoyance.
“Might be a zombie film on.” 2D suggested, before perking up at the idea, sitting up a little more and eyeing the room for the remote.
“You and your fucking zombie films,” Murdoc replied with a scowl, “What’s so bloody thrilling about zombies, eh? Slow and stupid- Hawhaw, maybe you relate with em’, is that it?”
“Zombie’s are cool, Murdoc,” 2D insisted, “I just like em’.”
“Like them, do you,” Murdoc snickered, “How much d’you like them then, hm..? Wanna shag a zombie, 2D?”
2D snorted in reply and shook his head.
“Nah, they’re just well creepy. I’ve always liked horror films and zombie ones are the best.”
But Murdoc was insistent on making fun of 2D and embarrassing him, grinning his infamous grin and edging slightly closer.
“Oh yeah, I bet you love watching em’, eh? Bet they make you feel reeeeal good,” He stuck his abnormally long tongue out as he continued to tease, “Probably don’t even watch porn, you just turn on a good ol’ zombie flick and you’re all rrrriled up n’ rrrready to go, eh?”
2D was still smiling but didn’t laugh this time, shaking his head again.
“Come off it, Murdoc,” He said, “That’s grim.”
“You said it, mate. Though I suppose it’s not right to judge someone’s fetish. Whatever gets your rrrocks off is your business.” Murdoc put his hands up in mock surrender.
“I don’t have a fetish,” 2D continued to insist, “Er- I mean, I do. Just not a zombie one.”
Murdoc cackled in reply.
“Yeah right. Bet your little knob’s hard just thinking about it. A hoard of zzzombies all over you- A zombie orgy, with you right in the middle. D’you get off on the thought of their rotting flesh, their rrrank breath all around ya, huh?”
2D was becoming less and less humoured every second.
“Shut up, Murdoc,” He snipped, “And my knob ain’t little.”
Murdoc chuckled and 2D felt his face get hot with embarrassment.
“2D, old chum, you forget; I spent a year looking after your sssttupid comatose body, including changing your little outfits, right down to your skivvies. I saw the whollllle sausage n’ beans- Or, mini sausage, rather.”
2D’s face was becoming increasingly red. He knew Murdoc was just saying it to wind him up, and he hated that it was working.
“Oh, piss off, would you,” He snapped with a glare, “You’re just saying that to be a twat. It ain’t small, and if you did see it, you’d know that. You’re just lying ‘coz you’re jealous.”
Murdoc’s grin wavered a little and 2D’s heart seemed to stop for a second in fear.
His bandmate’s moods were always unpredictable and the atmosphere of any situation could change in seconds if someone said the wrong thing and made him angry.
But Murdoc simply snorted and pointed a grimy finger in 2D’s direction.
“Watch yourself, faceache. What would I have to be jealous of, huh? Birds catch a view of my mega meat and they swoon. Beg me to unleash my beast into their sopping wet caves.”
2D wrinkled his nose at Murdoc’s choice of words and then continued to wrinkle his nose at Murdoc’s hand as it clutched his clothed cock while he spoke.
2D quickly looked away and back up at Murdoc.
“Yeah well birds like what I’ve got too, thanks.” He said with a firm nod of his head.
“Ohohoh, I’m sure.” Murdoc’s grin etched fully back onto his face.
“They do!” 2D huffed.
There was a short silence after that, the two just looking at each other, 2D miffed with a frown on his face, and Murdoc still grinning, along with an almost crazed look in his eye.
Suddenly, Murdoc pounced forward and grabbed at 2D’s cock through his trousers, still grinning wildly, and 2D yelped in shock, backing up as far as he could.
“Murdoc what-?! What the bloody hell, get off!” He yelled out, attempting to sound angry but ending up just sounding terrified.
“What’s the matter, I’m just checking if the proof’s in the pudding!” Murdoc sounded delighted, as if he were a top class comedian and had just told the world’s funniest joke.
“What are you talking about, let go, let go-a me!” 2D continued to struggle, but Murdoc wouldn’t budge.
“Thought you were proud of it!”
“You’re bloody nutty in the head you sicko, let go!”
In reply to that, Murdoc gave 2D’s cock a sharp squeeze, and 2D cried out.
“OWW!!! Stop, Murdoc, please stop, I give up okay- Truce! Truce!”
Murdoc laughed, but it didn’t sound as harsh as before, and his grip actually loosened slightly. 2D stared at him in confusion, his big black eyes wide and bewildered.
Then Murdoc’s hand started to move a little.
Not wanting to risk another painful squeeze, 2D stayed still, watching the hand move around in little circles.
When he looked back up, Murdoc was staring right at him, watching his reaction.
“Murdoc?”
“Mhmm..?”
“You’re… You haven’t let go.”
“Nnyeah, I haven’t,” Murdoc chuckled, “Whatcha gonna do about it, faceache?”
“Um. Ask you to stop?”
Another chuckle.
“Nahh, I don’t think so. See, I think you like it. Feels good, eh?”
Murdoc’s hand squeezed again, but much softer this time. 2D let out a soft gasp, which made Murdoc chuckle some more and stroke a little faster.
“Murdoc… Seriously, stop. What the hell are you doing? You… You’re just high, yeah? Let’s just calm down a bit and- and-“ Before 2D could babble any more, he felt his hand being grabbed and moved to rest on Murdoc’s lap.
He let out an embarrassing squeak and tried to pull his hand away, but Murdoc held his wrist tight.
“Come on mate,” His voice had lowered into a husky and… sultry tone, “I’m hard. And you’re hard. We’re just two mates giving each other a- haw- helping hand, so to speak. No harm no foul, eh?”
Horrifyingly, 2D realised he was hard.
Well, he couldn’t help that, could he?
Murdoc wasn’t hurting him now, he was making him feel good.
But why? It didn’t feel like he was making fun of him anymore so… Was he actually into it?
Then 2D suddenly noticed he was ever so slightly moving his hand on his own, feeling the hard bulge in Murdoc’s trousers.
Murdoc seemed to notice as well, and he let out a soft snicker.
“There we go,” He practically whispered, “That’s it, faceache.”
2D hesitated, almost about to snatch his hand back, but for some reason he just kept going.
Murdoc eventually let his wrist go, and instead of moving away and running off to his room, 2D just… kept rubbing.
He chalked it up to the both of them just being high as kites, and tried not to think too much about what was actually happening.
As if reading his mind, Murdoc muttered, “Don’t think about it, dents. Just feel it. Go with the flow.”
“This is so bloody weird.” 2D replied very quietly.
After maybe a minute of rubbing, Murdoc suddenly moved away, making 2D flinch and look up at him in confusion.
Murdoc was fiddling with his belt, and then, before 2D could protest, he was fishing out his rock hard cock.
“Murdoc!” 2D practically shrieked, covering his eyes with his hands.
Murdoc laughed at his reaction.
“Oh grow up, dents. It’s not gonna bite ya!”
Then he felt hands grabbing at his own belt, and he yelled out, moving away and attempting to kick Murdoc off.
“No no no no,” He cried, “Don’t- Murdoc, stop it! Get off!”
But Murdoc was more determined, and definitely stronger, and soon his hand was reaching into 2D’s trousers and into his pants, and finally onto his cock.
“Oi, stop squirming, would you,” Murdoc huffed, “I’m doing you a favour here, faceache! You ought to be grateful, yeah?”
“Grateful?!” 2D spluttered, watching Murdoc pull out his cock and give it a little stroke.
“There, that’s better,” He had a triumphant grin on his face that 2D wanted to slap off, “Not bad, faceache, not bad at all.”
“S’bigger than yours’.” 2D muttered before he could stop himself, and his eyes widened at his own words, watching Murdoc’s expression and preparing for the worst.
There was about a millisecond of anger on his face, but it was quickly replaced by a smarmy smile.
“Oh yeah?” Murdoc let go of 2D’s cock to hold his own again.
2D couldn’t help but look at it a little closer. Just to make sure he was right.
It was smaller, just a bit. A lot thicker, though.
2D’s was long and skinny, like everything else about him.
Murdoc didn’t seem to care all that much anyway. He just crept closer.
“Let’s measure em’ up then, eh,” He chuckled and did exactly that, lining them up together, “Mmm… Oh yeah, there we go.”
2D’s face was burning red and his heart was hammering so hard he thought he might pass out. He couldn’t quite tell if he was turned on or terrified.
He decided it was both.
“Go on,” Murdoc stroked himself and urged 2D to do the same, “I know you want to, D. You’re all pent up, but you don’t have to be.”
“Oi, that rhymed,” 2D pointed out, “We could make some good lyrics outta that-“
Murdoc gave the side of his head a sharp slap.
“Ow!”
“You numbskull! We’ve got our fucking cocks out and you’re thinking about bloody song lyrics!”
“Well, to be fair, Murdoc, that’s sort of our job, yeah? In fact maybe now’s a good time to stop… this and work on some music-“
Murdoc quickly interrupted him with a long, hard stroke, making him gasp out. Then he grabbed his hand and guided him to stroke it himself.
Soon the two of them were stroking themselves, 2D slow and hesitant, whilst Murdoc was a little quicker- and clearly eager.
2D looked everywhere but Murdoc’s face. He mainly watched their hands going up and down, up and down. It was actually kind of hypnotic.
Murdoc however was looking right at 2D, gauging all his little reactions: his teeth holding onto his bottom lip to quieten his gasps and whimpers, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly, his eyebrows pinched together in anxiety, the sweat on his forehead, the red blush on his cheeks…
“I think I prefer you like this, ya know,” He spoke in a hushed voice, edging his mouth closer to 2D’s ear, “Needy. Desperate. Hot and horny… Not as irritating as you usually are. Maybe we should do this more often, eh? Make me more fond of you. You’d prefer a stroke to the cock than a slap to the face, wouldn’t you, 2D?”
2D could barely keep up with what he was saying. He let out a shaky moan, squeezing his eyes shut.
Then he felt Murdoc’s hand join his own.
His eyes shot open, finally looking Murdoc in the face. Murdoc winked at him and continued to stroke his aching cock.
For some reason he didn’t want Murdoc to be left out, so he grabbed hold of his cock, and soon they were stroking each other, and this time they were both looking into each other’s eyes.
This close up, Murdoc could very faintly see where 2D’s pupils were behind all that dark blood, which made his cock throb even harder.
“M-Murdoc…” 2D whispered, “I…”
“Mmm, yeah? You feel good, D?”
2D felt overwhelmed. He could barely believe this was happening.
He nodded in reply, and then before he knew it, he was closing his eyes and pushing his lips onto Murdoc’s.
He didn’t know why he did it.
Kissing just came naturally to him when he was messing around with girls.
Except this wasn’t a girl.
It was a bloke.
And not just any bloke.
It was Murdoc.
But it was too late. He was kissing Murdoc, and for some reason he couldn’t stop.
Murdoc just stayed still for a few seconds, eyes blown wide.
Part of him wanted to push the idiot off, but, bizarrely, another part of him wanted to kiss back.
He wrenched his face away, glaring at 2D and making him shrink back in embarrassment.
2D couldn’t help feeling a little hurt, so he turned his head and looked down to avoid Murdoc’s judging eyes.
“Dullard...” Murdoc sighed and grabbed 2D’s chin with a harsh grip, turning his face the other away, before leaning down to give his long, soft neck a long, hard suck.
“Shit! Mm…” 2D moaned and moved his head further to the side to give Murdoc more room.
Murdoc continued to suck at his skin, and then, with a dark chuckle, he sank his sharp teeth in, making 2D scream like a little girl and push him off.
“Fuck! Murdoc! That bloody hurt!”
“Oh, don’t be such a pansy, faceache,” Murdoc rolled his eyes, “I barely nipped ya.”
“Yeah well it’s bleeding, look!” 2D’s fingers felt along the mark, and he winced.
“It suits you.” Was all he had to say to that, and 2D, annoyingly, felt himself blush.
He tried to glare at him, but Murdoc just grinned and got closer, wrapping his hand around his cock again, delighted to find it was still wonderfully hard.
“And this is telling me you enjoyed it, so quit your bitching and let’s carry on, shall we?”
2D wanted to argue, but he couldn’t; not when Murdoc touched him like that.
So he grabbed Murdoc’s cock, which was also still wonderfully hard, and continued stroking, going a little faster this time and watching Murdoc’s face more intensely.
He couldn’t help the shot of arousal that blossomed through his body as he looked into Murdoc’s wild eyes.
There was something scary and also thrilling about the way he looked at him, like he wanted to devour him.
He’d never looked at him like that before.
Except maybe when he woke up from his coma. When he stood up, and they both stared at one another.
The memory made him let out a pathetic little whine, and he had to close his eyes.
He wanted to kiss Murdoc again.
But he couldn’t; clearly Murdoc wasn’t going to reciprocate.
It made him ache, and he desperately wanted to beg Murdoc to kiss him, which was mental. The fact that this was even happening at all, that they were wanking each other off, made 2D’s head spin, and he briefly wondered if this was all just some crazy dream he was having.
Desperate to shut his brain up, to just give in and feel even better than he was already feeling, 2D decided to try one more time, and he kissed Murdoc again, his heart thudding hard against his chest.
Murdoc’s grin was wiped off his face as the little dullard planted one on him a second time.
He was tempted to give him a slap upside the head again, but when he saw how desperate the little bugger looked, he held back.
Well, alright, fine. He could play along.
But not quite like this.
2D was too soft, too gentle. Murdoc couldn’t stand it.
So he grabbed a chunk of his hair and pulled, making 2D whine in pain.
Then he kissed the twit back, but much harder, much rougher.
He was practically snogging his face off while 2D tried to keep up.
They continued stroking each other, faster and more desperate than before.
“Murdoc, wait, I’m-“
“Shh- Shut up, just-“
Murdoc gave his bottom lip a harsh bite, making him bleed.
2D cried out, but before he could complain any more, Murdoc sucked at the skin, tasting the blood and groaning in pleasure.
“Open your mouth.” He ordered in a low, quiet voice.
2D hesitated, but couldn’t help obeying, letting his mouth open slightly.
“Wider.”
So he opened wider.
Then Murdoc’s too-long tongue was in his mouth, and 2D didn’t know whether to gag in disgust or to suck in need.
He ended up doing both.
Soon the two of them were sucking on each other’s tongues, biting each other’s lips and moaning into each other’s mouths, all the while their hands desperately stroked up and down, faster and faster.
“Murdoc,” 2D cried out in a broken voice, his eyes filling up with tears, “I’m- I think I’m-“
“Awww, hawhaw, are you close, 2D? Are you gonna cum in my hand?” Murdoc teased, but he was close too.
2D couldn’t stop himself from nodding and whimpering in reply, no longer able to think anymore about how bizarre and confusing this all was. No longer able to think of anything at all.
“Please-“ He whined, just before cumming hard with a shudder, his hands too shaky to hold onto Murdoc anymore.
Murdoc stared at him, letting go of his spent cock and tugging at his own, moaning as he watched his singer fall apart, and a few seconds later he was doing the same thing.
For a long while afterwards, the two of them could only lie slumped against the couch, breathing heavily and avoiding each other’s eyes.
Eventually Murdoc cleared his throat and fumbled with his trousers, zipping himself up and turning his attention back to the TV.
2D watched him, unsure of what to do.
He opened his mouth to speak, but quickly closed it when he realised he couldn’t really figure out what he wanted to say.
His mind was all over the place, and yet at the same time it was completely blank.
After a few long seconds, he sat up and gingerly tucked himself back into his trousers, trying to be as quiet as possible, as if Murdoc was a dangerous animal that could pounce at the slightest sound or movement.
2D couldn’t read his face; his expression was stolid and completely set on the TV.
As if nothing had even happened.
2D didn’t know how to feel. All kinds of overwhelming emotions and thoughts flew around his head and he didn’t know how to make sense of any of them.
He also felt a migraine coming on.
He decided it was best to just not think for the time being, so he copied Murdoc and stared at the TV.
About 5 minutes later, Murdoc gave his shoulder a nudge.
“Oi. Put something else on.”
“You’ve still got the remote.”