Been a while! I'm currently addicted to Metalocalypse. Death metal is my favourite, because it is delicious.
Anyway - if ya'll (cut me some slack I'm an insomniac) want to read what happens next, let me know, I'll whip something up that's perfectly smutty for you. 3
"I said I'd never go down on a girl, Pickles. And you look like a girl," the vocalist smirked, as the drummer punched him in the arm. "Yeah. You definitely hit like a girl, too," Nathan chuckled, and Pickles blushed slightly, embarrassed. "Nat'an, don't be a dick. We're stuck in dis stupid sub fer three months, ya know? Don't fuck wit' me, man. Don't fuck wit' me." He turned to walk away from the vocalist.
"Pickles…" Nathan murmured, urging the drummer to turn around. "…what?" Nathan suddenly looked rather serious. "Pickles, I said I'd never go down on a chick. I swore I wouldn't." Pickles shrugged. "Yeah, so?" "I never said I wouldn't go down on you."
Pickles wasn't sure which feeling was more powerful: the heat surging to his face, or to his crotch. He wasn't gay, not exactly – nearly any guy would admit to having a thing for Nathan Explosion. There was just something about him. Maybe the way his jet black hair spilled out over his broad, strong shoulders, or how he had been working out, and his muscles rippled under his snow-white flesh. His eyes were a killer green that pierced the soul of anyone lucky enough to catch his gaze. Or, maybe it was the fact that he was Nathan fucking Explosion. It didn't matter.
Nathan rose, those same broad, beautiful shoulders towering over Pickles like a wall he'd never climb. He edged closer to the drummer. Pickles' brain had long since shut down – the blood necessary for optimal function had instead rushed to his face and groin – Nathan was giving him one of the biggest hard-ons he'd ever had. Nathan edged closer again, his eyes half-lidded and swirling with hidden intentions. He leaned in slowly, raven locks falling in his face. Tilting his head slightly to accommodate Pickles' height, he closed the gap between them.
To be completely honest, Pickles had expected that first kiss to be fierce and animalistic – it was neither of those things. It was soft, gentle, and curious. So yeah – scratch second-biggest hard-on – it was definitely now the first. Nathan deepened the kiss a little; he had tested the waters, and heard no protest. Moaning almost inaudibly, Pickles combed his fingers through those long, sexy locks of soft dark hair. He pulled gently, and Nathan growled, setting Pickles off like wildfire. He tugged harder, tongue edging at the vocalist's lips as he lifted the redhead up and pinned him against the cold metal of the submarine's walls.
The cool metal felt so damn good to Pickles. He was on fire, moaning softly under Nathan's kisses, which trailed from his lips to his neck. The burning intensified as Nathan began to rake his teeth over Pickle's neck, biting and sucking softly. "Nat'an…" Pickles breathed raggedly, "I'm dyin' here. I got a bigger boner than Skwisgaar did when he got dem humidifiers fer his guitars." The vocalist chuckled. "I know. It's like you're gonna impale me with this thing." Nathan set him back on the ground, only to push him to the floor, pulling off both their shirts.
The vocalist seemed more cautious now, moving slowly, as if he wasn't entirely sure he knew what he was doing, or if he was okay with doing it. "Nat'an, we don't have to do…" he was cut off mid-sentence as Nathan unbuttoned Pickle's jeans and pulled them off, along with his boxers. The fabric of his underwear just grazing his throbbing erection was enough to make him bite his lip and moan. But the noises really only got louder from there, as those green eyes met his, and Nathan went down on his drummer.