AN: I do not own Metalocalypse. I also don't own the X-Files. But boy if I did…
Reviews are love! I like to think that I write for myself but it's really nice to read critique!
Pickles had been under the influence of numerous narcotics for the past twenty-four hours. It had been New Year's Eve after all. Well, it was New Year's Eve like four weeks ago. At Mordhaus it was New Year's Eve all of January, naturally. At this point in his binge Pickles had experienced all the various stages of drunken bliss and panicked fear, dealing with all stages more or less the same, with more narcotics.
"Whoa 'ay…slow down how'dya read 'em so fast?" Pickles slouched forward, his tequila sunrise dripping into the tub. Nathan was speeding through the channels on the TV, browsing for something either showing visceral real life or hard core porn.
"I don't read every little thing." Nathan grunted and proceeded to go painfully slow through the guide. Nathan cocked his eyebrow at Pickles, sipping his beer.
"Oh Jeeshzus, jusht put on Braveheart! Itsch a classic!"
"Nos! Bravehearts ams raceists." Skwisgarr sneared. The lead guitarist was sinking into the tub, perhaps the mystery drug he had injected earlier was affecting him, or maybe it was the subtle tug of certain Norwegian that was pulling him closer towards the edge of the tub.
"Amenst Gibson playkings the Scotts?" Toki asked, sipping on a glass that could either have been water or vodka.
"Well yeah! Itsch-…"
"Ohh my gad! The truth…is out ther'!" Pickles exclaimed, practically jumping out of the tub. Nathan scrolled over the iconic sci-fi series the X-Files.
"Oh hell yeah, this the one with the family? It's uh…like their dad is their brother and they fuck the mom kinda family…" Nathan struggled to remember the name of the episode.
"Oh OH! Tha' inbred fellas' this one is brutal, doods." Pickles laughed, remembering the disturbing episode.
"Inceskutuals, ugh…" The rapidly sinking swede moaned. Without hesitation, Toki firmly grasped him by the shoulders and righted him against the smooth marble tub. The action went unnoticed by the rest of the bandmates.
Nathan and Pickles were sold on watching the X-Files, the two Scandinavians exited, neither being able to keep up with the strange English jargon the two FBI agents used. Nathan only found it a little weird when Toki exclaimed how badly he needed Skwisgaar to show him some riff on the guitar from their new album. Toki had been saying that a lot lately. Since when did Toki practice? Nathan wondered why if they were practicing so much together why Toki's playing was still the same.
"Yeah, this shit is brutal, the mom is all, like just torso and shit." Nathan grinned, watching the opening scene of all the inbred family burying the doomed deformed child.
Murderface eventually put himself into a frenzy over the idea of fucking a quadruple amputee (the mother in the episode) and had to leave the room to "look something up".
The two remaining band members didn't notice the rest of their band mates leave though, the two were decently big fans of the show. There was nothing not metal about two fringe FBI agents tracking insane supernatural creatures around the United States using taxpayer dollars, and there was always murder. And the two agents rarely gave a shit who died in their quest for the truth. In fact, it sounded like something Dethklok did on the regular. And of course, Dana Scully was a 10 as far as Nathan was concerned, and she dissected disgusting anomalies and ran around in heels, what isn't hot about that?
"Pickles, "Nathan suddenly exclaimed. His eyes wide as he looked from Pickles to the screen.
"Yeea?"
"Is…I mean, is Scully kinda'…uh I dunno, really fuckin' hot?"
"Yeah, I guess..." Pickles giggled.
Nathan grunted, throwing back the rest of his beer.
"You could be a good Scully…" Nathan risked a mumble under his breath. They both were gingers, and brutal, and…no well, it wasn't gay that Nathan thought that, was it?
"Oh yeeauh…?" Pickles purred, he had let his drink aimlessly bob across the tub, his shoulders pressing against Nathan's arm. The front man blushed wildly, catching the suggestive tone. Being embarrassed was not metal.
"I mean, with the hair and stuff."
"Willya'…willya' be my Mulder? Huh?" Pickles smirked, threw back a couple gulps from a magically appearing bottle and ran his flushed cheek over Nathan's arm, feeling the hair stand on end as he glided his swollen lips over coarse black hair.
"Mhhmm…" Nathan blushed, a sideways glance revealed a very flustered and drunk Pickles. The drummer's lips were bruised, like he had been biting them all day, probably a result of coming down from whatever drugs he was one. His slightly upturned nose was bright red and his electric green eyes shined, smile sloppy but somehow extremely charming.
This wasn't the first time Pickles had openly flirted with Nathan, it was always when the two were alone and Pickles always initiated it. Besides, they had known each other a long time, nothing was sacred, and it never went beyond buddy masturbating anyway.
But tonight Nathan noticed something, he actually liked having his drummer this close to him, he liked Pickles lips dragging drunkenly over his arm, he liked how Pickles looked. Usually those buddy masturbating sessions consisted of the two of them not even facing one another, but here Nathan sat, enjoying this intimacy his friend was showing him.
"Uh…sure." Nathan tried to cover up his blush by rolling his eyes.
"Ya gatta' say it doe!" Pickles whined.
"Hrhmmm…Scully, this is obviously a case of demon fetal harvest…"
Pickles laughed hysterically, it was an old inside joke between the two of them. Whenever they were drunk and poor back in the day they'd replay old recorded episodes on VHS that Nathan had made in high school. The two musicians would drink cheap beer and eat crappy cans of various slop in front of their old beat up TV, theorizing about aliens and musing over whether or not Mulder ever actually did get laid, or if he just watched a shit ton of porn.
Women and girlfriends came and went, even Rebecca, but Pickles had been a constant in Nathan's life since they met. When Nathan was depressed and drunk Pickles was there to cheer him up. When he was bored and uninspired Pickles was always game to do something different and new.
And like the other band mates had figured out, when one was scared, or unsettled, you went to Pickles room for the night.
Whereas Skwisgaar or Murderface might get freaked out by your run of the mill faux snuff film, Nathan tended to research the real stuff, never participating of course. The stunts that the band had pulled like recording at the bottom of the ocean, the insane pyrotechnics in their shows, hell, neutering cats and collecting their balls in a giant glass silos were more Nathan's game.
There were darker things still that Nathan researched. He had thought for a while that he had found the ominous dark net when he stumbled upon a cheap website with gruesome images depicting disemboweled prostitutes at truck stops, just like a modern day Jack the Ripper. He had started receiving cryptic letters in the mail that Offdenson had taken very seriously. As the CFO tracked down the sender, Nathan never admitted to the guys how freaked out he was, save for Pickles.
It was when his over-active imagination fueled his nightmares that Nathan would find himself outside of Pickles' bedroom door. Pickles never seemed annoyed at being woken up or interrupted from whatever he was doing, he always welcomed Nathan.
"Come on…Mulder…it's gatta' have uh' scienti- (hiccup) –tific exsplanation, for dis' here ah…mutant baby…thingy." Pickles broke down giggling, rubbing his fevered face on Nathan's cool skin.
"Uh…" Nathan bit his lip, trying in vain to think of a good Mulder quote, "Have you uh…seen my sister?"
Pickles laughed so hard he started coughing, splashing water at Nathan.
"Feckin' Samantha…! How many…times do dey' find dat chick?"
"I dunno, like ten times, isn't she just dead?"
"Na, she was like some kinda' alien hybrid or somethin'." Pickles reached his arm around Nathan's broad shoulders, his body pressed closer to his friend.
"What would it be like to fuck an alien? Like, a really sexy one?"
"Prolly' outa' dis world…"
Nathan rolled his eyes at Pickles' cheesy joke. Then, as he was want to do, Nathan began imagining a really sexy alien…but somehow that alien morphed into a gelatinous tentacle babe with bright red…dreaded hair…and a beard?
Fuck, no , NO, NO, wait…those are a lot of tentacles…hmph, brutal.
The front man of the biggest metal outfit on Earth blushed over his strange fantasy, but he oddly didn't feel ashamed. He just decided he finally didn't give a fuck. If Nathan Explosion was going to have fantasies of his best friend then fine. Pickles matched his musical bravado, they created things together, what could be more intimate than that? Creation and songwriting was the basis of their relationship, why not something like this?
"Hey, let's goedda' my room, huh?"
"Yeah…"
The smaller man was so warm, like a little heater. Nathan figured it was all the booze the drummer drank, it was like coal for his furnace.
Nathan abruptly stood up, pulling them out of the hot tub.
The crash of cold air hitting skin turned both men goose pimpled. At least there was no one around, Pickles thought.
"Aww, shit..." It had been hard to control his erection since the other bandmates vacated the living room. Now Nathan was staring down at the drummer's swollen appendage, it made Pickles feel a little nervous.
"You're drunk, Pickles."
"Yup, when yer' right yer' right." Pickles said nervously, trying to not make a big deal out of the situation.
"Let's…uhm gotobedcause…youknowngihtmares and shit.."
"Uh…the wha?"
And like a firecracker had been lit under his ass, Nathan ran down the hall towards Pickles room. All the while holding Pickles like the little man was a football.
Right now all Nathan could think about was having an excuse any excuse to touch Pickles. If he could use his friend's drunkenness as an excuse then none of this would seem weird, right?
"Dood! Wha…what if someone sees-"
"Fuck 'em."
Nathan kicked open the bedroom door, revealing Pickles messy room. The drummer didn't trust the klokateers to clean it.
Pickles kept his mouth shut as Nathan carried him to his bed. He had never seen Nathan so stoic in yet acting so irrational. It made Pickles' legs feel weak. Every time he felt Nathan's muscles' flex against him it sent his skin aflame.
Nathan dropped the confused drummer on his bed with a thump.
"Did uh…did those two ever fuck?" Nathan asked, staring down at Pickles with a strange feral glint in his eyes. The singer's erection looked painful to Pickles, like he had been living with it for hours.
"Uh…I think dey' did…" Pickles could care less about fictional characters fucking (haha), all he could think about was his friend's raging hard on hovering above him. "Nate-"
"And they were like…best friends, right? Like…they didn't let it get in the way of their work or…whatever?" Nathan blurted out, averting his gaze suddenly to stare at a corner of the room.
Pickles didn't know what to say, it became obvious that Nathan wasn't really talking about the X-Files, but he didn't know how to respond. On the one hand, he was very drunk, and he had always been brutally honest. On the other though, he was afraid that Nathan wouldn't like the truth…
Well, feck it. Pickles thought, he could always chalk it up as being trashed later.
"Yea. Dey didn't…dey were in love, Nate."
Nathan stood there with his mouth agape, noticing the shaky rise and fall of Pickles' chest.
Seconds past that felt like hours to Pickles.
"You wanna' smoke?" Pickles offered like nothing had just happened, like he wasn't naked, or just said something eerily profound.
"Uh…yes." Nathan mumbled, feeling stupid.
"Alwright, but I'm gahnna warn ya' dis stuff'll blow yer top." Pickles joked, swinging his legs off the bed and gaining his balance against the wall.
Pickles' room was mostly open space. His bed was a queen, not as big as whatever the hell Nathan had but still large, the headboard was a polished obsidian structure with an intricate demon carving. The bureau was massive, a purplish marble countertop and a 20 foot wide mirror. Strewn across the bureau were all the known hallucinogens, uppers, downers, powders, and pills in the modern world, along with a plethora of empty bottles and cans with ambiguous labels.
Pickles picked out a beautiful green glass bong to pack. It was a special bong, Nathan had bought it for him while they were on a friender bender in Amsterdam. Pickles had been eyeing this craftsman blowing glass in a shop window. While Pickles was passed out in their hotel room, Nathan drunkenly went down to the shop and banged on the windows and door until a very sleepy, angry artisan answered.
However, having Nathan Explosion throwing wads of hundreds at the man, drunkenly telling him to "make my drummer a fucking bong" didn't enrage the man because, of course, the jackoff was a fan.
Pickles offered Nathan the bong then threw on a pair of underwear, eyeing his bandmate as he sucked in the smoke gathering in the bong. The opalescence green color of the piece and the black ebony hair of the singer matched well, Pickles thought, especially with said singer naked in his bed.
"Yah know, we don' hafta make dis…gay." Pickles said.
"MhhhMM!" Nathan coughed, exhaling roughly all the smoke in his lungs.
Pickles smirked at Nathan's "deer in the head lights" look and took the bong from him, taking a huge rip. He was going to need it.
"What…uh…how?" Nathan asked, watching the red head exhale the smoke without coughing, he looked like some kind of dragon. Nathan never realized how smoking made Pickles look so sexy, in a very primal way Nathan wanted to smother him.
"Well, it's nat like we're goin' around feckin' other doods right? We could jest keep it between us…besides, we've fucked da' same chick at the same time, it would jest be, ya' know, without the chick."
Nathan didn't think that sounded any less gay than going around fucking dudes but if Pickles could rationalize it maybe he could too. But there was something sad about the way Pickles said it.
Nathan had always secretly wondered what it would be like to sleep with his best friend, but he had never thought about what it would be like to sleep with a man.
Without warning Pickles climbed on top of the bed and straddled Nathan's waist. He was sick of trying to justify all the crazy thoughts and feelings in his head. He knew that Nathan wanted to try it, Pickles could tell just by looking at his face.
"Uh…Pickles?" Nathan couldn't bring himself to look at his drummer in fear that Pickles would see the blush he was sure was all across his face.
"Yea-uh?" The red head looked down at the larger man he was straddling, but all he saw was a curtain of black silky hair.
"Do you mean it?"
"Na, nat really, I don't think it would be like dat at all. I think it'd be better than feckin' some dumb slut with you."
Suddenly, Nathan grabbed Pickles by the waist and flung him backwards on the bed. Pickles had confirmed his feelings, now anything went.
"Whoa, big guy, calm down, alright?" Pickles' dreads were fanned out around his head, his briefs had ridden down his narrow hips and he had fear and lust in his eyes. Nathan had never seen Pickles like this before, sure, he had obviously seen him naked countless times, but the look the smaller man was giving him was like fuel to Nathan's libido.
In a rapid succession Nathan pulled down Pickles underwear and straddled the smaller man's hips, both naked once again. Pickles attempted to say something but Nathan cut him off with a deep, demanding kiss. Pickles hadn't expected him to be such a good kisser, it was a little violent, especially as he sucked in his bottom lip, suddenly biting down hard enough to draw blood.
The red head whimpered, tasting the metallic blood for only a second before Nathan licked it all up, a feral look in his dark green eyes.
Pickles felt Nathan's heavy erection against his own aching member, he risked a look down at where the two musicians' bodies met. Nathan was a least a whole three inches bigger than him, Pickles couldn't imagine putting that piece of hardware anywhere inside of him comfortably.
Nathan must have read the fear and hesitation on Pickles face, he gently pulled away from the kiss and ran his mouth over Pickles' pale collarbone, sniffing lightly at the slight smell of sweat coming off of his body.
"I'm not gonna' do that…I dunno how." Nathan mumbled into Pickles' chest, allowing his erection to bob against Pickles' own hot length.
"Oh…uh okee, maybe I can show ya' sometime." Pickles sighed against his friend, relieved but also a little disappointed. Gad dammit…do I actually want him to put it in me? I've gadda be crazy. Pickles had experimented a lot when he was younger, especially when he was in Snakes N' Barrels, but none of the men he was ever with had a cock as big as Nathan's.
"Hmmhmm…" Nathan growled approvingly, reaching a hand down to grasp both of their shafts. Pickles let out a strangled moan as he felt cold but soft hands wrap around him and Nathan's cock pressed blissfully against his own.
"Nate'than…oh gad…" Pickles gasped as the larger man above him began to steadily jack them both off. Nathan may not be very experienced, but at least he knew how to jack off.
After a few minutes Nathan was completely lost staring at Pickles' flustered face. The red head's eyebrows creased in a scowl, eyes closed. Every time Nathan slowed down Pickles' would whimper and arch his back, pushing his weeping cock into Nathan's palm. Pickles wasn't faking, all his little moans and motions were honest, Nathan could tell, he knew his drummer well. This was what had wanted all along, raw, brutal interaction.
"I'm getting close." Nathan growled into Pickles' ear, feeling the man beneath him shudder as his hot breath hit damp skin.
"Me too, wait, let me-"He reached down to Nathan's hands and pulled them off. Nathan looked at him pleadingly. "I wanna do dis…" Pickles pushed the larger man back onto his knees and then laid down on his stomach, the singer's large member pointed right at him.
"Whaddya' gonna do-oh…!"
Pickles grabbed Nathan's heavy balls with one hand and dug his nails into the large man's thigh while his lips ran down the length of Nathan's cock.
"Fuck, Pickles, stop teasing me!" Nathan almost yelled, it was taking every ounce of self-control to not bury his hands in those flaming red dreads and shove his shaft down Pickle's throat. With any other person he would have done it, but Pickles was his friend, he didn't want to hurt him for the fear of scaring him off. Truth was, no one had ever given him such good head before. Most women were hesitant after they see his size.
Then it clicked, Pickles had done this before. He had sucked guys off before. Instead of this new information disgusting the singer however, it made him insanely jealous.
Pickle's looked up at the blissed out man above him and smirked around his cock. Then he took all of Nathan's member in his mouth down to the base.
"Ah…there, fuuuccckkk…" Nathan sighed, the inside of his friend's mouth was warm and tight, and Pickles was still fondling his sack. Every other time he sucked down to his base the drummer would press his thumb in between Nathan's balls and ass, rubbing the sensitive skin there. It was insane. No woman had ever thought to touch him there.
Pickles bobbed up and down on his front man's length, it had been forever since he had down anything like this, but he remarkably remembered all the little tricks he was taught by more experienced lovers. He could feel Nathan getting larger in his mouth, filling his throat when he attempted to deep throat him. The singer tasted salty but not bad, the smell of his sweat was even starting to turn Pickles on.
The red head sucked deeply and then released Nathan's cock with a pop.
"Do ya' like it when I deep throat ya' Nate?" Pickles smirked and pumped Nathan in his hand.
"Mhhmmm…" The larger man grunted, embarrassed at how much he was enjoying those lustful green eyes staring at him.
"What was dat? Can't hear ya'." He stopped his movements and ran his thumb over the glistening slit of Nathan's cock.
"Yes! Fuck…I do." The ebony haired rock God moaned, giving in to his lust and burying his hands in Pickles' dreads, tugging roughly.
"Are ya' gonna cum down my feckin' throat?"
"Yes!"
"Yes what?"
"I'm gonna' cum down your throat!" Nathan yelled, he couldn't take the dirty talk anymore. He had no idea Pickles was like this, and that filthy little mouth was begging to be rammed by his cock. In desperation he shoved the drummer's mouth down his shaft and began mercilessly thrusting.
Pickles' knew he had driven Nathan to his limit when he looked into his eyes and saw the animalistic need bubbling to the surface. He gagged as Nathan plunged his cock down his throat, it scared him only a little, but the feeling of being used by his best friend was somehow freeing. Pickles liked to think that no woman had ever seen this side of Nathan before. This was reserved for him. Nathan was comfortable enough to show his need instead of masking it.
In a few more thrusts Nathan shook and with a roar emptied his hot seed down Pickles' throat.
Nathan let go of the smaller man's scalp and tenderly wiped away the tears collecting in his drummer's eyes from nearly choking him. He felt guilty that he had lost control, but Nathan also had a feeling that Pickles had wanted him to do it.
Without a word, the singer drew the dazed man under him towards his chest, holding him tightly. He cupped the red-head's ass in both his hands and squeezed lightly, making the Pickles buck against his thighs. This kind of feeling was familiar to Nathan, it was like when he spent the night with Pickles when he would have nightmares, it felt like comfort.
"Nate whaddya' doin' to me?" Pickles groaned, burying his face in the crook of Nathan's neck. He felt like he was on fire, every time Nathan touched him it sent electricity coursing through his body. The tight, consistent hold Nathan had him in made the drummer want to melt.
Why had it taken them so long to try this? How many years had they wasted not doing this? When did this deep friendship turn into this sudden eruption of lust and passion? When was the last time he felt any passion in sex? His cock was so hard it was close to painful, just having it pressed against Nathan's stomach was unbearable.
"I uh…think it's your turn? Right?" Nathan said, face buried against musky dreads.
"Gad, yes please…" Pickles pleaded, thrusting his member against Nathan's belly.
"I've uh…never done it before…lemme know if I'm doin' it wrong."
Nathan crawled over Pickles' legs on his hands and knees, a little confused as to how to begin. He had only gone down on women when it was absolutely necessary, and had certainly never gone down on a dude. The red head's cock seemed to twitch as the singer breathed on the head, Pickles couldn't help thrusting his cock at Nathan's lips.
Shit what did I do? I just breathed on him… Nathan racked his brain, what did the groupies do that he liked? Or, what did Pickles just do that he loved?
Hesitantly, Nathan took the tip in his mouth, experimentally gliding his tongue over the swollen head. This wasn't as bad as he thought it was going to be, Pickles actually smelled and tasted pretty good, like something sweet. Feeling more confidant, he copied what Pickles had done earlier to him and cupped his shaved balls in his large palm.
"Nate!" Pickles cried, his balls had always been sensitive, it was why he went hairless. It encouraged groupies to suck his sack, Pickles wondered if Nathan could be persuaded to do the same?
"What? Did I do something wrong?" Nathan asked, letting Pickles slip out of his mouth.
"No! Your doin' great, please…don't stahp." Pickles pleaded, his fists groping the sheets.
Nathan's heart melted at the praise, he had never cared before about giving pleasure to a bedmate. Something about the connection he was experiencing with Pickles made him want nothing more than to make him say his name like that again. He sucked the drummer's cock right down to the base, finding it only a little difficult not to gag, Pickles would gasp every time Nathan squeezed his balls. At first the singer thought he was hurting him, but as he worked his drummer he realized the older man was gasping out of pleasure, not pain.
"Is there uh…something you like done?" Nathan mumbled, rubbing his thumb over Pickles' head.
"Uh…well, m-my sack…I gess'…"
"Oh…okay…" Nathan looked to Pickles, then to his hand on his sack, back to Pickles. Here goes…my heterosexuality probably… The singer chuckled to himself, giving up trying to make any of this not gay. Suddenly, Nathan was reminded of one groupie he had messed around with way back when Dethklok was nothing but a pipe dream. She hadn't been very attractive, but she did this one thing with her mouth and his balls…
Nathan breathed, then sucked a surprisingly soft ball into his mouth, switching from one ball to the other, he reluctantly glided his tongue back up to Pickles' shaft eliciting desperate moans from the red head before focusing his attention on the drummer's sack again.
The attention proved too much for Pickles, with abandon he bucked forward, groaning as his sack was being assaulted by Nathan's mouth, his large hand still pumping Pickles' length steadily. As a warning he weaved his fingers through the long strands of Nathan's hair and tugged deliciously at the man's scalp.
"Am I fuckin' it up?" Nathan asked, unabashedly, a long line of spit trailing from his lip to Pickles' sack.
Gad dammit' Nate. Pickles shuddered and arched his back, riding waves of pleasure as he came all over Nathan's face.
The singer watched as Pickles' breathing returned mostly to normal, his pale chest glistened with a light sheen of sweat, Nathan couldn't help but notice how…cute he looked post-orgasm.
"Whoa…guess that was my own fault…" Nathan mumbled, wiping the hot seed off his face with a discarded shirt.
"I'm sarry! It was-I tried ta' tell ya'!" Pickles sat up, regretting it soon after as the room started to spin.
"It's fine."
"Oh…okee then…"
Nathan threw the semen stained shirt on the ground and flipped off the light, covering the two men in a blanket of blessed darkness.
Pickles could feel his wave of pleasure ebb slightly with the decreased light, but it was replaced with panic. There was no way Nathan was okay with this. He must be regretting it even now, tomorrow Nathan will ignore him, he'll avoid him at all costs and they would have destroyed their friendship.
As if an answer to his unsettled mind, Pickles felt Nathan's weight next to him, then a very soft, chaste kiss on his lips. In a desperate gesture the red head reached out and found the soft flesh of his friend's chest. He ran his hands up to the thick tendons and jugular in Nathan's throat then threw his arms around him.
Without hesitation Nathan pulled him into a tight embrace, pulling the smaller man into his lap. He wanted to stay like this forever, it just felt so damn good to hold the small man to his chest and feel his rapid heartbeat against his own. It felt liberating.
"I'm uh…pretty sure that was really gay…" Nathan mumbled.
"Heh, yeah I guess it was." Pickles giggled, burrowing his face in Nathan's chest, afraid that if he looked up he would see concern or regret on the front man's face.
But Nathan didn't pull away, instead he held Pickles tighter.
"…Can we do this again? You know…like uh…maybe try something else?" Nathan mumbled, blushing furiously.
"Again? Ya' wan' to?" The drummer chanced a look up at Nathan and was surprised to see the metal god Nathan Explosion blushing like a lovesick schoolboy. Pickles instantly regretted his question, realizing how insensitive it was.
"I mean, yeah-dat would be really good." Pickles corrected.
"Mhhmm…good." Nathan avoided Pickles gaze, feeling something stirring inside of him as the drummer stared intently at him.
Without giving it a second thought, Pickles kissed the befuddled singer full on the mouth, putting to rest all of their doubts or anxieties.
Pickles emptied all of his feelings of insecurity, passion and need into the kiss. He was so happy Nathan wanted him, and that he didn't think this was a mistake, that Nathan actually wanted to do this again, and more. But most importantly, there was no shame, there was only mutual love and understanding.
Alas, the kiss had to end. The two musicians would have to leave the comfort and warmth of each other's arms and go their separate ways. They would have to pretend around the haus that they hadn't had this encounter, that they weren't constantly thinking about the few sacred hours they would have together alone later that week or month. But the pair didn't care, as long as they had each other everyone else could fuck off.