A/N: Salutations one and all! This chapter is a monster, a monster that is 6,515 words long to be exact. It took me quite a while to spit this one out, mostly because it contains content that I've never written so in depth about if you catch my drift and I wanted to make it as enjoyable as possible without putting you people to sleep. I'll most likely end up rewritting the first chapter one of these days, as I am so endlessly unhappy with it, but today is not that day. I'm not too happy with the end of this chapter, either, but I knew if I wrapped it up the way I wanted to, it'd be around 8,000 words, and no one has time for that. So, without further ado, here you are: chapter three!
ma·nia; an excessive enthusiam or desire; an obsession.
Lying on his back and feeling unable to move, Murdoc heard, rather than saw, a panicked 2D sprinting over to him and shouting his head off. A dry spray of sand came to hit him in the side of the face as 2D slid down next to him, his large hands carefully cradling the back of the bassists skull in his lap.
"Muds! Muds, can you 'ear me?! Oh, Muds!" 2D wailed pitifully, his high-pitched voice even more annoying in his state of despair. Forcing himself to cough a bit, Murdoc fought the urge to roll his eyes at the worrisome singer. A low groan made its way through Murdoc's lips, his eyes suddenly sliding closed as he felt the full affect of his fall radiating throughout his very bones.
"My bloody back." Murdoc complained, eyes squeezing shut.
"'m gonna go get sum help!" 2D proclaimed, carefully setting Murdoc's head back down against the sand before taking off running up and down the beach, waving his scrawny arms over his head and shouting out unintelligible cries for help, despite knowing that there was no one on the beach around them for a solid couple miles. All the pain in the world couldn't have stopped Murdoc from laughing as hard as he did.
Somewhere along his frenzied sprint, 2D managed to trip over red ring buoy lying in the sand, the obstacle sending his thin frame down into the sand, face first. 2D, ever used to dealing with a bit of pain, stood up, brushed himself off, slung the ring buoy around his waist and headed back over to where the bassist lay immobilized in the sand.
"Hold on to dis, Muds!" 2D said, looming down over the Satanist and jutting the ring buoy forward for Murdoc to grasp. 2D's body was blocking the bulk of the sun, sending the rays to frame around his blue-haired head and cast a heavenly glow upon his features. Feeling quite dazed and confused, Murdoc almost mistook 2D for an angel.
"What is this, Baywatch?" Murdoc questioned gruffly, ignoring the momentary spark within his groin when 2D blinked innocently at him. "That only works in water, lackwit. 'sides, I'll be alright, just give me a minute, Satan."
2D immediately scrambled backwards, his long legs tripping over themselves as he worked to give Murdoc enough room to sit up. Understandably, his nerves had got the best of him, and Murdoc watched with mild amusement as his hands fumbled within the pockets of his cutoff denim shorts, tugging out a cigarette and making quick work of lighting it. The red ring buoy had slowly begun slipping down 2D's slim waist, his thin frame unable to keep something that probably weighed as much as he did up. With a determined grunt, 2D pushed his cigarette between his lips and adjusted the ring buoy, his hands slipping beneath it to place on either side of his hips as he smiled triumphantly at Murdoc.
"Don't move, two dents." Murdoc instructed suddenly, the photographer in him tapping on his shoulder and suggesting to him that maybe, just maybe, this would be something he'd want to have, later on.
"Why not?" came the reply, though Murdoc ignored it upon realizing that 2D was following his instructions.
Snatching up the disposable camera on the edge of 2D's towel not too far away, he quickly snapped a shot of the grinning singer, half-finished cigarette and all. Another tightening in his groin following the click of the camera alerted Murdoc of just how long it'd been since he'd actually had a lay, an honest-to-god quality lay, as it seemed the beautiful women in Jamaica didn't take to his more, well, straightforward antics very well. Dropping the camera by his side, Murdoc took the time to give 2D the classic elevator eyes, dual-colored orbs roaming freely over his boyish singer. He figured 2D was feminine enough, wide eyes, cute smile and an arse that was pleasantly larger than the rest of his body would suggest it to be. Murdoc had definitely bedded worse; 2D was quite easy on the eyes, actually.
Being as perceptive as he was, Murdoc had picked up on 2D's little schoolgirl crush quite early on in their relationship, though he never had the heart to pick on him for it. In fact, it was quite...endearing, for lack of a better term. It made Murdoc feel powerful, having that kind of influence over a pretty boy like 2D. It reminded him just who was in charge around the Gorillaz.
Truthfully, he'd only kissed 2D up on the roof to entertain the singers little crush, remind him that he very much still did like Murdoc, no matter if he wanted to or not. Whether he enjoyed it or not was all coincidental. It also probably had to do with just how miserable 2D seemed half of the time, black eyes cast downward and slumped shoulders, quite a bit like a kicked puppy. No matter how adamantly Murdoc may deny of any existence of a soft spot within him, it's quite obvious when 2D's in one of his downcast moods that there's at least a sliver of a heart in that green chest somewhere.
"Ey, two dents," Murdoc began, after deciding that he could use 2D as a warm body and a hole, nothing more, nothing less. Give the singer something to remember when he was alone in his room at night, sweaty and harboring an insistent stiffy with a mind of its own and no porn or birds around to get off on. "Help me back to my room, eh? C'mon then, I'm not too heavy."
2D, ever eager to help, quickly dropped the ring buoy in the sand and came back over to Murdoc's side, his spidery arms sliding under the bassists torso with such care that Murdoc almost felt bad for what he was planning to do. After a couple long, long minutes of slipping and sliding in 2D's strong (weak) hold, the singer was able to wrestle the bassist back to his own hut and onto his bed, flat on his back.
"Christ, Muds, you're heavy!" 2D exclaimed once he'd finally gotten the man in question settled, one large hand reaching up to brush back sweat-soaked blue hair from his forehead as he looked down at the bassist. Murdoc grunted defensively, peering up at 2D with his one red eye cracked open.
"Ey, now, I had to carry your vegetable arse for aaaages, never 'eard me complain, did ya now?" Murdoc retorted, both eyes open now and narrowed in 2D's direction. 2D's face immediately transformed into that apologetic look Murdoc loathed so deeply, his shoulders slouching and his eyes dropping away from Murdoc's gaze. It seemed 2D never realized that he was in no state to hear Murdoc's complaints when the bassist was forced to carry him as he was, quite deeply, in a comatose state.
"I'm sorry, Muds, I di'nt mean it-"
"Now, now, stop all your crying, right? You're no longer in a coma, I no longer have to carry your sorry arse around everywhere, it's a win-win situation, mate." Murdoc said, successfully cutting off any chance of tears that the dullard could've conjured up. 2D immediately brightened, sunshine taking place where his smile was as he looked down at the bassist.
"You' right! Sorry abou' that, Murdoc." 2D said, his pale cheeks having reddened in embarrassment. The idiot actually had the nerve to look sheepish about what he'd said, despite having not really done anything at all.
"I's alright, dents," Murdoc assured, relaxing back against the pillows and allowing his eyes to slip closed once more. "Why don't you keep Uncle Murdoc company for a bit, yeah? Make sure I don't die in my sleep, and all that," Murdoc knew he was being excessively dramatic, having sustained a few displaced discs in his spine at most, but he also was well aware that 2D wasn't the best on gouging the difference between serious, and, well, anything else.
"Don' say that," 2D chastised, his grin having fallen at the thought of losing his best mate. He hopelessly adored Murdoc, no matter how abusive the bassist was towards him, and was oddly proud in the fact that he quite literally needed him. He'd grown so used to being around Murdoc every second of every day, that he found it hard to imagine his natural-born life without him. "But alright. W-where should I sit?" 2D questioned, black orbs gazing around the small room nervously as the only other pieces of furniture in the room aside from the twin bed consisted of a nightstand, table lamp, and a mini fridge to hold all of Murdoc's alcoholic beverages.
"Why not next to me, eh? Probably won't bite you, but 'm not gonna make any promises." Murdoc trailed off, eyes squeezing closed once more as he forced his body to shift over a bit to allow 2D a bit more room. The bed certainly wasn't that of his Winnebago, as it lacked in both the style and the firmness that the other bed held, but it would have to work, Murdoc presumed. It was small enough that 2D was forced to have at least some skin on skin contact with the bassist, no matter how small he tried to make himself on his limited space of the bed.
For a while, it was silent, neither male knowing quite what to say, but unwilling to fall asleep just the same. Shockingly, 2D, the little surprise, broke the silence first.
"Muds," the bassist fought back a roll of his eyes at the pitiful way 2D said that idiotic nickname he'd come up with, knowing exactly what was about to come out of his singers mouth. "I-I know we 'aven't, well, talked about it, but I was jus', jus' wonderin' y'know, the other night, up on the roof, yeah? Well, I dun' know if you remember but we, well, we kinda kissed, right? And I was jus' wonderin' if you, maybe could've jus', happened to want to, like, talk about it? Becos, well, I don't really know how serious you were abou' it, and I guess I jus', well I jus' wanna know."
A child could have spoken with more eloquence than 2D did.
"Yes, I rrrrrremember, dullard," Murdoc responded, eyes sliding open only to finally release the roll he'd held in for the painfully long duration of 2D's stuttered confession. "Can never let anything just happen, can you? Can't say I'm surprised."
2D realized quite quickly that by blabbing about his feelings, he may cause Murdoc to never want to kiss him again, and that was the last thing he wanted to do.
"I take i' back Mud's, I'm sorry I jus'" 2D said, clearly scrambling for words he couldn't string together in his jumbled head for a response that would placate the perpetually fuming bassist. "I quite liked it, is all." Murdoc almost didn't catch the last bit, 2D spoke it so quietly.
"'t was alright, I guess." the Satanist responded nonchalantly, a light shrug gracing his shoulders that sent all kinds of pain down his spine. "Be a peach and get me a cigarette, would you?" The singer immediately tugged his pack out of his jeans alongside his lighter, his eyes half-lidded as he slid the cigarette between the bassists slightly parted lips. His large palms shook where they fumbled with the lighter, finally igniting the end of the cancer stick Murdoc took a deep drag from. "Cheers, dear."
Even with his eyes closed, Murdoc could feel the weight of 2D's gaze on him, all hot and heavy and suffocating in its unadulterated lust. He faintly heard a shaky breath escape the singers lungs as he willed everything within him not to smirk at the sound. It was almost unfair how easy it was for 2D to get all worked up, clearly even easier than Murdoc had initially thought it'd be.
The next minute or so passed in silence, Murdoc allowing the cigarette to hang loosely between his lips when he wasn't tugging a deep pull from it, with 2D's lustful gaze trained on him all the while. There was something so masculine and arousing about Murdoc in that state; shirtless and covered in a thin sheen of sweat, bangs mused and hanging heavy over his eyes, chest constricting and releasing with every deep drag Murdoc pulled from the burning cigarette hanging between his lips. Somewhere within the empty cavern of 2D's head, he reasoned that he should probably look away from the very sight that had him so worked up, as he wasn't sure how well Murdoc would take to discovering 2D's ever growing stiffy popping up against his leg.
"See something you like, 2D?" Murdoc finally mumbled, voice raspy from the cigarette and a short period of disuse and sending all kinds of shivers through 2D's thin frame. Despite seeing that Murdoc's eyes were closed, and he couldn't very well look at him, 2D nodded dumbly, black eyes lowering pitifully to the bed sheets. The bassist let out a grunt of acknowledgement, his natural intuition telling him that 2D had probably agreed in some physical form or another. The sound sent a tingle through 2D's body, and along with it, a wild surge of confidence, as he found himself, horrifyingly, tugging the half-finished cigarette from Murdoc's parted lips and replacing it with a kiss.
Murdoc's eyes flew open, the sheer shock of 2D's confidence burst alarming him in ways he'd never known. He looked ahead to see 2D's endless black orbs squeezed shut, his blue eyebrows having drawn together in concentration. The dullard hesitantly lifted his hands from their place on the bed to rest on either side of Murdoc's shoulders as he planted one on him. Murdoc always knew he'd had pretty good luck, but this was luck at its prime.
Unknowingly, 2D had saved Murdoc a painful few minutes of sweet talking and vanilla caresses to get 2D to sleep with him, having skipped all that awful foreplay and gone straight to the point. Not dumb enough to refuse such an opportunity presented to him, Murdoc reacted quickly, one set of long fingers tugging what was left of his cigarette from 2D's grip and chucking it on the floor before he gripped two full handfuls of plush, sky blue clouds and pulled.
2D reacted immediately, the shiver that ran through his frame shaking the very strands of hair that Murdoc gripped so tightly. Ever impatient, the bassist allowed his hands to slide down, down, down 2D's slim torso to grip on his bony hips, giving them an insistent tug to transmit the message of just how badly he wanted 2D perched on his lap. The singer, dimwitted as he may seem, was quick to understand and comply, mile-long legs moving to rest on either side of the bassists strictly shaped hips as 2D slowly lowered his covered groin down against the bulge in Murdoc's jeans. The moan that slipped past 2D's lips was quite pitiful, all high and needy and helpless and so bloody desperate that Murdoc felt himself twitch within the confines of his trousers.
"2-dents," Murdoc sucked in another deep, desperate kiss from his singer before continuing. "Listen, I can't move very well right now, so you're going to have to do most of the, mmm, work, if you catch my drift."
2D most definitely did catch Murdoc's drift.
"Muds, if we do this," 2D started, cheeks flushed and skin hot to the touch where it pressed up against Murdoc's. "Wots gonna happen tomorrow?"
"No, no, don't go thinkin' that far ahead, you'll hurt yourself. Just let it happen, yeah? We'll figure out the mechanics of it later." Murdoc urged, one hand trailing around 2D's slim hips to grip a full handful of round flesh that made up the singers right buttock. He always did enjoy looking at 2D's pert arse, so much more full in comparison to the rest of his thin body. 2D let out a wanton moan, a noise so pact with arousal that Murdoc could tell his earlier worries were clearly forgotten as lust once again took the forefront of his mind.
Seemingly unable to help himself, 2D sat back on Murdoc's thighs, black-eyed gaze heavy as it remained trained on the bassists face, and before Murdoc was truly able to process what exactly was going on, 2D had removed his t-shirt, scrawny chest on full display and scattered with various droppings of blue chest hair as his nipples stood out on an otherwise white cavern, pink, proud and hard. 2D had the chest of a prepubescent girl, so there wasn't really much to look at up top, but being able to both see and feel the singers growing erection against his own, separated only by a few layers of clothing, well. That certainly had him going.
The singer evidently realized that Murdoc wanted more clothing to be removed than just 2D's flimsy top, and he quickly got to work on tugging down the impenetrable fabric that made up Murdoc's jeans. Weighed down with the strain of his lust, Murdoc watched with a rose-tinted gaze as 2D slowly slid his body down Murdoc's torso, eyes trained on his all the while. In the back of the bassists head, he wondered where exactly 2D had learned to become so lewd, so unadulterated in his arousal-driven pursuit to fuck, but the thought was quickly pushed away when all of a sudden, he felt a wet spot on his crotch that he definitely did not cause, thank you very much.
Much like a pleased kitten with a bowl of milk, 2D mewled as he lapped at the bassists intimidatingly large bulge through his jeans, his flat tongue pressing hard against what lie beneath the Satanists trousers. Well, Murdoc certainly hadn't been expecting that.
A surprised "Fuck, 2D," slipped from Murdoc's lips, eyebrows rising beneath a thick fringe as he looked down at his singer, currently mouthing around the bassists tip with what was left of his front teeth. Threading his fingers through 2D's full strands, Murdoc gave an impatient tug, letting 2D know that while all that teasing was nice, he was not in the mood. 2D, surprisingly, got the message, his long and nimble fingers working down the zipper of the bassists jeans and unknowingly freeing the Satanists erection, which sprouted up to lightly smack him on the cheek.
"No knickers today, eh Muds?" 2D asked, accompanied with a shaky laugh that obviously displayed that his confidence had clearly been shaken as he eyed Murdoc's length warily.
"Never know when opportunity calls," Murdoc responded flippantly, eyes still trained on 2D's reddened face as he watched his singer take in the height of his arousal. A flash of heat flooded his gut, the awe-struck look on his singers face at the sight of his cock, his, causing something within him to swell up to a new level of pride within the bassist that he'd never experienced before. "Get on with it, will you? Quit stallin'."
Releasing one hand from the death grip 2D had on the waistline of Murdoc's jeans, the singer blinked owlishly up at his best mate, his closest comrade, his savior. And he got on with it.
2D leaned forward hesitantly, forcing his wide black orbs to remain open, to take in every reaction he could pull out of Murdoc and commit it all to the deepest pits of his memory bank. The singer wrapped his lips around the head of Murdoc's erection, hollowing out his cheeks tentatively as his tongue pressed forward to snag a taste of the foreign complexity of his best mates cock in his mouth. Despite Murdoc's eyebrows being deeply masked by the impenetrable fringe of hair that hung over them, 2D could see his mates face contorted in pleasure, mismatched eyes narrowed and pulled together as the bassists grip in his hair tightened. Fueled on by the mostly encouraging reaction he'd derived from Murdoc, 2D continued on, allowing his lips to slide lower, lower, lower down on Murdoc's length before he felt the tip bump against his tonsils, causing him to gag with a start as his whole body jerked on the bed. Murdoc, however, refused to let up.
"C'mon pet, you can take it," he assured, baritone voice low and rough and sending all kinds of shivers down 2D's spine. A gathering of tears had come together on the singers lower lid, glistening like snowflakes in the wintertime and shooting a fresh wave of arousal through the bassist. "Jus' relax a bit, there you go."
Slowly but surely, 2D's tense frame began to relax, his hands loosening from the sudden grip they'd taken on Murdoc's strictly shaped hips when he felt himself begin to gag. Murdoc eased 2D's head downward once more with a firm grip in his blue strands, unrelenting in his pursuit to get 2D to take him all the way down his pretty little throat, tears or not. Feeling the strain of keeping his gaze on Murdoc's face, 2D dropped his black eyes closed, allowing his eyelids to clench together as he forced himself to make room for Murdoc's cock down his throat, bypassing his tonsils as he fought to repress his gag reflex. Saliva and tears ran freely down 2D's face, and 2D felt himself flush all over with the shame of it all; he knew damn well exactly how much of a mess he probably looked in that moment, having seen girls go through the very same routine with him as he was going through with Murdoc. If anything, though, Murdoc seemed to get even harder at the sight before him, 2D all helpless and flushed and so bloody vulnerable that Murdoc had to tear his eyes away from the sight, throw his head back and call out to Satan so he wouldn't shoot off right then and there.
A noise of surprise bumbled from 2D's lips at the foreign feeling of Murdoc buried deep within his throat, the sensation so strange and alien and arousing at the same time. 2D had begun to get light headed at the overflow of emotions running through him. The singer timidly allowed the muscles of his throat to constrict and release around Murdoc's stiff length, gaining quite a loud noise of approval from the bassist as he did so. Forcing his face all the way down, 2D found his lips pressed flush against the skin and spatterings of hair around Murdoc's groin, his nose deeply inhaling the manly musk that resided there. Even his crotch smelled like alcohol, cigarettes, and bad decisions. 2D couldn't get enough of it.
"Fuck, two dents, who taught you to do that, eh?" Murdoc grumbled, morbidly curious and unbearably aroused at the same time. A helpless noise rumbled from 2D's throat that travelled all throughout Murdoc's cock, the bassist groaning in inescapable pleasure as it ran through him. "Alright, alright, come up, come here." Murdoc insisted, feeling the all too familiar tightening in his abdomen that signaled a release he wasn't ready to allow just yet. 2D listened obediently, dragging his mouth up and off of Murdoc, a distressed cough following the action as he lifted one hand up to rub at his throat. It felt raw, like he'd been screaming for hours on end, but 2D reveled in the tinge of pain it brought, a reminder of what exactly he'd been doing with Murdoc, something he could've only hoped for in his wildest dreams.
Murdoc, ever impatient, gripped the blue-haired singers cheeks and tugged his reddened face up towards his own for a passionate kiss, the Satanists dual-colored eyes squeezing shut as he pressed as much of his appreciation into the embrace as he could. 2D could only whimper at the intensity that Murdoc was sending his way, his large palms shaking where they reached up to grip the bassists hips and scratch lightly with blunt fingernails. Another grasping hand at his arse reminded 2D that he was still very much clothed, his jeans digging painfully into his hips where they pressed against Murdoc's torso. The singer could only lie back and watch with mild amusement and awe as Murdoc flipped him onto his back, making such quick work of removing his skinny jeans that, somehow, still managed to remain loose on his thin frame that made 2D's head spin a bit.
Finally freed of the captivating fabric that had previously enclosed his slim legs, the singer let out a euphoric sigh, his back arching up and off of the bed as he tossed his spidery arms loosely around the shoulders of his savior, tugging down his warm frame to press as close against his own as he could manage. It was more intimate than Murdoc was used to, and despite his first instinct being to shake 2D off of him, he fought and suppressed it with all his might, instead channeling his frustrations into the bone-crushing grip he had on the singers slim hips. He was sure he'd leave bruises, but judging by the noise that had escaped 2D's lips, the singer wouldn't mind. The bassist pulled back from the kiss he'd had 2D captured in to admire his handiwork; 2D was positively glowing, with his skin flushed from head to toe, his wide black eyes glistening with arousal and adoration and lips parted and plump and shimmering with a combination of their saliva. Yeah, he'd save the whole foreplay ordeal for another time, then.
Alive with sensation and a stiffy harder than rock, Murdoc found himself no longer immobile from pain, though it still hung around like a storm cloud, just out of his peripheral, but there none the less. The feline crouch he had over 2D's sprawled out body would have to be saved for another time, he mused, as his back was protesting, and quite loudly. Slinking off of the singer with a groan that conveyed the depths of his displeasure, Murdoc collapsed on the space next to 2D, skin moist with the effort of his exertions as he breathed out a sigh.
"Sorry, mate, you'll have to take the reigns from here," Murdoc apologized, though he did so in the most uninterested tone he could muster up, his dual-colored gaze trained on the ceiling above him as his lungs worked to breath in as much oxygen as they could. "If you're looking for a, well, smooth sailing, you'll have to head over in my bag." Confusion overtook the dimwitted singers features, his chest still heaving from their kiss, before he finally was able to derive from Murdoc's metaphor what he was really trying to say. Scrambling off of the bed at an admirable speed, naked glistening frame and all, 2D crouched down before Murdoc's suitcase, his erection bouncing hard and insistent between his legs as he finally tugged out the small, travel sized bottle of lubricant that 2D couldn't help but wonder the origin of. Dismissing the thought from his mind before it could grow and develop into an idea that would surely prevent him from being able to focus on the task at hand, 2D clambered back over to the bed, his mile-long legs straddling the bassists strictly shaped hips as he took ahold of the other males erection within his large, slicked palm. A low grunt resonated throughout Murdoc's chest, his discolored eyes flitting back and forth between the hazy expression on 2D's face and the way he looked gripped within the singers hand. Once 2D had slickened him up to what he saw fit, the singer chucked the bottle somewhere within Murdoc's room, a faint clatter resonating throughout the area as it met the wooden floor of the hut. Despite the overpowering lust that overtook most of 2D's features, Murdoc could still see a trace of nervousness; 2D had been gnawing down on his lower lip, something he only did when his anxiety was creeping up his spine insistently.
"Relax, Tusspot, or you'll make this a lot harder than it needs to be," Murdoc insisted, thumbs massaging invisible circles onto the smooth skin where his palms gripped the singers slim hips. 2D shivered at the notion, tugging at his lower lip with what was left of his front teeth before releasing the abused flesh altogether. With a nod of uncertainty, 2D held Murdoc tightly within his palm, his hips slowly lowering down as his body began to work around the sudden intrusion that he was gripping oh so hard. A sharp gasp escaped 2D's lips, paired with a whimper so pitiful that Murdoc almost felt bad for the overwhelmed singer.
"Oh no, Muds, I-I can'" 2D whined, though he made no move to slide off of the half of Murdoc's erection that was already pressed deeply inside of him. There was the familiar twist of discomfort on the singers face as he, despite his words, removed his hand where it was still wrapped around Murdoc, and cautiously worked his hips in a manner that had Murdoc's eyes nearly popping out of his head.
"You're taking it mighty fine, dents, don't worry," Murdoc insisted, a bit of his own exhaustion leaking into his breathless tone as he looked up at his singer, halfway impaled on his own length and flushed from head to toe. The sight was downright pornographic. "Don't stop, though."
Seemingly fueled by the snippet of appreciation, 2D nodded, dug his fingernails into the sides of the bassists torso, and dropped his hips down until they sat flush against Murdoc's own. A noise so packed with both pain and euphoria resonated throughout the room, having crawled its way up from the depths of the singers lungs and spewed out across Murdoc like a ray of sun. The grip Murdoc had on the bluenette's hips tightened tenfold. If 2D had been reddened before, he was absolutely scarlet now, his cheeks such a vibrant shade of red that he was practically burning with it. For a while, 2D just sat there, long legs twisted at his sides, fingers nestled within the bassists ribcage, with his hips pressed flush against Murdoc's. Then, timidly, the singer lifted his bony hips, teeth biting down on his lower lip once more, before he dropped them back where they began.
The singer pushed out a choked noise, one that made Murdoc's blood run hot with the desperation of it. Unable to keep still with such a visage before him, the bassist lifted his hands from 2D's hips, curling them around the singers waist to grip at his arse and tug him further down on his own erection once more, his tongue spilling out from between his thin lips to flick suggestively in 2D's direction. The singer in question was far too out of it to notice, his black orbs half-lidded and aimed at the ceiling as his skin broke out in a light sweat, his body now moving with ease up and down against Murdoc's as he repetitively impaled himself on his best mate. The gasping noises he released had Murdoc's head in a floozy, his body so overheated and overstimulated he thought he might have a heart attack, then and there. Despite the determination on the singers face, he was moving much too slow for the bassist, an issue he planned to resolve quickly, if he wanted to last another minute, that is.
"Hop off it, dents, I wanna try something," Murdoc announced, voice strained and raspy and rough and all the things 2D loved so very much. Through his haze of lust, 2D dully comprehended the other males words, a whine of disapproval escaping from his parted lips before he unhappily complied. Lifting himself up and off of Murdoc's hips, he found himself blushing all over again at the distinct pop that resonated throughout the small room as Murdoc slid out of him. The bassist only grinned lecherously, licking his serpent's tongue over his pointed teeth before he forced himself to sit up, despite the cracking noises his back gave off in the process. 2D had half a mind to reprimand Murdoc for moving so carelessly after enduring such an injury, but it was just that: a half. "Hands and knees, love," the singer hastily obeyed, pushing the tinge of pain he felt in his nether regions to the back of his mind as he did so. The position left him so vulnerable, so open and exposed to the bassists wondering gaze that he practically felt nauseous with it, but all the protest he provided was the fresh wave of redness that darkened his features.
He felt, rather than saw, Murdoc slink up behind him, heavy hands having found a home once again on the singers slim hips as the bassist tugged them back against his own. Murdoc ground his heavy erection slowly against 2D's parted cheeks, relishing in the choked noise of desperation that slid out from the singers lips.
Pumped full with morbid curiosity, 2D couldn't help but wonder, was this why Murdoc could pull birds so easily? Did they receive the same thrill 2D felt when he was lying beneath Murdoc, all sweaty and fucked out of very mind? Did they enjoy basking in the shame and humiliation of it all quite like 2D did?
The singer wasn't left much time to ponder after that, as Murdoc, quite abruptly, shoved himself back inside the singer to the hilt and released a moan so filthy 2D felt his skin blacken with the sin of it. 2D didn't have time to release his own noise of approval, as Murdoc started the pace off fast and rough, his hips bumping up against the singers with enough force to cause his body to rock back and forth with the motion of it all. 2D was left gasping for air, his body and mind so overstimulated that for a second, when the all-too familiar tightening of his throat came around, he feared he may actually cry in front of the bassist. Not from pain, not from discomfort, but from the all-encompassing pleasure Murdoc was sending his way; the bassist had never been one to hold back, and it seemed that this trait held true in the bedroom as well.
Unable to help himself, 2D shoved what was left of his top teeth into his bottom lip to try and muffle at least some of his noises, he sounded like a bloody street whore the way he was crying out and writhing beneath Murdoc. The bassist was having none of that, it seemed, as 2D felt the older man abruptly grab his jaw in a death grip that forced 2D to released his abused bottom lip from the confines of his teeth. "I wanna hear you, pet, don't hold back from me," Oh, bugger. Like he wasn't overstimulated enough by the bassists words, he had to go and shove himself right up against the younger males prostate, causing 2D to sob out a cry in response as he gripped himself in a tight, shaky fist, breathed in deeply, and came all over the sheets below him, tipping over the edge, headfirst. "Oh, dents," Murdoc couldn't help but follow the frail man beneath him over the edge, his nails digging into the supple flesh of his hips as he came inside him with a low, raspy sound that caused 2D to weakly spurt out what was left of the fluids inside him.
Pain once again crept its way up Murdoc's spine, the adrenaline thrill of the rush now all but gone as he collapsed weakly against the bed once more. He felt, rather than saw, 2D's arms and legs give out below him, his body collapsing in a puddle of his own waste. A noise of disapproval rang through the singers lungs, but it seemed he was far too tired to move himself away from the mess that lay beneath him. What felt like hours was merely only a few minutes, spent with the bassist and singer working to function their lungs properly once more, hearts insistently pumping in their throats. To Murdoc's surprise, 2D was the first to speak.
"We've got to fly back tom'row," 2D mumbled lazily into the pillow his face was mashed into, his back rising and falling steadily now, though his skin still shone with a sheen of sweat that glistened like a thousand diamonds. Murdoc grunted in return, eyes shut as his face twisted up into a grimace.
"You worry so much about the future, dents," Murdoc chastised, hand splaying out to the side of him to tug out two cigarettes as he made quick work of lighting them and passing one over to his exhausted singer. "We'll be on the bloody plane."
"I know, I know," 2D quickly replied, fingers gratefully wrapping around the cigarette Murdoc offered to him as he took a deep drag before continuing. "I's jus' so soon, is all. Like, I don' wanna leave, y'know? We've got it so...good 'ere. We're good 'ere."
It was a surprisingly intelligent comment from a singer who was half out of his mind with exhaustion and frequently doped up on painkillers. Murdoc's eyebrows rose beneath his fringe, his body having rolled over onto it's side to look closely at 2D's relaxed features. His cigarette hung all but forgotten between his pointed teeth, and just when he had conjured up the idea of smacking the singer upside the head to shake off the dazed look he had in his black orbs, 2D smiled at him and illuminated the room. He'd hit him later, he told himself, as he instead strung an arm around the singers waist, chucked the cigarette from his mouth away, and breathed in a slow, warm, lazy kiss.
