Sleep Well (or The 5 Times 2D Slpet On Murdoc And The One Time It Was The Other Time Around)
"Why do we always end up like this, Murdoc?" 2D huffed, leaning against the cool glass of the stylo's window. "Were so far way from Kong." The singer whined. "We don' have our phones." He continued, groaning as the pain began to build behind his eyes. "And, I don't have me meds." He cried.
Murdoc gripped the steering wheel tightly in his hands. "You'll be fine without your damned meds." He snapped, slapping the wheel as if it could be punished into running again. "I dont even know whats fuckin' wrong with it, 's not out of fuel. I filled the hungry bastard up when we left!" The green man steamed, opening the door and slamming it shut behind him.
2D winced at the noise, covering his ears with his hands and trying to distract himself from the pain by trying to make out the line of the bassist body in the night. He pulled a rumpled pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and shakily put the stick between his teeth. Barely able to light it as the brightness of the flame hurt his eyes and tremors raked through his body. He took a long drag of the cigarette and breathed out the smoke with a sigh. The calming nicotine helping the pain only slightly.
He took his time forcing himself to take calming breaths to ease the pain and watching Murdoc slaving over the engine, cursing under his breath the whole time. After some time of looking over and twisting and turning he let out a particularly loud curse and slammed both the hood and the car door as he made his way back to the drivers seat. "The belts snapped." He explained, throwing said belt in the back seat. "Ok.." 2D mumbled. Deciding not to push him into explaining why a car would need a belt and stayed silent.
The long stretch of silence, only interrupted by the melody of night sounds outside the car, after Murdoc lit himself a cigarette eased the pain of the singers headache wonderfully. "How's yer head?" Murdoc asked roughly, leaning back in his seat and taking a frustrated drag at his fag. "Fine." 2D answered. "Better."
Murdoc only nodded to show he had heard before the silence stretched on again. The quiet going on and on for what must have been hours. It was maddening.
"Murdoc i'm bored."
A sigh.
"It's only been 5 fuckin' minutes, sunbeam." The bassist snapped, tossing the filter of his fag out the window. "I know but Murdoc i can't si' still for this long." The singer wined. "You do it all the fuckin' time. Just get distracted by somethin'." Murdoc siad, gesturing wildly with his hands. "I can' there's nothin interestin'' out here." He complained, crossing his arms.
Murdoc growled, once again clutching the steering wheel tightly. "Wot do you expect me to do about it?" He said through gritted teeth. Murdoc opened his mouth to say more but suddenly his whole demeanor changed, a smirk spreading across his green face. "I know just how to keep you occupied." he said in his gravelly voice. 2D shivered. "W-wot" he stuttered, the last syllable turning into an undignified squawk as Murdoc reached behind the singers head. He rested his hand on the back of 2D's neck and pulled him closer, than began guiding him down so that he was facing his crotch.
2D pushed himself away as what Murdoc wanted finally clicked. "Murdoc!' 2D squawked, his cheeks flushing red. Murdoc cackled at the singers embarrassed expresssion. "Come on, faceache. I thought you were bored." The bassist said, a grin still on his harsh face. "T-thas not wot i meant." he mumbled, his cheeks still flushed as he stared out of the window into the void of night outside. "I'll return the favor.": Murdoc offered, his sharp toothed smirk growing.
2D thought over it a long while . The prospect of sucking the green man's dick wasn't all that appealing to be honest. Getting a blowjob in return didn't really matter all that much to him anyway. Murdoc wasn't that impressive.
"I don' know, Murdoc. Im not really sure you know 'ow to give a proper blowjob." 2D cringed. Murdoc frowned. "Well." he started, a grin threatening to cross his features. "Unlike you, sunbeam, i don't have lots of experience in giving head. " he cackled. 2D flushed. "Oh, please, i wosn' even tha' bad my first time." The singer mumbled back. Murdoc chuckled, "I find it hard to get offended in this situation. " 2D huffed. 'Shut up ." The singer breathed, shoving his hand in Murdoc's face as he busied himself with leaning down over Murdoc's crotch.
He could feel Murdoc laughing as he unzipped the slightly tinted trousers, pulling the waking member out of the confines of the other pants. Murdoc hitched his breath as 2D began to pump him into full hardness. "I really question your sexuality every time you do this, you know?" Murdoc huffed. "I'm entirely sure you have no idea how to pleasure something without a dick." 2D said nothing, only squeezed slightly too hard. Murdoc hissed and stayed silent.
The singer gave a tentative lick at the head before licking him with the flat of his tongue from the base to the tip. then wrapping his lips around the head. Murdoc let out a groan, lifting one hand to the back of 2D's head, tangling his fingers in the blue locks. 2D swirled his tongue around the head, applying pressure to the slit for only a second before sinking down on the length.
Murdoc ran his fingers through the singers hair , praising him as if he were a dog. "Good boy." He groaned, pushing the other further down his dick. 2D relaxed his throat, swallowing the head easily. "Ohh, fuck." The bassist moaned out , thrusting his hips up.
"Oh, ok, fuck, Stu stop. I change my fucking mind." The bassist snapped, pulling the singer off of his length by his hair. 2D winced. "Wot, is it?" The singer asked, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. "Come 'ere." The bassist said, gesturing to his lap. The blue haired man looked at him questionably before moving over to straddle the bassist 's lap. Murdoc smirked. "Ive always wanted to fuck you in this car." The satanist admitted, tugging down the singer's plaid pajama pants he never bothered to change out of. 2D flushed. "Really?" he asked, his dick just starting to become aware. "Fucked alot of birds in this car, 2D." He said, pushing up the singer's shirt. "But i knew that you'd look the best ridin' my cock in the only car i ever bothered to pay for." 2D moaned and crashed his lips into Murdoc's, wrapping his arms around the bassist neck and shoving his bare chest against Murdoc's clothed ones.
"Lube?" 2D breathed when the parted for air and for 2D to yank Murdoc's shirt off him like it personally offended him. "Glove compartment." Murdoc answered hastily, pushing 2 of his own finger's in his mouth and coating them with saliva before reaching behind 2D and thrusting them inside the puckered entrance.
The singer paused in reaching for the glove compartment and busied himself with crying out and arching his back. "F-fuck, Murdoc." He snapped, reaching again for the lube when he recovered from the sudden intrusion. He brought back the plastic bottle and squirted some of the cold gel in his hands. before coating Murdoc's thick member with it. Murdoc hissed at the temperature as he continued to sizzor his fingers before adding a 3rd. 2D arched once more, throwing the bottle of lube into the passenger seat before lifting himself on his knees. Murdoc lined himself up, nudging the stretched hole with blunt head of his dick.
2D leaned back against the steering wheel and slowly lowered himself down. The two men both hissed as the organ passed the tight ring of muscle. "Awe, fuck." 2D moaned as he lowered himself till he was sitting on the bassist lap once again. 2D let himself breath, opening his eyes halfway to see Murdoc looking at him, from his own neglected cock up his chest and finally to his face. Murdoc made eye contact with him, letting out a half smirk. "So fuckin' sexy, D" He panted.
"F-fanks." he said, before sitting up and grounding himself down on Murdoc's dick. 2D through his head back, opening his mouth to scream and draw in much needed air as he started to lift himself up and and thrust himself back down on the dick inside him. Murdoc kept his eyes open, watching the singer impale himself over and over. The green man leaned against his seat, keeping both hands on narrow hip bones and helping the other by lifting the practically weightless singer up and then pushing him back down. "Murdoc." The singer moaned in his melodious voice. "Yeah, baby, say my name." The bassist groaned, rolling his long tongue out of his mouth. "Ah! Murdoc. Oh, shit'. " 2D cried out, digging his fingernails in the green mans shoulders . His thighs were burning and his knees hurt from digging into the seat but he kept bouncing on Murdoc's cock whining and moaning and writhing as he did so.
"Murdoc, im gonna-." He started, feeling his climax pool in his groin. "Do it, baby." Murdoc groaned, wrapping his hand around the singer's dick. "Come for me." 2D came, spurting white strings of seamen all over his and Murdoc's chest. 2D screamed, crashing his lips to Murdoc's as The bassist came into him with a groan.
They kissed for a while after that, pressing their lips together over and over in useless kisses until 2D let out a yawn. Murdoc lifted the singer up and pulled out, tucking himself back in and zipping up his trousers and pulling 2D's pajamas up from where they were rolled down his thighs. before reaching over to 2D's forgotten shirt and wiping both their chest. When they both were clean 2D feel useless back to his place on Murdoc's chest. "M' tired now." the singer whined.
"Go to sleep then." Murdoc said with his own yawn. "We'll find a way home in the morning. 2D nodded and pressed one last kiss to Murdoc's neck before falling asleep.
"Fag." Murdoc mumbled, wrapping his arms around 2D's waist before falling asleep himself.
BONUS:
Murdoc woke to the sound of a loud obnoxious sound and a thick southern accent yelling. "Hey buddy!" The voice yelled. "You and yer lady friend need a ride?" Murdoc growled , opening his eyes , at first only seeing the blue of 2D's hair before leaning over to see the fat, county trucker looking down at him with a toothless smile. "Wot." he called back, squinting at the brightness.. "I could drop you and yer girlfriend off at the gas statin up the road. I reckin' they got a phone for yew to use." The trucker called. "Uh.. Yeah, mate, thanks." he called, shaking the already complaining 2D awake. "Wake up, faceache, we got a ride. " He snapped, pushing at the frail shoulders. He shoved the singer out of his lap as opened the door to get out of the car. "Damn son, are yew aware yewr green?" The man called. He could hear 2D laughing hysterically in the car before he came out wearing Murdoc's shirt.
"My, my arnt yew a purty young thing." The trucker called, looking at 2D as he and Murdoc climbed in the passenger seat. "W-wot." 2D asked, his cheeks flushing. "The sod thinks yer a girl." Murdoc whispered, barely containing his laughter.
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