Skwisgaar noticed that through the week he had to share a bedroom with Toki he was noticing just how attractive his friend was and just how clingy the younger man was with him. He also noticed that he himself didn't mind it, if anything it was a massive ego stroke having somebody watch him play guitar like it was the most fascinating thing on Earth and having somebody tell him how great he was. He caught onto the times that Toki would watch him while he was getting dressed or just try and discreetly stare at him which wasn't discreet at all. He found it entertaining, but it was mostly frustrating when he caught himself staring at his friend and watching him. He liked to blame it on the week he'd gone without having sex, but now that week was up. He honestly at this point wasn't sure he could stand spending a single night in his bed alone as pathetic as that sounded to himself. He decided to go out, drink, and see who he could bring home with him. Nobody had wanted to go out with him, everybody was too busy glued in front of the TV while Ofdensen rang the house phone every hour to tell them they needed to start working on songs for their first album. They had all agreed not to answer the phone or if somebody had to then it should be Toki, they found the lawyer was less tense with the teen. It was like getting a fucking puppy dog, except one that could play guitar.
When Skwisgaar arrived back to Mordhaus with his two lady friends and one male friend he was glad to see nobody was in the living room. Not that it mattered, he was an adult he didn't need his friends approval, but he already knew he'd hear their complaints the following morning. He didn't care, he'd gone without intimacy for over a week, and he had a certain guitarist to get the fuck out of his mind right now.
It worked...For the most part, not entirely; he could focus rather well when he paid attention to the two women he'd brought back with him. When he was kissing the guy though he kept thinking about Toki, wondering how it'd feel to kiss him instead, thinking about how the rhythm guitarist had a much more toned body than the guy he was currently touching. He really didn't want to be thinking about him; sex with band mates was bad, he'd learned that through trial and error. A lot of trial and error. Every time he thought he had the younger man completely out of his mind he'd go right back there, back to thinking about running his fingers through thick brown hair, strong arms wrapped around him, and wondering what his name would sound like coming from his mouth while he fucked his brains out.
Working, not thinking about Toki in a sexual way really wasn't working out too well. If anything it was making him frustrated. He'd figured logically that he was only finding his friend attractive, because he'd gone this long without sex. He figured one night stand with a few people and he'd be over it. By the end of it he felt more frustrated than he had before having sex. He allowed his partners to spend the night, he felt like an asshole for throwing people out. It was a habit he adopted from his mother, she never threw the men she had over out of the house; if anything she moved them in for weeks at a time. Skwisgaar knew it was late and he felt it was safer if they just stayed, he figured they'd sneak out at different parts of the morning before he'd wake up.
By morning he woke up alone as expected; he showered, dressed, and went into the living room. The room smelled like breakfast foods, take out containers littered on the coffee table and barely enough for one person remained. He knew none of his friends had gone out for food or cooked, they weren't even smart enough to open a tin can, he doubted they could cook. He figured Ofdensen had a klokateer bring it over for them, he tried to send them meals at least three times a day or more. Skwisgaar disliked it, it made him feel like an animal in a zoo.
"This all that's left?" He asked picking up one of the white Styrofoam containers.
"Well there would be more, but you know you fucking sleep forever. Then again you spent like what four hours banging old chicks last night." Nathan said not looking away from the TV.
Skwisgaar sat down on the recliner, he hated the thing, but the couch was packed and he wasn't in the mood to get into a fight with Murderface over having a place to sit.
"Dude seriously though that one chick was like what, ninety?" Pickles asked seeming grossed out by his friend's taste in women.
Skwisgaar chose to take a bite of the cold eggs before answering, they went over this constantly.
"She was only in her seventies, what's the big deal anyway?"
"Oh my bad cause y'know seventy is like my fucking grandma's age. Dude it's fucking weird."
"Yeah man it's fucked up, you're young and in a fucking metal band; you can bang any hot chick you want. All you do is bang old ladies and dudes." Murderface decided to look away from the TV long enough to shake his head and give Skwisgaar a disappointed look.
"Please you'd fuck anybody who actually wanted to touch you." Skwisgaar shot back.
"I can get plenty of action you fucking asshole."
"Sure, like what last year?" Skwisgaar replied smirking
"Fuck you guys"
"I know one thing for sure; next Mordhaus is going to have sound proof walls, because I am not listening to that shit every night."
"It isn't that bad, stop being such pussies."
"Stop talking when you're having sex, it's fucking weird dude."
"It's not weird it's sexy, not like any of you would know that."
"Dude I got laid a lot when I had my old band, way more than your ass." Pickles said laughing.
"Right, back when you looked like a lady and still had hair."
"Don't make me punch you, it's too fucking early."
Well at least he had the satisfaction of getting on Pickles nerves, nobody ever brought up the drummer's hair loss issue, but it was a low blow that Skwisgaar felt like making. He was frustrated, tired, and currently wondering why Toki would go from glaring at him every time he spoke to purposefully ignoring him.
He glanced in the younger man's direction meeting his eyes, Toki glared at him before getting up and leaving the room. The sound of a door being slammed shut echoed through the house.
"What the fuck is with him?" Skwisgaar asked figuring one of his band mates would know.
"I don't know, fucking hormones or whatever." Pickles responded still pissed about the hair loss comment.
Skwisgaar left going after the younger man, he went into the bedroom to find Toki sitting on his bed playing guitar. He looked down at the instrument like he hated it, fingers flying over the cords as fast as he could possibly force the to go. He only stopped when he heard the door click shut, the look he gave Skwisgaar was about as hateful as the looks he'd been giving him in the living room just a minute ago.
"Get out"
"I'm allowed to come in here, stop being such a prick."
"I don't want you in here, it's my room."
"What's up with you, you're acting like a brat."
"I just don't want to be around you right now, so fuck off."
Skwisgaar leaned back against the door, arms crossed over his chest; he could be just as stubborn as the younger man.
"Not until you tell me why you keep looking at me like you want to punch me."
"Probably because I do want to punch you."
"What the fuck did I do?"
"That stuff with, with those people last night. It's fucking disgusting, I could hear you all fucking night, and...I don't want to talk about it with you." He yelled voice going up a pitch with his annoyance and frustration at the thoughts he had and the feelings he really couldn't fully understand or at least didn't want to.
"I should be pissed at you"
"Why?"
"You fucking know why"
"No I don't, what did I do? I'm not the band whore."
"Fine keep being a baby, come talk to me when you're ready to stop being such an asshole." Skwisgaar turned and left the room slamming the door shut behind him.
He returned to the living room to find it oddly quiet, the rest of his band mates were staring at him.
"What?"
"Dude I swear to God if you fucking want him out of the band because you've got some dumb lovers spat going on I will personally kick your ass." Pickles said
"I don't want him out of the band and we aren't lovers, he's just being an idiot. Fucking over dramatic moron."
He sat back down on the recliner; why the hell did it matter if he had sex with anybody? He'd been doing this since he was a teenager, it wasn't his fault he had to take a break because he had to share a room with the rhythm guitarist.
"Right he's the dramatic one" Pickles muttered rolling his eyes.
"You assholes realize we do have to start recording at some point so if you could you know, stop being a dick or whatever that would be great."
"Talk to Toki about it, not my problem; he's the one being a dick."
"No still you" Pickles responded
"Why me?"
The drummer looked at him like he was a complete idiot, the lead guitarist was lost at the reason for it. The TV was turned back on, Pickles left the room. Skwisgaar noticed his band mates occasionally looking at him like they wanted to make some remark about how gay he was being or how dumb or dramatic he was. So he couldn't even have sex now without there being drama, what else was he supposed to do? He was only good at two things; sex and guitar, beyond that he found himself bordering on useless. It wasn't his fault Toki was jealous of him or whatever was going on in that stupid little head of his.