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"I'm getting so fucking sick of these interviews," Murdoc muttered, opening the fridge and pulling out a can of beer.
"Well, Noodle said that she would tell the others to bugger off for a while.. since we've done like twenty interviews and it's only been about a week," 2D sighed, slumping down on the couch.
"They all ask the same fucking questions. 'How long have you lovebirds been dating?' 'What do you love most about him?' 'How was your first kiss?' And so on, and so forth. It's making me sick!" Murdoc spat, before taking a big gulp of his beer.
2D sat down next to him, smiling a little. "Come on Muds, you have to admit it's been pretty fun making up all that bullshit," he said soothingly.
Murdoc shrugged begrudgingly. "Suppose so."
"And in a few weeks it'll all be over," 2D continued quietly.
"No, because then we'll have to answer all the stupid questions about the break up. This is going to haunt us forever," the bassist groaned, gulping down the last of his beer.
2D sighed, resting his chin in his hand as he leaned on his knee. "You're right. We're never going to be left alone. It's going to be even worse than before," he muttered moodily.
They both sat in silence for a while, the situation properly hitting them. Murdoc glanced at 2D, who was staring ahead of him gloomily. He put his hand on 2D's shoulder and shook him playfully.
"Well don't get yourself into a pathetic lump of depression. Might as well make the best of it, eh?"
2D shrugged.
"And besides, I'm sure Noodle will make sure no one bothers us too much. She's fair, once we've sat out our 'punishment' she won't let us suffer any longer," Murdoc then said reasonably.
The singer sighed, leaning back.
"Hey, come on. Stop being so gloomy. How 'bout a little something to cheer you up?" the bassist offered.
2D glanced at him curiously. "What?"
Murdoc smirked at him, leaning forward. He let his tongue trail over 2D's lips, making the latter shiver.
He continued closing the gap between them agonizingly slowly, making 2D desperate for his lips. Then, at the last moment, as their lips were finally touching, he pulled away and stood up.
The singer stared at him, looking like he was going to cry. His trousers had suddenly gotten incredibly tight around the crotch area. Murdoc's eyes fell upon it, and he laughed.
"How can you be tenting already?" he grinned, shaking his head.
"Why would you do that?" 2D said desperately, shifting his legs a little
Murdoc shrugged. "Why wouldn't I?"
2D shook his head, not bothering to reply. He had something he urgently needed to take care of. He stood up, trying to get past Murdoc to get himself to his room. But the bassist blocked his way, standing in front of the door with an evil smirk.
"Where are you going, love?" he grinned.
"Murdoc, for fuck's sake. Let me through!" 2D squeaked, starting to become desperate.
Murdoc suddenly reached down, grabbing 2D's crotch and making the latter give a high pitched squeal. The bassist turned 2D around so he was up against the wall, then started rubbing his crotch slowly, reveling in the soft moans it caused.
They got interrupted by a loud ringing. Murdoc glanced at the singer, who looked up irritably.
"Hang on," Murdoc muttered, answering the phone.
"Yeah?"
2D watched in amusement as Murdoc's face turned slowly red.
"NO WE ARE NOT GOING TO FUCKING ANSWER YOUR SODDING QUESTIONS, HOW THE FUCK DID YOU EVEN GET MY NUMBER?"
The singer suppressed a giggle, curling up on the couch, waiting patiently.
"WHO IS THIS? LOOK HERE, WHOEVER YOU ARE, DON'T CALL ME AGAIN-" Murdoc paused, his eyebrows raising.
"NO WE'RE NOT GOING TO POST A SEX TAPE ON THE INTERNET!" he then yelled.
2D laughed openly now, standing up and wrapping his arms around Murdoc's waist from the back. The latter hung up, throwing his phone away angrily.
"Fuckin' sex tape.. how the fuck do they even think of things like this.." he muttered, turning around to 2D.
"Well why not? It could be fun," the singer grinned, and Murdoc smiled, pushing him down on the couch.
"Now where were we?" the bassist asked teasingly.
2D paused. "I think the more important question is, where are Noodle and Russel? Haven't seen them around all day."
Murdoc shrugged. "Probably out shopping or something, I don't know. Who the fuck cares right now."
2D's answer was cut short as Murdoc once again claimed his lips. The singer wrapped his legs around Murdoc's waist, grinding their crotches together. The bassist made a sound, startled, and he pulled away from the kiss.
"A bit needy, eh?" he smirked, although 2D could see he was panting slightly.
He didn't reply, just pushed their crotches together again. This time Murdoc joined him, moving his hips, creating more friction. 2D moaned as Murdoc leaned down, biting his neck.
The singer wondered briefly when they were going to go all the way. If they were going to go all the way. He quickly pushed the thought out of his mind though as the older man pulled 2D's trousers and underwear down all of a sudden, taking hold of the startled man's member.
"Wha –" his own sentence was cut off by a moan escaping his throat as Murdoc started moving his hand up.
Murdoc went faster and 2D's moans became louder and more high-pitched, and soon 2D was basically thrusting into his hand.
"Why the fuck am I the only one doing shit.." the bassist muttered then, brushing his thumb along the tip.
"I gave you a fucking blow-job, and now a hand-job.. I'm telling you, you owe me big time."
2D didn't listen, feeling himself come closer to the edge. Finally he came into Murdoc's hand, to the others annoyance. As he went to wash his hands, 2D slumped down on the couch, pulling his trousers back on. Murdoc soon joined him, crashing down next to him. 2D curled up against him.
"Muds.." he began quietly.
"Yeah."
"I'm enjoying this, you know."
Murdoc glanced at 2D, amused. "I fucking know you are, when do you think it's going to be my turn?"
2D grinned. "That's not what I meant – and alright, I do owe you. You're right."
"What did you mean then?"
2D pondered over his reply. "I meant, just this. Whatever it is we're doing. I like it. Don't you?"
Murdoc hesitated, unsure of where the singer was heading. "Yeah, I do like it," he then replied carefully.
"Well, then.. are we going to keep doing this after the two months are over?"
The bassist stretched his arms, before wrapping one around 2D. "I don't know, mate. It all depends on the circumstances. We'll see when the time comes, yeah?"
2D nodded. "I was just wondering, you know."
"Yeah, I know."
There was another long silence.
"I'm not gay though," Murdoc then stated.
"Neither am I," 2D said with a shrug.
Murdoc snorted. "You sure, sunbeam?"
The singer looked up at him, pouting. "Yeah, I am. Every man enjoys blow-jobs and hand-jobs, no matter who they're from. Well y'know, except for a few exceptions.. like my mum.." 2D trailed off.
Murdoc grinned. "I wouldn't mind a blow-job from your mum."
"Fuck off."
They laughed, and 2D pulled a packet of cigarettes out of his pocket. He gave Murdoc one, and lit them both.
"Shouldn't we move for when Russel and Noodle come in?" the singer then asked.
"Nah. Imagine the look on their faces when they see us like this. It's going to be priceless," Murdoc smirked.
2D giggled, taking a long drag from his cigarette. He suddenly felt his eyelids droop, and he stubbed the cig out, closing his eyelids.
"Idiot," he heard Murdoc murmur, before feeling something soft on his forehead.
Before he could wonder what it was he got pulled into a deep, peaceful sleep.
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