Dethklok: Pickled Deth

A Nathan and Pickles FanFic

By: Kotomi

Chapter Two:
Drum Lessons

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"Ok, play me a flam."

"What the Hell's a flam?" I questioned.

Pickles groaned as he smacked his palm into his face.

"Yer serious? You've already forgotten our last lesson?" Shouted Pickles in disbelief. "You can't be THAT stupid!"

I tossed the two drumsticks away and folded my arms. He knew that I wasn't the "smartest" guy in the world and that I have a hard time memorizing things. In my mind, my vocabulary is vast and knowledgeable. I have a bad memory though...so it kind of sucks. I can't put what I'm thinking onto paper or anything like that. I get a "brain cramp" trying to. Keep in mind that I didn't even get my High School Diploma.

"Aww, don't pout my wittle Nat'an." Cooded Pickles while giving me back the drumsticks.

I give him a nasty look. "Don't baby me jack-off."

"Oooo How threatening! Here, let me show you how."

Pickles grabbed his own pair of sticks and rapidly "tapped" the matt on the floor. God! That was some quick hand work there. I don't think my hands are that nimble. I made a poor attempt to mimic what he did but, it came out like "fl...am".

Pickles shook head. "Doode, like this."

He preformed the flam again and I failed to nail that again. I fail at life again. Pickles got up and squatted right behind me so close, I could feel him breath.

"Here, lemme guide you." Said Pickles as he grabbed my hands.

His hands were soft...

He made my hands preform the flam somewhat more similar like his. As he did this, he was breathing softly on my neck. My spine tingled and shivered from his breath and I tried to control my trembling. My urge to react to this sensation was getting stronger and I swear to God he needs to stop.

"See? Like that..." Whispered Pickles into my ear as he set his head on my shoulder. "Now you give it a try."

My body was paralyzed by his body heat pressed up against mine. What the Hell was he doing? Laying his head on my shoulder and shit...He's making me feel...more warmer inside? I don't know what this feeling was, but I liked it alot.

I attempted the flam once more, hoping that he would approve.

"How's that? I gruffed. "Is that brutal enough for you?"

"That was good for a doochebag like you." He teased back. " Let's try some beats."

I started to feel warm and sweaty as he shifted around to get more comfortable. He now had his legs spread apart and I could feel his groin against my lower back. I swear to God he must be high or something. If I wasn't so "nervous" and "shy" right now, I would kill him! Or...kiss? NO! What the fuck?

He grabbed my hands again and started to do his very-complicated-warm-up-beats. Was I suppose to do all of this? Pickles saw that I was completly lost and started to let go of my hands.

I want his soft hands back...

"Heh, sorry 'bout that Nat'an. Got carried away..." His voice trailed off.

I had grabbed one of his hands quickly before he could put it back to his side. I didn't mean to do that...It's just that I like the feeling of his hands clamped on mine. When did I even like soft hands? When did I like soft hands that came from PICKLES?!

"Nat'an?" Whispered Pickles as he looked at me. "What are you..."

I turned my head toward his face to see his expression. His emerald-green eyes were locked on mine and I began to grow hot again. Dont' move Nathan. You are invisible.

Pickles slowly and cautiously moved in closer to my face. His eyes began to close as his lips brushed against mine. OH! The feeling! It exillerated my whole body with tingling sensations. His hands held my head in a passionate manner as he began to kiss my lips even more. I did not move. I did not kiss back. I could only savor the quick, too quick, moment.

Pickles quickly pulled away from my lips and my body. He hurriedly went towards the door with a red, confused look on his face.

"Oh God, sorry...fuck!" Gasped Pickles, wide-eyed.

He slammed the door shut. I just sat there with my mind so blank. So empty. I could only think about his texture of his lips, the tingling sensation throughout my lips. If only I could have tasted his tongues savory sweetness...

Sweetness?! WHAT THE HELL?! When did I become gay? No. I am not attracted to men. No, no, NO! I am a straight jack-off. NOTHING else...

I layed down onto the floor and looked up at my clock. It read 7:42 PM. All of this messed up shit made me tired...I layed here on the floor 'til I fell asleep, trying to forget Pickles and everything else.

My last thought was: I miss Pickles...

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Dedication:

To Dr. Rockso

Thanks for cocaining my day.

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