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Noon had come and went before the rest of the band had even begun to stir. Within the hour though, all five had gathered in the main room to relax and try and forget the previous night's terrible events. Hoping to avoid the unpleasant thoughts of the night, Nathan moved to the center couch taking his notebook and pen out to carry on his work on the song he and Pickles had started.

Meanwhile around the singer, the other four men settled in, flipping on the giant TV set to a porno. "This one's hot," Pickles noted as he stretched out on the sofa comfortably, while Murderface began sliding his hand down his shorts none to discreetly.

"She ams taking hers clothes offs," Toki giggled, pressing his face against Skwisgaar's ribs slightly.

"Ja," the Swede smirked slightly at the contact. "They tends to does that in the pornos."

On the other sofa Murderface's hand gripped his own gnarled manhood with a light grunt. "Love this part!"

"I've seen worse," Nathan commented, glancing up for a moment before shoveling more chips into his mouth.

"Like at nights Nathans?" Skwisgaar snickered, nudging Toki slightly who offered a small smirk of his own.

Instantly a violent snarl erupted from the singer. "F-ck off!"

"We are!" William cried out, having missed the little spat between the duo, his hand working overtime.

For just a moment Skwisgaar's smirk softened as he caught Toki's eyes. Softly stroking the younger man's hair, he took small pity on his raging friend. "Imagines Ofdensen," he suggested softly.

Slowly Nathan's eyes settled into a half closed position as he let himself think of the gorgeous man who he'd fallen head over heels with. Slowly a small smile began to spread over the front man's lips.

"He so ams! Look guys!" Toki whispered none to quietly as he watched his friend, fighting back the giggles.

"Watch the movie guys," Nate murmured as he tuned the foursome out as his mouth began to twitch softly.

"Aww, fines," the brunette sighed, joining Pickles in turning his attention back to the TV complacently.

Skwisgaar, however, just couldn't let it go. Letting his voice drop to an intimate whisper, he turned towards Nathan with a small smirk, "Why don'ts you go gets the real thing Nathans?"

A decidedly darker smirk was plastered over Nathan's face as he began to picture exactly what his lover was doing. "He's working."

"Go sweeps him off his feets lover boy," the Swede suggested.

"Like you do Toki?" the singer inquired, grabbing his chips and beer with a winning smirk still on his face.

"Pssh whatevers," the guitarist snorted.

"You two were all over each other last night," the hulking front man smirked, padding off with what he thought was the final word.

"Whatevers Nathans!" Skwisgaar called after him with a shrug, glancing down at the younger man snuggled against his ribs.

"Wes not gays," Toki stated, stretching out and making himself more comfortable against his counterpart.

"Of course nots," the blond confirmed, wrapping an arm loosely around the younger man's shoulders.

"Gah! Shuddup! Movie!" Murderface growled as he beat a hasty exit, a trail of white following him out the door.