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Boredom	By : LittleMissDisaster Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Nine Inch Nails Views: 1473 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Trent was bored. The tour buss plodded along some European road on its way to Spain, he thought. He’d just beat Halo, again. He didn’t even have any tracks to work on, having finished doing the last bits of Year Zero. It was now on its way to stores everywhere and he had but to sit back and wait for the fallout.
This was one record that actually made him a little nervous, despite his bravado on the boards, he wanted the fans to like it. He knew there would be people who didn’t. It was a departure from the usual Nine Inch Nails sound. It was thicker, cleaner, less “industrial.” He hated that word. It made him think of warehouses, corrugated tin roofs, exposed, spider web choked beams, dust. Not what he wanted to picture when he thought of his music. Not that he wanted sunshine and rainbows, but decrepit emptiness was definitely not it.
But for as many people that didn’t like it, he was sure there were people who would. He liked the sound. So much that instead of obsessing over the album for another three or four years, he had waited only one until releasing it. Public like it or not, he was happy with it.
He hoped they liked it.
Turning to the window, he watched the road slide by, making himself nauseous by looking at the lines down the center. He shook his head, rubbing a hand over the bristles of his hair. Sometimes he missed having long hair; he’d had it for most of his life. But he felt that all his internal changes needed some outward sign. The short hair was part of it, along with his heavily muscled physique. He had gone from drug addicted, long haired, skinny rocker, to sober, bald, muscle man. He’d even left New Orleans for L.A. When he looked in the mirror, he hardly recognized himself. It had taken him a bit of time to come to terms with that and get comfortable with his new identity.
Sighing, he looked at the man who slept in the small bed. He didn’t know what he would have done with out him. Curled up on his side, snoring softly was his best friend, lover, motivator and support system.
Figuring out the perfect way to end his boredom, Trent pulled off his boxers and slipped into the cramped bed, “Jeordie.” He whispered, kissing the back of his neck.
“Hmm?” Jeordie mumbled sleepily, turning over. He kissed Trent lightly, “Are we there?” he blinked heavily.
“Not yet.” He brushed some of Jeordie’s hair out of his face.
“Okay.” He closed his eyes and felt Trent’s erection pushing softly at his thigh, “Mmm.” He ran his hand lightly down the other man’s chest to his cock and stroked it gently.
Trent kissed him again, deeper, tongue sliding over Jeordie’s, grabbing handfuls of his hair as Jeordie brought his other hand around to fondle his balls. He threw his leg across his hips, pulling him closer so their erections brushed.
Jeordie moaned, “Baby, let me, please?”
He nodded and kissed him, reaching behind his back for the bottle of lube they kept on the little shelf next to the bed. Jeordie groaned when Trent coated his dick with strokes that were a little rougher than necessary.
Trent rolled over on his back and drew his legs up to Jeordie’s shoulders, guiding the slick cock to his entrance. He shivered as Jeordie pressed in slowly, filling him. Trent smiled against his lips as he kissed him and said, “I love you.”
Jeordie raked his finger nails lightly down Trent’s chest, “I love you too.” He began to pump in and out, picking up speed as he went.
Trent felt like he was going to explode. Jeordie pinched his nipple, rolling it between his fingers, touched him everywhere but where he wanted to be touched the most. His dick throbbed in time with Jeordie’s thrusts, weeping precum. Sweat sprung out on his body, his legs slipped from Jeordie’s shoulders. He locked them around his waist, jerking his hips to meet the thrusts.
Jeordie felt the hollow feeling in the pit of his stomach, and he began pumping Trent’s cock, knowing he was close to his own orgasm. The moans and grunts Trent was making were making it hard for him to hold back and he joined in with a chorus of his own sounds of pleasure.
“Oh fuck!” Trent called out as he came, come spilling over his stomach. His inner muscles throbbing around Jeordie, making him come in the next instant.
He collapsed on top of Trent, both men panting heavily. He rolled so they were facing each other, “Nervous about the album?”
Trent grinned broadly and kissed the tip of Jeordie’s nose, “Not anymore.”
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