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Stuck between a rock and a hard place	By : ginseng Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Slipknot Views: 4247 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Stuck between a rock and a hard place
Author: ginseng
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jim/Joey/Mick (Joey’s POV)
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. It didn’t happen. This fiction in no way represents the people mentioned within. I do not profit from these stories. I do not know any of the members of Slipknot.

I don’t know why or how I get myself in trouble all the time. The only thing I know is that somewhere down the line things got out of hand.

It all began when I noticed how both of them started to treat me slightly different. Subtle changes like how Mick’s hand slipped in under my short pants and caressed my knee when I sat on his shoulders on stage. Or how Jim’s green eyes followed me on my way to the showers.

Then there was this time when I found Mick standing by my bunk, holding one of my t-shirts and looking terribly guilty. I could have sworn that he was sniffing it but I wasn’t sure. And when we got the chance to stay in a hotel they almost began to fight over who was going to share room with whom. Their bickering resulted in Sid grabbing the second keycard out of my hand and Mick and Jim walked away together, low voices mumbling curses. That night it slowly began to dawn on me; Mick and Jim fought over me. I was flattered that two amazing guys like them fought over me.

I admit that it kind of got to my head and I began to tease them, playing them against each other. Like when I feed Mick his water from behind my drum kit I made sure Jim saw me snaking my arm around Mick’s broad chest, caressing him while I poured the water down through the gaps in his mask. Or like when we hugged backstage before the show I always kept close to Jim and hugged him tight for an extra long time, which made Mick’s blue eyes burn with jealousy.

The whole situation gave my confidence a huge boost. I felt wanted and admired and I excused my behavior with the fact that neither of them actually told me what was on their minds. Out of vanity I took every chance I got to make one or the other guitarist desirous. To me it was just a silly game. Until one cold autumn’s night.

There was something wrong with the heater and the bus was chilly. Most of the guys had gone to bed but I found Jim on a sofa in the back lounge reading. He wore a large brown knitted sweater that made him look so warm and comfortable. The bus was dark and the reading light spread a faint glow over his messy hair. He looked up at me from the book over the rims of his black glasses. I complained about the cold. Jim put his book on the table, spread his long legs and opened his arms for me. By the time I had cuddled close I realized that Mick wasn’t around. There where no one to see our intimacy and to play my jealous-game with. But the closeness and the warmth felt too good to resist so I relaxed and leaned my back against his chest.

We watched a movie and I felt how Jim’s hand, which lay on my stomach, slowly it found it’s way under the lining of my t-shirt. Suddenly I became aware of his hot breath at the top of my head and how good he smelled. The very tips of his fingers brushed cautiously over my tingling skin. His touch was gentle but it affected me in a way I never had expected. I had to bite my lip to keep myself from whimpering. My breathing got ragged and he must have known what was going on because he brushed my hair back and placed a soft and chaste kiss on the side of my neck. My pants grew tighter around the groin. I excused myself and went to bed.

Alone in my bunk I tried to figure out what exactly had happened. Jim had touched me and it turned me on. No matter how I twisted or turned, I always came back to that. Confused I fell asleep and the next morning I woke up with a hard on that would have made any guy proud but me. I had dreamt about Jim. And Mick. In a very inappropriate way.

I sighed deeply and folded my fingers around my acing flesh. I had to do something about that, no matter what the cause of my arousal were. I listened carefully and the only sound that was heard was the low humming of the engine and the tires against the road. As quietly as I could I stroked myself as the images of two large guitarists flashed before my eyes. With a shallow inhale and the thought of having their huge bodies on either side of me I came all over my hand.

For the next couple of days I avoided Mick and Jim and decided that my little game had to come to an end. Unfortunately I couldn’t no longer control my feelings or my dreams. The thought of Mick’s long black hair falling down over his face, and mine, made me instantly hard. I couldn’t take my eyes of Jim’s nimble fingers when he idly played guitar while watching a movie on the bus. I remembered all too well how those fingers felt against my skin. Me avoiding them only made them work harder on getting my attention. It was an inevitable spiral that rather quickly led us towards downfall.

As always it was alcohol that was the fuel to my fire. Somewhere on the East coast we had this huge party to celebrate that our latest album sold gold in England. Roadrunner considered it the most important country in Europe and wanted to make the press aware of our success abroad. The party began with a fancy dinner for the band and a bunch of representatives from the companies that we work with. I wasn’t surprised when Jim and Mick hurried over to my table and placed themselves on either side of me. During the first course things ran pretty smoothly but when the main course arrived I was getting slightly drunk and had a hard time ignoring the massive men that surrounded me.

Both wore their hair loose, Mick’s long black strands were brushed to a perfect shine and Jim had actually brushed his which was a rather irregular event. All three if us wore black clothes. Mick had rolled the sleeves of his shirt up and I couldn’t stop myself from staring at his muscular arms. I turned slightly towards him and thought about how strong and powerful he was. How easily he carried me around on stage and what he would be capable of if I only let him.

Jim interrupted my thoughts. He grabbed me by the shoulder and told me to accompany him when he went outside for a smoke. He gave me no chance to recline and I never got to know his intentions. When we got outside Sid was there too and he gave us a detailed report of his thoughts about the food. Jim smoked in silence and he kept his right hand on the small of my back in a very protective way. Jim always made me feel safe and cared for. I looked up at him and the second my eyes met his green ones my heart began to beat faster.

We went back in and even Sid noticed Mick’s evil glare at Jim as we returned for dessert. I shivered with lust when he looked like that, like a predator, all fired up. I had this secret dream about letting go and totally give in to someone else’s will. And recently I had thought about Mick in that way. For him to take me.

I decided to skip dessert and went straight to the bar. I downed two shots of whiskey and looked over at the guitarists. They were arguing. I ordered a beer and watched Mick grab Jim by the neck and pulling him close. The kept on talking, faces so close that the tips of their noses touched. They looked so intimate and intense I almost expected them to kiss. But they didn’t. Instead they turned their heads towards me and smiled a mutual smile, and that scared the hell out of me.

A couple of hours went by and I hardly saw Mick or Jim that made me feel even more uneasy which resulted in me drinking way too many beers. I was just about to go over to where Sid was standing when Jim suddenly appeared right in front of me. I stumbled backwards in shock but Mick’s massive body blocked my way. Their tall bodies towering around me made me tremble. I had nowhere to run.

I can’t remember who said it but I was told that we were going back to the hotel. Without further ado they rushed me outside and into a cab. Jim sat on my left side and he held my hand. Mick was to the right with his arm around my shoulders. No one spoke during the short ride.

They all but pushed me into the elevator and the second the doors closed Mick clamed my mouth. Even though I stood on the tips of my toes Mick had to bend down so far his hair reached past my waist. For a short, confused moment I whished my hair was that long. Jim stood right behind me and in a haze I felt his hands snake around my waist. He stroked my stomach and chest impatiently. The entire situation was overwhelming, my head spun and I lost my balance. Four strong hands caught me immediately and they looked slightly worried at me. With a small ‘ping’ the elevator opened and they guided me to a room.

I didn’t have the time to figure our who’s room it was. Mick scooped me up and carried me to the bed where Jim took off my shoes. They took turns kissing me, it was like the rivalry was gone and I didn’t complain. When we were laying down the difference in sizes evened out and I didn’t have to strain my neck to be able to kiss them back. Just by kissing me they had me panting within seconds. Having their absolute attention like that was the greatest turn on I had ever experienced.

Jim sat up straight and with practiced hands he pulled my t-shirt over my head. Mick kissed his way down my body and began to unbutton my jeans. At that moment I actually had some scruples about what was happening. I had tease my colleagues for weeks and that had led to us to bed. I recognized my part in all of it. It was about that time my ability to think a single coherent thought ended. I was naked and two tongues licked up the length of my hard on. I held my breath in anticipation but noting happened. Then the mattress shifted underneath me as the two large men got off the bed.

I hoisted myself up on my elbows and looked at them pleadingly. They met by the foot of the bed in a ferocious kiss that made me groan. I watched as Jim sunk his teeth into Mick’s plush lower lip. The reaction was immediate; Mick grabbed Jim’s longish hair and pulled his head backwards. That single motion was so full of domination and force I thought I was going to come right there on the spot. Jim on the other hand took Mick’s action with ease. He slowly began to unbutton his partner’s shirt, revealing more and more of that astounding, broad chest. Jim stroked the black fabric off his shoulders before he leaned in and licked Mick’s hard nipple like it was a tasty piece of candy. Mick tugged at Jim’s hair, he wanted him to stand up straight so that Mick could remove his shirt.

Both Mick and I sighed at the sight of Jim’s naked upper body. He was truly amazing; long lean muscles covered by fair, inked skin. The junction where his stomach met his groin, by the edge of his jeans, was made for me to touch. But I was on the bed and he was out off my reach. Mick, however, could easily reach. He closed the short distance between them by taking a good hold of the lining of Jim’s jeans and pulled him in for another breathtaking kiss. Slow and easily Mick unbuttoned the slightly taller man’s jeans and slid the denim down his hips.

It didn’t take long until Jim let Mick’s pants fall down on the floor, right by his own. I had seen them both naked before but at that moment it was like I saw them for the first time. Hard and together they exceeded all my expectations. I had to concentrate on performing the simplest task like transporting air into my lungs. My hands trembled as I crawled to the foot of the bed. I needed to get closer, I wanted to take it all in, every inch of naked skin, each single detail of their impressive bodies. I craved the feel of them close, to touch them, to finally have them both.

I invited them to join me on the bed. I asked for them to touch me. I demanded to be taken. My desperation knew no end and I resorted to shameless begging. But they just stood there, motionless, staring down at me, naked and pathetic on the bed. Jim and Mick gave me their ultimatum

“Choose!”
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