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Taming of the Stu	By : hircineshound Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Gorillaz Views: 2481 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Gorillaz, I down't make any money off of them or this story, in fact they've gotten a lot of my money over the years.

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- 1-Taming of the Stu
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“…The pain in his head should be controlled now.” The doctor drawled on as Muds nodded and pretended to pay attention, not at all concerned with hearing the same shit he’d heard a week before. “… Stuart has shown increased inter neural activity, which suggests…”

“Look… Hate to inturupt ya… but… I’m gonna. I… jus’ have to get in there and see my mate, alright? Twenty-one hours you know, it’s jus’ too much.” He lied. The doctor nodded gravely, assuring him that if he had any questions he was just a buzz away, and turned to leave the man to his ‘civic duity’.

“Oi! Honey, I’m home!” The door to the room in the intensive care ward slid open. Same time, every day without fail the gruff, unkempt metal head could be seen making his way down to the ICU. It would almost make him seem sweet if all the nurses didn’t now know him as a drug seeking, flirtatious, troublemaker who’s only purposes there was to serve out a 30,000 hour community service sentence.

“Yea, I know, you missed my sorry arse something fierce, didn’cha?” The man said, sliding the door closed and drawing the curtain around the bed. He flopped down in the chair next to the bed, pulling the cigarettes out of his pocket as not to sit on them.

“You watchin’ this?” He asked, politely waiting for a reply before digging around for the remote. He knocked into a button as he was doing so and the machine pumping morphine into the boy at his side beeped and made a single loud churning sound, administering another dose through the IV. Oh well, probably wanted that anyway…

He found the remote after another moment and switched the telly around a bit, turning it off after finding nothing more interesting than a rather gory car crash on the news. “Oi, Stu-Pot.” He nudged him with an elbow “Remind you of anything?”

He snickered and sat back in the chair, taking out a cigarette and letting it rest between his lips without lighting it. “So brainache… uh… wha’choo up to?”

He nodded as though he’d actually gotten a response before heading over and opening the window to it’s maximum inch or two… he didn’t get why they bothered with the safety windows up there, it’s not like any of the brain dead gits could get up and suicide or something. He started humming Black Sabbath’s Suicide Solutions as he hopped up on the windowsill and finally lit his smoke.

“Yea… so eh… got stoned earlier. Gotta take you with one of these times. Sort of boring alone, mate… the guys are still in the clink. Your fault, really.” He pawed at all the random crap next to him idly, shoving a few clean needles into his pockets along with a few bottles with names he didn’t recognize… he’d ask around later.

He finished his fag and tossed it out the window, smirking when it hit some woman in the head and made her shriek, then paced around the room for a minute, looking into the closet and drawers. It wasn’t long before he gave up, heading back to the remote and flicking through until he found what appeared to be a very fuzzy porno in Spanish. “Wot…? Heheh… now we’re talkin’.”

He leaned back in his seat and tried to watch through the fuzz, eventually rubbing at the rising bulge in his jeans and leaning an arm against the bed. A few seconds later, he realized his arm was against that of the comatose boy on the bed and he stopped and stared. Was his arm there a second ago? Muds looked wide-eyed in the direction of the door then back to Stu.

“Tosser… you in there?” He questioned, not daring to hope the kid would get up and free him from his sentence. Leaning up on the bed rail he held the younger man’s unharmed eye open and peered into it. It rolled back and Murdoc let his eyelid droop back to where it had been. He seated himself back down and continued, putting his arm back up on the bed next to D’s and inching closer until they were touching again.

After a minute or so he got up and looked out the curtain, making sure no one was about to come in, then returned to his seat, unzipped his jeans and began kneading his member again, eyes now off the fuzzy soft core porno on the overhead telly and directly on the boy at his side. Did he even know what the fuck was going on? Some people thought a kid in a coma could pick up all sorts of shit from the environment, so maybe…

Murdoc’s eyes narrowed and he gazed into the boy’s calm face, snorting at how his mouth had lolled open. He ran his hand softly over the smooth streamlined muscles of the young man’s arm and over his chest under the sheet, rejecting his own body’s reactions to the warm, supple skin under his finger tips and passing them off as simply having a raging hard-on for the indistinct nude latino woman on the screen. He had such silky skin… if the gruff older man closed his eyes he could easily imagine it was a woman he was touching… at least until he got lower.

Disappointingly, Stuart’s skin wasn’t the only thing soft about him. Muds wouldn’t allow himself to be put off by this, if only because he refused to be turned on by Stu-Pot and thus shouldn’t be turned off by his lack of enthusiasm. Maybe he didn’t know what was up… then again, it was like everything else, right? Couldn’t make his body react to what he was thinking, could he? So… maybe he was just begging for it somewhere in the back of his mind. Muds couldn’t take that chance; couldn’t leave him aching like that when he was right there working on getting off. It would be inhuman. It would be cruel and unusual, much like Muds’ his own punishment of having to be there sixteen hours a week with the dull non-companionship of the corpselike Stuart Pot.

“So uh… if you don’ wanna do this uh… say somethin’ now.” He paused then took the boy’s length in his hand, grasping it firmly and stroking from root to tip with long slow motions. Just when he was about to give up, and lightened his grip on Stuart as he intensified his efforts on himself he managed to coax a small stirring erection from the younger man. He laughed. I’m fuckin’ Christ… I just ‘raised’ the dead.

Between the exaggerated porno moans and the hardening flesh in his hands it wasn’t long before Muds was panting hard enough to wake the dead (unfortunately it wasn’t loud enough to wake the comatose). He dug his teeth into his bottom lip and looked up at D. No one’s going to find out…

Both hands stopped. Murdoc fumbled along the side of the bed and eventually found the release for the rail. He popped it down and pulled the sheet down off the boy, eyeing his bare lower body and licking his lips. No one could know; how will they? S’not like he’s gonna tell anyone.

He threw one leg over the side, holding his pants on with one hand as he climbed up to kneel over the defenseless young man in the hospital bed. He felt a pang of what normal people would recognize as guilt; what Murdoc thought was a marijuana aftershock. He shook his head, let his pants drop ‘round his knees, and grabbed Stu’s thighs, hefting them up and hooking his knees over his shoulders, managing to hit himself in the face with a foot in the process.

In a typical Murdoc rage he made a move to thrust forward and in all at once. The only thing that saved D from sudden and probably unexpected pain was Murdoc’s stained and literally cock-blocking wide-fronts. He ‘hmphed’ and glanced around, spotting a tube labeled surgical gel. Leaning over and grabbing it he squeezed a bit out onto the palm of his hand and figured it would do well enough. After shoving his underwear down with his pants and a couple strokes later and he was once again positioning himself above Stuart and pushing softly. Hell, maybe this’ll kick him out of it, bet none of them quacks out there tried? this…

It didn’t take much. The boy was calm and his relaxed muscles were pliant. He wasn’t tight, just warm and soft. Somehow the lack of reaction was just as stimulating as the moans from the skin flick on the telly… sort of like necrophilia, but without the whole disturbing the dead bit. The only reaction he did get was a minor twitch from the stiff length once again in his hand. “Tosser, if you wake up now I’ll beat you ‘til you’re out again…”

Muds bit down on his lip again and set himself a slowly increasing pace. The chemical smell in the room, the rough cotton sheet under them, the nearly unnoticeable pulsing of the bright white light over head, the voices of the nurses just on the other side of the glass wall… it had always reminded Murdoc of a church somehow; hallowed ground or something. This whole act was just so… so right. Of course, that had nothing to do with the fact that he was doing this with… or to… the most engaging and hauntingly beautiful man who’d ever crossed his path; in fact he’d made damned sure not to notice that at all.

Too much stimulation from too many sources all at once. The roughness under his knees, the cool railing cutting into his hip, the sleek wetness against his shaft. He moaned. Loud. “Stuart… get off already… you fucking useless cunt!”

A few more thrusts, his hand working manically, his hips pistoning and he couldn’t hold back any longer. Two hard thrust and a lot of trembling and he released into the kid. Fuck Stu, he probably couldn’t feel half of it anyway. Or so Murdoc thought until his hand was suddenly damp and sticky. He groaned, either sounding turned on or disgusted, not even sure himself of which it was. He pulled out and grabbed the sheet, now hanging off the side of the bed and wiped his hands…

… just as he heard the door slide open.

He managed to toss the sheet and pull his pants up over his arse before the curtain was drawn back and a tall blonde woman shrieked. He turned his head and grinned, chuckling sheepishly and knowing he was going to prison for this; no fucking doubt.

“’Ello missus Pot.”

She looked faint. Then she threw the curtain shut again. Muds continued to make himself presentable (for the soon-to-arrive arresting officers) as he heard the door slide open and slam shut, the glass shaking so violently it should have cracked. “I’ll uh… be back in four to six, tosser. Don’t wait up or noffin’…”

He left. The woman said nothing as he passed her in the hall. He went home, the police never arrived. Nothing was ever spoken of again. All a bit confusing really, but Stu’s mother never did look him in the eyes after that…
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