Five Finger Death Punch | By : mmarc56 Category: Celebrities - Misc > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1555 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter Nine: Alcohol
“Are you ready for tonight?” Zoltan whispered to Jason as they packed up their guitars after band practice. The others weren’t listening, but Jason still glanced around nervously.
“It’s just another night—” he tried to say but he was cut off.
“Chris and Ivan, you and I – alcohol,” he said with a dirty smile. He nudged him. “How’s that sound?”
“It’s just another night. It’s not even really a party-party,” Jason mumbled. He stood up with his guitar case and Zoltan glanced around at their unaware bandmates, “It’s just for fun – hanging out, you know.”
“But alcohol,” the younger guitarist said so quietly it was almost inaudible as he stood up, “Chris, Ivan. You, me.”
“Jeremy?”
“What?” he replied shortly.
Jason made a face at him as he shook his head, and then walked away, slapping Jeremy on the shoulder as he walked by, saying, “See you all tonight – my place.” His bandmates said goodbye, but Zoltan just stood there in numb disbelief.
“He’s just acting…” he said to himself under his breath, “Pretending he doesn’t care…”
Getting drunk later that night was a slow process, and tension was unnaturally and unexplainably high between all of them. Nevertheless they joked around and played poker and drowned their uneasiness in liquor. Ivan and Jason were slamming beers and Jeremy commented on it.
“You guys wanna slow down and wait for us to catch up? You’re gonna drink the whole stash before we get any more.”
Ivan burped and put his head on the table and Zoltan giggled drunkenly at him.
“How you holding up there, Ivan?” he asked.
“Still living,” he mumbled into the tabletop. Chris patted the singer on the back and Jason stirred in his seat. Zoltan eyed him with a small smile upon catching his movement and put his hand on his leg under the table. The guitarist’s eyes grew wide but he didn’t dare push it off with the fear someone would notice.
Soon reality became fuzzy and Jason leaned into Zoltan like Ivan and Chris leaned into each other. They were ripe to manipulate, and Jason leaned forward into the table.
“You two look awfully comfortable with each other,” he slurred. The singer and bassist laughed and put their arms on their partners back.
“You don’t even know…” Chris murmured. Zoltan raised his eyebrows.
“Oh, don’t we?” he said, “I think we do,” he put on a naughty smile, “we saw you two almost kiss, remember? I—I think you wanted to do it. You two were just scared.” Jeremy, stupidly drunk, started to play along and made chicken noises, which Jason picked up on as well. “You’re just scared,” the guitarist reiterated.
“Get off it,” Ivan said with a smile and a wave of his hand. Chris squeezed him in his arm and started failing to down the rest of his glass. His hands shook like he had Parkinson’s and the liquid spilled down his beard and soaked his shirt.
“You all are gay,” Jeremy guffawed, “All of you! You too!” He pointed at the band’s guitarists sitting a little too close to each other.
“Ho—oh, no we ain’t.” Jason shook his head and smiled dumbly. “We don’t kiss men.” The corners of the younger guitarist’s mouth twitched. “Ivan and Chris are the gay ones.” He directed his comments at them. “You guys just wanna kiss and touch one another, don’t you? Make out, touch each other, do a little bit of this,” he formed a circle with one of his hands and moved it in front of his mouth like he was sucking an invisible dick, using his tongue in his cheek to look like the tip poking the inside of his mouth. “Yeah—ah—ah,” he laughed.
“Fuck no,” Ivan mumbled with a grin as he looked at his lap and then Chris’s lap.
“Just kiss him already,” Zoltan prodded further, “You two look gayer now than ever. Just get it over with. We know you wanna do it, so just do it. We won’t laugh,” he promised.
“No,” the singer moaned throwing his head back.
“You don’t want to?” Chris mumbled into his ear.
“No…”
“What are you guys saying?” Jeremy asked loudly. “You guys want to! They wanna do it!”
“They’re discussing it!” Jason agreed.
“Ah, shut up!” Chris told them.
“Do it! Come on!” Zoltan wooed. Their bandmates started chanting “Do it” until Ivan spoke up.
“Alright, alright! But you gotta do it, too. I wanna see you kiss your boyfriend there,” he said, pointing at Jason.
He became excited and looked at Zoltan with hopeful eyes. The other man didn’t look completely ready to agree to that – he looked a little disgusted, honestly – but Jason spoke up for them and said, “Fine. Babies.” Zoltan was suddenly alarmed, but when he turned to express this to his partner his personal space was invaded. Jason kissed him deeply on the mouth and the other men at the table screamed out with shock. Chris slammed a hand on the table in disbelief and Jeremy threw his cards.
Jason broke the kiss dramatically, spat on the table for no reason, and jabbed a finger at the singer and bassist while Zoltan sat like a statue in surprise. “Now you gotta do it! I wanna see it good!”
Ivan and Chris struggled to compose themselves, but then nodded in agreement. The younger guitarist’s stupefied state was broken and he looked on with intrigue as the other men leaned into each other.
There was a fuzziness to reality now and the events were indisputably cloudy, but he could feel the bassist leaning into him, his mouth so close to his, and this time reality became an all too familiar dream. Chris kissed him in front of their band and Ivan felt at home in his beard, relished the way it scratched his face, loved the way he could put his hands in it and suck on his moustache. He had never kissed him so good before. Ivan put his hands on his face and held him there as they circled their tongues and repeatedly separated and joined their lips. This couldn’t end any time soon: it was perfect – so perfect the sounds of their friends died down and the musical feeling of love overtook their minds.
Ivan lowered his hands so his fingers were interlocked and his forearms rested on his shoulders and gave him a few final, kisses without tongue. They came back to the real world when their mouths disconnected, but did not hear their band.
Their band stared at them, mouths agape, until Zoltan mumbled, “Wow…”
Jason stood up then, walked around the table, leaned over Ivan, and grabbed the bassist by his shirt collar and dreads. He pulled him in and kissed him hard, but was not kissed back. Everyone was astounded and dumbstruck. When he tried to kiss him again, Chris was prepared and pushed away from him, but as Jason was about to speak, Ivan grabbed his shirt and stood up to confront him.
“What the hell are you—?”
Jason kissed him. He grabbed him by the sides of his shaven head and pressed his lips against his stubbly mouth. Ivan’s eyes grew wide and he continued to hold onto his collar until the kiss was broken and they stepped away from each other.
“Was he yours?” He asked, pointing behind the singer at Chris. “‘Cause I’m sorry,” he changed his mind, “but not really.”
Ivan swayed some where he stood before he sneered and spat on Jason’s shoes, and then sat down next to his secret lover once more. The guitarist stood there for a second before he turned back to Zoltan for approval, but Zoltan just stared at him at a loss for words.While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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