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Five Finger Death Punch	By : mmarc56 Category: Celebrities - Misc > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1552 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Five Finger Death Punch or any of its members, this story is a work of fiction, and I made no money writing it.

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Chapter Ten: The Disaster

“You guys are too drunk to drive home,” Jason said, “All of you. I already planned on you guys staying here, so, uh, I’ve got, uh… I’ve got a spare bedroom and, uh… a couch, er… something. You guys wanna stay here?”

“Mm-hm… Are we fucking?” Jason looked at Zoltan with shock at his bluntness. He then smiled sloppily and excused himself by saying, “‘M sorry. I’m just really fucked up.”

“Y—you got a spare bedroom?” Ivan asked.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll take this big guy there with me,” he said with a sideways grin, pointing a finger at Chris.

“Ivan, please…” the bassist laughed nervously.

“I—I wanna watch,” Jeremy spoke suddenly – a little loudly. He was pressing his hands into his lap and chewing his lip with wide eyes focusing shakily on the singer and bassist. They stared at him. “A—are you guys gonna fuck?” He then looked to Jason and Zoltan. “Are you guys gonna fuck? I—I wanna watch someone— I wanna watch you guys have sex – do something.”

“What?” Chris muttered.

“Have you guys ever thought about… well, I don’t wanna be a part of it, I just wanna watch you guys h—have – you know – fuck each other… do anal, er… M—maybe e—even just blow each other or hump. J—just fuck, you know? Fuck around a little…”

There was a pause.

“Are you talking to us?” Ivan gestured between him and his partner.

“Y—yeah,” he answered quietly, “anyone really…”

“We ain’t…”

Jason interjected on his and Zoltan’s behalf. “I don’t think we’re up for that shit, Jeremy… We haven’t even…”

“I—it’s cool,” the drummer said quickly, “Sorry. You were just kissing, and… I—I…”

“Yeah, Jason’s a regular hoebag apparently,” Zoltan said, “You wanna suck a dick tonight Jason?”

Jason swayed on his feet and then sat down cross-legged on the floor as he said, “No, I ain’t a bitch.”

“No, you a bitch, you just ain’t a hoe,” the younger guitarist corrected him, “Is that what you mean?”

“No!”

“So you are a hoe? Then get under this table and get busy,” he laughed as he grabbed himself within the other man’s view. Jason laid back on the floor, uncrossed his legs, and laid spread-eagled without responding. “Yeah—ah, he wants it…”

Ivan began touching Chris inappropriately under the table and asked the older guitarist, “So can we retire to that spare room now?”

Jason, who could see him rubbing Chris through his pants from where he laid on the floor, asked him, “Are you two fucking?”

“N—no…” Chris answered, but Ivan contradicted him.

“Fuck, man, I’m drunk as hell and I don’t care anymore. I’m gonna down another Heineken, probably piss myself, and then I’m gonna fuck the first thing I get my hands on.” He grabbed the bassist with one hand and a beer with the other and broke open the bottle.

“C—can I watch?” Jeremy mumbled.

“No way,” Chris asserted, “I ain’t having that.” Ivan chugged his beer and then stood up clumsily.

“C—come on. I know where the bedroom is.” As the two men stood up together to venture to the spare room, Chris’s erection was briefly very visible to everyone through his pants. Jeremy bit down on his lip and then looked desperately to the other two men.

“Are they really doing it?” Jason questioned with flattened eyebrows.

Zoltan burst out laughing and startled the guitarist and drummer. “Holy shit! We did it Jason! We made them gay! We made them kiss for the first time and now they’re totally gay! Ha-ha!” He hit his hands on the table. “We gotta see if they really do it. There’s no way they’d ever truly be drunk enough to fuck.” He continued to laugh and then stood up so quickly he fell over. As he tried to get up, though, he barfed as he laid there all over his face, moaned, and then presumably passed out.

“Zoltan?” Jeremy called to him. They waited for a response and upon not receiving one, the drummer looked hopefully to the guitarist. “Can we do it,” he asked, “C—can we go see if they fuck?”

Jason wanted nothing more than to see that so he nodded and the two men stumbled as quietly as they could up the stairs. The universe must have been on their side because Ivan and Chris had left the bedroom door ajar just enough for their bandmates to discreetly, yet awkwardly peek through and see at least little of what was happening at a time depending on which way they leaned.

Chris was sitting on the bed and Ivan was standing in front of him, removing his shirt with difficulty. After the shirt was off he said, “Wait,” and held a finger up. He stood still a while until a wet spot began soaking through his jeans, making Jeremy’s dick jump. The spot expanded quicker and quicker and streaks began running down the legs, and Ivan rolled his hips subtly as the hot liquid poured out of him. He squeezed his dick through the denim, making skin contact with the urine, as the last of his bladder emptied. He sighed and tugged his dick, and then pressed the wet fabric into his thighs, bending over as if the pleasure of pissing himself was so great he couldn’t stand without fidgeting in his soiled clothes.

Chris sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose with both hands as if he couldn’t take it either. He beckoned for Ivan to approach him and when he did he undid his dirty jeans and removed his cock. He stroked it and the singer mumbled for him to suck it, but he wasn’t ready.

“Come on,” he whispered, “We’ll trade blows, I promise. Just don’t think about it.” The bassist shook his head, pulled his pants off of him, and attempted to sit him in his lap, but Ivan wasn’t having that. As he pulled away he fell into the bed beside him and the two men awkwardly pushed themselves completely onto the bed and into comfortable positions. They took to kissing and groping each other because it was something they knew and something they were okay with at this point.

“He fucking pissed himself,” Jeremy said to Jason so quietly it was almost as if he was just mouthing the words. He was grabbing himself desperately through his pants, unable to satisfy himself; his sexual frustration was killing him.

The singer began tugging the bassist’s clothes off of him, and once they were both down to their underwear (Ivan’s damp and stained), they started their tired fight for control. Chris quickly gave into the younger man, however, and let him pin him down and yank off his boxers. Ivan then set his feet on the floor, crouched down, and got in real close to Chris’s cock. The older man ready himself for the blowjob he was sure he was about to receive, but then his legs were raised up slightly, his penis was held out of the way in the other man’s palm, and his asshole was touched with the tip of a moist tongue.

He gasped and tried to pull away, but he quickly realized how great, yet foreign and somewhat wrong, it felt. Ivan used a finger to tease his hole along with his tongue, and Chris sighed and groaned as it happened, incapable due to his drunkenness to feel ashamed. When the singer came up he said, “I love eating ass. Pussy, too,” and the bassist nodded with an unintentionally contorted expression on his face. “Especially pussy.”

He climbed on top of him and kissed him and the older man felt completely numb beneath him. He tangled his fingers through his dreadlocks and asked him, “You wanna get fucked?” Chris smiled and shook his head. “Come on, baby… Don’t you wanna feel this thick cock inside that tight little ass of yours?” Jeremy suppressed a groan and crossed his legs as he leaned into Jason for support and Jason stuck his hands down his waistband and began touching himself.

“R—ride me,” the bassist mumbled, “You’re already on top, so take off those boxers and ride me.” Ivan stared at him blankly, and then sat down in his wet underwear on top of the older man’s pelvis. Chris could feel the wetness soak through both layers of fabric and he pulled at his partners boxers to hint that he still wanted them off. When Ivan obliged and pulled off his underwear, the bassist did the same and then they once again connected their bodies when the younger man sat down again. “G—grind me…”

Ivan smiled and said, “I’ll grind you, but you’re not getting inside me.” He then gracelessly started to move his hips back and forth so that his ass and genitals applied pressure to his cock, and the bassist grabbed him by the hips to redistribute his weight.

“Don’t crush me…” he mumbled and Ivan fumbled a bit repositioning his legs so he wasn’t completely sitting with all his weight on the other man’s crotch. It was artless and embarrassing. Both men were far too drunk and amateurs to pleasuring the male body on this level, but their audience was also far too drunk and therefore jerked themselves off to the live, amateur porn taking place before them. Jeremy had given into his body and removed his dick from his pants, hoping for a quick release, and seeing that there was no shame Jason followed suit.

Chris signaled for the singer to lift himself up some and then straightened his dick and lined it up with his asshole. Feeling the initial pressure of penetration scared Ivan off and he laid down partly on top of the older man and partly on the bed.

“Dude, don’t!”

Chris shushed him and said, “Relax.”

“No, I can’t, ah—” Ivan’s stomach jerked and he hurried to the side of the bed to vomit on the floor. Jeremy and Jason stopped masturbating.

The bassist sat up some, touched his back, and said with alarm, “Are you alright?” Ivan moaned and laid back down in the bed. Chris laid next to him and rubbed his bare back with an open palm for several long seconds as the drummer and guitarist watched from the doorway. Eventually they assumed Ivan had passed out and the older man laid down in the same position as him on his stomach and draped an arm over his back. They laid there naked, asses clearly visible to the world, and finally Jason looked away from them and to Jeremy.

“He pissed and barfed on my floor,” he whispered.

“Hold on. One sec,” Jeremy grunted, a hand supporting his crouched form on the door frame as the other finished himself off. Jason had given up on his erection at first, but as he turned his head away he contemplated copying the drummer. Eventually they both finished off their boners with less than satisfying ejaculations onto the walls, and then they sat there, dizzy with alcohol, until Jeremy said, “I’m ashamed. I’m ashamed and I’m not even sober yet.” Jason nodded in agreement.

“Let’s go… go… somewhere to, uh, lay down…” The two men stood themselves up with much difficulty, completely relying on the walls for assistance, and lumbered to the guitarist’s bedroom where they laid down together on opposite sides of the bed.

That was a disaster – everything.
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