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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 Nineteen: Crab Cake

Chris Kael and Ivan Moody adored sleeping with each other. The bed felt too lonely without their partner there, their arms too empty without them to hold. Chris laid down in the crook of Ivan’s arm with his face in his neck. He could feel his heart beat, soft yet prominent, like the doughy hotel blankets and pillows. Throughout the night they stirred but did not release each other, and most of the twilight was spent with Ivan as Chris’s big spoon. As the morning neared their positions swapped, however, and Chris held his lover in his muscular arms. Ivan awoke before him and turned over so his face laid against the padding of his dreadlocked beard, and then woke him up by whispering his name. The older man groaned, sighed, and stretched as he opened his eyes and adjusted to the daylight streaming through the cracks in the thick hotel curtains. Before either of them could stand up and wake up completely, Ivan pressed a loving kiss against his lips.

“Good morning, big guy.”

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he responded.

Ivan radiated good vibes all morning. The two men’s moods were upbeat and positive from their night before as they boarded their bus for their next performance, but the guitarists’ moods were distant and introverted. Jeremy had spent far too much time getting ready in the morning and after be teased by Chris for it he spent breakfast pouting, so the bassist and singer were the only happy ones out of the five. Jason’s frame of mind curiously began to brighten, however, though Zoltan’s did not, and like a scale as he became more elated Ivan became grumpier until he had pulled back inside of himself and the guitarist replaced his spot by Chris’s side.

There didn’t seem to be any reason to feel the jealousy he was feeling until Jason laughed at something the bassist said and touched his arm tenderly. Ivan’s icy blue eyes sharpened and after several long seconds of letting his anger well up in his heart he caught Zoltan watching them with the same expression he wore on his own face. It appeared much harsher, though, as if there had been prior hostility to Jason hanging around Ivan’s lover.

Chris smiled at Ivan, but never being one to fake his emotions he did not smile back. The friendly expression faded from the older man’s countenance as he read the bitterness festering like maggots under his partner’s face, but Jason spoke to him, reeling him back into conversation, and he smiled at him instead. Ivan’s heart punched his rib cage with a violent fist and he locked eyes with Zoltan sitting on the other side of the tour bus. They were both very clear with each other nonverbally about their unjustified disapproval with the bassist and guitarist.

That day, Ivan easily released the enmity sloshing around with the blood in his heart through his lyrics during their concert, and afterwards he felt relieved. He was ready to embrace his bassist in privacy backstage, hug him and kiss him some – just love on him a little – but when the five men left the stage, Jason quickly joined Chris’s side again. Ivan’s fingers twitched and he felt ready to assert his dominance to the guitarist and reclaim Chris as his and his only, but before he could decide if his rage was truly justified Zoltan removed Jason from his hip. He took notice of how the older guitarist left with him with mild resistance and unwillingness, but once Chris was free from the distraction of his bandmate he returned cheerily to his partner.

He glanced over his shoulder at Jeremy who was sitting down, distracted by his cell phone, and then approached Ivan and wrapped his arm around his shoulder. “Hey baby,” he said, “What’s going on with you? You’ve looked upset almost all day.” Ivan didn’t remove himself from under his arm like he considered, but he made sure to silently let Chris know that he was not happy with him by remaining quiet. He didn’t take much prompting to talk, however, when Chris squeezed him tighter and stopped walking. “Baby… Why are you upset?”

“What have you spent all day talking to Jason about?” he asked with animosity.

“What? I dunno… Little of everything, I guess. Is that why you’re upset?”

“You’ve hardly spoken to me all day!” Ivan snapped, cutting him down with a sharp glare, “and he’s hanging all over you like he’s got some kind of business with you!”

“Ivan, it’s Jason we’re talking about—” he started with exaggerated disbelief before he was interrupted.

“I’m not jealous!” Ivan claimed, “You just haven’t talked to me all day!”

“I’ve talked to you!”

The younger man walked away and plopped himself down on a leather couch seated beneath a large canvas painting hanging on the cream-colored wall. Chris exhaled and joined him. “Come on,” he said, sitting beside him and running his palm over his shaved head. “Why are you so crabby, crab cake?” He rubbed Ivan’s goatee affectionately in between the thumb and index finger of his other hand, which made him give a little. The singer gave into the tender petting he received and leaned into Chris’s body. He was kissed on the stubble of his head and pulled in snugly.

“I dunno,” he mumbled.

“You just need a little attention?” he asked sensitively. Ivan chuckled. He began twisting the older man’s beard dreads in between his fingers as his head was stroked once more and relaxed under the influence of his companion’s loving touch. The desire – the almost physical need – to say those forbidden three words presented itself inside his heart again and it hurt him inside. He believed Chris knew he was loved, but no matter how confident he was in this he was always plagued by a shadow of doubt. Little did he know, Chris felt the same.

It wasn’t long, however, until Jason reappeared in the room with Zoltan lumbering distantly in his wake, a sour expression permanently fixed on his face. Jason looked happy enough with the fact that Zoltan had failed in successfully occupying him, but upon seeing him Ivan’s face twisted into a crotchety expression and Chris’s dropped.

“Hey, lovebirds,” the pompous guitarist said as he approached them. “What are you all doing?”

“Looking for everlasting peace,” Ivan mumbled crossly.

“Excuse me?”

“Beat it,” he said louder.

“Whoa—” he started but Chris spoke up.

“Do you need something, Jason?” he asked.

“Hey, come on. Why are you all acting so cold?”

“Didn’t you hear them?” Zoltan said from behind him, “They said ‘beat it’.” Jason acknowledged him coldly with the faintest glance over his shoulder.

“We’re just looking to spend a little alone time together,” Chris said, “Hang out for a bit – relax.” His inflection on the last word suggested that he was asking if Jason would be willing to let them do this.

“You all already spent a lot of time together last night,” he commented, a cruddy smile painting itself on his face, “Zoltan and I heard everything.”

Ivan immediately jumped to the defensive. “Oh yeah? I bet you heard that while you had Zoltan’s cock in your mouth, didn’t you?!” He stood up to confront the older man, who stepped down. “You know how I know that?” He tapped his knuckles against Jason’s chest. “‘Cause you’re a little whore!”

“I wasn’t doing shit last night! Not like you were!”

“Yeah he was,” Zoltan commented. The older guitarist spun around and stared at him with wide eyes as he continued with, “Jason gives fantastic head. He swallows too.” Zoltan stared past him at Ivan with steely eyes and motionless features.

Jason was speechless and Chris sat on the couch watching the confrontation with his mouth slightly agape. “Oh does he?” Ivan’s face broke out in a cocky smile and he slid his eyes over to look at the dumbfounded guitarist. “Well that explains what you’ve been doing hanging around Chris all day. Have you been trying to add to your cock-sucking track record?”

Jason’s words stammered to life. “Th—that d—didn’t happen!” His eyes shot angrily at Zoltan. “I never gave you head! I’ve never given anyone head!”

“Oh, like they’re gonna believe that, you little slut?” Zoltan said.

“What’s your PROBLEM?!” The older guitarist exploded with rage and jumped on the younger man. They immediately began punching, hitting, and grabbing each other roughly until Chris and Ivan stepped in. Chris grabbed Zoltan and Ivan took hold of Jason and they pried them apart as they continued to kick at the air desperately trying to land any final hits they could. Jason had pulled Zoltan dreads and they laid disheveled over his face and every inch of his own skin burned red with fury. From down the hall Jeremy sped-walked in to see what the commotion was.

“What’s going on in here?” He exclaimed, observing the four men’s positions.

“ZOTLAN’S A LYING LITTLE CUNT!”

“AND JASON’S A FUCKING WHORE!”

“Cut it and shut it!” Chris shouted at the both of them. He allowed Zoltan to pull himself free and walk away, and Ivan released his opponent as well.

“YOU’RE A LIAR AND YOU KNOW IT!” He shouted, stomping closer to the other man, causing Ivan to prepare himself to restrain him again.

“OH, LIKE YOU’RE NOT TRYING TO SUCK CHRIS’S COCK? YOU’VE SPENT ALL DAY BUTTERING HIM UP!”

“WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!” He yelled with space in between his words. “Are you upset that I’m not sucking your cock?! Is that what you want, Zoltan?”

“You wanna go again, motherfucker?”

“Oh yeah, come get some!” They went at each other again, but Chris put himself in the way and Ivan pulled him back again.

“What did I miss?” Jeremy asked loudly.

“Look,” Ivan said, joining Chris in the space between them, “We may be bandmates, but we ain’t gotta straighten out each other problems like this. You two need to clean up whatever bad blood you got going on here and learn to live with each other again, okay?! We can’t be having this bullshit going on, but as far as I’m concerned it ain’t Chris’s problem, it ain’t my problem, and it ain’t Jeremy’s problem either. Y’all need to have an adult conversation or something and then leave one another alone.”

Ivan interlocked his fingers with Chris’s and led him away towards Jeremy to coax him to follow them out. Jeremy joined them, leaving the guitarists alone to do whatever damage they pleased to each other, and repeatedly asked them to explain what had happened the whole time they walked out together.

Once alone, Zoltan stared knives into Jason and Jason stared them back.
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