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I'm not, I'm not a Whore	By : Darcie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Korn Views: 2099 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Korn. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 3 (Head/Munky of KoRn)
Brian, in his green plaid boxers, was laying partly atop his best friend, bandmate, and lover. His light brown hair, still in braids, tickled James’s stomach as Brian’s feathery kisses traveled lower, further south on , well, in his eyes, the satyr’s body. The lower his lips and teeth grazed, the more erect James became, the sweatier the two became and clung to the black leather couch of the band’s tour bus sitting alone in some grand hotel’s parking lot.
Flickering his tongue over the tip of the sweat coated penis, Brian grinned inwardly as James’s stifled moans penetrated his ear and sounded ever so beautiful. He glanced upward to see James’s gorgeous guitarist hands entangled in his dark/light brown dreds, his almond eyes closed tightly and slight wrinkles at the corners of those untamed eyes.
Closing his own eyes, his mouth lowered to fully engulf his lover’s erection. It seemed to harden even more as stormy mother nature battered the bus, illuminating the living room of the bus in a mysterious golden glow for a second at a time. The mood was set and the two hard rockers were lost in the wild pure ure of being with each other. Brian was so close to exploding in his boxers by hearing each animalistic cry his James made each time his mouth swallowed the organ. James rambled incoherent word after incoherent word but he couldn’t possibly hear them over the pounding forces outside their haven. He couldn’t possibly hear them over his own drastic panting. His chest heaved up and down, sucking in oxygen and releasing it just as quickly and he then felt a hand sneaking up, the fingers digging into his side.
Cool air nipped his dick every time the warm cavern was lifted away. After several seconds of it being away and not returning, James, slightly panicky and confused, opened his eyes to search for his lover but he found him almost immediately, removing the confining underwear. Grinning widely, James welcomed the weight of Brian atop his body and resting between his legs. Sighing, his mouth was invaded my Brian’s demanding tongue, stroking along his own tongue, teeth and cheeks.
Suddenly, a pounding began at the door of the bus. Brian stopped his assault on James’s mouth abruptly as his ears perked, concentrating on the insistent banging. He rose slowly, placing a finger over James’s lips as if to say “shhhh”. James only nodded and laid as silently as he could. His breathing rate increasing as he watched Brian tip toe away. The violent storm raged on. The rain and wind raising to decibels that would drown out the thing disturbing the peace inside their mobile home.
The banging would come three or four at a time, pause and repeat again. Brian neared the door as it continued its rhythm. He clicked on a small lamp and the flourescent light stung his eyes. As he raised a hand to cover half of his eyes, the bashing stilled and a cry could be distinguished in the tempestuous night.
“What the hell is out there, Head?” James was cautiously drawing near. A pair of black Adidas sweat pants adorned his body, the top half still slightly sweaty from earlier excitements. Brian placed his hand on the knob to open the door. “There’s only one way to find out.” With a push of his hand, the door opened.
There in the rain at the bottom of the steps kneeled Jonathon, mumbling, his hands embedded in his wet, tousled hair. As Brian bent down to aide his friend, it appeared Jon was actually pulling strands of hair out. One after another fell loose in his hands and washed away. “Jon, what the fuck are you doing out here! Stop that!” Brian stepped off the bus, kneeled down and gripped the upper portion of Jon’s body. He half dragged the sobbing man onto the bus and let him collapse onto the couch, that was being used to support the new lovers just minutes before.
James quietly stood against the wall opposite of Jon. He obscurely glanced over Jon’s form, just laying there helplessly, knees now drawn against his chest, tears gliding down his cheeks. Jon was breaking down again. Such a disturbing and intolerable childhood still haunted the man and how beautiful a man he was as well.
Rambling, Brian entered the room again with a warm towel to place on Jon’s forehead. As he did so he took notice of Jon’s mouth. There was a light shaky voice escaping that mouth and in the form of a song. Brian turned his back to Jon and walked up to James, still flat against that wall. “It’s ok. He’ll be ok. I’m sure he just had a rough fucked up day off. We all get them. He’s just a little more sensitive. Ready to go to bed, Munky?” Brian winked.
Gulping, James nodded ‘no’. “I want to stay a few minutes longer to watch him.” As Brian leaned forward, James caught Jon’s gaze, his eyes wide open, his body sitting erect against the back of the couch. His breath quickened but Brian didn’t notice it as his lips covered James’s for a good night kiss. Jon’s lips curved upward in a twisted smile.
The singer opened his mouth and began to sing. “All this time I’ve been waiting, no I cannot grieve anymore”. That raspy tenor floated eerily through the bus. He watched Brian’s lips leave James’s and turn to face him. His look was puzzled and puzzled he would be no longer. “What did you just say?” Brian leaned his head to right as an eyebrow lifted curiously. Jon stood angrily. “I fucking said I cant take anymore!” His chest heaved, his eyes psychotic. “What cant you take anymore of? This!” Brian waved his arms around wildly. “Being in a band, touring, the pressure?”
Instead of answering, Jon just left, stomping towards the back of the bus. Item after item could be heard crashing to the floor. Drawers lay in the path of Brian as he pursued, screaming while he did so. “Answer me dammit!”
“I don’t have to fucking answer to any of your questions! Just fuck James all you want!” More items littered the carpet.
“Just fuck him? Is this what it’s about? You don’t like two guys being together?”
James had been too quiet up to that point as he slouched against that same wall, tears staining his face continuously. “It’s more than that, Head! A lore ore than that!” He barged into the back room almost running into Jon as he rampaged through the bus again. Brian’s jaw was clenched tight. “What more is there, James?” Brian’s eyes couldn’t be any greener with fury and soon would be jealousy.
Choking on the remaining sobs, James spit it out. “Jon and I have been fuck buddies for years now. Just fucking. That’s all it was. I swear. I love you, Brian. I swear I do.” Enraged, Jon marched up to James, who began backing against a wall again. “I love you, James!”
“No you don’t!” James screamed. “You love Jay for fucks sake. Jay and Darren and any other whore you come across with a pretty face. You’re a fucking whore, Jon!” “You cannot say things like that to me!” Jon raised his hands to his hair, pulling it out once again but this time, there was a handheld gun in his right hand. “No, No, I wont let you say things like that to me!”
Brian stood motionless behind Jon. His mind jumbled and he desperately struggled to find the words that Jon would allow him to say. Sighing, Brian raised his left hand to gently rest on his friend’s shoulder but Jon sensed the motion and spun suddenly to point the gun at Brian’s chest. Through grinding teeth, Jon spoke. “Im not, Im not a whore.” The shiny metal caught James’s eye. It was too bright to handle and he closed his eyes, praying this was all a dream. His eyes would remain closed til the predicament ended.
Looking into Jon’s wild brown eyes, Brian searched for an answer, any answer but none came to mind. All he found were simple words repeated to any suicidal soul. “It’ll be ok. It doesn’t have to end like this.” He gulped. .
Whispering softly, Jon spoke. “You’ve taken everything and no, I cannot give anymore.” Brian’s eyelids fell til his eyes were only little slits. “Who’s “you”, Jon?”
langlanguidly moved to the center of the small room. A smile appeared on his lips. It was such a frightening vision that Brian turned his head, his eyes slipping closed. Without the sense of sight, he could pick up the light prayer James was repeating on the other side of the monster that had inhabited their Jonathon.
“‘You’ is everyone that has contradicted me, convicted me, deceived me and I cant take anymore.” The gun was now pointing to his right temple. “Just one thing, guys.” Brian swallowed hard. “Yes?”
“Please don’t sing “Hey man, Nice shot’ when I’m through?” He laughed oddly. “Alright.” Brian prepared his brain for what was to occur next as James prayed on. The trigger was pulled, but no shot went off. The End
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