Not So Secret | By : Kikoughela Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Murderdolls Views: 2407 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Murderdolls. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Standard Disclaimer: I don't own the Murderdolls and this never happened.
A/N: It's very hard to update a story that has no plot. I really don't know where this *thing* is going. Any suggestions would be taken into consideration. Sorry it's so short. Thanks for everyone's great reviews!
~*~
Acey stood at the door for a long while, his initial shock waning as he observed his friends, both of whom had frozen in horror. It did not take a shrewd eye to discern what activities had been occurring, and Acey was not fool enough to mistake Wednesday and Joey’s position to be a friendly fight-turned-wrestling match. What made the scene blatantly obvious was the apparent bulge in Joey’s sweatpants, and Wednesday hovering between the guitarist’s spread legs.
“I’ll just, uh, go wait for Eric and Ghoul -er- outside.” Acey stumbled backwards through the open door, slamming it shut as he receded into the frosty air.
Wednesday collapsed on Joey with a laugh. “Shit.”
“What do you mean shit? FUCK!”
Wednesday rolled on to his side, relieving the guitarist of his scant weight. He laughed again, this time ruffling Joey’s hair and kissing his cheek. “You’re cute.”
“Fuck you man; now Acey is going to tell Eric and Ghoul! The band will be fucking finished.”
“Like they’ll give a shit. Acey’ll get over it, trust me. And it’s not like Eric and Ghoul could object.”
Joey sat up and glowered at Wednesday, who gave him a patronizing grin. “Why?”
“Don’t tell me you haven’t picked up on it?”
Joey shook his head and near growled as his almost-lover roared in laughter.
“They’re together!”
“As in, a bit more than friends?”
“Fuck yeh, a fuck of a lot more.” Observing Joey’s overly shocked expression, Wednesday again collapsed into giggles, clutching his sides and nuzzling Joey’s hair. “You’re too much.” The vocalist rose from the couch and proceeded to the bus’s less than adequate kin, an, and all the while a soft chuckle emitted from his painted lips.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Joey propped himself up hastily on his elbows, eyes following Wednesday’s fluctuating hips and ass that were squeezed delightfully into his tight vinyl pants. Although the guitarist’s erection had somewhat diminished, his body was still in the irritating state of arousal that could only be mitigated by his climax. Nearly growling in discomfort laced delicately with disgust, he rose swiftly from the couch, and stalked behind Wednesday into the kitchenette.
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.
All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.
Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!
Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo