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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 Thirty-Seven: Weight Beneath My Sin

“I don’t know what you see in them anyways,” Jeremy said, and then he filled his mouth with pork rinds. They crunched in his mouth loudly as Jason sat there silently. “I mean,” he went on through the mouthful, “what happened to having girlfriend? You haven’t had a girlfriend in forever, but that doesn’t mean you have to be gay. You aren’t that ugly; I’m sure you’ll find love eventually.”

Jason shuffled in his seat and mumbled, “You haven’t had a girlfriend in a while either.” A new mouthful of rinds crunched once and then Jeremy gave the guitarist a dirty look. “And this isn’t about love.”

He waited for the drummer to finish chewing and respond.

“Well, what’s it about then? Sex?”

“I dunno… Maybe.” He shoved his hand into his snack bag and took a couple pork rinds. “I guess it might be more about attention, but I dunno…” He put the food in his mouth and looked away.

“Attention?”

He swallowed and then said, “I’m not expecting you to understand because I don’t even understand it. In fact, I don’t even know why I’m talking to you about this.”

“Because I’m the only neutral party who knows about your gross secret,” Jeremy replied. He emptied the pork dust into his mouth.

“I can get attention from Zoltan, though,” Jason said, more to himself than to the drummer, “So I don’t know why I want it from Chris and Ivan.”

“But Zoltan’s ugly as hell,” Jeremy said. Suddenly it looked as if something incredible dawned on him. “Wait! You and Zoltan both look like shit! You’re perfect for each other! Besides, he wants your dick anyways, doesn’t he?”

“Jeremy, it looks like your face was steamrolled by Uncle Elmer,” he said, smiling at his own insult, “so shut it.”

Jeremy’s whole expression dropped and Jason knew he was about to be struck by a bitch-storm. “Oh, I’m ugly, huh? You’ve got no room to talk. You see this face?” he referenced his whole face dramatically with his hand.

“God, don’t be so sensitive…” Jason started, but the drummer’s voice rose over his.

“This face gets ladies! Your face makes women scream and run. And I know I don’t have a girlfriend right now, but I just got out of a relationship a couple weeks ago, so you don’t have the right to say anything about me not having a girlfriend. You, however, never have a girlfriend because you’re bad with women and that’s why you’re gay now. But guess what? I don’t wanna fuck you because I’m not worried about never having another girlfriend again because my dick isn’t small like yours even if someone told you otherwise; it’s not true. I’m very attractive, I’m very good with women, and I’m amazing in bed, so you can just keep dreaming about being as good as me. Don’t be saying things you know aren’t true and hating me because you’re a jealous little bitch. Okay, Hook?”

“Wait,” Jason held up his hands, “You think I wanna fuck you?”

“Hell yeah! That’s all gay men ever wanna do! They just wanna fuck every hot guy like me that they come across!”

“Hold on a damn second!” The guitarist felt a furnace of rage in his heart ignite and burn intensely.

“Why else would you come to me? Are you trying to hint at something like I should be the one to give you pity sex because no one else wants to fuck your ugly ass?!”

“I wouldn’t fuck you if—!”

“I’ve seen you whore yourself out to everyone in our band before at your house that night you and Zoltan made Chris and Ivan fuck! AND JUST BECAUSE I WATCHED IT TOO DOESN’T MAKE ME GAY, SO KEEP DREAMING!”

“I’M ABOUT TO KNOCK YOUR ASS OUT JEREMY!”

“Oh, what? Are you upset that I’m laying the truth on you? The truth that Chris and Ivan don’t want to fuck you because you’re ugly and desperate? You can’t even make being famous work for you to get women, so what did you honestly expect? That being a gay prostitute was gonna be any different? Someone had to tell you, Jason, and, I mean, if you weren’t trying to get laid here, isn’t this what you wanted to talk about?”

Jason jumped to his feet and pulled the drummer up by his collar. “YOU’RE A FUCKING BITCH, JEREMY! I AIN’T A FUCKING FAGGOT AND I WOULDN’T FUCK YOUR PUSSY ASS IF IT WAS THE LAST AVAILABLE ORIFICE ON THE PLANET!” He knocked him square in the jaw with a violent punch and held him up to hit him even harder a second time. He shook him and screamed, “WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO BITCH? WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR BITCH ASS GONNA DO?” Jeremy tried pathetically to fight back and pull away, but Jason overpowered him and threw him to ground. He straddled him and hit him repeatedly in the face. “Oh, no!” He said mockingly, “I’m fucking up your beautiful face!” He hit him again and Jeremy screamed at him. “WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT!”

Unable to fight back at all in his position, Jeremy shouted, “Help!” as the guitarist beat him up. He grabbed his collar again and shook him so his head slammed against the floor. A voice in Jason’s head warned him of how much trouble he could get in for doing this, but all of his anger towards the bitchy drummer was fueled by something much deeper, something like denied self-hatred that he had been brutally reminded of, and when he pounded his face in he was really doing it to himself. Every punch broke his spirit more and more until he could no longer continue and tears were streaming down his face. It was only then, through the tears, that he could see the damage he had done to his bandmate.

He held his fists up and saw the red staining them through his blurry eyes. Jeremy was destroyed. His face was bloody and bruised and Jason could’ve sworn he was watching it swell. “Help…” the drummer mumbled through his fat lips. His body was shaking some beneath the guitarist and tears were rimming his eyes. Even broken as he was, Jason could still read the anger printed across his bruised face.
Jason stood up, a million thoughts rushing through his head. He was mortified by what he had done and disgusted with himself. The band was going to kick his ass. Every part of his mind screamed for him to apologize profusely and assist the drummer, but his legs carried him away and he fled the scene.
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