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Five Finger Death Punch	By : mmarc56 Category: Celebrities - Misc > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1552 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Three: Phone Calls

“Do you wanna talk to me now?” Chris asked Ivan through his cell phone.

“What’s there to talk about?” He responded coolly.

“Well I think there’s a lot to talk about.” There was a pause in which the singer didn’t answer, and Chris went on with a gentler tone of voice, “I wanna see you again, Ivan, and I don’t know what made you upset.”

“Oh you don’t?”

“I don’t!”

“Oh, fuck you, Chris,” he said bitterly, “What about all that ‘I don’t wanna do anything’ bullshit? Huh? Now you’re coming to me like you got some sort of business with me saying shit like ‘I wanna see you again’? Fuck you, Chris, fuck you.” He heard him sigh on the other end of the line and his heart stirred in frustration. “Go ahead and say something, Chris. Make my day.”

“You know, I ain’t gonna keep coming at you trying to apologize if you’re gonna act like this. You can forget it, ‘cause I ain’t your bitch.”

“Oh now you’re trying to apologize, huh?” Ivan sat up straighter in his recliner. “You don’t even know what you did and now you’re trying to apologize. Well I don’t want your freaking empty apologies. The only reason you’d be apologizing is to get something outta me,” his voice rose to prevent any possible interruptions, “and I know that all that ‘not being interested’ bullshit is just that; you’re full of it.”

“I ain’t trying to get shit outta you—!”

“That’s bullshit!” he interjected.

“What, you think I wanna fuck you?” Chris spat, “Don’t flatter yourself! I wouldn’t fuck you from a distance with a nine-foot pole! I just want us to get over this bullshit for the sake of our band.”

“Fuck. You. Chris,” Ivan said slowly and deliberately.

“You know what? Why don’t you go fuck yourself!” the bassist shouted.

“If I wanted to get fucked I’d bend a woman over my bed and ride her ass!”

“Fuck off, you little bitch,” Chris said with finality.

He ended the phone call right as Ivan was telling him, “Why don’t you suck my dick, faggot!” Realizing his comment wasn’t heard made the singer’s fury crescendo and he chucked his phone as hard as he could at his carpeted floor, which caused its case to pop off and sent it sliding towards his television. He screamed and then threw his face into his hands, and after several long minutes his shoulders started to shiver.

He almost cried, but it was more of a whimper that was shallow and quiet and came straight from the sorrow brewing in his heart, but once he was composed after several more tedious minutes of shutting himself up, he walked across the living room, retrieved his phone and its case, and called Chris back.

“What?” The bassist answered sharply.

“I— Hey.”

“What?” he repeated with a more sarcastic, annoyed edge to his voice.

“Chris, I—” Ivan fought himself for a second, but somehow managed to swallow enough of his massive amount of pride to admit, “I’m sorry. Let’s start this conversation over from the beginning.”

“I appreciate the apology, Ivan, but I really don’t wanna deal with you right now,” he replied, miffed and festering in his sour mood.

“Do you wanna make this work or not?” The older man stayed quiet. “You don’t wanna see me anymore? Don’t wanna talk about it face-to-face either?”

There was a very long pause in which the two men listened to each other breathe before Chris said in a hushed voice, “I don’t know what I’d do to you if I saw you right now. You’ve got me all work up.” Ivan felt a vibrating warmth overtake his crotch: there was a sexual underlying tone to the bassist’s voice that made him stir in his recliner.

The whole mood of the phone call changed then and Ivan felt compelled to ask, “What do you wanna do to me?”

“I dunno,” he replied calmly.

The singer’s breathing was growing shallower and shakier and after another heated pause he asked, “Do you want me to come over?”

“I think I do.”

Ivan couldn’t ignore that voice. Hearing Chris speak so low and so erotically made him want nothing more than to obey him, follow his every command – within his own limits.

“Now?”

“Mm-hm.”
He shivered. “A—alright. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
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