Drummers Do It With Rhythm | By : Susiebeeca Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Gorillaz Views: 2071 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Russ was frantically pacing back and forth in the upstairs bedroom. Ten years. He couldn't believe it. Memories came flooding into him in bursts, images of the two of them together, the inadvertent touches, sidelong looks, every little thing that should have tipped him off before it was too late—
Too late. Could ghosts have sex? Russ shook the image out of his head. He was not going
to lose himself to that kind of thinking.
But after awhile, he couldn't help himself. He hadn't seen Del change his clothes since he died—he wondered if they were removable at all, or if they were permanently fused into his body.
Removable. Removing Del's clothes.
Stop it! he told himself harshly, and put a hand up to his face. Ever since the ghost had taken up living in his head, Russ had made a point of shooing him away whenever his own sex life was concerned. He couldn't stand the thought of someone watching him while he was going at it, let alone Del. The one time he'd forgotten to ensure his privacy, Del had kept up a running commentary throughout the night and then given him a sarcastic slow-motion replay the
following morning.
The memories of the night eight years ago when Del had fallen asleep beside him came back to him for the second time that day. He remembered waking up all sticky and uncomfortable in the heat. The air conditioner had broken the previous summer, and the tiny bedroom was oppressively hot. The sweaty body next to him didn't help, either. He shifted under the sheets and turned to face Del, who was clenching and unclenching his fists in his sleep. His face was taut and he looked like he was having a nightmare. Instinctively, Russ reached out to rub the back of his neck; after a few minutes, Del calmed down and cuddled into the big body beside him. Russ tensed for a moment, but relaxed again and let his head fall back on the pillow.
He remembered staring at Del's lips. They were the only thing on his face that had stayed recognizable after he was shot; the rest of his features had kind of burned away. Without fully realizing what he was doing, he had leaned over and placed a light kiss on those lips, opening his mouth just enough to taste. Del was too deeply asleep to have noticed. He also didn't notice when he unwittingly slid his thigh up against Russ' crotch. That maddening flesh pressing on his sex would have been his undoing if he hadn't rolled off the bed and headed for the couch.
Loud swearing from downstairs jerked him back into realtime. Russ rubbed his eyes and realized how tense he was. His pants felt particularly tight. He gently massaged his temples and tried to will his erection away, with no such luck. Russ groaned. He knew he could have it taken care of in a few minutes, but how embarrassing would it be to have someone walk in on him? Especially after what happened this morning....
But Russ' body seemed to move on its own against his mind's wishes, pushing the door closed, turning the lock, loosening his zipper. He sighed as the cool air brushed his skin. Leaning against the door, he hesitated a moment before letting his hand slide down the front of his pants.
A soft sound in the hallway made him jump to attention. He stood, rigid, straining to hear what was outside, but the sound had disappeared. When he had calmed down again, Russ rested his back against the door and pushed his pants down to his knees. He let his fingers slide up his thighs slowly.
"Yessss," he whispered, shivering, as he drew them up his shaft. He touched his sac, stroking it with the pads of his fingers and kneading it against his body. He raised a hand to his chest to pinch his nipple, and gasped at the sudden pinpoint of pleasure. Was that what Del had tried to do to him earlier?
Russ moaned. He could still feel Del's lips, his tongue, and the cold palm on his cheek that had trembled at the touch of his mouth. *These were Del's hands on him.* The thought came unbidden, but he didn't try and chase it away. He shuddered as Del grasped him and pumped hard and relentlessly. Del's hand was still on his sac, pulling it and squeezing it. Del was teasing his nipples. Del's finger was in his mouth. Del....Del....Del.....
"Del!" he cried as he came, spilling over his hand. It took him a few seconds to collect
himself before he realized whose name he'd just said out loud.
His face burning, Russ quickly cleaned up his mess and shuffled to the bathroom to wash
his hands.
He didn't notice the glowing figure in the corner, wide-eyed and trembling terribly.
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