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Hey, Jon?	By : ElizabethAshbury Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Korn Views: 2292 -:- 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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- 1-Hey, Jon?
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The loud ringing phone woke me up. I jumped up in bed. I blindly fumbled for the phone and found it in the dark room.

“Hello?” I looked at the clock. Half past midnight.

“Jon?”

“Yeah…hello?”

“Yeah, Jon.” I recognized the voice this time.

“Fred? What’s going on?”

“Did I wake you up?”

“Uh, YEAH!”

“I’m sorry, I just really need to talk to someone right now.”

I sighed heavily into the phone. “Alright, come on.”

“Thanks, Jon.”

I hung up the phone. I didn’t mean to be rude, but I was tired. I actually went to bed early for the first time in a long time and I get woke up. Dammit! I drifted off again and was woke up by my doorbell. I sighed and got up to answer it, remembering instantly that it was Fred. I opened the door and let him in.

“Thanks for letting me in.”

“Come on, sit down.”

He followed me into my living room. I sat down in my boxers and nothing else. He sat on the couch next to my chair.

“So…what’s the problem?”

“Jon…I don’t know if I can take it anymore…I’m so depressed…I know that I have to keep up this tough guy thing all the time, but…really…that’s not me. I figured you if anyone would understand.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I was starting to wake up.

“I didn’t mean nothing bad, by it…sorry,” his voice was starting to crack, “I just…” he was crying now, “I REALLY need to talk to someone!”

“Fred…” I got up and sat next to him. His face was in his hands, he was ashamed. “I’m sorry.” I carefully put my hand on his knee, unsure how he would handle the gesture. I was really surprised when he leaned his head towards me and rested it on my arm. I put my arm around him and Fred rested his head on my shoulder and sobbed. I rubbed his back in an effort to console my friend. He just really needed to know that someone cared. I knew that feeling. He was right and I only got defensive earlier because what he said was true. I sat next to him and let him cry until he wiped his eyes and sat up.

“Sorry, Jon,” he was embarrassed.

“Are you okay, now?” I asked with true concern. I put my hand on his knee again.

“I feel better, I don’t know about okay.” He sniffed and wiped his eyes again. “I think I WILL be okay, though.” I think he just said that because he didn’t wme tme to worry.

“I’m sorry if I was rude earlier, I was just tired. If you need a friend, I’ll be here for you, okay?”

“Thanks,” he nodded slowly. I gave him a firm hug and he gratefully accepted. I really didn’t want him to drive back as upset as he was.

“Fred, why don’t you crash here tonight?”

“I can’t do that to you…”

“Do what? I have spare bedrooms! Take your pick! Please, stay here, I don’t want to worry about you driving.”

He reluctantly accepted but was very grateful at the same time. He just felt bad for putting it on me. I honestly didn’t mind, I welcomed the company. We said goodnight and I went off to my room. I drifted off again until I felt I was being watched. I woke up startled. Fred was in my doorway.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“What is it?” I sat up.

“I can’t sleep…don’t think I’m weird, okay? But, can I sleep in here? I just don’t want to sleep alone.”

“Okay.” I knew what he meant.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, it’s fine.” To be honest, I kind of liked the company.

“Thanks,” he mumbled. Even though he knew I understood, he still kind of kept his guard up. He was used to it. I knew that feeling too. He shyly slid under the covers on the other side of the big bed. I laid back down, said, “goodnight” and went back to sleep.
As I started to fall asleep again, I felt Fred’s body heat against my back, but he wasn’t touching me. It felt strange but good at the same time. I fell asleep quite easily with him next to me. For once I was the one comforting someone.

When I woke up, Fred had left. I guess he just needed to be with a friend. It felt good that I could do that for him. That day I worked in the studio until I got tired again.

I sat down in my living room to relax. As I really began to get comfortable, the doorbell rang. It was Fred again.

“Hey, I…uh…just wanted to tell you thanks…I’m sorry I left before you woke up.”

“It’s okay, come in.”

We sat down in my living room, where I had comforted him last night. I felt closer to him now, but…awkward.

“Do you feel any better now?”

“Not exactly…Jon,” he sighed and shook his head, “I don’t know what’s happening to me…”

“Fred,” I began, putting a friendly hand on his shoulder. “I think you’re really stressed out. It’s getting to you. You need to calm down.”

“I know I look like a pussy right now.” That’s Fred, I thought, worried about his image.

“No, you look human and humans have feelings. It’s okay that you cry. You’re too hard on yourself.”

“I’m sorry if I weirded you out by coming into your room like that. I just needed a friend, and I knew you would understand.”

“What? Tyou you didn’t want to be alone, that you needed a friend next to you? Yes, I understand.” I kneeled in front of him and put my hand on his, “I care about you Fred. I told you, I’m here for you.”

“You have no idea how much that means.”

“Well, you’re my friend…you mean a lot to me.” My voice trailed off. Then an awkward silence. I don’t know why.

“I should go,” Fred started to get up.

“No!...I mean, I would like it if you could hang here a while. We haven’t spent much time together in a long time.”

“Are you sure I’m not keeping you?”

“No…stay here, in fact, stay over again. Hang out with me, please.”

He smiled. “Thanks, bro.”

“Anytime.”

Fred and I sat in my living room and talked, flipped through channels, ate, and bullshitted for a long time. It was nice to see my friend feeling somewhat better. As we were sitting and goofing around, Fred flicked an ice cube at me. It hit my astinstinging somewhat.

“Ow! Fucker!” I found it and flicked it back. He picked up another one and hit my forehead this time. I got up to charge at him playfully. I was quite taller than him.

“Oh shit!” He laughed and tried to run. I caught him and wrestled him. I pinned him to the ground.

“I win,” I said, a little out of breath.

“Fuck you.” He grinned.

“Fred,” I said, with an evil grin.

“What?” He said, playing along.

“I love you.”

“Awww…”

We laughed and suddenly, there was dead silence. Fred looked up at me as he lay under me. His smile faded and I felt mine melt away too. He reached up and flipped my hair behind my shoulder. His hand lingered on the nape of my neck. Unsure what to do, I froze. He drew his face toward mine and pulled me closer, until my lips were touching his. He pressed his lips against mine and the tip of his tongue licked right through them, wanting to enter. I remained frozen for a second before kissing him back. My tongue met his. For some reason, this didn’t feel awkward at all. It felt good. Soon Fred and I were kissing passionately on my living room floor. I broke the kiss and I felt him kissing my neck. I didn’t stop him. I eased up off of him so that I lay next to him on the floor. Suddenly, I really felt the urge to move things along, although I wasn’t sure yet how far I wanted to take this. I sat up and took his hand.

“Come on.” I tugged at him gently and led him to my room where we both had slept last night. He followed me eagerly. Once we reached the bedroom, Fred’s hands were all over me. He kissed me hastily.

“Oh, Jon,” he moaned as I kissed his neck.

“Come here,” I panted and pulled him onto the bed with me. He reached into my pants. I was fully hard. I took the liberty of unbuckling my pants and taking them off. I removed my shirt and underwear and went to work on removing Fred’s clothing too until both of us were completely nude. His hand wrapped around my erection. I groaned. He stroked and tugged before leaning close to my ear.

“Jon, please…let me get inside you…I want you.”

“Wait here…let me find something.” I went into the bathroom and searched through my drawer. I found the lube and tossed it on the bed. I had never been with a man before, but it didn’t feel weird. I always thought it would, but this was nice. Fred and I kissed long and hard before I pulled back.

“Just, one thing…I’ve never done this before…”

“Neither have I…do you want to stop?”

I shook my head. “No…”

“Good.” He kissed my cheek.

I turned on my back and Fred positioned himself between my knees. He took the lube with shaky hands and coated his fingers with it. I relaxed and allowed him full access. He rubbed his finger at my entrance and pushed it inside me. I gasped at this new sensation, which I quickly adjusted to. It wasn’t painful at all. I moaned softly because it felt good and to reassure Fred. He gained more confidence and eased in another finger. I felt his other hand gently stroking my leg. I placed my hand on his arm. I looked up at him, he smiled warmly. I stroked his face.

“Let me turn around, okay?”

He smiled widely. I heard him making motions to lube up his cock. I’m glad he didn’t ask me to do this to him because I’m sure I would have hurt him. I think he knew that too. He wasn’t small by any means, but I was sure I could handle him. He rubbed my back entrance with his fingers again and placed himself behind me. I prepared for him to enter me. He gently pushed until he was almost completely inside of me. He backed out and entered me again slowly. He felt good. I groaned as Fred pumped in and out of me. He reached his arms around my waist and kissed my back. He gently coaxed me to sit up on my knees, so that our upper bodies were right up against each other. He moaned softly in my ear, whispering my name.

“You feel so good, Jon,” he said between deep, rhythmic breaths. He wrapped his hand once again around my dick and stroked it gently. He did it so well too. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. I breathed deeper and prepared for an orgasm. Fred was continuously pumping my prostate. I leaned forward onto my hands.

“Fred…I’m…”

“I know…me too…I want you to cum.”

“Oh Fred…OOOOHH FUUUUCK!” I released the most intense climax I had had in a long time. It spurted out of me and all over my pillows. Fred’s cock pulsated around my opening. He filled me with his cum, pushing himself deep inside me as he came. I pushed my pillows off my bed. I fell forward and Fred collapsed on top of me. We lay together in a sweaty heap, breathing deeply and feeling each other’s chest pound. After a minute, Fred gently pulled out of me and laid next to me. I moved close to him, half beside him and half on top, I kissed his forehead.

“I’ll be back, I need to get new pillows.” He nodded. I brought back two pillows from one of my spare bedrooms. Fred lifted his head and I put one under him. I got in next to him and pulled the covers over us. He turned on his side and rested his head on my chest. I put my arm around him and rubbed his back. He ran his fingers through the patch of hair on my chest. We laid together in silence, me holding Fred, until sleep found both of us.
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