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Watch Your Mouth	By : psychotic4llyxyours Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Slipknot Views: 1945 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Slipknot. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Watch Your Mouth
By Rayna
Pairing: Corey/Joey
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angst, violence
July 2005

“I think we’re lost,” Joey commented from the passenger seat of the car. He had his feet propped on the dashboard and since their air conditioner had broken a few miles back, the windows were down, wind violently whipping his long hair at the speed which Corey drove.

Corey frowned as he tried to peer through the canopy of trees. He’d heard thunder on and off for the last hour and a half, and was sure they’d eventually run into rain. All hopes of them ever reaching the hotel room in time with the other members of the band were quickly fading. The concert wasn’t until the next day, so they still had a bit of time... it was just the idea of them being stuck in the middle of the woods with nothing but their duffle bags and a failing tank of gas that was disheartening.

A few miles later, it started to downpour. Joey scoffed and whined and bellyached as he got soaked from his open window, but Corey wouldn’t let him roll it up because of the humid heat.

“You’re not going to melt,” he said. “And we’re almost out of gas, so get ready to push.”

Joey’s jaw dropped. “You are NOT making me push! I do not-I can not-I will not-”

“You’ll do what I tell you to do,” Corey interrupted him, “because we’re out here together, whether you like it or not, and you’re going to help me out! If I hadn’t been stupid and waited for you to finish getting all your fucking makeup and shit on, both of us could have caught a ride with the others and already been to the hotel. But no-you had to take your sweet-ass time, and now look at us!” His voice gradually got louder and louder as the car’s engine shut off. They slowly rolled to a complete stop. “Yeah, now look at us! Stuck in the middle of fucking nowhere, in a flood, and all we have is clothes and your motherfucking makeup! At least your corpse will look pretty when we’re discovered, rotting here, a few months from now!”

Joey sat silent as Corey raved, because he knew there was no stopping him once he started. He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, gnawing worriedly at it. He didn’t want to get his hands dirty or muddy, and he didn’t know how long he could stay with Corey before Corey had a complete meltdown and killed him, or worse. Sooner or later, he knew from experience, he’d do something to royally piss Corey off, and then it would be the end, because there was no one to protect him from Corey’s wrath out here... they were alone.

“Well, aren’t you going to say something? Your mouth has never failed you before, so please, enlighten me as to how exactly you plan to get us out of this situation, since it is all your fault.”

“Maybe someone will drive by?” Joey tried hopefully, wincing at the sarcastic smile that appeared on Corey’s face.

“Oh yeah. That’s a great idea! You know what would make it even better? If we had actually SEEN a car for the past twenty miles we’ve been driving. Have you seen any, Joey, or am I just blind?”

“You know what, Corey? You need to stop being such a fucking prick to me!” Joey shouted angrily, snapping his wet hair out of his face and turning fully in his seat to face Corey. “You didn’t have to wait for me; you could have gone with the others and I would have made it eventually. You’re not fucking helping by being such a smartass about everything, so try shutting the fuck up for once. And you forget that it was YOU who said cutting through the woods was a shortcut. I figured you knew what the hell you were talking about, but apparently not!”

Corey’s eyes flashed dangerously and he reached over the armrests, snatching Joey up by his shirt and literally lifting the man out of his seat. He yanked Joey closer to him, so they were face to face, and practically snarled, “You do NOT talk to me like that, you little motherfucker. I’m not one of your gushing admirers who’s going to fawn all over you and coddle you just because you look like a chick, and I’m sure as hell not going to let you talk to me like you do everybody else. You watch your fucking mouth when you talk to me.”

“Let go of my fucking shirt before you rip it.” Joey leaned his head back, unable to look into Corey’s blazing blue eyes for very long.

“Oh? You don’t like the thought of me ripping your precious Mötley Cruë T-shirt?”

Joey knew he had spoken too soon, and instantly regretted speaking at all as Corey ripped his favorite T-shirt from the collar down, then shoved him back against the car door. Joey slouched into the space between the seat and the door, arms crossed tightly over his chest, a thoroughly pissed-off look on his face.

A few minutes later, Joey burst out, “I’ve had this fucking shirt since I was a teenager! I hope you’re happy!”

Corey was unfazed by Joey’s anger and he shrugged mildly. The rain continued to drill the roof of the car, a noise that was no more comforting than it was gentle. “Fuck, my head is splitting,” Corey sighed after a while, scrubbing his hands over his face.

Still angry, Joey didn’t bother to say anything.

With the setting sun came a storm of a more major scale, complete with thunder, lightning, and the extreme cold of a forest at night. They rolled the windows up until they were cracked just enough to keep oxygen circulating, and then there were a few hours of hopeless silence because a car had yet to pass them by. The road Corey had picked to travel by was completely abandoned. It was quite a shortcut, and one that no one else seemingly knew about.

“We’re going to die out here,” Joey whispered, rocking himself back and forth.

Corey slapped him. “Don’t say that, and quit rocking. I have a water bottle and you have enough candy stored in your duffle bag to get us through at least one more day. We’ll be fine.”

“It’s freezing. Do we have any blankets?”

“No. What would be the use of bringing your own blankets to a hotel room?”

“We aren’t in a hotel room!”

“We would be if you hadn’t stopped for your fucking makeup!”

Joey threw open the door and got out, then slammed it shut. It was pitch black and raining, but he was sick of having to take the blame. He started walking, face turned down to avoid getting more water in his eyes than was already getting in them. He had expected Corey to stop him, but hadn’t planned on Corey physically picking him up, throwing him over his shoulder, and carrying him back to the car like an insolent child.

Instead of being thrown in the front seat, though, he was thrown in the back and Corey got in after him.

“You’re fucking stupid. Where’d you think you were gonna go?”

“Anywhere away from you, you ignorant prick.”

Corey slapped him again. “What the fuck did I tell you about your fucking mouth? Show me the respect I deserve.”

“You know what you deserve?” Joey demanded, holding his hand over the side of his face that had seen several slaps over the course of the day. “A good kick in the ass! That’s what you deserve; something to level you out, because you’re no better than anybody else!”

“Better than you, you little son of a bitch,” Corey muttered.

Joey had had enough. He dived across the seat and started pummeling any body part he could strike, focusing mainly on Corey’s face. Corey was obviously taken by surprise, but when the shock wore off, he took a painfully harsh grip on Joey’s forearms and shoved him down into the floorboard, but Joey pulled him down, too. Joey screamed and cursed as Corey caught hold of his hair and started ripping at it.

“Get the fuck off my hair!” Joey shrieked angrily. “You fight like a girl!”

“It’s just fair play. Oh, you mean to tell me you’re not a chick?”

Joey kneed him in the stomach, but was hopelessly trapped under Corey’s sturdier, heavier body. “I am not a chick! Just because I look better than you-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa-Watch the fuck out! You think you look better than me?”

“Damn right I look better than you.” Joey was still struggling, still squirming, but he couldn’t get Corey off. “You’re killing me!”

“You’re the slut who pulled me down on top of you. Lay there and enjoy being under a real man.”

“Goddamnit, Corey!”

Corey grinned and pushed Joey farther under the seat.

“Stop! What the fuck are you doing?”

Corey pinched Joey’s arm hard enough to bruise and tried to reposition himself to feel under the seat. “I’m trying to find the knob that makes the seat go back. There should be a little thing under here somewhere that’ll give us more room to lay down...” He reached past Joey, oblivious to the way Joey gasped from having his chest crushed. Corey’s full weight was on him.

“Kill-ing...” Joey wheezed.

Suddenly, the seat collapsed in on itself, a spring action that pressed the two men even closer together as the floor all but disappeared to make room for the seats that had become a makeshift bed. They both gasped, and there was an alarmingly long moment that they couldn’t gather their minds enough to even move.

Finally, Joey squeaked, “How about getting the hell off me?”

“Right,” Corey replied, and attempted to maneuver himself out of the cramped space. He succeeded, and rolled over so he was laying on top of the flat seats. “Hah, I knew it! It’s just like that SUV we used to have.” He reached down into the dark and pulled Joey up onto the seat with him.

“Shit, this is better,” Joey sighed, collapsing next to him. He used his duffle bag as a pillow and stretched out fully across the seats, still laying partially on Corey.

“Quit touching me,” Corey grumbled, pushing Joey away.

“What’s the matter?” leered Joey. “Afraid you’ll get turned on by being so close to a pretty girl?”

Corey scoffed. “You’re such a slut.”

“You’re jealous.” Joey kicked him.

“You’re a little cross-dressing motherfucker.”

“You’re a big-mouthed, son-of-a-bitchin’, motherfucking, poofy-haired prick!”

Corey punched him in the gut and Joey curled into the fetal position. “You’re gonna get your ass kicked if you don’t watch it! You’re pissing me off again.” Corey couldn’t hold back the laughter at Joey’s comebacks, though.

“Corey, everything pisses you off,” Joey coughed, still holding his stomach.

“Quit trying me, or I’ll throw your ass out in the rain and let you sleep under a tree somewhere.”

“Ooh!” Joey exclaimed. “That was really threatening.”

“Learn how to fucking talk shit. You can’t even do that.” Corey slapped him again.

Joey rolled over on top of him and they started fighting again, mostly rolling and throwing punches, but there was a good deal of hair-pulling going on, as well. Finally, Joey got tired and fell still underneath Corey, panting heavily.

“Ahh,” Corey sighed, twining both his hands in Joey’s hair. “Why do you even try to be better than me? I always beat you in the end.”

“You are such a prick,” Joey breathed.

“What is this fascination with my prick? You’ve called me a prick, what, four times today?”

“I like that word.”

“You like pricks?”

“Shut up!”

Corey laughed. “I always knew you were a little queer. I guess you did make it obvious.”

“I am not! Shut the fuck up!”

“Aww, it’s okay.” Corey pretended to lovingly muss Joey’s hair, then he roughly pressed their lips together.

“Corey, what the fuck!?”

“Like that, you little bitch?”

Joey found his hands pinned to the seat next to his head, and he was almost glad for the darkness because he hated having to look at Corey’s eyes. There was always something off about his eyes... He was starting to see just how off Corey was.

A rush of adrenaline surged through Corey’s body and he shuddered. “Fuck, this is hot. I feel how hard you are for me, Joey, so don’t try to deny it.”

It was true-Joey was hard, but it surely wasn’t his will to be. It wasn’t as if he could control it. “I’m serious Corey, stop it. This is sick.”

“Spread the sickness,” Corey murmured against the skin of Joey’s neck as he sucked the tender flesh, marring Joey’s pale beauty with an ugly red mark.

Joey whined quietly and tilted his head to the side to give Corey better access. His arms were beginning to ache from where they were so harshly pinned above his head, and Corey had such a strong grip on his wrists that he was sure the circulation was being cut off. Fitfully, Joey shoved his hips up against Corey’s body, hard, and moaned at the friction.

“God, that feels good,” Corey huffed in his ear, making Joey shudder.

“Get off me, Corey. I need to beat off.”

But Corey obviously wasn’t paying attention to anything Joey was saying-that, or he was simply disregarding the commands-because he slipped his hand down and pressed it against the crotch of Joey’s jeans. Joey inhaled sharply and fidgeted, uncomfortable, unsure, but unable to deny how good that felt. Maybe it was the excess testosterone built up by their constant fighting; maybe it was due to the fact that Joey hadn’t gotten any for a few months... Whatever the cause, Joey was so turned on at that moment that he quickly decided he would take help from any source, even if that source happened to be his lead singer and mortal enemy on the best of days.

Joey breathed heavily, irregularly, as Corey continued to grip his erection through his jeans. Finally, exasperated, Joey reached down and popped open the button with fumbling fingers, though he was unable to get a grasp on the zipper. Corey helped him out and reached his hand in, slipping beneath boxers to firmly grip the engorged flesh inside. As Joey hovered on the brink of hyperventilation, Corey added to his discomfort by seeking out his mouth for a kiss.

Joey could only allow the action as his lips were already parted, trying to suck in air. He whimpered desperately into Corey’s mouth, unable to stop his hips’ violent thrusting.

“Aah!” Joey cried throatily, hands clawing at Corey’s broad chest. “Ugnh... Fuck!”

“That’s right,” Corey sighed against his ear. “Come for me, Joey.” He tightened his fist around Joey’s leaking cock, but kept the same steady rhythm until Joey’s hands flew down and covered Corey’s hands with his own, quickening the pace.

Joey’s moans escaladed. “Oh, fuck yeah! Fuck, that’s so good! Aah...” He sucked in a deep, sudden breath, held it for several agonizingly long seconds, and then all his breath came out in one long gush as he came in Corey’s hand.

The next thing Joey knew, he had his head in Corey’s lap. “Suck me off,” Corey commanded, taking a hold of Joey’s hair.

Still high and groggy with pleasure, Joey leaned forward and touched his lips to the crown of Corey’s dick. He fell into the role easily, with Corey growling out instructions above him, and he followed everything he was told. He opened his mouth as far as it would go, but Corey still wanted deeper. With one brutal shove of the hips, Corey successfully hit Joey’s gag reflex, and the muscle spasms alone that went on in Joey’s throat were enough to send Corey pivoting through wave after wave of orgasmic bliss.

They passed out just like that, with Joey sound asleep and his head wedged between Corey’s spread thighs.

Early the next morning, a black pickup truck came speeding down the road. The driver caught sight of the familiar car that was stopped in the middle of the street and pulled up beside it.

Shawn stood at the car window for a few long minutes, a cringe distorting his face. Sick to his stomach, he banged his fist on the window and shouted, “Wake the fuck up! We have a show to do!”

Joey and Corey instantly sprang apart when their memories recollected the events from the night before. Joey’s face was redder than his Christmas lipstick.

“You keep your mouth shut about everything, you got that, Joey?” Corey warned him as they got their clothes on and made sure everything was in their duffle bags.

Joey smiled, then gave Corey a feral titty-twister. “You’re the one with the big mouth, you fucking prick.”

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