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Early in the Morning	By : Bunnywith Category: +M through R > Metalocalypse > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5839 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Early in the Morning
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Pickles had been up all night, trying to beat his own personal record for several hours of binge drinking. The only problem was that drinking alone was no fun, and stank of loserdom. With a half-empty bottle of whiskey in his hand, Pickles teetered from his room, on a quest to find someone else awake at 5:45 am who would drink with him. The hallways were long and empty, and Pickles sang to himself as he wandered around, pressing his ear against doors to listen for any life within and on the lookout for movement.

“You might hear I trade my love for caaaaandyyyyyy, don’t believe that stuff, it’s a misunderstaaaaandiiiiing…” Pickles warbled in that painful way that only those under the influence can manage to pull off, “Whatever I’ve got, it doesn’t go cheaply, not many have got what it might take to keep me…”Just before he was about to belt out the chorus for no one to hear, Pickles detected a sound.
“Ah! People!” He sang, and tripped in the direction of the noise he’d heard. His feet led him to Toki’s room, where he saw the door was slightly ajar. Peering inside, Pickles saw that Toki was wide awake, lying on the floor wearing only his pajama bottoms, performing a series of crunches.

“…Førtitre…Førtifire… Førtifem…” Toki gasped, his eyes shut tight and nose wrinkled up in discomfort as he sat up swiftly then lay back down, each time counting out a new number.
‘Norwegian…Awesome.’ Pickles loved hearing both Toki and Skwisgaar talk in their native languages. Drinking was temporarily put out of his mind as he stood by the door, watching Toki flex and bend for a moment before he let himself in. He cleared his throat to announce his presence. Toki froze in mid-crunch, craning his head back to see who’d entered. A wide smile crossed his face when he saw his friend.

“Pickle! Good morning! Why are yous up so earlies? I nevers see anyone else awake at this time.”

“Haven’t been to sleep yet,” Pickles shrugged, “You, uh, you workin’ out there?”

“Yeah, yeah, I will be done soons, you can stay if you wants.” Toki smiled, and finished his half-done rep, continuing with his morning routine. “Førtiseks… Førtisju…”

Pickles invited himself further into Toki’s domain. His bare feet lightly crossed the cold stone floor and he flopped down onto the bed with a sigh, still clutching the bottle of whiskey tight in his hand. He realized that Toki’s bed and blankets were far more comfortable than his own. The only question now was whether Pickles would bother sending a servant out to get him matching items, or if he’d just steal them from Toki. But then, stealing from Toki would result in being submitted to the Puppy Dog Face © Toki Wartooth ’06. The last time Pickles had wronged Toki and had viewed the Puppy Dog Face, he’d been horrified to learn that Toki had added in a whimper that sounded like a wounded dog. The effect was heart-rending, and it was Toki’s ultimate weapon, his final attack before resorting to violence. Pickles decided he wouldn’t steal Toki’s bed or blankets. He’d get his own, or possibly share them. Waking up next to that hot body everyday would certainly be tolerable.

“Førtiåtte… Førtini…Femti!” Toki groaned and collapsed upon the floor, breathing heavily from exertion.

Pickles rolled onto his side and looked to his tired band mate, enjoying the view. Toki’s chest was bare and shone with sweat in the early morning sun that beat in through the windows. He gasped and sat up slowly, Pickles watching the entire time, admiring Toki’s gliding muscles. He’d been so surprised the first time he’d seen Toki shirtless, having never figured Toki to be the kind to work out tirelessly, to have such perfect, sculpted muscles. Pickles had always pegged Skwisgaar to be more the type; he was far more vain than the Norwegian. But then again, Skwisgaar didn’t actually care about things like health, and Toki was probably doing set after set of crunches every morning to improve his health. Or, possibly, he was working out to try and counter the effects of the unhealthy amounts of sugar, alcohol and random drugs he put into his body. But whatever the reason, the results were undeniably easy on the eye. Pickles almost lost control as Toki stretched out his upper body with a groan, his arms extended out as far as they could reach. Hard, defined muscles in his back shifted and flexed, and Pickles followed the curve of Toki’s spine from his neck, all the way to the elastic waistband of his fleece pajama pants.

‘…Holy shit.’ Was all he could think.

Toki rose to his feet and continued to stretch his body, now spreading his legs into a V, and bending far over until his hands were pressed flat on the ground between his feet.
Pickles could see Toki’s upside down face past his legs, his hair piled on the ground. Toki’s face was turning red, and once again, Pickles was dumbstruck, staring at and watching the man’s ass.

‘…Holy shit.’

Toki held his position for a moment or two longer before he stood upright again and rolled his head around on his shoulders, the sharp movement providing a loud cracking noise from his bones.
Finally, he was finished. Toki turned and smiled to Pickles, who was now wondering how much more money Dethklok could make if they recorded a video of Toki exercising and sold it to the fan club outside in Mordcity. He figured that they’d rake in enough scratch to ratchet them from the world’s 12th richest economy straight up to the 8th.

“Alright I am finish-ed for now! Has you ate yet?”

“Uhh…” Pickles snapped out of his daydream, shaking his head to clear the visions of his half-naked friend bent over, “N-No, I…I haven’t, I’ve just been drinking…”

“Well comes with me while I eats breakfast,” Toki went over to the bed and grabbed Pickles’ wrists in a strong grip, pulling the man into an upright sitting position, then pulling him up and off the bed, onto his feet.

Together they walked through hallways and up a long staircase (Pickles lost his breath halfway up and decided maybe he should work out with Toki in the morning), briefly getting lost in the massiveness of their own house before reaching the gigantic kitchen. Jean-Pierre was nowhere to be seen, no doubt because he knew his Lords slept in until around noon, so there was no need for him to rise any earlier to fix a mighty feast for breakfast. Toki liked it this way, though. Without Jean-Pierre, he was free to fix his own breakfast, although he consistently selected food that was counteractive to his morning workout. Pickles had never been in the kitchen so early, and was looking around at all the equipment and utensils, not used to everything being so still and so quiet. He heard the crashing sound of shattered glass falling upon the ground and glanced toward the direction of the noise. Pickles saw that Toki had swung a heavy iron skillet into a glass-covered box on the wall containing an axe, meant to be used in case there was a fire, in case someone was trapped with the fire behind a stuck door. Toki, however, after destroying the glass, reached in past the broken shards and took the axe, holding the handle, dragging it behind himself along the stone floor as he crossed the kitchen to stand in front of a locked cabinet, made of hard, sturdy wood. Pickles trotted over, his bare feet slapping on the floor. He wanted to watch this.

Toki leaned the handle of the axe against his leg and cracked his knuckles, wearing a dark grin on his face as he stared at the cabinet, his expression promising that the cabinet would never be the same. Wrapping both hands around the base of the axe, Toki hoisted his weapon above his head and slammed it into the thick wood, creating a splintered wound. He yanked the blade out and repeated his actions, again and again until there was a sizeable hole carved out of the locked doors. Once he could see the contents, Toki threw the heavy axe carelessly over his shoulder, hearing it clatter upon the stone as it landed. He advanced on the cabinet and reached inside, bringing out a box of chocolate-coated graham crackers.

“No.” Toki muttered, throwing the box over his shoulder to land nearby the forgotten axe.

Pickles had to laugh, realizing that Toki had just busted into a cabinet that was strictly off-limits to him, owe to the fact it was filled entirely with food-products whose ingredient lists all began with sugar, and it was a well-known fact that when Toki got his hands on sugar, he ate himself into a coma. Just because Toki wasn’t allowed, though, didn’t mean the rest of Dethklok was denied. Everyone besides Toki had a key to the lock.

“Dood, you could’ve just asked me to unlock it.” Pickles pointed out as Toki flung rejected sweets far across the kitchen and out of his sight.

“But this ways is more fun!” Toki looked to his friend and smiled wide. When he turned back to the treasure trove of sugar, he finally discovered something that looked good.

“..Truffles.” Toki read the label, turning the box around, “Ingredees-ents: chocolate, cocoa powder.”

Satisfied that this would bring about the desired sugar rush, Toki hugged the box as if it were his precious Teddy bear and smiled to Pickles, walking away from the wreckage he’d created.

“Let’s us have breakfast!”

Whiskey and truffles. (It sounds even worse when you say it out loud.)

The two of them left the kitchen and entered into an adjacent room where a dining table equipped with numerous chairs was set out, overlooking a huge window that afforded a view of the brightening early morning sky. Against another wall sat a large screen TV, and nearest the TV is where Toki and Pickles sat down at the table, across from each other. Pickles kicked at the controls, wired on the floor under the table and the TV flickered to life. Pickles was scared as the picture cleared and a heavily-made up newswoman grinned at him with a gigantic, blinding smile that showed almost every tooth.

“She’s is scary. I really hates her.” Toki commented, ripping open his truffles and shoving them two at a time into his mouth. Though he claimed hatred for the jabbering woman onscreen, Toki, along with Pickles, stared faithfully at the TV as the frightening woman joyfully reported a story about a house fire that had killed a mother and her two children.

“We now go to Patrick Campbell, live at the scene! Patrick?”

“Patty, I am here in front of what is left of the Ashford residence. Firefighters battled the flames all throughout the night, and early this morning, they finally put out the blaze. As you already know, Mrs. Ashford, 37, and her two children , twins Joseph and Robert, age 8, were killed in the fire. This is a tragic event, to be sure.”

“Tragic, indeed, Patrick!” The woman spoke with her huge smile, turning back to face the camera pointing at her, “And now we’re going to talk with a man who holds the Guinness World Record for most tumors!”

Pickles wondered why someone hadn’t killed that woman yet. He turned his vision away from the TV screen, deciding instead to resume watching Toki. Within seconds, the sight of Toki’s soft hair, his sharp collar bones and smooth skin had freed Pickles’ mind from any recollection of evil, heartless anchorwenches.

With one elbow on the table, his hand supporting his chin, Pickles stared unabashedly at his band mate, occasionally choking down a mouthful of whiskey, mostly out of habit. Toki’s fingers were coated with soft chocolate and cocoa powder, a fact that seemed to escape him as he inhaled the truffles, chewing messily and swallowing with chocolate saliva dribbling from his mouth. His bottom lip and the corners of his mouth were covered with chocolate and Pickles had to grin as he watched Toki’s tongue snake out, lapping at the brown stains. An itch on his cheek sent Toki’s fingers up, absently dragging over the spot to relieve himself. Toki’s right cheek was now smeared with chocolate and cocoa powder.

Pickles knew this was too good to resist. He stood from his seat, almost losing his upright standing as a result of alcohol-clouded balance. Abandoning the whiskey, Pickles walked to the other side of the table, joining Toki, who was attempting to rub the chocolate off his face, but only succeeded in making the mess worse. Pickles stood in front of Toki and gently grabbed his chocolatey hand, pulling it away from his face. He leaned in closer, grinning.

“You’ll never get clean that way. Allow me.” Pickles brought Toki’s hand close to his face, taking the chocolate-flavored index finger past his lips. He sucked on the digit, lightly scraping his teeth against the pad of Toki’s finger, then licking it clean.

Toki’s eyes were wide in surprise. He watched closely, his head going cloudy at the sight of Pickles’ pink tongue rubbing smoothly against his fingers. Pickles was making a great show of it, sucking hard to produce a sloppy, wet sound. He suggestively slid Toki’s finger in and out of his mouth, eyes gently shut as he made no attempt to hide the fact he was enjoying this. A soft whimper from Toki opened Pickles’ eyes and he grinned at his young bandmate, who was breathing a little faster than before as the touch of Pickles’ tongue consumed his senses and imagination. Visions of Pickles licking elsewhere – his neck and chest, his rapidly hardening dick – sent a shiver down Toki’s spine.
Pickles enjoyed the fact he was able to put Toki in such a needy state. He slowly pulled his mouth from Toki’s clean finger and leaned in closer, reaching out and cradling Toki’s face in his hand.

“…Just look at you…” Pickles mock-scolded, “All this chocolate…So dirty…”

Pickles kissed Toki’s cocoa-coated face, then poked out his tongue, licking quickly and savoring the flavor of rich chocolate and Toki.

“Pickle…I…” Toki whimpered, but he didn’t know what to say. He was breathing heavy and fast as Pickles ‘cleaned’ him with his wet, flat tongue. The drummer’s hands fell slowly over Toki’s chest, then down his body, petting the hard-won six-pack. The physical contact so low on his body was having a definite effect on Toki, who could feel his cock beginning to swell as blood rushed fast through his veins. He gasped and moaned softly, pulling Pickles’ attention away from the chocolate on his face. Pickles glanced toward Toki’s lap and stifled a noise of his own, his entire body jerking suddenly as he was hit by a wave of arousal, seeing Toki’s erection poking against his pajama pants. Chocolate forgotten, Pickles fell to his knees, quickly tugging on Toki’s pants until they were halfway down his thighs. He grinned up at Toki, whose face was flushed and pink, his mouth hanging open as little half-gasps left his throat. Pickles slowly reaching out and rubbed a thumb over the head of Toki’s cock, immensely enjoying Toki’s full-body shudder, his strangled moan.

“Oh, Pickle…” Toki sighed, sitting up a bit straighter and looking down at Pickles. The drummer looked up at Toki’s face, pink with heat, eyes hazy with lust and clearly unfocused. Pickles shuddered at that smoldering look, wrapping his hand around Toki’s hard on and jerking up and down his shaft a few times before leaning over Toki’s lap, wrapping his lips around the hard, engorged head.

Toki bit his lip and hunched forward, his hands resting on Pickles’ bare back, digging his nails hard into the pale skin to leave crescent indentions. Pickles sucked hard on Toki’s cock, then pulled back to messily lick at the head, pressing his tongue into the slit at the head to taste salty hints of precum. He dove back in, this time filling his mouth with Toki’s hard length, gagging a bit when the back of his throat was touched. Toki was too lost in pleasure to notice Pickles suffering at all. He gasped, a strangled, panting gasp, as he held Pickles’ head, fingers woven into red dreadlocks to hold him still as Toki drove his cock hard and deep, balls shoved right against Pickles’ chin as the drummer fought back desperate, choking coughs, his eyes watering. He sat up, brought his body closer, leaning his weight upon Toki’s thighs and curling his lips over his teeth so Toki’s dick would not be hurt from his sudden, brutal rapid-fire throat-fucking.

Toki’s body was shaking and he was unabashedly yelling out, announcing his pleasure to any and all nearby. Sweat dripped and rolled down his forehead as he violated Pickles’ mouth and throat, his hands now clawing at his band mate’s pale neck and his upper back, pumping his cock hard and fast against the back of Pickles’ throat. He envisioned Pickles on his back, stuck below Toki’s hard, heavy body, his head tossed back as he screamed his band mate’s name. He saw them joined, his cock pushed up hard inside Pickles, his lips all over that pale, sweaty neck, licking, kissing, sucking hard and finally biting, drawing screams from the red head’s mouth, wonderful, heated screams, filled with lust and desire. And then Pickles’ expression would darken, he would glare into Toki’s eyes and ask, no, demand to be bitten again, and hard.
His fantasy was so vivid, so real and hot, Toki could smell their sweat and hear their skin slapping together as he rammed in and out of Pickles’ tight ass…

He groaned and bit his lip, his body tightening, his pulse and heart going faster, faster, as he felt his orgasm approaching. It seemed a bit soon, but then again, he was enjoying this fantasy immensely. Toki’s eyes widened as he was torn from his daydream when he felt Pickles’ hard nails dig into his hands, pulling them off his head, untangling them from his dreads. Pickles banished Toki’s hands and pulled back from the hard cock he’d been choking on, coughing raggedly and clearing his throat. His eyes were red and watery as he glared at Toki, who was still unconcerned with Pickles’ distress, because he was so very, very close to achieving his orgasm. He sat back against the chair, his head rolling around on his shoulders as both hands wrapped around his hard on and he jerked himself off.
Pickles once again intervened, removing Toki’s hands from his activity. Toki looked at him, dejected.

“What’s are you doing!?” He demanded. Pickles was quiet as he grabbed Toki by his forearms and forced him to stand. Toki’s legs felt weak, and his knees wobbled a bit as he watched his band mate, hoping he was going to bring relief to Toki’s ache.
Pickles pulled his tighty-whities down and kicked them off, watching them land a few feet away. He grinned and turned back to Toki, backing up and heaving himself upon the table, lying on his backside and spreading his legs, inviting Toki.

“Oh my gods…” Toki felt his blood boil at the sight of Pickles offering himself up. He walked a few steps to stand closer, and he was before Pickles, pushing his legs a bit further apart, looking upon Pickles’ tight, puckered asshole, and feeling his fantasy spring back into his mind, spiking arousal through every nerve in his body. Toki leaned in, wrapping his hand around his band mate’s hard on, running his hands up and down the shaft once, twice, before he took the head into his mouth, sucking hard and wet. Pickles gasped, supporting himself upon his elbows as his head fell back and he groaned at the incredible, blissful touch of Toki’s warm, wet tongue on his cock.

Toki moaned, though his mouth was full, and kissed the head, licking it before his tongue traveled slow down the underside, until he felt warm metal suddenly. Toki opened his eyes and saw a metal barbell pierced through a small pocket of flesh right underneath Pickles’ cock. He grinned wickedly and licked his lips slowly, before leaning in and tonguing the piercing while his hands continued to stimulate and rub Pickles’ length, listening to the whines and pleading from his band mate’s mouth.

Pickles had never told anyone about his piercing. He’d actually done it back when he was with Snakes N Barrels, and had kept it as a memento. Toki was the first member of Dethklok to discover his little secret, and he had to admit, Toki had a wonderful way of handling secrets.

All too soon, it seemed, Toki’s talented mouth had left the piercing. His tongue traveled a slow path from the metal jewelry, down between Pickles’ legs until reaching his tight pucker. Toki’s hands left his band mate’s erection to instead wander his soft, pale body. Toki pinched hard at Pickles’ nipples, then scratched his nails down the man’s chest and stomach while he began licking at the tight asshole before him.

Pickles almost reflexively kicked Toki away from himself, and as soon as he realized what that incredibly odd, wet feeling was, he again had to fight off the urge to kick Toki in the face.

“Wh-What…’re you doin’…?” Pickles bit his lip hard as his face screwed into an expression of raw need. It was fucking weird, yes, maybe a little gross, but DAMN if it didn’t feel wonderful to have Toki’s tongue swirling and prodding at his hole, sending hard jolts of skittering arousal through his cock and his entire body, from the ends of his toes right to his fingertips.

“Shit, shit, Toki, quit fuckin’ playin’ around and just fuck me already!!” Pickles groaned, his hands running through his long dreads, his body shaking and chest heaving, his skin hot and sweaty and longing for Toki’s touch, wanting to feel his weight on top of him, both of them moving together, screaming together.

Toki had to grin at Pickles’ impatience. He gave one last, long, wet lick before standing and taking his own hard length, pressing the head up against Pickles’ hole, both of them panting together. Pickles held his breath as he felt the blunt force at his entrance, pushing and forcing. It felt like it would never fit in, but with one hard push, Toki had rushed half way inside. The pressure was all Toki knew as coherent thought vacated his mind. Pressure and heat, and Pickles beneath him, his head rolling back, thrashing on his shoulders as he tried to breath evenly and adjust to Toki’s girth, spreading him almost to breaking point, bringing a new kind of pain in addition to the pleasure of being filled so perfectly and tightly. Pickles yelled out, repeating Toki’s name several times as he reached out for the guitarist, wrapping his arms around Toki’s neck, running his fingers into strands of long hair, his nails burrowing deep into pale, soft skin. Toki didn’t even notice as his neck was assaulted, he was so distracted by the blissful feeling of pushing up inside Pickles, pulling his hips back and drawing out, then slamming forward, filling the drummer entirely. A small, savage growl vibrated from Toki’s throat, so quiet at first that Pickles didn’t hear it. He just focused in on Toki’s hard cock inside him, the pain dulling away, leaving nothing but an enjoyable feeling of being filled, being somehow complete.

But the next growl was louder. Pickles heard it and looked at Toki, who was still lost in numb pressure and pleasure, repeating a slow but rough pattern of moving his hips back ever so painfully slow, dragging each inch out, then suddenly shoving back in hard to make Pickles scream and yelp. His eyes were shut tightly, his teeth bared and grit together hard. Then his eyes opened suddenly and he locked his gaze with Pickles, who was surprised by the ferocity he saw in Toki’s expression.

“Pickles…” Toki’s voice was low and sent a chilling shiver up the drummer’s spine. He yelped when the pace suddenly sped up, and Toki crawled onto the table with Pickles, holding their hips close together as he pounded hard, in and out, making damn sure that when he impaled himself inside Pickles, the drummer could felt each and every inch inside him, stretching and straining the muscles inside.

“Gahhdd…” Pickles kind of liked this slightly feral side of Toki. It was exciting, and that growl…He shuddered, just thinking about it.

“Nnnn…” another sound came from Toki’s throat as he reached up and roughly grabbed Pickles’ chin, pushing it up so he could see the pale white skin stretched taut over his banging, throbbing pulse. Toki leaned in and bit down hard.

Pickles screamed loud, surprised and almost scared when he felt an incredible rush, the result of the savage bite.
Toki moaned into Pickles’ flesh and sank his teeth in harder, deeper, grinding his canines down until he felt his teeth breaking through the skin, and tasted hot blood rushing up, draining into his mouth.

“Uh! Holy shit!” Pickles felt his blood dripping down his neck, and he couldn’t believe Toki had bit him so fucking hard, but he also couldn’t believe how fucking hot it was. Pickles grabbed a handful of Toki’s hair and pulled him away from the wound, smashing their lips hard together, more aroused than he had ever been in his entire life. Pickles got a taste of his own blood as his sucked hard on Toki’s bottom lip, then bit hard, not enough to draw blood, unlike some people, but certainly hard enough to hurt. He licked Toki’s fat, swollen lip, and all around his mouth, cleaning up any trace of his own blood.

“Bite me again,” Pickles whispered, once Toki’s face was devoid of red.

‘Oh gods it’s just likes my fantsasies…’ Toki was all too happy to oblige as he picked a fresh, unmauled patch of skin on Pickles’ shoulder. He licked and kissed the target area, before he forcefully bit in. Pickles’ entire body shuddered and he moaned Toki’s name loudly, then again, and again, and Toki slammed in and out, harder, harder and faster, his nails clawing at Pickles’ chest and arms as his nerves caught fire, his body got hotter and his muscles all tightened as he could feel it coming, closer, and then his hard earned orgasm swept over his body and engulfed him in a few seconds of intense ecstasy.

Toki’s teeth clenched hard and broke Pickles’ skin again as he rode the waves of his climax, his quick breathing settling, slowing to normal and his eyelids suddenly, inexplicably heavy as he came down from his high. He pulled his bloody mouth from Pickles’ shoulder, taking a moment to watch the copper that flowed freely from both bite wounds. Hunger.

A needy plea called his attention and Toki realized Pickles was still hard, still desperate for his own finale.
In a slick movement that made them both groan from loss, Toki pulled his satiated cock from Pickles’ hole. He leaned over and once again licked at the darkened, purple head, reveling in the sharp cries Pickles let out, his body tensed and ready, his hips lifting up off the table, arching closer to Toki’s face, urging him to continue. With a small moan, Toki opened his mouth and swallowed his band mate’s burning hot, pulsing erection, sucking strong and hard, and bobbing his head up and down, flat tongue traveling along the shaft, tasting a mix of the blood from his mouth and beads of cum leaking from the slit at the head of Pickles’ cock. Toki bobbed his head a few more times before stopping, keeping his lips sealed around the head, his tongue licking and swirling as he jerked the shaft with right hand, while the fingers of the left tickled and played with Pickles’ frenum piercing.
Playing with his piercing again! Pickles groaned and rocked his hard on into Toki’s mouth, appreciating the gesture, though he wondered just how tight Toki’s cute ass was. He determined that he would soon find out, but there were other far more pressing, desperate issues at hand. He was so close now, so close to the wonderful ending, he could feel it everywhere in his body. And then his body froze up, his cock throbbed hard before he was finally, finally granted release. His orgasm rocked his body and as he came hard in Toki’s mouth. Toki had been unprepared, and so when he tasted jets of cum shooting into his mouth, he immediately pulled his mouth away, and was surprised when a splat landed right across his nose. Money $hot!

‘Ew.’ He thought, dragging his hand through the mess to try and remove it. He watched Pickles, his back arched up hard, not even breathing for a moment as he was lost in his pleasure. But soon, far too soon, the pleasure was dying down, and then it was gone, and he collapsed into a breathless heap upon the table.

Toki reached out and smeared his cum-stained hand over Pickles’ soft belly, grinning when Pickles looked to see what was happening and pouted profusely.

“Aw, Toki, geez…” Pickles groaned and sat up slowly, only to cringe as his ass protested. Toki backed off the table and Pickles crawled off after him, pouting at the pain in his rear. He hobbled over to his underwear and slowly pulled them on while Toki pulled his pajama pants back on. Mostly dressed, they looked to each other and smiled.

“Um, Pickle…You knows I been workings out earlier, and I was alreadies dirty and smelly…But now I am worse. And you ares, also. We needs a shower, I think.”

The look on the guitarist’s face was almost vulgar. The glint of his eyes and his grin, the way he leered at Pickles, replaying what had just happened in his mind, recalling his band mate’s cries of lust, his thrashing and the unbelievable tightness…

Pickles could only stare, dumb-founded. A shower was a good idea, hell yes. He was beginning to develop an incredibly powerful body odor that he didn’t want to keep around much longer. Having sex with Toki in the shower was also a good idea, an awesome idea, in fact, but he didn’t think he was up to another round yet.

“Alright, I got a different idea,” Pickles said after a moment of deliberation, “I’m tired. Let’s go sleep, and when we wake up we can, uh, shower.”

Toki seemed a little upset that there would not immediately be more sex, but having a promise to continue later was good enough. They left the dining room together, not bothering to pick up their trash or to try and wipe their cum off the table top. They’d just left the kitchen when Toki realized Pickles was limping, no doubt the result of the brutal ass sex he’d just endured. He bent over and wrapped one arm around Pickles’ back, hooking under his arms, the other arm sliding under the drummer’s back as he swept his band mate off his feet, carrying him, Pickles thought dejectedly, like a girl.

“Hey, hey, what’re you doing there?” Pickles asked, his arms automatically wrapping around Toki’s neck.

“Yous walkings funnies,” Toki explained, smiling at Pickles and squeezing him as he walked toward his own bedroom, where the two of them could crash, “So I carries you!”

Pickles wasn’t entirely comfortable with this, but he did like feeling Toki so close. He just hoped no one would decide to walk down the very same hallway they were in.

Toki reached his room, and he set Pickles down on his feet as he opened his door, and the two of them went inside. The door was shut and Toki locked it as Pickles ran over to the comfiest bed in the world, belly flopping onto the blankets and immediately curling up under them, burrowing his face in the soft, blue pillows. He was already half-way asleep when he felt Toki’s weight on the bed, crawling over him and settling down closer to the wall. Toki wrapped his arms around Pickles’ heavily-bundled form and held him close, yawning as he buried his face in a frizzy pile of red dreads.
Pickles decided he could get used to this. Waking up every day before the sun rose to watch Toki work out, then messing around with him, falling asleep together, then getting up later and messing around again…Oh yes, he could easily get used to that. He clasped a hand tightly over Toki’s, smiling when he felt his band mate kiss his - incredibly - sore neck softly and sweetly. Their eyes shut, and together they drifted off to Dreamland.
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