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Producers and bassists need love too.	By : varenoea Category: +M through R > Metalocalypse > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1452 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Metalocalypse, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-Producers and bassists need love too.
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Murderface didn’t know what had possessed him to do this. He didn’t need help from anyone, did he? He knew exactly what he had in mind for his own side project, didn’t he? That’s why he had called it his solo project.

Then why was he sitting here with Dick Knubbler, who was playing with buttons and swaying to and fro on his chair in front of the mixing desk, and getting an overview over the tracks they had done so far?

The answer was very simple. Having intervention in his solos project was a diminutive nuisance compared to the opportunity of spending more time with Knubbler. It was a bad idea, and Murderface knew it. He should do something about this ridiculous thing he had for his producer. Another man. A man he had to work with. But there was nothing he could do about this animal magnetism Knubbler exuded.

Oozed. He oozed animal magnetism.

It had been six days of recording so far, and nearly all the basic tracks had been done. And then? Then Knubbler would take it all away and mix it, and Murderface would see him once a week. It was hopeless. It was silly. But there was nothing he could do about his nasty heart condition.

“The reverb can’t stay this high”, mumbled Knubbler.

“No.”

“It sounds like you sang it in a cathedral.”

“Awful.” Murderface paused. “Dreadful.”

“We’ll need to pull it down.” Knubbler looked at him.

“Huh?”

“Pull it down. The reverb.”

“Yeah.” Transfixed. He couldn’t take his eyes off these lips. Couldn’t stop thinking that the more he was breathing the same air as Knubbler, the more it was like they were exchanging breaths, like their faces were close together, almost like a kiss. The air in here was thick and humid.

Knubbler sighed. “William, I’ve spent all day in this studio with you and all I wanna do is bend you over that desk and bang the living daylights out of you.”

Hello Sigmund. How’s the subconscious?
“Sorry, I didn’t hear that right”, he mumbled. “What’s that you said?”

His face was suddenly clasped and turned around to face Knubbler, whose eyes focused on him with a buzzing noise. “What part of I want in your pants don’t you understand?” he said. With this voice, it sounded as determined as a mole with hayfever, but it was good enough for Murderface. He was frozen with awe, staring at his friend, whose chest was heaving with passion.

“My God”, he whispered.

“I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I saw you”, huffed Knubbler. “I knew right there you were made for me. I can’t hold back any longer. William, stop me now and tell me to leave, or I swear I will have my way with you!”

He couldn’t breathe, or speak. All he could do was whisper: “Do. Please do.”

A rough kiss was pressed onto his lips, and Knubbler’s tongue was shoved into his mouth. He felt teeth when Knubbler bit his lower lip, and finally replied by shoving his tongue over into Knubbler’s mouth with all the ardour he had inside him.

Their tongues were slipping along each other, poking, stroking, fighting for dominance. Murderface pressed Knubbler against his own chest. Right now, he wouldn’t care if he broke Knubbler’s ribs. He had been waiting for too long.

Knubbler’s hands came between their bodies and shoved Murderface’s shirt up. His fingers raked Murderface’s belly like claws. And it felt good. He clenched his teeth and hissed. “From seeing you… I would never have thought what a stick of dynamite you are.”

Knubbler grinned and pulled his mouth away. His lips were shiny with wetness. “It’s you. I want you. Right now. Right here.”

Murderface felt Knubbler’s fingers on his fly. He couldn’t even lay his own fingers on the other man’s zipper before his own trousers fell to the floor. Knubbler, using all his strength, turned him around and bit him in the shoulder. “Right now”, he growled.

Murderface was slammed forward into the mixing desk. The buttons were poking into his chest and belly, but he didn’t mind. Also, he was sufficiently padded.

He heard Knubbler spit in his hand. “This is gonna be a rough ride.”

“Good”, he growled. “I like pain.”

He waited for the pain and pleasure to come; Knubbler panted and then held still. “William? Are you alright?”

“Uhm, yes…” Murderface shifted and then carefully inquired: “Are you… uhm… all the way in?”

“Yeah.” Knubbler was grinding his hips against Murderface’s ass.

“It’s not… very… painful so far.”

“Really?” Knubbler drew his arm back, and there was a sharp slap against Murderface’s ass. “Then I suggest you tighten up!” And when he didn’t comply at once, there was a slap on the other side.

“Oooow yes!” he groaned, and tightened everything down there as quickly as he could. Yeah. That was better. Knubbler thrust forward into him, and this time there was a whole lot more to be felt.

“You gonna…uhn… shave that ass for me… uhn… next time?”

There would be a next time. Oh Yes. “Yeah.”

“That’s gonna be even nicer. All the way down the crack.”

He would have shaved anything. Knubbler’s hands were still pressing into his hips, and his own cock was begging for attention. His skin was covered in sweat. Every time Knubbler’s hips hit his ass, they were stuck together with hot sweat for a moment.

He spat in his hand and reached under himself to jerk off. Knubbler understood and pulled his hips back, away from the desk, to give him more room. The pleasure became overwhelming.

He felt another stinging slap on his butt. “Don’t get slack now!” he heard Knubbler order him from behind. He gnashed his teeth, and concentrated, and tightened his muscles again. It was hard to concentrate while being fucked into heaven. He pressed his forehead into the desk and groaned.

There it was. That was the ticket. Just don’t let loose now, tilt your hips a bit upward so you get the best angle, and don’t… fuck YEAAAAAAH….

He gasped, nearly lost conscience with strain, and then made a mess on the mixing desk. Came with Knubbler’s dick inside him and wished it would never stop.

When he came down from the high, he noticed that he had drooled over some buttons. All the others under him were soiled with sperm.

That felt good.

He sighed and leaned into the desk, waiting for Knubbler to finish, enjoying the last thrusts and the feeling of Knubbler’s dick swelling up even harder inside him.

“AH!” Knubbler gasped like a dying man and thrust forward one last time, and then held completely still while he squirted his load into Murderface’s ass – and finally he collapsed on top of his lover.

Murderface was dizzy. Not just because Knubbler’s collapsing had knocked the wind out of him. He was high on adrenalin and drunk with love. Knubbler’s forehead was lying against the back of his neck, Knubbler’s breath was cooling his sweat-sticky back between his shoulder blades, and Knubbler’s cock was still inside him, almost hard.

“I love you”, Murderface gasped, before he could think about it.

Knubbler’s body on his back went rigid. Oh fuck. He had scared him away. Spilling feelings so quickly. Too early. Or maybe unrequited. He was such a fool.

“You don’t mean that”, Knubbler rasped.

Murderface closed his eyes and pushed his forehead against the buttons.

“Don’t say these things if you don’t mean them”, hissed Knubbler. He pushed himself up, and his cock slipped out. Boy, this felt cold and lonely suddenly. Murderface couldn’t bring himself to looking up and facing his lover.

“You look me in the eye and say that again!” said Knubbler.

Murderface, deciding that it was no use hiding, turned around, holding his trousers together somehow, and leaned against the desk, trembling. Knubbler had folded his arms and was looking at him darkly.

“I love you”, Murderface said in a terribly weak voice.

Knubbler’s face relaxed. The severe expression fell away. His arms unfolded. “This means something to you? It’s not just a little fuck?”

“No. Do you think I like men? No way! But… I like you.” Murderface fumbled his trousers closed. Could it be that he was special to Knubbler? All this time they had spent together, and he had never noticed?

Knubbler was stuttering. “This is really not just a one-night stand? William, you’re just a gorgeous talented man, you could have anybody! And you want me?”

Murderface began to wonder if the robotic goggles had possibly done something to Knubbler’s perception of reality, but there they were. “Yeah. I need you worse than booze. I want you to be mine. And if you screw around on me, I’ll fucking rip your intestines to pieces!”

Knubbler’s face pulled into a smile, and he leaned forward and kissed Murderface softly on the mouth. “What do you say, want to go and have a shower?”

Murderface nodded. “Are you driving home tonight?” he asked casually.

Knubbler smiled, with a hint of shyness. “I’ll sleep here with you, if you’ll have me.”

Murderface grinned. “That can be arranged.” He was completely sated now, but he had the feeling that his libido wouldn’t leave him alone for long. Not with Knubbler sleeping in his bed.

And he wrapped his arms around his lover and shivered at the thought of what had just happened. They had probably fucked up the mixing desk. But… what the heck! They had fucked!

And that was what mattered.
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