Once again, I'm inviting wicked sis BLMorticia to brief this week with the prompt
"What did you just say?"
BL is previewing her new project called the Wretched!
“Corey…goddamnit!
Corey! Ughhhh…” Vocalist Nicolai Zander winced and writhed in pain on the floor
after attempting to do high leg kick ala David Lee Roth. “Shiiittt…fuckin’
hurts! Coreeyyyy!”
Fresh out
the shower with only a small towel wrapped around his waist, bassist Corey Patrick
came running to his aid. “Fuck Nicolai, what’dya do now?” Brown eyes narrowed
in Nicolai’s direction but it didn’t deter Nicholai from desiring him.
Damn.
“Fuckin’
twisted my goddamn ankle or some shit, dude. Help me up!” Nicolai tried pushing
himself up without putting a lot of weight on his foot but to no avail.
Not
worrying about exposing himself, Corey easily picked up Nicolai and carried him
to the couch like a small baby. Nicolai couldn’t help but get excited about
this moment they shared, albeit under the wrong damn circumstances. “Might
hafta’ go to the hospital, dude.”
“Hells no,
man. We got a show to do!” Corey dropped him like a sack of potatoes and went
back for his towel to finish drying off. “Why the hell did ya’ decide to add the
acrobatic shit to your stage show, man. Ya’ don’t need it!”
Nicolai
rubbed his sore ankle trying to distract himself from the tall, naked, reddish
blond in front of him. “I wanted to try somethin’ new is all! Ya’ know we need to
stay on top of things, Corey. You know the business. Five minutes of fame and
before ya’ know it, you’re part of yesterday’s news. Plus…I didn’t want anyone
to say I’m a ol geezer up on stage!”
Not paying
Nicolai any mind, Corey continued to run the cloth over his long strands. Beads
of water still on his broad shoulders, melding in with his angel of death tattoo
on his bicep.
Fuckin’ hot.
Nicolai
licked his lips, his cock stood at attention underneath his black baggy
trousers. Nothing he wanted more than to fuck the taste out of Corey Patrick’s
mouth right now but he turned him down quite a long time ago.
What the fuck was I thinkin’?
“Nicolai, don’t
do that shit, man. Remember, you didn’t
want this!” Corey gripped his slightly hairy balls and walked to the other side
of the room, grabbing his stage clothes. He pressed them to his nose and took a
whiff. Corey only nodded, obviously thinking they were okay to wear. “And
besides, I wouldn’t touch that with a ten foot pole now that I know who ya’
been fuckin’ around with!”
Nicolai
only grinned and crossed his arms over his stomach. Yeah he had a moment with
the Williams twins, who Corey aptly named Lefty and Righty along with a few of
their friends from an all-girl metal band called Chicks from Hell.
Ah good times.
“Corey,
damnit…” Nicolai struggled to straighten himself on the couch. “How could I
refuse eight hot women who wanted to fuck and smoke weed all night, hmm? Just ‘cause
you like dick more than pussy…”
“What did
you just say?” Corey cocked an eyebrow.
“You heard
me.”
“Nicolai, I’m
in for just about anything sexual, but even I
have fuckin’ standards!” Corey’s wild brown eyes met Nicolai’s while he yanked
his pants over his slim waist. Obviously the man was angry about Nicolai’s choice
of women for that evening but he wasn’t the least bit afraid of Corey’s
attitude. In fact, it aroused him.
“You ain’t
wearin’ none?” Nicolai reached for his bag of joints and picked one out.
“Do I
ever?” Corey answered with a scowl.
“Well,
there was one time you did, smart ass. I’ve told ya’ ‘bout goin’ commando,
dude.”
“What?
Easier to whip it out when I need to piss in an alley or get my dick sucked by
some overly appreciative fan,” he grinned. “Is that how you’re recoverin’ from
the ankle?” Corey pointed at the marijuana.
“Yep,
guess so. Nothin' like some weed and a little liquor to make ya' feel good!” Nicolai inhaled and his eyes fluttered. Almost as good as sex! “I’ll have the medic tape it up for now.
Guess I won’t be doin’ any more of them jumps!”
“Uh no, you should just play the ol’ geezer role and wear it 'til you decide you
can’t do it anymore.”
“Fuck you! It ain’t never comin’ to that! I’ma die on this stage man but I wanna make sure
I can still make the fuckers out there smile and give me horns!” Nicolai banged
his head to the melody playing in his brain and flash the metal sign with his
freehand.
“Yeah? Is
that all ya’ care about, Nicolai? Well damn, I hope you wise up a lil’ bit and
realize music isn’t what life’s all about. Lovin' somebody and them lovin' you
back is!” Corey zipped up his pants and
walked out.
Nicolai, stunned from that statement, continued to ogle the
space his bassist left. He took another toke from his joint and settled back on
the couch cushions. The more the drugs set in, the more the pain in his heart
and ankle went away.
I do
love ya’ Corey, I just can’t show you or anyone else right now!
Whew, hope you enjoyed. Please check out more on the Metalrotica series coming in January 2013 at this site
Make sure you read our other flashers this week!
Victoria Adams m/f
Lily Sawyer m/m
MC Houle m/m
Elyzabeth VaLey m/f
Cia Nordwell m/m
Elizabeth Morgan m/f
Elyzabeth VaLey m/f
Tali Spencer m/m
Julie Lynn Hayes m/m
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2 comments:
Interesting back and forth between these guys. Corey seems grounded, but I fear for Nicolai. He's about to get thrown off his game, I think. :)
They both sounds more than a little bit conflicted, to tell you the truth! I found the back and forth dialogue to be a little confusing at times, otherwise a good emotional scene showcased.
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