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“Can you just hurry the fuck up?” A boy with blue hair rolled his eye. His pants were around his ankles and so were his boxers, and he was leaned against a dirty sink in a hot, sweaty club. The music was pounding outside of this one room bathroom, filling the room with much-needed white noise, and the blue-haired boy had a small ball of sweat dripping from his forehead down to his lips. The sweat was trapped to his skin by a white and pink prosthetic, covering something brutal. “I said to hurry up! I feel fucking stupid just standing here with my dick out.”
“Can you give me a second?” A boy with long brown hair was busy fiddling with a condom packet that just wouldn’t open. “Or do you want me to raw you this time?”
“As if you have the balls to do that. Look, just fucking give it to me.” He snatched the condom out of the brunette’s hands. “Idiot.”
“Hey!”
With ease, the shorter boy tore open the pack with his long fingers. “Now take it, put it on, and fuck me already. We’re running late.” He held it out at him with just an index and thumb, like it was a disgusting tissue.
“Aw, what? Scared of getting caught?” The brunette undid his pants and pulled out his erection. “Bite me, Sal. You take longer getting ready to suck my dick on a good day.” He rolled on the condom with a shaking hand before walking up to the other boy. He stood about a foot taller than him. He smelled like weed and vanilla. “Lean back, rockstar.”
Sal started to lift himself on to the sink counter, but the other boy got impatient and decided to lift him by the waist with one arm while guiding his thick cock to his lubed entrance. Both boys let out aggressive moans as the heat and pleasured filled them both up. As if a switch was flipped, the brunette put one hand against the wall to steady himself before pounding into the other.
“Oh, fuck, Larry!” Sal groaned. He put one of his hands behind him to support him. His eyes closed and his mouth hung open as little yelps escaped his throat. “Harder! Make it fucking hurt!”
Larry obliged, thrusting harder while moaning loudly into Sal’s ear. He nipped along Sal’s long, pale neck. “You’re such a fucking slut.” He bit down hard on his earlobe, making him scream into Larry’s neck.
It was true. Sal Fisher was a slut. He fucks former friends and current rivals in the bathroom of venues they just played. He lets out whimpers of pleasure in gross underground clubs while rock music plays just outside. But he wasn’t the only slut here. Larry gets on his knees in empty green rooms during intermissions, too. And Larry pulls Sal’s hair in the empty tour buses while he fucks Sal from behind and leaves bites on his spine.
Sal’s hand started to trail up Larry’s back, but before he could shove his nails into his tan skin, his wrist was grabbed and slammed against the wall. “Not this time.” Larry panted. “They almost fucking noticed. Nosey little fuckers.” He smirked. “I told them that you were a groupie.” Thrust. “A big-tit slut.” Thrust. “Someone I could actually tolerate!”
“Someone you could tolerate?” Sal growled. “You’re lucky I even let you near me. You can’t stop yourself from being obsessed with my fucking ass.”
“You’re the one always waiting for me!” Larry slammed into him. “Waiting for me. Bent over like a little bitch.” And with a final thrust, Larry doubled over and pressed his forehead into Sal’s prosthetic mask. He’s hands shook and for a second, it seemed like he would drop Sal as he came. He let out one final moan before taking Sal’s throbbing erection into his hand. “Hurry the fuck up!” He said in a mocking tone.
“That was fast!”
Larry shrugged. “I played a good show. I deserve it.”
Sal pushed back against Larry’s forehead. He made sure Larry could stare into his eye. He stared at his piercings, his scruff, his dark brown eyes that were full of something animal. “I fucking hate your guts.”
“I would have never guessed.” He glared back. “For someone who hates my guts, you sure do love my cock in your ass.” He took his other hand and tangled it into Sal’s shaggy blue hair, which was tied up in pigtails. He yanked, hard, forcing Sal to look down at his own dick as Larry’s jerked him off. The sight alone was just too much for Sal, and he let out a strangled moan while he came onto his own stomach.
Larry grabbed Sal’s face and pulled it up to look at him. “Next time, bring a fucking muzzle. I hate your fucking voice.” He lifted Sal by the waist to get himself out of him. He turned away and zipped his pants back up. He flung the dirty condom into the toilet.
Sal frowned and started to pull his pants back up. “Fuck you. I hope you trip in Phoenix. Break your fucking ankle.”
“I hope you break your hand. Good luck ever headlining without a guitarist.”
“I hope your bus crashes!” Sal shouted. He walked forward and shove Larry’s arm. “Would love to see your intestines all over the road. Have my driver run over it. Spread it farther.”
Larry narrowed his eyes and smirked. His lip piercing shined in the bathroom lights. “I wish I could see under your face. I wish I could see the looks you fucking give me.” He hesitated for a second before turning around. “See you in Phoenix, Sally Face.”
And with that, the door to the bathroom slammed shut.
Sal paused for a moment before turning around to look in the mirror. His mask stared back at him, empty eyeholes and a flat expression. Nothingness.
Good. That’s all Larry Johnson deserved to see.
Larry Johnson.
Larry fucking Johnson.
He stormed out of the bathroom after about five minutes. The coast should be clear enough. He pushed through pulsing, sweaty, sexy crowds to the backdoor of the club and out onto the street. There were four people waiting outside of a large red tour bus, two smoking like chimneys and two stuffing their faces with McDonalds. In a large, demonic font, the bus read ‘The Sally Face Killers’. A big imagine of Sal’s mask started back at him.
“You’re late. Again.” A girl in a purple top dropped her cigarette and rubbed it into the ground with her heel. The girl with grey hair next to her did the same.
“Sanity’s Fall pulled out a few minutes ago. That have to do with anything?”
“Not at all. Got caught up talking to a guy on the dancefloor.” Sal walked up and crossed his arms, feeling weirdly exposed in the hot summer air. “I’m fine, Ash. It was a no-go. He just wanted me to show his demo to Red.” He rolled his eyes. “We should head out. It’s my fault we’re already late. I don’t want to miss the interviews tomorrow.”
“They’re doing one with Sanity’s Fall, too.” Todd finished his burger and sat back against the side of the bus. Next to him, a boy with a baseball cap was finishing burger number three. “Theirs is before ours. Keep your temper in control this time, okay?”
Sal just nodded back silently before walking inside the bus.
“If Maple and Chug have tour bus sex during an interview again, I’m suing all of you for emotional damages.” Ash laughed before following Sal.
She followed him through the bus to his small, cramped bed, where he curled up silently and faced the plastic wall. “Sal?” She asked quietly. “What actually happened?”
“Nothing.” He muttered through his mask.
“I know it had to do with Larry. I know you.” She sat on her own bed across the aisle from his. “After like seven years of friendship, you would think some honesty is in order.”
“I’m not going to answer you.” Sal reached up and unbuckled his mask. “I just want to sleep. This show was hard. I was bad.”
“It was hard because Larry was here. You know for a fact you didn’t fuck up once. You never do.” Sal could hear Ash crawl backwards into her bed. “I will be here, reading all night once again if you need to talk.” She could never sleep during the drives.
Sal pulled up his thin throw blanket around himself. “You’ll see me after a nightmare or two. Maybe I can actually finish the new single’s lyrics before we get back to HQ.” He heard Chug climb onto the bus, with Maple and Todd following behind.
“No breaks this time!” Chug called as he started the bus. “Get comfortable.”
“Oh, Sal?” Ash whispered. “He left a hickey. Behind your ear.”
He slapped a hand on his neck. “Motherfucker.” He muttered before pulling the blanket up higher.
“Goodnight, Sal.” She smirked and sat back in her bed. “See you in Phoenix.”
