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Pickles knew Toki and Skwisgaar were messing around.
He couldn’t tell whether Nathan and Murderface noticed or not, but he definitely knew. There was something in the air with them. Pickles couldn’t really put his finger on it, and he also didn’t care enough to prod in, but there’s simply something that changes when two people get involved with each other like that.
Ironically, whatever was going on, was only changing Dethklok for the better. Their performances were more synchronized, their rehearsals more effective and the recordings faster. Toki was also practicing for once. Pickles was half amazed, half wait-that-makes-sense that all Toki needed to work seriously was take Skwisgaar’s dick. Or the other way? Or both? He had no idea.
He really wasn’t planning to get involved whatsoever. Anything that helped Dethklok get better was good news for him as far as he was concerned. However, life had something else in the cards for him.
It was yet another post-concert party, where they got their dicks sucked (metaphorically and literally) about how good they were, how talented of a band they were. Where the drugs and alcohol were just as abundant as the girls flocking around them. Pickles had been having a pretty good time for a few hours when it occurred to him, no, it was more like his bladder told him that he needed to pee.
Not even bothering to zip his pants back up, Pickles walked to the nearest toilet, stumbling a few times along the way. He tried to force the doorknob open with his free hand, only to find out it was locked. Grumbling, he continued his walk down the corridor, knocking on the doors he saw. Locked, under repair, locked again, what the hell was going on?
At some point, he saw a door semi-open, and he kicked it open without stopping to think whether it was leading to a bathroom or not. This fucking house was so big that Pickles wasn’t sure he actually knew it completely.
And what he saw was enough to drop his beer and forget he wanted to pee at all.
A shirtless Toki was straddling Skwisgaar in what vaguely seemed like a room that Pickles didn’t quite remember in his state. They were kissing a bit too hard for people who were just fooling with each other. Skwisgaar lazily felt up Toki’s covered crotch, teasing him.
It’s one thing to assume your bandmates are fucking, it’s another entirely to see them go at it. He hadn’t really registered them leaving the party, or else he would’ve been more careful. Walking into this was…
Skwisgaar noticed him first, opening his eyes mid-kiss to glance at the frozen Pickles standing by the door. He pulled away from Toki and exclaimed, “Pickle!”
In turn, Toki turned to him and his eyes went wider than usual. “Oh, wowee!” He slurred with surprise. “Pickle is here!”
“Toki,” Skwisgaar said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Ams told you to lock dem doors.”
“Sorries…” Toki apologized, although he didn’t appear sorry at all. He got off Skwisgaar and landed on the floor quite clumsily. “I forgots…”
After a moment where Skwisgaar seemed to consider the variables, he shrugged and took a jug of the bottle on the nightstand next to him. “Whatevors!”
Toki’s grin was lopsided as he approached Pickles. “Wants to have funsies, Pickle?”
Finally recovering his motor skills, Pickles blinked. “Whet?”
“You knows…” Toki dragged a finger down Pickles’ chest. “Since you ams already here…”
Albeit initially surprised by Toki’s suggestion, Skwisgaar quickly got on his feet and joined them. “Ja, joins us, Pickle.”
Pickles stared at them bewildered, although not as much as he would if he was sober. “Nuh, I’m just gunna go…”
He began turning around when Skwisgaar slammed his hand on the spot next to Pickles’ head.
“Dood!” Pickles exclaimed, startled.
“You can’ts.” Skwisgaar declared, his stare hardly focused on him. “Yous seens too much.”
Pickles frowned. “I’m nut gunna tell anyone. I dun’t care whet ye do.” He was wondering if he should bend to leave from under Skwisgaar’s arm or just shove him away, but he felt Toki huddle next to him, and he lost his current string of thoughts.
“Oh, come on, Pickle!” Toki insisted, too close for comfort. “You knows you wanna…” He mouthed against Pickles’ neck, and the latter shuddered.
“H-Hold awn…” Pickles lightly tried to push him away.
Skwisgaar smirked, looking down. “You ams so hard already.” He said, and almost immediately, began rubbing his thigh against Pickles’ groin.
Fuck, Skwisgaar wasn’t lying. He really was fucking hard, and now that he was so intoxicated he could admit to himself he was a little curious about what Skwisgaar and Toki were doing together. Pickles had had his fair share of experimenting with men back in Snakes n’ Barrels, he just didn’t think it was something he was allowed to talk about with Dethklok. Until very recently, he was pretty sure they all just…fucked women. Just women.
If that wasn’t the case, then fuck it, he could have in on the fun too. See what they got.
As Toki buried his face in Pickles’ neck, suckling its skin, Pickles mentally opened his self-control padlock and raised his hand so that it could wander over Toki’s abs. Holy shit, they were fucking hard, man. Toki was so fit. Pickles didn’t think he had ever been fit, not even when he was in Snakes ‘n Barrels. At most, his stomach was flat.
And here was Toki, with a torso that seemed like it had been carved by the gods themselves. Like some kind of beautiful Greek sculpture trying to get on with him.
That was fucking hot.
His hand palmed downwards, following Toki’s happy trail, and Toki hummed in approval, moving up to Pickles’ jaw. He gulped in expectation, slowly grazing at the waist of Toki’s pants. Suddenly, he felt his face being moved to the left and was met with Skwisgaar’s inscrutable eyes.
“Just lets us services you.” He said, before expertly grabbing a hold of Pickles’ dick with his free hand, a strong grip on the shaft.
“Oh!” Pickles let out, his lips curved into a perfect O.
Unceremoniously, Skwisgaar started stroking him, his stare fixed on Pickles’. “You likes that, huhn?” He asked upon seeing the way Pickles’ face contorted with pleasure.
“Fuck…” Pickles groaned, doubling over.
“Pickle is a sluts…” Toki whispered against his ear, and he hated the things it did to his dick. With a giggle, Toki pulled away to take a good look at Pickles. “You ams as red as your hairs.” He commented, amused.
“Ja.” Skwisgaar chuckled with a half-lidded gaze, still stroking Pickles’ member. “He can’ts handles us, Toki.”
“He reallies can’ts!” Toki agreed, then cupped Pickles’ face. “Wassat matter, Pickle? Too manies attentions?” He smiled and leaned in.
When their lips brushed, it really dawned on Pickles how screwed up the whole situation was. He wasn’t supposed to be fucking his bandmates. That should be a red line, even for him. It should be crossed out, forbidden.
And maybe that’s exactly why it was the most attractive thing in the world right now.
As he let his tongue dance with Toki’s, he felt the stroking decrease. Probably Skwisgaar not want him to come too fast which, while understandable, was very frustrating, so he compensated by kissing Toki harder. He could feel the corners of Toki’s mouth curl up, and Pickles wondered if the guitarist was good at giving head because he sure was damn good at kissing.
His eyelids shut, he had no idea what was going on, but he was pretty sure they were moving, or at least the tiles under them were moving. The hand on his dick was gone and, when he was about to complain about it, he fell and bounced on the bed. His eyes opened at once and saw Toki and Skwisgaar leering down at him, his own personal incubus.
Toki turned to Skwisgaar and kissed him in turn, and Pickles could tell there was a different thing going on there. With Pickles, Toki had kissed him like he wanted him to melt and with Skwisgaar, Toki was kissing him like he was the one melting instead. Not that Skwisgaar wasn’t all fairly enthusiastic about it. It was simultaneously hot and kind of disgusting and Pickles was getting ready to jerk off at the sight when Toki broke it off.
“Bad Pickle.” He scolded him, but was too delighted for the lecturing to be taken seriously. With little to no delicacy, he dragged Pickles’ pants to his knees, taking a long, hard look at his dick. “Oh, wowee…” Marveled, he placed his hand on its shaft. “Looks how hards it is, Skwisgaar.”
“Ja, ja.” Skwisgaar was unimpressed as he moved Toki away and dropped to his knees between Pickles’ legs.
“Waits a minutes.” Toki grabbed Skwisgaar by the shoulder. “I was gonna sucks Pickle’s pickle!”
Pickle’s…? Did he mean his dick?
“Yous has mediocres head givingks.” The blond retorted with a side-eye. “Pickle will feels better with me.”
“Unfairsies! Yous just wants to brag!” Toki pointed at him, outraged. “Yous wanna make me looks bad!”
Rolling his eyes, Skwisgaar dipped his head until his lips kissed the tip of Pickles’ member. It briefly occurred to him that perhaps the reason Skwisgaar was being so zealous wasn’t for Pickles’ sake.
Of course, he forgot all about it as soon as Skwisgaar took his length at once, without flinching. Pickles let his head fall back, trying to control his breathing and his twitching feet. Skwisgaar was rhythmical, methodical even. His head bobbed up and down, lips easily sliding in and out of his dick, not even a semblance of gagging in his throat. His blonde mane was all over the place, spreading over Pickles’ inner thighs, tickling him with repetitive motions.
Weakly, he placed a hand on Skwisgaar’s scalp and grabbed a handful of his hair. When he pulled from it, Skwisgaar gripped his wrist, as if he was telling him that he knew what he was doing. As if he believed he knew better than Pickles.
Didn’t stop Pickles from trying, though. Against the warning, he pushed Skwisgaar’s head down, shoving his full length inside Skwisgaar’s throat. His nose crashed against Pickles’ pelvis, and something akin to a grunt came from his mouth. Pickles thought that Skwisgaar would complain, but instead he continued, blowing him more aggressively than before. Guess he really was committed.
At some point, Toki took off his shirt, and it would’ve made Pickles self-conscious how much he was staring if he wasn’t so gone by then. With a devious grin, Toki bent over and lazily dragged his tongue over Pickles’ navel. Leaving a fine trail of saliva, he made his way up, until he was licking his right nipple and rubbing the left one with his hand. Shit, he had always been sensitive there, did Toki know that?
Pickles dragged his ankles down the mattress, moaning like a cat in heat all the way. The contrast between Toki’s almost-affectionate petting versus Skwisgaar’s mechanical handling was decidedly too much on his brain. It was hard to focus on anything that wasn’t the touches, the mouths on him.
He didn’t notice Toki’s eyes on him at first, until he raised his head and Pickles had no choice but to acknowledge his hungry stare. There had always been something so dark about their youngest band member. Something Pickles frankly didn’t want to deal with, but had fallen prey to just now.
When their lips met again, Pickles couldn’t help arching his back desperately, giving himself to the kiss, something that didn’t go unnoticed by the other. “Says Pickle,” He said, moving to Pickles’ ear, lips grazing against his piercings. “Cans I puts it in?”
“Dood,” Pickles replied earnestly, amused by the question. “Ye can do whatever ye want by this point.”
Toki smiled and they kissed again. As if having caught their exchange, Pickles felt a cold, dainty finger prod at his entrance and he wriggled. It had been a while since he…well, since he got fucked by a guy, and he was already feeling nervous by the idea.
However, his stress lasted little because Skwisgaar was predictably skilled with his fingers, rapidly reaching his g-spot and introducing another, lubed up finger. One hand was on his dick, and the other on his ass, and Toki was making it his personal challenge to penetrate Pickles’ ear with his tongue. He was close to release, and he knew it, so he shut his eyes and enjoyed every moment leading to it until he came with a pitiful cry that he hadn’t heard come from himself in years.
He was catching on his breath, staring at the ceiling, when Skwisgaar hovered over him. Without a word, he closed the distance between them with a kiss. It was different than how it was with Toki, barely any emotion in it and way more raw sexual energy. Pickles welcomed him with parted lips when he realized something besides Skwisgaar’s tongue was entering, or rather, invading his mouth. He tried to pull away, but it was too late.
With a sexually charged kiss, Skwisgaar had returned Pickles’ cum back to him. He couldn’t even be annoyed because, damn, Skwisgaar was getting him hard again with that tongue, those full lips. After unloading all his seed, the blond pulled back and covered Pickles’ mouth, rendering him unable to spit it somewhere else.
“Swallows it.” He ordered, and his fingers, previously having abandoned Pickles’ entrance, were entering him again.
Between moans and whines, Pickles swallowed his own cum as Skwisgaar’s gaze pierced him, digits masterfully prepping him. Figures that if someone was going to force a Dethklok member to swallow, it would be another Dethklok member. And yeah, it was pretty hot, even if it was also humiliating as hell.
“He ams readies now.” Skwisgaar announced, pulling back his fingers and glancing at Toki.
“Okays!” Toki excitedly took his place, finally unzipped his pants and pulled out his-
“Hey.” Skwisgaar lightly tapped Pickles’ cheek. When he turned, he saw Skwisgaar’s erected penis dangling inches away from his face. “Times to return da favors.”
Oh, so that’s how it was going to be. He was going to get spitroasted by these two maniacs. Well, fair enough, he supposed, glancing at Skwisgaar’s member. He was a little worried about his lack of recent practice, though.
Violently, Toki spread his legs and Pickles’ head whipped back to watch him. The guy was positioning himself, with an excited expression on his face. “Lets does this…” He said, placing one hand on Pickles’ hip and stroking his dick with the other, about to enter him.
“Donts get distractions.” Skwisgaar spoke and Pickles returned his attention to him. He pointed at his unattended cock. “Gets to it.”
“Feen, feen.” Pickles mumbled, approaching his lips to the head. If he gagged and puked all the substances he had ingested it was going to be fucking embarrassing. But he couldn’t think about that now, could he?
Seemingly impatient, Skwisgaar grabbed a fistful of his dreads and made him take it at once. The suddenness made Pickle choke, though Skwisgaar didn’t release him, so he had to make do.
It was at that very moment that Toki’s dick began entering him and Pickles found himself moaning as he struggled to keep Skwisgaar’s length in his mouth. It only took seconds before Toki was already entirely inside him. Pickles wanted to look but he couldn’t under Skwisgaar’s iron grip. He did feel, however, Toki’s other hand grip his right hip and he knew what was going to happen.
While Toki was characterized by his naivete and sweetness, Pickles was learning those traits didn’t apply to his behavior in bed. And honestly? That was a total turn-on. Pickles hated it when people tried to take it slow and gentle. They were having sex, not making love! And this, right now, the way Toki was thrusting inside him with satisfied grunts, that was sex.
He almost felt bad for the sloppy blowjob he was giving Skwisgaar, compared to what he got in return, but it was hard to keep steady with Toki ramming his ass at an erratic rhythm. Plus, judging from Skwisgaar’s long groans, he wasn’t doing so bad.
Not like he wasn’t being plenty noisy himself. In fact, he was moaning so loudly as he sucked Skwisgaar’s dick, that it almost sounded fake. Like those amateur pornos where the girl won’t shut up as she gives head to a guy? Except that it was totally genuine, total and true pleasure, he didn’t even care about being overheard by the other two. Not that they would, they were probably busy.
“Keeps…at it…” Skwisgaar ordered, though his tone was way less imposing when he was lolling his head back in ecstasis, hips weakly thrusting into Pickle’s mouth.
Hardened again, Pickles began touching himself with the hand he wasn’t using to support his weight. These fucking guys…
“Ungh…Pickle…you feel so good…” Toki whined, his nails digging deep enough into his skin that Pickles was sure they’d leave marks.
He mumbled the world’s most incomprehensible thank you and Skwisgaar somehow took it as a sign that he wasn’t working hard enough, pushing the tip of his dick against the back of his throat. Almost feeling challenged, he suppressed the urge to gag and vouched to make Skwisgaar be unable to utter another word for their remaining time together.
And he was goddamn managing when Toki did something and hit his spot, rendering him unable to have coherent thoughts or actions besides sucking and stroking dick.
It was shortly after that he came, with Toki hunching up the speed and following him soon enough. Skwisgaar didn’t though but he was close, so he pulled out his dick from an exhausted Pickles and finished the job by himself, splashing his cum all over Pickles’ face.
Snorting, he said, “White suits you, Pickle” before letting his weight fall on the bed too.
Still riding the afterglow, Pickles simply wiped his face with his hands and closed his eyes. He could listen to his own accelerated breathing and heartbeat. Fuck, he was feeling so soothed now, he was so going to pass out. Right here.
Behind him, the bed creaked.
“Mm?” He heard Toki, and his weight shifted.
“Come on, Toki.” Skwisgaar sounded like he was muffled, probably resting on Toki’s back. “Lets me tucks you in.”
“Skwisgaar…” Toki had a surprised tone. “You ams still hornies? Afters all that?”
“Pfft,” The other was derisive. “You knows what I dragged you here for, rights?”
“Wells…”
“What’s dis?” Skwisgaar’s voice was clear again. “You ams playingks hards to get?”
There was a short-lived silence. “Does you wants to fucks me harder than alls them floozies?” Toki asked.
“Uh…ja?” Skwisgaar replied as if it was a really dumb question.
“Good!”
“…Comes here, you dildo.”
Another silence. Probably a kiss. “Oh, wowee!” Toki exclaimed. “Could its be that Skwisgaar from Dethklok loves me?”
“Shuts up, Toki.” Skwisgaar said, though he was chuckling.
At that moment, Pickles gave himself permission to fall asleep so as he didn’t have to hear his bandmates go at it. It worked because he didn’t remember anything else from that night.
The next day, Skwisgaar and Toki didn’t act any differently to him. Nathan and Murderface hadn’t noticed anything either. Rehearsal went as expected: absolutely crappy after a crazy night, with the guitarists arguing at least half of the time and giving everyone a headache.
Though one thing Pickles could say.
He wouldn’t mind having fun with them again.