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Post by VENOM DIMINUENDO, on Dec 22, 2010 19:02:50 GMT -5
Venom trudged slowly along the corridor in the hotel. He'd just come from his own room, where he'd covered himself in the black paint he loved so much, and straightened and back-combed his hair. Just the usual procedures for Venom.
He was going to see Lucky, his band mate. The man that he was in love with, much as he might deny it. He was just going for a chat, although that probably wouldn't work out well, since Lucky never really talked very much.. He always seemed to be busy, or going somewhere. And Venom knew that he just wanted to be off in bed with some girl.. That really hurt Venom, but there was nothing that he could do. Lucky would never want him. Venom didn't even know if he was bisexual or not..
He held his hand up to the door, and paused for a few moments, wondering if he should really go and see Lucky. Sure, he'd get to see him, and feel happy for a few moments. But then there was always the time after he'd seen him when he longed to be back with him again. Every time that Venom saw Lucky, things seemed to get worse, and he loved him that little bit more.
He sighed, and closed his eyes, then knocked on the door three times. He tousled his hair a little so that it had more volume, and then waited for Lucky to come to the door. And then he started thinking.. What if Lucky didn't answer the door? What if there was another girl in the room? What if Lucky didn't want him there? He began to regret knocking, and turned around to walk away. It's better for Lucky not to see him at the door than for him to be angry at him.
But before he could walk away, the door clicked, and there he was, standing in front of Venom. Venom smiled, and swallowed the lump in his throat. Lucky looked just as hot as usual, with the tattoos that reached all the way to his neck. His tattoos were so much cooler than Venom's. All Venom had was a few crosses and a Batman tribute. Lucky had it all over his torso. His amazing torso.. Venom shook those thoughts away, and clicked back into the real world.
"Hey, Lucky," he said cooly. "Can I come in? It's totally boring in my room.. My maid isn't even hot.. she's like, eighty.." He looked edgily around, wondering if Lucky could tell that he was just saying that so that maybe Lucky would like him, and invite him in.
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Post by LUCKY TYLER BLACK, on Dec 22, 2010 19:43:07 GMT -5
Lucky didn’t really like staying in hotels. He honestly missed the bus days, the days where him and his band mates would sit around and smoke weed, and talk before they went to sleep, instead of just sitting in separate hotel rooms. It seems silly to miss because Lucky didn’t even really talk that much but he really hated being alone too. When things were quite Lucky got bored, and angry. Lucky had just gotten in from a club and was a little tipsy. He hadn’t really put much though into his clothes today and was wearing a black shirt and skinny jeans as usual. His shoes were the first thing to come off so he was walking around the hotel in socks.
He sighed and ran his fingers through his now messy hair. Lucky was considering calling someone to come over. A girl perhaps, probably a girl. Yes, he had already gotten laid. A girl at the club had dragged him into the bathroom and gone all out. Lucky smiled rethinking the way she tasted and felt his pocket for her green thong he was keeping. It had been a good four hours since then so he wouldn’t mind having a girl or two running around his room. He picked up his phone and started going through his contacts looking a girl, any girl, any decently looking girl. He sighed not in the mood for any girl he could think of, he got up and grabbed a beer.
Then a knock. Lucky opened to door to see Venom. Lucky started blankly wondering if there was any real point to this visit. Lucky shrugged and smiled a little. “No, dude, I’m not doing shit” He leaned aside to let him come him. “It’s boring in here too.” Lucky close to door after and proceeded to drink his beer. Lucky was actually pretty glad he has come over. Venom was one of Lucky’s favorite people to hang out with. Lucky tugged off his shirt, since he pretty much never wore a shirt inside. He had all these tattoos, why not show them off?
“Here” He said tossing a beer at Venom. Lucky sat down in the bed and took a huge gulp out of his can.
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Post by VENOM DIMINUENDO, on Dec 22, 2010 20:09:55 GMT -5
"No, dude, I'm not doing shit. It's boring in here too," Lucky said. Trying to get rid of Venom, perhaps? He sure hoped not.. That would mean that their relationship had taken a step back, rather than the steps forward that Venom so frequently wished for.
"Well, I want some company, anyway.. I don't like being in a room alone." He walked over to Lucky's bed, and sat by the pillows, crossing his legs, and facing straight froward, looking at Lucky. He could tell that Lucky was slightly drunk. And his room smelt of beer, too. He wondered how many people had been in the bed that Venom was sat on.. But then also wondered if Lucky even had that much class that he'd use a bed.
"I hope I'm not.." Venom watched as Lucky pulled off his shirt, and was once against blown away by the way his tattoos looked.. "I hope I'm not bothering you." He swallowed hard again, still looking at Lucky and longing for him. But Venom would never make a move on Lucky. It was way too risky, even though he didn't doubt that Lucky would want to do something with him, just to try something new. If it even was new to him..
Venom caught the beer can that flew through their air at him, and cracked it open, gulping it down. He shuffled closer to Venom, and pulled out some weed that he'd rolled earlier, and a lighter. He put it in his mouth, and held the flame to the end, puffing a little to get the end lit. "Weed's getting fucking expensive now-a-days, bro." He took in a deep breath, then another, and puffed the smoke back out again. "But it's worth it." He passed it over to Lucky, and couldn't resist a glance at his bare chest as he did so.
He lay back on the bed, and stared up at the ceiling, folding his hands on his stomach. He wondered how long it would take before somebody noticed the smoke and the smell. They'd probably get kicked out of the hotel, not that it mattered. They could just go hang out like they used to. He wanted all the band to be together, because recently it felt like they'd been growing apart.
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Post by LUCKY TYLER BLACK, on Dec 23, 2010 13:21:25 GMT -5
Lucky really did like spending time with Venom, he was a really nice guy. He was one of his few friends that Lucky didn’t mind just chilling with. He was good company and never really got annoying. That might be Lucky’s problem. Unless someone was under or over him moaning, he found them annoying. But Venom was just cool to sit with and smoke. Plus Lucky liked the way Venom looked at him, it was excited. Yes, Lucky knew Venom was interested. He did an awful job showing it. Every time Lucky was hooking up with a girl Venom wouldn’t look away and tried to do everything to stop it. Lucky didn’t mind at all. He liked being adored.
“Youre not bothering me. I was just going to drink some more, and pass out. I was thinking about calling some girls over, but now that you’re here I don’t need to” Lucky rested his head on Venom’s shoulder and turned on the TV. Random old sitcoms. Lucky mostly did it just for background noise since he hated silence.
Lucky had slept with guys before. One of the two people Lucky has ever dated was a guy, so it’s pretty clear that likes boys, even though he mostly sticks to women. Lucky took the weed from Venom and inhaled quite a large amount of it. Lucky held it in and let his head slide down from Venom’s shoulder into his lap. He laid there looking up at him blowing smoke rings towards his face.
Yes, Lucky didn’t enjoy teasing him. He was cute when he was strained with temptation. Lucky closed his eyes and waited for the high to take place. This was probably were he felt most comfortable, with a member of his band and weed. Lucky wasn’t a man of many feelings or words, but he honestly enjoyed this. He opened his eyes which were starting to get bloodshot. “Yeah that stuff is worth it, holy shit” Venom always got really good weed.
Lucky stared up at him watching him smoke. Venom was looking pretty good from this angle; Lucky was finding he had the erg to touch him. Probably just the weed, but it was there. Lucky sighed and grabbed the weed again, taking a quicker hit and passing it back. His beer was sitting over on the table but he felt drunk enough for now. The TV was pretty loud in the background but he just kind of laid there started at Venom instead.
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Post by VENOM DIMINUENDO, on Dec 23, 2010 14:33:29 GMT -5
“Youre not bothering me. I was just going to drink some more, and pass out. I was thinking about calling some girls over, but now that you’re here I don’t need to”
Venom smiled. It was nice to actually feel wanted for once. He normally felt like Lucky was pushing him away, but right now it felt like he was glad to see him. Being with Lucky always made him happy, but also made him feel sort of depressed at the back of his mind, knowing that he could never get him. If Lucky knew how he felt, he'd be weirded out, and would probably not want to talk to Ven again. He'd rather go through the pain of only being his friend and seeing him with a girl every day than not be his friend at all.
He sat up again, and leaned his back against the headrest at the top of the bed. Lucky's head fell to rest on Venom's shoulder, and Venom's eyes turned from the now playing tv screen to Lucky. He resisted the urge to run his fingers through Lucky's hair, and flicked his eyes back to the tv screen again, and tried hard to think about something other than Lucky. It was hard to push away such attractive images..
He felt uncomfortable with Lucky's head on his shoulder, but when he moved to his lap, it was even worse. He fidgeted, and kept his eyes on the tv screen. It was annoying that Lucky kept blowing smoke in his face, because it distracted him. Finally, he had to look down at Lucky. He breathed in some of the smoke, and smiled awkwardly at him. There was a stray piece of hair covering Lucky's bloodshot eyes, and Venom moved his hand to brush it out of the way, and immediately regretted doing this. That was usually what he did when he was trying to get somebody to kiss him.. would Lucky notice?
Ven took another puff on the weed, followed by a long gulp of the beer. Maybe if he was more high then the situation would be easier. He always said how he felt when he was drunk, and nobody seemed to care. So Lucky would understand, and Ven probably wouldn't give a shit, either, since he'd probably not remember.
His fingers wandered to Lucky's arm, tracing around Ven's favorite tattoo: the blue ghost. It wasn't a very big tattoo, so he wandered up and down his arm, following the line of stars that trailed up it.
"Lucky -" Venom began. He hadn't thought before speaking. He was going to say something that he'd regret, and changed his mind straight away. He couldn't say that now, but he had to say something. Leaving him hanging there in silence would be weird. He searched through his mind, trying to think of anything to say. "Erm.. have we got any gigs coming up soon?" he asked, even though he knew exactly when they were and weren't playing. It was all he could think of, especially since he was so distracted by Lucky's chest that he was half glad was on show, and half wished he'd put on a shirt.
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Post by LUCKY TYLER BLACK, on Dec 24, 2010 11:04:44 GMT -5
Lucky had always found Venom attractive, that was never even a question. It was more the fact that to Lucky people were play things. He tried to keep that attitude away from his band because he knew that it could hurt people. Lucky didn’t want to hurt any member of his band they were all family to him, and since Venom was probably his best friend he felt even more strongly about not messing around with him. But maybe it was the weed or the beer but he was starting to forget all those reasons. Lucky knew that he was just being a tease right now, and he knew how fucked up that was. But he honestly just didn’t care. He just wanted to touch and be touched.
He laughed seeing how Venom was avoiding his eyes. Lucky glanced over at the TV for a second but the flickering lights were just to upsetting to his eyes. Lucky smiled up at him when he pushed his hair out of his eyes. He knew Venom’s game well enough to know that is exactly what he did when he was hitting on someone. Some people would tell Lucky that this was cruel; teasing someone who was obviously in love with him, but that wasn’t going to stop him. Lucky wasn’t sober, he was horny, plus he found this pretty funny.
Lucky looked back up at him and smiled. Not the awkward smile the Venom kept flashing but his very rare smile. When Lucky was happy he expressed it through actually paying attention. Almost never smiling. But since Venom knew that, he figured that it might make him relax a little. Sadly it didn’t.
Lucky closed his eyes, really liking the way Venom’s fingers felt on his arm. It was nice to be appreciated like that. Most girls just shoved their hands down his pants as fast as he would let them. Not to complain, but it was nice feeling someone actually want the entire Lucky, not just Lucky’s dick. He smiled a little bit again, and just kind of zoned out for a bit. The weed made his mind a little bit spacey and it was hard for him to focus on one thing for two long. He was pretty much falling asleep in Venom’s lap until he said his name. “Hmm?” He questioned his eyes still closed.
"Erm.. have we got any gigs coming up soon?"
His eyes snapped open, and he laughed. “We are on tour, dude. We play a show like every other day. Where the fuck have you been?” Yes Lucky knew that isn’t what he wanted to say, but he was hoping Venom would go back on it and say what he was really thinking, whatever that may be. Lucky saw him keep looking at his chest which again made him smile a little. Getting a little impatient with this how slow this was moving Lucky took a huge drag of the joint and grabbed Venoms hand. He intertwined their fingers, and leaned up, pulling his face less than an inch away from Venoms. Lucky parted his lips and slowly blew the smoke into Venom’s mouth. Letting their lips barely brush against each other. He didn’t move after that, he was honestly very curious to how Venom would react.
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Post by VENOM DIMINUENDO, on Dec 24, 2010 11:30:36 GMT -5
“We are on tour, dude. We play a show like every other day. Where the fuck have you been?”
Venom frowned. He knew that it had been a really stupid question, but it still upset him when Lucky spoke in such a harsh way. Yeah, Lucky probably didn't think it sounded harsh, and yeah, Lucky usually spoke like that. But still, it always ate at Venom when Lucky snapped at him.
"Oh, right. Yeah. Sorry," he whispered, and continued to trace the patterns on Lucky's arm. He thought about saying something that was actually on his mind, but kept his mouth shut. He daren't say too much.
And then Lucky grabbed Venom's hand. His heart seemed to stutter for a moment, and he could have laughed at himself. If it was anyone else that had just linked fingers with him, he would've asked them what the fuck they were doing and why wasn't that hand down his pants? But that was enough with Lucky. He was shocked that Lucky had even taken his hand. He'd never done that before. Venom knew that it was just the drugs acting, but he wanted it to mean something so badly, that he almost had himself convinced that it did. He willingly twined their fingers together, and squeezed Lucky's hand.
It didn't stop there. Lucky sat up, and moved slowly closer. Their lips were less than an inch apart. Lucky blew smoke in Venom's mouth, and he sucked it in, held it there for a while, and blew it back out again. Just as he did so, Lucky's lips brushed ever so slightly against Venom's. As usual, Ven was too scared to make a move. But the little voice inside of his head that always told him to live gave him a little more confidence. The words 'Make it burn always with the hardest flame,' ran through his mind, and for the first time ever, he was glad that he had the mother he did.
Venom lifted the hand that he was leaning on, and wrapped it around Lucky's neck, closing the small space that was between them. Venom parted his lips and closed his eyes. It felt like he was in a dream. Ever since he'd first met Lucky five years ago he'd wanted to kiss him, and now it was happening. And it was every bit as good as he'd imagined. Heart pounding so loud Venom was sure Lucky would be able to hear it, he moved his lips in time to Lucky's. He tasted like beer, only sweeter. He silently begged for Lucky to take this further..
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Post by LUCKY TYLER BLACK, on Dec 24, 2010 15:03:34 GMT -5
Lucky was honestly enjoying just sitting there with Venom. Lucky loved attention and Venom was so in love with that it honestly made Lucky feel special, and important. That was honestly the only thing that Lucky looked for, attention. He just loved knowing that people wanted him. Especially people like Venom who knew that they couldn't have him, and it drove him crazy. Lucky had known that Venom had this infatuation with for a long time now, but he mostly just enjoyed being shirtless around him. It got annoying when he was trying to get girls, like a few days ago when he was trying to get Haylee home. and Vemon kept trying to break them up.
Either way, Lucky was pleased with Venom's attention as of now. Lucky was honestly surprised with Venom actually made the move to kiss him. He reacted like it was second instinct. Pushing Venom's lips apart with his tongue. Lucky pulled himself up more, never pulling away from the kiss. He leaned his body against Venom's chest and gently bit down in his body lip. Lucky was surprised by how much he was enjoying this, how amazing Venom tasted.
Lucky pulled his hand away and ran it through Venom's hair. Grabbing onto it lightly, while he kissed him with the kind of hunger he hadn't felt in a while. Lucky slide his other hand slowly down Venom's chest. Then he started playing with the bottom if his shirt, honestly just wanting Venom to be wearing less, well, everything. Normally at this point of kiss Lucky had them half naked and moaning, but he felt like going slowly tonight. Maybe he was just to drunk to have the coordination, or for once Lucky thought slow was better.
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Post by VENOM DIMINUENDO, on Dec 25, 2010 13:40:22 GMT -5
Venom felt light-headed, and detached. It was like the whole world had turned gray, and nothing mattered any more except Lucky. Lucky had always been the most important thing to Venom, but now it felt as though he was the only important thing.
He moved closer to Lucky, and snaked his arm around his waist, pulling him closer. Their bodies were touching, but it still felt like there was too much space between them. He ran his tongue against Lucky's, kissing him with a hunger he'd never felt before. Lucky was so perfect, he made Venom feel so inferior, like he didn't deserve this.
He opened his eyes for a second, and suddenly stopped still, ad pulled just an inch away from Lucky. His brows furrowed, and suddenly he felt really bad. He knew that Lucky would only hurt him, because this kiss would mean so much to him, but nothing to Lucky. He didn't know if it was worth the pain, just for a few moments happiness.
"Lucky," he whispered, still clinging onto Lucky's body, soaking up the warmth of his flawless skin. "Lucky," he repeated. But he didn't continue. He just closed the kiss again, and hoped that Lucky would forget he ever spoke, as usual. If he said what he's been thinking, the moment would have been lost. He would never have a chance like this again, and he was so afraid of wasting it. There was so many emotions rushing through his mind that he had no idea what he wanted, and what he should do.
He shuddered under Lucky's touch as his hand trailed down his chest and tugged at the bottom of his shirt. His insecurities suddenly seemed much worse than they usually were. He really wished he wasn't so skinny.. Lucky knew that Venom didn't really like taking his shirt off in public, but he'd never been afraid to take it off in this sort of situation. And besides, Lucky had seen him shirtless before. Most people had. It seemed stupid, but he thought that Lucky would judge him more in this situation. He had black paint smothered all over his chest, anyway, so it wouldn't matter. Again, taking a chance, he pulled off his tight black shirt, and nuzzled Lucky.
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Post by LUCKY TYLER BLACK, on Dec 25, 2010 14:44:09 GMT -5
Lucky tugged Venom forwards enough to pull his shirt off and toss it aside. His pulled his lips away just to kiss down his neck and over his shoulders. It was at this point that Lucky’s mind went black. He felt no emotion, and nothing was in his head except for Venom. Well Venom’s body. All he honestly wanted to keep touching him and kissing him. Besides those two things nothing else existed right now. Lucky dug his nails into the back of Venom’s neck and moaned lightly into his skin.
Lucky slide him down into his back and climbed on top of him. Lucky could feel Venom hands everywhere. Lucky moved back to his lips, letting his tongue play with his. Lucky pulled away for a second to lean off the side of the bed and grab a condom. He threw it on the pillow and went back to Venom’s neck. Grazing his teeth against his skin. Lucky couldn’t even tell he was high anymore, He felt as if he was on fire, but Venom’s skin burned against his.
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So, Lucky had sex with Venom. Probably the first rule of being in a band was not to fuck your bandmates. It tends to make things complicated. Lucky was now laying there in his hotel room in only boxers. They were lying pretty close to each other surprisingly. Not cuddling by any means but they’re arms were brushing against each other, and that was like spooning for what Lucky normally did. Is Venom was anybody else he would out in the hall way in his undies right now, but he was his buddy so he got special treatment I guess.
Lucky didn’t feel awkward, at all. He felt good honestly. He was very surprised by how good that felt. He never thought that Venom would be the kind of guy to get him off like that, but you can be surprised. “Well” Lucky started breaking the silence. “That was better than any girl I could have called up here.” He said that like he was congratulating him on getting a new solo down. But sex was so casual to Lucky, he probably would have been more excited about the guitar. He leaned over and got out his cigarettes, he put one in his lips and handed Venom one. Lit it, and passed the lighter over.
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Post by VENOM DIMINUENDO, on Dec 25, 2010 19:25:15 GMT -5
Venom was still in shock from what had just happened. It didn't feel real. Nothing good ever felt real.. It reminded him strangely of the first time he played on stage at a gig. Everything blurred past, and it was just him and the guitar. And a few minutes ago, it had been the same, but with Lucky rather than a guitar. Of course, Venom would trade any guitar in the world for Lucky, and they were too very different things, but similar at the same time..
He could still feel the heat radiating from Lucky's body, and he wanted to touch him again, and again, and for it never to stop. But it had stopped, and it would probably never happen again. He'd probably have to never even talk about it again. Things would probably be awkward between them. Best friends just didn't have sex. Especially not when you're in a band with them and spend almost all of your time with them. Venom was so glad that it had happened, though. Thoughts of it would linger in his mind for.. forever. Because he would love Lucy forever, no matter what.
“Well, that was better than any girl I could have called up here,” Lucky said, breaking the silence that Venom had only just realized was there. Venom smiled, and this time the smile actually reached his eyes. Did Lucky seriously think that Ven was good in bed?
"Same. That was better than.. than anything," he said, and willingly took the cigarette that Lucky passed to him, and lit it, breathing in the smoke and puffing it back out again. But.. what now? You tell me to fuck off and never touch me again, like everyone else?" he laughed, but was actually begging that not to be the answer. There was a small piece of him that thought that maybe this meant that Lucky did care. That he felt.. almost the same way. Obviously not exactly the same way, that wasn't possible. Venom just loved him too much for his feeling to come even close to that. He'd just have to accept that.
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