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Murdoc was looking for 2D. He had to tell his plan for writing a new album to the dullard, no matter what the other's thinking about it. Murdoc doesn't care about his opinion. His job here is to suggest options, not reckon with someone else's opinion.
It was a deep night, about 1-2 am or something. Noodle was already sleeping, Russel just locked himself in his room, and Murdoc, as noted earlier, was looking for 2D. Usually he would have checked the singer's room from at first, but faceache told him that if necessary, he would be in the kitchen. No matter how much Murdoc opened and closed the cabinets in that damn kitchen, 2D was nowhere to be found. The bassist even checked the balcony, the bathroom, his own room after he searched for vocalist's painkillers (the whole packaging was empty). He started to worry, then finally remembered the last room in this fucking shitty damn house that left unchecked. So he went upstairs to singer's room.
Murdoc was REALLY mad, he was thinking about beating him up the most cruel way for making him wander around the house for about an hour.
But his thoughts were interrupted by moan. A fucking moan from 2D's room. Murdoc stopped in front of the door, hesitating to open it, but at the moment he inhaled aggressively, plucking up courage. He opened the door as quietly as possible. And dropped his jaw.
Quiet moans and vulgar spanking came from the laptop speakers, 2D was sitting on his bed, the only light coming from the screen illuminated his blushed face. His one hand was resting on the laptop's corps, the other was stroking… stroking at 2D's dick.
It was big. Bigger than Murdoc imagined. Not that he ever imagined 2D's cock… Yes he imagined it often, so what?
So, at the sight of 2D jerking off, Murdoc's own dick got hard very fast. He gazed down at his own boner. He was glad dullard didn't notice him, and the room was too dark for him to see his shame.
Murdoc swallowed hardly, looking back at 2D. Instead of focusing on his little "problem", he decided to watch the singer. He wanted to catch every move of the other's hand, he might not be able to see it ever again.
Mmmm… Good catch you got there, Muds. New fapable memory in the piggy bank.
Murdoc's gaze wandered from 2D's crotch to face, to laptop screen and back to singer's face. 2D was panting and moaning softly, throwing his head back. He closed his eyes in pure bliss, then keeping it half opened again, looking at the porn he turned on early. Murdoc watched as 2D delayed his fingers on tip of his cock, lead them around, then continue stroking the whole thing slowly.
The younger man then groaned lowly, apparently tired of teasing himself, accelerated his hand's moves, moaning a bit louder. Murdoc muffled his moan in his hand, touching his own bulge through his jeans. He felt so wet and horny just watching 2D like this… He thought about how bad it would be when they'll fuck.
2D speeded up his hand, moving it even faster. He closed his eyes, his pants got louder and he moaned audibly as he came all over his hand. At the moment Murdoc moaned muffly, drawing singer's attention.
Silent stage, then 2D covers himself with a blanket while Murdoc quickly looking away though it's too late.
"Mu'doc what the bloody 'ell are you doing 'ere?" 2D asked, confused, and Murdoc just mumbled something in his defence, then running away from singer's room.
He hated himself so much.
Especially now, running into his own room while unbelting his jeans.
He hated himself, falling onto his bed, grabbing his trembling dick and beating off violently.
He hated himself, moaning loudly and screaming 2D's name, muffling it all into the pillow.
He hated himself, cuming in his fist, muffled screaming, crying.
Thinking about his singer…
Again.