Everything Changes

“Gives it back Skwisgaar! I doesn’t so taksing yours guitar when you is having sleeps.”
“Your dildoes bear is nots the same thing as a guitars Toki, yous can’ts play totally metals musics with a bear.”
“Gives him back Skwisgaar!”
”Dude, stop bein’ a douche and just give him his fuckin’ bear back, Murderface, you’re closer, tell him.”
“I schay we schould juscht let them have their bitschfight. Maybe we schould schell ticketsch!”
What followed was a Norse battle cry, the yelp of what was presumably a dying animal, and then a scuffle, some muted thumps, something that might have been ‘gets him off’ repeated a few times, a crash, another yelp and that was when Nathan had had enough, “SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
They shut the fuck up. The singer surveyed the startled tableau.
Pickles was sprawled, tangled in his chair from where it had toppled, Murderface was standing on the couch, in the middle of swinging himself over the back, Skwisgaar had one arm over his head, the other was attempting to get some leverage to pry Toki off, while the other guitarist was clinging to him. And there, in Skwisgaar’s other hand, the source of all the noise and upset, was Toki’s bear.

Nathan sighed heavily, striding across the room and plucking the bear from Skwisgaar’s fingers, eliciting a near-wail from Toki, “Don’t hurts him! He’s beed through enoughs!”
Nathan arched a brow, “Get down.” Toki slid down from the blonde, still looking half-terrified that something worse was going to happen to Deddy.
The vocalist’s brow was still arched as he gave the bear back with a, “Put him somewhere safe this time.” Toki scampered off while he could still make good his escape.
Murderface had done the same in the interim and when Nathan jerked his head and said, “Pickles, go make sure Toki’s alright.” Pickles went. What he heard as he was leaving was, “Not you Skwisgaar, you and me are going to have a little talk.”

Nathan hauled back and socked Skwisgaar, then had to wriggle his fingers to make sure he hadn’t broken any, the blonde’s face was harder than it looked.
Skwisgaar managed to look shocked and indignant even with a bloody nose, “You’s is punch me.”
“Yeah, because you fucking deserved it. The hell’s with you lately Skwisgaar? Seems like you’ve been trying your hardest to make everyone hate you.”
Skwisgaar rolled his eyes, “Why woulds I is be try to does dats Nat’ans?”
Nathan shook his head, “Hell if I know. That’d be why I fucking asked. But that’s the third time this week, are you just tired of being on the road or something? Because we all are, but the rest of us don’t pick on Toki because of it. I mean, hell, if there’s something you need that you aren’t getting, tell Charles, fuck, tell the roadies, it’s their job to get us stuff, isn’t it?”
Realizing that the blonde had zoned out, he shook his head, “Whatever, forget it, I ain’t gonna bother making you sorry because next time Toki’ll do it himself.
Skwisgaar scoffed and Nathan grinned darkly, “Should’ve known better than to fuck with his bear.”

At that same time, Pickles had finally been admitted to Toki’s room, and subsequently dragged down to the bed so that his lap could be used as a pillow, “Why’s is Skwisgaar being so means to me and to Deddy?”
Pickles blinked before petting a hand almost awkwardly through Toki’s hair, “I dunno dude, tours make us all go a little weird.”
Toki heaved a sigh, “He’s is not beings weird he’s is being means and if he’s is takes Deddy again…” He shrugged, blowing another sigh, “I guess I’s is just going to have and makes him be regretting of that.”

Pickles, who had never heard the brunette sound anything like vindictive unless he was coated in blood and setting things on fire, was surprised by the statement. What he said was: “Go for it. Fuckin’ douchebag deserves it.”
Toki smiled then, relaxing more at the permission than the petting, “Ja. I knows. And nobodies is being does anything abouts it because of hes is so populars or whats-the-fuck ever.”
The redhead blinked again, brow arching, “Why don’t you, I dunno, get some sleep or somethin’, you’re starting to sound like me when I get low blood sugar.”

Toki shrugged, “Hokay, I sleeps.” And so he did, out like a light, his head still in Pickles’ lap, which was how Nathan found them a few minutes later. He smiled a little, “Everything okay?”
Pickles shrugged, still petting Toki’s hair half-idly, “Yeah, guess so, he was talkin’ revenge an then went to sleep.”
Nathan shook his head, “Probably wore himself out.” A soft laugh, “Goofball.”
The redhead arched a brow, eyeing the taller man, “I know what you’re thinkin’ Nathan, and don’t, just don’t.”
The singer arched a brow in turn, “Why not?” the question sounded almost petulant. Pickles sighed, “Because I know you. You don’t like to share and if it doesn’t work the kid’s more vindictive than any groupie we’ve had.”

Nathan blinked, brow creasing, “What the hell are you talking about?”
Pickles shook his head, “Don’t worry about it, whatever, didn’t expect it to last even half as long as it has.”
Nathan snorted, smiling and shaking his head, “I haven’t even done anything and you’re jealous of the kid.”
“Well maybe that’s because I don’t like sharing either, and even if I didn’t expect this, whatever it is, to last, it did, and you know me, I got kind of attached to it.” His voice was getting progressively louder and Nathan hushed him, shaking his head, “Keep your voice down, you want to wake him up?”

Toki did stretch himself awake a moment later, “Whys is you dudes yellings for? Oh, hi Nat’ans.”
Nathan shook his head, “Nothing Toki, go back to sleep.”
Pickles arched a brow, eyeing Nathan as he said, “Actually Toki, it ain’t nothin’. I'm tryin’ to talk Nathan out of a bad idea.”
Toki blinked, brow creasing slightly, “Whats is dis bad ideas beings about?”
The drummer was smirking, “Nathan wants to get in your pants.”

Toki laughed, “Dats is a bad ideas, Nat’ans wouldn’t be able to fits into dems, dey’s is too sm… oh.” Realization, it seemed, had dawned. He looked shocked first, and then blushed, “Is dat true Nat’ans?” He asked, sounding altogether too hopeful.
Nathan, who had been glowering at Pickles, blinked, having been caught off-guard by the question, “Uh… yeah?”
Toki grinned, “And Pickle?”
The redhead arched a brow, “Don’t figure you two need my permission, you’re both adults, aren’t you?”
Toki sighed, shaking his head as he sat up, “No Pickle, you isn’t understandings the questions I am asks of you.” And because he couldn’t figure out the right words, he caught the drummer’s face between his hands, all but dragging him into a kiss, drawing away before he could be pushed, his voice little more than a whisper, “I wants you both.”

This was, apparently, not something that had been factored into Pickles equations, Nathan’s either for that matter, given as how it took him a moment to scrape his dropped jaw off the floor and ask, “You mean that?”
Toki rolled his eyes, “No Nat’ans, is all a bigs joke, is you wants me to be comes over dere and kissing you too to proves it?”
This caused another jaw-drop and Pickles arched a brow, giving Toki a nudge, “Dude, maybe you should.”
Toki’s smile was devious as he levered himself up away from the redhead, sliding off the side of the bed to saunter over to the other man, reaching up to wind his fingers through Nathan’s hair, using those ink-dark strands as a tether of sorts, drawing the vocalist down for a kiss, slower, hungrier, but no less inflammatory than the one he’d given Pickles.

After all, now that he knew he wasn’t going to be pushed away he could take his time. He drew away slowly, teasing the taller man with a few more light kisses, stepping back with a sigh, stretching himself back across the bed, head resting in Pickles’ lap again, smiling faintly when he realized how aroused the redhead was, shifting himself over so that he could nuzzle at the strained denim where his head had just been resting, “And hellos to you also.” He murmured, smirking up at Pickles as he did so.
The drummer gasped something that could potentially have been ‘god that’s good’ but was more likely a string of disjointed guttural noises.

Toki’s gaze peeled away to Nathan as the man let out a low growl. The brunette arched a brow as he nuzzled Pickles’ trouser tent once more, watching as something dark and hungry flitted across Nathan’s eyes.
Pickles was beyond caring about Nathan’s possessive streak at the moment, he made another incoherent sound and tangled a hand through Toki’s hair, pressing him close. The movement earned a soft, though happy, mewl from Toki, and a growl of, “Don’t you dare.” From Nathan.

Pickles groaned, head lifting to glower at the vocalist, “Dude, just let him, please? He wants to and I'm fuckin’ dying here.”
Nathan grinned, shaking his head, “Gimmie the lube Pickles. Toki, stay right where you are, just turn over.”
Both men happily obliged, though it took Pickles a few moments rummaging to find any lube on the guitarist’s nightstand, and Toki turned over with a good deal more wriggling than strictly necessary.

The movement got another growl from Nathan, dragging his hands down Toki’s sides, making another disgruntled sound when his fingers met the waist of the guitarist’s pants, tugging Toki’s belt free with yet another growl, looping it around the brunette’s wrists once, effectively binding Toki’s hands against the small of his back. He grinned as he drew the other man up against his chest, voice little more than a purr across the other’s ear, “That okay?”

Toki nodded, twisting so that he could look up at Nathan, “Ja, is goods.” His voice dipped as well, “Owns me Nat’ans.” A quick kiss to the man’s jaw, “But lets me help Pickle too, ja?”
Nathan grinned again, brow arching at Pickles even though he was talking to Toki, “Oh yeah. You’re going to help Pickles too, after all, you’re gonna be greedy and want us both, so that’s what you’re gonna get.”
Pickles’ breathing had shallowed, and realizing what Nathan had in mind he moaned breathlessly before peeling out of his pants.

Toki swallowed hard as he eyed the size off the drummer’s cock, “Withouts my hands?”
Nathan was still grinning, and he nibbled against the nape of Toki’s neck, one hand sliding down the guitarist’s stomach to open his pants, “Yeah. Without your hands.”
Toki mewled needily, grinding himself back against the other man once more, voice breathless, “Hokay.” And then, almost hopeful, “is because I’s a greedy little sluts?”
Pickles caught on easily enough, chiming in with, “Yeah Toki, because you’re a greedy little slut, and greedy little sluts get what they deserve.”

Nathan grinned once again as he went about peeling first Toki, and then himself out of their pants. He knew that Pickles liked the name-calling, and sometimes it wasn’t a case of liking it so much as simply being unable to stop himself once he got started, and judging by the almost Tourette’s Syndrome staccato of curses emanating from the redhead already, this was going to be one of those times.
Nathan growled again as he dragged Toki down to the edge of the bed, using the younger man’s bound hands to move him, one arm looping around his torso to keep him more or less upright, grunting as Toki ground back against him insistently.

Both men’s movements got a frustrated yowl from Pickles, who –still cursing- went and wriggled himself down to where Toki could reach once Nathan was done laying claim to him.
Nathan arched a brow down at the redhead, still grinning as he bit against Toki’s shoulder, asking a moment later, “Ready?”
The brunette nodded, getting as far as ‘yes’ before his verbal response evaporated into a near wail as Nathan ground forward, filling him in one almost brutal thrust. He waited then, waited for Toki to adjust, making sure he really was alright.

He needn’t have worried, apparently, because it was only a moment or two before the guitarist caught his breath again and rocked back against the other man firmly, feet sliding just a little further apart to rock his hips up at a sharper angle, more of a minx than either of them had thought.
It wasn’t long, another thrust, maybe two, before Nathan’s hold on Toki loosened a little, lowering the guitarist down slowly.

Toki, for his part, mewled softly once more, breathing already gone shallow and wanting more. He grinned, managing to turn his gaze up to Pickles as he curled his tongue across the tip of the drummer’s shaft, moaning as the redhead’s fingers tangled through his hair again, forcing him down just a little further even despite Nathan’s still-firm hold on him.
For the guitarist, being caught between the other two was nothing short of bliss, especially as Nathan arched forward again and Pickles let loose with an almost wavering moan and another string of obscenities, most of them directed at Toki, calling him a slut, and worse.

The three of them stayed locked together like that for what seemed like ages, Nathan growling and chuffing as he continued to grind against Toki, Toki was mewling and moaning as he did what he could to swallow Pickles down, only managing to get about halfway, mostly due to Nathan’s arm still locked around his chest. And Pickles was still swearing, though they occasionally melted off into surprised squeaks and hungry moans

The redhead was the first to go, the only warning was a low, shuddering moan and his fingers tightening in Toki’s hair, holding him down, which in turn made the guitarist wriggle, not-quite struggling as he bucked against the drummer’s hold, grinding himself back more firmly against Nathan
Nathan toppled next, fingers tightening against Toki’s shoulder and hip where they’d been holding, growling as he arched forward firmly again, twice, before he came, the hand at Toki’s hip sliding inward to curl against the guitarist’s arousal in turn, stroking quickly, smoothly, intent on wringing a climax from the other man.
It was mere moments of this treatment before Toki came as well, almost wailing once more, shuddering and jerking reflexively in Nathan’s hold, his fingers curling, hands twisting in his binds, the movement purely instinctive, nothing he could do about it.

Finally Nathan withdrew, panting as he fumbled bonelessly to get Toki’s hands free again, Pickles already dragging the other man up to the bed, peppering his face with quick, though sated, kisses, already starting to drift off.
Nathan smirked, stretching out on Toki’s other side, there was barely enough space for the three of them on the Norwegian’s bed, but just at the moment he didn’t care, especially with Toki snuggling in against his chest, the guitarist’s arms curling half possessively around the drummer, keeping him close as well, murmuring contentedly as he dropped off to sleep once more, having just lived out his dearest fantasy.