We Hates You Pickle

"I hates you Toki."
"I hate yous Skwisgaar."
This had been going on for some time before Pickles snapped, "Gah! For cryin', I hate you both! Now will you just shut up and go to sleep?"
The guitarists eyed each other a moment before turning to the drummer, "Is you wanting us to hate you Pickle?" The blonde asked, propping himself up.
"Uh, if that's what it'll take you to shut up. Sure."
Toki grinned, almost bouncing, "You hears him Skwisgaar, Pickles is wants us to hate him." He turned to the redhead then, “Is you suuure Pickle?”

Pickles arched both brows, “Well, when you say it like that,” Skwisgaar cut him off, “No, you is already said you wants us to hate yous, you is can’t be changing your mind now and be like a guy who is changing his minds all the time.”
Toki nodded, “Yeah.” And Skwisgaar continued, “Tokis, you should hold him downs so he can’t changes his mind.”
“Wait, what? Hold me down?” The rest of this was dissolved into an unintelligible squawk as Toki pounced, hauling the drummer halfway upright, keeping Pickles pinned against his chest. He smiled as he hooked his chin over the other’s scrawny shoulder even despite the redhead’s attempted flailing. Toki, it seemed, had taken Nathan’s idea of ‘Hug Therapy’ to heart and wasn’t about to let Pickles go.

Skwisgaar waited patiently for all of ten seconds before he sighed, “Stop being dildos Pickle.”
Toki nodded, adding, “You said you is wanting us to hate yous, lets us get on with it.”
Pickles finally sagged against Toki’s hold, “Okay, fine, whatever, just, whatever. Fine.” Of course, as soon as he said it he got worried, not so much at Skwisgaar’s vaguely predatory look, since that wasn’t so terribly uncommon, but more at the fact that Toki was practically vibrating with apparent glee.

The drummer yelped in surprise again as the blonde wasted no time in shucking him out of his pants, somehow managing to look smug as he licked his way down one side of Pickles’ cock and up the other, waiting for a moment while Toki got a better hold of their bandmate before sucking firmly, using almost reptilian tongue movements. Honestly he was giving head fit to put even their most enthusiastic groupies to shame.
If it weren’t for Toki’s firm hold on him, Pickles would’ve tried flailing again, at least until Skwisgaar did something with his tongue that up until that point the redhead had thought was physically impossible. What was supposed to be: ‘Get the fuck off me, douchebag’ came out as something garbled and half-swallowed and likely the result of whatever blood was left in his brain suddenly rushing south.

Toki laughed softly at the sound, turning his head to nuzzle at the shell of Pickles’ ear, “I’s show you whats he like.” He murmured as he unlooped an arm from around the drummer’s waist to tangle his fingers none-too-gently through the blonde’s hair, pressing him down suddenly. This movement earned a surprised gasp from Pickles and a wet almost-gagging sound from Skwisgaar.
He let the blonde up again a moment later with a quiet, “Oh yeah, hes is not likings when I’s do that, I’s is.”

Pickles, it seemed, didn’t care which of them liked it, because he certainly did, his recently freed hand settling over Toki’s in Skwisgaar’s hair, pressing down firmly himself, managing a tight little buck of his hips, even against Toki’s hold grinning at the almost startled look in the blonde’s eyes.
Toki made a delighted little noise, relinquishing his hold of the redhead, except for his legs bracketing the other’s. He leaned back just far enough to peel out of his shirt, tossing it off to one side, grinning at the fact that Pickles was holding Skwisgaar down on his own and ignoring the blonde’s flailing. At least until the flailing became clawing anyway.

“Hey douchebag,” Pickles snapped as Skwisgaar sat back on his knees, panting, “I ain’t finished yet.” The blonde glowered at them both with a look that was both baleful and mildly disgusted, “Tokis, make him stops complaining.” Toki grinned, arms curling around Pickles’ waist again, nimble fingers curling around the redhead’s unflagging arousal, eliciting another of those surprised, brain-melted gurgles.
Skwisgaar, already over his upset, grinned, “So, Pickle, we’s can let Toki has you, or we can shares Toki, or I cans has you and yous can has Toki.” It was mean, and he knew it, making the drummer decide something like that in the state he was in, but it was also half the fun, especially when he made a sound very like ‘gleep’ and batted Toki’s hands away, shaking his head, “Oh no, nu-uh, I don’t do that.”

Toki pouted, chin hooking over Pickles’ shoulder again, “Aww, but is fun Pickle, yous will like it.” A shrug, “I likes it.”
Skwisgaar nodded decisively, “Hokay, is decided, we’s share Toki.”
The Norwegian practically bounced with glee as he wriggled away from the redhead, pressing him back against the arm of the couch, “Stay Pickle, is goings to be fuuun.”
The blonde had already skinned out of his pants, the almost predatory grin back in place, arching a brow at the other guitarist, “Tokis, you is has too many clothes on.” Toki scoffed, folding his arms, “Is maybe because you hasn’t helps them comes off yet Skwisgaar.” The blonde scoffed in turn, rolling his eyes, “Whys is you always such high maintenances Toki?”

“Will you two just stop bickering and get on with it for chrissakes?” Pickles snapped from his half-reclined position.
Toki tutted, “Yous is making Pickle wait Skwisgaar, that’s just mean.”
Skwisgaar rolled his eyes again, one arm snaking around Toki’s waist, jerking him closer, fingers working deftly at getting his pants undone. Sometimes being the fastest guitar player in the world had side benefits.
Once he’d shucked Toki out of his pants he grinned, pushing him solidly back towards the drummer, “Hopes yous is ready Toki.”

Pickles, for the most part, was trying to pretend that it was just a pair of groupies, a task that was becoming increasingly more difficult, and then, downright impossible when Toki settled securely onto his lap, arms looping over the redhead’s shoulders, winding the drummer’s dreads around his fingers as he rocked his hips back against the other man, slowly at first, and then with a quick jolt at the end.
Pickles gasped, because goddamn that was better than the groupies, not that they were bad of course, this was just something else. Mostly it was the fact that Toki was mewling and practically bouncing instead of just sitting there and making him do all the work.

Skwisgaar watched this as he stroked himself, smirk spreading. A moment later he settled himself, one knee braced on the couch, keeping Toki sandwiched between himself and Pickles, fingers dragging up the other guitarist’s thighs, prying him up and away from the redhead before grinding forward, shoving home with one hard thrust, eliciting an almost wail from Toki, who’s head rolled back to rest against the blonde’s shoulder.
Pickles decided that two could play at that game, growling softly as well and pulling Toki forward again, hips rolling up as he dragged the other down, fingers locked against the guitarist’s hips.

Toki for his part, was loving it, eyes mostly closed, glazed over in something close to bliss, still trying to buck against whoever had him, as he’d already lost track, it was too much and it was too good and it was a wonder he didn’t come instantly when Skwisgaar’s fingers curled around his own arousal, the blonde trying to press into Toki beside the drummer already there. This got another near-wail from Toki and a half-swallowed, “God that’s brutal.” From Pickles, who despite the statement didn’t stop pushing, too close to finished to stop now.

Toki did wail when they finally managed it, a full-body shudder rocking through him as he came, one hand fisted in pickles’ hair, the other almost clawing at Skwisgaar’s thigh, enough to raise welts but not enough to break the skin. There was a string of half-disjointed curses from the redhead, hitting his own peak, and hard, shuddering against the guitarist in his lap, breathing uneven and shaky.
It took Skwisgaar a few more thrusts, clinging to Toki as he finally climaxed as well, breath catching in the back of his throat.

Once Skwisgaar was steady again he dragged the blanket off the back of the couch to wrap Toki in before wriggling into his pants again and scooping up the bundle of Norwegian, almost cradling Toki against his chest, ready to take him off to bed.
Pickles had finally regained some sense as well, “How the fuck long’ve you two douchebags been doing this?”
Skwisgaar shrugged, “For since…” He thought about it for a moment and shrugged again, holding Toki closer, “Is has been a whiles.”
Pickles shook his head, scratching the back of his neck, “And how’ve you managed to keep it from everyone this long?” The blonde rolled his eyes, “Dids you ever ask Pickle?”
He blinked at that, then laughed, looking almost sheepish, “Guess not.”

Skwisgaar smiled then, shaking his head and starting off down the hall towards the bedrooms, “Goodsnights Pickle.” Toki chimed in sleepily then, “We hates you.”