We Hates You Nathan

“What the hell did you two do to Pickles?” Nathan growled, having slammed open the door to Skwisgaar’s bedroom, where the two Scandinavians were holding a guitar repair session, “He’s been holed up in his room for two days and you two were the last to talk to him.”
The guitarists looked at each other, then Skwisgaar arched a brow at the intruder, “Is you really wantsing to know?”
Nathan eyed them both in turn, Skwisgaar looking bored as ever and Toki who looked oddly eager and just a little awed. Finally he said, “Wouldn’t’ve asked if I didn’t.”

He only realized how much trouble he’d gotten himself into when Toki pounced, bearing him down onto the bed and sitting securely astride his waist, catching Nathan’s wrists as the singer tried to struggle, “We’s goings to have to ties him down Skwisgaar, he’s is tryings to change his mind.”
“The fuck are you two talking about?” Nathan snarled, trying to jerk his hands free of Toki’s hold, practically yanking the Norwegian flat against his chest.
The blonde was already on the job, tying the singer’s wrists together with the only thing they had on hand at the moment, spare guitar string, of course, the fact that Nathan kept thrashing throughout this process made things a little more difficult, and meant he had to be tied down tighter, the steel strings digging into his skin.

Toki yelped as Nathan’s headbutt caught him in the jaw, clacking his teeth together hard. “Fucks you Nat’an.” He said a moment later, socking the man in the chest, “We’s just tryings to show yous what we’s are did to Pickle. Stop fightsing it.”
Skwisgaar, who’d been concerned when he’d heard Toki’s teeth snap shut was relieved that he was okay, and backed him up, “Yeah Nat’an, stops being a dicksface so’s we can show yous.”
“What. The fuck. Are you talking about.?” Nathan growled, still a little breathless from Toki’s punch, still struggling against his bound hands, either not noticing or not caring that he’d started to bleed.

Skwisgaar sighed, rolling his eyes as he pressed Nathan’s shoulders down to the bed, not so much because he didn’t like the blood as he just didn’t want it on his sheets, “You’s said you is wantsing to know what we’s did to Pickle, ja?”
”Well I wanted you to tell me.” Toki shook his head, arms folded across his narrow chest, still sitting astride Nathan’s waist, “No. We’s have to shows you or you’s is having to go asks Pickle yourself.” They both knew full well that he’d never get out of the drummer, and Nathan actually stopped struggling as he eyed the guitarists again, wondering for a moment just what it was he was getting himself into when he said; “Alright, fine, just untie me first.”

Skwisgaar was about to do so when Toki put a hand out to stop him, “No. Leaves it. Is what he gets for beings a dicksface.” The Swede sighed, “But he’s is be bleeds all over.”
Toki’s arms were still folded and he sighed back, “So? Gets a towel.”
Nathan could out-sigh them both with one hand tied behind his back, so he did, “Just decide and get on with it.”
Toki was still almost glowering, arms folded, not saying anything more on the matter. Skwisgaar sighed again, shaking his head as he went to get a towel, telling Nathan, “is because you hit his teeths with yours head you knows. Is not really likes what we did with Pickle.”
“Skwisgaar,” Toki intoned, brow still arched, “Shutsing up please and makings Nat’an be undressed.”
The blonde’s brow arched as well, “Whys is you givings me the orders Toki?”
“Because.” He said, eyeing Nathan before adding, “Yous is the one who’s going to fucks Nat’an.”

“The fuck he is!” Nathan snapped, resuming his efforts to get away once more.
Toki growled, shaking his head and pressing the other’s shoulders back against the mattress, holding him down as best he could, “Stops fighting Nat’an, is not helpsing yourselfs any, and if you kicks at him I’ll be makes sure you regrets it.”
Skwisgaar’s brows both arched at that, and moreso when Nathan actually fell still, apparently just as surprised by the Norwegian’s tone as the Swede was.

Toki’s brow arched higher, turning half-sideways to eye Skwisgaar, “Yous is not making hims naked Skwisgaar.”
Neither of them was really sure what to do with Toki just at the moment and Nathan, his own brow arching, said, “Go ahead Skwisgaar.”
Toki smiled then, brow quirking, “Good.” He nodded, “Now Nat’an, if you promises to be good, I’s will let you fucks me when Skwisgaar is fucks you, ja?”

“Okay…” The singer started, just a little incredulous, “You gonna untie me first?”
The brunette shook his head, “No, is yours own fault. Mayes next times you’s will think before hitsing peoples with your head, ja?”
Nathan’s eyes went unfocused before rolling closed, making a throaty clicking sound as he swallowed.

Toki blinked, puzzled at this response, turning to look over his shoulder at just what it was Skwisgaar was doing, smiling faintly when he saw that the removal of Nathan’s pants had been stalled by the fact that Skwisgaar couldn’t resist having a taste, and was currently trying his damndest to swallow the singer whole.

Toki grinned then, playing with Nathan’s hair, “He’s is good at that’s.”
It was only a moment before Nathan’s eyes opened again, “Good at being a fucking tease.” Skwisgaar scoffed as he shucked Nathan out of his pants with no particular gentleness, “Nat’an, teases don’t finishes what they are startsing.” He hooked his chin over Toki’s shoulder then, grinning down at their captive, “I’s is always finishing what I am starts.”
Toki nodded, “Is true, he’s does that bests of all.”
Nathan eyed them both, “How long as this been going on?”
The guitarists shrugged, “A whiles,” Toki said, “is we goings to do this or nots?” He finished airily, the comment mostly directed at Skwisgaar, since it would be up to him to prepare Nathan.

The blonde nodded, then tossed his head to sweep his hair back as he rose to retrieve the lube from the other side of the room where he and Toki had left it earlier while taking advantage of other furniture options.
The singer’s eyes tracked the blonde’s movement and Toki smiled, “Nat’ans is staring at yours ass Skwisgaar.”

Skwisgaar turned to smile almost coyly over his shoulder as he did a little hip-bump, “Is because is the most beautifuls ass ever, ands is attaches to the most fastest guitars player ever. He can’t helps it. Is prefect.” He shrugged then, returning to settle between Nathan’s legs. He didn’t mind the proposed positioning, really, since it meant he’d be right against Toki’s back, and for whatever reason, of all the parts of Toki he liked, his back was always near the top of the list.

Toki slid from his perch, given as how he was overdressed, and it wasn’t as if Nathan was going anywhere. Now that he could see the other man’s arousal he could tell why Skwisgaar had been unable to resist tasting it, he was tempted to himself, at least until Nathan’s hips jerked up as Skwisgaar wriggled a finger up into him with a deliberately belated, “Oh, is goings to be cold.”

Toki sighed, shaking his head, “Is not likes he’s is can get away Skwisgaar, play nice, hokay?”
Skwisgaar almost pouted, but added with exaggerated sweetness, “Is you readys for more Nat’an?” He took the wordless grunt as a ‘yes’ sliding the first two fingers of his other hand in alongside the one that was already there, causing Nathan to jerk his hips up again, which in turn slid his arousal into Toki’s waiting hand.

The singer’s eyes rolled closed again and the guitarists grinned at each other, Skwisgaar twisting his fingers slightly and Toki tightening his hold, the combination was enough to wring a strangled moan from Nathan, who seemed determined not to enjoy himself no matter what.
Of course, the Scandinavians took this as further incentive to make sure he did.
Toki was grinning as he squeezed another blob of lube into his hand, letting the rolling of Nathan’s hips do all the work, thoroughly enjoying his somewhat frustrated moans, still smiling at Skwisgaar.

Another wordless agreement passed between them and the blonde cooed, “Opens you’s eyes Nat’an, you is are wanting to sees this.” Nathan actually was fairly sure that he didn’t want to see, since he was already on edge and he knew that they hadn’t even started yet. Though at Toki’s far too enticing moue he found himself looking, what he saw was the guitarists not just in a lip lock, but an out and out mouth-mauling kiss. His eyes snapped closed again, an entirely involuntary moan escaping his throat.

Skwisgaar grinned as he pulled away, “We’s shoulds get ons with this before Nat’ans dies of the bluesball.” Nathan himself thought this was a fantastic idea and groaned his agreement. Toki wanted to tease a little while longer, just on principle, but he knew that when Skwisgaar said he thought that Nathan was dying of blue balls, what he didn’t say was that he was too, and that was something that Toki really couldn’t allow.

He settled himself across the singer’s hips once more, keeping himself up over Nathan’s arousal as he practically draped himself along the other man’s chest to murmur against his ear, “Does you want to fucks me Nat’an? Nice and hards like I deserves it?” He felt the man writhe beneath him and heard the guitar string holding him snap a moment before he felt Nathan’s fingers digging into his hips, forcing him down suddenly, taking him all in one firm thrust.
Skwisgaar, who’d just begun to enter Nathan, gasped in surprise, and Toki squalled in a mixture of pain and delight, back arching, dragging his nails down Nathan’s arms.

Nathan’s grin was all teeth as he held Toki down, breathing ragged already. Skwisgaar shivered in something akin to ecstasy as he rolled his hips forward, groaning at the heat of the man around him, one arm snaking around Toki’s chest, holding his fellow guitarist close even as Nathan continued to buck against them both.

Toki mewled a moment later, once he’d managed to catch his breath somewhat. Nathan was thicker than what he was used to and it was almost too much at first, but he loved it all the same, and wasn’t about to call a halt.
Skwisgaar moaned in turn, another shudder curling down his spine, hips jolting forward, nipping at the slope of Toki’s shoulder.
The brunette moaned, head rolling back to rest against the blonde’s shoulder, one hand dipping, starting to stroke himself, at least until Nathan growled, and Skwisgaar batted his hand away.

What had started out as two of them showing Nathan what Pickles had experienced had -in that moment- turned into two of them enjoying Toki. Toki, for his part, didn’t mind the change of dynamic at all, mostly because he had Nathan still rolling up against him, making him squeak with each thrust, and he had Skwisgaar molded against his back, the other guitarist’s highly talented fingers stroking over his arousal in an outright dizzying pattern. One hand curled against Nathan’s wrist again, nails pressing against skin, and the other hand dipped back to scratch along Skwisgaar’s side.

Neither Toki nor Nathan was going to last much longer, and the blonde at least had the presence of mind to realize this. He grinned against Toki’s shoulder, nipping again as he ground his hips forward firmly against the singer, fingers tightening against Toki’s arousal, managing to keep the movements in rhythm with each other, his own breathing already gone shallow, chuffing against the nape of Toki’s neck, his free hand reaching up to sweep the other’s hair out of the way so that he could lap at his nape. The movement produced a thready little squeal of delight from the other guitarist, hips gyrating erratically, panting shallowly and trying his damndest to hold on just a little longer, completely unable to a moment later when Nathan’s hand joined Skwisgaar’s in stroking him.

Toki very nearly screamed at that, hips jolting forward into the tangle of fingers and then down against Nathan’s next thrust, dissolving into sheer bliss, shuddering against Skwisgaar’s hold almost like someone being electrocuted.
The suddenness of it was enough to set off a chain reaction, Nathan half-snarling as he ground up against Toki once more, free hand curling against the guitarist’s thigh, head rolled back, almost growling his own release.
Skwisgaar growled as well, nipping at the arch of Toki’s throat, jerking forward against Nathan once more, fingers pressing against the flat of Toki’s stomach as he reached his own release, keeping his companion close as he continued to shudder, riding out the aftershocks.

It was moments, really, before Nathan was through, scrabbling for one of the clean polishing rags to clean them all up with, grumbling faintly and just dragging a guitarist down on either side of him, because just then a nap sounded like a fantastic idea.
Toki squeaked at the sudden repositioning, but curled himself up into the other’s arm all the same, smiling and using Nathan’s shoulder as a pillow.
Skwisgaar snorted, but he was smiling, just a little, stretching out along Nathan’s other side, reaching up to brush his hair out of his face, “Sleeps well Nat’an. We hates you.”