The Cocaine Chronicles
Title- “Just imagine”
Author- ForeverYours311
Rating- Pg-13 to R
Pairings- Joel/Tony (GC/Mest), Tony/Matt (Mest/Mest)
Summary- Jeremiah remembered the way the blondes tongue ran over heated skin looking for any last traces of the drug he craved; how Joel moaned and Anthony looked like the king of white trash- sucking dick for drugs.
“Just imagine it’s a girl; a hot, big chested, whore; a whore who begged for your cock in her mouth, as she would look up at you through coal lined eyes.” The guitarist was cut off as the blonde in his arms groaned and let his eyes close.
Jeremiah never thought he would get to see their cocky singer bound and bloodied, but then again he never thought he would see him doing lines of coke off the hardened dick of a damn Madden either.
Jeremiah loved the sight of it- Anthony John Lovato naked if you didn’t count the pants and boxers pooled around his ankles. Jeremiah loved the way his muscles tighten and his chest heaved with every breath he took, emphasized by his hands tied behind his back. Jeremiah even loved the way blood stained his once blonde hair- it was his own fault for fighting back. He loved the weight of the fallen angel in his arms as he stood behind him making sure he didn’t fall and choke the bassist in front of him.
Jeremiah remembered the way the blondes tongue ran over heated skin looking for any last traces of the drug he craved; how Joel moaned and Anthony looked like the king of white trash- sucking dick for drugs. “Or imagine its Joel. Imagine you have the drugs this time, and he’s begging you for one more hit, just like you always do to him.” and Jeremiah laughed as the singers eyes shot open; he laughed because Anthony thought he had been so careful, thought no one saw him and Joel when they slipped off, and came back with glazed eyes.
And as the bassist laid his hands on the blonde’s thighs letting his lip rings graze over the erection Anthony was to high to stop and as Anthony trembled, and moaned almost inaudibly Jeremiah could be heard. “Or open your eyes and see its your cousin, down on his knees, lips around your fucking cock, and scream his name like the drugged up slut you are. When you wake up with blood in your hair and remnants of tape over your wrist, think of how he’s waking up remember he’s waking up with the taste of your cum in his mouth, remember it every time you take a hit.”
And as Anthony came drifting in and out of consciousness the last thing heard was a faint whisper of, “Matthew.”
Author- ForeverYours311
Rating- Pg-13 to R
Pairings- Joel/Tony (GC/Mest), Tony/Matt (Mest/Mest)
Summary- Jeremiah remembered the way the blondes tongue ran over heated skin looking for any last traces of the drug he craved; how Joel moaned and Anthony looked like the king of white trash- sucking dick for drugs.
“Just imagine it’s a girl; a hot, big chested, whore; a whore who begged for your cock in her mouth, as she would look up at you through coal lined eyes.” The guitarist was cut off as the blonde in his arms groaned and let his eyes close.
Jeremiah never thought he would get to see their cocky singer bound and bloodied, but then again he never thought he would see him doing lines of coke off the hardened dick of a damn Madden either.
Jeremiah loved the sight of it- Anthony John Lovato naked if you didn’t count the pants and boxers pooled around his ankles. Jeremiah loved the way his muscles tighten and his chest heaved with every breath he took, emphasized by his hands tied behind his back. Jeremiah even loved the way blood stained his once blonde hair- it was his own fault for fighting back. He loved the weight of the fallen angel in his arms as he stood behind him making sure he didn’t fall and choke the bassist in front of him.
Jeremiah remembered the way the blondes tongue ran over heated skin looking for any last traces of the drug he craved; how Joel moaned and Anthony looked like the king of white trash- sucking dick for drugs. “Or imagine its Joel. Imagine you have the drugs this time, and he’s begging you for one more hit, just like you always do to him.” and Jeremiah laughed as the singers eyes shot open; he laughed because Anthony thought he had been so careful, thought no one saw him and Joel when they slipped off, and came back with glazed eyes.
And as the bassist laid his hands on the blonde’s thighs letting his lip rings graze over the erection Anthony was to high to stop and as Anthony trembled, and moaned almost inaudibly Jeremiah could be heard. “Or open your eyes and see its your cousin, down on his knees, lips around your fucking cock, and scream his name like the drugged up slut you are. When you wake up with blood in your hair and remnants of tape over your wrist, think of how he’s waking up remember he’s waking up with the taste of your cum in his mouth, remember it every time you take a hit.”
And as Anthony came drifting in and out of consciousness the last thing heard was a faint whisper of, “Matthew.”