Just Add Alcohol- Part 1 of 3
Skwisgaar has a dilemma, and a mystery.
No, you won’t get answers in this part, sorry. Have fun coming up with theories.
Art by andreaoftheland
Rating: Um... PG-13 I guess?
Warnings: vague talk of sex
Pairings: ??/Skwisgaar
Disclaimer: I do not own them, and all that stuff.
x-posted to sausagefestival
Skwisgaar woke up slowly.
It was one of those mornings where he felt like he should try to hold off full consciousness for as long as possible, because there was very likely something he really don’t want to remember.
They’d all gone out drinking the night before, for some reason he’d felt like drinking more than usual. Quite a bit more then usual, now that he thought about it. But what was causing that nagging feeling?
He stretched, noting that he was completely naked and-
Oh fuck.
With the horrors the sadistic doctor had subjected them to still fresh in his mind, there was no mistaking what he was feeling. Something had been in his ass.
It was highly unlikely he’d visited the doctor last night, so it was far more likely a someone. And judging by the evidence in his bed... he’d enjoyed it.
No!
He wasn’t a lady, he didn’t do that. He wouldn’t do that.
But there seemed to be no other explanation.
Sitting up and looking around the room, he searched for evidence of his recent bed mate. Discarded panties, a shirt, anything?
There was nothing at all, only the faint scent of sex that seemed to linger in his room at all times.
Grasping for possible explanations, he tried hard to remember.
Maybe he’d picked up one of those chicks that also has a dick? Although not a common occurrence, it had happened before. With his wide taste in women, the occasional imposter was bound to occasionally slip though.
But he’d always sent them away as soon as he discovered his mistake, he would never even consider letting someone do that to him.
But apparently he had.
Who was it? Oh shit, what if they’d had a camera or phone or something, what if they told the press?
Or had he actually brought some guy home from the bar?
No one would have stopped him.
Crawling unsteadily out of bed, he headed for the shower. Sex that made him feel dirty was a new experience, he found didn’t care for that feeling at all.
Skwisgaar noted that he was walking a little funny, he would have to be careful to hide that from the others. No way in hell did he did want them to find out about this.
Then, in the shower, another thought hit- What if it was one of them? What if he’d actually been so drunk he’d let one (hopefully only one) of his band mates fuck him?
He didn’t want to leave his room and have to face them all, just in case this might be true.
He just wanted to crawl back into his bed and stay there, but he wouldn’t do that, not until his sheets were changed.
There had been a man in his bed, a man in him.
No amount of denial would erase that.
Finally surrendering to the inevitable, Skwisgaar got dressed and went to get some food.
The rest of the band were all there, already eating. Walking as normally as he could manage (he thought he did well), he took his seat and gave his order to a waiting Klokateer.
After a moment of gathering his nerve, he dared a glance at the others.
Murderface was giving him a funny look, that worried him quite a lot. No, not Murderface, please not Murderface...
He didn’t want it to be any of them, but especially not Murderface.
Or maybe that actually be better, one of them instead of some random stranger out there with his secret?
His food arrived quickly, and ignoring them all, he ate.
No one said a word to him, but they were often quiet in the mornings.
Retreating to his room (which he knew would have been quickly cleaned), Skwisgaar lay on his bed and tried to think about this logically. This would do him no good at all if it had been some random groupie, but if it was one of them...
Not Pickles. He could be fairly certain the little drummer was physically too small and far too laid back to have tried that. And he thought he could probably rule out Nathan as well. Nathan with a guy? That seemed highly unlikely.
Murderface... That was so horrible that he couldn’t even properly consider it, but somehow he had to. But the sadistic bastard would probably have marked him in some way, right? He’d checked himself over pretty well, there were none. So (hopefully) he could rule Murderface out as well. Or was this just wishful thinking?
Moving on, this left only Toki. (Or a stranger, but he hadn’t gotten to considering that part yet.)
As much as he hated the idea that he might have let Toki do that to him, this was surprisingly the least scary option. It made sense in a way, Toki looked up to him and wouldn’t have hurt him.
Just how drunk had everyone else been? Maybe nobody remembered what had happened, and he could just try to forget it? Besides, they always pretended that nothing counted if you were drunk or high at the time.
Unless it had been a groupie, or just some random guy. The rules might not apply then.
Sitting up and grabbing his guitar, he dealt in the only way he knew how, losing himself in his music.
Some time later (he’d lost all track), he was interrupted by a tentative knock at his door. Pausing in his playing, he waiting.
Toki stuck his head in. “You’s okay, Skwisgaar? You’s acting weirds.”
Oh great. Toki routinely failed at not caring, and as much as he’d rather just avoid him entirely, maybe it was better to get this over with. He sighed, and set his guitar down. “Comes in Toki, I wants to be asking you abouts somtings.”
His face an odd mix of concern and happy, Toki came in and sat down beside him, waiting.
Skwisgaar was thinking as fast as he could, trying to come up with some way to approach this. He couldn’t come out and just say it, so what else was there?
Actions, that could work. If it had been Toki, then he should be okay with doing it again, right? Not that he had any intention of letting things get that far.
Wishing he wasn’t sober (too late now), Skwisgaar shoved Toki down and threw a leg over him. If they’d done this just last night...
It wasn’t looking all that promising. Toki wasn’t fighting him at all (yet), just staring up at him in confusion. Unwilling to give up until he was absolutely sure, he tried a different approach. “You has fun last night, Little Toki?”
“Ja, I guess so. Why’s you sitting on me?”
“Because I feels like it. Tells me what you does last nights.”
“You knows, you was there too.”
Oh shit, it was Toki after all. Unless- Maybe he was talking about something else? He had to know for sure. “So tells me anyways.”
Toki, still confused at to why Skwisgaar was sitting on him, sighed and tried to think. He’d been pretty drunk himself, which didn’t help. “We all goes to the bar. Drinks a whole lots. I don’t knows everything, I started playings darts with Pickle. Don’ts know how long we plays, but you all leaves us there, just forgets us at the bar. We has to call for somebody to come gets us.”
So it hadn’t Toki. Skwisgaar moved off him, laying down and covering his face with his hands.
Toki was concerned, this just really wasn’t normal behavior. “Skwisgaar? What’s the matter? Talks to me.”
He wanted to talk to somebody, but he never wanted to tell anyone. Was he actually considering telling Toki? He peeked between his fingers.
Toki was just sitting there, looking at him without malice.
With caring?
“Toki? Something happens to me last nights. I can’t remembers any of it.”
Reaching out, Toki pulled his hands away from his face. “Talks to me.”
Skwisgaar looked away, unable to meet his eyes. “Somebodies was in mine bed.”
“But Skwisgaar, you has people in yous bed alls the time! I’s in your bed right now, what’s the dig deals?”
Deciding to just say it, he jumped to the point. “Somebody fucks me last nights, and I has no idea who. I ams sore.”
“Oh!” That explained the odd behavior. “It’s nots that big a deals, I don’ts think.”
Which meant Toki’d probably never done it. Skwisgaar didn’t bother to respond.
Maybe Skwisgaar wanted help? “You wants me to help you finds out who?”
“No Toki, I ams actuallies never wantings to talk about it agains.”
Toki lay beside him and slid an arm under him, pulling him closer.
“What ams you doing?”
“Holdings you, tryings to make you feel betters. Relax, you probably likes it.”
This didn’t seem so bad so he gave it a try, turning a little and resting his head against Toki’s chest. He didn’t make a very good pillow, but it was somehow comforting anyway. “Toki? Why’s you cares?”
“Don’ts know, I just can’t helps it most of the times.”
They stayed that way for a while.
part 2
No, you won’t get answers in this part, sorry. Have fun coming up with theories.
Art by andreaoftheland
Rating: Um... PG-13 I guess?
Warnings: vague talk of sex
Pairings: ??/Skwisgaar
Disclaimer: I do not own them, and all that stuff.
x-posted to sausagefestival
Skwisgaar woke up slowly.
It was one of those mornings where he felt like he should try to hold off full consciousness for as long as possible, because there was very likely something he really don’t want to remember.
They’d all gone out drinking the night before, for some reason he’d felt like drinking more than usual. Quite a bit more then usual, now that he thought about it. But what was causing that nagging feeling?
He stretched, noting that he was completely naked and-
Oh fuck.
With the horrors the sadistic doctor had subjected them to still fresh in his mind, there was no mistaking what he was feeling. Something had been in his ass.
It was highly unlikely he’d visited the doctor last night, so it was far more likely a someone. And judging by the evidence in his bed... he’d enjoyed it.
No!
He wasn’t a lady, he didn’t do that. He wouldn’t do that.
But there seemed to be no other explanation.
Sitting up and looking around the room, he searched for evidence of his recent bed mate. Discarded panties, a shirt, anything?
There was nothing at all, only the faint scent of sex that seemed to linger in his room at all times.
Grasping for possible explanations, he tried hard to remember.
Maybe he’d picked up one of those chicks that also has a dick? Although not a common occurrence, it had happened before. With his wide taste in women, the occasional imposter was bound to occasionally slip though.
But he’d always sent them away as soon as he discovered his mistake, he would never even consider letting someone do that to him.
But apparently he had.
Who was it? Oh shit, what if they’d had a camera or phone or something, what if they told the press?
Or had he actually brought some guy home from the bar?
No one would have stopped him.
Crawling unsteadily out of bed, he headed for the shower. Sex that made him feel dirty was a new experience, he found didn’t care for that feeling at all.
Skwisgaar noted that he was walking a little funny, he would have to be careful to hide that from the others. No way in hell did he did want them to find out about this.
Then, in the shower, another thought hit- What if it was one of them? What if he’d actually been so drunk he’d let one (hopefully only one) of his band mates fuck him?
He didn’t want to leave his room and have to face them all, just in case this might be true.
He just wanted to crawl back into his bed and stay there, but he wouldn’t do that, not until his sheets were changed.
There had been a man in his bed, a man in him.
No amount of denial would erase that.
Finally surrendering to the inevitable, Skwisgaar got dressed and went to get some food.
The rest of the band were all there, already eating. Walking as normally as he could manage (he thought he did well), he took his seat and gave his order to a waiting Klokateer.
After a moment of gathering his nerve, he dared a glance at the others.
Murderface was giving him a funny look, that worried him quite a lot. No, not Murderface, please not Murderface...
He didn’t want it to be any of them, but especially not Murderface.
Or maybe that actually be better, one of them instead of some random stranger out there with his secret?
His food arrived quickly, and ignoring them all, he ate.
No one said a word to him, but they were often quiet in the mornings.
Retreating to his room (which he knew would have been quickly cleaned), Skwisgaar lay on his bed and tried to think about this logically. This would do him no good at all if it had been some random groupie, but if it was one of them...
Not Pickles. He could be fairly certain the little drummer was physically too small and far too laid back to have tried that. And he thought he could probably rule out Nathan as well. Nathan with a guy? That seemed highly unlikely.
Murderface... That was so horrible that he couldn’t even properly consider it, but somehow he had to. But the sadistic bastard would probably have marked him in some way, right? He’d checked himself over pretty well, there were none. So (hopefully) he could rule Murderface out as well. Or was this just wishful thinking?
Moving on, this left only Toki. (Or a stranger, but he hadn’t gotten to considering that part yet.)
As much as he hated the idea that he might have let Toki do that to him, this was surprisingly the least scary option. It made sense in a way, Toki looked up to him and wouldn’t have hurt him.
Just how drunk had everyone else been? Maybe nobody remembered what had happened, and he could just try to forget it? Besides, they always pretended that nothing counted if you were drunk or high at the time.
Unless it had been a groupie, or just some random guy. The rules might not apply then.
Sitting up and grabbing his guitar, he dealt in the only way he knew how, losing himself in his music.
Some time later (he’d lost all track), he was interrupted by a tentative knock at his door. Pausing in his playing, he waiting.
Toki stuck his head in. “You’s okay, Skwisgaar? You’s acting weirds.”
Oh great. Toki routinely failed at not caring, and as much as he’d rather just avoid him entirely, maybe it was better to get this over with. He sighed, and set his guitar down. “Comes in Toki, I wants to be asking you abouts somtings.”
His face an odd mix of concern and happy, Toki came in and sat down beside him, waiting.
Skwisgaar was thinking as fast as he could, trying to come up with some way to approach this. He couldn’t come out and just say it, so what else was there?
Actions, that could work. If it had been Toki, then he should be okay with doing it again, right? Not that he had any intention of letting things get that far.
Wishing he wasn’t sober (too late now), Skwisgaar shoved Toki down and threw a leg over him. If they’d done this just last night...
It wasn’t looking all that promising. Toki wasn’t fighting him at all (yet), just staring up at him in confusion. Unwilling to give up until he was absolutely sure, he tried a different approach. “You has fun last night, Little Toki?”
“Ja, I guess so. Why’s you sitting on me?”
“Because I feels like it. Tells me what you does last nights.”
“You knows, you was there too.”
Oh shit, it was Toki after all. Unless- Maybe he was talking about something else? He had to know for sure. “So tells me anyways.”
Toki, still confused at to why Skwisgaar was sitting on him, sighed and tried to think. He’d been pretty drunk himself, which didn’t help. “We all goes to the bar. Drinks a whole lots. I don’t knows everything, I started playings darts with Pickle. Don’ts know how long we plays, but you all leaves us there, just forgets us at the bar. We has to call for somebody to come gets us.”
So it hadn’t Toki. Skwisgaar moved off him, laying down and covering his face with his hands.
Toki was concerned, this just really wasn’t normal behavior. “Skwisgaar? What’s the matter? Talks to me.”
He wanted to talk to somebody, but he never wanted to tell anyone. Was he actually considering telling Toki? He peeked between his fingers.
Toki was just sitting there, looking at him without malice.
With caring?
“Toki? Something happens to me last nights. I can’t remembers any of it.”
Reaching out, Toki pulled his hands away from his face. “Talks to me.”
Skwisgaar looked away, unable to meet his eyes. “Somebodies was in mine bed.”
“But Skwisgaar, you has people in yous bed alls the time! I’s in your bed right now, what’s the dig deals?”
Deciding to just say it, he jumped to the point. “Somebody fucks me last nights, and I has no idea who. I ams sore.”
“Oh!” That explained the odd behavior. “It’s nots that big a deals, I don’ts think.”
Which meant Toki’d probably never done it. Skwisgaar didn’t bother to respond.
Maybe Skwisgaar wanted help? “You wants me to help you finds out who?”
“No Toki, I ams actuallies never wantings to talk about it agains.”
Toki lay beside him and slid an arm under him, pulling him closer.
“What ams you doing?”
“Holdings you, tryings to make you feel betters. Relax, you probably likes it.”
This didn’t seem so bad so he gave it a try, turning a little and resting his head against Toki’s chest. He didn’t make a very good pillow, but it was somehow comforting anyway. “Toki? Why’s you cares?”
“Don’ts know, I just can’t helps it most of the times.”
They stayed that way for a while.
part 2