Merton Graves (whereismerton) wrote in wished, @ 2010-03-06 07:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !1998: 02, !complete, heathcote barbary, merton graves |
Who: Merton Graves, Heathcote Barbary
When: Saturday afternoonish, the 27th. (Backdated!)
Where: Their house.
What: Weird Sisterness
Rating: NC-17, Slash and language
Open/Closed: Closed
Merton had actually gone shopping. Mostly because Leigh had been doing something Important, he guessed, and Gideon was out, and Merton had wanted s'mores. But while he was there, he'd gotten other things too. Egg-and-milk type things that they all ate and things like that. And biscuits and juice and soda and anything else he found as he wandered around the store. There were reasons Merton didn't usually get left to his own devices in grocery stories, after all.
He ended up with about two baskets full of food, piled up onto one cart that looked like a small, precarious mountain of foodstuffs. He'd taken three trips to get it all back to the house, and then had left it all on the counter for about an hour while he was distracted trying to find where he'd left his sunglasses. (At the store, as it turned out, and he went back to get them, and then bought a few more things while there.)
He was finally back though, and had remembered to go put away the massive haul, and was in the kitchen, peering at the cabinets, refrigerator door wide open as he puttered around, trying to find spaces for everything.
He couldn't actually remember what it was he'd gone to the store for, but he'd remember eventually.
Heath had been spending most of his time in his studio lately, but he'd stopped playing, taken off his headphones, and went to write something when he heard something banging. By the time he got to the kitchen, Merton's ass was hanging out of the refrigerator and it looked like a grocer's shop had exploded onto their counters.
"Did you leave anything in the grocery?" he asked, but he did pick up a banana from the pile of fruit on the table, sitting on a barstool as he peeled it.
Merton straightened - managing to bang his head on the top of the fridge. "OW," he yelped, rubbing his head and turning to peer at Heath, then smiling. "Some stuff. I just kept thinking of things that everyone liked, or that looked good," he explained, shutting the fridge door and walking over, sorting through one of the bags. And then another one. He finally found what he was looking for on the third and held up a tin of the biscuits Heath liked best. "Leigh was busy, so I went," he added.
He started tossing a few bags of bread into the cabinet. "What were you doing, anyway?"
Heath's grin was immediate, and he took a bite of the banana, but jumped off the stool to grab the tin of biscuits, too. Merton was daft, sometimes, but he remembered the things that mattered. "Thanks, mate," he mumbled, opening the box with one hand while he finished the banana with the other and tossed the peel into the rubbish. "Working on a new song," he said around the last bite, sitting the open box of biscuits down and starting to help put away the massive amount of things that Merton had brought home. "The one I brought Myron over the listen to. It's not quite ready yet."
"Oh. The one you were working on the other day when I came in to tell you that you had an Owl?" Merton asked. "It sounded good." Merton wrote things, now and then. But mostly he helped tinker with what the others wrote, as they had more skill and suitability for composing than he did, and Merton thought their stuff was always better, anyway. "Are we going in to record again soon?" Merton never quite remembered when the rest of the guys told him they were going to do things.
He rubbed at his head fitfully, and went back over to the fridge, finishing putting the cheese and things away before shutting the fridge and walking over to lean over Heath's shoulder again, chin tucked against his neck companionably.
"Don't know if we should until this mess is over," Heath said, his voice dipping a little in a darker sort of disappointment. They were all legitimate now, right, but it still felt like shite to want to make a record while the world was going to hell. He tried to shake the feeling off - it was easier when Merton came over to lean against him. He tilted his head, nuzzled it against the top of Merton's, and then grabbed one of the biscuits from the tin and shoved it against Merton's lips over his shoulder. "One you walked in on. It's railing against the Ministry and shite. My dad would love it, if he knew what the hell I was talking about. Revolution and all..."
Merton ate the biscuit obediently and chewed and swallowed before answering. "Well we can't do that, now," he agreed. Merton might not follow the nuances of what the hell was going on with the Ministry and the Registry and or anything like that, but he knew enough to know that a protest song against their policies wasn't a good idea. "Maybe we can send it to Bob Dylan and get him to sing it for us?" he suggested with a wry smile, leaning more heavily against Heath.
"Don't think he'd know what it was talking about either," Heath said, and then he grinned and turned around - his back against the table. It meant Merton was leaning in against his chest instead of his back. "You don't think we could do it now if it was subtle?"
"If it's subtle, most of our fans wouldn't get it either," Merton pointed out. "Plus if the Ministry did find out, then we'd all be in trouble. So shouldn't we just not do anything that they might not like?" He leaned in against Heath's chest, playing with the hem of his shirt. "Besides - when are we ever subtle?" Subtle wasn't the first word that sprang to anyone's mind when describing weird Sister songs.
"I could be subtle..." Heath shrugged, but he sank back against the table and sighed, too. "You're probably right." Which was really saying something, since Merton wasn't generally the one you would have thought of as being right when there were other options available. He raised a hand, brushed it through Merton's hair to push it back from his face. "Probably right about the Weirdies not getting it, too. Daft cows, most of them."
Merton had his moments. "Everyone was scared when you had to go in for being muggleborn. No one would want to go through that again, or worse," Merton told him, tipping his head into the brush through his hair. "They're all right. The fans. Some of them." He grinned. "There was one at the store who recognized me. Started screaming and everything. I signed a can of peas." He ducked his head, kissing at Heath's jaw. "Maybe instead of writing against the Ministry and getting in trouble, you could just write songs about good people? Muggleborns and muggles? So it's. . . subtle?" He grinned. "Pro muggle without being anti-ministry?"
"Don't know that they'd be any happier with us doing that," Heath shrugged, but he tipped his head back a little, letting Merton's mouth slide along his jaw. "Some sort of 'Go Harry Potter' song?" Which would likely really get them killed. He tugged slightly at Merton's hair, and wished he could just not worry about it. "Maybe we ought to go tour the States for a few years, or something," he suggested, not really meaning it.
"No. I didn't mean like that. I mean regular people. Like. . . Hey Jude or something. But not really. Where it's about someone who was good and not famous, but muggle," Merton answered. "So if people want to know the story, they have to look it up, or ask, and we can just say what it's about, and they just happen to be muggle but did something cool. Like help someone or talk to crocodiles. And it looks like we're just telling a lot of stories? I don't know." Merton shrugged, kissing along the line of Heath's throat, since he offered it up. "We could. I like New Orleans."
"I liked the beach, I can't remember which one. Miami, maybe?" Heath shrugged, but his voice was hitching just a little at Mertin's mouth kissing along his throat. If anything could distract him from thinking about it, it was Gideon or Merton and this. Moving in had really been a sodding good idea. "There are muggles who talk to crocodiles?"
"I don't know. I saw an advert on telly," Merton answered. "Miami was nice. Hot," he answered. "Lots of people not wearing much. We looked really pale compared to them." Merton nuzzled against him, ignoring the remaining groceries and tugging at the hem of his shirt again before sneaking fingers under neath enough to tickle against his side. "He names the crocodiles I think," he added. "I didn't know they had name. How can you tell crocodiles apart? At least cows have different spots. Crocodiles are all green."
"Whatever, no one seemed to care much what we looked like, and the girls flocking around us were tan enough for us all..." Heath had had a very good time in Miami, he was almost certain. He couldn't really remember it all that well, and especially not with Merton's fingers snaking under his shirt. He writhed away from them, let go of Merton's hair to grab his hands and trap them in against his sides.
"And that lifeguard," Merton agreed, since he did sort of remember that part. He grinned and let Heath trap his sides, nipping at his jaw in retaliation and leaning against him enough that he was more or less half draped against Heath. "We should go back there. Next tour, at least. Maybe they have nude beaches, like they do in France." Or maybe it wasn't France. Merton couldn't remember right now. But somewhere they had them.
"I don't think so, Yanks are weird about that...." Heath laughed, twisting enough so that Merton couldn't bite him, then scraped his teeth against Merton's jaw, too, before sliding his mouth down Merton's throat instead. "What lifeguard?"
"The one with the blue hair," Merton answered. "And the tattoo of a turtle." He tipped his head back, shivering a little and squirmed a little, since he couldn't move much, hands pinned and Heath twisted out of reach. "He had a sister, but I think Gideon was flirting with her," Merton added, hooking a foot around his calf, since that, at least, he could move.
"Oh, I remember him...." Or Heath thought he did anyway. He took his time, mouth sliding down Merton's throat, across his Adam's apple, back up to nip at his chin. "We couldn't find you for three days..."
"He was teaching me how to snorkel," Merton told him, shivering again and half-shutting blue eyes. This was much better than putting away food! "We just spent most of the time naked though. I learned a little." It was trickier than it seemed though. You had to remember not to duck your head and Merton had never really mastered swimming with flippers on. They made your feet itchy and heavy.
"Twenty four hours a day he was teaching you?" Heath laughed, and slid his teeth against the stubble on Merton's jaw, up to his ear, tugging at the lobe sharply before he sucked there and then at the pounding pulse below it. "Or were your snorkeling in bed?"
"We were doing other things in bed," Merton answered with a laugh. He sucked in a sharp breath and made a soft sound as Heath nipped at him. "I kept hoping his sister would come over too. But she didn't. Probably with Gideon," he added. He twisted one wrist free and ran his hand along Heath's back, back under his shirt. "I could teach you, too," he added with a grin. He paused and then amended. "To snorkel. You already know how to do the other things we did in bed."
"Are you sure?" Heath cocked an eyebrow, teasing, and his mouth slid just to the edge of Merton's mouth. "Maybe we ought to test the theory, just in case there's something I've forgotten."
"I don't know. There's groceries. But you might have forgotten something. I could show you," Merton agreed. He grinned and edged a thigh between Heath's legs. "Gideon might get mad if I show you in the kitchen though." Since Merton thought there was a 'no shagging on counters' rule at some point. Or maybe that was Leigh who said that, since she popped over and had popped in on compromising situations in the past. Not here, or in this kitchen, but somewhere. Merton vaguely remembered some fan, his old flat's kitchen, and Leigh yelling at him while she found his pants. Though maybe he'd dreamed that.
"Would he?" Heath didn't know if he should be surprised about that or not, really. Gideon was a little anal about things sometimes. Heath just didn't know that where they shagged was one of those things. He shrugged it of, though, and grinned aginst Merton's throat. "Gideon's bed, then? Since you got all caught up in mine last time without me..."
"We didn't get caught up. We went there on purpose," Merton informed him, grinning and nodding. "Mmm. Gideon's bed. One day we'll have to actually shag on mine." Merton didn't actually make it to his bed that often though lately anyway. He fell asleep in front of the telly on the sofa in the living room, or slept with Heath or Gideon. Or was out. Or sometimes went to visit Linda and be made cake. Merton kissed Heath then, sudden and a little hard, then twisted free of Heath's grip, stepping back to let him move toward the bedroom.
Meton was unpredictable, and there was something about that that made him pretty damn irresistible, too, when he pushed against him like that, sudden and harder than he'd expected, to kiss him. Heath's mouth chased the kiss when he pulled away, and he felt himself smirking a little, eyes opening to se Merton stepping back. He took the lead then, stepping in against him, forcing Merton to walk back toward Gideon's room with his body, hands already getting a hold on his hips, keeping them close as they walked. "On purpose, yeah? Guess it's time to pay him back."
Merton wasn't really very good at walking backwards, and he caught fingers around Heath's wrist, to catch himself if he tripped. But Heath would help keep him upright, so that was all Merton worried about it. He planted his feet once, sneaking another kiss and making Heath step into him when he did. He started back again then, fumbling to reach behind him and open Gideon's door without turning away from Heath, when they reached it.
Heath pushed him back against the door instead, though, his hand over Merton's on the knob keeping him from turning it, his body pressing flush against Merton's as he pushed him back. "Which one of you thought it would be a good idea, that's the real question...." He was teasing, his voice dipping lower than normal, just before he kissed Merton again - not giving him any real chance to answer.
Merton groaned a little and laughed. "I don't remember. . . probably mine," he answered. After the kiss, which ended up taking some time. He licked across Heath's lips and then grinned. "But it was just so you'd come back and join us. . ." Which had happened, so really, it worked out well.
"But by the time I got there, you were both spent..." Which hadn't lasted that long, actually, and the next morning had been a fun mess of it, but he could pretend he needed to get revenge for something. He kissed Merton again, and only pulled back when he was panting and hard and pressed as close against his mate as he could be. That's when he turned the doorknob, tumbling them both into Gideon's room.
Merton was going to argue, but Heath was kissing him, so he didn't bother, just wound an arm around his neck and kissed back, leaning back against the door. He had to hang on hard to keep from genuinely falling on his ass though, when Heath opened the door. He laughed, tugging at Heath's air. He backed up again once the door was open, aiming for Gideon's bed and then dropping back, tugging at Heath to follow. "He'll make us wash his sheets," he teased.
"He'll join us later and help get them dirty," Heath countered, crawling into the bed with Merton and pushing the younger man back when he'd gotten high enough on the bed that it wouldn't leave them both hanging asses off the side of it. His mouth went back to Merton's, but just for a second, because he had to pull away to rip Merton's shirt up and off of his arms, tossing it to the floor.
Merton lifted up helpfully to let Heath tug his shirt off, reaching to pull his off too, and then settling back again, arms winding around him and one leg hooking around his. "Probably. He'll be pissed if he brings someone home and we're here. Unless they want to climb in too." Merton considered that, thinking about how many bodies might fit in bed. "We need a bigger bed. If that happens."
"Enlarging charms," Heath grinned, and he leaned in to steal one more kiss before he pulled away from Merton's body and reached for the button of his jeans, taking his time tracing Merton's cock through the zipper before he worked them open. "I'm pretty damn good at those."
Merton laughed. "Really? So it's not just a sock down the front of your jeans on stage, then?" he asked, sneaking a hand between them to squeeze at his dick through the jeans his still wore. He answered the kiss, and then watched Heath as he opened his jeans. His hips bucked up as Heath's fingers traced over him. "Good thing. Barbarians would all be disappointed. . ."
"Only down Kirley's," Heath joked, voice serious in it for a moment before he laughed and tugged Merton's pants down over his hips, down his legs. When he'd tossed them to the ground, he made his way back up with his mouth, sliding from Merton's ankle and then up to his knee - up his inner thigh, slow and sucking, and over to his hip.
Merton laughed and pinched at him. "I'm teeeeelllling him you said that," he taunted, dragging it out and lifting his hips to let Heath strip him. He snorted a half-giggle as Heath's mouth slid over his knee, tickling him a little, and then moaned as it reached his thigh. "Mmmm," he murmured vaguely, hips twisting a little and legs sliding wider apart. He brushed his fingers through Heath's hair. "So did you put the sock down his pants?" he managed. "How many of our pants have you been in, anyway?"
"Technically you don't have any pants," Heath pointed out, but he groaned a little as he said it, Merton's fingers in his hair already touching a nerve. The kisses dropped across his skin became a little more deliberate, sucking a mark at Merton's hip, and then skipping his cock to slide back to his other thigh, making him squirm again.
"I did. And then you got into them, and now they went away," Merton answered, hips rocking up as Heath's mouth marked him, squirming again. Merton liked little bruises. Gideon did that too, and it was usually a pretty quick way to turn him on. Not that he wasn't there already anyway. He tugged a little more urgently at Heath's hair. "You still have pants," he said, lifting a leg to pluck at the fabric with his toes in an obvious request to get them off, too.
"Aye, I do," Heath answered, but he wasn't ready quite yet to be distracted from what he'd been doing, and his mouth slid up Merton's thigh until just a small twist had him teasing at Merton's balls, nose and then his tongue against them, still teasingly avoiding his cock.
Merton was about to suggest that something be done about that situation, because he liked Heath naked. But then he was twisting, tongue against his balls, and Merton just arched up, groaning and forgetting to protest Heath's still-pantsed state of being. He tugged fruitlessly at Heath's hair, legs sliding wider again, cock hard - and sadly neglected at the moment.
Heath loved how welcoming Merton always seemed to be for this. He wondered for a moment if the other man actually thought about sex, of if he just fell into it when the opportunity presented itself, and then he decided that as long as he was falling into it in his bed (or Gideon's, as the case may be tonight) he didn't really care. A second later his tongue was sliding a flat, slow trail up from the base of Merton's cock, until it could flick against the tip.
Merton tended to take sex where it was offered. Which was often enough that he didn't have to think about it much when he was on his own. But since he started shagging around fairly regularly with his roommates, he'd definitely been a little more aware of the possibility of a shag coming up when they were around. And he was never not up for that. Plus he just LIKED his bandmates, in and out of bed, so he was pleased when they got to the sex stage, or when they were just sitting around hanging out.
He moaned at the slow lick, bucking up, cock twitching. "Heath!"
"What?" Heath grinned against the head of Merton's cock, but stopped what he was doing and looked up the cello player's body, waiting for him to ask for it. "Want me to stop?" He teased. He knew fill bloody well that Merton hadn't been asking for that, if anything he'd been asking for more.
Merton whimpered a little and stuck out his tongue. "Wanker," he accused, but it was faint, and unconvincing, since he was straining up, and pulling at Heath's hair. "No. Suck me, please!" he gave in readily enough, since Heath seemed to want to hear it, and Merton wasn't at all opposed to giving him what he wanted.
Heath didn't need to hear it, but it did make him groan, make his cock jerk in his jeans, and he wasn't going to deny what he wanted when Merton was tugging at his hair that way, pulling him toward his cock. He grinned again, but he didn't tease this time, licking a wet trail just around the head of Merton's cock to make him jump, and then he was taking him in - sliding down expertly and slow until Merton was buried in his throat.
Merton did jump as soon as his tongue licked at him, moaning again and digging his free hand into the sheets. He groaned as Heath suddenly surged up, strangled noise in his throat. Oh, that was good. Better than the teasing, even if that had been fun too. "Heath!" he groaned again, squirming in place rather than bucking into Heath's throat.
He could have bucked up - Heath would have loved it even if he probably would have choked. He was practiced enough at this, but most of the time he was getting sucked off rather than sucking, and he had to pull back a little to breathe before he sucked him in again, setting up a slow, tortuously slow, sort of rythm and feeling Merton squirm underneath him.
Merton moaned, hips twisting and fingers pulling at Heath's hair fitfully. That was good. Heath had a fantastic mouth, and Merton really liked how he looked like that, lips wrapped around his cock. He moaned and bit his lip, back arching up and one knee bending up, toes pressing into Heath's calf, just for another point of contact between them. "Nghh, ohfuckHeath," he groaned, warning him a little, though just how close he was getting was more than obvious.
Heath took it as a sign that he still had it when Merton's groan sounded more like a warning, and when he could already feel him tightening and shivering at the edge underneath him. He groaned around his cock, moving back enough that he could tease just the sensitive space underneath the head for a minute - tongue and just the bare touch of teeth - before he took him in completely again and again, forcing himself not to breathe and to swallow hard around his cock at every thrust.
Merton moaned and couldn't help bucking up as Heath teased at him. He'd almost started to come down just a little, enough that he wasn't about to come, at least, when Heath suddenly took him in again. He felt the muscles of Heath's throat swallowing around him, and the warm sudden heat there again. Merton cried out sharply, bucking once more and yanking too-hard at Heath's hair as he came, teeth catching on his own lip as his head arched back and his eyes shut.
Heath wouldn't swallow except for people he really wanted, cared for, and Merton and Gideon both definitely fell into that camp. He swallowed around him as he came, making sure he hadn't missed anything as he licked him clean, afterward, waiting until he felt Merton slump back against the bed before he stopped to slide up his body, catching his mouth hard when he had - sharing his taste.
Merton puddled into the bed and curled his arm around Heath, kissing back, lazy but eager, and smiled against his mouth, making a pleased sound. He dropped his head back finally, grinning and drawing in a shaky breath. "Mmm. Thank you," he mumbled, laughing a little breathlessly.
"I'm not done," Heath pointed out, grinning against Merton's laugh and kissing him again, and one had between them snaked in to finally pop the button on his jeans and unzip so he could wriggle his way out of them.
Merton grinned. "Mmm. . . but I'm tired now. Can't we just take a nap?" he teased, thigh sliding against Heath's, plainly not really meaning it, since he reached down as soon as Heath's jeans were open, sliding a hand beneath them, over his ass. "What else do you have in mind?"
"You can take a nap if you want to," Heath pretended not to care whether Merton was sleeping or not, nipping at his jaw as he tried to kick out of his own jeans without moving too far away from him. "Can wake you up when I'm finished if you'd rather, but it won't be as much fun."
"Does that mean you'll shag me while I'm asleep? Shady, mate. Really bloody twisted," Merton teased, pinching his arse as Heath wriggled out of his jeans. "Suppose I'll stay awake then. 'm tired though. So maybe you should put on a show to wake me up?" he suggested. Merton sort of undermined his own teasing by slipping a hand between them to wrap around his cock and stroke over him slowly.
"Does that mean you wouldn't like it?" Heath sounded teasingly offended, swatting Merton's hand away and then pulling away from him entirely to finish stripping off before he came back, laying half beside him on the bed, half on top of him. "A show?" Heath nuzzled against Merton's jaw, then down across his collarbone. "What sort of show?" But then Merton's hand was on him instead, and Heath hissed, low and long, and didn't really think he'd have to put on any sort of show after all.
"I don't know. You could wank and I'll watch and tell you if it's hot," Merton suggested, humming a pleased sound as Heath nuzzled. "Or I 'spose I'm awake enough to just do it myself," he added, grinning and sliding his hand again, fingers wrapped around his dick, squeezing lightly. "Unless you have other ideas."
"Like that idea better," Heath said with a sort of groan, and for a second the teeth that slid across Merton's jaw were sharper, biting in harder than he meant to, and he pulled himself back from his mate's throat at the same time he pumped himself into his hand, teasing with a, "Besides, you already want me. Why should I work for it?"
Merton made a strangled, surprised sound at the hard bite, blinking and arching his head back. It was a little harder than their usual, casually sexual playfulness was. He didn't mind though, and he swallowed, wriggling a little to get a better reach, hand stroking over Heath's cock more firmly. "Because I already got off. So I could go to sleep if you're not nice," he answered, but it was obvious that Merton had no intention of stopping what he was doing now, anyway.
Unsurprisingly, he didn't try to go to sleep until Heath was just as worn out as he was. And neither of them bothered to get out of Gideon's bed, either, so it was him coming home that eventually woke them.