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Bathroom Breaks

⇒ Joey Jordison x Mick Thomson (Slipknot)

⇒ Slow Burn, Smut (Unsafe/Rough)

⇒ ~3.8k Words

⇒ ( ；∀；) oki so lik — dis mAY have been inspired by lik 2 other fanfics in ao3

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Mick sat comfortably in an empty loo, massaging his head from the loud music that blared from the concert he performed 6 hours ago. Needing a place to recollect his thoughts, alongside bringing himself back to reality, his immediate thought were the nearby loo’s the building they had performed, provided.

It’s not much, he felt like not dealing with the ruckus the band caused with the constant drinking & shouting they do.

Inhaling, than exhaled. It felt comforting. Sitting alone, hearing some song play &｡｡ Corey shouting outside the stalls? That didn’t bother Mick.

Until he heard the song growing louder? Breaking off whatever mediation practice he performed, his ears tingled from the door open for a second or two. As a pair of shoes stepped into the room. Becoming obvious he wasn’t the only one.

Luckily it was only a sole pair. As they walked around near the stall he sat in, directing to the sink.

Must be Clown or Chris, he annoyingly thought to himself.

Physically rolling his eyes in frustration alongside.

Mick assumed either or was there to check up on him. Probably since he sat there for a good 10 minutes or so.

Though, the more he payed attention to the shoes the unknown member wore, as he leaned his head a bit lower｡｡ doesn’t seem its neither.

Below are a pair of semi-worn down Vans shoes. The man pumped the soap dispenser, once, twice, four times. Activating the sink to clean off his hands.

Mick questioned himself who in the band wore those specific shoes. Thinking for 20 or so seconds as the faucet poured down the soap from the now washed hands. He opened his mouth, attempting to start a conversation.

Suddenly the person spoke up.

“ Clown is questioning where you went, Mick.”

“ ｡｡ Jo?”, Mick’s heart sank as he heard his voice.

A quick guess, though he could be wrong. Purely blaming the loud song, even if they could barely hear so.

The drummer left his hands wet, possibly to whip them off his black long sleeve he wore, as he walked nearby the stall Mick stayed in.

Facing one-on-one, well｡｡ sort of, as Mick stared into the stall that kept Joey on the other side.

“ Ha, no shit. What are you doing there anyways? Something wrong?”, the tiny drummer sounded concerned.

Needing to stray from any suspicions, Mick spoke half the truth, “ Nah, just needed some time to myself. That’s all.”

Joey sighed in relief, “ Heh, that’s good to hear. Is it alright if I wait for you outside? Everyone’s occupied & well, since you’re here, I was curious if we could｡｡ hang out?”

Silence.

For some reason, Mick felt heart-warmed from Joey’s response. It was common the two hangout ritually. Suddenly, as the band got in the way, they began to hang out with separate band members. Feeling butt hurt as Mick no longer heard from the drummer. Instead, witnessing him hang out with others who aren’t him.

Wishing to relieve those memories & knowing how Joey thinks, deep down. Feeling his cheeks warming up from the thought of the two hanging out, alone, away from everyone else, brought pure happiness onto him. Developing small butterflies, fluttering around his heart like a flower.

Not wanting to miss the opportunity, he agreed.

“ Mick?”

“ Of course! Of course.”, Mick interrupted in joy.

Hearing the loo stall door, pushed forward to him, it felt like Joey smiled through that door.

“ Hm”, he cheerfully spoke, “ Take as much time as you need. I’ll wait for you.”

Mick grunted in agreement. Causing Joey to step away from the door.

Still witnessing the shoes as they back up 2 feet.

Joey’s body leaned against the wall. Placing his hands behind him, observing the room the two are in.

There wasn’t much to make note of as it seems to be the typical male loo. More neater than ones he’s been in before. Quiet a coincidence he & Mick met at this loo.

Yet he felt lucky to come across his pathway again.

Lightly blowing off any hair strands from his eyesight, the sound of the metallic lock caught his interest in a heartbeat. Physically stopping whatever he was doing as Mick came out of the stall.

Smiling once again, as the little man gave a boost away from the wall. Greeting Mick with said smile.

He felt touched by his smile. Heart, metaphorically, couldn’t stop fluttering in ecstasy. Almost wanting to hug him, tightly close against his bulky figure, until Joey left out of breath. But immediately retracted since this is the first they agreed to hang out in quite some time. All Mick could do was keep his cool. Sighing in contentment.

Smiling back, “ You’re in a happy mood.”

“ Why wouldn’t I be? I pretty much get to hangout with my favorite band mate.”

Joey stepped behind, giving space for Mick to exit the loo. Mick continued to stand there.

“ That’s the first.”, he jokingly responded, “ Thought it be Corey or someone else.”

“ Yeah, yeah, him too. But I thought it be nice if we could｡｡ you know, spend time like we used too.”

Joey made his way nearby the front door. Waiting for his band mate to wash his hands or preparing to leave with him.

The guitarist stepped out, looking behind his back, making sure he hadn’t left anything valuable or important behind. Watching the toilet seat empty, he turned to form another smile. Eyeing at Joey as he made his way to the sink.

Performing the same hygiene ritual, focusing his eyes on the faucet.

Joey’s reflection could be seen through the mirror. Thinking of what to say as the same tune course out. Fiddling his hair to make himself look｡｡ presentable to Mick, with the help of the mirror.

Mick couldn’t help but eye the drummer, little by little. Somewhat embracing him & his body. Despite being clothed, his mind slowly pieced what Joey looked beneath the baggy long sleeve & perfectly fitted dark blue jeans. But avoided eye contact so the other doesn’t suspect of anything.

The faucet automatically turned off. Physically shaking off any excess water droplets, relying on the air around them to do its job in naturally drying them. Collecting himself & making sure the droplets hadn’t gotten to his grey shirt, he peeked once more to catch Joey looking back at him.

Panically, the tiny drummer thought of something to ignore the idea of explaining why he stared in a suspicious manner. Imitating a coughing sound as he rose his hand, suggesting he coughed.

“ Aah. Uhm, so are you ready to leave?”, leaning his back on the wall.

His side body faced the door. Motioning Mick to be the first to leave.

Still, Mick was unsure if he wanted to hear his band mate’s obnoxious behavior. Sure he partook in their activities from past events similar to the one he & Joey are in now, he needed a gateway so the two musicians could finally spend time.

Joey’s right hand began to lean near the door, music blasted the moment it peeked an inch or so. Alongside the music, Corey could be heard uncontrollably shouting to an unknown member. Maybe it was Sid, who knows.

Making a face of uncertainty, Mick needed to say something before the drummer moved his body.

“ How’s we｡｡ ” , Mick felt being watched by Joey, paying attention to the ceiling off of embarrassment, “ How’s we stay here in the bathroom?”

“ What??”, Joey asked.

His eye level dropped, trying to ration the words to reason with the man.

“ You know｡｡ Staying here? Away from everyone?”

Joey’s pale hand stopped holding the door, facing his entire body in bafflement. His face read loud & clear.

“ You, & I, stay in here? Am I correct?”, he asked

His right hand to sync with his sentence.

Mick made a dumbfounded face, “ Eee, yes.”

From the response alone, Joey’s face developed quickly. Conflicted by two sides in wether or not he should stay.

It’s been awhile since he & Mick hang out, & he needed a break as well. But｡｡ staying in a loo?

Last he recalled, they could leave the building & into their hotel rooms or wherever served a quick bite. Devil’s advocate played, reasoning with him that Mick started drinking. Even if his speech was that of a sober man’s.

Intentionally sighing loudly, Joey had no choice but to agree.

“ Fine.”

“ Fine what?”

“ We’ll stay here.”, Joey sounded annoyed, “ Though, it’s gonna be a pain to find some seating.”

Mick hummed. Walking past the drummer to survey the bathroom stalls once more. Not much, just separate loo’s & tp dispensers.

The drummer tagged along behind him. Feeling the warmth of another body, pressed against his back｡｡ sent small goosebumps behind his back.

Joey lowered his voice, sarcastically, “ I mean, unless you’re into lap dances｡｡ let’s head to the handicapped one.”

The guitarist burned up from the response. Right away, turning his head to face Joey’s mischievous smirk. Visibly shocked at the response, Mick grew speechless. His facial skin turning some shade of red｡｡ as the drummer giggled.

“ No.”

“ I’m kidding, dude!”, the drummer joyously responded, “ I know you’re not into that type of stuff!”

His tiny body gave Mick some space. Thinking it was gonna help. Doing so hard not to think of what the two could do if it developed THAT far. He needed a way to get back at him.

His hard hands touched the handicapped stall, feeling the same: all painted in a plastic surface. They both heard the door creaked to reveal a fairly spacious stall with a seated loo in the far left corner. Mick turned to see Joey in disbelief. Aware of whats to come, he desperately shook his head in disagreement.

“ Get in.”, pointing his thumb to the open stall.

“ No, no, no. I think I’m good!”, Joey pleaded.

Mick chuckled at such a cute response, grabbing his right wrist, as he dragged the two into the stall. All the tiny drummer could do was take it in, producing a small noise from the physical contact, thinking it wouldn’t lead to anything sexual｡｡ hopefully.

~~~~~~

With Joey in Mick’s lap, it wasn’t obvious the two would remain quiet. Suddenly the guitarist felt blessed having such close contact with Joey. Feeling his fairly toned yet plump ass on his right lap, with every centimeter of movement｡｡ the pockets of his jeans rubbed in against his lap. His arm wrapped around his back for moral support, grabbing ahold of his grey shirt to not fall｡｡ it felt oddly nice. A bit too nice.

“ So do you get this from other band mates or am I the lucky one?”

Joey faced his band mate, carrying a small smirk to help ease their situation.

Mick immediately picked up, “ No, yeah. You’re the lucky one.”

“ Haha. You should’ve told me you were feeling this way. I would’ve helped regardless.”

“ What do you mean?”

Feeling his stomach twist into a knot, he needed to know what the drummer meant.

“ Just, maybe you’re feeling those sexual angsty moments. You know, finding pornography or-”

“ Hm.”, Mick interrupted, “ For a second, I thought you meant, like, having sex with me.”

Joey fell dubious, facing the nearby wall. The guitarist slowly felt his eyes widen in response.

“ Well, if you need to.”, he admitted.

Gripping onto the back part of the shirt, his right hand laid onto his other lap. Mentally unaware if he was gonna give in or not.

Mick seemed oblivious.

Opening his mouth, thinking of something to say, though his head remained in a frantic state. Clenching his teeth on one another, he shut in. Leaving the other unaware that he was meant to say something.

It didn’t help as the warm feeling came back. Heart pumping in a drum like manner, torso slowly drenched in sweat, hands wanting to feel something of Joey’s.

For some reason Mick felt something getting hard in between his two legs. Making minimal efforts to not focus on his crotch, though, it became obvious. At least, to him.

Physically poking out even with the pants, his outer self still remained tough.

Though the feeling grew, needing to cool off, he couldn’t bluntly pass Joey off the bat. Especially from the conversation they just had.

It, it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try. Would it? Between coworkers, band mates, friends.

He wouldn’t mind, would he?

“ Mick.”

Breaking off whatever thinking Mick fell into, he switched his eye direction to face Joey. Despite the long raven black hair covering his eyes, it grew clear. Reading his mind, Mick knew what he’s about to suggest.

His back tingled from back rubs the drummer made, purposefully warming him up. Didn’t help how Joey’s hips erotically rubbed on him. Even though the music shouted outside the stalls, his mind focused more on the grinding from the jeans.

“ Are you sure you don’t want to do it?”

The way his peachy shaded lips spoke, growing unsure if they should do so.

Joey’s right hand gently touched Mick’s left pec. His warm hand slide around, creating the same rhythm. Thumb massaging his nipple to cause some sort of stimulation. A sudden dose of dopamine hit, unknowingly developing a low growl towards the drummer. Visibly repressing those feelings.

It became clear Joey felt desperate for an answer. Desperately wanting to do so as his cock had also harden.

Still maintaining eye contact, “ Let’s do it. I promise nothing will happen between us.”, begged the drummer.

Noticing their bulges popping out, they might as well do so to avoid any guesses from band mates. Gripping onto the shirt, right below his pec, heart beaten twice with every physical touch Joey caused in the man. Eyeing through his long hair. A look of covet played.

Mick felt the need to grasp for air. Getting a hold of reality yet it felt far gone once they sat in the same seat. His desire to take control of the drummer grew louder, louder, louder, & LOUDER. Wanting to get rid of some long warm feeling he felt beneath his crotch, even if it did come from a man｡｡ it’ll just be this once. Between the two.

Placing his rough hand on the drummer’s fair skin, fingertips touching｡｡ eventually his entire hand including palm felt his skin. Still feeling warm, must be his face blushing from the sudden change of emotion. Guiding the drummer to fully face him. Mick’s heavy breathing developed. Heart pounding once Joey gave a look only a woman would give off in this situation. Slowly opening his lips as Joey’s hands gave in an extra boost to keep the two closer than they’ve become.

Wanting to taste his kisses, Mick’s palm pushed in the drummer’s soft lips into his very own. Both closing eyes, receiving a peck. Hearing his soft breathing felt thrilling, giving in his urges to bond. Pushing in more to aggressively kiss multiple times all over the drummer’s lips. He grew amazed how fairly soft skinned Joey naturally was. With every kiss feeling euphoric, he shivered when Joey’s fingers intertwined with his hair. Not wanting to separate.

Joey hummed from their activities, feeling his own body melt from the treatment, he loved how Mick toyed with him.

Slathering each other’s tongues onto each other, it felt warmer than anything the two band mate’s have experienced. Having his bottom lip suckle that evolved into another kiss, he needed to have him inside. Thinking of how the two would have sex made him more submissive than it should. Digging Mick’s hair, as the air around them increase in temperature. Needing a fresh of breathe air yet the shmacking nosies & how jello Joey’s body felt, Mick couldn’t get enough.

Hearing his ears ring in joy with Joey softly moaning under his breath. He loved this side of him.

Separating their lips, a barely noticeable snail trail of saliva attached the band mate’s lips. Lightly falling onto Joey’s cleft chin. Breathing in each other, process what had happen, the grip slowly loosen up from the lack of conscious. Mick made sure he held onto the drummer, he placed his hand behind the drummer’s back area. Trying not to startle or drive further｡｡ Peeking his eyes to see Joey brush off his long hair, pushing them across his back ears, though it failed as some hair retracted back. Giving the guitarist his full attention.

Very close in doing so, the two needed to find a way to initiate it.

“ Hey”, speaking at the same time.

Witnessing Joey melt again, Mick’s grip grew aggressive.

“ Lets.”

“ Strip.”

Even though they’ve witnessed each other, taking off their causal clothes, in replacement with the baggy prison jumpsuits. Obviously it felt different, viewing each other take off their clothing, piece by piece. Mick couldn’t help but lay his eyes in how feminine Joey’s body physique looked.

Stopping his tracks midway, Joey’s exposed lower half was revealed. Facing away from him, throwing his boxers on the ground. However, Mick eyed how plump & rounded it became. The urge to help the drummer not reveal the last piece prompt in his mind. Tossing his shirt to the ground, walking right behind the drummer, his throbbing cock beneath his jeans touched the other’s bare ass. Gently grinding on his skin.

Joey flinched. Slightly turning to catch Mick’s hands massaging his shoulders. No longer feeling tense as they both made way to the empty toilet. His pale palms on the surface, the drummer embarrassingly spread his legs. Hearing the belt unbuckle & his ass being spread, he gulped. Flushing immensely, feeling his hips being held in a submissive way, at any moment Mick would go in without much thought.

Hoping he go soft for their first. Though, Joey had a feeling he won’t.

Suddenly, something harder than anything he felt, entered inside. Moaning softly where Mick could hear, whom also moaned under his breath. Luckily it went inside so easily, yet it felt huge. Too huge for his tiny frame to take ahold. Hands fisting & his toes in a tippy-toe position to support Mick’s area, Joey felt it plopping in & out.

Slowly thrusting to get the use of this rhythm.

All Mick could focus was how deep his band mate took him. Hearing the music blaring meanwhile Joey did his best to keep in his voice, though failing miserably. With each thrust entering in deeper than before. It almost seemed he was eating his cock right in front of him. Creating a sound as their skin made contact, he loved it. Though, Mick wanted to go further.

Guiding his right hand to firmly grasp his ass cheek, Joey felt shivers down his spine. Moaning somewhat loud than before, in response to what his band made did. Witnessing his hair bounce little by little due to ricochet, Mick went for it.

Aggressively yanking his long hair, forcing Joey to clash into his muscular build. The speed increase with the drummer clinging onto the surface. His volume made it clear how deep Mick went in. Every thrust aiming for his sweet spot, the louder his voice made, the faster it had gotten. Needing to let go, as his head felt lighter the longer Mick maintained this speed, the guitarist retracted.

Leaning his entire body weight over the drummer, drawing his other hand around Joey’s nipples. Groping, rubbing & pinching to increase his sensitivity as he plows his insides. Joey’s voice hadn’t stopped, clearly enjoying this treatment even if the others heard. It felt electrifying feeling Mick’s harsh breathing & grunts vibrate on him. Feeling the small smooches around his shoulder, not stopping one bit to catch a break.

What used to be kisses of pleasure, evolved into love marks.

Suckling on his fair skin & slathering his tongue all over, created goosebumps in Joey. Pleading for more as four visible marks could be seen running around his left shoulder. Though all Mick focused was making the drummer feel great. Giving out aggressive thrusts as his body leaned against the drummer, he needed to hear him scream. As the sense of euphoria hit him harder than it should’ve.

“ Ah! Mi-Mick!”, he cried aloud, “ You’re lifting me!”

He felt lighter than the many times he’s carried him. Legs trembling as the rapid pacing grew harsher. Forcing Joey to take in the wall with Mick’s bare hand pinning him against, throwing themselves against the other stall door. Vibrating his lungs out as he made a face of pure joy.

Feeling the rapid vibration through his stomach made him love the treatment. Getting ever so warmer, dripping noises of Joey’s cock spewing out cum had emerged.

The pace had slowed, giving out deep blows. Still moaning even though his voice gave out.

Mick leaned his head once more, aiming for Joey’s right shoulder. Feeling the need to cum in, sinking his bare canines in the man’s skin, he listened to it.

Biting in deeper, breathing in his smell, as he felt Joey cling harder. Blowing off his hot load deep inside the drummer. The taste of blood felt nice, hearing Joey’s light grasps for air, it felt too much like a dream. Letting off his canines to lick off any visible blood drops.

The gushing sounds of cum electrified the drummer. Slowly witnessing stars as his head began to fog out. Yet, he felt being let go in a used manner.

Taking off his cock, as his hands helped guide him down to safety. He had been placed down on the loo. Cum dripping all over his lower half, it began to leak a bit on the loo. Catching his breath though his hips ached from the pressure.

Joey heard Mick buckle himself. Handing over his boxers during the process. Trying to grasp on reality, he accepted the offering.

“ Well. That was｡｡ something”, Mick took his shirt & put it back on, “ I’m surprised you’re still up.”

Going over to Joey’s belongings, helping him get dressed.

“ This isn’t going to be, like, a normal thing. Is it?”, massaging his head to keep him awake.

Mick peeped over his shoulder, thinking of what to say.

“ Maybe.”

Eyes lit up from the response, maybe he’s just bluffing.

His body shifted to walk up to him. Handing over the drummer his clothes & belongings.

Watching his drenched body cover up. Mick gave his hand to help Joey get a boost.

Exiting the stall, Joey felt the guitarist’s rough hand laying near his hip area. Legs still half-asleep, they remained close.

Nearby the exit door, Mick’s empty hand placed on it. Shifting to Joey, whom is patting his stomach. Loudly grumbled in hunger.

What a coincidence, Mick also heard his own stomach hunger.

“ I saw this nice diner.”, Joey suggested.

Smiling, Mick nodded to whatever the drummer had in mind, knowing that the night is still young. They weren’t done spending time with each other.

“ Sounds great, lead the way.”