Axel Chains was not a bad guy - sure he could act stupid, stay stupid things, and some people might think he was some kind of psychopath because of his skull-print shirt, love of metal and the fact that no ones even seen what the top half of his face looks like, spreading the rumor that if you looked into his eyes he would eat your soul. In all honesty though he wasn't a bad guy. Sometimes he would be a dick to his friends (Benatar especially) but it's not like he meant any harm by it, all dudes were bros, and they were as tight as bros could get. They had all been friends since high school (well, Axel met them when he was a senior in high school and they were all younger than him, but they became friends anyways).
Okay so sometimes he could be a complete asshole to Benatar but in reality they were actually close friends, making fun of each other was just a way of showing that they cared. And Axel cared about Benatar a lot, like a lot a lot. A lot in the way that it was kinda sorta - okay utterly and completely - gay, Yes the second-biggest pervert of YFM (The first being the literal face of the band, Puffpuff Humbert) had the hots for Benatar. It wasn't so much that he didn't like girls, it was just that he loved their bodies couldn't fathom staying with one long-term.
Which brings him into the situation he is in now, making him question whether or not he deserved his current... predicament.
It all started three days ago. The members of YFM were at the Bald Beaver. Axel had been thoroughly rejected like five times by some hot chicks and threw about half of his money at strippers and was swigging down his sorrows at the bar. Benatar was sitting there nursing a martini. The brit always ate and drank slowly, it takes him about an hour just to drink a mug of coffee (he carries it around with him and takes sips while he's doing other morning shit). Axel sat on the stool right next to his bandmate.
"Are you a lightweight?" He had asked the blonde, taking a shot of whisky. Benatar shrugged, he wasn't much of a talker. Over the years Axel has sort of developed a Benatar sense; he could understand Benatar without the him having to say anything. It was weird and the other guys didn't have it but no one questioned it. "You want to have a shot contest?" Axel asked. The reading he got from Benatar was clearly a question as to why he should "It'll be metal! Come on loosen up your britches or some English shit like that."
And then they started drinking, waiting for the other one to say that they had enough after each shot. Axel lost count after ten shots and they were both hammered by the time the drummer ran out of money. "Y-You know..." Axel slurred, putting an arm around the brits shoulders "I give you a lot of shit... But dude you're like my best friend..." He laughed and wasn't even sure why.
"You tried to shove my head into a loo." Benatar pointed out; Axel smiled, because he liked Benatar's voice as high and soft as British as it was, if only he would talk more often.
"I tried, you actually has did that to me." The metal head reminded him; when they met in high school Axel immediately disliked Benatar and tried to beat up PuffPuff for being his friend, unfortunately Benatar got involved and Axel dragged him into the bathroom for a swirly. However, he didn't know the brit well enough to know that Benatar's frail appearance was hella disceiving. The guy was seriously strong, unnatural strong for someone as skinny as he, so he turned the tables on Axel and instead shoved his head into the toilet.
Benatar giggled at the memory - it made Axel feel tingles in his chest "The school made me write an apology letter." The keytarist mused, Axel tightened his arm around the others neck and pulled him closer until his head was resting on Benatar's shoulder "Axel, you're drunk."
"So are yous." Axel slurred and burst out laughing, he started to fade in and out but he was somewhat aware that he was hanging on Benatar as the blonde dragged him out of the club. And next thing he knew they were in the bus. Without warning Axel wretched and threw up, vomit ending up on both his and Benatar's shirts.
"Hey!" Benatar chastised him, then sat the brunette down on the couch. With fumbling fingers the keytarist took off his tie, blue blazer and finally his white shirt, Axel stared at the blondes chest hungrily. Benatar may have been slender, but he definitely wasn't bony.
'Heheh, I could make him reeeaal bony. Down there.' Axel thought with a giggle as he felt his own shirt getting tugged off and thrown to the ground. "Dude... I need anothers shirt. Go get me another one."
Benatar groaned, his brain working too stupid to force himself up from the couch "No fucking way, I'm too sloshed right now."
"Lightweight!" Axel teased and without thinking he put rested his head in Benatar's lap and stared up - with him looking up at the blonde while his own hair was sticking up they could actually look at each other in the eyes for a change. Benatar had brown eyes, Axel had green.
Axel didn't remember who kissed first - he liked to think it was Benatar, but something that forward is something he'd usually expect from himself. Things got really heated from that point on and both of their brains must have shut off. The kiss grew deep... Axel pulled Benatar on top of him... They were moaning and kissing, hands were roaming everywhere, the rest of their clothes ended up on the floor. With little sense of time and place Axel remembered he had his fingers digging into Benatar's shoulders as the blond was thrusting inside of him. Even drunk the brit had a slow but oh so satisfying rhythm, it felt so good that Axel didn't even care he was on bottom. He was calling out his name and Benatar was calling out his. He came before Benatar was finished and passed out while his bandmate was still pushing in and out of him.
He woke up the next morning lying on top of Benatar, who was thoroughly blacked out and had an arm draped lazily across Axel's back. Panicking when he saw they were both naked and still remembering some of the night before, the drummer got off of the other martian, threw a blanket on top of him and rushed into the bathroom. He threw up into the toilet several times and took a hot shower to wash off the sweat, cum and scent of Benatar off of him. In retrospect sleeping with Benatar in itself he didn't mind, but it was the fact that they were both drunk that made him feel a bit icky. It wasn't fully consensual on both parts.
He climbed out and got dressed, exiting the bathroom just as Benatar was stirring awake. His heart thumped as the groaning keytarist sat up and looked at him "What happened last night? Why am I naked?" Benatar asked; the metalhead realized that his friend had no idea of what took place that night... Oh thats right, Benatar hadn't eaten anything that night because he was so busy practicing for Puffpuff's new song, he was drinking on an empty stomach. He must have been blacked out the whole time.
"You see uh..." He rummaged his throbbing skull for an excuse "We got really drunk last night and uh, I convinced you to go streaking. Sorry man..."
Benatar groaned "Well isn't that just the dogs bollocks?" He cursed, and with blanket still wrapped around him modestly he shuffled his way into the bathroom, innocently unaware that Axel not only knew exactly how his naked body looked, but was actually well acquainted with it. That was three days ago, Axel hoped that if he forced himself to forget about it everything would be okay, he could continue to admire Benatar from afar satisfied that even if it was unlikely that they would ever be together, at least they had spent one night together. And he could keep this all to himself and there would be no immediate consequences.
Yet here he was, hunched over the toilet with bile staining his lips, feeling like absolute shit. Why? Apparently, sleeping with your best friend drunk and not telling him about it was so bad, the universe punished him by knocking him up.
