possible misunderstandings

this story is a request from @0oedgyshito0, i hope you enjoy it!

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"jesus, dave!" james shouted as he opened and looked into dave's beside table's drawer.
"what, anything wrong with it? and— why the fuck are you searching around in my drawers!?" dave asked as he was packing his guitar for rehearsals.
"it's so fucking dirty!- there's a fucking giant spider in it." james turned to face dave, who seems to have forgot about cleaning his drawer.

dave seems to be quite nervous about the giant spider shit, even though he usually wasn't scared of spiders.
"jesus! pull it out! it's fucking huge!" dave shouted out loud, without even thinking about the misunderstandings there might be.

unfortunately for them, their short and annoying drummer lars was waiting behind their door for them to actually show up and go to the rehearsals.
he was just waiting, thinking about other stuff that might tickle his little brain of his.
his thinking booth was interrupted by the sudden shout by dave, bringing lars to listen to the conversation further.

"i know! i'm trying to pull it out, but this thing is enormous!" james shouts as he tries to take the spider by trapping it with a roll of toilet paper.
"not like this, you fucker! don't you see that it's that deep!? it's impossible, it will bite your fucking head off!" dave shouts in response. every single word he said had another meaning, but he didn't realize that.

lars was with his ear pressed to the door, imagining the scene of his two friends doing "business" together.
in his mind lars was strictly into girls, but he admits that he often was sexually attracted by dave.

(man always goes for the lead guitarists, god damnit.)

lars imagines dave laying on the bed completely naked in one of his particular positions, and james on top of him, placing kisses all over his body.
dave moans when james bites his neck a little harder than the usual, then sucking to leave marks...
dave is a sweaty hot mess, being held tightly by james' strong arms and moaning as their bodies become one.

lars is starting to feel his pants tighten, fantasy bringing him to a whole new level of pleasure.
he really was 100% sure that his bandmates were doing the dirty, so he decided to burst inside the room just to make them uncomfortable.

"taadaa, motherfu—" he looked quite shocked at the view.
that consisted of james with a paper-made helmet, with a sword made of pencils and markers that he was using to piss off the spider even more.
dave was sitting there, looking ar james and chuckling under his breath.

they all stood there, looking at lars with a weird expression.
"what the fuck do you want!? why did you burst in my room like that!?!" dave said angrily. looking at the drummer with a killer look.
"i- um.... me and cliff are waiting for you.. for going in the studio..."