Axel's can of worms (reupload)

Chapter 1

Axel Chase wasn't a bad guy - of course, he could behave stupidly, do stupid things, and some people thought he was some kind of psychopath because of his skull shirt, love for metal and the fact that no one even saw what the top half of his face looked like. Because of this, a rumor spread that if you look him in the eyes, he will sect your soul. Despite all this, honestly, he wasn't a bad guy. Sometimes he behaved like a jerk with his friends (especially Benarat), but he hardly wanted to hurt anyone. The guys were brothers, they were as close as possible. They have all been friends since high school (well, Axel met them when he was a high school student, and they were all younger than him, but they still became friends).Okay, sometimes he was a complete asshole towards Benatar, but in fact they were close friends, and when they made fun of each other, it was just a way to show that they didn't care about each other. And Axel really didn't care about Benatar, he didn't care very much. For the most part, in the sense that it was, well, like, quite a little - okay, completely and irrevocably - gay. Yes, the second largest pervert YFM (the first was the literal face of the group, Puff-Puff Hambert) had a crush on Benatar. It wasn't so much that he didn't like girls, he just loved their bodies, but he couldn't imagine staying with one of them for a long time. That's how he found himself in his current position and now wondered if he deserved this very... predicament. This whole story began three days ago. YFM members were at the "Fly Bean" strip club. Axel was sewed off five times by different hot chicks, he lowered almost half of all the money on the strippers and now he was drinking his grief in the bar. Benatar sat there, sipping martinis. The British always ate and drank slowly, it took him at least an hour, even just to drink a morning mug of coffee (he carried it with him everywhere and took a small sip, doing other morning chores). Axel went down on the stool next to his bandmate. - Are you lightweight? - he asked the blonde, taking a sip of whiskey. Benatar shrugged his shoulders, he wasn't very talkative. Over the years, Axel developed a kind of perception of Benatar; he could understand him without having to say anything. It was strange, and other guys didn't have it, but no one thought about it. - Do you want to arrange a competition with shots? - Axel asked. He considered Benatar's silent question about what he would want it from. - It will be metal! Come on, break up a little, loosen the breeches or some other English shit like that. And they started drinking, and after each glass, both waited for the other to say that he had had enough. Axel lost count after ten shots. By the time the drummer ran out of money, they both got lucky. - You know... - Axel said indistinctly, hugging the British by the shoulders. - I'm telling you a lot of shit... But, dude, you're like my best friend... - he laughed, not knowing why. - You tried to put my head in the toilet. - Benatar said. Axel smiled, he liked Benatar's voice, so tall and soft when he sounded British. I wish he could talk more often. - I tried, instead you shoved mine. - the metalworker reminded him. When they met in high school, Axel immediately disliked Benatar and tried to beat Puff Puff for being friends with him. Unfortunately, Benatar intervened, and Axel dragged him to the toilet to dip him in the toilet. However, he didn't know the British well enough to realize that Benatar's fragile appearance was damn deceptive. The guy was very strong, unnaturally strong someone so skinny, so he switched roles with Axel and instead put his head in the toilet. Benatar giggled at the memory of it, Axel felt a tingling in his chest. - The school made me write a letter of apology. - The keyboardist thought, Axel hugged him tightly by the neck and pulled him closer until his head was on Benatar's shoulder. - Axel, you're drunk. - Like you. Axel muttered something indistinctly and laughed. He began to go out, but still partially realized that he was hanging on Benatara when the blonde dragged him out of the club. And the next thing he remembered was that they were on the bus. Axel twisted without warning, and he threw up, and his T-shirt was splashed with vomiting, as did Benatar's shirt. - Hey! - Benatar scolded him, and then sat him on the couch. With trembling fingers, the keyboardist took off his tie, blue blazer and finally a white shirt, Axel greedily stared at the blonde's chest. Benatar may have been slim, but he definitely wasn't bony. His body was hardly too hard to the touch. "Hehe, I could make it very hard. There, down there," thought Axel with a laugh, feeling his T-shirt being pulled off, which was later thrown on the floor. - Dude... I need another T-shirt. Go and bring me another one. Benatar moaned. His brain worked too slowly for him to get up from the couch. - No way, damn it, I'm so smeared now. - Lightweight! - Axel teased and, without hesitation, put his head on Benatar's lap and stared up - when he looked at the blonde from the bottom up, while his own hair was spread apart, they could really look into each other's eyes for a change. Benatar had brown eyes, Axel had green eyes. Axel didn't remember who kissed first - he liked to think it was Benatar, but he usually expected something like that from himself. From that moment on, everything really warmed up, and both of them must have turned off their brains. The kiss became deeper... Axel pulled Benatar on himself... They moaned and kissed, their hands wandered everywhere, the rest of their clothes were on the floor. Losing a sense of time and space, Axel remembered how his fingers dugged into Benatar's shoulders when the blonde pushed inside him. Even a drunken Briton maintained a slow but so pleasant rhythm that Axel was so good that he didn't even care about being from below. He shouted someone else's name, and Benatar shouted it. He finished before Benatar finished and passed out, while his bandmate was still moving inside him. The next morning, he woke up lying on Benarat, who was out, and his hand was lazily resting on Axel's back. When the drummer saw that they were both naked, he panicked and, still remembering some of the events of last night, got down from another Martian, threw a blanket over him and rushed into the bathroom. He was vomited several times in the toilet, and he took a hot shower to wash off his sweat, sperm and the smell of Benatar. Now looking back, he realized that he didn't mind sleeping with Benarat, but the fact that they were both drunk made him feel a little nasty. This was not fully agreed on both sides. He got out and got put on, leaving the bathroom just as Benatar woke up. His heart pounded furiously when the moaning keyboardist sat down and looked at him. - What happened last night? Why am I naked? - Benatar asked, and the metalworker realized that his friend had no idea what had happened that night. Oh yes, Benatar yesterday was so busy rehearsing a new Puff-Puff song that he didn't eat anything and drank on an empty stomach that evening. He must have been unconscious all this time. - You see, uh... - he rummaged through his pulsating skull in search of an excuse. - Last night we got very drunk, and, uh, I convinced you to go run naked. I'm sorry, dude... Benatar moaned: - Well, isn't that fucking dog bullshit? - He scolded and, still modestly wrapped in a blanket, splashed into the bathroom, naively unaware that Axel not only knew exactly what his naked body looked like, but was really familiar with him.It was three days ago, and Axel hoped that if he forced himself to forget about it, everything would be fine: he could continue to admire Benarat from afar, pleased that even if it was unlikely that they would ever be together, at least they spent one night together. And he could keep it all to himself, and there would be no immediate consequences. But now he was here, leaning over the toilet, with bile on his lips, and feeling like complete shit. Why? Obviously, sleeping with his best friend drunk and not telling him about it was such a bad idea that the universe punished him, sighing.

From the author:
So... I wrote a whole fanfic in three days, because this idea was born in my head, and I had to do it. I will publish separate chapters every day or so. Honestly, male pregnancy seems strange to me, because I am from a family of doctors, and it is not as easy to give birth to a child as having organs for this, because the thing is that you need to have viable eggs and proper internal conditions, men are not created for this. But after watching a lot of pictures in which Benatar gets pregnant with Axel, I thought it would be fun to create a fanfic where everything would be the opposite. I kind of thought that Benatar would be the main thing in their relationship, although I don't know why. But because of the impossibility of a man to get pregnant naturally, I will not explain how it happened to Axel, I will leave it to the readers.