Chris Fehn x Sid Wilson [Oneshots]

Consequences ❤️‍🔥 (tw: non-con)

(Corey/Sid)

   Well, Sid screwed up.

   To provide footage for their video album, Disasterpieces, the band wore body cams to record a show. They were all explicitly instructed to not go near the crowd, so they wouldn't be stolen. But, of course, Sid couldn't help himself. So, he acted on impulse. And look where it got him. His camera had been taken, and his  clothes had gotten ripped, the latter due to some audience members who had decided to fuck with him.

   He walked backstage, immediately spotting Corey, the other man sitting down near some of the backstage equipment. He quickly walked up to the vocalist.

   "We gotta get that fucking camera back," he said, his voice barely making its way to Corey's head, partially because of the music, and partly due to the other man being hammered, and also, very furious with the DJ.

   Corey's eye twitched at that. "Fuck off!" He practically spat out. It was clear he was pissed. Even with his mask concealing his expression, he sounded very much angry. And drunk.

   Sid visibly bristled at that. "Fuck you!" He responded, although not quite as angry as Corey. He didn't quite understand why the other man was so pissed with him, but the fact that he was yelling at him made him angry, too.

   Corey glared right at him. "I'm so fucking pissed at you." He stood up, and suddenly shoved Sid into a nearby wall, catching the DJ off-guard. "Fuck you, you little fucking bitch!"

   The younger man stumbled backwards, letting out a small "oof" as he hit the hard wall behind him. Even in the dark, he could clearly see how infuriated the other man. But, he didn't really care about that, right now. If Corey was angry, they could've talked it out or something.

   "Fuck you, bitch!" He hissed out in reply, his eyes narrowing behind his own mask. At this point, he wasn't really sure what was coming out of his mouth, but all he knew was that he was mad at Corey.

   Corey slammed his hands on the wall on either side of Sid, effectively trapping him in. "I said not to go into the damn crowd, what part of that was so goddamn hard to understand!?" He growled out. Corey's whole body was nearly pressed up against Sid at that point. Only a couple inches separated their bodies.

   His eyes travelled down Sid's form, lingered on Sid's torn outfit. "God, look at you. You're so fucking stupid..." he grumbled, his gaze fixed on Sid's ripped clothes. There was a giant tear in the back of the coveralls, exposing most of his lower back, and the collar had been pulled on, to the point that it was loose, now draped over, and barely covering, Sid's shoulders. There were a few more holes here and there, like in the legs and front of the coveralls, showing just a few slivers of the other man's thighs, chest, and arms. Corey's eyes lingered on the exposed skin, drinking in every inch of the man before him. He bit his lip, and clenched his teeth. Then, he suddenly pushed himself even closer to Sid, only a single inch separating them at that point.

   "You're such a goddamn idiot," he continued in a snarl, his voice low and gravelly. His eyes kept flickering down to the other man's bare skin, though he was doing his best to keep his gaze up, to stare at Sid's masked face.

   Despite the anger, Corey was starting to get a bit hot and bothered by all of this. Sid's skin was now so close, and it left very little to the imagination. He could so easily just reach out and touch... His gaze wandered down to the younger man's collar, and it was at that point that his self-control left him completely. He couldn't resist anymore. He reached up to grab the loose collar and yanked it back, exposing more of Sid's skin.

   "Hey, what're you—" Sid began to protest, abruptly getting cut off when he felt Corey roughly tugged on his clothes again, pulling them back, and revealing even more of his skin.