About Stone Bees [a Marble Hornets Fan Book]

Gasoline [Storytime/some Yaoi]

Warning: This short story contains a bit of yaoi. 

Also, I have been inspired by the song "Gasoline"/a MH pmv of this song, or rather I had been listening to it. 

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Brian felt sick.

He watched as they did it. He filmed as they did it.

He had to.
He wished he didn't though.

Or did he?

Hiding in the darkness, Brian looked through the corner of the slightly opened window with the camera in his hand. But it wasn't like he'd even need to hide; neither of the two men inside would notice him while being occupied. Although he almost gagged, Brian didn't look away as the two men kissed hard and pulled at their clothes, about to rip them off with sinful sounds of pleasure escaping their lips.

It was simply disgusting.

He continued to watch as Tim took over for good, turning Jay around and pressing him against the mattress. He pinned Jay's wrists down with his right hand and used the left one to fumble clumsily at the button of the other male's pants, accidentally -or was it on purpose?- massaging Jay down there in an awkward way. It made Jay moan and he started pressing himself against Tim's hand, a blush visible on his face.

Brian felt his eyes burn, remembering when it was him in Jay's place. When he was the man Tim touched, Tim made moan, Tim made crazy. When he would beg Tim to hurry, feeling loved with every kiss he received and every moan that left Tim's mouth. A sob escaped his lips as he blinked the tears away. He needed to focus. So he did.

The hooded man looked at the scene again and saw how Tim was about to put his second finger into Jay so that he'd be stretched. Brian raised an eyebrow. Either Tim was hurrying or Brian had been caught up in his thoughts longer than he thought. He shook his head, why should Tim hurry up? Brian knew Tim loved to take his time. Again he sighed, rubbing his face through the soft cloth of his mask. He startled immediately. Where was his camera?

Panicking he patted all of his pockets; once, twice; hoping he subconsciously put it away, but they were empty. Almost.

Brian looked around, not caring about Jay's loud moans, scared he lost the camera- Seth was going to kill him! And how was he supposed to make his way home without it? He needed it!

His sped up heart missed a beat when he found it, relief washing over him.
He put it on the sill. It was on the windowsill. Brian put the camera on the windowsill.

A small, airy laugh left his mouth, drowning the last bits of the panic he felt just seconds ago.

"T-Tim!", Brian's laughter died down. "I'm-", "I know, Jay. Me too.", Tim grunted, both of them panting each other's name and moaning as they came. Gross.

When Brian looked at them again Tim was pulling himself out, falling right next to Jay who giggled as the mattress bounced up a bit. Tim smiled softly at this and turned the lights off. He placed his arms sloppily around Jay and pulled him against his chest. "Goodnight.", he whispered.

Jay smiled happily and nuzzled Tim's chest. "G'night."

Waiting for Jay to fall asleep – he knew Tim would stay up-, Brian hid himself as best as possible now. After a good fifteen minutes he could hear light snoring and the bed squeak. Brian smirked dully at this before taking a look inside. He saw Tim facing the ceiling with an empty expression, his arms off Jay's body. Waiting another three minutes, just to make sure, he quietly entered the bedroom. Tim noticed him immediately, of course, and shot up. The sideburned man stared startled at him (Brian felt himself enjoying his look) before whisper-yelling: "The hell do you want?"

It was obvious why Tim wouldn't get up; he wasn't dressed. "Why, Timmy.", Brian said, startling the other man even more. The Hooded Man never speaks.

"B-Brian.", Tim choked out, shock visible on his face. He was about to stand up, not caring about his nudity anymore, but stopped dead in his tracks.

Brian was pointing a gun at him.

"Sit down again, Timothy.", he snarled, "Oh, and what I want? Just came around to ask how the fuck you gave Jay has been."

The color drained from Tim's face at this. He gulped. "Wha-", "You've heard me, you son of a bitch!", the hooded man yelled at Tim, who was looking straight at the gun in Brian's trembling hand. "Listen, Brian, put the gun down and we'll talk-", "No! I-I won't!", the blonde man hiccuped, tears leaving his eyes, "Why did you do that- I thought you loved me, Tim."

The brunette man frowned at the other. "I still do, Brian. I love you."

"Liar.", Brian stated, his voice cold.

He fired a shot at the wall behind Tim, missing on purpose, and jumped out of the window before he ran away into the safeness of the woods, the scream of the two men's terror echoing through the night.

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Tbh, I hope it's kinda decent? I don't want to read through it again, so don't be surprised if something sounds a bit strange, I guess.