My Medicine | 2doc

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"Russell, I think your plan worked too well..." Noodle glanced at the sleeping couple, astonished.

After he turned the car off, Russel came inside to see what the girl was talking about. Still lying on the couch asleep, were Murdoc and 2-D. They were cuddled up as close as physically possible. "My intentions weren't to make them gay, jeez. I didn't even actually set up cameras. That footage would've been good blackmail material," Russel's deep voice chuckled.

"It's better than them fighting!" Noodle giggled, "Wanna go play guitar hero?"

Russel nodded even though he knew he was setting himself up for failure. Noodle was a literal God at the game. Not even Murdoc and his never ending ego could beat her.

About thirty minutes into the game, Murdoc woke. He sat up on his elbows, observing his surroundings. The sound of Tom Morello killing it on the guitar could be heard throughout the first floor of Kong. They must've gotten home and started a game of guitar hero..Murdoc thought. He looked down to see a mess of blue where he once was laying. Did he fall asleep with 2-D? Out of nowhere, the blue haired singer wrapped his arms around Murdoc's forearm and snuggled into the touch. What the fuck- Murdoc's thoughts were interupted with 2-D's realization of his state. The boy, now fully awake and aware of his situation, quickly backed up from the bassist. "I-I'm sowwy! We musta fallen asleep! I-I didn't mean to-" Murdoc sighed at the panicked boy. He didn't mind what they'd done. In fact, that was likely the best sleep he's gotten in a while. He had forgotten how cozy the singer was. It reminded him of when he had to care for the dullard. He'd often fall asleep next to 2-D. It was the best time of his life, considering how much sleep he had gotten. Now the alcohol and constant headaches made it difficult to sleep.

"You're fine," Murdoc was surprisingly in a good mood.

A thick silence fell over the two. It wasn't awkward silence. It was comfortable, in a way. They weren't facing each other but out of the corner of his eye, Murdoc was observing his singer. The bloody idiot was really cute. Damnit Murdoc, why do you think these things about him. Since when do you use the word 'cute'?, Murdoc silently scolded himself for staring at the scrawny man so often.

"Looks like y'all are awake, uhh not that I'm against it or anythin' but, are y'all gay?" Russel stood in the doorway. Immediately, Murdoc and 2-D looked up at the source of the question. 2-D's cheeks burned a hot blush. "No, we just fell asleep on the couch, got comfortable without knowin', that's all" Murdoc answered for the flustered singer. Russel nodded, a smirk on his face. "You seem to be in a happy mood"

"I got some quality sleep; he may not look like it but the faceache is really cuddly" Murdoc glanced at 2-D. Somehow, his blush managed to get even worse. The two men chuckled at the singer. "It's alright Dentz, Murdoc's just playin', you know what? Take it as a compliment, kid" Russel playfully punched 2-D and left.

~

It had gotten late and everyone was getting ready to head upstairs when Murdoc's phone emitted a ding, indicating he had received a text. As the other three left, he reached for his back pocket, pulling his phone. His long black finger nail pressed on the side button, causing the screen to light up.

Messages (1)

Curious as to what was so important at this time, he opened his messages.

-Cum Stain-

[ Oi M, u up? ]
11:36

He decided to respond, still in a good mood. The conversation continued on as displayed:

-Cum Stain-

[ Yeah, need something? ]
11:37, sent