Couldn't keep away... ( INANIMATE INSANITY // LIGHTBRUSH Fanfiction )

Am I not good enough for you?

Minutes later...

Knife asked Pickle if he could shower. He felt some urge and was much too heated to be in the bed any longer. He needed to cool down a bit. Pickle agreed and Knife stepped out of the room and into the main bathroom of OJ's hotel.

Pickle watched Knife leave the room. "Why didn't he use the bathroom here?" Pickle thought to himself. He shrugged it off and went into his walk-in closet to look for new attire.

Knife walked into the hallway bathroom and shut the door, forgetting to lock it.

He started the shower and waited for the glass to steam up before he got in. Knife slumped in front of the murky mirror and sighed.

"Pickle really said that he loved me... Do I love him back? I mean, Of course I do. But would I ever have the guts to tell him that?..." Knife thought to himself as his lip curled.

His shower was all that he wanted; so he hopped in.

Knife stood right below the shower head and looked up closing his eyes; letting the warm water hit his face, running down his entire aching body.

Knife grabbed the body wash and squirted some onto his hands. As he did so, he paused and stared at the amount he squirted out. He started to get wild and dirty thoughts as the scented liquid wash sat there in the palm of his hands. Knife bit his bottom lip softly and put down the bottle.

Thinking of Pickle penetrating sore hole while touching the rest of his body made him tremble in all kinds of pleasure.

Rubbing his hands together, making the body wash turn to gentle scented foam all over the two of his hands. Thinking of it as a lube of some sort, Knife started to stroke his now very erect member. Thinking of all of the naughty things Pickle would do to him.

"Mmm." Knife let out softly, while curling his bottom lip with the top.

He started to stroke faster while slightly beginning to moan his partners name.

"Pickle, Aah~" he moaned louder.

Knife almost reached his climax when he heard the bathroom creak open gently.

Convincing himself it was Pickle, Knife bit his bottom lip harder and peaked through the shower curtains.

"Come to join me, Pickle?" Knife said in a seductive tone.

His eyes opened wide when he saw trophy's figure in the steam of the hot shower.

Knife quickly covered the rest of his body with the curtain and cleared his throat.

"T-trophy- what're you doing in here!" Knife said with hesitation.

"So you and Pickle are being intimate as I expected." Trophy said with annoyance in his voice.

It was a little slurred as well due to the shower running.

"I.. huh.." Knife stuttered, not knowing how to respond.

Trophy walked closer to the shower and stared Knife deep in the eyes. "Am I not good enough for you, Knife?"

Knife gulped and looked back into Trophy's angry eyes in anticipation.

"Trophy- do you mind...I'm taking a sh-" Trophy cut Knife's sentence off and got into the shower with him.

Trophy pushed Knife against the wall of the shower.

"I heard you moaning Pickle's name right before I got in here. I can show you a good time too you know. So why won't you let me?" Trophy whispered in Knife's ear, seductively.

Knife faced the other way. Trophy reeked of marijuana and alcohol and that type of musk was Knife's weakness.

"Trophy~ your smell...move away."

Trophy grinned and started pushing his body up against Knife's.

"Trophy, stop. You're on m- my-" Knife trembled in speech. Trophy raised his eyebrow and looked Knife up and down.

Trophy smirked and looked back up at Knife.

"Damn, you're that excited to see me?" Trophy chuckled.

Knife started breathing heavier and Trophy touching Knife's erect member.

Knife started to groan but tried to resist. He didn't want Trophy to have that much power over him.

"Trophy, don't..." Knife tried.

"You know you want me, Knife. We were meant to be. But Pickle had to come out of nowhere and ruin what we had." Trophy said, starting to stroke Knife softly.

"W-we never had anything." Knife responded, facing away from Trophy.

Trophy rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Yeah right."

Knife finally pushed Trophy off of him and let him know that he should leave.

"Fine, but you'll come running back to me sooner or later, Knifey." Trophy said as he locked the bathroom door and left.

"Where have I heard that one before." Knife said, rolling his eyes. 

Lucky for him, his erection went down a while ago. So Knife continued with his regular shower. Still, with different thoughts racing through his mind.

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to be continued