My Bluebird (2d x murdoc)

Chapter 4: Alright Stu-Pot

Murdoc's pov:

Holy satan did the face ache just... moan? And did I like it? I thought in my head. This was the least of my worries. I looked down at my crotch and saw stuart's hand resting on top of it. Surely he didn't mean to do such a thing. I looked over at his growing tent and felt uncomfortable. I knew he was knocked out and I didn't want to overstep boundaries.. but that thought quickly faded away as I looked at his long fingers spread out over my imprint. Goddamn it 2d how the hell does this just "happen" in your sleep. I thrusted into his hand, acting as though I was adjusting myself and rested my own hand on his tent, still growing.

"Satan dullard... how big is it going to get?" I asked myself more so than him, knowing he couldn't hear me. He removed his hand from my crotch and I his. He wrapped the free hand around my waist again and slumped into my arms.

"2d.... stuart? face acheeeeee" I tried every name in the book and still I hadn't gotten a response from the damn animal. His arms wrapped around me tighter as I tried leaving. I pried his hands off finally and exhaled. Picking him up bridal style, I laid him on the largest couch. His arms wrapped around my neck and pulled me in. Our faces were now centimeters away from one another. He smiled and let go of me. I quickly backed up and stumbled into the coffee table nearby. "Bollocks" I whispered.

"murdoc?" the singer groaned.

"uh yes stuart?" I said, looking at him and biting my lip all at the same time.

"why am i on the couch?" he asked while trying not to yawn.

"I could ask you the same question face ache" I laughed in response. Was he oblivious to the fact that we had done some... questionable things literally moments prior? He stared at me before saying something that I was taking aback by.

"mudz... can u take me to my room?" he asked innocently. Mudz. I hadn't heard that nickname in forever. I blushed at the sound of it and his tired voice made me want to grab him by the collar and do inexplicable things to him. Wait. No. I didn't know what to think. Why on earth was I blushing.

"mudz? I'm sorry y-you don't have to it's just that my legs hurt and my body is s-sore" he said hesitantly. It made me sad that I had bullied the poor dullard so much that a simple request made him fear for his life. I tried to lighten up the mood and responded.

"oh dullard... I always knew you were a bottom." I said, chuckling

"Oi murdoc what does that have to do with anythi-" he said, stopping mid sentence realizing what I had implied. His eyes opened wide "MURDOC I AM NOT-" he screamed and quieted his voice "I-Im not gay murdoc" he knew what I meant? Maybe he wasn't so innocent after all. I didn't want to protest so I walked away.

"aren't you gonna help me up?" he sighed

I didn't realize he really wanted me to. I walked back and picked him up bridal style once again "alright stu-pot"

*****sorry for the short chapter but the next one is going to be way better than this one!!!*****