Metanoia ( 2doc )

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M u r d o c ' s  P O V

Murdoc's lungs ached from the chill air entering his lungs, completely winded as he had reached the stairs of his house.

He and Stuart ran in opposite directions, and praise Satan, Murdoc didn't get caught. His dad would have skinned him for getting arrested, not because he was worried but because he'd have to drag his alcoholic ass down to the station to bail him out.

But shit, he hadn't seen Stuart in seven years, and they had to split up like that after just a minute. Murdoc almost felt angry thinking about the way he greeted him. When he disappeared, he felt abandoned, and he blamed Stuart. But reflecting back on the situation, they were both kids. He knew something must have happened that Stuart couldn't control. 

Quietly, he entered the house, almost completely sobered up. He made his way through the hallway, peeking through the living room entrance. His dad was completely passed out on the couch, nothing would wake him in this state.

Relieved, Murdoc headed up the stairs and into his room. The hits and all the yelling used to be easier to handle when his brother still lived with them, due to him taking the worst of it. He left the day he turned 18, and Murdoc planned on doing the same.

He peeled off his leather jacket, kicking off his shoes and lunged himself onto the bed. His walls were painted black, covered in band posters and Satanic related things. His room was messy but not as bad as you'd expect.

⚠️slight smut warning⚠️

His mind wandered back to Stuart, not that those black eyes ever left his thoughts really. He recalled how his soft tongue had felt against his thumb. The boy he once knew was nowhere near as straightforward as this, he was more innocent and timid. What happened to him? And why the bloody hell did he do that?

With the knowledge of what he looked like, tongue out, mouth gaping, he began wondering how he would look with something else in his mouth.

Murdoc felt warmth creeping upon his face, with a sigh he ran his fingers through his dark locks.

Don't be gross, he thought to himself. As he sat up in the bed, he noticed how his jeans had tightened around his crotch.

Did I just?! From STU?!

He considered letting it go down on its own considering why it was there in the first place, but hey, he was a seventeen year old boy. At times the wind was enough to cause an erection.

He bent down beside the bed, reaching underneath his bed to grab a porno magazine. "That'll do." He whispered to himself as he opened the magazine, lying back down on the bed.

On one of the pages, he was met by a slender looking female. Her breasts were not the biggest, something you'd rarely see in magazines like this. Murdoc didn't mind. He liked all breasts, big or small.

He unbuttoned his jeans before taking them off along with his underwear. Grabbing ahold of his arousal and began stroking the impressive length( For once, not Murdoc's own words ).

Murdoc rarely jacked off, due to the fact that if he was in the mood, he'd just find some girl. So usually, it was just about finishing quickly. But that night, he didn't have any success.

He readjusted his grip, looking at the woman posing very seductively in the picture, looking at her curves and edges, trying to imagine doing unspeakable things to her. No luck. He shut his eyes.

' Mudz! '

The image of Stuart giving him that look, mouth gaping, tongue hanging out, popped into his head. Murdoc felt himself getting closer as he started stroking faster. His mind began wandering even more, and before he knew it an image of Stuart moaning his name beneath him came to mind. He felt a shiver going down his spine, biting down his lip as he climaxed.  Even a deep moan left his lips as he felt the ecstasy of orgasm rushing through him.