#but here shes half asleep and she means it and Loid is like oh fuck

[not-a-matopoeia]

I think we should let men have a silly little breakdown every once in a while as a treat

[our-smooty]

Take Me to Church Chapter 12: Massage

Fandom: Gorillaz

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: 2doc

Tags: Car Accidents Angst Hurt/Comfort Drugs/Alcohol Implied/Referenced Suicide SuicideHealing Everything Hurts

Summary: The band is back together, but things are… weird to say the least. But when a crisis arises, can they pull it all together and be a family again?

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When Russel woke up the next morning he was stiff but happy. They should really replace that sofa with something better if they were going to be having campouts in the living room. With a groan he sat up and brushed pizza crumbs from the blankets, looking over at the armchair where 2D and Murdoc had been the night before.

And… they were both still there, crammed into the chair and wrapped around each other like two octopi. It was almost sweet if you could look past the discarded pizza crusts and drool. Murdoc was wrapped up on 2D’s arms, his face pressed firmly between the sofa and 2D’s shoulder. The singer was nearly horizontal on the chair, his arms around Murdoc and his legs dangling over the arms of the chair. He was also the main source of the drool. Russel smiled.

Those two idiots had been dancing around each other for years. Russel had watched the way 2D had pinned over the bassist when the band first got together all the way through Demon Dayz, and he’d watched Murdoc check out the singer constantly. He’d thought that something might have happened between them during Plastic Beach, but from what he’d been told Murdoc had been even worse than usual out there. After that, the bassist and the singer seemed to drift apart, and Russel thought that was that. Until a few days ago.

They must have thought he wasn’t home. Either that or they didn’t care, but he would have had to be deaf not to hear them going at it like rabbits. Well, it was more the two of them arguing in the hall outside his room and then going at it like rabbits, but either way, they weren't subtle. He’d waited until they stopped and left then went on a walk to give them the illusion that he hadn’t been home, but he had been.

It made the interactions between them even weirder if anything. 2D kept swinging between comforting and angry, friendly and hostile. Murdoc seemed more clingy with the singer, shadowing him and being almost nice at times. Russel wanted to stay out of it for the most part and let them sort it out for themselves, but he’d started noticing things that forced him to step in. Like 2D getting upset and shouting, and Murdoc freezing up again and again. Not to mention Murdoc’s obviously declining mental health.

Deciding to give them some privacy he got up quietly, made himself a quick breakfast, and headed upstairs. At least with them both asleep down there he'd get some peace and quiet for once.

2D was woken up by the feeling of something moving around on top of him. It felt a little like Katsu at first and he was going to try to push the cat off when he cracked an eye open and saw that it was actually Murdoc. The other man was curled up tightly in 2D’s arms, snoring away, his whistling breath making the most adorable little catching sounds at the end of each exhale. 2D raised a hand to smooth the other man’s fringe and lightly caress his brow. He was frowning in his sleep.

It wasn’t long before 2D’s petting woke the bassist up. He scrunched his nose in distaste for a moment before burrowing further into Stu’s shoulder. 2D thought it might have been the cutest thing he’d ever seen.

“G’morning Muds,” he murmured and Murdoc shook his head against his collarbone.

“S’too early to be good,” he mumbled. 2D laughed lightly and continued his petting. Murdoc purred. “That feels nice.”

They stayed like that for a little while, 2D running his hands through and against  Murdoc’s hair and Murdoc nuzzling against the singer's neck. Eventually though, one of them shifted enough that Murdoc had to prop himself up or crush poor 2D and they came face to face. 2D wanted to ask how he was feeling, maybe apologize again for shouting yesterday, but he didn’t. Instead, he leaned forward slightly and gently connected their lips.

It was a chaste kiss, no tongues or biting. It lasted no more than three seconds but to 2D if felt like an eternity. This was their first kiss without the intention of sex, the first kiss that he hadn’t wanted to lead to sex. And maybe it was because he was still a little groggy from sleep or because a migraine was coming on but 2D felt good about it.

“What was that for?” Murdoc asked quietly. 2D smirked and gave him another perk.

“No reason, jus’ felt like it I guess,” 2D said, and it was the truth. Murdoc chuckled.

“Poof,” the bassist said accusingly, sitting up to stretch. 2D now free of Murdoc’s weight did the same.

“Says the man who takes dick like he was born to.” Murdoc swatted at him playfully and 2D tried to dodge. Unfortunately, he wasn’t the most graceful and he overcorrected, throwing them both off the chair and onto the floor in a laughing and swearing.

“Ow, fuck D, I think I broke somthin’,” Murdoc complained as he extracted himself from their tangle of limbs. 2D didn’t bother moving until the other man was free, knowing he’d probably just muck things up more.

“Stop whinging Muds, you’re fine.” 2D stood as well and picked up the blankets that had fallen with them, setting them on the chair. “How’re you feelin’?”

“Like I jus’ slept in an armchair and then fell offa’ one,” Murdoc responded. 2D frowned and reached out, firmly grasping his arm.

“You know what I mean Muds,” he pushed. He fully expected Murdoc to balk like usual, to brush him off, but was pleasantly surprised when the other man made hesitant eye contact.

“I’m not gonna lie and say I feel amazing, but,” Murdoc put a hand over 2D’s and the singer's heart thumped a bit faster, “for now I think I’m alrigh’.”

A smile he couldn’t suppress stretched across his face. “Thanks for tellin’ me Murdoc.”

“Don’t mention it, really.” They were standing there, his hand on Murdoc’s arm, their fingers touching. 2D was about to step closer when he heard footsteps outside the doorway and the two sprung apart.

“Are you guys finally awake? Thought you might sleep the whole damn day,” Russel commented on his way to the kitchen.

“S’cause you kept us up all night with that damn Hell’s Kitchen special. No one needs to see that much Gordon Ramsay in one day Russ,” Murdoc griped, following him in. 2D went as well, the thought of a good cup of tea pulling him towards the kettle.

“What you don’t fancy old English men who’re as loid as you then?” he teased. Murdoc cast him a knowing glance and smirked.

“I prefer my men to have… more pleasant tones,” the bassist answered blithely and Russel snorted.

“That’s hella gay Murdoc, even for you,” the drummer quipped and Murdoc tossed a loose tea bag from the dining table at him.

“Oh fuck off, like you’re not bent yourself,” the bassist said, still looking at 2D. Stu felt something warm settle in his chest at the smile he received.

“Never said I wasn’t, Gorillaz is probably as queer as they come. D’you remember when Noodle had that crush on Natalie Portman?” Russel asked. It took a minute but 2D eventually remembered with a smile.

“Oh yeah! She was so hopelessly in love an’ kept denyin’ it,” he reminisced. That had been back during Demon Dayz, at Kong. 2D missed those times. He struggled to fill the kettle for a few moments.

“It was because of Star Wars, I think,” Murdoc chimed in, helping 2D with the kettle. Together they got 3 mugs ready and 2D jerked his head in Russel’s direction.

“You want some tea Russ?” he asked, pouring his and Murdoc’s. Russel shook his head, grabbing a can of pop from the fridge.

“Nah man, I’m goin’ out for a bit. Text me if you need me.”

“Seeya Russ,” Murdoc called over his shoulder as he fussed with the toaster. When the front door closed he commented. “He was in a bit of a rush wasn’t he?”

“And he’d been goin’ out a lot. Maybe he’d seein’ someone?” 2D said, pausing to imagine Russel dating anybody. “I don’t think I’ve seen him date anyone, like ever.”

Murdoc shrugged and they fell into a companionable silence. 2D fixed the tea and set it on the table while Murdoc buttered toast and did the same. They shared the toast and 2D showed Murdoc some memes on his phone. He didn’t think that Murdoc really understood them that well but they made him laugh so Stu didn’t mind. They even did the dishes when they were done, knowing that if they ruined Russel’s newly cleaned kitchen they’d be dead men.

“So what’d you wanna do today Muds? We never did get to work on that song,” 2D said, wiping his soapy hands on his shirt. He really hoped Murdoc wanted to work on the song, as much as he liked the sex he was starting to feel creative withdrawal.

“Sounds alright to me, jus’ let me take a shower and grab my bass yeah?”  They split up and 2D decided to get changed and clean up his room a little. Normally he wouldn’t give a shit about Murdoc seeing his room in its natural state, but he figured it couldn’t hurt.

About half an hour later Murdoc wandered in, hair dripping and bass in hand. As usual, he’d forgone a shirt and 2D tried not to ogle his bare chest too much.

“Alrigh' then Stu?” the bassist asked, sitting on the bed and resting the bass in his lap. 2D smiled and gestured to the end of the bed.

“There’s an amp under all that junk if you need it,” he said. Murdoc eyed the pile of clothes, keyboard parts, and wires.

"Cheers mate,” he drawled, frowning a little. It took a few minutes to free the amp but eventually they were settled and ready to play.

“OK so jus’ jump in whenever you feel like it,” 2D instructed. Over the last couple decades, they’d had so many practices and brainstorming sessions that he didn’t feel the need to tell Murdoc what to do. He knew the bassist was more than capable of joining in.

They jammed for a while, stopping and starting to work out the kinks and adjust lyrics here and there. It was almost like before Kong when they were writing their first album, just the two of them. Back then they’d work so well together, like actual mates and 2D felt a rush of happiness at the realization things were close to being like that again.

After a couple hours focusing on one song 2D sat back and stretched. “Thanks, Muds, I think it’s really coming together.”

Murdoc hummed. “You got anything else you’re working on?” 2D shook his head sadly.

“Not really, a lot of what I had went into The Fall so…”

“No worries, we’ve still got the stuff for Humanz in the works anyways,” Murdoc answered, laying El Diablo on the bed and laying back. “I hope Noodle’s out of the hospital and back to normal in time to release the album on time.”

2D felt a flash of annoyance. Was Murdoc really thinking about the album while Noodle was sick? But then he thought back to last night, how Murdoc had just broken down and he took a deep breath.

“Hopefully mate. Lookin’ forward to group practice again,” he said instead of getting angry. Murdoc sighed and closed his eyes.

“I’m sorry I ruined your visit yesterday,” he mumbled eventually. 2D got up and lay beside him on the bed, their feet bumping where they hung over the side.

“It’s ok Murdoc, I understand now. I’m sorry I got so mad.” He toyed with the hem of his shirt idly. “I wasn’t thinkin’ about how that was your first time seein’ her since, or how you felt about it.”

Murdoc shifted and their arms touched lightly. “I didn’t really know either until I was there.”

“But today is better, yeah?” 2D asked, hoping to keep their conversation positive. Murdoc turned his head to Stu and gave a sort of half smile, one tooth poking out. It made 2D want to make high-pitched squealing noises.

“Yeah mate, today’s been pretty good so far,” Murdoc smirked. 2D grinned back and rolled on his side, singing one arm over Murdoc’s waist.

“Wanna make it even better?” Sure he’d wanted to focus on music before, but they were done now and Murdoc was still shirtless, laying in his bed. Who could blame him for having less than pure thoughts?

“Mmmh, what’d you have in mind, Stu-Pot.” 2D was coming to love that nickname, though maybe just from Murdoc. He appreciated it more than ‘dullard’ at least. He thought for a bit before leaping up.

“Take your trousers off, get on the bed proper, an’ turnover,” he instructed, running to the bathroom to find what he was looking for. With a triumphant shout he hurried back to the bedroom to find Murdoc splayed out, his face buried in the pillows.

“What’ve you got in store for me then?” 2D got onto the bed and sat over Murdoc’s ass. The bassist wigged suggestively, but 2D ignore him.

“Jus’ relax Muds.” He took the little bottle of massage oil and poured some on his hands, warming it up. Slowly he lowered his hands to Murdoc’s shoulders and worked the oil over them and down his back. Murdoc shivered a little and looked over his shoulder.

“A massage?”  2D nodded and began to press against clusters of hard muscles, working them in firm concentric circles. “Oh mate… you’re good at this.”

2D felt a little bit of pride and he chuckled. “I’ve had a couple of birds ask me to do it before, so I’ve had lotsa practice.”

“I can tell,” Murdoc sighed, his eyes slipping closed. 2D continued to work the oil in, making sure to target any knots of kinks he felt. Murdoc was putty under his hands, slack and quiet save for the occasional groan. When he’d done what he could with his shoulders, 2D moved further down, pressing against his lower back and barely grazing his arse. The bassist’s hips twitched.

“You like that?” 2D asked, leaning down to whisper in Murdoc’s ear. His answer was a quiet whine and the gentle push of hips against hands. 2D indulged him and lowered his grasp to rub at the soft flesh. “You want more?”

“Yes please,” Murdoc murmured. The singer poured more oil into his hands and spread them liberally over each cheek. He allowed his fingers to dip a little between then, just barely grazing the tender skin between them in a teasing back and forward movement. Murdoc was getting worked up he could tell. He was breathing heavily, eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

“You’re gorgeous like this, you know that Murdoc?” 2D said, allowing his fingers to linger over the bassist's hole for just a moment. “Very handsome.”

“Sod off and fuck me you flatterer,” Murdoc groused, and Stu laughed.

“Who said I was gonna fuck you Muds?” he asked and Murdoc groaned.

“Well your fingers are gettin’ mighty friendly if you aren’t.” Sliding down to sit over Murdoc’s calves he nuzzled the other man’s firm arse, giving it a light bite. Another reason 2D liked giving massages, he’d bought oil that had a nice taste.

Murdoc began shifting again but 2D wasn’t having it. Using his hands to spread him, Stu leaned in a gave one long lick to Murdoc’s entrance. The effect was immediate.

“O-Oh fuck! Fuck yes Stu!” 2D grinned against the sensitive flesh and pressed on, snaking his tongue in and out of the bassist with little teasing flicks. Murdoc was coming absolutely undone under him, thrashing around and making the most debauched sounds. Taking pity on him 2D reached around and grasped the other’s prick, giving it gentle strokes in time with the movements of his tongue.

“Deeeeeeee,” Murdoc keened, his hips trying to both push back against the tongue inside him and the hand giving him rhythmic squeezes in front. The few times they’d fucked 2D had never seen Murdoc so breathless and out of control. It made him want to double down and make the bassist fall apart. In the end, he didn’t have to, because as soon as the thought passed through his mind, Murdoc was coming

“Well that was quick,” Stu teased, wiping his hand off on the comforter. Murdoc responded by raising his middle finger. “Aw don’t be like that.” He crawled up to lay down beside the bassist, a saucy grin on his face.

“Satan D,” he panted. “That felt bloody amazing.”

2D winked. “I do my best.” The other man took a few minutes to catch his breath before turning onto his side.

“D’you want me to…” Murdoc made a crude jerking off motion and 2D shook his head.

“Nah, don’t worry about it,” he replied, snaking his arms around the bassist and pulling him close. Murdoc didn’t resist, in fact he seemed glad to be pulled in. 2D would have never pinned the other for a cuddler, but here they were.

Things were quiet between them for a while. 2D was enjoying the feeling of Murdoc in his arms, of having someone to hold on to. It felt good, being like this. Maybe those TV shows had had the right idea about sex for stress relief or whatever. Murdoc seemed happier at least, so that was good.

“Hey, D?” Murdoc said gently. Stu made a questioning noise but otherwise waited for the bassist to speak up. He sounded a little worried, which made 2D uneasy. “What’s uh, what’s goin’ on with us. Between us, I mean.”

“Whaddaya mean? We’re mates.” A little bit of anxiety crept into his voice as he answered. Today had been good but Murdoc was acting different, more open maybe? And now he was asking weird questions.

“I mean yeah, we’re mates. Best mates! But uh,” Murdoc paused and leaned back a little so he could look at 2D’s face, “you know what nevermind.”

2D felt a sense of relief but also something close to disappointment. Still, he didn’t push for more answers and instead smirked. ‘What did I eat you out so good you can’t think?”

Murdoc’s face went red and he shoved 2D’s chest, hard. “In your dreams, kid. I do need another shower, thanks to you.”

2D laughed, God he’d been doing that a lot today, and rolled off the bed with his hand out. Murdoc took it and let himself be hauled out of the bed. “Alrigh’ I could use one too. Shall we?”