Jerry Cantrell and Dave Navarro Backstage at Camp Freddy Benefit Concert for South East Asia Tsunami Relief at Key Club in Hollywood, California on January 27, 2005.
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FOR MY BIRTHDAY I REQUEST DAVE X READER X PHIL PLELSLSLELELSD THEY KNEW EACHOTHER
A/n: happy belated birthday to Archiebald this totally isn’t an ask from uh a long time ago… anyway, truly sorry to any writer inconvenienced by my bad spelling bc there’s so many tags that are like ‘amut’ ‘hetfield’ etc uh it annoys me but it’s entirely my fault to so every time I add tags I get a little bit fucked…
Warnings: smut, double penetration, use of toys, oral (m receiving), masturbation, fighting, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!
“You were trying to steal my guitarist and drummer?” Phil asked, an amused look on his face.
Dave shrugged, a grin matching Phil’s on his face. “I wasn’t trying to fuck you over, I just liked Dime, but he needed Vinnie, right? And I’d already gotten Nick, so.” He said with mild chagrin. Dave watched as Phil’s gaze fell from his to something farther off. He followed it and found you, waiting for coffee to brew.
“I might have to try and fuck that over.” Phil mused, crossing his arms over his chest and rubbing his chin, licking his fucking lips looking at you.
“Oh, that’s some assistant.” Dave said. “She’s been with my crew, brings the band and I out pre-show shit.” Phil nodded along, eyes on your ass all the while.
“Is she full service?” Phil joked, playfully pushing on Dave’s shoulder. You really weren’t standing all that far away and were listening to their conversation with a scowl on your face, but that last comment made something snap and you shot him a look over your shoulder. It only intrigued Phil further.
He walked over to you, despite Dave’s warning, and leaned against the table with you, standing next to you. You didn’t say anything and refused to look at him again, hoping he’d just get bored and walk away.
“Where does someone like you come from?” He asked, not yet earning a glare from you, but he was getting close with a comment like that. “Come on, I don’t get anything?” You let out a heavy breath, tapping your finger on the table. Phil chewed his cheek, he wasn’t ready to leave yet, but he’d have to think of something more clever than that to get to you.
He stayed silent next to you, Dave watched from further away, waiting for something to happen. Nothing did. The coffee brewed and you made cups for the people you had to give it to, brewing another pot while you went to hand them out.
Dave came over after you left, patting Phil on the shoulder. “That worked out for you, huh?” He teased. Phil still had a smirk on his face.
“I never said I was done trying.” He assured, pushing off the table and heading off somewhere.
There were about five buses for the stage equipment, crew members, and then the bands had a bus. With some switching around, and a couple promises he’d decide on later whether he’d keep up his end of the bargain on, he got a bus to himself, and you.
He thought about it the whole night, bragging about it on stage, even, he was proud and confident, and so, so arrogant.
He got off stage after his set, stayed to watch Megadeth, and then ran off to find the buses. However, he made the mistake of finding his band first and telling about his devious scheme to get you alone. “You did what?” Dime asked, a wide grin on his face, he just thought it was hilarious. “Dude, does she even like you?”
Phil shrugged just shrugged. “I’ll crack her… and then I’ll really crack her.” He said the second part with a loud laugh. Vinnie had to pat him on the back for his plan, but Phil had to hurry now, he’d already wasted too much time.
He pushed the door open, the shit-eating grin he’d had all day vanishing in a second when he heard your moans filling the room, mixed with another far too familiar sounding grunts. He got up the steps and growled at the scene in front of him; you, naked, and bouncing in Dave’s lap, his cock disappearing inside your swollen cunt.
Dave was leaning back into the couch, not even touching you and letting you do all the work to get yourself off. Your hands were on his shoulders, using him for stability as you moved faster, head thrown back in pleasure.
Dave smirked at Phil, who was still standing by the door. “You fucking punk bastard!” Phil yelled, a bass in his tone. “How the fuck-!”
“Crew told me.” He said simply, watching your tits bounce in his face. “You really thought you could do this without me finding out?” At this point, them talking was turning you off, but you’d been feeling so good a moment ago you just tried to ignore them and keep fucking yourself on Dave.
“No, but you knew I fuckin’ wanted her!” Phil stated, his voice growing increasingly louder.
Dave huffed out a laugh. “And how was that working for you? She didn’t want you, if she did she’d be on you right now.”
Phil was about to rebut, but you’d had enough and got off Dave, groaning loudly. “Oh my god, you’re both annoying.” You huffed, storming off to the back of the bus. You dug through your bag, leaving them to argue while you got yourself off.
“What’re you doing back there?” Phil called, voice softer now, while Dave just closed his eyes and pictured you with his hand around his cock. Phil moved closer to you as the bus started moving.
He wasn’t expecting you to be thrusting a rainbow dildo into yourself when he got back there. You didn’t care if he watched or not, so long as he didn’t stop you. It wasn’t Dave, or any other good fuck you’d had recently, but it was working.
Phil sat across from you, eyes wide as he stared at your stretched cunt. Dave grew curious when he got quiet and walked over, dick still in his hand. Phil was palming himself through his shorts, just watching you get yourself off. Dave was having none of it.
“Give me that fucking thing.” He said through gritted teeth, taking the dildo from you and pulling it out. “Open wide for it if you want it.” Your brows raised, gaze flickering between the two.
Phil quickly caught up and got you to your feet, having you stand between them. “Open up, sweetheart.” He mused, rubbing your sides. He brought a hand up to your face, squishing your cheeks and pulling your jaw down. Dave pushed the toy past your lips and into your mouth, he kept pushing it until just the base was sticking out. Your eyes were watering, throat burning.
Dave grabbed your hips. “You know what you’re going to do for us?” He asked, Phil held your chin still, making you look up at him. His hands slid further down, grabbing your thighs. “Good girl.” He purred, lifting you up and getting your legs wrapped around him. He slid his cock in effortlessly, bottoming out in a single thrust.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding onto him as he started moving, guiding you up and down his length. Dave pulled the cock from your mouth, wanting to hear your moans. You glanced back at Phil over your shoulder, he was watching eagerly, angrily. He wanted to be in you, he didn’t need Dave shoving it in his face what he could do to you when he was just standing there. You smirked at his stupid little pout and those furrowed brows, then looked back at Dave, your hold on his shoulders growing firmer so you could properly bounce on him.
Dave held you up, keeping you in his arms. Phil grabbed your hips, holding you in place with Dave still buried in you. “Don’t you fucking move.” He bit, Dave chuckled at his new attitude.
“You pissed him off.” The ginger teased, nipping your ear.
Phil pulled himself out of his shorts, giving himself a few firm strokes before pushing his tip against your pussy next to Dave. “How’s this, should I try this one?” He asked, giving your hip a gentle squeeze, sliding his dick back and pushing it against your ass. “Or is this better, huh? Come on, don’t get quiet now, use your fucking words.” You thought about it a moment before he squeezed himself into your cunt anyway.
You bit down on Dave’s shoulder, struggling to take them both at first. “Mmph! Oh-oh god!” You piped out, hugging Dave tighter. Phil worked his way in slowly, letting Dave sooth you while he pushed further in.
“Yeah, you feel that?” He asked, stretching you wider and pushing in deeper than Dave was. “You feel me ripping your fucking pussy in two?” Though the words were meant for you, he glared at Dave as he said them.
You made a small, squeaky sound, but nodded, finally pulling your mouth off of Dave’s shoulder, a bright red mark where your teeth were indented into him. “Yes, I-I feel you.” You muttered.
Phil smirked. “Go on, then, make us feel good, just like you were doing a minute ago.” You hesitated, unsure if you could do it. You slowly lifted yourself, just a little, and Phil pulled you right back down. Again, you tried, and again he pulled you down roughly.
“You don’t have to be ass constantly.” Dave grunted, slowly rolling his hips into you.
“You didn’t have to sleep with the chick I had my eye on, but here we fucking are.” Dave scoffed and rolled his eyes. His arms wrapped around your waist, tightening around you to hold you in place as his thrusts grew rougher.
“Not like she’s yours, she’s road crew, for my band.” Dave grumbled, looking down at his cock disappearing in your cunt.
Phil let out a low growl deep in his throat, his chest rumbling against your back. “Say it again, because, last I checked, it’s my dick fucking lobotomizing her right now.” He snapped, emphasizing his point with each thrust.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Dave asked, like he was emotionally drained from Phil. You could feel the tension rising, but you couldn’t care much when they were making you feel so good. “When she cums, it’s not going to be from your plastic dick, that’s why you had to squeeze in with me, make you feel like you’re doing something, like you can actually get a woman off.”
Phil grabbed Dave’s shoulder and spun him around, slamming him against the wall. “Plastic dick my ass, that’s all me and you can’t handle being the small one, you fuckin’ cuck!” You were pinned between them, their cocks splitting you in two.
Dave wound his arm back as best he could and got Phil’s cheek, making his head jerk. Phil pulled back in anger and held Dave in place before bashing his forehead into the fingers nose.
Dave hollered and pushed the both of you off of him. Phil caught you but set you aside, leaving them both naked and fuming. Fists we’re flying, Dave’s nose was bleeding and definitely broken, Phil’s eye and cheek were puffing up. You couldn’t get over how hot they both looked right now, they weren’t even fighting over you.
Dave was skilled and trained to fight, but Phil was on the streets as a teen and learned to fight there, he didn’t care what special kick Dave hit him with he’d just ram his body into him until he went down or shut up. It went back and forth, at some point it was clear there weren’t going to be any winners and they’d just kill each other, but you were eager to watch… until the bus driver had had enough and yelled at them to stop or he’d pull over and kick them out without their clothes.
The two singers sat back down, still both naked and glaring at each other. You chewed your cheek, looking between the two of them while rubbing circles on your clit.
“What’re you doing?” Phil bit, now glaring at you. His lip was bleeding, so what his eyebrow, and he couldn’t open the eye under it.
You shook your head, eyeing him up and down. “Nothing, just thinking…” you mumbled.
Dave scoffed. “Thinking, thinking what? You didn’t want either of us, but now?” He asked.
You got up without responding and walked over to them, taking a seat on Phil’s lap. Dave’s anger grew as you took his cock, all of it. You sat there with a bulge in your stomach and biting your lip so hard it bled just like Phil’s.
“Come here, Davie.” You gleamed, reaching out for him. He hesitated but got up and moved closer. “Figured it would be easier to swallow you.” You explained, reaching for Dave’s hips, eyeing his now softened cock. Dave grabbed his cock and gave himself a few strokes, getting hard again fast before holding his tip to your lips.
“You’re a fuckin’ freak.” Phil muttered, clearly amused by you. His hands held your hips as Dave pushed down your throat. “Gonna reward you after this, right after I fill you up.” He purred, rolling his hips into you. “Or, maybe, I’ll make Dave eat it out of you.” His eyes went to Dave, who was now thrusting into you with the power he wanted to kill Phil with.
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