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Munky sat up with his feet on the wall, smoking a joint. Jon leaned against the bathroom doorway and quietly stared at Munky's dreads. Their relationship had been rather complicated since they had begun "dating". It wasn't really dating though, because neither of them called it that, and it didn't feel like that at all. More like Munky allowing Davis to be closer to him without expressing disgust. Even after everything, though, Jonathan was the same old Jonathan. A freak. But honestly, Munky had thought over this for a while, and decided he liked it better that way. If he were to ask Davis to change his demeanor, it would probably ruin whatever they had together. Well, that, and also Jon would probably never agree to it.
"Can I rub shit on your face?" Jonathan suddenly asked.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Munky said softly. He was unaffected by these strange conversational bombs Jon would randomly drop on him.
"I said, can I rub shit on your face," he repeated. God, he was weird. Jonathan tucked his hand into his back pocket of the extremely large jeans he was wearing, rummaging around until his hand resurfaced holding a small face-paint pallette, with just a few colors.
"I'm bored as fuck, and I wanna try something new," Davis said, an incredibly vague explanation. Still, Munky considered allowing him to mess with his face. He had a little more trust in Davis now, and besides, it's not like he had much dignity to lose anymore, unlike the last time.
"If you're worried about Fieldy, I'll just lock the door. Just this one time?" Davis pleaded.
James let out a long sigh. "Yeah, whatever."
"Cool. Now get up here."
After an indiscernable amount of time, Munky had fallen asleep. Snoring away in the bathtub, his eyes fluttered open as an eyeshadow pallette clattered to the floor.
"Shit," muttered J.D., who bended over to pick it up. He was standing over by the sink, away from Shaffer, laser-focused in on some kind of eye makeup.
"What's going on?" Munky mumbled, still half-awake.
"Nothing," replied Jon, absentmindedly. "You fell asleep, so I finished up and let you lie down. You snore really fucking loud."
"Whatever," Munky whispered. He groggily got up, a massive migraine hitting him. He clutched the shower curtain for support, and unintentionally caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror.
It was much different than the first "look" Jon had done on him. Much less makeup, more freeform face-painting. His entire face was a milky white, and there was a light frost of white settled on top of his eyebrows. A hot pink lightning bolt jutted across one side of his face, with a blue drop shadow. Munky stared at this reflection in the corner of the mirror for a couple seconds, before it registered in his brain what the facepaint was supposed to be.
"Hey," he said. "I'm Bowie."
Jon paused for a moment and laughed warmly.
"You like it?" Davis said, immediately returning to his sharp focus.
"Yeah, it's sick. Hey, what are you doing?" Munky asked, paying more attention to J.D. now.
"I'm just trying something new. I got this shitty black eyeliner at the drugstore, and if you just..." Jon paused, and set down the eyeliner on the counter, before vigorously rubbing his eyes with his fingers.
"Jesus fuck, Jon, you're gonna gouge your eyes out."
"No, no, just check this out."
Davis pulled away from the sink, not facing Munky, and grabbed a q-tip. In a small pocket mirror, he swiped it under his eyes and around his eyelids.
When he turned back to the mirror, Munky almost flinched.
He looked crazy, but in a way that had to make sense for him. He looked wild, and fierce, which is exactly what he was. The black faded slightly on the farther corners of his eyelids, which folded into his face, making his gaze sharp.
Jon's eyes suddenly flicked to Munky's in the mirror, and he smirked a bit. Munky realized he was definitely staring for way too long.
"What," James said, his face beginning to flush red under the white makeup.
"Nothing, it's whatever," Jon said, in the least convincing tone.
"You're so cocky," said Munky.
"I didn't even say anything."
"Oh, fuck off. You know what you're doing."
J.D. rolled his painted eyes and sat down on the closed toilet.
"So... what now?" he said quietly.
"I dunno."
"You better not wash off that makeup, that shit took me an hour."
"I'm not GOING to."
There was a pause, and the two awkwardly stood opposite one another.
Wanting to break the silence, and somehow hush the embarassing thoughts he was having, Munky sat on the floor next to Jon and leaned back.
"It feels so good to be home after that tour," he said, trying to act normal. Obviously, Jon had to ruin that.
"Yeah. So many girls on that trip... and SO little time for sex, huh?" Jon said.
"Shut up," Munky mumbled. Sometimes he hated Davis for making everything between them so difficult. And sometimes he wished he had never gone further with Davis, so he would stop making things so embarassing. Although, he realized, Jon embarassed him before they were "together" too. He was impossible.
Jon slid off the toilet and slumped on the tile floor across from Munky, crossing his legs, and pulling his sleeves down over his hands.
"No, I'm serious. There was barely any time for it. That's why I'm glad we're home," Jon repeated.
"What do you mean you're glad WE'RE home?" Munky asked, and immediately regretted. JESUS CHRIST, he thought to himself. THAT WAS WAY TOO FORWARD.
But Jon just sighed and leaned his head on the toilet bowl.
"I miss you," he said.
Munky was taken aback, slightly confused, and almost even aroused.
"What do you mean? I'm right here," he half-whispered. He was being way nicer than usual, but he felt the situation called for it. The air was thick with something he couldn't explain.
"Yeah, but you're not. I feel like you're so far away. I feel like I got you for one fuckin' minute..." Jon trailed off. HOW DID THIS ESCALATE SO QUICKLY? Munky thought.
Against his better judgment, Munky grabbed Jon's hand. Well, his hands were deep inside his sleeves, so he really had to dig for it, but nonetheless, he consoled him.
"That's not true. You just haven't given me a chance to show that... um..." Munky paused, because he found himself distracted by Jon's eyes. They looked ravenous, like a beast about to pounce. "...To show you that I want this. And that I want you."
It had sounded so reasonable in his head, that he hadn't realized how sensual it came out until he saw a light flicker in J.D.'s eyes.
"You want me?" Jon said, slightly parting his lips to quietly exhale.
"Um... I didn't mean... I mean. I..." Munky averted his eyes, unsure of what to say. He wished someone would cut him off.
Wincing, he squeezed his eyes shut. He almost jumped when he felt J.D.'s touch, warm hands pressed on his shoulders. Davis was taller, but usually slouched. Now, with his arms propping him up on Munky's shoulders, he looked incredible and loomed slightly over Munky. Intimidating. Hungry.
Before he could fumble over another sentence, Jon pressed his cheek to Munky's forehead.
"Look at me," Davis said.
Munky timidly tilted his head up towards J.D., who was now sat in between James' legs.
He could see every detail of Jon's face now. His thin, curvy lips. His slightly arched nose. But most of all, his eyes. His eyes were the most beautiful thing in the world. His irises were small and black, and they never touched the bottom of his sclera. He was always staring through his eyebrows. And with this eyeliner... he was embarassingly hot. It was impossible NOT to stare at him.
Munky admired him over and over, and allowed himself to smile. Without any hesitation left, he craned up and pressed his lips to Jon's. Relaxation instantly settled over his body, and he nearly collapsed under Jon's weight. He clutched onto a section of Jon's dreads, accidentally pulling a bit of his hair in the process.
"Fuck," Jon winced, shaking his head.
"Sorry, sorry," Munky apologized, embarassed.
"It's okay," Jon said. It was barely audible. Munky was now stroking his head, trying to make up for the awkwardness.
J.D. leaned back in, and they both re-entangled themselves in the gentle kisses. Somehow, they both slumped down from a sitting-up position and were practically sandwiched on-top of each other when Jon's impulsivity seemed to creep back in. Growing more and more wild with each kiss, Davis began to latch his teeth on Munky's neck. It was extremely intrusive. But Munky didn't even seem to mind. He was on Cloud Nine, and could hardly hear himself think. It was almost like the first time they'd kissed at Davis' house, before the tour.
Munky hadn't even realized that at some point during all of this, he had started gripping Jon's waist. It was surprisingly petite for a man of 6'2". Holding him felt amazing. Grounding, and thrilling at the same time. He never wanted to let go. And Jon didn't seem to want that either, as he layed on top of Munky's chest and began a slow descent down his body, pressing his mouth to James all the way through. Jon held Munky's hands to his waist, almost guiding him - like he was unsure of himself.
Munky felt like he was high, and it wasn't just the joint. He felt as though this were the release he needed all along. Like this was the one solace he had in life. It was beautiful.
Jon stopped about halfway down Munky's torso, and paused to raise Munky's shirt. Then, he layed his cheek against Shaffer's stomach. It was blissfully nice, for the both of them, and they both quietly stared out into space for a few moments.
All of a sudden, Jon's hands shot up to his lips, almost instictively. He rubbed the back of his palm against them, then held it up to his eyes to view it. There was white and pink paint smudged all over his hand, lips, and face in general. He looked like he'd dropped a strawberry-vanilla swirl on his face.
"Oops," Munky blurted, stupidly. Jon hadn't said anything, but Munky couldn't help but see the thought process behind Jon's observation. It was almost hilarious to Munky, who was definitely feeling the hash. He started to giggle, which Jon was not amused by.
Instead of indulging in Munky's hysterical snickering fit, Jon just wrapped his arms around Munky's hips and laid his head back down. After a bit, the laughing died down, and they were left in peaceful silence again, with nothing but James petting Jon's head silently and the slightest breaths from Jon. They laid like this for God knows how long, before falling asleep in the same position.
When Munky awoke at nearly 4:00 in the morning, he found himself curled up next to Jon on the cold tile floor, shivering. He blinked both his eyes, and wobbily stood up, eying himself in the mirror. His face paint looked like absolute shit, being smudged all over the place. The signature Bowie look was hardly recognizable. He carefully washed his face, trying his best to not wake Jon. If J.D. woke up and found Munky washing off his hours of work, he would surely kill him. As Munky turned to open the bathroom door, he looked down at Jon and realized he'd accidentally smeared his facepaint all over the back of Jon's white long-sleeve. As silly as it was, he kind of worried for Jonathan. What would the others say if they saw him like this? Should he wake him up?
Munky decided against this, drearily walking down the hallway to his bedroom where he flopped on top of the mattress and almost immediately conked out.
When he rose in the morning (at about 12:00 PM, seeing as he was extremely tired from the night before) Munky sluggishly walked out of his room to find the rest of his bandmates sitting and laughing at a table. The smell of weed and beer wafted against his nose, and he sneezed involuntarily, announcing his prescence.
"Hey, look who decided to show up!" Fieldy cracked.
Munky slowly pulled out a chair. He was unsure if they'd seen Jonathan's (who was sitting with them) face from the night before. Or maybe they knew? He was incredibly anxious to see the verdict.
As he sat down, laughter erupted from the other end of the table.
"Hey, Munk, check this shit out. We found Jonny here fucking knocked out on the bathroom floor, with - get this - pink and white lipstick on. How freakin' sick is this dude?" Arvizu eagerly explained. Those around him started cackling loudly, and Munky nervously eyed J.D., to see what he had to think about all this.
But even at a table where everyone else was laughing at him, all Jonathan could do was look at Munky with those stabbing eyes, and a slight smirk.
post-story note: AHHHHHHHH OK i hope u like it igauhgufhadkn kjdns kjn sorry its a lil short but yah i had sooooo much fun writing this and jd is sooo cute i love him i want to marry him okokokoko but ya comments are VERY appreciated!!!!!!!!!!!!