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He had to be quick. Munky fiddled around with the locked widow in his room, trying to pry it open. His parents weren’t stupid, they knew that he would try and sneek out again. This time they were a bit smarter, locking his window shut. But Munky was determined, just because he couldn’t get out the way he usually did doesn’t mean that he couldn’t find another way.
Munky creaked open his door, making sure that his mom wasn’t awake waiting for him to try and leave. After making sure the hallway was clear he walked to his brother’s room. Closing the door behind him he saw that his brother was still awake. “Hey James, what do you want?” Munky walked over to his brother, placing a hand on his shoulder as he offered a kind smile.
“I know what that face means. What do you need from me?” His brother continued working on what looked to be homework. Munky knew that his brother would help him with anything, even if it seemed that he was annoyed with him. “Mom boarded up my window, you think I can sneak out yours?” His brother’s hands stoped writing only for a second before continuing their fast speed on the paper. “Who are you gonna go see this time?”
Munky smiled, knowing that he already got the ok from his brother. “I’m gonna go see Brian, don’t tell mom. We’re just gonna hang out and maybe watch a movie. Don’t worry, no drugs or alcohol. I already learned lesson.” His brother turned around, his attention fully on Munky now. “Did you really learn your lesson? If you did then you would be in your room right now and not sneaking out. Whatever, just be careful. Wouldn’t want to get hurt or caught drinking.” Munky patted his brother’s shoulder, saying a quick thanks before he yanked open his window and climbed out.
Munky had left his bike out of the garage earlier, thanking his past self for being so smart. Grabbing the keys from his pocket he slid them into the keyhole, turning them until he heard the familiar sound of the motorcycle starting. Munky’s head shot up as he saw his parents bedroom light turn on, suddenly realizing how loud the bike sounded. Munky reached his hand down without thinking, trying to muffle the sounds of the bike by grabbing the chain.
Once he realized what he did it was too late, yanking his hand back he saw blood immediately start pouring out. Munky turned off his bike and walked through the front door, not caring about being sneaky anymore. His mom had walked out of her room, starting to lecture him before she saw the tears fill up his eyes. “What’s wrong sweetie?” Munky had no words, he just stood there and held his hand tightly.
His mom had finally picked up that he had hurt his hand, walking towards him she grabbed his wrist. “Let me see, I can’t fix it if I don’t even know what’s wrong with you.” Munky decided to actually listen and let go of his wounded hand. As soon as he did so his mother let out a gasp, grabbing him by the shoulders and leading him back outside to the car. “I’m taking you to the hospital, why would you do such a stupid thing? I’m just glad you’re ok, oh my god. What if this is serious, no it wouldn’t be. It’s just a small injury, you’ll be fine in no time.”
At this point his mom was talking to herself, Munky had stopped listening, now just trying to not get blood everywhere. Upon arriving at the hospital Munky’s mom practically dragged him inside, still worried. Munky had spent the whole night in the hospital, his mom by his side trying not to dose off. In the morning doctors walked into the room, Munky looked at their faces for any sign of bad news but found none.
Your son has suffered some nerve damage Mrs. Shaffer. I suggest that he finds a hobby that will have him using his hands more to gain control of his fingers again. Perhaps have him learn guitar, who knows. It could really benefit one day.” The doctors walked out of the room, Munky’s mom following them to discuss it further. Munky lay in the bed for a bit, just thinking. He looked down at his wrapped hand, it didn’t hurt as much. He guessed that they would unwrap it before they sent him home.
Munky had spend the rest of the day in the hospital, filling out paperwork and cleaning up his hand. Once they decided that he was well enough to leave Munky’s mom had drove him to a music center. “Ok James, you heard the doctor. Pick out a guitar and whatever else you’ll need.” Munky hadn’t expected his mom to give him something like this after he had tried to sneak out, but he still started looking around.
His eyes had fallen on a Ibanez guitar, the solid black body luring him in. He immediately knew that he wanted that one, he grabbed a few other things and went to the register. Upon getting back home Munky went straight to his room, picnicking up his phone and dialing Head’s number. The phone didn’t even ring once before it was picked up with a very worried sounding Head on the other line. “Oh my god James, where were you?! You had me worried sick.”
Munky found himself laughing a bit at the fact that Head had cared so much that he missed one outing with him. “Hey calm down dude, I just hurt my finger a bit and had to go to the hospital.”
“WHAT?!” Munky pulled that phone away from his ear, the loud scream coming from the other causing him to wince a bit. “I’m coming over right now, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were hurt.” Munky didn’t have anytime to protest before Head hind up the phone. Munky decided to try out his guitar a bit before Head got to his house.
Playing the guitar definitely wasn’t easy, especially since he was having trouble moving his hand. He quickly caught on and sounded quite good. He had heard a knock at his door, putting his guitar back in its place before walking to open the door. As soon as he opened the door Head was pushing him backwards, pushing him onto the bed and grabbing his shoulders and shaking him.
“Are you ok Munky?! You had me worried sick, then after you said you were in the hospital I thought the worst. Please say you’re ok, are you ok? Do you have some sickly disease and only have 4 days to live?!” Munky grabbed the hands that had wondered to the sides of his face, squeezing them and laughing. Head had remained on top on Munky as he laughed, still worried. “Munky I’m serious! You had me worried sick when you didn’t show up last night. I thought that I had lost my best friend!”
“Calm down Head, I just cut my finger a bit. I don’t have cancer or anything.” Munky rolled his eyes at his friend, realizing that he was still holding his hands against his face. Head made no move to get off of Munky, instead he brought Munky’s hands to his face and gave them a light kiss. The gesture had been enough to leave Munky’s face red, watching as Head littered his hands with kisses wherever he could.
Munky pulled his hands back a bit, still allowing Head to hold them. “Do you wanna help me? The doctors said that I need to do more things that involve me using my fingers…” Head just looked at Munky, completely dumbfounded by what he was asking. “Um…sure. Yeah, I’ll help you.”
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Their positions were switched, Munky now on top of Head. Munky straddled Head’s hips as he leaned over him. Head didn’t really know how he was meant to help Munky but it definitely wasn’t this. Munky had gotten eyeliner and started applying it to Head’s eyes. Several makeup wipes laid next to them, the process being much harder than Munky thought it would be. Head held onto Munky’s waist as he leaned closer to Head.
“How’s it looking Munky?” The entire time ahead has his eyes closed, scared that Munky would poke his eyes out if they were open. “It doesn’t look too bad, giving that my fingers aren’t working that well…” Head hummed, letting himself relax a bit as he felt Munky pressed against him. Able to feel his shallow breaths on his face as he focused. He rubbed soft circles into his hips, Munky thinking nothing of it and continuing the task at hand with a red tint to his cheeks.
“Ok, I think I’m done.” Head finally opened his eyes, seeing how close Munky was. Munky seemed to also notice and backed up a bit, not making any effort to move Head’s hands off his hips. “Can I go and look at it?” Head sat up a bit, waiting for Munky to get off so he could see what he waited there for. Munky pushed Head back down on the bed, placing his hands on his chest as he continued sitting on his lap.
“Nope, what if you think it’s bad… Well I already know it’s bad but I don’t want you telling me it’s bad.” Head rolled his eyes a bit, noticing how Munky’s eyes were focused on the makeup around his eyes. “I’m sure it’s not bad Munky, I know how competitive you get about things. It’s probably the best eyeliner anyone had ever done. Just let me look at it.” Munky shook his head, keeping his hands on him to stop him.
“You’re really fucking gorgeous Brian, but I’m not gonna let you see. What will it take to get you to just accept that and get it through your thick skull?” Head rested his hands on Munky’s hips again, this time lifting his shirt a bit so that a few of his fingers brushed against his skin. “Maybe a kiss?” Head was half joking, the other half wanting Munky to actually follow through with it and kiss him.
“Whatever…” Munky sat back a bit, now resting his weight on the other. Munky seemed to be thinking for a bit, leaving the room in silence. Before Munky could say anything Head had pushed him off and ran towards a mirror. Munky had gotten up and reached for Head, spinning him around and placing a kiss on his lips before he could see his reflection. The kiss hadn’t been anything too intense, just a sweet interaction of lips on lips.
Munky had reached his hands into Head’s hair, bringing him closer as he leaned into the kiss more. God must have had it out for them when he made it to where they had to break the kiss for air. Head was in shock, looking at how Munky was red with swollen lips and slightly messy hair. “You said I was gorgeous but I don’t think I could look better than how you look right now..” Munky buried his face into Head’s chest, trying to hide his face at the complement.
“Shut up, you’re so cheesy.” Munky was muffled a bit but Head was able to hear every word. “Only if I get another kiss.” Munky looked up at Head, his eyes falling down to his lips then back up. “Is that what you’re gonna do everytime I ask you to stop something?” Head wrapped his arms around Munky’s waist, bringing him closer to him.
“If you keep on kissing me after I say it then yeah.” Munky grabbed Head’s face, touching their foreheads together and they both laughed. Munky placed a small peck on Head’s lips. “Oh yeah? Anything else I can do to get you to stop?” Head lifted up Munky by his thighs, causing Munky to wrap his legs around Head’s waist and gasp in surprise as he was lifted.
Head threw Munky onto the bed, climbing on top of him and placing a kiss on his lips. “How about I get to kiss you?” Munky hummed in agreement as Head continued kissing him, starting to leave kisses on his neck after a while. Head picked up his head (sounds weird lol) placing a small kiss on the tip of Munky’s nose as he lifted his head.
“You happy now? You may have not got to see yourself but as least you got a good make out in.” Munky laughed a bit at his own joke, causing Head to roll his eyes as a small smile creeped onto his lips. “I guess it was worth it, but I still wanna look. Maybe I need to give you more kisses to stop myself from looking?” Munky pulled Head’s head back down, the kiss being a mixture of clashing of teeth and tongue. Not really being sweet but more desperate.
Both had pulled away panting, Head leaving small kisses wherever he could as Munky caught his breath. “Maybe you do…guess we’ll have to see how long kissing will postpone you from looking.” Head went back to Munky mouth, placing a semi heated kiss to his lips. “I don’t think that I’ll get bored of it too fast.” Head connected his lips back with Munky’s after he said this, fully intending on kissing him until the next morning.