I'm writing a story...

well i don't have any, but then again i'm in fucking finland, who would be crazy enough to have fishnet here? :lol: not me
 
more story!

By the time the three came back, it was time for the infamous Gus vs Bob instrument duel.
This would be the highlight of the show. Mark sat back behind the drums, Petros leaned back on his stack of amps, and Apollo did the same. Gus and Bob went through the usual routine of the duel, laughing their asses off as they went about it. The show continued after that without further incidents.

A half hour after the show, I decided on following my friends. I noticed they were heading backstage, so of course I was bound to follow them! Backstage, the guys were in their dressing room, relaxing. Gus was taking up a whole couch, Petros was leaning back in a chair, Bob was as well. Mark was in the bathroom, showering, and Apollo was sitting at a table, his head down resting on his folded arms.
 
i think it's about time you accidentally went into the bathroom and saw Mark naked!! well you're alone with 5 guys!! we ought to at least see some action there!!
 
i think it's about time you accidentally went into the bathroom and saw Mark naked!! well you're alone with 5 guys!! we ought to at least see some action there!!

you launched a roflcopter! :lol::lol:
yeah...one drummer finds another durmmer naked in the shower! :loco:
i'm not alone with 5 guys, there's still you, katie, and kirsty... but when i go to get some drinks then i'll be alone... if you keep suggesting things like that you did, the story will quickly become R-rated XDDD
 
more, ta-da!! (should Mark ever visit the forum and read this, i'll never be able to look him in the eyes when i meet him XD)

The only people who said anything all wanted the same thing…Ouzo. Well, that was easy.
On my way to the fridge, I decided to stop by the bathroom. Knocking on the door, I said through it, “Mark, put a robe on or a towel, I’m coming in ‘cause I need to pee!” Apparently, he hadn’t heard me, because I opened the door right after saying that. There was Mark, standing before the mirror, shaving and naked. My immediate reaction was slapping my hands to my eyes and stumbling backwards, the door hanging open so Mark was for everyone to see.

Perhaps five seconds later, I went back in the bathroom and shut the door, hoping nobody had just seen what happened. Mark paused and looked down, realizing I was staring. He looked over his shoulder, at a stack of towels. I looked too. What was he expecting…me to look at “it”? I giggled at that thought. Then I realized how awkward it would be, with me sitting pants-down on the toilet “going”, and Mark standing by me naked and shaving. Not to mention that also sounds very...R-rated.
Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, I slipped my pants down and quickly sat on the toilet. I kept my eyes fixed on the tiled floor. I wondered if I was being watched, but I didn’t dare to look up and check. I jumped up, pulled my pants back up, and flushed. Casually, I opened the door and was about to leave to get everyone’s drinks. But, before I was gone, Mark stopped me and whispered, “Go get me some Ouzo too. Bring it back here, ok?” With my skin tingling, I said, “Ok.” and was gone.
 
( can anyone suggest a good title for this story?? )

I returned to the encampment of couches, tables, and chairs with armloads of Ouzo bottles. Gus actually sat up long enough to get a bottle, open it, and lay back down on the couch. Holding the bottle with one hand, he scratched his belly with the other. There again, I saw another flash of bare, richly tan skin. I was beginning to imagine what it would’ve been like seeing Gus instead of Mark in the bathroom after having taken a shower. I didn’t realize I had my head turned slightly and was staring at Gus, until Kirsty tapped my back and asked, “Are you alright?” “Yeah, fine,” I replied. “Care to share what the thought was?” said Bob. I shook my head. This gave him a nearly exact idea of what I had been imagining. At that, Bob smiled…and it was a good thing I had already gone to the bathroom.

Speaking of bathrooms, I took two bottles and headed to the bathroom. Now it was time for JL, Kirsty, and Katie to turn their heads and stare at me, wondering why I had beer bottles and was headed to the bathroom. As for Petros, Bob, Apollo, and even Gus, well, they had figured it out.
 
a little more story: (i just couldn't make myself do what you people thought i would do with Mark XD)

I opened the bathroom door. Mark was now seated on the edge of the bath-tub. He still hadn’t put on a robe or towel. Sighing, I handed him a bottle, and took a seat on the closed toilet lid. I was staring down at my open bottle, swishing the liquid around and around. One part was, I had almost no interest when it comes to Mark. The other part was, I felt awkward like no one would believe. “I can’t believe this is happening,” I said, trying to break the awkward silence. Mark smiled. “Would it bother you to put on a towel at least?” I finally blurted. He didn’t move. “Come here,” he said. “What? Stop. Where the hell is this going? If this will go where I’m imagining it will, sorry, I gotta turn you down. I’m not drunk enough. But, better luck next time…and perhaps next time I’ll have more interest in you.” With that, I left the bathroom, to join the others.

“You ok?” Petros asked when I came back, taking a seat on the couch with Katie, Kirsty, and JL. “Yeah…just fine,” I said, despite the nagging image of seeing Mark naked, and him implying something I didn’t want to know about, but could pretty much understand already. “You two were damn quite malakas,” Gus chuckled. I stared at him. “You and Mark. If anything happened, I sure didn’t hear it,” Gus continued, “if I knew how you two malakas kept so quiet while doing it, that would sure help me. When it comes to--” I cut Gus off by handing him another Ouzo bottle. I didn’t wanna hear about it, no, I wanted to find out for myself how Gus could be when it came to that sort of stuff.

But how to do it, how to get Gus alone as Mark had been in the bathroom? It wouldn’t be easy, there was almost no separating Gus and Bob. At this, I reconsidered…if Bob must be there with Gus, then let him be there. The more the merrier, right?


*dramatic music* :O stay tuned!!