Garage Band - Practice
#1 of Garage Band
"Alright, Am...Em...F-bar...Em...Am" Jace said. He plunked out the chords, not really forcing them, but letting them come, just like his teacher had said last week. When he really felt it, he launched into a lead run. The fox was amazed at what came out. He had never, in his life, soloed so awesomely, or fitting the chords so perfectly. He stopped after bending a high 22nd fret. He hit the compressor pedal, and listened as the note went on and on, drawing out forever, as it should, the pedal had cost him $200. When it finally faded away, he heard clapping behind him. He turned around and smiled as his friend Warren came in.
"So, that what you got for us today, dude?" He said, sitting behind the massive drum set. The German Shepard punched out a massive run down, finally testing out his new tom, which went lower than the average bass drum.
"Ha! If we play that stuff, we'll have people crying!" A new voice said from the doorway.
"Dude, haven't you ever heard of knocking? You can't just come into you're band members' house!" Jace said, throwing a cable to the wolf.
Brian, the lead guitarist, laughed, caught the cable, and set down his awesome looking white coffin case. Jace looked at his own case, covered in bumper stickers, and laughed.
"Why do you keep that thing so clean, Brian?" Warren asked, tuning his snare.
"Cause nothing goes with white," The wolf said, holding up a Metallica sticker to his case. The colors contrasted horribly, "See?"
"Ugh, yea, I see. Let's get to it, where's Steven?"
"Here! Couldn't decide which one to bring." A massive black horse walked up from the driveway, "My stack's in the truck." He said, leaving his bass in a stand and walking off again. Jace got up and ran out, only to watch his massive friend lift the whole stack, muscles bulging, out of the truck. He laughed, and headed back towards the garage, following his bassist. Brian had already unpacked, exposing his practice guitar, a heritage cherry Gibson SG-5. No one knew why it was his practice guitar, because it was the most expensive guitar he owned as far as they knew. But he kept his silence, so they did too.
"What'd you bring tonight, Steven?" Brian asked. Steven had so many basses, not being able to decide between Gibson or Fender didn't really make a difference.
Steven unpacked his bass, a beautiful black 5-string Warlock Platinum, completely custom down to the "Patent Applied For" humbuckers, dragon inlay, and horse-head headstock. Once again, Brian treated them to the usual, "Where the fuck do you get the money for that thing?"
"Who cares, as long as he didn't steal it?" Jace said.
"It's legit, let's jam!" The horse replied.
They plugged everything in and miked up the drums. They all ran through a practice solo to test out the equipment. Jace had bought a new Eurodesk with 30 inputs last week. After everything was set, they hit the record button and jammed; what they did best. In the middle of one of their songs, Steven motioned to Jace to cut off. He did, thinking something was wrong; instead, Steven played the guitar solo...on his bass. Later on, Jace asked him how he did it.
"Another little purchase of mine." He pulled out an octave pedal, coveted by most bassists, "I also cranked up the gain; a whole fucking lot I might add, I think I blew a speaker."
"Only one way to find out!" Warren yelled, jumping off from his seat, and over his drums. Somehow, he managed to make it over his tin crash without castrating himself, and he hit the play button. About halfway through the song, there was a huge explosion-like sound.
"Ow, I can fix that!" Jace said, walking over to the mixer. It had a digital recorder built-in, so he played back the song and flicked a switch, turning the bass down just a tad. When he played it again, there was no boom, just perfect bass.
"Sweet, wish I could do that." Steven said.
"Burn, bitch. Burn!" Jace laughed, hitting the "burn" button on the Eurodesk.
"It'll take a while, let's go eat! There's still some pizza in your fridge, right Jace?" Brian said, hopping over various amps and cables.
"I think so; my parents left some more food last time they visited, too, so there's that." He replied, also making his way to the garage door. They piled inside and did a fair number on the fridge, considering that there were only four of them.
A few hours later Jace looked at the clock.
"Fuck, guys, it's almost one. Good thing it's a weekend, you guys wanna stay over?"
Brian looked up from the video game they had been playing.
"Yea, a weekend in which I have a date with Rachel Tyler."
"How you got that girl we'll never know." Warren said, throwing a pillow at him, "Nah, thanks Jace, but I gotta go, I got a whole lotta yard work to do for my old man tomorrow...Today...In a few hours...Fuck!"
They all laughed as he dashed out the door. Brian said his goodbyes and walked out, leaving the bassist and rhythm guitarist alone.
"So, dude, wanna pull an all nighter?" Steven asked.
"Sure, why the hell not, I don't have to be anywhere tomorrow!"
They laughed and continued to play the video game. Eventually they got bored and brought their instruments inside and played some more, unplugged of course, as it was approaching three in the morning.
Jace smiled, he loved playing alone with Steven. They had known each other since the second grade, when they had played soccer together, and seemed to be able to read each other's minds. Like twins, they could finish what the other was saying, and feel what the other was feeling. Jace remembered how good they were on the team. Since then, God knows what has passed that they've gone through together. Steven's dad had left him with his mom about four years earlier, and Jace's brother had gotten murdered in his sleep. Jace felt a stab of anger. The one who had killed his Brian had been someone he had known for years. Turns out, he didn't know him well enough, because it was later revealed that they had been secretly dating, for years. They had just broken up, and Justin had just lost it. Even later, their lives were not "normal." About two years before, Jace had discovered himself to be gay, which had almost ruined their friendship. Steven, however, had been the one to come up to him and apologize for being such an asshole about it. Then Jace remembered the earliest predicament in their relationship. Jace had just gone through a really bad breakup with a guy he'd been dating since the 10th grade.
Jace stopped playing to wipe his eyes, and Steven looked up.
"Something wrong dude?" He asked.
Jace looked at him, long and hard. He looked so perfect standing there, leaning against the wall with his bass hanging around his neck. He, as if he couldn't control himself, took a step forward.
"Steven..." He looked down, and suddenly pressed himself against his best friend. He melted into him, and started crying. He thought he had gotten over it, gotten over everything that had happened, but the pain came back just as bad as it was the day after Steven's mom left, the day after his brother was killed by a broken lover with a knife, the day after Greg, his only love, had said he didn't want him anymore. He expected Steven to shove him off, but he didn't.
"Shhhhhh, it's okay Jace. Everything's gonna be fine." Steven stroked the back of his head, hugging Jace tightly. Jace tried to get a hold of himself, and pulled away from Steven.
"Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I know you aren't..." He trailed off.
Steven just looked at him, and stepped forward to embrace him again.
"Shhhhhh...Jace, I am." He looked into the fox's eyes, and they met in a kiss.
Jace curled his tongue around Steven's, and the horse put his arms around him. When they finally broke, Steven brushed a stray lock of hair from Jace's eyes.
"Jace...If you're willing...I can...help you get over Greg." The horse said, lifting up the fox's chin and kissing his nose, rubbing the back of Jace's neck.
Jace looked into the horse's eyes, too shocked for words. He nodded, slowly at first, then, surer of himself, nodded again. He pressed close to Steven in a tight hug, kissing him again.
The horse led the way to the couch. He lay Jace down on it, and climbed on over him. He straddled the fox, still kissing him. Jace rubbed around Steven's back, hooking a finger in the hem of the horse's shirt. He couldn't pull it off without breaking the kiss, and it felt so...right.
Finally, Steven was the one who broke the kiss, and he helped Jace out of his shirt, taking his own off as well. He rubbed the fox's chest, sending shivers down Jace's spine.
"Do you want to really do this Jace?" He asked, placing his hands on the zipper of Jace's pants.
"Yes...Steven!"
His equine friend...lover...unzipped his pants, sliding them down just far enough as to expose his rock-hard foxhood. Jace reached down and undid Steven's pants as well, pulling out the massive phallus and softball-sized balls.
"Wow..." Jace said, running a padded finger down the hardening shaft. His horse friend moaned, and gripped Jace's shaft, pumping his hand up and down with strong, firm strokes. They sat there, stimulating each other to full erection. Jace's dick was large for a fox, extending to about 8 ½ inches. Steven's massive cock, however, reached up to Jace's neck, he bent forward and licked the tip.
"Jace...I love you." Steven said.
The fox stared at him. How...After all he said about not being gay? He thought, for a moment, that maybe he was lying. Then something, a feeling of sorts, took control of him. He only knew it from one other place, in his bedroom, not 15 feet away. He was lying on top of Greg, sleeping softly. When they had woken...
"I love you too Steven. God how I love you."
He licked the tip of Steven's massive cock, and the horse leaned down to kiss him. Jace felt Steven's cock rubbing against his own, both trapped between the two's chests. Jace helped Steven remove his pants the rest of the way, after which the fox's pants were done away with as well. Steven sat up on his knees, and positioned Jace's tip up against his tailhole. He slowly began to sit back down, raising his head and sighing as Jace's foxhood penetrated his virgin hole. Jace moaned as he hilted inside his friend. Steven leaned over and kissed him again, meeting his lover's tongue with his own.
"Steven..." Jace said.
Steven began to sit up and back down again, slowly at first, then picking up speed. Jace moaned along with Steven, both caught in a flood of pleasure. All too soon, it seemed, Jace cried out and, for many precious seconds, the two were joined, mind and body. As his orgasm slowed, Steven collapsed onto him.
"Steven, are you okay?"
"That was amazing, Jace. I finally found what I was looking for."
Jace smiled, and kissed his lover on the nose.
"Now, I get to show you what I felt." Steven said, picking himself up off of the fox. He scooted down the couch, leaving a trail of sticky pre down Jace's chest. The fox wiped some off with a finger and licked it.
"Mmmm, you taste good!" He said, smiling.
Steven positioned himself so that the tip of his huge cock was pressing against his lover's tailhole. He began to push his hips, breaking past the circle of muscle with a loud cry from the fox, who wrapped his ankles around his waist. He slid in relatively easily from all the pre he had leaked, and finally hilted inside Jace, forcing a solid two feet of horse meat into his lover.
"Steven...You're so big." Jace said.
"All the more to pleasure you with, my love." The horse replied.
He began to hump into his fox, quickly picking up the pace. Soon, he was shoving the fox forward into the couch, burying his cock into Jace's ass. He continued for several minutes, until finally climaxing into Jace, blowing his load into his lover. His orgasm lasted several minutes, pumping his searing-hot horse seed into Jace's ass. Finally spent, he collapsed again, hugging Jace in a tight embrace.
"Steven, I love you." Jace said.
"I know, and I love you too."