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Turn stumbled out of the room in the morning and made his way to where Sematary, Buck, Hackle and Wren were chatting in hushed voices. Turn caught something about the tour and a photographer before they all shushed.
Everyone said good morning and offered Turn a seat, they were eating leftover pizza and cold sandwiches. Turn passed on the food and looked at Buck questioningly.
Buck motioned for him to sit but didn’t explain anything. He waited for everyone to eat and listened to them chatter before Oscar walked into the house.
Oscar was carrying a plastic bag and grinning. He placed it in the bathroom before saying something to Wren. Wren tapped Bucks arm and they left briefly, soon returning to get Turn.
“What’s going on Buck?” Turn asked quietly, following behind Ghost mountain. Buck smiled and grabbed his hand.
“We’re gonna do your hair!!” Buck beamed, he skipped the last few steps to the bathroom pulling Turn with him. Turn smiled as he saw the bowl full of bleach and the foil on the counter top.
“We didn’t know what color you’d want so we got a few.” Wren remarked, picking up some colorful packages and displaying them.
“Thanks holy shit i’ve wanted a fresh color for a while!” Turn smiled, picking up a brush and dragging it through his long ish hair. While Turn brushed out his hair Buck put on gloves and mixed the bleach around, adding more developer before deeming it good.
Wren put on a pair of gloves like Buck and the two began sectioning and applying the itchy substance all over Turns head. They made sure to get the bleach from root to tip and they made sure it was saturating every strand.
Turn smiled and giggled while Wren and Buck goofed around, twisting the tinfoil in his hair into strange shapes or playfully threatening to ruin each others clothes. Buck made a tinfoil hat and placed it on his head, dropping to the ground to look at Turn and smile.
The moment felt surprisingly surreal, he wanted this to last forever but he needed to see Goner again. Turn was counting down the days until Goner said he would come, four felt like such a big number but at the same time he couldn’t fathom leaving Buck, Oscar, Wren and Anvil.
Turn was brought back by Buck standing up and lifting him up, sliding himself underneath and placing Turn back on his lap. “Hiya.” Buck said leaning close to Turns face, the foil on their heads colliding and screeching softly.
“Heyo.” Turn said back, closing the gap by quickly pecking Bucks lips. Buck smirked and pulled him back when Turn pulled away. Wren glanced at the two making out on the toilet and continued washing the dye out of the bowl.
Buck slid his hand over Turns waist and hips almost automatically, craving the feel of his skin. Wren finished rinsing the dish out and dropped to his knees, pressing himself up into the kiss. Buck went along with it and started kissing Wren and Turn at the same time but Turn got confused and stopped kissing for a moment. Buck noticed and used the opportunity to shove his tongue in Turns mouth and startle him.
Turn gasped and tried to press Bucks tongue back out. Wren used the opportunity to push himself up and press his tongue into Turns mouth alongside Buck. Turn groaned and gave up, letting out soft noises as Wren pressed hands down on his crotch.
Oscar knocked on the doorway to make himself known. Turn gasped and Buck and Wren pulled away to look at him. Oscar giggled and told them about Hackle making some sweet treats. They all nodded and Oscar walked away.
Wren helped Turn off of Bucks lap and they walked to the kitchen where Hackle was expertly dipping strawberries into chocolate. Turn grinned and snuck up behind him, quickly plucking a plump berry off the tray they were drying on. Hackle turned around and groaned as chocolate dripped on the ground.
“You’re cleaning that up.” Hackle stated, turning away from the boy and his sticky strawberry.
“Yea whatever.” Turn replied scuttling over to the sink to devour the not fully cured confection. He carefully rinsed his hands off and spun around, sinking to the floor with a paper towel in hand.
Hackle turned to face him once more and pressed a foot to his back. “With your mouth darling.” Hackle giggled, pressing his foot down just enough to accentuate his words. Turn let Hackle press him down, he let his face sink to the ground and he made his tongue lap up the spilled chocolate.
“Mmmm yummy.” Turn groaned as he sat up, Hackle removing his foot and holding out his hand for Turn. Turn took it and kissed Hackle softly once he was on his feet. Turn took a seat at the table with the others while they waited for the treats.
Hackle brought the tray over when the majority of the berries had set, Hackle had topped them off with an extra chocolate drizzle and some had sprinkles. Everyone descended upon the berries ravenously, munching on the sweet fruit with fervor.
“Fuck those were good Hackle.” Oscar groaned, licking his fingers clean of any remaining sweet juice.
“Thanks Osc.” Hackle chuckled and bit down on a berry. His eyes lit up and he did a little shimmy. “Those are damn good!” He smiled and a few people giggled.
Buck reached over to Turn and spread two sections of foil apart to see how his hair was looking. Buck could tell it needed more time so he dropped the foil and placed his arm around Turn instead.
Buck pulled Turn closer and closer while the others talked, he wanted to hold Turn close before he left. He knew he could visit them in Utah but Buck loved having Turn at his side all day. Turn laid his head on Bucks shoulder undoubtedly getting bleach on his shirt but Buck didn’t care.
Eventually Wren came around the table to Buck and Turn and checked the short boys hair. He had Buck take a look at it and they both agreed it was time to rinse it out. The two led Turn to the bathroom and Buck helped his shirt off, catching a piece of foil the shirt knocked off.
Wren turned the bath on and adjusted the temperature while Buck made a place for Turn to sit on the floor. When everything was prepared Buck started to take the remainder of the foil off Turns head and throw it away.
Buck sat next to Turn and pushed him back down his head dangled over the ledge of the bath. Buck ran his hands over Turns chest and Wren ran the shower head over Turns freshly brightened hair. Buck straddled Turn and grabbed the shower from Wren so he could shampoo Turns head.
Buck continued to run his fingers over Tirns body while Wren used his skilled hands to massage Turns scalp. Turn left out little grunts and moans every so often, loving the attention. Whenever Turn moaned Wren rubbed over the same spot a few times and Buck ground his hips down, savoring the feeling of Turn growing hard under him.
Buck held the shower head as Wren scrubbed the shampoo out of Turns slightly fried hair before reaching for the conditioner, squirting some into his hand and applying it to Turns head. Turn kept pressing his head into Wrens hands, adoring how Wren made him feel.
Wren smiled down at Turn, he looked silly with his eyes squinted shut and mouth slightly opened. Wren couldn’t help but giggle as he quickly scrubbed his fingers all over Turns head then rubbed circles by his temples. Turn let out a whine and bucked his hips up into Buckshots.
“Shit Turn you’re so adorable.” Wren giggled, motioning for Buck to move the water back on Turns head. Buck obeyed the silent request, leaning forward over Turns body. Turn wrapped a hand around Bucks back and pushed his hips up and started sloppily grinding into him.
Buck smiled and kissed Turn, snaking a hand to Turns face to pull him close. When Turn was pressed up against Buck as much as he could Buck pressed himself down and started to grind back against Turn, brushing his bristly mustache with his thumb.
Turn parted his lips so Buck could press his tongue inside. Because they had gotten distracted Buck lost focus on the shower and began spraying Wren.
Wren cursed loudly and tried to grab the shower head from Buck. Buck jumped up and regained control of the spout apologizing and blushing. Turn groaned softly and Buck looked at him, apologizing by rubbing his side.
When Wren finished rinsing out Turns hair Buck sadly god off Turns lap and grabbed a towel. Wren wiped his hand off and used the corner to wipe Turns head before wrapping it around his hair to dry it.
Turn smiled and stood up, walking to the kitchen with Buck to see if any strawberries survived. There were two on the tray, Turn quickly snatched both and shoved one into his mouth quickly so Buck wouldn’t see. Buck saw but didn’t care enough to do anything, rolling his eyes and throwing an arm over Turns shoulder.
“Thought about what color you want your hair yet?” Buck asked as Turn bit into the second strawberry, chocolate crackling satisfyingly.
“Mm thinkin about red, I looked cool with red hair.” Turn responded after swallowing, quickly biting the rest of the juicy flesh from the green stem.
Buck nodded and started walking to the bathroom to see what they had, Turn followed along behind him. Buck got there first and had Wren help him find the red dyes. Turn soon entered the bathroom and was handed a few boxes of dye and told to find which color he wanted.
Turn immediately set aside a darker purple red and chose a bright cherry red from the remaining pigments. Buck smiled and tossed it to Wren who began mixing it in a bowl with some developer. Wren stood across from Buck and Turn and started applying the bright paste to Turns head.
Buck slipped on a pair of gloves following Wrens lead and began to help work the dye into Turns hair. Buck hummed as he twirled his fingers through the bright strands to fully coat them.
Wren was also making sure the dye got in evenly. When the two finished they covered Turns hair with a plastic bag and disposed of their red stained gloves. Buck kissed Turns cheek and ran out of the room, returning with a bottle of vodka and a small pipe.
Turn grinned and started packing the bowl of the pipe while Buck ran to find shot glasses and maybe a can of soda. When Buck returned Turn had packed the bowl and was just lighting up. Wren had opened a small window that was close to the ceiling for the smoke and when Turn exhaled he blew in that direction.
Buck settled down and handed Wren the glasses he found. Wren began pouring as Buck took the pipe from Turn and lit the rest of the bowl, exhaling with a loud series of coughs.
Buck tapped the ashes out into the garbage bin and packed a fresh bowl. “Want some Wren? This shit is really good.”
“Um, fuck it I guess.” Wren said after some thought. He was like Zane, weed made him paranoid and he didn’t really do it much.
Buck smiled and passed the pipe over and Wren pressed his thumb to the hole on the side, flicking the lighter before mirroring Buck and Turn before him and lighting the bud up. Wren released his thumb from the pipe and quickly handed it off to Turn exhaling through ragged coughs.
They smoked a few more bowls, Wren consuming less but they were effectively hotboxing Sematarys bathroom. By the time they were done smoking Buck remembered the vodka waiting for them and motioned for Wren to pass it out.
Wren grabbed the glasses and handed them to Buck and Turn taking one for himself. They all clinked their glasses together Turn and Wren said cheers while Buck said slante before they threw their heads back and swallowed the burning liquid.
Buck begged Wren to pour some more shots and Wren obliged, collecting the glasses and tilting the bottle into them. Buck pulled out the soda he forgot about and cracked it, setting it between his legs and accepting his glass.
They all clinked their glasses before taking the shot and Buck rapidly chugged down the beverage he brought. He passed it to Turn who was still struggling and when Turn finished he passed it to Wren. Wren checked his watch and looked a bit startled.
“It’s been a minute since we put the dye in we should probably rinse your hair again Turn.” Wren said touching the plastic bag softly.
“Mm yea I’m down.” Turn groaned, letting Buck put a towel on the ground and one around his neck while Wren got the water going again. Turn sat down and Wren took the bag off, rinsing it out while Buck got in place to help.
Wren handed Buck the shower and began rubbing the excess dye out, leaving his hands and the tub stained a pretty red. Turn was obviously enjoying himself, he gasped and groaned slipping a hand around Bucks waist.
Buck kissed Turns cheek and let Turn move his hips around while grinding into him. Buck focused on getting all the dye out of Turns hair while Turn frantically touched him. Wren soon got out the shampoo and began massaging his head causing Turn to whine loudly.
“Be patient Turn I don’t wanna stain the sheets. Gotta wash your hair out first.” Wren cooed as he worked up fizzy red bubbles of shampoo. Turn looked up at him and groaned, Wren smirked and continued washing.
When they finally finished, gotten into clean clothes and put Turns hair into a towel Wren led Turn to Sematarys room. Wren sat on the bed and Turn placed in his lap, kissing him gently.
Buck entered the room as Wren slid Turns shirt off, he walked over to the bed and sat down. Buck felt Turn up for a bit before digging something out of his jeans and going to the nightstand. Buck evenly spread lines of ketamine on the surface, listening to the soft noises the other two were making.
Buck sniffed a line before catching Turns attention by tapping his arm. “Got some ket earlier I made some lines for you two.” Buck said, smiling at Wren who rolled his eyes when Turn got up and went to do the drugs.
Wren pushed himself off the bed as well and tangled his hand in Turns vibrant hair as he sat to do the line. Turn whined and Wren directed his head over the nightstand, pressing his nose down to the powder. Turn plugged one nostril and Wren guided his head across the substance as he inhaled deeply.
Wren released Turns head and swapped places with Turn while he plugged his nose and tried not to sneeze. Wren snorted one line before quickly going down for half of another. Buck and Turn were making out both shirtless so Wren slid his hoodie off and barely suppressed a sneeze.
Buck broke away from Turn, guiding him over to Wren on the bed. Turn sat on Wrens lap while Buck finished the last line. Wren was groping Turns chest and making out with him. Buck helped Wren slide Turns pants off before removing his own.
Buck began to suck Turns neck leaving behind light marks on a very prominent area. Wren slipped his pants off and grabbed some lube, sitting back down and placing a hand around Turns neck when Buck moved away.
Wren squeezed Turns neck gently and teased his wet tip through his boxers. Wren pulled away leaving Turn with a kiss, whispered something in Bucks ear and laid on the bed. Wren beckoned to Turn and he crawled over, lying on top of Wren and grinding down onto his thigh.
Buck threw Wrens discarded hoodie on and walked out, Turn questioned where Buck was going. Wren shushed him and started to push the edge of Turns boxers down, Turn quickly removed them while Wren removed his.
Wren grabbed Turns hips and forced Turn on top of him, flipping Turn around so their heads were in opposite directions. Turn immediately steadied himself and reached for Wrens hard cock, popping the tip in his mouth and licking skillfully.
Wren moaned softly before spitting in his hand and grabbing Turn roughly. Wren began jerking quickly and Turn moaned, the sound heavily muted by the dick in his mouth. Wren smiled as his grip tightened and Turn started pushing his hips down to meet Wrens hand.
Wren pushed his hair back and placed his lips around Turn, swirling his tongue around and sucking experimentally. Turn moaned and after a while tried to move his hips down to feel Wren more. Turn was met with Wren drawing away and a harsh slap on his ass.
Turn whined and the door opened. Buck came through and tossed some things on the bed by Wren before removing his clothes again. Wren let Turn get off and handed Buck the lube. Buck began to prep Turn while Wren looked at what Buck brought.
Wren told Buck to lay down when he finished with Turn, he leaned over Buck and clasped a pair of cuffs around his wrists. Wren squeezed a little lube out and pumped his hand making Buck go wild. Wren slapped Bucks face hard enough to make a loud sound, Buck gasped and moaned softly.
Wren left Buck alone, switching his attention to Turn. Wren brought out his purple collar and clasped it around Turns neck, adjusting it to fit tighter. Wren kissed Turn before clipping a leash into the collar and dragging him over to Buck.
Turn straddled Buck facing away from him while Wren pressed himself against Turns face. Wren wrapped the leash around his hand pulling Turns face against his short bush and leaking cock. Turn began to kiss and suck, looking up into Wrens eyes.
Buck used his cuffed hands to guide his length to Turns hole. Turn, feeling what Buck was doing slowly lowered himself down. Wren kept wrapping the leash around his hand forcing his dick farther and farther down Turns throat.
Turn began to bounce clumsily, Buck assisted him by fucking into him but was restricted from really pounding Turn by their position. Turn was almost completely pinned by the two, the only thing he could do was moan around Wren and bounce on Buck.
Soon Turn found himself nearing his orgasm, without being able to give any warning he came with a whine. Wren found himself spilling in Turns mouth, loving the boys sounds as he climaxed. Buck continued to fuck into Turn, bouncing him up and down like a toy.
Wren threw some boxers on and returned to the bed, kissing Turn passionately. Turn let out high pitched pleas for Buck to slow down, that he was overstimulated and such but Buck didn’t care he needed to cum. After a particularly harsh final thrust Buck pushed Turn down and filled him up, letting out a loud moan.
Wren unlocked Bucks handcuffs and helped the other two clean up, sneaking to the secret camera in the corner to turn it off. Turn glanced over at Wren as he switched the device off, getting a good look when Wren walked back.
Turn didn’t know how to feel about having that recorded but that was hot so maybe he didn’t mind. Buck guided Turns shirt over his head and Turn poked his arms through, snapping back to the moment. When they had all put their clothes back on Wren left momentarily.
“Hey um Buck how’s Goner? How’s the plan to uh.. Get me out of here?” Turn sheepishly asked as he unclipped the purple collar Wren put on him.
“Don’t worry Turn, Goner is ok and he’s coming in a few more days. Um, you’ll see what Zane has planned but I’ll get you home with Goner I promise.” Buck reassured, taking one of Turns hands and squeezing it gently.
Turn nodded and leaned into Buck as Wren opened the door. “Dinner’s almost here and we’re gonna watch Terrifier,” Wren informed them.
“We‘ll be out in a sec what are we eating?” Buck asked.
“Uhh I think we’re getting chinese so hurry up before Zane steals all the good shit.” Wren replied, smiling at them before leaving the room.
Turn spent a few more moments admiring Buck before the two decided to get to the kitchen. The food had just arrived and everyone was reaching to open the boxes and get their favorite dishes. Turn and Buck grabbed plates and jumped in where they could soon settling around the table.
As soon as everyone was present Wren began talking about tour and made a toast, ‘To the Mound’. Everyone eagerly clinked their glasses and drank deeply.
Turn tuned out Wrens monologue about music until he heard his name. “So as you know we can’t take Turn with us. Until now.” Wren paused and held up a card, passing it over to Turn.
“When we go through customs you’re gonna be our photographer, when we actually play shows you’re our pet again ok?” Wren cooed. “It’s gonna be fun just like last time!”
Turn smiled and nodded and a few people gave a clap or two, happy Turn was joining them again. Turn threw an anxious look at Buck but remembered what he said earlier, he just had to trust Buck.
Dinner went on in high spirits and when Turn finished his food he stood to clear his plate. Sematary followed him, cornering him at the sink after he dropped the dish inside.
“Im uh. Im sorry for what i’ve been like.” Zane said, looking down and holding out a hand with a new bright red collar on it. “I got this for you, for the tour.”
Turn thanked him and accepted the collar, placing it around his neck and letting Sem fiddle with the straps to adjust it. Sem hooked a finger in the metal hoop and pulled Turn close.
“I made you what you are, you’re mine and I love it.” He whispered, running his spare hand through Turns hair and pulling him into a kiss.