Dead Bingo Club

The decaying wood creaked beneath Julian's feet. For a brief moment, he worried it might collapse before he could finish what he came here to do. He ignored it in favor of focusing on the inside of the bridge. He wrote quicker, feeling as though he had less time to do this now. Each green letter was messy, the uneven surface of the wood making it difficult to write and the shaking of his hands didn't help.

He'd heard about this bridge more than once in passing. It was a small town and among people in the music scene, everyone was looking for their step up. People mentioned that anybody that got famous around here went out to the bridge to ask for it. It was said in mostly joking tones, but there was always a bit of hope tucked beneath it. He could tell some of them truly believed it.

He believed it. At this point, he had to. They'd gone through so much as a band, countless rehearsal sessions over the years and meaningless gig after meaningless gig. They'd taken whatever bar or cafe or other local business would have them. Never for any money, of course.

Even the audience didn't care about them. They just wanted to hear music and as many of them would come talk to them after they were done, nothing ever changed. Over the last year, they'd been losing money hand over fist. He'd stayed quiet until then. It was bad enough when their money was just stagnant, but when they started actually losing it, that was where he had to draw the line.

His band had acted like he was crazy when he started bringing up coming to the bridge. Grace had laughed at him and told him he shouldn't listen to them, that those were just urban legends people told themselves to feel better. Matt had called it a wishing well and only a waste of time. Drew had joined in when everyone else did, joking that Julian was trying to sell their souls.

They wouldn't be laughing when he did this for them, when they finally made a name for themselves. They'd all be thanking him. He smiled to himself as he finished the last word on the wall of the bridge. He'd ended it with a period, remembering everyone that had said he couldn't leave it vague. No question marks, there had to be a period.

He'd demanded the band be well-known, loved, successful. All the things the other musicians in town wished for when they saw a falling star or when they tossed a coin into a fountain. Except they were actually going to get it. They were going to be appreciated the way they always deserved.

It felt like hours ticked by after he finished the words. He wasn't sure what to do now or how to know if it worked. Nobody had stated how long it was supposed to take. Seconds went by, but his eyes stayed fixed on the words. It had to work, it would.

Then finally, the words began to glow as if there was a litany of lights beneath them. The glow nearly became overwhelming and he fought to keep staring at them. And then it was gone. The light faded out, yes, but the words also disappeared altogether.

His heart pounded in his chest, nearly hurting. It worked then, that had to be what it was. He laughed from deep in his chest. All at once, the world around him went black and his body hit the floor of the bridge hard.

In the days following him waking up, he had expected to feel out of it. He'd learned quickly that something had taken root inside of him. It told him how this would work now, quelled his worry about his band mates not being on board with this idea. They didn't have to agree necessarily, he just needed to be able to let this creature into them.

A lock of Matt's hair, a curl tucked beneath the rest that he wouldn't even notice. The lid from a cup Grace had drank from and thrown in the trash, purple lipstick smeared around the rim. Drew was the last and easily the most enjoyable for Julian.

The thing inside of his mind whispered at him that he could simply fuck Drew for what they needed. The only stipulation was that no condom could be used, there needed to be contact for this to work. That was the difficult part of it.

He'd slept with Drew more times than he could count, although it was nothing serious between them, and he always insisted a condom be used. He wasn't on any birth control and even though it pissed him off sometimes, it had never been a huge problem for Julian. Until now. He'd work it out.

As expected, Drew was easy enough to coax into his bed again. He groaned beneath Julian, kissing him with a desperation only he could manage. Already, he was wet where Julian was pressed between his thighs.

God, even sex was somehow better with his body being shared by this creature. He was hard against Drew's skin, leaking and easing the slide of their skin. Julian broke the kiss long enough for them both to breathe. His lips trailed down to his throat, resisting the urge to suck marks along the skin there.

The head of his cock caught against Drew's hole, not yet pushing in. He would be content to just rock into Drew like a teenager, the feeling perfect as it was. He felt like a different person with this new gift. But that would defeat the purpose of what he needed here.

Julian's fingers worked between them to line himself up against Drew's cunt, but hands pushed against his shoulders almost immediately. Julian thought about ignoring Drew. He was both smaller and weaker than Julian. It would be so easy to press his knees up against his chest and push himself inside. He resisted the urge.

"Do you have a condom?" Drew murmured breathlessly.

"Of course," Julian smiled when he pulled away from his throat, despite the way the thing inside of him grew frustrated.

Once the condom was on, the same hands that tried to push him away now pulled him closer. He eased himself in, careful at first. His eyes slipped closed at the way Drew felt around his cock. He'd feel even better once the condom was off, once Julian could properly feel him and once the creature got what it wanted.

Bare, the thing hissed into his mind, it won't work this way. Julian brushed it off. The condom wouldn't last long, he'd remembered stories of people taking off condoms without their partner's knowledge. Apparently, it was easy enough to get away with in the middle of sex. He just needed to be patient.

Drew made a noise when he started moving and lips found Julian's throat. Fingers curled deep into his hair, holding him in place as he bit down into Julian's skin. His hips jerked involuntarily, fucking himself deeper into him. Most people would feel strange with something inhabiting their body, but Julian felt more like himself than ever.

It was as though he'd never known and embraced all of what he was, what he was able to do, what he wanted. Now, nothing was able to stand in his way. He fucked into Drew with purpose. Even after all the times they'd done this, he still wasn't used to how tight and hot Drew was.

He pulled away from Drew enough to kiss down to his chest. His neck bent at an awkward angle, but he ignored the feeling. All he could focus on was Drew. He felt damn near frenzied. Drew's body arched towards him like it was the only thing that mattered and he'd be lying if he said it didn't add to his own need.

Drew's hair tickled his face and he pushed it away from his skin gently, leaving kisses over his shoulder. He was getting closer to the edge quickly, nearly forgetting what he was meant to be doing. But then there was a tug inside of his mind, grounding him to the moment and making him think a bit clearer.

"Turn over," Julian murmured breathlessly.

It took a second for the request to register and for Drew to maneuver onto his stomach. Up on his hands and knees, Julian didn't think he'd ever get tired of this view. Already, Drew was trying to push back towards him. He leaned down to kiss the small of Drew's back, his hand quick as he removed the condom.

Warmth spread inside of him when he did. The thing inside of him was closer to getting what it wanted. Close to getting what Julian wanted and needed. This was for the best, Drew would realize it soon enough. When he pressed himself back inside, Drew luckily didn't seem to notice the change.

Julian certainly noticed it, though. Drew was hotter like this, he was able to feel just how wet he was. Drew took him so well, his cunt stretched around his cock. He knew he was bigger than average, but Drew had never struggled to take him.

He wasted no time, fucking into him fast and rough. His hand worked beneath Drew's body, wrapping around his cock and jerking him off in time with his thrusts. Drew groaned and whined beneath him, but the room may as well have been silent. Julian wasn't focused on anything besides the pleasure and getting what they wanted.

Sweat clung to Julian's back and he could already feel the heat of the stage lights on his skin. His eyes closed and all he could see was a sea of faces, bodies in the crowded arenas. He clung tighter to Drew's hip, forcing him back into every thrust. His head swam and his body buzzed. This was the start of everything for them.

His thumb rubbed against Drew's cock and his body tightened around him. He groaned under Julian, coming on his cock. Julian leaned down far enough to press a kiss in between Drew's shoulder blades. His hips rocked into him through it all, close to coming himself.

It didn't take much longer, he knew it wouldn't. He barely pulled out before shoving himself back in, their skin meeting rough enough to ache a bit. His hips stuttered when he finally did come. He forced all the way inside, despite not needing to for this to work.

He kept himself buried inside of Drew for a few long moments, trying to catch his breath. He still panted when he pulled out and grabbed the condom, standing with it as though he'd just pulled it off. He tossed it into the trashcan, nudging it with his foot until some of the trash already there covered it.