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Cash Colligan was totally straight. Totally. Because EVERYONE knew that it didn't count as long as you were the one getting your dick sucked. And like, okay, sometimes he pictured dudes when he jerked off. But whatever, fantasy is fantasy. It so didn't even matter.
Cash Money liked pussy. He really REALLY liked pussy. He even wrote poems about it okay? Because he was totally straight and liked pussy and wanted to express that in verse.
Alex Marshall was really really gay. And really really good at sucking cock. And even though Cash knew it was a pretty bad idea to fuck around within the band he totally let Marshall suck his cock one time when they were both drunk.
And it was awesome. Like really really awesome.
And Cash kind of wanted him to do it again. He got kind of fixated. Like, they'd be practicing or just hanging out or whatever and he'd find himself staring at Marshall's mouth. And then Marshall would notice him staring and would do this weirdly entrancing combination blush-smirk that Cash did not even know how to deal with.
And he started thinking about it even when Marshall wasn't around. He'd be getting a blowjob from some perfectly nice girl or guy and he'd find himself thinking about Marshall's mouth. The pressure of his lips, the way he moved his tongue, the weirdly awesome way he'd looked at Cash during.
It was kind of a problem.
Especially because when he'd been drunk another time and tried to get Marshall to do it again Marshall had turned him down. Apparently he thought Cash owed him one and wouldn't even discuss blowing Cash again until Cash blew him.
But Cash was straight. And straight guys didn't suck dick.
Cash didn't know what to do. So he decided to seek help from the straightest dude he knew.
He called Brendon Urie.
Brendon was totally sympathetic and assured Cash that a person participating in mutual blowjobs could still be considered straight as long as he a) made sure to say something about hot girls to the person he was exchanging blowjobs with at some point in the 18 hours following the blowjobs and b) made sure to make multiple observations of the hotness of girls the next time he was in the presence of cameras and c) didn't swallow or at least acted like he didn't like it when he swallowed.
Armed with this new knowledge Cash sought out Marshall and told him he wanted to return the favor. Marshall grinned.
It was kind of awkward. Cash wasn't very good and he knew it. He felt like he was slobbering too much and he couldn't find a rhythm and he didn't know where to put his hands. When Marshall came Cash couldn't quite get all of it so some ended up on his chin.
It was also kind of awesome. Marshall kept making these *noises* that made Cash obscenely hard and he tugged on Cash's hair in a way that Cash thought he would hate but that he totally loved. Seeing Marshall's face after made Cash glad he'd decided to swallow. It was just as awesome as when he gave a really awesome girl head. Except Marshall was a really awesome guy.
He kind of wanted to kiss Marshall but couldn't figure out if that was okay for a straight guy to do. Then he remembered seeing pictures of Pete Wentz kissing dudes and figured it was probably okay.
Marshall was a *good* kisser. Like, really really good.
Cash wasn't entirely sure that the *way* they were kissing could be considered totally straight. And certainly they way they were taking off their clothes wasn't very straight. Cash was going to have to call Brendon in the morning to figure out how to deal with the situation.
But first he was going to have to keep rubbing off against Marshall because while he was pretty sure it wasn't the straight thing to do he KNEW it was the awesome thing to do. And awesome is more important than straight right?