A gifset of Josh Homme spitting on his hand and lubing his guitar
Alex and Josh onstage together for Dance Little Liar (Pioneertown, CA, 2010)
“...In fact I began to think that Alex [Turner] might be in touch with them [aliens] in some way, the way he works on his lyrics. If there was a line to hone or edit he’d step outside without paper or a pen, stare at the horizon for a few seconds, then walk right back in and deliver some majestic new couplet. Seeing him conjure these lines from nothing I wonder if he’s not at least part extraterrestrial himself.”
-Josh Homme of Queens of the Stone Age on Alex Turner
and josh on his knees, so desperate for alex rubbing his face against his growing erection but not quite mouthing at it. breathing him in through his nose and resting his forehead against alexs soft lower belly. my minds jumped a million paces forward and im drawn to the idea of them both cumming into those panties and alex having to sit in rapidly cooling wet lace until their next moment alone. hopfully no one can see any wet spots on his jeans
And when they're finally alone and ready to head back (because it's short ride home and Josh feels capable to sneakily avoid all police patrols), Alex stops at the back of the car. "I can't take another second, 's gross." He steps out of his pants while Josh shields the view the best he can with his big body. Alex quickly undresses and goes commando in his jeans. The soft ball of pink panties stays in his hand, hesitantly. "Throw them out," Josh suggests, "I'll buy you new one." "Promise?" Joshua pulls him closer and kisses his temple. "Anything for my girlfriend." "I'm not a girlfriend, ya prick," Alex snarls dangerously into the collar of his jacket. He even curls a fist, ready to pound the words into Josh's flesh. The big man ruffles Alex's hair and pushes him towards the passenger door. "Stop talking back, chiquita, or I'll stuff them in your mouth instead." All he wants now, at this ungodly early hour, is a calm ride back home, and a dirty thought to occupy Alex's mind.
He simply loves grass. [x]
who up circumcising they villains or whatever
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