Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/714370.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Jake_Puckerman/Ryder_Lynn
  Character:
      Jake_Puckerman, Ryder_Lynn
  Additional Tags:
      Hand_Jobs, Friends_With_Benefits, Blow_Jobs, Frottage
  Series:
      Part 1 of Just_Tell_Me_What_You_Want_Me_To
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-03-09 Words: 4822
****** Don't Want Everything ******
by nubianamy
Summary
     Jake and Ryder hear about Blaine's 'bros helping bros' line and
     mistake it as An Actual Thing That Happens. Jake's high and dry with
     Marley and Ryder's getting nowhere on the girlfriend front, so why
     not help each other out? For the glee-kink-meme. Jake/Ryder, spoilers
     through 4x14.
Notes
     This is a fill for the glee-kink-meme prompt #21 - my first!
     Gala_apples alerted me to the prompt, which was absolutely charming,
     and fulfilled my need for Jake/Ryder smut. She suggested we both
     write the same prompt and see how they turned out differently. You
     can read gala's fill at http://archiveofourown.org/works/714343
     Titles for both stories came from the same line of the NIN song "Head
     Like a Hole" because we discovered we were both soundtracking our
     fics to the wondrous Head Like a Hole/Call Me Maybe mashup. Spoilers
     through episode 4x14 I Do. Warnings for handjobs, frottage, blowjobs
     and boy angst. Enjoy.
     -amy
 
Neither Jake nor Ryder could remember where they heard the phrase first. Ryder
swore it was Tina, but Jake couldn't believe Blaine would have said it to her.
"Tina's cool, I guess," he said, leaning against the wall by Ryder's locker,
"but that seems like something kind of personal to talk to a girl about. If
it's supposed to be 'bros helping bros,' there's really no girl involved, is
there?"
"She's kind of an honorary bro," Ryder decided. "But I don't think Blaine would
be down with her helping him like that, even if he did kiss a girl once. He's
pretty capital-G gay."
Jake nodded. "But... it doesn't have to be about being gay. Right? It's
about... helping. You know, like, when there aren't any girls around?"
Even maybe when there were girls around, because seriously, Jake had dated
girls before, but never any quite like Marley. She was awesome in so many ways,
he wasn't going to fuck things up by moving too quickly; even his own brother
had given him that advice. But jerking off alone every night was definitely
getting old. He thought from Ryder's expression that he might sympathize, and
he grinned back in relief.
"Sure." Ryder sounded calm and confident. "I mean, if Blaine does it, it's got
to be okay. He kept saying that he wasn't getting back together with Kurt, that
they were just friends, even after the wedding. Uh, not-wedding."
"Yeah," Jake agreed. "Friends could do that for each other. I mean, I guess
every guy knows how much better you feel when you're getting some."
"Totally. I mean, I even feel a little bad for Blaine, now that Kurt's back in
New York."
Jake was about to agree, when the statement hit him a little funny. He picked
at the hem of his jacket. "Well, Sam's his best bro. He should be the one to do
that for him, don't you think?"
"Sure, he could, but Sam's with Brittany. There's no way he's not already
getting all the sex he wants." He shrugged. "I just feel a little bad. Not
enough to say anything about it."
That, Jake could agree with. "Yeah, no, of course not. He can take care of
himself. I mean, he's Blaine fucking Anderson."
Ryder slid his biology textbook into his backpack, looking thoughtful. "Still.
It wouldn't be cheating, right? For Sam, I mean, if he did that for Blaine.
Because it'd be a bro thing. Not because bros before hos or anything, but
because they're a totally separate entity: there's friends, and there's girls."
"Totally," Jake echoed. It was kind of refreshing how Ryder got that. He was
pretty sure Marley wouldn't have. "Hey, did you finish your biology homework?
I'm getting really sick of drawing out the stages of meiosis over and over."
Ryder slammed his locker door shut. "Come over tonight after dinner. I bet it
wouldn't suck nearly so much if we did it together." He paused, then added,
belatedly, "If you and Marley don't have -"
"No," Jake said, "no, we don't have anything. I'm in. I'll bring chips."
===============================================================================
Biology turned into Nano Assault Neo on Ryder's Wii, with his two little
sisters running in and out intermittently to grab chips and ask random
questions ("Why are flamingos pink?"). To be fair, they'd finished most of
their homework, and it wasn't due until Friday. Jake figured they'd earned a
little stress relief.
He handed off the bowl to Ryder, wishing he'd chosen the chips without so much
powdery cheese stuff on them. They were tasty, but the powder stuck to his
fingers and he had to keep licking it off. Ryder watched him with a frown.
Jake grimaced, flexing his hands. "Hey, I'm sorry, I'll try not to get it on
the controllers."
"Whatever, man." He paused to outfit his ship with a new satellite. "So... how
do you think Blaine and Sam would do that?"
"Do what?" Jake asked, even though he knew precisely what Ryder was talking
about. Maybe it was that he was a little incredulous Ryder was even bringing it
up with his sisters in and out of the room.
"Bros helping bros." He gave Jake a little sideways glance that made him screw
up his next shot. "I mean, Sam's not gay, but he wouldn't freak out about it."
Jake caught himself about to suck off his finger again, and turned it into an
ear-scratch instead. "Kissing is hot," he offered casually.
"Yeah," Ryder agreed with enthusiasm. "Like that."
The idea stayed with him through the rest of the game, enough that it barely
mattered that they were playing on cooperative mode and Ryder practically had
to carry him through the mission. Ryder didn't say anything about it, of
course, because he never would. Generous didn't cover the kind of guy he was.
Ryder was the kind of guy who was cool enough to give him advice on how to make
Marley like him. He'd trusted Jake enough to tell him about his reading
disability, and to give up the dance solo so Jake could dance it. He'd never
bragged about getting the lead in the musical.
So Jake decided that Ryder was also the kind of guy, when he went to take a
leak, that Jake would stand in the hallway to intercept.
He looked startled when he opened the door and found Jake standing there, but
not as startled as he might have been. Realizing that made Jake more nervous,
not less - but he wasn't going to wimp out now. He took two steps toward him,
making Ryder back up, eyes going wide, and nearly trip over the edge of the
tub,
"There's stuff Sam would never do with Blaine," he said quickly, before Ryder
could speak. "He wouldn't fuck him, because he likes girls, okay?"
"Okay," Ryder said immediately, "that's... yeah."
"And he wouldn't blow him either. Sam's already sensitive about his mouth." He
couldn't take his eyes off Ryder's wet, slack lips. His own were burning from
the residual powdered cheese, but he wasn't going to lick them.
"I'd think Blaine would understand that." He sounded so reasonable.
Jake wasn't going to stare at Ryder's junk, that would be pretty gay, but he
was close enough now that he might be able to figure out if he was hard. It
would be reassuring to know he wasn't the only one needing help from his bro
here.
"It's not -" Then Jake sighed, and gave up saying what it wasn't, because there
were too many things, and concentrated on what it was. What it was was Jake
taking one more step forward, and Ryder taking one too, meeting him in the
middle. Which was good because he was pretty sure he would have fallen into the
tub otherwise. Their lips met before Ryder touched him anywhere else, but by
the time they'd broken apart, gasping, Jake had a firm grip on his Bieber cut
and Ryder's hands were holding Jake's waist in a death grip.
It took a while before there was enough space between them to exchange words,
and even then, Ryder was doing his best to fill it with tiny, focused grunts.
He was no weakling, but Jake finally realized what his purpose was when Ryder
pushed him back against the door of the bathroom, shutting it to the hallway
and leaving them in the near-dark. The only illumination was a nightlight in
the corner.
It wasn't like kissing Marley. Jake had kissed a lot of girls. Marley was a
tentative kisser, her mouth small and lips tense, like she was trying really
hard to be involved but she could only take it in small bites before it became
overwhelming. But he'd kissed girls who'd been totally into what they were
doing, who didn't care about how words like dirty or spit applied to their
situation. This was a hell of a lot more like that. He wasn't sure he could say
some of the things he was thinking, actually, because how do you tell another
guy that he's the best kisser you've ever had, or that his lips were the
perfect combination of soft and strong, without that sounding
completely stupid? He sure as fuck would have decked any guy who told him that.
But then he realized Ryder was talking to him, and he tuned in quickly.
"So I was thinking," Ryder was saying, somehow managing to keep kissing between
statements, the thumbs of both hands digging into Jake's hips, "this is about
helping... and even though I've never done anything like this before, we've
both got kind of the same equipment, and it shouldn't be that complicated."
"Makes sense." Jake was pleased the words came out without shaking. Ryder
wasn't doing much, not in the technique or action department, but having him
this close was definitely doing things to his own equipment. He held his breath
as Ryder's hand slid lower on his hip, fiddling with his fly.
"But I think - um." With a wrest of his hand, Ryder suddenly managed to undo
all three buttons, and found himself holding a half-handful of Jake's hard dick
through his boxers. His blush kind of fascinated Jake. He stopped kissing him
just to stare at his red cheeks. Ryder gave a nervous little laugh.
"Not too gay?" he asked.
"No," Jake assured him. "Not bad, anyway."
"Cause that would be a total buzzkill." Jake's vision whited out for a moment
as Ryder gave him an experimental squeeze, watching his face with avid
interest. "Doesn't appear to be that, though."
"No," Jake muttered, "no, no, not a buzzkill, and - can I just -?" He reached
down and pulled his own jeans low enough on his hips to give Ryder better
access. Ryder's breathing accelerated, and Jake watched as Ryder's hand dipped
beneath the waistband of his boxers to encircle his leaking dick.
From there it was only a matter of time before he came, Jake knew, but thinking
about what was happening and who it was happening with in those minutes was
inspiring all by itself. It wasn't like jerking off to fantasies of some other
girl. This was his friend, his bro. He was right here. He could trust him. And,
judging from his jagged breathing and his other arm flung around Jake's
shoulder, Ryder was digging it too.
"Come on, man," Ryder whispered urgently, and it was the explosion of breath
against his neck, in his ear, that threw Jake over the edge. He came with a
barely restrained gasp.
Ryder groaned, wedging himself against Jake's hip and grinding him hard up
against the door. Jake, still addled and shaky from his own orgasm, noted the
heat and heavy pressure of Ryder's erection with detachment: huh, so that's
what another guy's cock feels like.
Ryder didn't seem to be asking for anything in return, not really; he was just
going for it, long hard strokes, already shaking with need and swearing against
Jake's chest. Jake wanted him to know it was okay, that he didn't have to feel
bad for it, so he murmured, "Yeah, that's good, you can do that." He hardly had
time to snake an arm around him to pull his body tighter, to give him a hand
with the friction, before Ryder was hissing, "Fuck -" and shuddering against
him.
Jake felt Ryder sag, tried to keep him upright, but eventually decided there
was no point and slid down the door, conscious of his bare ass against the cold
tile. Ryder went with him; he wasn't making any move to want to get away from
Jake's grasp, which he figured was a good sign. Nobody's freaking out,
right? He gave himself a quick mental check. Nope, still me.
"God," panted Ryder, resting his forehead in the crook of Jake's neck, laughing
weakly, "this could solve so many problems."
Ryder's laugh was infectious, and they were both laughing when Jake fumbled a
hand out to grasp Ryder's, because bros didn't care about a little come between
friends.
===============================================================================
Things were surprisingly the same after that. The biggest difference was the
level of charged anticipation around being alone together. When Jake would say,
"Dude, sorry, can't make it after school today, I've got a dance lesson," Ryder
would shrug and smile and that would be it, because it was silly to get hung up
around whether or not your bro had time to hang with you. But more often than
not, he'd text him after dinner and say something like my mom made carrot cake
and there's a piece with your name on it, and Jake would promise to be safe on
his bike and ride as fast as he could across town for carrot cake and a hand
job. Which, really, was the best combination.
It helped once he figured out that Ryder was completely not interested in being
embarrassed about what Jake liked, or about what he liked, because the name of
the game was getting each other off, with no strings. Ryder watched Jake
thoughtfully, not in a creepy way, but he noticed things that Jake did, and he
brought them up when they were alone. The way he did this, it was easy to feel
grateful instead of wigging out.
Like the time that Ryder tapped Jake's Spanish textbook with his pencil and
said, "I know why kissing's hot."
"Okay," said Jake.
"It's because it's skin. Skin touching skin, you know? More nerve endings,
people totally get off on that." Ryder set his pencil down. "C'mere."
Jake sat up, reassuring himself that the door was indeed locked, and moved to
sit on the edge of the bed next to him. When Ryder pulled his t-shirt off, he
tried not to feel awkward. Knowing that orgasms were probably imminent was
enough to turn him on, but being turned on while looking at his friend's bare
chest felt a little less like bros helping bros and a little more like -
"This is kind of gay," he said, making a face. Ryder didn't laugh, which Jake
had trusted he wouldn't, but he didn't put his shirt back on either.
"No, it's an experiment. You need skin for this." He gestured at Jake, waiting
until Jake reluctantly followed suit. "Okay. So - skin, right?" He reached out,
and Jake automatically put his arms around him, closing his eyes, and relaxed
as he felt Ryder exhale. It did feel nice, but he didn't quite get it until
Ryder added, "Like all your skin is your lips."
"Holy shit," Jake whimpered, clutching him convulsively. Now he could feel it;
he couldn't unfeel it, the drag of Ryder's skin against his, the silky smooth
and the rough and everything in between. It wasn't his hands he wanted to feel
against him, it was his whole freaking body, and definitely his lips were part
of that. When he kissed him hard, Ryder was right there with him, falling into
his mouth and tucking a hand into his crotch to give him something to press
against.
"Yeah?" Ryder was grinning, not in a teasing way, but completely earnest,
excited to have found something that made Jake respond that way.
"More skin," Jake insisted, and it wasn't too gay to take off their jeans and
socks and, fuck it, their boxers too, because those things were just in the
way. Jake took the initiative to move their books and papers off the bed, and
he kind of loved the way Ryder's eyes lit up as they reconnected. And, okay,
naked wrestling, that was something Jake could deal with, especially watching
Ryder completely lose it when Jake flipped him and held him down, jerking him
with those long, slow strokes that he knew Ryder preferred. He didn't even
flinch at Ryder's fingers on his nipples, pinching hard just before he came.
It was the kissing afterwards that got to him. "I'm not into that," he said,
shaking his head when Ryder tried to hold him.
"Is it about getting off, or feeling good?" Ryder challenged. "Because I think
we're about more than the nerve endings in our dicks. Skin feels good after you
come, too."
Jake thought about this as he rested next to Ryder on the bed. He skated
fingers across his chest, feeling it on his palms, the inside of his wrist, and
watched Ryder shiver. Lips all over, he thought, and shifted one leg over his
thigh. That definitely provoked a response. It was different, without the drive
to get off, but he was right, it did feel good.
===============================================================================
Lips all over became hard to ignore, especially at school, where getting hard
wasn't something you could take care of right away. Jake found himself avoiding
contact with Ryder during the day, which had the interesting effect of making
their evening bro-helping all that more intense. It was to the point that, when
Jake would walk into his room, they'd start by taking off all their clothes
before they even kissed. It was the biggest relief to feel all that skin
against his, and they'd just lie like that on his bed for minutes at a time
before doing anything else.
Jake didn't stop to look, because although he'd seen Ryder almost-naked enough
times to appreciate that his friend had a nice body, it was how he felt that
was of paramount importance here. Or, at least, that's what he'd thought, until
Ryder suggested they spot each other using Ryder's dumbbells.
"Dude," said Jake, frowning, "we're naked."
Ryder scoffed, swinging down onto his back on the weight bench next to his
desk. "So what? You think you're going to lift better with clothes on or
something? Come on, put your palms under my elbows."
He gave him support, counting his reps with him, feeling the strain in his
arms. "Doing it naked isn't more distracting?" he asked, after Ryder finished
his last rep. Jake passed him a bandana to wipe off his forehead.
"I think it's more distracting when I have to work at not noticing you. Or
noticing you, noticing me." Ryder gazed up at him, eyes clear. "Dude, you know
you're awesome."
"But I don't look at guys," he protested. "Sure, I can say, Sam's got great
abs, but it's not like I'm jerking off to them. I can appreciate them without
getting all homo about it." He let his eyes stray down to Ryder's admittedly
tight six-pack, but only that far before dragging them back up to his face.
"It's not like that for me. When I see you, it's like, all the things we do
together, they're there. If I see your skin, I want to touch it. So if I don't
do that at school, it's not because I don't want to. If I'm watching you dance,
it's a good excuse." Ryder wrinkled his brow. "Does it bother you that I like
looking at you? 'Cause you're look-worthy."
Jake thought about it through Ryder's next set. "No," he decided. "I kind of
like it, I think."
Ryder's smile was even more awesome than his body, but Jake decided not to say
that. "So, it's not any different than the skin thing. It feels good to touch;
it feels good to look. So go ahead."
"What?"
Ryder gestured at himself, spread out on the weight bench, his legs parted,
other arm folded behind his head. "Look."
Feeling a little silly, Jake did. He moved to stand in front of him, close
enough for their knees to touch. He let himself stare, without worrying about
how long he was taking or if he was looking at the wrong part. He decided
Ryder's abs were just fine, but his forearms were freaking amazing. By the time
he'd worked this out for himself and decided to say something about it, he
realized Ryder's cock was twitching, shifting. Getting hard.
"Oh," he said. "Uh..." He was startled into a laugh. "You... like it when I do
that."
"Apparently," Ryder said. His hand came down to rest on his own thigh, not
touching, but his cock was paying attention. Jake felt a rush of
irritation. That's my job, he thought, and knelt beside him, taking him in his
hand, jacking him slowly.
The way Ryder responded by letting his legs fall open, the motions of his hips,
thrusting forward - it made looking at him a whole different experience. His
eyes, heavy-lidded, rested on Jake as he crouched there, stroking him.
"You're fucking gorgeous," said Ryder.
Jake stopped, snatching his hands back like he'd been burned. "Dude."
Ryder raised himself up on his elbows. There was a little runnel of sweat that
ran from his temple down his jaw to his chin. "Too much?"
"Maybe. I don't know." Jake turned away, crossing his arms, suddenly
uncomfortable.
"You know Sam thinks Blaine's beautiful."
He thought about the way Sam talked about Blaine, and had to agree. "Yeah, I
guess."
"It's not like I'm objectifying you. You're my best friend."
These words felt like more of a shock than his earlier statement had been, but
he couldn't hide his smile. "Yeah? I mean... really?"
Ryder sat up, watching him. "Of course. You didn't know?"
"I think I did, but I never..." He shook it off. "Sorry for the freakout."
"Hey, it's okay. You can tell me if things are getting too Blaine."
That made him laugh. "You're totally not Blaine."
"Yeah, I could never pull off those bow ties." Ryder stood, moving off the
bench and wiping it down with his bandanna. It was impossible to stop looking,
now that he'd started. Ryder's hair was sticking up in the back. The muscles in
his back moved under his skin. His cock was pink and stood out at an acute
angle from his body. "You want a turn on the bench? I can finger-spot you."
Jake sat down slowly, conscious of his own arousal, but even more of Ryder,
standing so close beside his shoulder as he lay down on his back. He reached up
and grasped the bar as Ryder traded out the weights. "Start lighter," he
advised, "and build up. I'll just use a couple fingers to spot you if you get
stuck - barely enough to keep it up, so you have to do more work." He grinned.
"Either you'll love it or you'll hate it."
"I bet." Jake braced himself, but the weights were light and he was able to do
ten reps without significant effort. Ryder added another five pounds on either
side. This time his muscles felt it, and Ryder watched him carefully as he
lowered the bar down.
"Ready for more?" he said softly. Jake snorted. Ryder not-smiling was kind of
hilarious.
"I can take it." He watched Ryder slide the weights on the bar.
The third set was significantly harder. Jake put his shoulders into it, but the
last six reps felt like torture. "That's it," Ryder encouraged. He slid two
fingers under the bar, holding up with just enough pressure that Jake could
tell he was there. It was surprisingly effective, but he couldn't tell if it
was psychological or physical. Maybe it didn't matter. For whatever reason, he
was able to finish the set, gasping as he set the bar down on the rack.
Ryder grabbed his hand, squeezing it as he knelt beside him. "Nice job, man."
"That... was kind of evil." He turned his head to look at Ryder, still holding
his hand. He wasn't looking at his face. "Um..."
"Your turn." Ryder's hand traced through the sweat on his ribs, down to his
stomach, to hold his cock, which had softened somewhat.
It was impossible to be sure what Ryder was thinking, but watching him staring
gave Jake some clues. Then Ryder licked his lips, and Jake blurted, "Oh god."
Ryder turned, leaning in under the barbell suspended over his head to kiss him,
stroking him quickly, lightly, maddeningly. "I know you said that was... too
Blaine, but... I would. If you'd let me."
"Let you," he groaned, writhing on the sweaty vinyl of the bench. He could feel
the sweat running down between the cheeks of his ass, making him squirm. "I
would - let you."
"Oh, fuck. Yeah?" Ryder looked a little overwhelmed, but Jake swallowed and
nodded. Please,he wasn't going to say. Ryder looked back at his cock, at full
attention now. He left Jake where he was, resting on the bench, and moved to
crouch between his legs, hesitating. "You're sure?"
"Sure," Jake replied, gritting his teeth. Telling Ryder to suck his cock would
be way too Blaine, but if Ryder wanted it, it would be okay. He felt Ryder's
hands on the skin of his inner thigh, spreading him wider, and just as he was
about to object, to say wait, I don't know if I can - the warm, wet pressure
enveloped him, and he pressed a hand to his own mouth, muffling his
embarrassingly loud noises. Fuck fuck fuck.
Ryder had spent the last couple weeks figuring out what got Jake off, so it
wasn't a surprise to feel his hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently,
putting pressure on the PC muscle between his thighs as he sucked him. The
surprise was how different it felt with Ryder kneeling there, knowing he was
hard, probably jerking off, and - no,that was not going to happen, that
was way too Blaine.
Jake reached down, fumbling for some touch from Ryder, a shoulder or an arm or
something, but he grasped his hair instead. He lifted his head off the bench
long enough to look down and see Ryder's mouth, enthusiastically taking his
cock down his throat. He came the moment their eyes met, with a wordless cry.
"Oh, god, I'm sorry, man." His hand tried to make up for it, stroking Ryder's
cheek as he rested his head on Jake's thigh. "I didn't even warn you."
"No," said Ryder quickly, "no, I - I wanted to do that."
Oh. Jake waited long enough to say anything that Ryder sighed and sat up,
pushing himself to his feet.
"I'm going to take a shower," he said. "You want a turn when I'm done?"
That didn't sound good. That didn't sound good at all. Jake struggled to sit
up, battling his fluttering abs and his three-sets-tired arms. "Hey... wait,
Ryder..."
"Don't worry about it," he broke in, unlocking the door. "We don't have to talk
about it." He left the door ajar as he headed for the hallway bathroom,
apparently unconcerned about his family seeing him without clothes on. Jake was
a little less blazé; he found Ryder's robe hanging on the back of his door and
put that on - as though it'd be any less obvious what they'd been up
to. Honestly, Mrs. Lynn, we were lifting weights in the nude and... there was
no conclusion to that that didn't end with and then your son blew me. But there
was no one in the hallway, so he went to the bathroom and let himself in, not
bothering to knock. The shower was already going.
"Ryder," he said.
His voice sounded indistinct. "If you really need an apology, you're gonna have
to wait until I'm done in here."
"I don't need an - fuck, man, what do you think, I didn't fucking love that?"
There was a long pause, in which Jake considered pulling the shower curtain
aside, but there was a level of privacy there that he was going to respect,
even if he hadn't knocked on the door. He leaned against the sink.
"Can I come in?"
"You want to?" came Ryder's voice.
Jake undid the tie on the robe and let it fall to the floor. "I sure as hell
need a shower. My best friend just blew me and I'm totally raunchy and sweaty."
There was a laugh. His head stuck out, looking apologetic despite what Jake had
said. This wasn't going to cut it. Jake stood, catching his wet face in his
hands, kissing him. His mouth tasted bitter and metallic; he was glad he hadn't
been the one giving the blowjob.
Ryder sighed, leaning against Jake's head with his own. "It's not freaking you
out that your best friend really liked doing that?"
"A little," he admitted. "But I can definitely see the benefits." Jake wasn't
quite ready to bring up the images inspired by Ryder's two-fingered spotting,
but he thought, with time, maybe they'd get there too. He smiled at him. "I
trust you."
"That's amazing," whispered Ryder, his eyes enormous. Jake gave him a nudge.
"Make room in the shower, bro. Pretty sure I owe you one, now."
(to be continued?)
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God money I'll do anything for you
God money just tell me what you want me to
God money nail me up against the wall
God money don't want everything he wants it all
- Nine_Inch_Nails,_"Head_Like_A_Hole"
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