Red Hot Chili Peppers Erotic Fan Fiction
Hi everyone. I have decided to reveal some of my erotic fan fiction to you guys. This is one of my favorites dedicated to the greatest funk-rockers of all time, Flea and Anthony Kiedis. I warn you that it is pretty graphic (near the end mostly) so if you are my mom please don’t read this!
~Red Hot Chili Loving~
Erotic Fan Fiction About Flea and Anthony Kiedis
(of the Red Hot Chili Peppers)
The funk infused alternative rock show with a hint of punk rock aesthetics just ended. The guys head back to their dressing room. Sweaty and tired they plop on the couch and munch on some Chex Mix. Flea pours tequila inside the Chex Mix bowl, whips out a large wooden spoon and starts munching. Anthony Kiedis sees this and says, “Aw dude, dinner cereal again? Don’t you think you’re getting a little too old for that?”
“You’re only as old as you feel! Want some?” Flea aims the wooden spoon towards Anthony Kiedis’s face but he bats it away. Flea then offers it to the other two guys in the band, but they also reject it.
The band’s manager comes in. “Red Hot Chili Peppers. You’re great. You’re amazing. In fact, you’re RED HOT!”
Anthony Kiedis glares at their manager, his name is Dave or Rick or something. “You say this after every show we do. Getting very old.”
One of the dudes in the band that isn’t Flea or Anthony Kiedis says, “Yeah, the Red Hot Chili Peppers have existed since 1983. That’s when you started managing the band. That was almost thirty years ago.” He then closes the tab on the Red Hot Chili Pepper’s Wikipedia page that happened to already be open on his iPad.
Anthony Kiedis only heard the words ‘thirty years’. They echo in his brain. Wow, he thinks to himself, that’s such a long time. He then looks around the room and says, “Wow, I think to myself, that’s such a long time.”
“I was just thinking to myself the same thing” states Flea, still munching on the dinner cereal.
The manager interrupts, “But you boys act young. Everything about you screams youth. You’ve still got it boys. Anyways, hey other two guys in the band the Red Hot Chili Peppers, how about we go out to the bar and take some shots of Jack Daniels, a moderately priced whiskey?”
The two dudes comply leaving only Flea and Anthony Kiedis in the dressing room. They are alone in the dressing room. Anthony Kiedis and Flea are all alone and Flea is a little drunk.
Anthony Kiedis stares at Flea. He notes the wrinkles in his face, and the funny little way his eyes dangle like a nutsack.