[METALOCALYPSE] Strange Bedfellows - Chapter 02
Title: Strange Bedfellows
Chapter: 02 : Later That Evening
Author: Merci
Pairing: Charles/Knubbler
Rating: NC17
Source: Metalocalypse
Wordcount: 2,657
Summary: Charles returns to his room after a long day taking care of the boys. Little does he know someone has been waiting for him to return.
Warnings: Yaoi, explicit sexual relations between two men, frottage, mentions of drug use.
Disclaimer: I am making no profit from this fanfiction. I do not own Knubbler, Charles, or Metalocalypse.
Notes: I had such difficulty with this. I don't know what it was, but it just felt weird to write it this way. I was going for full sex, but that didn't happen, so enjoy some frottage ^____^ I swear, Charles feels OOC here, even though I tried to make it work. Well, at least Charles and Knubbler get some time together, which is what matters.
If you're reading this, I hope you enjoy.
Chapter 02 : Later That Evening
At the end of the day, Charles was exhausted. He'd bowed out of the boys' latest drug party and rushed to his room, escaping their protests and accusations of his robot nature. With all the things that went on that day, his thoughts of Knubbler had fallen to the wayside. That changed the moment he walked into his room and was savaged by the skinny producer.
Dick pressed Charles against the door with surprising strength. "You left me waiting too long," he said in his nasal voice. His breath was hot in Charles' face and he jammed a knee between his thighs. "I can't exactly go anywhere like this," he indicated the oversized pajamas that hung over his shoulders, monogrammed with Charles' initials. "I had to entertain myself while I waited."
"O-h?" Charles raised an eyebrow and swallowed. He was so tightly-wound from dealing with the boys that being so close to Knubbler's body made him want to explode. He'd completely forgotten about the producer's expensive suit going to the cleaners, leaving their owner borrowing his pajamas to keep him decent. "What have you been doing?" Charles question trailed off as he looked past the producer to his room-usually immaculate-thrown into disarray.
"Mostly porn, room service, and drugs," Knubbler loosened his hold on Charles' lapels and leaned forward to kiss him, his tongue swiping over Charles' closed lips. "I had a nap, too, so I'm awake are ready this time, and I won't let Nathan interrupt us."
"I wouldn't count on that," Charles sighed, placing his hands on Knubbler's shoulders. His day had involved so much bullshit that he just felt like collapsing into bed. Knubbler's kiss may have been awakening his interest, but he didn't know if he had the energy to follow through. He sighed heavily, suddenly noticing a familiar smell in the air. He looked around again. The television flickered with some muted but very explicit visuals that sent his sensibilities spiraling. "You found my…" he couldn't even finish the sentence as he scanned the DVDs that spilled out from his hiding place in the false back of his bookshelf. He'd safely hidden his collection behind an encyclopedia set of tropical diseases. How did Knubbler find-?
"Your taste in porn is pretty fucked up, Chuck. It's so vanilla, but I guess after dealing with Dethklok all day, you'd want to jerk off to something normal." His green eyes narrowed as a wicked grin spread over his face. "I don't think I've ever been fucked missionary before."
"Knubbler, what makes you think-?"
"Sorry, Chuck, I guess I could fuck you missionary, if you like." Knubbler reached down to grab his ass, pulling Charles against him.
"That's… not what I meant," Charles said, as he felt his exhaustion melting away, replaced with something far more energized and demanding. He looked over his glasses at the smaller man and, in one fluid movement, spun their positions around. He held the producer, firmly pinning him to the door as he jammed a knee between his thighs and lightly rubbed his dick through the silky pajamas. "I had something else in mind for our, ah, time together." Charles breathed, before moving and kissing Knubbler with a commanding mouth. He pressed in hard, ripping the buttons on the borrowed pajama shirt, and dragged his hands over bony ribs and lightly flicking pert nipples.
Knubbler laughed and squirmed away. "H-hey, there! I'm ticklish!" He tried to pull away, but Charles continued to antagonize him.
"You know, Dick, telling people your weak spots will just invite them to exploit those weaknesses." He pinched harder, pulling a squeal from the producer.
"H-hey, don't pull them off," Knubbler grunted as he pushed Charles back.
Charles sighed and pulled away, ready to stop everything. "I'm sorry, Knubbler. If you can't take it-"
"Hey!" Knubbler snapped, grabbing Charles' tie and pulling him close. "I didn't say that. I can take whatever you dish out. Just lay off my nipples. They had a traumatic experience at a party in the eighties."
Charles grinned darkly and adjusted his glasses. "Alright, Dick. If those are your only requirements, then I can work with you." He yanked the producer forward and kissed him again, driving his tongue over thin lips.
They moved excitedly against each other, pulling at buttons and zippers, revealing bodies eager to touch and be touched. Charles shed his suit jacket and shirt, his trousers sliding over his legs to lie in a puddle around his ankles while Knubbler's borrowed clothing found their way to the floor as well. And then, in a heated mess of desperate groping and tired kisses, Charles guided them to his bed.
Knubbler fell back on the mattress and shifted forward to sit on the edge, looking up at the man before him. "It's been a while since I did something like this," he began, his nimble fingers absently playing with Charles' penis. "But I like you, so let me try something."
Before Charles could react, Knubbler had swallowed his cock halfway down his throat. He nearly fell forward and quickly braced himself on bony shoulders, watching in stunned silence as Knubbler tried to choke down the remaining half of his dick. "Knub-bler, I…" Charles couldn't finish his thought, let alone the sentence. The sudden heat and moisture that engulfed his penis was stealing all of his focus. He looked down at Knubbler, who had one eye trained on the task at hand and one electric eye turned to look at Charles.
"Eyh-tchank Ehy Khon Dho Eth!" he swallowed and inched down over the shaft.
It was awkward and fucking hot. Charles could feel the way Knubbler's throat constricted around him and he shuddered. "Knubbler, I appreciate this, but if you injured yourself on my, ah, penis, then I'd have to fill out an accident report form, deal with workplace safety representatives… and we'd never get to finish this." He moved a hand down to Knubbler's head, stroking the light choirboy hair that never seemed to move or change.
Knubbler pulled back and looked up at Charles, his lips glistening with saliva. His eyes were large and green while his cheeks burned red. "Heh, guess I'm a little rusty," he said as he wiped his mouth and shifted back onto the bed. "I just want you to like me, Chuck. I used to be very popular with that move… when I could do it right."
"I like you," Charles said, climbing onto the bed and moving on Knubbler. "Because you're sane and I can trust you to be upfront with me." He climbed between Knubbler's legs. "And damaging your larynx on my behalf won't help either of us." He winked before reaching to a control panel on his nightstand to dim the lights. He shifted his attention back when he felt Knubbler move beneath him to dig through the porn on the ground.
"For someone who's about to fuck another man, you'd think you would have some gay-"
"Secret compartment of my desk drawer," Charles interrupted him and took the vanilla DVD from Knubbler's hand. He knew better than to put all of his porn in one place, and it made sense to sort it by type. "Now if you want to do this, you should focus on-"
"Hey, Chuck?" Knubbler interrupted again. "Are you always so serious business? I'm losing my wood here." He grinned, showing his uneven teeth.
Charles gave up and pulled Knubbler into a hard kiss, their mouths clashing together as their tongues slipped along one another. He felt Knubbler sign into his embrace and begin to feel along Charles' body. He enjoyed the exploring fingers until they settled on tugging on his chest hair. He grunted as hot pain spread over his chest.
Knubbler giggled seditiously and drew closer, bowing his head as he licked a trail down to the abused skin and patch of hair.
Bowing back, Charles allowed him access. His goal was to fuck, what he hoped was a tight ass, and not have to fill out any paperwork afterwards. The thought of paperwork reminded him of some documents he'd forgotten to send out with the courier that day, which made him wonder what else he'd forgotten. His mind veered back to work and the headache that awaited him the next day. He considered sneaking back to his office when he and Knubbler were done, when sudden pain brought him back to the present. He shot forward, looking down at the producer who had a different glint in his eye.
Knubbler released his bite on Charles' nipple and looked up at him with a no-nonsense glare. "Lie down," he instructed, pushing Charles back. He watched for a moment before his expression lightened and he shook his head. "God, you need a vacation, or a drug habit or something!" He guided Charles to lie down and then straddled his thighs. "You're thinking about work at a time like this? How about you let me do things for a while? You can join in any time you feel like getting off." His electric eyes narrowed and he bowed forward to lick at Charles' chest.
Biting his lip, Charles as felt teeth took hold of a nipple to hold it in place as a soft tongue flicked over the hard nub. "I appreciate that, Knubbler. Maybe you're right. Maybe I do need a vacation. Oh~" he groaned in spite of himself as Knubbler began working on his cock. The feeling washed over him in sharp relief against the dull thoughts of paperwork, which faded to the background. Everything was detailed and focused; he could feel the soft palms that pressed on either side of his cock, pulling at his foreskin, and rough nails grazed over the tender his glans. That mouth that was so good at talking continued to suck along his chest and Charles rolled his head back against the mattress as the feeling completely took over.
Knubbler's skill was like nothing Charles had experienced before. His thin fingers loosely encircled Charles' hardon, creating a too-large tunnel that pulled in long, gentle strokes that felt more like lazy milking than a real handjob. And yet, it felt better than what Charles could achieve with his own hand. He thrust futilely into the loose grip, grunting as he was unable to get the rough contact he needed, but Knubbler wouldn't help him out.
He continued to tease Charles, slackening his hold whenever the manager tried thrusting forward. He smirked against his nipples when Charles huffed in irritation. "Let me handle this," he laughed.
"I don't know… if I can," Charles panted as he watched Knubbler. "Not if you keep teasing me like that." He bit his lip. He could see Knubbler licking him and fondling his penis. He took hold of Knubbler's jaw and guided him up for a kiss. Their mouths touched in a familiar, relaxed kiss that still held the need and passion of their throbbing bodies and Charles pulled Knubbler up to lie beside him. He smirked to himself, feeling his control returning as he grabbed hold of Knubbler's erection and those electric eyes went out of focus. "I can't lie back and let things happen. I like to get my hands dirty." He began to stroke Knubbler's nub with the same techniques he enjoyed when he masturbated alone in his room.
"Y'know, you'll get your hands pretty dirty soon if you keep that up, Chuck. I, uh, watched your porn, but I couldn't really jerk off in your room."
Charles felt his cock swell at that. "Thank you, Dick. That was very considerate of-"
"I couldn't find any tissues and I didn't feel right wiping my spunk on your bed sheets." He grinned widely as Charles gave him a stern look. "Jeez, I'm kidding! You really need a drug habit."
"A vacation will be fine," Charles said as he rolled his hips and dragged his thumb down Knubbler's cock. He shifted forward, pressing their erections together, and thrust forward. The glide of smooth, hot skin melted all errant thoughts that flittered about Charles' mind. Everything came into sharp focus and he sucked hard on Knubbler's lip as he ground forward, jerking them both off with rapid flicks of his wrist. He felt his control slip back into place as Knubbler appeared to melt under his control.
The producer pulled back from the kiss, a half-smirk on his face, seeming to hint that he knew what Charles was thinking. He didn't say anything, though, and instead arched back; surrendering control of his dick to Charles and inviting him to jerk them off however he liked. Knubbler left their dicks to Charles while he employed his hands in other tasks, such as pinching at Charles' nipples and playing with his ass. He rocked forward, pushing hard into Charles' fists. "H-hey, this is… pretty… ungh, amazing, Chuck, but I should warn you-"
Barely hiding the smirk that tugged at the edge of his mouth, Charles slowed his handjob, instead grinding his thumb over their pliant glans, spreading around the precome that glistened there. He could feel his balls tightening beneath him, and seeing Knubbler nearly undone just made it even better. He wanted to push Dick over the edge and watch him lose control. With all of the insanity he dealt with every day he worked for Dethklok, an orgasm was beautiful and controllable, and he would ensure he and Knubbler enjoyed a bit of blissful sanity along with him.
Through steamy glasses he watched Knubbler as the producer took matters into his own hands. His soft fingers wrapped over Charles' stilled hands, urging them to keep moving and gliding over their erections with firm determination. Charles twitched forward, his fist jerking hard and fast in tandem to Knubbler's kill and he felt his muscles tightening within him. Things wound tighter and tighter before slowing, as if they'd reached their limit before quickly spinning out of control in a mess of blissful contractions that tore a needy groan from his throat. He thrust hard, spilling hot come against Knubbler's abdomen just as the producer groaned his own release and shot his seed between them.
It was some moments before things came into focus for Charles and he looked at Knubbler-really looked at him. His blond choirboy-cut hair was tousled and sticking to his head. His waxy skin glistened with sweat and he looked perfectly content with himself as he slowly stroked their cocks, riding out the aftershocks of his orgasm while he panted heavily against Charles' neck. Charles wasn't disgusted.
"Whoo! That was great! Amazing, even! I haven't jerked off like that before. I guess I was wrong about you, Chuck. You sure know how to-"
"Yes, well," Charles, not a fan of amateur poetry, cut him off. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. It's been a while… ah, I'm sure you were hoping for more when you jumped me just now. Looks like-"
"Hey, don't say that. You were great, babe," Knubbler might have winked, but Charles wasn't sure. "For a first time, it was alright. I ain't never come at the same time before, y'know? It was like in porn."
Charles nodded at that, unsure if that was a compliment or not. He released their cocks and wiped his hand on his bedspread before looking back at the producer. He'd said first time. Charles reflected a moment before deciding the thought agreed with him. He wasn't adverse to a second time. It was rare in his line of work that he could interact with someone who was mildly sane.
Lying back on the bed, Charles closed his eyes and listened to Knubbler moving about his room-playing with his porn, or digging out more drugs, he wasn't sure-and beyond that he could hear the loud music of Dethklok throwing a porn party.
Chapter 01 |
Chapter: 02 : Later That Evening
Author: Merci
Pairing: Charles/Knubbler
Rating: NC17
Source: Metalocalypse
Wordcount: 2,657
Summary: Charles returns to his room after a long day taking care of the boys. Little does he know someone has been waiting for him to return.
Warnings: Yaoi, explicit sexual relations between two men, frottage, mentions of drug use.
Disclaimer: I am making no profit from this fanfiction. I do not own Knubbler, Charles, or Metalocalypse.
Notes: I had such difficulty with this. I don't know what it was, but it just felt weird to write it this way. I was going for full sex, but that didn't happen, so enjoy some frottage ^____^ I swear, Charles feels OOC here, even though I tried to make it work. Well, at least Charles and Knubbler get some time together, which is what matters.
If you're reading this, I hope you enjoy.
Chapter 02 : Later That Evening
At the end of the day, Charles was exhausted. He'd bowed out of the boys' latest drug party and rushed to his room, escaping their protests and accusations of his robot nature. With all the things that went on that day, his thoughts of Knubbler had fallen to the wayside. That changed the moment he walked into his room and was savaged by the skinny producer.
Dick pressed Charles against the door with surprising strength. "You left me waiting too long," he said in his nasal voice. His breath was hot in Charles' face and he jammed a knee between his thighs. "I can't exactly go anywhere like this," he indicated the oversized pajamas that hung over his shoulders, monogrammed with Charles' initials. "I had to entertain myself while I waited."
"O-h?" Charles raised an eyebrow and swallowed. He was so tightly-wound from dealing with the boys that being so close to Knubbler's body made him want to explode. He'd completely forgotten about the producer's expensive suit going to the cleaners, leaving their owner borrowing his pajamas to keep him decent. "What have you been doing?" Charles question trailed off as he looked past the producer to his room-usually immaculate-thrown into disarray.
"Mostly porn, room service, and drugs," Knubbler loosened his hold on Charles' lapels and leaned forward to kiss him, his tongue swiping over Charles' closed lips. "I had a nap, too, so I'm awake are ready this time, and I won't let Nathan interrupt us."
"I wouldn't count on that," Charles sighed, placing his hands on Knubbler's shoulders. His day had involved so much bullshit that he just felt like collapsing into bed. Knubbler's kiss may have been awakening his interest, but he didn't know if he had the energy to follow through. He sighed heavily, suddenly noticing a familiar smell in the air. He looked around again. The television flickered with some muted but very explicit visuals that sent his sensibilities spiraling. "You found my…" he couldn't even finish the sentence as he scanned the DVDs that spilled out from his hiding place in the false back of his bookshelf. He'd safely hidden his collection behind an encyclopedia set of tropical diseases. How did Knubbler find-?
"Your taste in porn is pretty fucked up, Chuck. It's so vanilla, but I guess after dealing with Dethklok all day, you'd want to jerk off to something normal." His green eyes narrowed as a wicked grin spread over his face. "I don't think I've ever been fucked missionary before."
"Knubbler, what makes you think-?"
"Sorry, Chuck, I guess I could fuck you missionary, if you like." Knubbler reached down to grab his ass, pulling Charles against him.
"That's… not what I meant," Charles said, as he felt his exhaustion melting away, replaced with something far more energized and demanding. He looked over his glasses at the smaller man and, in one fluid movement, spun their positions around. He held the producer, firmly pinning him to the door as he jammed a knee between his thighs and lightly rubbed his dick through the silky pajamas. "I had something else in mind for our, ah, time together." Charles breathed, before moving and kissing Knubbler with a commanding mouth. He pressed in hard, ripping the buttons on the borrowed pajama shirt, and dragged his hands over bony ribs and lightly flicking pert nipples.
Knubbler laughed and squirmed away. "H-hey, there! I'm ticklish!" He tried to pull away, but Charles continued to antagonize him.
"You know, Dick, telling people your weak spots will just invite them to exploit those weaknesses." He pinched harder, pulling a squeal from the producer.
"H-hey, don't pull them off," Knubbler grunted as he pushed Charles back.
Charles sighed and pulled away, ready to stop everything. "I'm sorry, Knubbler. If you can't take it-"
"Hey!" Knubbler snapped, grabbing Charles' tie and pulling him close. "I didn't say that. I can take whatever you dish out. Just lay off my nipples. They had a traumatic experience at a party in the eighties."
Charles grinned darkly and adjusted his glasses. "Alright, Dick. If those are your only requirements, then I can work with you." He yanked the producer forward and kissed him again, driving his tongue over thin lips.
They moved excitedly against each other, pulling at buttons and zippers, revealing bodies eager to touch and be touched. Charles shed his suit jacket and shirt, his trousers sliding over his legs to lie in a puddle around his ankles while Knubbler's borrowed clothing found their way to the floor as well. And then, in a heated mess of desperate groping and tired kisses, Charles guided them to his bed.
Knubbler fell back on the mattress and shifted forward to sit on the edge, looking up at the man before him. "It's been a while since I did something like this," he began, his nimble fingers absently playing with Charles' penis. "But I like you, so let me try something."
Before Charles could react, Knubbler had swallowed his cock halfway down his throat. He nearly fell forward and quickly braced himself on bony shoulders, watching in stunned silence as Knubbler tried to choke down the remaining half of his dick. "Knub-bler, I…" Charles couldn't finish his thought, let alone the sentence. The sudden heat and moisture that engulfed his penis was stealing all of his focus. He looked down at Knubbler, who had one eye trained on the task at hand and one electric eye turned to look at Charles.
"Eyh-tchank Ehy Khon Dho Eth!" he swallowed and inched down over the shaft.
It was awkward and fucking hot. Charles could feel the way Knubbler's throat constricted around him and he shuddered. "Knubbler, I appreciate this, but if you injured yourself on my, ah, penis, then I'd have to fill out an accident report form, deal with workplace safety representatives… and we'd never get to finish this." He moved a hand down to Knubbler's head, stroking the light choirboy hair that never seemed to move or change.
Knubbler pulled back and looked up at Charles, his lips glistening with saliva. His eyes were large and green while his cheeks burned red. "Heh, guess I'm a little rusty," he said as he wiped his mouth and shifted back onto the bed. "I just want you to like me, Chuck. I used to be very popular with that move… when I could do it right."
"I like you," Charles said, climbing onto the bed and moving on Knubbler. "Because you're sane and I can trust you to be upfront with me." He climbed between Knubbler's legs. "And damaging your larynx on my behalf won't help either of us." He winked before reaching to a control panel on his nightstand to dim the lights. He shifted his attention back when he felt Knubbler move beneath him to dig through the porn on the ground.
"For someone who's about to fuck another man, you'd think you would have some gay-"
"Secret compartment of my desk drawer," Charles interrupted him and took the vanilla DVD from Knubbler's hand. He knew better than to put all of his porn in one place, and it made sense to sort it by type. "Now if you want to do this, you should focus on-"
"Hey, Chuck?" Knubbler interrupted again. "Are you always so serious business? I'm losing my wood here." He grinned, showing his uneven teeth.
Charles gave up and pulled Knubbler into a hard kiss, their mouths clashing together as their tongues slipped along one another. He felt Knubbler sign into his embrace and begin to feel along Charles' body. He enjoyed the exploring fingers until they settled on tugging on his chest hair. He grunted as hot pain spread over his chest.
Knubbler giggled seditiously and drew closer, bowing his head as he licked a trail down to the abused skin and patch of hair.
Bowing back, Charles allowed him access. His goal was to fuck, what he hoped was a tight ass, and not have to fill out any paperwork afterwards. The thought of paperwork reminded him of some documents he'd forgotten to send out with the courier that day, which made him wonder what else he'd forgotten. His mind veered back to work and the headache that awaited him the next day. He considered sneaking back to his office when he and Knubbler were done, when sudden pain brought him back to the present. He shot forward, looking down at the producer who had a different glint in his eye.
Knubbler released his bite on Charles' nipple and looked up at him with a no-nonsense glare. "Lie down," he instructed, pushing Charles back. He watched for a moment before his expression lightened and he shook his head. "God, you need a vacation, or a drug habit or something!" He guided Charles to lie down and then straddled his thighs. "You're thinking about work at a time like this? How about you let me do things for a while? You can join in any time you feel like getting off." His electric eyes narrowed and he bowed forward to lick at Charles' chest.
Biting his lip, Charles as felt teeth took hold of a nipple to hold it in place as a soft tongue flicked over the hard nub. "I appreciate that, Knubbler. Maybe you're right. Maybe I do need a vacation. Oh~" he groaned in spite of himself as Knubbler began working on his cock. The feeling washed over him in sharp relief against the dull thoughts of paperwork, which faded to the background. Everything was detailed and focused; he could feel the soft palms that pressed on either side of his cock, pulling at his foreskin, and rough nails grazed over the tender his glans. That mouth that was so good at talking continued to suck along his chest and Charles rolled his head back against the mattress as the feeling completely took over.
Knubbler's skill was like nothing Charles had experienced before. His thin fingers loosely encircled Charles' hardon, creating a too-large tunnel that pulled in long, gentle strokes that felt more like lazy milking than a real handjob. And yet, it felt better than what Charles could achieve with his own hand. He thrust futilely into the loose grip, grunting as he was unable to get the rough contact he needed, but Knubbler wouldn't help him out.
He continued to tease Charles, slackening his hold whenever the manager tried thrusting forward. He smirked against his nipples when Charles huffed in irritation. "Let me handle this," he laughed.
"I don't know… if I can," Charles panted as he watched Knubbler. "Not if you keep teasing me like that." He bit his lip. He could see Knubbler licking him and fondling his penis. He took hold of Knubbler's jaw and guided him up for a kiss. Their mouths touched in a familiar, relaxed kiss that still held the need and passion of their throbbing bodies and Charles pulled Knubbler up to lie beside him. He smirked to himself, feeling his control returning as he grabbed hold of Knubbler's erection and those electric eyes went out of focus. "I can't lie back and let things happen. I like to get my hands dirty." He began to stroke Knubbler's nub with the same techniques he enjoyed when he masturbated alone in his room.
"Y'know, you'll get your hands pretty dirty soon if you keep that up, Chuck. I, uh, watched your porn, but I couldn't really jerk off in your room."
Charles felt his cock swell at that. "Thank you, Dick. That was very considerate of-"
"I couldn't find any tissues and I didn't feel right wiping my spunk on your bed sheets." He grinned widely as Charles gave him a stern look. "Jeez, I'm kidding! You really need a drug habit."
"A vacation will be fine," Charles said as he rolled his hips and dragged his thumb down Knubbler's cock. He shifted forward, pressing their erections together, and thrust forward. The glide of smooth, hot skin melted all errant thoughts that flittered about Charles' mind. Everything came into sharp focus and he sucked hard on Knubbler's lip as he ground forward, jerking them both off with rapid flicks of his wrist. He felt his control slip back into place as Knubbler appeared to melt under his control.
The producer pulled back from the kiss, a half-smirk on his face, seeming to hint that he knew what Charles was thinking. He didn't say anything, though, and instead arched back; surrendering control of his dick to Charles and inviting him to jerk them off however he liked. Knubbler left their dicks to Charles while he employed his hands in other tasks, such as pinching at Charles' nipples and playing with his ass. He rocked forward, pushing hard into Charles' fists. "H-hey, this is… pretty… ungh, amazing, Chuck, but I should warn you-"
Barely hiding the smirk that tugged at the edge of his mouth, Charles slowed his handjob, instead grinding his thumb over their pliant glans, spreading around the precome that glistened there. He could feel his balls tightening beneath him, and seeing Knubbler nearly undone just made it even better. He wanted to push Dick over the edge and watch him lose control. With all of the insanity he dealt with every day he worked for Dethklok, an orgasm was beautiful and controllable, and he would ensure he and Knubbler enjoyed a bit of blissful sanity along with him.
Through steamy glasses he watched Knubbler as the producer took matters into his own hands. His soft fingers wrapped over Charles' stilled hands, urging them to keep moving and gliding over their erections with firm determination. Charles twitched forward, his fist jerking hard and fast in tandem to Knubbler's kill and he felt his muscles tightening within him. Things wound tighter and tighter before slowing, as if they'd reached their limit before quickly spinning out of control in a mess of blissful contractions that tore a needy groan from his throat. He thrust hard, spilling hot come against Knubbler's abdomen just as the producer groaned his own release and shot his seed between them.
It was some moments before things came into focus for Charles and he looked at Knubbler-really looked at him. His blond choirboy-cut hair was tousled and sticking to his head. His waxy skin glistened with sweat and he looked perfectly content with himself as he slowly stroked their cocks, riding out the aftershocks of his orgasm while he panted heavily against Charles' neck. Charles wasn't disgusted.
"Whoo! That was great! Amazing, even! I haven't jerked off like that before. I guess I was wrong about you, Chuck. You sure know how to-"
"Yes, well," Charles, not a fan of amateur poetry, cut him off. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. It's been a while… ah, I'm sure you were hoping for more when you jumped me just now. Looks like-"
"Hey, don't say that. You were great, babe," Knubbler might have winked, but Charles wasn't sure. "For a first time, it was alright. I ain't never come at the same time before, y'know? It was like in porn."
Charles nodded at that, unsure if that was a compliment or not. He released their cocks and wiped his hand on his bedspread before looking back at the producer. He'd said first time. Charles reflected a moment before deciding the thought agreed with him. He wasn't adverse to a second time. It was rare in his line of work that he could interact with someone who was mildly sane.
Lying back on the bed, Charles closed his eyes and listened to Knubbler moving about his room-playing with his porn, or digging out more drugs, he wasn't sure-and beyond that he could hear the loud music of Dethklok throwing a porn party.
Chapter 01 |