Work Text:
1:00 AM.
For Charles, this would be another long, lonely night in the office. He never minded though, as he had grown accustomed to working long shifts. Not only was his managerial position his job, but it begun to become his life. Glancing at the clock nearby, he sighed. He furrowed his brows at the realization that he still had more work, and less hours of sleep, ahead of him. This was turning out to be another boring day, until he heard a bang at the door.
Without missing a beat, Charles glanced up to see Nathan Explosion, the band’s frontman, standing in the threshold.
“CHARLES.” Nathan bellowed, emerald eyes fixed on the manager.
“Nathan. Ah- is something wrong?” Charles replied, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. It certainly wasn’t uncommon for one of Dethklok’s members to be up late at night. In fact, they stayed up late almost every night. However, they always seemed to busy themselves with various groupies or alcohol.
“Take a break.” Nathan barked.
“Ah. Unfortunately I don’t have much time to “pal around” at the moment. I’m quite busy with work.” Charles stated blankly. Between work, the Church of the BlackKlok, and the new record, Charles wasn’t lying. He truly was busy. Not only that, but whenever he “palled” around with the band it always ended with a hangover, which Charles certainly wasn’t in the mood for.
“Take a break. I’m not asking, I’m telling you. C’mon, follow me.” Nathan’s voice, despite the demand, was softer this time. Charles raised a brow in challenge. He wasn’t used to being bossed around by the band, and wasn’t quite sure how to take it.
“Do I ah- have a choice in the matter?” Charles asked.
“No.” Nathan replied, his voice a low growl. Charles furrowed his brow slightly, but decided to go with it. It had been a while since he had last hung out with the band, given the circumstances.
============================
Leaving the office, Nathan and Charles began to walk through Mordhaus, which was unusually quiet. Even though Charles knew it wasn’t true, it seemed as though everyone except them was already asleep. There was a suspicious lack of broken objects, beer bottles, and sluts. Charles raised his brow at how quickly Nathan began to walk. He easily kept up the pace.
“So.. is everyone else coming along? Where are we going?” Charles began to ask. His mind began reeling with questions; it wasn’t like Nathan to be so quiet.
Nathan grunted. “No, they’re not coming. And you’ll find out.”
Charles was getting worried now. What could Nathan possibly want him to do? He started to hope this wasn’t some form of an elaborate joke. If he walked into a room and got maced or attacked he was going to be pissed.
“Will you at least tell me what’s going on?” Charles retorted.
Nathan sensed his worry, and slightly frowned. “I just wanted to pal around with you. We’re almost there.”
Charles slightly regretted his remark, and felt guilt at Nathan’s frown. After what seemed like an eternity of walking, they approached Mordhaus’ garage. Nathan started up the “Murdercycle,” and Charles noticed there was only one sidecar instead of the usual four. He noticed a small duffel bag sitting in the seat.
“What is this?” Charles asked, eyes directed to the bag. He raised an eyebrow, which caused Nathan to chuckle quietly.
“You’ll find out. Get in.” Nathan replied, a slight smile on his face. Charles raised a concerned eyebrow at this, but decided not to push it further. He knew he wouldn’t get an answer at this rate.
Awkwardly stepping into the sidecar, Charles set the bag on the floor and buckled. He couldn’t smell blood in the air and didn’t feel anything sharp at his feet, so he began to relax. With a slight jolt, the Murdercycle began rolling. Despite his growing frustration at Nathan’s vagueness, he had to admit it was a nice night for a ride. The air was cool, crisp. Refreshing almost, compared to the stuffy air of the office and the scent of pen ink. He took a small glance up at Nathan, and watched the wind blow through his inky, jet-black hair. He couldn’t help but admire the man’s features. Despite having gained some weight in the past few years, Nathan still retained high cheekbones and a defined jaw. Admittedly, Charles liked Nathan’s stomach, quite a lot in fact. His bulk reminded him of a bull, or even a bear. The definition of power and intimidation. Charles realized he was beginning to stare at the man, and quickly looked away. Nathan grinned at this, amused at Charles’ nervousness.
“You like to stare, you know that?” Nathan remarked. He had an eyebrow raised, almost in challenge. Despite his demeanor, Nathan could feel a blush beginning to rise to his cheeks.
“I ah- was just thinking. That is all.” Charles spat back, his voice higher than he meant it to be.
“Sure..” Nathan replied.
The air began to thicken. Has it grown warmer?
“So. You’re probably wondering where we’re going..” Nathan began, his voice low. He wanted to break up the tension.
“We’re going to the beach.”
Charles should have known. Even before the prophecies were revealed to him, he always knew Nathan had been drawn to the water. Who decides to write an album just for fish in the first place? Charles raised an eyebrow.
“Ah. Why so late, if I may ask? Couldn’t we have ah- gone in the morning?” Charles wondered. He shivered slightly thinking about the water. He knew that it would be freezing, even if it was summertime. Plus, he wasn’t wearing proper attire. Despite the time, he still was donning a suit and loafers. His jacket and dress shirt were slightly unbuttoned however, loose at the neck and revealing a small amount of chest hair.
“Hm.” Nathan grunted, pondering an answer.
“I like the ocean at night better.” He resolved. Simple enough, but still didn’t quite answer the question.
“And.. I thought you would be busy earlier.. I didn’t want to bother you.” There it is.
Charles began to feel his face flush a little, color rising to his cheeks.
“Oh. You wouldn’t have bothered me Nathan, I just don’t know if I would have been available.”
Nathan grunted at this; a scowl rose to his lips.
“That’s not true. I’m always bothering you.” Nathan replied, sulking.
“I-, I’m sorry if I’ve said anything to make you feel that way..” Charles responded, not sure how to react.
“That’s it, you never say anything, but I can tell in your face. You always say the right thing.” Nathan mumbled. He was frowning more now, brows deeply furrowed.
Charles looked up at him again. Were his eyes red? He shook the thought away. Nathan wouldn’t be the type to show much emotion, especially cry, in front of him. However, as he continued to look, he did notice a small glint in his eye.
“I’m sorry, that’s how I have to be. I never meant to hurt any of you boys,--” Charles began.
“Charles. Listen.” Nathan cut him off. Charles realized that the cycle had stopped, and they were near the beach now. He could see the shore clearly in the distance.
“I- what?” Charles quickly asked. Nathan glanced over at him, eyes deep and intense. Almost childishly, Nathan put a finger to Charles’ lips. Taken aback by the action, Charles looked up at him, eyes wide. Nathan removed his hand and stepped out of the cycle, seizing the bag and throwing it over his shoulder. He stood still, looking out across the shore line. The moon had risen over the ocean, giving it a crystalline appearance. It almost seemed to sparkle, with the reflections of the moon and stars cast across the surface. Charles stared at Nathan’s back, watching as the wind swept his hair. It was beautiful, and almost dangerously enchanting. He truly looked like a god; it was as though Poseidon himself was standing before him.
Nathan removed his shoes, and turned around to see Charles entranced, eyes fixed on him.
“You’re looking, but you’re not listening. Close your eyes. Come out of the cycle.” Nathan quietly ordered.
Charles hopped slightly in surprise, and quickly followed behind. Removing his shoes and socks, he stepped out onto the coarse sand. He stood next to Nathan, and closed his eyes, as he was told. In the darkness that enveloped him, he heard the distant sounds of the waves, and their pounding against the shore. It was almost like a deep lullaby, one created by nature. He pondered what more Nathan could hear, if he could hear whales singing a song solely for him. Between the low, alluring call of the sea and the crisp salt in the air, Charles felt completely at peace. Taking a few deep breaths, he eventually decided to open his eyes. Glancing down at his formal attire, he slightly chuckled.
“Ah.. did you bring a swimsuit?” Charles asked.
Nathan huffed. “Yeah. I brought you one too. Here.”
Charles raised an eyebrow, curious as to how Nathan even acquired a fitting swimsuit for himself, but chose to ask at a later time. Setting the bag down, he ruffled through to find a black pair of swim shorts and some much larger garments as well. He also noticed there was some sunscreen, which made Charles smile a little, considering how there was no sunlight to be found. After grabbing the shorts, Charles handed the bag back to Nathan.
“Ah, thank you. So, where will we be changing? There doesn’t appear to be a bathroom nearby-”
“Why not just change here?” Nathan grinned. “I won’t look if you don’t want me to.” There was a slight teasing tone in his voice. Charles furrowed his brow in slight embarrassment. This was unusual, even for Nathan. Wouldn’t he find this… “gay” as he’d put it? Does he truly want me to change in front of him?
Before he could finish his thought, Nathan added,
“I mean, I’m probably just going to swim naked anyway.”
Charles' eyes widened. He felt a blush begin to form. Not only that, but he felt himself growing hard, which was becoming obvious, given his tight suit pants.
Nathan seemed to notice too, but decided not to comment on it. He too was beginning to blush slightly. After a moment of silence that went on for a touch too long, Nathan began to slowly lift his shirt over his head. Charles quickly followed suit, doing his best not to stare again. However, once he heard the familiar sound of a zipper becoming undone, Charles couldn’t help but to peek.
“Oh-” A small, but incriminating noise had escaped from Charles' throat.
Nathan was massive. Not only that, but Charles could tell there was a budding hard-on, adding to the size.
Nathan peered over his shoulder, eyes peering into Charles’. Despite his cool demeanor, Nathan was slightly embarrassed. He quietly huffed, and went back to work slipping his jeans off. Charles was usually quite slow in unbuttoning his shirt and jacket, but he was working furiously. The shorts he received were thrown to the side. It was almost comedic, but Nathan didn’t point it out.
Eventually, they both stood before each other, naked and embarrassingly erect. Charles had felt feelings towards Nathan for quite some time now, and had already felt a sexual attraction towards him. Yet, he always felt it foolish to act on it, given the possible consequences to the band as a whole. Charles learned very young it was foolish to mix business and pleasure, and always intended to keep it that way. However, he couldn’t help but look Nathan up and down.
Nathan on the other hand, hadn’t really seen Charles as very attractive until the night they all went drinking together. Admittedly, Charles wasn’t a bad looking guy normally but seeing a different, looser side of him changed things. Why did he play with his hair that night? Or paying them much more attention than before? Even though he expressed slight annoyance at the time, seeing Charles’ smirk made Nathan want him to do it again. Even if it was “gay,” he wanted to see Charles more. He liked his fun, adventurous side. He had never felt attraction like this towards a man before, what made Charles so special?
Nathan initially lowered his eyes, but began to size up Charles as well. Not only was the other man surprisingly muscular, he wasn’t small either. Nathan’s eyes drifted to Charles’ hip bones… and continued to lower…the man had a beautiful dick.
Charles noticed Nathan’s gaze, and his eyebrows rose. Was Nathan secretly gay as well? If so… that changes things. His mind began reeling.
“Hey- So.. Uh.. are we going swimming or not?” Nathan asked, his voice slightly higher than usual. It sounded somewhat strained.
“Oh! Right- ah- swimming. Yes, let’s go. Is the water cold?” Charles replied, eyes averted.
Without an ounce of trepidation, Nathan walked into the brisk water. To Nathan, it wasn’t really that chilly. He had enough body heat to prevent getting goosebumps. Nathan waited a second, and shook his head, which caused Charles to follow suit.
Stepping into the water, he immediately shivered, causing his back to arch slightly.
“Ah-!” Charles made a small noise, out of slight shock. The water was completely freezing.
Nathan furrowed his brow in concern.
“You can leave if you want to, I’m sorry.”
“No- No-, it’s fine…! Let me get closer to you.” Charles responded, through chattering teeth.
Wading through, Charles drew closer until him and Nathan were only a few feet apart. At this depth the water was perfectly calm, and deep enough to swim in. Charles allowed himself to go underwater, relieving his frigid skin. After bobbing back up, he noticed Nathan was intently looking down at him. Charles raised an eyebrow, curiously.
Without a second thought, Nathan grabbed Charles by his hips, drawing him closer. Earning a surprised yelp out of Charles, Nathan started to laugh. He’d never seen the manager so flustered, and it was oddly adorable.
“Hey- ah- what are you doing?” Charles quickly asked, Nathan’s hands still on his hips. Nathan pulled him to his chest. Despite his surprise, Charles didn’t fight it. He could hear Nathan’s heartbeat, and… he began to feel all of Nathan pressing against him.
“I’m warming you up.” Nathan replied, quietly. He could feel Charles shivering under him, and started rubbing his shoulders in response. Again, Charles didn’t fight the action. It was deeply soothing and something he hadn’t felt in a very long time. Slowly, Nathan began to start rubbing him lower, moving from his shoulder blades and trailing a line down his back. Charles leaned into the touch, back slightly arching in response.
“Do you like this?” Nathan asked quietly, almost a whisper against the drawl of the sea’s crashing waves. Charles murmured a yes in response, and that was good enough for Nathan.
Drifting his hands further, Nathan gently reached for Charles’ butt. He began to squeeze, his hands easily cupping most of him. Charles moaned quietly at this, and his eyes began to close in response. Nathan grinned, and grabbed a little more, a little harder. This evoked a louder cry. For Nathan, he was determined to test the waters. He knew practically nothing about Charles’ sex life, or his habits, and was becoming desperate to learn more. He wanted to see how far they would go.
===========================
Hoisting Charles up, Nathan began to hold him. Charles was surprised by this, but wrapped his legs around Nathan in return. Peering down at Charles, Nathan began to read his expression. His lips were slightly parted, hair ruffled from wind and sea, and his eyes gleamed of desire. Nathan stared at his lips once more, and hungrily leaned down to kiss them. Once their lips met Charles moaned slightly, causing Nathan to devour him more feverishly. Nathan pushed his tongue to Charles' lips, causing Charles to use his tongue in return. Nathan taking the lead, the kiss was almost overwhelming to Charles. Between the utter size difference and burning passion between them, he struggled to keep up.
Charles began to cup Nathan’s face, in order to steady him. His face was warm, almost burning to the touch. In response to the kiss, Charles began to grind on Nathan out of desperation. It’s been forever since Charles had done anything like this, and he needed it badly. Nathan rumbled a surprised moan, as he felt Charles’ hips thrust against his. Despite the icy water, they both had no problem growing hard, and Nathan felt Charles’ length rub against his.
Nathan pulled away from the kiss.
“Fuck, Charles..” Nathan gasped. They both were panting heavily, not breaking eye contact.
Nathan began to grin, a flash of white, sharp teeth.
“How about we get out of the water? I brought towels.” Nathan asked, looking expectantly at Charles.
Breathing heavily, Charles nodded. To his enjoyment, Nathan carried him out of the water. Cutting through the waves, they made it back to the chilled sand. Nathan rummaged through his bag and grabbed two towels. The first he spread on the sand, ensuring that it wouldn’t blow away. The other, he kept gripped in his hand. Charles cocked an eyebrow.
“Ah.. are we sharing this towel?” Charles asked.
Nathan squinted, smiling.
“Yup. Unless you brought your own, that is.”
Charles chuckled lowly at his response. Nathan knew damn well Charles didn’t have time to pack. This was part of his plan. He shook his head.
“Welp, it looks like we’re sharing then. Here, you can have it first, since you might be cold.” Nathan commented. He was right, it was still chilly out. Especially so, considering they just got out of the water.
Charles gingerly accepted the towel, and began to dry himself off. Running it over his pale, cold skin, he started with his neck and slowly worked downwards. Nathan watched in eager anticipation, infatuated with the way his hands and fingers moved. To Nathan, Charles had the grace and poise of a spider or seamstress. Nathan however, always thought of himself as clumsy and rough. While Charles drifted the towel over his skin, almost in a sensual manner, Nathan would practically scrub the water off. Eventually, Charles handed him back the slightly damp towel.
“Ah.. here you go. Thank you for ah- letting me use this..” Charles muttered.
Nathan smiled in response. Shaking his head like a dog, he began to dry himself as much as he could. Charles giggled at the action, causing Nathan to look up. He gazed at Charles with a hint of embarrassment across his face, causing Charles to stop immediately.
“Sorry, I ah- thought it was cute.” Charles stated, not intending to hurt his feelings.
Nathan, satisfied with the response, lowered his head again. His dark hair fell over his shoulders and eyes. Moving slowly, almost teasingly, Nathan began drying himself again. Charles practically ogled at the man, watching his muscles drip with the salty water. A strong urge to lick it off surfaced in his mind. He decided to go for it.
Stepping closer, Charles grabbed Nathan by the chin, forcing his head upwards. He peered into Nathan’s eyes. Nathan appeared startled by the action,a glint of fear visible in his expression. Charles began to gently kiss Nathan’s neck, tracing a line upwards with his tongue. Nathan’s body relaxed, his eyes fluttering shut in response. Teasing him with licks, he began to start nipping at his neck and earlobe. This evoked a short, low groan from Nathan, encouraging Charles to keep going. As he began to suck his earlobe, Charles’ hand began to absent-mindedly drift downwards to Nathan’s growing erection.
“Oh fuck..” Nathan moaned. He gritted his teeth in response to the touch. Charles continued to ravish him. He would definitely wake up with hickeys in the morning, which wasn’t too uncommon, but he’d never expected to get any from his manager.
Charles stroked Nathan with a surprising amount of grip. Despite having smaller hands, he wasn’t going gentle. Teasing the tip, he began to whisper in Nathan’s ear.
“Tell me what you want.” Charles quietly ordered. Any shred of professionalism was gone; Charles was in his element. He peered up at Nathan with unusually shiny, amber eyes. A seductive grin painted his face.
“Charles… I-” Nathan started. He kept trying to mumble something, but Charles was too intelligent. Whenever Nathan would open his mouth to speak Charles would quickly stroke his shaft, eliciting a moan from the other man.
“Hm..? I’m sorry, I ah- can’t hear you.” Charles teased. He was enjoying this too much. Nathan, frustrated with his teasing, managed to shove Charles off of him and into the sand, making sure he landed on the towel.Charles peered up at him with confusion, shock painting his face. Taking advantage of the vulnerability, Nathan got on top of him, snarling down at his prey with desire in his eyes.
“How about now? ” Nathan growled. He rushed to grab Charles’ hands before he could overtake him, holding them still above his head. Charles' eyes widened, causing Nathan to grin in satisfaction. Reaching his free arm behind him, he began to stroke Charles’ cock. However, unlike Charles, he went slowly.
“Not so fun being teased, is it?” Nathan taunted. Charles moaned slightly.
“Ah- Nathan…”
“Charles.”
“Nathan I- I- want you to fuck me.” Nathan raised an eyebrow at this, surprised at how eager Charles was. While he thought it would be fun to tease him longer, he decided against it. He knew that Charlies probably hadn’t slept with anyone in a very long time. He never saw him with any groupies, or frankly anyone for that matter. Unless he slept with the klokateers… then that would be a completely different story.
Removing his hand from Charles’ cock, he got up and freed the man. Nathan kneeled on the towel. Charles raised an eyebrow at this, but didn’t speak.
“Charles. Get on your hands and knees.”
As if under some sort of spell, or perhaps out of pure desperation, Charles quickly followed the command.
Once into position, Charles glanced back at Nathan.
“Ah.. Nathan.. Do we have any sort of lube?”
Nathan nodded his head and reached for the bag. Charles began to wonder why he hadn’t noticed it before, but that was quickly cut short by the sensation of a slick finger slowly rubbing him. Charles gasped at the feeling.
Nathan gently began to slide the first finger in, evoking a small moan from the man beneath him. He slowly drew it in and out, ensuring that Charles wouldn’t get hurt. Charles groaned slightly, almost pleading.
Nathan raised his eyebrows in slight surprise, and decided to slip another finger in, this time going a little faster and with more intensity. Beneath him, Charles began to thrust himself backwards, trying to get Nathan’s fingers to go as deep as possible, moaning with each attempt. In response, Nathan grabbed Charles’ hips, steadying him. He inserted a third finger, and started going much harder. Thrusting them in as deep as possible, Charles let out a short, high pitched moan and arched his back. Nathan let out a deep, low chuckle at his eagerness, and continued to thrust deep.
“Want more?” Nathan whispered.
“I- I want you.. N- Nathan..” Charles mumbled back, stuttering from the pleasure. Slowly, Nathan removed his fingers and began to lube himself up. Positioning himself, he began to slowly thrust his cock inside Charles. As he slid inside, Charles let out a long, breathy moan. He felt incredibly warm, and still wet from the generous amounts of lube. Surprisingly tight, Nathan felt Charles’ walls constrict around his cock, making Nathan curse in response.
Starting at an excruciatingly slow pace, Nathan began to thrust his hips inside of Charles, causing him to groan in frustration.
“You ah- ..don’t have to go easy on me, Nathan.” Charles whined.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Nathan muttered. Still going gently, he picked up the pace.
As Nathan rocked his hips to the steady drum of the waves, he felt as though he was engaged in a deep, sensual song. Fast enough to be fun, but juuuust slow enough to leave you desperate, begging for more. Beneath him, Charles stopped trying to rush him. He was melting into a puddle of pure ecstasy.
While Charles was quite used to going fast, his mind became numb at this pace. Even though Nathan refused to go fast, this was somehow much better. He felt each and every inch of Nathan crashing inside of him. Between this, and the low, roaring moans he heard from above, Charles could feel his own cock beginning to throb and twitch in pleasure. Precum glazed the tip, slowly dripping from the top. He was starting to get close, and needed release.
“N-Nathan… please… faster…” Charles muttered out. His moans were never screams of pleasure, yet small, airy whimpers and pleas. His desperation was addicting. Charles’ begging was enough to make Nathan quicken; he began to pound himself into Charles’ ass with increasing intensity.
Charles cried out in pleasure, muttering obscenities that even surprised Nathan.
“Fuck.. fuck… I- God I need more…” Charles moaned. His back arched and his toes curled, grasping for a surface. Nathan noticed him furiously gripping onto the towel, his knuckles beginning to whiten. Holding Charles by the hips, Nathan began to rattle his hips into Charles as fast and deep as he could, trying not to completely break him in the process.
Charles moaned, barely able to even speak. Losing the ability to even hold himself up, Charles planted his face into the towel, his arms outstretched in front of him. Nathan noticed him beginning to shake.
“N-Nathan.. I-... hhhh… I’m gonna cum..” Charles whimpered. Moaning loudly, Charles started to release himself on the towel, creating a wet, sticky puddle beneath him. While doing so, his body convulsed and curled with pleasure. Nathan, feeling the pressure around his cock tighten, also felt as though he was about to cum. With a final, deep thrust, Nathan let out a low growl and came inside Charles, warmth and wetness pooling between them. Slowly, he began to pull out, still dripping from the climax.
================================
Charles relaxed his body, laying on his side. Nathan joined him, practically collapsing onto the towel. Both of them glistened with sweat and salt, the air around them thick with the smells of sex and the nearby marsh. There was a tranquil beauty to it all, as Nathan and Charles looked into each other's eyes. Nathan’s sparked with a verdant hue, while Charles’ were sage. Their breath, hot and heavy, synced. Nathan let out a deep exhale.
“Th….Thank you for coming with me, Charles.” Nathan whispered.
“Ah….I should be the one thanking you, Nathan.” Charles replied.
Nathan smiled. Not a grin, but a small, genuine one. Charles smiled back.
“So, will we be returning to Mordhaus?” Charles quietly asked.
“No.” Nathan muttered. Even though Charles knew he had work to be done, none of it was on his mind now. All he could think of was the emerald eyes in front of him, how he wanted to touch his soft, beautiful face, and the slow, crashing waves that lulled them both to sleep.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~