Metalocalypse Drabble Challenge #5
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dethoratsPrompt: Rough
Pairing: Nathan and Toki
There was an ache in his temples; a subdued thudding that heralded a hangover not fully born. He didn’t want to open his eyes but there was a weight on his chest, pinning his thighs, and something rough, abrasive and scratchier than a cat’s tongue, rubbing against his cheek and threatening to scrape him raw. Nathan grumbled, a low sound that vibrated up through his lungs, rattled his rib cage, and shivered into the warm thing resting atop his bare skin.
“Oh, so yous IS awake.”
A whisper of words, air tickling his earlobe after a burning slide of motion over his jaw. Toki. The front man grunted and grudgingly opened a single, bloodshot green eye. His bleary gaze met the far too bright and alert attention of the Norwegian’s own icy blues, slipped lower and got caught on the chestnut spikes gracing the younger man’s face. The rhythm guitarist tilted his head, soft end of his fu manchu tickling at Nathan’s upper lip. Amazing how the grown-out hairs could be so silky, such a contrast to the prickly stubble coating the rest of his face. Toki hadn’t bothered to shave in two days and it made him look older, less like the bear-toting, model-building, candy-chomping kid he often liked to be.
“What…do you…want?”
It was hard to talk with sleep still trying to pull him back into its dark embrace and his mouth felt dry and his breath was rancid enough to reach his nose. Toki didn’t seem to care, moving his body lower and kissing him. His tongue was insistent, demanding against Nathan’s lips, and the singer rumbled again and finally let him in. If Toki wanted to lap at him before he brushed his teeth that was the Norwegian’s choice. Beat losing a layer of skin to the guy’s sandpaper face anyway. Warm and constant and lulling, Nathan didn’t even notice as the guitarist’s hips began to match the ebb and flow rhythm of his tongue. He was halfway back in blessed unconsciousness when Toki finally broke away to murmur again in his ear.
“Yous. I wants you.”
Oh yeah, he’d asked a question and the brunette had finally gotten around to answering it. But if Toki was trying to get laid, he’d have to go elsewhere because Nathan was too…oh. Never mind. The lead singer did more than just let sound vibrate out of him when a calloused hand closed around the hard on he hadn’t even noticed. He growled and slitted both eyes, trying to muster up a glare and failing because Toki ran his thumb just so around the flared head of his erection. Damn Scandinavians had gotten too good at sneaking up on him, disarming him before he could dole out some punishment and kick their asses out.
“…Fine. But you’re gonna hafta do the work.”
That got a grin and then snug heat that brought him to full wakefulness. Toki rode him into the mattress and his hangover never stood a chance.
Pairing: Nathan and Toki
There was an ache in his temples; a subdued thudding that heralded a hangover not fully born. He didn’t want to open his eyes but there was a weight on his chest, pinning his thighs, and something rough, abrasive and scratchier than a cat’s tongue, rubbing against his cheek and threatening to scrape him raw. Nathan grumbled, a low sound that vibrated up through his lungs, rattled his rib cage, and shivered into the warm thing resting atop his bare skin.
“Oh, so yous IS awake.”
A whisper of words, air tickling his earlobe after a burning slide of motion over his jaw. Toki. The front man grunted and grudgingly opened a single, bloodshot green eye. His bleary gaze met the far too bright and alert attention of the Norwegian’s own icy blues, slipped lower and got caught on the chestnut spikes gracing the younger man’s face. The rhythm guitarist tilted his head, soft end of his fu manchu tickling at Nathan’s upper lip. Amazing how the grown-out hairs could be so silky, such a contrast to the prickly stubble coating the rest of his face. Toki hadn’t bothered to shave in two days and it made him look older, less like the bear-toting, model-building, candy-chomping kid he often liked to be.
“What…do you…want?”
It was hard to talk with sleep still trying to pull him back into its dark embrace and his mouth felt dry and his breath was rancid enough to reach his nose. Toki didn’t seem to care, moving his body lower and kissing him. His tongue was insistent, demanding against Nathan’s lips, and the singer rumbled again and finally let him in. If Toki wanted to lap at him before he brushed his teeth that was the Norwegian’s choice. Beat losing a layer of skin to the guy’s sandpaper face anyway. Warm and constant and lulling, Nathan didn’t even notice as the guitarist’s hips began to match the ebb and flow rhythm of his tongue. He was halfway back in blessed unconsciousness when Toki finally broke away to murmur again in his ear.
“Yous. I wants you.”
Oh yeah, he’d asked a question and the brunette had finally gotten around to answering it. But if Toki was trying to get laid, he’d have to go elsewhere because Nathan was too…oh. Never mind. The lead singer did more than just let sound vibrate out of him when a calloused hand closed around the hard on he hadn’t even noticed. He growled and slitted both eyes, trying to muster up a glare and failing because Toki ran his thumb just so around the flared head of his erection. Damn Scandinavians had gotten too good at sneaking up on him, disarming him before he could dole out some punishment and kick their asses out.
“…Fine. But you’re gonna hafta do the work.”
That got a grin and then snug heat that brought him to full wakefulness. Toki rode him into the mattress and his hangover never stood a chance.
