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Metalocalypse Challenge #44
Prompt: In Drag
Pairing: Charles and Pickles.
“Indulge me.” The two words were hot, whispered into Pickles’ ear, and the drummer sighed and snuggled back against the body he was curled against on the couch in front of the tv.
“Ya know, Chief, I shood know better by now but when ya put it like that…” A warm hand stroked down his arm, settled around his waist. Pickles grinned, tilted his head back to look up at Charles’ face. “Want it bad, huh? Alright, so long’s I like it in the end.”
…….
It took Charles three days to track down everything and another five for shipping but he soon had what he wanted. The items were waiting, along with Charles, when Pickles came back to his room after another frustrating and abortive recording session. Drugs, or at least some booze, would have been very nice to have in his system as Pickles eyed first the clothing, and then the man, sitting on his bed.
The wardrobe was straight out of the 1980s but it hadn’t come from Pickles’ closet. It looked instead like something from Lita Ford’s or Doro’s or from one of Snakes ‘N’ Barrels’ many groupies. Green calf boots with stiletto heels, black fishnets, a miniskirt that looked like it had been made of tree python, and a tiny yet filmy black top that had only a single shoulder strap: it was a style Pickles had worn himself, only he’d had pants and the fishnets went beneath the shirt.
“Chuck?” This was…a little beyond what Pickles had been anticipating.
But Charles only smiled as he handed over the fishnets. “Indulge me,” he said again, and Pickles, feeling all the while like a very balding and middle-aged fool, slipped out of his worn jeans.
He made Charles wait as he spirited the clothing into his bathroom, one be-ringed eyebrow rising along with some of his enthusiasm as he realized the fishnets were crotchless. The only struggle came with the miniskirt, which slid easily over his hips but put up more of a fight around the slight beer paunch that had replaced his youthful muscles. He had just sat down to apply some essential touches Charles had neglected when the man in question opened the door.
Firm heat pulsed against Pickles’ spine as Charles pressed close, and the drummer grinned at the glint in the manager’s eyes as he carefully wielded the mascara wand. Charles waited until Pickles was finished and then hauled him upright, drinking in the sight that, despite the comb-over, was still as alluring as ever.
“I knew it,” he murmured, hands reaching down to cup Pickles’ ass before sliding even lower to edge the skirt up.
“Knew what, Chief?”
“That,” and Charles urged Pickles to lean forward against the make-up table, kicking the stool between them out of the way, “you had the best ass of the decade no matter what it was covered by.”
“You,” he added, as he undid his belt and took the lube Pickles proffered him, “still do.”
Pairing: Charles and Pickles.
“Indulge me.” The two words were hot, whispered into Pickles’ ear, and the drummer sighed and snuggled back against the body he was curled against on the couch in front of the tv.
“Ya know, Chief, I shood know better by now but when ya put it like that…” A warm hand stroked down his arm, settled around his waist. Pickles grinned, tilted his head back to look up at Charles’ face. “Want it bad, huh? Alright, so long’s I like it in the end.”
…….
It took Charles three days to track down everything and another five for shipping but he soon had what he wanted. The items were waiting, along with Charles, when Pickles came back to his room after another frustrating and abortive recording session. Drugs, or at least some booze, would have been very nice to have in his system as Pickles eyed first the clothing, and then the man, sitting on his bed.
The wardrobe was straight out of the 1980s but it hadn’t come from Pickles’ closet. It looked instead like something from Lita Ford’s or Doro’s or from one of Snakes ‘N’ Barrels’ many groupies. Green calf boots with stiletto heels, black fishnets, a miniskirt that looked like it had been made of tree python, and a tiny yet filmy black top that had only a single shoulder strap: it was a style Pickles had worn himself, only he’d had pants and the fishnets went beneath the shirt.
“Chuck?” This was…a little beyond what Pickles had been anticipating.
But Charles only smiled as he handed over the fishnets. “Indulge me,” he said again, and Pickles, feeling all the while like a very balding and middle-aged fool, slipped out of his worn jeans.
He made Charles wait as he spirited the clothing into his bathroom, one be-ringed eyebrow rising along with some of his enthusiasm as he realized the fishnets were crotchless. The only struggle came with the miniskirt, which slid easily over his hips but put up more of a fight around the slight beer paunch that had replaced his youthful muscles. He had just sat down to apply some essential touches Charles had neglected when the man in question opened the door.
Firm heat pulsed against Pickles’ spine as Charles pressed close, and the drummer grinned at the glint in the manager’s eyes as he carefully wielded the mascara wand. Charles waited until Pickles was finished and then hauled him upright, drinking in the sight that, despite the comb-over, was still as alluring as ever.
“I knew it,” he murmured, hands reaching down to cup Pickles’ ass before sliding even lower to edge the skirt up.
“Knew what, Chief?”
“That,” and Charles urged Pickles to lean forward against the make-up table, kicking the stool between them out of the way, “you had the best ass of the decade no matter what it was covered by.”
“You,” he added, as he undid his belt and took the lube Pickles proffered him, “still do.”
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So... yeah, I'll be over here. Dying. With love for you.
Pleather miniskirt. Fishnets. EM HOW ARE YOU SO AWESOME WHAT IS THIS I DON'T EVEN-
::goes back to drooling::
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Birthday gift? Isn't it a little early? Seriously, if you want birthday ficcage, I will try for something a little better than that. You can make a request, even. XD There's always room for more Nathan and Bunny!Toki for instance, or for whatever else might strike your metal fancy.
Speaking of requests, getting back to mine, I have a prompt for you! Either 'Caught in a mosh' for whatever character/pairing you want with the kink being violence, or else 'Acid Rock' for Shanks and Ben with the kink (I feel like there was a kink involved in this meme, if I'm wrong, ignore it) being either sex while under the influence or else slow sex.