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Tijuana sunrise | kinktober 2024 | day xxiv.: “don the beachcomber”

pairing: chuck schuldiner x jeff becerra

prompt: late night sex

word count: 4345

song: “cracked actor” by david bowie

(birthplace of the zombie!)

It was around midnight when Chuck woke up to feel Jeff’s body nestled up right next to him. At some point, the two of them had fallen asleep in the safety of a loft, away from the street and away from the grubby claws of Greywolf and his sex-obsessed minions, lest there were in fact anything like that coming for them. As far as either of them knew, they were on the list of a hungry wolf as well as the cops down below. But they had found shelter in a loft about three stories up, whereby they had only two rooms to themselves as well as a queen-sized bed and a full, panoramic view of the cityscape out before them. Clouds had filtered into the area, but Chuck could tell that the moon was out by the cold blue glow of the sky overhead.

It was cold enough that he had cuddled down next to Jeff, and he contemplated putting his arms around his waist just to better feel his warmth and the tenderness of his body. But instead, he sat upright next to him in the bed: fine coiled ringlets of dark curled hair dangled down over the crest of his shoulder, onto the top of his bare chest. He glanced back at the sleeping boy right next to him, and he sighed through his nose.

As he kept on looking at him, there was a big part of him that wanted to put his arms around his waist, not just to feel him but to put his hand down his shorts to feel him and fondle him down. Give him a good feeling as he was still sound asleep.

But he talked himself out of it, and he slid himself around on the top of the mattress. He swung his legs around over the edge of the mattress, and he rested his feet on the floor underneath the bed. Clouds covered the sky outside, but he could tell that the moon was about to break free from its protective cover.

He glanced down at the very tops of his thighs as well as the crotch of his underwear. Once again, he could feel the proverbial itch he couldn’t seem to scratch for himself, and it only added to the feeling that things ebbed and flowed around him with the rise of the moon. It felt as though he was hallucinating, and more so when he peered out of the big bay window before him. He beheld the faint neon light and the golden streetlights right outside of the rim of the balcony itself, and his head began spinning as a result.

He padded over to the door for a better view out there to the street below. All the while, his head seemed to fall back away from his body, as if he had a deep hole boring inside of his skull.

Chuck slid open the window, and he was met with the combined smell of alcohol and anise, as if Christmas was already upon them despite it being the middle of September. It took his still-asleep mind to realize that he was smelling mulled wine. Mulled wine in the middle of the night and before the fall was about to even start as well.

Jeff let out a noise that sounded akin to a floorboard creaking; Chuck peered back behind him to see him rolling over onto his back on the bed with one arm extended out right next to him. His eyes grew tired upon looking at the silhouette through the darkness, and yet he had absolutely no desire to go back to sleep at all.

Chuck cleared his throat, and then he returned his gaze to the street once again. He spotted a few women down below on the far side of the street, all of whom were wrapped in skimpy clothing and had cigarettes hanging out of their mouths. The sight of them there made him look back at Jeff again. A couple of male whores who roamed the streets when the wolves came on after them like the hunt for fresh blood.

There had to be a way to satisfy the man when they saw him again. That is, if Jeff highlighted him to Chuck, especially when Chuck himself had no idea as to what he looked like, other than he was a wolf of a man. The name itself, Greywolf, rang that out to him. A hungry ravenous wolf of a man who was out for his next kill, and the two of them were high up on the list.

“Zombie Parlor,” Jeff breathed out.

Chuck turned back around to see him still laying on his back there.

“Hm?” he called out to him.

Jeff cleared his throat and groaned out a little bit. In the dim light, Chuck could see that his eyes were cracked open and his tongue slithered out from his mouth like that of a dog. Jeff cleared his throat and rubbed his brow with his other hand.

“Dreaming about a zombie apocalypse,” he replied. Chuck rubbed his eyes so they could better adjust to the darkness of the loft; Jeff hoisted himself up onto his elbows, and his hair spread over his shoulders and down onto his chest, like the floppy soft ears of a cocker spaniel. The dim light filtering in from outside made his hair appear all the more golden.

“What time is it?” he asked him with a clearing of his throat.

“I don’t really know,” Chuck replied, and he ran his fingers through his curls: there was a piece of hair near the rim of his ear that seemed extra soft, almost silken, in comparison to the rest of his hair, which was coarse and even rough. He had a head full of rough, coarse curls, but there was that one piece that stayed soft. One part of his hair that remained soft, and he wished to keep it tucked away under the blanket of darkness over them. “It’s late, I know that much.”

Jeff groaned, and he swung one leg over the edge of the mattress. In the darkness, Chuck made out the sight of his crotch, bound by the snug fabric of his shorts. Slowly, he licked his bottom lip, and he lifted his gaze to Jeff’s head and shoulders, which were enswathed in shadow.

“I couldn’t sleep,” Chuck continued. “I just woke up and walked on over here and started looking outside.”

“That’s happened to me a number of times,” Jeff replied. “More often than not, it happens to me when I’m on the run like this or when I’m feeling something strong and deep.”

Chuck licked his lips again, and that time he could feel the thirst on the pad of his tongue. It was late at night, and they had gotten up on a whim, and nowhere in that loft was any pitcher of water to further wake them.

“Did you know that people are at their most honest in two settings,” Chuck told him; “when it’s late at night or when they’re drunk?”

“As a matter of fact, I did know that,” Jeff replied as he ran his fingers through his hair. He slid his other leg over the edge of the mattress, to which he frowned at Chuck. He moved closer to the light so the features on his face were further accentuated. “But something is on your mind right now, though. You didn’t just wake up in the middle of the night for no reason, like I woke up because I was having a weird dream. What did you wake up for besides the fact that you just couldn’t sleep?”

Chuck swallowed, and he wished for a glass of water right then, especially when he turned his body towards the door next to the window, the door that led out to the balcony itself and into the moonlight should the clouds break apart. He and Jeff had only spent a part of a night together, but a night together meant the secrets would have to come out at some point. The secrets would have to come forth even in the face of something that he was unfamiliar with. Maybe it was the middle of the night talking, but something had struck the fear of god into him right then. Something that brought him back to the reason why he had started all of this in the first place.

“My brother is watching over me right now,” Chuck confessed. “I can feel it. Some days, I can feel it more than others…” His voice trailed off, and he gazed back outside to the street below, to the three women looking for their night’s work in the face of cherries at the end of their cigarettes. He could feel something on his shoulder, and he turned his head again for a look at Jeff, who had reached up and rested a hand on his upper back: the feeling of his fingers was enough to send a charge up and down his spine like that of an electrical shock, the pull of a zipper and a skip of his heartbeat.

“I started my band because of him,” Chuck continued. “I do it all for him. His passing has helped me find a reason to live when everybody else seems to want to die.”

He stepped outside of the door there off to the side, and he was met with a bath of cool night air. The women down below were smoking, but he could not take a single whiff of the smoke, which meant that he and Jeff could sit out there and enjoy the night. Jeff meanwhile, opened the window all of the way, and he folded his arms over the sill as if he was taking an order from him at a restaurant.

“Going back to people being honest when it’s late or when they’re hammered,” he said; in the dim light, Chuck noticed him gesturing to the sky and the blanket of clouds overhead. “I got another one for you. When the moon is full.”

“We get the word ‘lunacy’ from that, after all,” Chuck added with a slight crooked smile. He folded his arms over the top of the railing for a view out to the street. Not a single bat or creature roamed about the sky despite the darkness and despite the fact that it wasn’t very cold outside, either.

“We have the trifecta, dare I say,” Jeff pointed out. “It’s after midnight, we’re both acting like we’ve had a couple, and if I remember correctly, there’s a big moon out tonight.”

“Just have to wait until the clouds move out of the way,” Chuck remarked. He peered up to the glowing spot on the clouds, which seemed to be thinning out a bit. He then turned his head for a look back at Jeff. “Speaking of a couple, are there any in the fridge in here?”

“I don’t think there is,” he confessed. “In fact, I don’t think there’s even a fridge in here, either. It’s just the basic loft with a sink and a bathroom.”

“Damn. What kind of loft or living quarters doesn’t even have a fucking kitchen?”

“This place,” Jeff cracked, and Chuck scoffed at that, but then he followed it up with a hearty laugh. The clouds thinned out more, but the moon still lingered back behind the veil. Chuck was about to lean back and have a seat below the railing, but then he could feel something on the seat of his shorts.

“Yeah… here we are…” Jeff muttered in a soft voice. Chuck glanced behind him, but he couldn’t see what he was doing.

Then he felt Jeff’s fingers flexing against his tender flesh. He returned his gaze to him right as the shadows crossed his face, and Jeff in fact resembled a demon straight out of the gutters down below their balcony, even with the curls collected around the crests of his shoulders like pockets of gold.

Silence fell over them. Silence save for the distant noise of the streets far away from them. Even the women down on the street never made a peep even for one second.

Jeff flexed his fingers once again over Chuck’s ass, but then Chuck responded with one hand on Jeff’s chest. He spread his fingers apart like the legs of a spider, and he could feel his heartbeat underneath his fingertips.

“What are you doing?” Jeff asked him, and he nearly breathed the words all the while. The clouds thinned out more, but still no peep of the moon.

“Chuck?”

Chuck then leaned into his face as if to kiss him, but he never did,

“I can’t remember if I told you that my nickname in the last couple of years has been ‘Evil Chuck,’” he said in a low, velvety voice.

“‘Evil Chuck?’” Jeff cracked him a mischievous little smile, and he tossed his long mousy locks back from the gentle crests of his shoulders. The clouds finally broke away, and the pearly moonlight cascaded down over their heads. The light softened Chuck’s skin and the diamond shape of his face, but his eyes seemed a lot deeper than before then, deeper and more of the windows into his mind and heart. The collar of his shirt hung down around the base of his collar bones, and his neck appeared a lot more toned and sinewy than before. Toned and much more kissable.

He rested the palm of his hand down flat, and he caressed Jeff’s chest. He kept the base of his palm close to his stomach, and he contemplated lifting up his shirt to show off more of his body to the cool night air all around them.

Jeff leaned in closer to him, and for a moment, there was the feeling that one would kiss the other to get things going in the dead of night.

“Evil Chuck… I’m Master Jeff,” he whispered into his shadowy face.

“Teach me the way of the fist, Master,” Chuck begged, and he linked his fingers with his as if they were about to escape one another.

“Only if you teach me the way of the zombie ritual,” Jeff whispered, and he leaned in closer to his face as if to coax a kiss out from him. “Bésame fuerte, tonto.”

Chuck licked his lips, and he leaned in closer to his face. Rather than kiss him, he ran the tip of his tongue along the side of his face like that of a snake. He then ran his tongue along the rim of his ear, which made Jeff’s back arch so much he nearly threw himself back onto the floor behind him. Chuck rested his hands upon Jeff’s thighs to steady him; through the moonlight, he could see the shadows over his eyes and prominent brow, the way that his face seemed to morph into something demonic like that of Dorian Grey.

Jeff moved forth a bit so the shadow crossed his face once again, and that time, a few locks of his smooth hair spread over his face and neck like the smoothest mane on a horse. He opened his eyes and looked on at Chuck, ensconced in shadow and the moonlight, the latter of which gave somewhat of a glow to the crown of his head. Chuck meanwhile, parted his lips and let his tongue hang out from his mouth like he carried his own cigarette. It helped that the red light across the street from them gave them just enough glow that he could picture himself with a bright cherry for him to take for himself.

He found himself somewhat out of breath at the sight of Jeff there before him.

“Who the hell gave you permission to be this goddamn hot?”

“Mí madre,” Jeff whispered, to which Chuck gaped at him. “And I should probably tell you… imagining you kiss me down every inch of my body is getting me all kinds of worked up.”

“Getting all kinds of worked up like the good boy you are?”

“Oh, tú lo sabes, mi malvado amo,” Jeff retorted, and he pressed against Chuck’s chest so he could lay down on the floor before him. They had a full view of the street down below, as well as the place across the street with the red neon lights. If anyone down below could even so much as give a quick glimpse up, whether it was the three women or any passersby who resorted to them for the night, they would see the two boys having a moment alone with the moon at their side.

“Hold still, and let my fingers do the talking,” Jeff commanded him in a low voice, so low that it seemed to come in on the back of the moonlight and into the depths of the earth beneath them.

Chuck lay down on his back on the floor of the balcony before Jeff, with his hair spread out from around the crown of his head and his hands rested down on the floor with his fingers curled and his wrists relaxed. Jeff meanwhile, suspended himself over his slender body in a push-up position: with his free hand, he nudged a lock of curled hair back from Chuck’s brow so he could look into his eyes, now fully illuminated by the sweep of the moonlight.

He lifted up Chuck’s shirt to expose his chest and stomach, and he took the chance to kiss him from the middle of his chest all the way down to the delicate skin of his slender smooth belly. Chuck gasped from the feeling, to which he then followed it up with a soft, euphoric groan.

Jeff’s tongue slithered around the rim of his belly button, and all the while, he reached up and ran the tips of his fingers around Chuck’s nipples. He gasped and groaned again, and then he reached up to his curls and ran his fingers through the roots at the crown of his head.

He braced himself for what came next, but he couldn’t feel anything other then Jeff’s fingers down against his ribcage and the sides of his slim belly. Down his skin onto the crests of his hipbones.

He closed his eyes. Then he could feel Jeff’s fingers around the shaft of his dick, a sweet caress that made him think of kneading dough. Chuck gasped, and he followed it up with a light moan from the back of his throat. Late at night and out in the open with nothing more than a three foot wall next to them to separate them, and even there, there was a slit in the bottom of the wall, so they did not have complete privacy all the way.

Jeff poked and stroked him as if he was made of clay. His fingers made their way to the tip, to the head and the hole there, and he dragged the fine edges of his nails down the inside towards his nuts and the space of delicate skin in between. Chuck gasped again, and that time he followed it up with a heave of his chest. He arched his back as Jeff tickled his nuts.

There was a part of him that wanted to roll over onto his stomach just so Jeff could fondle his ass and shove a finger right square into his prostate, but before he could suggest it, he could feel it. The velvet pad of Jeff’s tongue against his skin.

His tongue made its way up the inside of his shaft towards the head. He slithered it all around the head, towards the hole as if he was performing it on a cucumber that was firming up and growing ripe with each and every second.

Chuck’s back arched again, but that time, Jeff rested a hand on his stomach to keep him steady. Both boys were breathing hard from the feeling, but more so Chuck. His chest heaved more and more, and especially as Jeff opened his mouth and took a full breath of his dick. No sooner had he engulfed it with the full sweep of his mouth when Chuck could feel himself firming up even more.

His stomach rose and fell in quick succession. Jeff dropped his head closer to Chuck’s body, and he coughed.

Chuck closed his eyes. All he could think about was how Jeff was deepthroating him.

Jeff was deepthroating him, and the tips of his smooth hair brushed against Chuck’s skin just to further the feeling. Chuck’s body shuddered, and he could feel the pearls oozing out from the tip into Jeff’s mouth and throat. He could hear him swallowing it down as if he was drinking water.

He had been craving a drink of water up to that point.

Chuck gasped again, and he rolled his head over the floor of the balcony. Though he had already come, Jeff was still suckling on him, and hard as well. He clutched onto Chuck’s thighs to hold them both steady.

Chuck breathed hard, and he swore that he hadn’t had it in him, but he knew that he did. He knew that he did when Jeff fondled his nuts with one hand. He held him steady with one hand, fondled him down with the other, and he kept his lips around Chuck’s dick.

It was too much to handle. Too much to think about in one fell swoop. Too much to take in one dose. But he was taking it, and he was taking it in stride.

The fondles. The swipe of the tongue. The fact that it felt as though Jeff was branding him. For a good long moment, he completely forgot that Greywolf was coming after Jeff. In fact, it never crossed his mind for a minute.

Chuck arched his back again, that time despite the fact that Jeff was pinning him down all with one hand.

It was as if he had dug himself a hole to help build the mountain again, and Jeff had helped him. The progenitors of death metal, and now they were about to have the biggest climax known to man, the kind that would make the Bible thumpers completely shit their pants should they ever find out that they were in fact dancing with the devil right then, and with the moon at their backs as well.

Chuck pursed his lips, and then he let out a sound that resembled to a balloon deflating. Breathing hard, he tried to steady himself. It was useless.

He was going to come a second time, and even harder that time around. He lifted his head and let out a low guttural growl that sounded like one straight out from Death’s first record. Jeff finally let go of his dick, complete with a hard cough and a spit behind him.

“Fuck…” Chuck groaned out, and he let out a hearty bout of laughter.

“I wasn’t going to stop until my jaw got numb,” Jeff confessed with a cough, followed by a clearing of his throat. Chuck rolled over onto his side, out of breath. But he lifted his head for a better look down at him and the way that Jeff’s head was still accentuated by the moonlight. The feeling of lunacy surged through him like a hot underground fire, one that wanted revenge for that, for that hard suckling, even after he had come twice for him and his greedy nature.

Chuck wiped his mouth and picked himself up from the floor of the balcony. He lunged for Jeff, who then held back against the floor itself, down on the seat of his shorts with his legs wide open. But he realized that Jeff had taken off his shorts, and he exposed his bare legs and dick to him.

“Roll over,” Chuck ordered him. Reluctantly, Jeff rolled over onto his hands and knees, and he stuck his bare ass straight up in the air. Chuck caressed his nude skin with both hands: his skin seemed to shine under the moonlight, as if he was looking at a pair of thick pearls the size of two grapefruits. He cradled them with both hands, and he stuck his dick right in between them. His dick throbbed from the double blowjob, but he had to finish the job, especially after that.

He could feel his dick growing numb with each hard thrust, but he was more adept to making Jeff come instead. And apparently, that was going to be quite easy as his elbows buckled and he breathed harder with every strike, every thrust, every feeling that surrounded him.

He barred his teeth and threw his hair back. Chuck could see his tongue hanging out like that of a dirty dog, and he thrust extra hard that time. Jeff’s elbows gave out, and he fell face down into the floor of the balcony for a second. He then picked himself back up again, right as Chuck took his still erect dick out from his bare ass.

Panting, Jeff ran his fingers through his hair, and he peered back at Chuck. The two of them burst out laughing, and Chuck put his arms around him from behind.

“God, my ass is going to be so sore,” Jeff confessed to him in a broken voice.

“Your ass and my dick,” Chuck said right into his ear, and that time he kissed him on the side of the face. “It’s so late. And it’s getting cloudy again.”

“That it is,” Jeff replied with a nudge of hair behind his ear. “It’s late and we have a bastard wolf man out for us. Well, out for me to be specific.” The two of them picked themselves up, and they padded back into the safety of their loft, to which Jeff closed the door behind them.

They kept the window open, however, and they would be treated to the cool morning air come the sunrise.

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