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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Metalocalypse, Hedwig_and_the_Angry_Inch_(2001)
  Relationship:
      Nathan_Explosion/Charles_Foster_Offdensen
  Character:
      Charles_Foster_Offdensen, Nathan_Explosion
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, AU
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-11-16 Words: 1195
****** What, Like, Recreation? ******
by Dogtagsandsmut
Summary
     This was inspired by a scene in Hedwig and the Angry Inch. So was the
     title.
Nathan grunted, and submerged himself fully in the water. This sucked. He was
too old for a baby sitter, having just had his 15th birthday, but he'd told his
parents that he would under no circumstances watch his little sister, so they
brought in a babysitter, a lithe young college student with a love of numbers
and no tolerance for slacking, and if the baby sitter was home, and Nathan was
home, Nathan had a baby sitter. The boy was such a hardass. Nathan's father had
hired the older boy specifically for that reason. All Nathan ever wanted to do
was sing into his karaoke machine, pushing his vocal cords to their limit. .
.lower. . .no lower. But his baby sitter was all business.
"Have you finished your homework, Nathan?"
He ignored the question hollered from the next room over, where Charlie sat
with Nathan's little sister. The message was garbled through the full bathtub
of water, but he didn't need to know the words. It was the same, every night.
He instead let his hand drift across his stomach, somewhat clumsy with lack of
experience.
"Naaaaaa-than!" Nathan ran out of breath and emerged from the water, gasping a
little for air as his hand drifted further down his belly.
"What?!" He half-choked out, coughing slightly.
"Have you finished your homework?"
"Jesus age, YES, it's DONE for fuck's sake."
"I heard that!"
"So tell my dad!" And with that, Nathan turned his attention to the task at
hand. He was half-hard anyway--the sensual wrap of water on his dick always did
that to him. He stretched out fully in the claw-footed tub, taking his semi in
hand. He experimented for a moment, running his hand up and down the length,
testing the girth, feeling the heat even through the water. He played with his
tip a little, feeling slightly self-conscious.
Nathan wasn't sure of much. He tended to go through life dealing with problems
as they came, rather than planning ahead or worrying. He wasn't sure of much,
but he was sure of several things: for one, he knew there was darkness in him.
After the incident at his school, the teachers watched him more closely. What
kind of child sits quietly in the principle's office, covered in another
child's blood? And doesn't flinch?
Yes, he knew there was darkness in him. It clawed its way out of his throat
every time Nathan was alone with his Tiny Tikes microphone. Nathan was also
sure that one day, he'd use his size and his darkness to do something big,
excusing the pun. He wasn't sure if that was wrestling, or football. Or, maybe
music. . .maybe. . . He knew he'd be good at knocking people over, either way.
Nathan was also sure that he enjoyed cock. Especially his own, and probably
others. He loved to roll his thick length around in his hands, feeling its
weight and temperature. He would stroke it and play with it, pushing the
foreskin around, sometimes wishing he had two pricks to compare techniques. He
was pretty sure playing with his dick was his favorite activity, and only
imagined that the same would be said when he was finally allowed to play with
other dudes' members.
He continued to stroke, still feeling out what he really liked and what was
just so-so. Tuning everything out but the feel of his wet hair stuck to his
chest and his hand wrapped around his dick, he let himself fully relax. He
glanced over at the hallway. Empty. He was safe for now. He began dragging his
hand up and down the length of the shaft, fingering the long thick vein that
ran along the underside of his cock. He glanced over again. Coast was still
clear. He stroked faster, squeezing the base of his prick to forestall the
inevitable.
Nathan heard footsteps coming up the the hallway, and he wished for a moment
that he had closed the bathroom door, but Charlie always gave Nathan his
privacy, so he stopped stroking and waited for the other boy to pass by. Sure
enough, Charlie, baby in arms, walked past with quiet footsteps. After he was
out of sight, Nathan began quietly stroking himself again, careful not to
agitate the water. He heard Charlie changing Natalie's diaper in the third
bedroom, and tuned the smell of dirty sprog poop out. He rubbed harder, digging
his nails in a little and rolling his eyes back in his head. He'd seen that
once, in a porno. It had been a good luck for the actor in question, so Nathan
had made it his game face.
Steps coming back up the hallway. This time Charles walked past the open door,
did a double take, and backed up, pausing with one hand on the door frame.
Charles stared at Nathan, and slowly laid the baby down on the bathroom tile.
She kicked a little but otherwise didn't fuss. Charles stepped over her with a
dainty leg. Nathan stared at him as the older boy walked over to the tub, hand
still firmly clamping his hard-on. Charles, not even really looking at Nathan
now, slowly squatted, lowering his hand into the water and encircling Nathan's
dick with his long pianist's fingers. Those elegant digits began moving over
the head of younger boy's dick and his eyes rolled into his head for real. It
was amazing. Charlie's fingers danced across Nathan's skin, squeezing and
jerking and wringing with just the right amount of pressure and force. Nathan
began gasping and breathing heavy, and Charles only sped up the movement of his
hand. Over the tip, now back down, now to the sack, and a stroke and a squeeze
and a rubbing sensation. Nathan felt his balls tighten, contracting muscles in
his groin as they began to rise. The feeling washed up into his pelvic region
before flooding down his dick and he began to jerk, and whimper, and grimace
into that talented little fist. He felt the concentrated heat in the base of
his prick begin to gather, and then there was a squeezing sensation, and he was
coming into the water, off-white ribbons dancing out from the head of his cock.
His whole body was aflame, and he felt as though the air had been sucked from
his lungs. His thighs quivered as he finished off, one last squirt that didn't
seem to want to leave the head of his prick. He'd never come that hard in his
life, never seen the red of his eyelids with such clarity or felt his whole
body tingle before. His head swum.
He looked back up at Charles, who was already rising, still not all that
focused on him. The older boy drew a white business card from his blouse before
turning and without looking, flicking the card into the bathwater. It landed
face up amongst the floating white masses, but Charlie was already picking the
baby up off the floor and walking away, his schoolgirl's skirt fluttering up
behind him.
Nathan sunk back into the tub with a heavy sigh. He picked up the card:
"Charles Foster Ofdensen. Band Manager for hire."
 
 
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