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An Epic Tale of Whiskey, Bourbon, and Handjobs; Dave/Cliff, NC-17, songfic. Toes the line between Metallica and non-Metallica.
Topic Started: June 24, 2011, 8:00 pm (659 Views)
youthanasia
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With a well-placed kick, the wooden door swung open. The lock was obliterated by the force, but neither man cared too much. They were beyond wasted, they were having a good time, and it's not like they had anything worth stealing anyway. Well, they had lots of booze, but they'd consume it all before the night was done.

The two walked into the cluttered room with arms around each others' shoulders. They laughed at the mess before them as they took turns swigging cheap whiskey. How could they possibly care about the empty beer bottles when there were more full ones in the fridge? Dave cleared a bit of a path with the same foot he'd used to open the door, walked to a shelf carrying a stereo, and put some Sabbath on. It was too loud for 2am, but neither of them could give less of a shit.

He walked back unsteadily to make sure the door would at least close correctly, and as he stumbled back toward the living room, he tripped and fell, taking Cliff down with him. They both laughed again.

Cliff, having fallen on top of Dave, used Dave's vulnerable position to his advantage. While straddling him, he drank the rest of the whiskey. Dave's outrage nearly made him spit it out with laughter. He got up with wobbly legs and made it about two steps forward before losing his footing, stumbling into the door, and sliding down into a sitting position. “I need more booze!”

“Fuck yourself!” Dave shouted, face down into the floor. He pushed himself up and began crawling to the fridge to get some more libations.

Before he could reach the refrigerator door, Cliff tackled him. Cliff was not about to let the last drops of alcohol get away from him.

“You're a fuck, you know?” Cliff smiled at his bandmate's protests as he reached into the fridge and pulled out a large bottle of bourbon. He stood up from Dave, who was still in a slight daze, and drank from the bottle. He leaned down to taunt Dave by waving it in his face, lost his balance, and collapsed against the fridge, spilling bourbon onto the both of them.

Dave sat upright and tried to grab the bourbon out of Cliff's hand. Cliff laughed and snatched it away, and Dave's limp arm draped across his body. “Fight me for it,” he said, chuckling as he took another swig.

Dave picked himself up again and threw his arm in the general direction of the bourbon again. This time, he nicked the bottle and knocked some of its contents onto the floor. Cliff scrambled away and Dave climbed on top of him to reach for the bottle again, to no avail. Cliff was having way too much fun with this.

Cliff didn't dare take another swig, for fear of accidentally relinquishing control of the bottle. At this point, he was much less interested in the bourbon itself than the game of keep-away. Seeing a patch of exposed skin between the bottom of his t-shirt and the top of his jeans, Dave began tickling Cliff's sides. Being the violently ticklish person he was, he immediately scrunched together his whole body, inadvertently smacking Dave in the side of the head with the bottle. He immediately sat up, concerned, and put his hand on his friend's shoulder.

“Shit, are you okay?” Cliff instinctively cleared Dave's long, red locks away from his face. The area to the side of his eye was noticeably red. “Shit, shit, shit...” He peered at him, hand still on the side of his face.

“Yeah, I'm fine,” Dave stammered, his eyes still lowered. He blinked a couple of times and looked up at Cliff after a brief moment. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you wanna kiss me.” Dave hiccupped.

Suddenly aware that his hand was still on Dave's face, Cliff yanked it away. “Uh, what are you talking about?”

“You wanna kiiiiiss me,” Dave laughed.

“Whatever.” Cliff rolled his eyes as he sat the bottle of bourbon in Dave's lap. He rested against the fridge as Dave continued sneering at him.

“Deny it all you want!” Dave's word dissolved together like soup. Cliff turned his head toward him. They bumped noses hard as Dave's lips crashed into his.

“Hey, what the hell?”

“You liiiiiked it!” Dave took an unnaturally long drag from the bottle and giggled.

“You're too drunk, gimme that.” Cliff took the bottle back and drank down another swig to wash away the nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach. Someone had to be the responsible one, right?

Dave made a walking motion up Cliff's thigh with his index and middle fingers. “YOU'RE not drunk ENOUGH.” His words seemed unusually clear this time. His fingers stopped when they reached Cliff's hip and he rested his hand at the top of his thigh. Cliff took another swig and looked over at him with a heavy sigh.

“Why're you doing this to me?”

Dave moved his hand up so that it rested on Cliff's lower back, under his t-shirt. “Because I wanna.”

Their lips met again, and short and sweet kisses were exchanged between them. Cliff pulled away slightly when Dave palmed his crotch.

“D-did it occur to you that I don't wanna?”

He paused briefly. “No?” Fair enough, Cliff thought as Dave continued peppering the sides of his neck with kisses and bites. Dave felt the vibration of a quiet moan beneath his lips, and he reached over to grab the other side of Cliff's waist.

They kissed so sloppily, with way too much tongue and formless lips, but they couldn't help themselves and they didn't care. Each one tasted of whiskey, cigarettes and sweat. Cliff stuck his fingers through Dave's belt loops and pulled him on top of him, never breaking the long unruly kiss. They stripped each other of sweaty t-shirts in no time, and ran curious hands all over each others' bodies. There was no pattern to their ministrations; they touched and caressed and groped exactly as it occurred to their drunken minds.

Dave pulled Cliff down on top of him, hitting his head on the floor hard enough to make a sound but not seeming to notice. They continued searching one another, fondling and kissing, practically slobbering over one another. Cliff unbuttoned his own jeans and kicked them off before unbuttoning and removing Dave's. After a while they almost felt like they were just going through the motions, touching each other simply because they were there, not passionately like earlier in the night. They rolled so that they were on their sides, facing each other as they half-heartedly rubbed each others' cocks through the slits in their briefs. Their minds were willing, but the alcohol was much too strong.

Before long (or so it seemed), it was morning, and the harsh sunlight shone on their sleeping, mostly nude bodies. Cliff was the first to awaken; when he opened his eyes, he still had one hand wrapped loosely around Dave's cock and the other draped over his waist. He barely remembered the night before, but somehow he still wasn't surprised. He saw it coming from a mile away, especially after they started hanging out separately from the rest of the band. He might have been a bassist, but he wasn't stupid. Still, he was at a loss for what to do. He slowly began stroking, waiting for any sign of life.

Dave opened one eye and to his surprise, Cliff was the one in front of him. He quickly closed his eye again, not sure whether or not he should let himself enjoy it, whether or not he should reciprocate. Of course his hand was already in position, so did he really have a choice? Eventually he knew he'd have to face him, so he stopped pretending to be asleep.

Noticing suddenly that one side of his hair was matted with whiskey, Dave asked, “Do you want to go to the couch or something?” The gravelly tone of his voice startled Cliff.

“Uh, sure.” His own voice wasn't quite smooth either, and he cleared his throat.

They both stood up, sore from having slept until noon on a linoleum floor. The sun seemed to sear their retinas, and Cliff pulled down the shades to shield them from the harsh brightness. They sat next to each other, acutely aware of their senses but still somewhat groggy and hungover.

Dave kissed Cliff again, and this time they felt all the butterflies that a forbidden first kiss should bring. They were much more controlled and quiet, and as they wrapped their arms around one another, they felt heat rise between them. After a while, they were fully awake, alert, and erect, and Cliff pulled Dave down on top of him as he laid back on the couch.

Without hesitation, they both removed each others' briefs. “The lock is fucked, isn't it?” Dave grumbled, vaguely recalling that he'd kicked it to smithereens. “Well, we'll have to make this quick then.” Cliff looked at the door and nodded in agreement.

Dave retrieved a small container of lube from between the couch cushions and squeezed some of it onto his fingers. Cliff flinched as he pushed a finger inside, and he thought he might come on the spot.

Imagine you were at my station
And you brought your motor to me
You're a burner, yeah, a real motor car


One finger became two, then three, and Dave was aching to enter himself. He poured a dollop of lube onto the tip of his cock and jerked himself off a bit to spread it out. Cliff grabbed onto his hips to pull him in closer; a wave of pleasure, pain, and relief washed over them both as Dave finally made it in. They paused for a second, both breathing hard, neither quite ready for the next step.

Pumping just won't do
You know, luckily for you


Cliff let out a soft moan as Dave pushed further, until he was all the way in. “Fuck.” He was careful not to touch himself; he wanted to savor the moment just a little, and any added stimuli meant an end to the fun. Dave leaned down and kissed him. Morning breath and hard liquor aftertaste were of no consequence to either of them. They'd been waiting for this for a long time.

We were shifting hard when we took off
Put tonight all four on the floor
When we hit top end, you know, it feels so slow


He grabbed a handful of Cliff's hair and pulled gently as his thrusting pace quickened. They continued kissing even though both their mouths were mostly dry. Cliff scratched down Dave's back with blunt, calloused fingertips. Dave bit Cliff's bottom lip. They pawed at each other feverishly, and they knew they wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer.

I'm giving you my room service
And you know it's more than enough
Oh one more time, you know I'm in love


Dave pulled out as he felt the tension come to a head, and finished himself off with a full-body shudder. Cliff was soon to follow, and his whole body went limp as he ejaculated. For a few moments, they just stayed there, trying to catch their breath. When they looked at each other, they felt almost ashamed.

Cliff cleared some sweaty locks of hair from his face. “We can't tell anyone we did this,” he whispered, even though no one but Dave was there to hear him.

“Especially not James.”

“ESPECIALLY not James!” Cliff smiled, but there was an uneasiness about it

An awkward silence followed, so they both sat up. Cliff peered at Dave again, who was lost in thought and maybe worry. He turned Dave's face toward him and kissed him. “Don't worry, I can keep a secret.”

“This band is the best thing that's ever happened to me. I just don't want to get kicked out over this.”

“You won't. Just keep your mouth shut and we'll both be fine.” Cliff put his arm around Dave and smiled again.

Dave smirked. “Let's do this again sometime.”

“Sure thing.”

Somehow they knew they could trust each other, and they were much less nervous about it than they had been. Sunday was rehearsal day and they knew they'd have to face the band, but they'd make it through without too much awkwardness and the rest of them would never have to know. For now though, all that mattered was getting clean and walking off the rest of the hangover. After a much-too-long shower, they kissed goodbye and parted ways, knowing they'd arrive at the same destination soon and relishing in their new little secret.
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Isis
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A Cliff/Dave story! Rare pairing to see in Metslash, and I'm happy to see it again represented in the fandom. Good story hon! Great drunk dynamic between Cliff and Dave, and I like how you wrote the sex too. The lyrics worked with the story as well. I haven't seen a songfic in forever...

Gotta say, thanks for this! Really! :D It was a good (hot) story to read while I'm bored at work, haha. :heart:
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youthanasia
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Thanks, it was an idea I'd been sitting on for a while, and after much deliberation I decided to post it here :D
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youthanasia
June 24, 2011, 8:22 pm
Thanks, it was an idea I'd been sitting on for a while, and after much deliberation I decided to post it here :D
Glad you did! Welcome to the forums and I hope you like it here. What is your name? I'm Trinny!
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namenlos
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Very interesting! I liked it! :) But how did you post it directly to the "Finished Fictions"? I din't know you could do that! Weird! :lol:
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youthanasia
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Haha, I can thank Trinnyallica for the very quick turnaround time :biggrin
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Isis
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Yeah I'm here all the time, I guess I have no life. :lol:
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Jik Hyun
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it was cute. is nice to see a cliff fic. he is still and forever missed.
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The Cosmic Gerbil
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A Dave and Cliff story! With a happy ending :nanner: :nanner: :nanner: :nanner: :nanner:

So awesome :biggrin :cool :nanner: :D

LOL, I couldn't do the first post...it said I had too many emoicons. (Max number allowed 15) :lol:
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Whoops, sorry for the late response, but thanks so much to Jik Hyun and Cosmic Gerbil for the feedback :) Maybe I should tease out my next one into a multi-parter so that more will send feedback my way... :biggrin
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