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Bikini Season; Klars. "You should be a bit more...naked."
Topic Started: July 4, 2011, 8:39 pm (1,261 Views)
the-fifth-horseman
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Hey, y'all! Alright, so here's part two. I was going to add it on to the first part as a second chapter, but I figured I might as well make a little series about their sexual endeavors instead, considering the fact that the ice cream title wouldn't pertain to the rest of the parts. Also, that way, one can read them individually from each other without feeling obligated to read them all. And anyways, this is more fun. :P So enjoy, guys!

P.S. - Read part one here if you want some more slashy, summery goodness.




It was one of those lazy Saturdays; the long, slow kind where one just can't find the motivation or the time to do anything productive. It was sweltering out, hitting an all-time high for July temperatures all along the coast, and bearing the heat was miserable at best. So Lars and Kirk spent it doing the only thing they found they had the energy to do: absolutely nothing at all.

The sun was blistering hot as it blared down on Lars' upturned face. He could feel it burn his skin and bring him to a simmer as he laid spreadeagled on a chaise lounge in front of Kirk's pool, lousing and sweating and simply just being while attempting not to melt in the heat. Beside him, Kirk did the same.

They'd been together for two weeks. Well, technically, "together" wasn't exactly the word to call them, considering that both were still married with faithful wives and children, but they were together nonetheless. And it wasn't exactly difficult to find multiple hours of every day to spend with a person, anyway, when not only both wives worked busy day jobs, but when you've played in the same band with them for the past twenty-five years. Making up excuses as to why they were suddenly so inseparable weren't too difficult to conjure up. They'd been living out of the other's pocket for eons. It was effortless. In fact, spending time with each other was so easy that no one even suspected a thing. And, in Kirk's book, that was good - not that Lars minded. But sometimes, he was just so infatuated with Kirk that he wanted to scream it out to the world. But he couldn't - so he typically turned that crazed adoration on the Filipino man himself.

Opening his eyes to the deep blue sky, Lars blinked his vision clear. The horizon was cloudless, never ending, palpably thick with heat. Sweat had formed and collected at the small of the man's back, his neck, his thighs, gluing him to the chair. His skin peeled off and re-adhered to the chair with each movement he made. Grunting, he pushed himself upright and cocked his head, cracking his stiff neck. Sweat was creeping out of every orifice of his body. Thankfully, there was a light breeze.

Lars glanced around for a moment, taking in the poolside view, watching as rays of heat radiated up off the concrete and distorted the air. He sniffed, wiped the perspiration from his lip. Then, he turned to look beside him, where Kirk lounged in his own chair.

The older man's face was turned to the sun, eyelids closed. He was bare, save for his bottom half, which was covered by a pair of white swimming trunks. Even through the material, Lars could see the silhouette of Kirk's muscled thighs, smooth and supple. Absolutely delicious. Eyes traveling upward, he skimmed across Kirk's toned midsection, over pronounced hips and the soft curve of abdominal muscles; across firm pecs and petite, brown nipples; up a strong neck and firm jaw, plump lips and a pert nose, right to a set of perfect eyes - one of which had popped open to peer up at Lars in a curious manner.

"Whatcha lookin' at?" he asked drowsily. He shifted a bit and a stray curl fell across his slick forehead.

Lars shifted as well, feeling a twitching in his shorts that he was going to do his damnedest to ignore. "You," he replied, quirking a tiny grin.

A little smile popped onto Kirk's lips as well. "And what are you thinking?"

Lifting a hand, the Danish man reached out to skim a fingertip along the darker man's defined hipbone. "That you should be a bit more...naked." He punctuated the last word with a shift of his brows.

Kirk had to keep from rolling his eyes. Leave it to Lars to get horny during the middle of a heat stroke, he thought. But he played along. "Just what are you implying, dear sir?"

The Dane gave a growl. "That you're wearing too much clothing."

"Hmm..." A slow grin formed on Kirk's lips, impish. "Y'know, Lani probably has some little G-strings upstairs if you wanted me to..."

"Actually, I was thinking something more along the lines of 'nothing at all.'"

Kirk could already see the heat glimmering in his partner's eyes and almost wanted to burst into hysterics. "But it'd be fun," he pressed, unable to keep the amused grin off his face.

He knew Lars - when he got horny, he was horny, and he wouldn't let up until he had his way. It was just part of his hot European fury. Provoking him by delaying his pleasure would only inflame him further. But Kirk just couldn't help but teasing the little drummer, especially if it meant having a little bit of fun playing dress-up. He knew it would drive the man crazy, which is what he loved to do.

"You don't need a bikini," Lars muttered.

"Aw, c'mon." Kirk poked his side. "It's bikini season!"

Lars was advancing on him despite his resistance, leaning over far enough in his chair to almost fall out as his fingers made their way past the waistband, inching their way inside. "But you don't need a bikini...you look better naked..."

But Kirk wasn't having it. He started to pull away, the fingers slipping out of his shorts. He was grinning maniacally as he rose to his feet. "Look on the bright side - you'll get to take it off me!" And with that, he scampered off, making his way across the yard and leaving Lars alone, poolside and aroused beyond belief.

Groaning, Lars grabbed his hair and slouched back against the reclining back of the chair. "Fuck!"

As he trotted across the patio and through the open sliding glass door of the kitchen, Kirk snickered to himself. He's such a whiny little bitch sometimes. Whenever Lars was in the mood - which was so sporadic and unpredictable that it was almost humorous - he tended to get demanding and needy, and Kirk loved to push his limits. He did even before they "found" each other. Now that they had a sex life together, however, the game was that much more fun. True, the term "sex life" only so far included a few handjobs and teenage-like grinding until they came, but Kirk still loved to tease him nonetheless. Hence why he insisted upon the bikini.

He padded barefoot through the kitchen and down the hall to the staircase, where he skipped up the stairs two at a time. The chill of the indoor air conditioning soothed his sticky skin as he made his way to the master bedroom and to where Lani's closet was located. He'd only visited the closet a few brief times since he'd bought the house years ago, knowing it was strictly girl territory, but had a general idea of where she kept everything. Flipping on the light, it only took him a few moments of scavenging through panties and bras and scarves to find what he was looking for: a leopard-print, two-piece, thong bikini.

Now his own shorts were getting tighter. Just the mere thought of him in the bikini, and Lars peeling the silky material over his lips and down his legs...

Shaking off a shiver, Kirk threw the skimpy garment on the bed and went to work on his shorts. He skinned them to his ankles, careful to avoid his hard implement, kicking them across the floor. Then, grabbing the bottoms, he stepped into them and pulled them up. The sudden tightness of the too-small bottoms on his straining cock sent a jolt through him, and the more he thought about how Lars was going to react, the hornier he was getting.

He pushed away the thoughts in his mind and adjusted the bottoms a bit. The feeling of the thong was odd. Almost uncomfortable, but not quite. It wasn't the first time he'd worn a thong before, truth be told, but the feeling was still foreign enough to have him shifting around the G-string for a moment or two in hopes of finding a happy medium before he decided that it would just have to do.

He then moved on to the top, which was a bit easier than the bottoms. He slipped his head through the halter and then tied it tight to his flat chest, giggling a bit. The thought of him actually willingly wearing a woman's swimsuit was amusing, especially when he imagined someone catching him in the act. He felt like a misbehaving schoolboy all over again, and it made the experience all the more thrilling.

When he was done tying himself up, he moved over to the mirror to examine the finished product. He stifled laughter as he gazed at himself. He was nearly popping out of the bottoms. When he turned and glanced over his shoulder at the back, he grinned at the view of his ass. It was perfect.

Stomach filling with butterflies, Kirk smiled proudly to himself as he dashed back out into the hall and trotted down the stairs. He zipped through the kitchen, into the yard, nearly losing himself out of the bottoms and finding even more amusement out of it. The whole thing was just hilarious and fucking sexy as hell.

By the time he'd made it back to the pool deck, Lars was groping himself through the outside of his shorts and letting out tiny grunts in hopes of some sort of relief. His eyes were squeezed shut tight, face scrunched in effort. When he heard Kirk's footsteps slapping against the pool tile, his head shot up and he glared at his comrade through narrowed eyes.

"Jesus! How the fuck long did that have to take you?" he griped, obviously vexed. "I could've finished the job myself with how long you were gone!"

Kirk stood before the end of the lounge and placed his hand on his hips, shooting the smaller man a luminous grin. Ignoring his partner's spite, he belted out proudly, "Ta-da!"

Though still scowling, Lars gave in enough to let his eyes take a trip down Kirk's body, and suddenly found himself wide-eyed. The muscled body he had been previously examining ten minutes ago didn't look nearly as good in swimming trunks as they did a pair of tiny panties. His package, which Lars had gazed at many times before then, was now better defined than ever before. The slick fabric was pulled taut across his stiff cock and rested beautifully on his hips. The bulge of his testicles was so large, so astounding that they seemed as if they were ready to spill out. The crimson flames that were inked onto his skin just barely licked the tie-string waistband. The leopard print garment against his mocha skin was radiant.

Maybe he was right. Maybe bikinis were a good idea.

"Whoa..." Lars swallowed, still looking Kirk over, and felt himself harden more than he thought possible. Keeping his shorts on was beginning to hurt. "Fuck, Kirk. You look good."

Kirk grinned broader, raising up on to his toes excitedly. "If you think this is good, you should see the back!"

Lars, now smirking devilishly, quirked a brow. "Do I get to see?"

Furrowing his brow, Kirk mockingly brought a hand to his chin and feigned deep thought while he stroked his stubble. "Hm...let me think...nope!"

"Aw! Please, Kirky?" Lars pleaded, poking out a pouty lip and batting dark eyelashes persuasively.

"Nope!" Kirk said again, smiling. He bent over and propped his hands on the end of the chaise, then started to make his way up the chair on hands and knees. "I wanna do this first."

As the curly-haired man moved over top of him and then settled his hips between his legs, Lars couldn't help but smile mirthfully. "I don't mind this."

"I didn't think you would."

Kirk dipped his head to give Lars a light peck, then once more to give him a longer, deeper kiss. Lars's hands slowly moved from their position on the chair. One wound into Kirk's messy locks, bringing him closer, while the other slid down to cup a bare ass cheek and dig fingertips into the skin.

Kirk moaned as Lars kneaded his ass and pushed his tongue past his lips simultaneously. Lips and tongues slid together, sloppy, exploring. By this time, they had kissed so much that Lars knew every crack and crevice of Kirk's beautiful mouth, and he knew what turned the darker man on. Separating their mouths, Lars gripped the hair between his fingers tighter and pulled tauntingly at Kirk's lip with his teeth, chewing on it like bubblegum, again and again. He could feel Kirk shiver against him as a result and grinned.

"Ah..." Kirk tensed up a bit, pushing his hips against Lars's. A hot flash of lightning went right from his lip and to his groin. "Fucking teaser!"

Lars smiled in satisfaction. "You love it." Another tug at Kirk's bottom lip.

Kirk growled, squeezing his eyes shut tight. "I thought I was the one that was supposed to be doing the taunting, dick..."

"Ah, but I always win," Lars quipped cheekily, devious twinkle in his eye. He started grinding up against Kirk's own motions, creating a delicious friction between their groins.

Kirk could feel a moan forming at the pit of his throat just from Lars's ministrations, but choked it back. He wouldn't let Lars know he was right. "Is that a challenge, pipsqueak?"

"You fucking bet," he gnarled back. Then, as an after thought, "Curly cue."

He met Kirk's eyes, flashing him a sly look before letting his lids slip closed again. He moved forward to attach his lips back onto Kirk's one more time, but was startled when he found himself trying to tongue the air. Blinking his eyes open in bewilderment, he was almost shocked to find the larger man moving his way down his body. Wide eyes grew even wider as he realized the direction Kirk was headed in.

"Uh, K-Kirk," he stammered, tapping his shoulder frantically. Maybe even a bit too hard. "What - what are you...?"

As Kirk settled himself between the Dane's legs, he glanced up to shoot him a coy smile. "Whatsamatter, Lars?" He latched his fingers beneath the waistband of Lars's black trunks and gave a tug. "You're not scared, are you?"

Lars's stomach flip flopped. Not in this fucking lifetime. "I'm just...I mean, you've never..."

"Blown you?" A wicked grin, a lighthearted chortle. "Yeah, I know. This is a challenge, remember?"

Green eyes amplified even more. God, he was about to get a blow job. A blow job from Kirk. From Kirk's hot lips, and Kirk's wet mouth, and Kirk's curly hair dancing across his pelvis...

He felt his cock grow five times harder at merely the thought. It literally jumped out of his pants as Kirk shimmied them past his hips, over his thighs, and then tossed them across the deck. They landed somewhere nearby on the concrete.

Kirk let out a mischievous giggle. "Excited, are we?"

Lars couldn't even hide it. The evidence was right beneath Kirk's nose - literally. "God, yes!"

"Well, then..." He situated himself, braced himself on his elbows and lowered his face closer to Lars's crotch. "Let the challenge begin."

Lars didn't even have time to prepare himself before he felt soft, velvety lips on the tip of his cock. Lips that he had never felt there before. They teased, nipped, kneaded with ever-so gentle kisses, drove him to insanity with nearly just the first touch. It was unlike any other sensation he'd felt before - and merely because of the fact that it was his curly-haired guitarist that was doing it to him.

His next breath was an unsteady exhale, his hands finding the edges of the chair and gripping tight. For never having done this with a man before, Kirk sure was good. He hadn't even gotten past the tip yet, and Lars already felt like he was going to burst.

"Are you s-sure you've never done this before?" Lars croaked, palms starting to sweat. His stomach was beginning to coil. "You're fucking g-great!"

Kirk chuckled, unknowingly sending electricity all over him. "Nope."

When Kirk lowered his mouth to return his attentions to Lars's cock again, the Danish man was stunned breathless when he felt the guitarist engulf him completely. The heat was everywhere, surrounding him, rendering him speechless. He reeled in a huge wheezing gasp, goosebumps rising all along his skin. Fingertips dug into the underside of the chair.

Kirk could feel Lars tense considerably beneath him, and had to keep from grinning. Who's winning now? he thought comically.

Being mindful of Lars's length, Kirk started to bob his head, doing what he could to imitate the tactics that had been used on him so many times before. He wrapped his fist around the firm base, giving himself some slack and more room to improvise, hollow his cheeks, run his tongue along the rigid underside. The feeling of the foreign implement sliding between his lips and all along his tongue was strange, but not unpleasant. Same as the taste. In fact, he was surprised that it was so easy - and that Lars was already seeming as if he was about to lose it.

"Fuck, Kirk...!" Lars squeezed his eyes shut, his balls tightening, palms wringing the edge of the chair tight enough to bruise. He could feel himself tripping over the edge. "K-Kirk, I'm gonna, gonna - stop, Kirk, g-get off, I'm going to - !"

Kirk didn't pull off. Kirk sucked harder, moved faster until he felt Lars's cock jump in his mouth and something warm and sticky seep between his cheeks.

"Fanden! Herre forbarm dig! Fuck!"

Lars was seeing stars. The spring in his groin suddenly uncoiled, punching his orgasm through him with unbelievable power. He couldn't believe what had just happened - that Kirk gave him head, that Kirk let him fucking cum in his mouth, and that, ultimately, it was one of the best blow jobs of his lifetime. All by fucking Kirk Hammett and those fucking gorgeous, fantastic, delectable lips.

His heart was hammering in his throat so loudly that he felt it would burst out. Kirk's lips were still on him, coaxing out the last bit of orgasm he had left, until his hips stilled and he began softening. Then the warmth started to slip away. As soon as he felt the lips leaving him, Lars plunged upright and threw an arm out, reaching for Kirk - only to find that he was leaned over the side of the chair, gagging as he spit out the load in his mouth.

"Fuck!" he hissed. He spit again. And again. "That tastes fucking nasty!"

Lars stared at him, wide-eyed. His heart was still pounding. "I - I..."

"What the fuck have you been eating lately?" Kirk wiped a hand across the back of his mouth and scoffed. "It tastes like shit!"

Lars was dumbstruck. He started to pull his shorts up again, feeling his cheeks burn in minor embarrassment. "Well, I, uh...I told you to get off, didn't I...?"

"I didn't think it would taste so fuckin' bad."

Spitting one last time, Kirk wiped his mouth again. His face was still sour as he got to his knees, crawled up the chair and plopped down half-on top of Lars. The smaller man was more than happy to allow Kirk to do so, and wrapped his toned arms around his waist while a mop of ebony curls came to rest on his shoulder. A few stray hairs tickled his chin, and he chuckled.

"You're my first time, remember?" Kirk then added. He could still taste the bitterness on his tongue.

Lars had to laugh at that statement, his fingers trailing up and down Kirk's curvy back. "Never thought I'd hear those words come out of your mouth."

"Yeah, well, I never thought I'd be spitting your cum out of my mouth!"

"Neither did I." He grinned bashfully, tucking the man closer beneath his sweaty chin. "I'm sorry for traumatizing you...but you were fucking amazing, nonetheless."

Kirk chuckled. His cheek stuck to Lars' clammy chest. "Thanks."

"So, uh...want me to return the favor?"

A loud laugh escaped brown lips unchecked. "Are you kidding me? That would be a sight! Besides, after that...I'm sorry, babe, but there is no way I'm going to be turned on anytime soon."

"Oh...well, that's a fucking confidence booster." But Lars had to give a laugh. "You have to let me do it some time. At least when you aren't so disgusted by my, uh...baby gravy."

"Okay, deal. But, forewarning, you are never cumming in my mouth again."

Lars let out a small chuckle, arms tightening around his lover. "Deal."

A silence settled between them. The wind blew, the trees rustled, the pool water rippled. Kirk could hear Lars' heartbeat - slow, warm and lazy, just like the day. Just like the heat. The two lay pressed together, bathing in the quietude, until a curious question broke the stillness.

"Can I see the back now?"

Kirk lifted his head, craning his neck to meet curious green eyes. "You wanna?"

Lars grinned back, eyes twinkling. "You bet."

Grinning just as deviously, Kirk whispered in a sultry husk, "Come get it, then." And then he was clambering to his feet, up in a flash, dashing across the grass toward the far side of the lawn.

Lars was up and after him not a beat later, laughing just as hard as he chased down his best friend, yelling threats in both English and his native language the entire way.

Maybe it wasn't such an unproductive Saturday after all.
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Oh, and I forgot to add this - a big thanks to the ever so lovely Trinny for giving me a bit of direction when I started writing this fic. You're a babe, Trin! :heart:
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Olyamet
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Jäger.....

:drool :drool :drool

Kirk in the thong... :drool
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olyamet
July 4, 2011, 8:49 pm
:drool :drool :drool

Kirk in the thong... :drool
Now you know how I felt while I was writing it. :drool
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Jäger.....

the-fifth-horseman
July 4, 2011, 9:01 pm
olyamet
July 4, 2011, 8:49 pm
:drool :drool :drool

Kirk in the thong... :drool
Now you know how I felt while I was writing it. :drool
"cuz, that would be a killer sight... :drool :drool :drool
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Aria
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Omg, the last part killed me, literally killed me, I was laughing so hard at Kirk's reaction at swallowing Lars. I died. <3 So good. I loved it. Great, great job!
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Wow that hot! :drool

I'm with Aria here, that part really made me laugh.
Awesome story!! :)
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A little series about Klars' sexual endevours. O H M Y G O D I just died.


:drool :heart: :drool :drool :heart: :drool
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I loved everything about this. :drool
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Thanks everyone! I'm glad you all liked it. And yes...Klars' sexual endeavors. I couldn't resist. :biggrin
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:drool :drool :drool :drool

Very Nice. :biggrin :tu:
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:drool mmm kirk in a thong. least he didna hurl. I did the 1 and only time I ever did that. and its now where NOT even if kirk asked me would I EVER giv head again. but ur fic was hella hot.
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Thanks, guys! Lmao...thanks for the story, too. It was amusing. x)
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