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Stage Fright; Slash: Ellefson/Broderick Megadeth
Topic Started: November 7, 2012, 11:32 pm (604 Views)
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Co-authored by Torr (Oh Hell) and Cheryl (Kirks_wife). This fic refers to an earlier co-authored slash fic Kirk/Chris called: Junk Bunk (finished slash) set at the Big 4 tour in Amneville, France.

This is the first chapter of two. Based on Junior/David Ellefson's You Tube tour video's of Starbucks which frequently feature Chris Broderick. Enjoy!





Chris Broderick flicked through a dozen cable channels, all in Japanese hoping to find ESPN; any sport, he didn’t care. Post-show in Toyko on a hot summer’s evening, he couldn’t sleep. Finally, he decided to find his bandmate David Ellefson hoping perhaps he’d be up for a late night trip to Starbucks. The band had not long returned to the hotel after that night's show. The crowd had been manic and Chris was pumped-up and unable to sleep, hit by the post-show buzz. His body however, wouldn’t let him settle down. Eventually, he got into bed, trying to drift off for a good half hour but, the cogs just kept whirring in his head. When his stomach rumbled, he gave up. He threw his covers aside, hopped out of bed and dressed in the same pair of jeans and shirt he’d left the gig in. As he went to leave, he picked up his room key and straightened himself in the small mirror by the door, locking his room behind him. He jogged down the long hotel hallway to Ellefson's room, he hoped his bandmate would be keen for a late-night food hunt. He knocked brightly, and shortly after, his friend answered the door. He was as much awake as Broderick.

'Dude, Sushi!' Chris laughed, he rubbed his stomach hungrily as he stood in the hallway. Dave laughed back opening the door for Chris.
His messy blonde hair was untidy across his face. 'Have you seen the room service menu? It's all in Japanese, no English!' he laughed holding up the glossy menu. Chris grinned. 'Lets go eat out somewhere, one of those cool places teppinyaki where the cook the food in front of you and then put it on the wheelie thing!' Chris imitated the image in his head excitedly with his walking fingers.

Dave laughed. 'You mean the convey-about?'

'Yeah' Chris grinned nodding with a laugh. His eyes averted to the floor and his long reddish hair fell across his face in two long strands.

Dave grinned, reaching for his wallet and iphone. 'I'll film it and stick it up on you tube' he grinned.

'Aww man, not again!' Chris laughed.

"Yeah. They've seen me ramble on in the car on the way to shows and they seem to enjoy it so, why should this be any different?" He reasoned with a somewhat pleading smile that screamed 'the channel needs content!' Chris sighed through his amused grin and nodded.

"Alright, okay but, my stomach disagrees with you." As if on cue, his stomach growled again. "See? All it wants is fish, rice and wasabi."

‘Alright, alright!’ Dave grinned flicking on his hand held camera, he pointed it at his friend and Chris grinned awkwardly on camera.

‘So! We’re here in Japan and it was a killer show….’ KILLER!’ Chris grinned offering the camera a geeky double thumbs up, his friend behind the camera continued. ‘And I have been told my by guitarist friend here that it is sushi time!’ Dave turned the camera on himself with a grin and back to his friend. Chris rubbed his stomach emphatically. They left the hotel room and made downstairs in the lift, Dave pointing the camera at the gold ornate features and commenting on the their five star hotel. Chris walked in front of the camera through the lobby, knowing his friend was filming him from behind. He shoved his hands deep into his front pockets and spun around with a cheeky grin, his hair flicking around his shoulders as they reached the street outside.

‘Which way is sushi my friend?’ David laughed. Chris grinned again, embarrassed even though he had been featured on every one of his friends you tube tour videos.

‘I dunno--lets find a mall’ Chris bragged casually pretending he didn’t know exactly where he wanted to go. He had seen the sushi bar he wanted to go to two blocks down the street from their hotel. They played cat and mouse as they walked.

Chris looked over his shoulder, keeping an eye of David, making sure he was keeping up. He often liked to wander around with his camera to catch some of the surroundings or even stop to do so. He watched as David stopped a few feet behind him. "Hey, man! Growling belly here..."

He decided to walk on ahead a little bit, strolling out towards the location he'd seen before. He was getting hungrier with every step he took.
Chris spied the neon sign he had seen the day before. Chris tugged his friend in to the dark cramped circular bar where a chef cut raw fish with a large cleaver in front of their eyes.

‘Whoa!’ they both grinned, impressed. David pulled up a bar stool and positioned the camera flat on the table to take in the rotating plates. Chris had already taken chopsticks and stabbed two round sushi rolls and gobbled them back hungrily. He grinned with his mouth full as his friend smiled, impressed.

‘Dude, this is awesome!’ Dave said again in amazement. Now, the raw meat was being cooked and delivered down the convey-about towards them.

‘Here she comes!’ Chris sung eagerly. They filled themselves hungrily for over an hour before Dave’s need for coffee came to the forefront.

‘Starbucks?’ he grinned questioning Chris on the street. His friend nodded, he knew it was their next port of call. Ellefson called it the American Embassy.

"Do I ever turn the stuff down?" he grinned, nodding eagerly. "I kind of want pastries too. Still hungry."

David looked at him wide eyed. "You're kidding, right? You just knocked down your body weight in sushi... and now you want pastries." he shook his head. "You're unbelievable."
Chris' infallible grin held steady. "I know." he beamed. "Green lady time!"

Inside, Dave filmed the store which didn’t surprise either of them, as inside it was remarkably similar to every other Starbuck’s they’d visited around the world. They ordered the usual, and Chris took the final pastry from the cabinet.

‘Oh man! Lost out to Broderick!’ his friend laughed. Chris licked his fingers and smirked at his success.

‘What was that, Berry?’ Dave asked. He aimed the camera at his friend.

‘Nope—Cherry chocolate’ Chris bragged. He flicked a satisfied grin at the recording lens.

‘Owww!’ Ellefson moaned.

Dave turned off the camera as they relaxed into the characteristic green and red couches. Chris used a soft voice showing his tired mind for the first time that night. He felt guilty for being selfish, he knew he should’ve shared the last pastry with his friend.

‘I’d have shared it if you asked’ he almost whispered. His tone had changed, he was soft and apologetic.

‘I know’ Dave smiled, turning kindly to face his bandmate.

"When we get back to the hotel, we'll go down to the bar. I'm getting you one from there." Chris insisted, nipping a remaining bit of cherry that had tagged onto his finger.
David shook his head laughing a little. "No, don't be ridiculous."

"What if I insist?" he gave him a coy smirk before flipping his hair over his shoulder.

Dave held a warm smile to himself, he didn’t like to admitted he enjoyed it when his friend teased him. There was more to their spending every moment on tour together. He wasn't only his best friend, he melted when Chris would touch his back on stage, when he brushed his arm against his, or when he would fall asleep on his shoulder on the plane and the scent of Chris' hair would permeate his senses. And tonight was no exception, he could smell Chris fresh frown his shower after the show, he smelt delicious to him.

"I'll get you a blueberry danish..." Chris grinned wide, placing his hand on David's shoulder. "...just because I've happened to realise that, when they're available, that's what you get."
David glanced down at the hand on his shoulder before looking up to Chris' chiselled features.

"Okay, sure but, I owe you a pastry." he watched Chris shake his head in reply. "Fine. Thank you."

Chris grinned at his small victory. "You're welcome." he sang cheerfully. "Another coffee for the road?"

‘Yes, Sir!’ they both ordered a second each in a tall takeaway cup and walked slowly down the now quiet street at 3am. Dave drained his and threw the empty cup into a nearby trash can, he took Chris’ empty cup kindly and did the same. Both had gone quiet, Chris was nervous that his friend was reading his nerves, his intentions. They had stopped facing each other on the street, and Dave took his friend’s warm hand with a smile, turning to walk with him the final stretch down the street to the hotel.

Somewhat shyly, Chris twined his fingers with David's as they walked into the lobby of their gorgeous hotel. He took a second to look up at the ceiling and smiled. He lifted their hands and pointed towards the bar. "Pastry with your name on it, that way."

They strolled into the predominantly quiet bar area and headed to the coffee shop counter. Chris picked out the freshest looking blueberry danish he could find and paid for it, taking the paper bag from the counter. "There. Enjoy."

Dave took it shyly with a thankful smile.
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Final Part two.

At 3:30am the hotel felt like the twilight zone, they were completely free of their normal reality. His hand still intertwined in his friends, he tugged him towards the lift. His hand held tightly in Chris’, Dave couldn’t open the paper bag to eat his Danish yet. But still, he let his friend hold on, he was enjoying his kind gesture. He didn’t have to ask, he followed Chris straight to his bedroom door and waited as his friend slipped the keycard into the door in the quiet hallway. Inside, the lights flicked on and finally Dave took the courage to break his hand from his friend’s sweaty grip. He turned to him with a smile.

‘Thank you’ he confessed warmly to Chris. He knew he couldn’t get that much meaning from a Danish. Chris took a step closer gaining the courage to surprise his friend. His teeth sunk teasingly into the edge of the Danish that stuck out from his friend’s mouth. He tore it playfully watching his friend’s face for his reaction. Dave blinked for a minute, unsure exactly what it meant, whether his friend had been going for his lips or the blueberry Danish. He grinned, giving Chris the benefit of the doubt.

‘Is mine!’ he grinned, holding the rest of the uneaten Danish above his head, but he had quite forgotten that his friend was taller. Chris reached up pretending to struggle it from his friend’s hand. They tussled and yelped as they play-fought for the remaining pastry, falling to the ground, Chris engaged a full-on football tackle on his friend for no reason other than the thrill of it.

David laughed, pinned under Chris, struggling to hold onto the blueberry chunk of yumminess. After a few seconds, Chris gave it up and let him have it. Sort of. David smiled, biting some of the pastry off, making a satisfied sound as he ate it. The second bite was too big. Some of it was still hanging out of his mouth. At that moment, Chris ducked his head down and took the remaining pastry with his teeth, biting it off. Their lips barely touched together for a moment but, it made Chris shiver. He gulped down the pastry and smiled at David. "You've got sugar all 'round your mouth."

That was it, all Chris needed—the chance to taste the sugar on his friend’s lips. He took a quick chance, pressing his dry warm lips on David’s, he kept his eyes closed, he didn’t think he knew yet how to portray his eagerness with eye contact.

To Chris' surprise, David opened his mouth to him warmly, and for a long few seconds he received back the nervous kiss he had given. When their lips parted the silence between them was awkward once more. Chris looked at his friend he had known for so with embarrassment.

'Shit, dude I'm sor...' he began.

'Shut up!' David replied, holding Chris' arms behind his back. He stood in front of him, Chris' body was frozen waiting for the words to come out of Ellefson's mouth.

'Did you mean that, what you just did?' he asked seriously. Chris flinched, he did, he knew he did, but he sure couldn't admit it.

'Broderick?' David shook him, demanding an answer.

'Yeah...' he whimpered.

Well, I mean, it's not like we haven't, y'know, kissed before." Chris stuttered over his whimpered reply, cheeks reddening a little. David's small laugh broke the silence.

"Yeah, when you're a few whiskeys down for the count... but, you..."

"But, I what?"

"Not a drop of alcohol has touched your lips tonight." David looked at him, quizzing his friend thoroughly with his eyes. Chris shook his head nervously, staring at his feet.

"Actually, no." he remembered with a light chuckle. "Did have a little bit of Sake earlier..."

"How long ago?" David's Dad voice was coming out.

"I don't know. Four hours ago, I guess."

David sloped closer to Chris and smirked. "Doesn't count.,

Dave flashed his white teeth at Chris with a knowing grin. Their argument wasn’t at all about who had drunk the most. In fact, Chris could taste the delicious bitterness of the coffee from Chris’ tongue. It made him want to kiss his friend again, although when he made a move towards Chris once more, it turned into an awkward hug. He broke free slowly, a though forming on his lips.

‘Stay watch rubbish hotel movies with me?’ he offered. Ellfeson had left his blankets open when had headed out with Chris earlier. Chris gave the bed a glance and nodded with an eager smile.

Chris stood at bemused at the end of his bandmates’ bed. Dave had lifted his Motorhead shirt over his shoulders revealing his pale white chest, and unbuckled his heavy jeans letting them fall to the floor in front of Broderick. But there was no way he was taking off his briefs, he slid into bed while Chris slowly did the same, stripping down like a sleepover, turning his back to his friend and he nervously undressed.

Dave smiled, raising his eyebrow in silent approval of what he saw. Chris' back was a gym nut's dream. Broad and strong. His small, black boxers hung low on his sculpted hips and that's when Dave felt himself blush. Don't open your mouth. Don't say a word... don't stare for gods sakes!

He'd seen Chris in next to nothing before but, never like this. He was usually tucked straight back into a tank top and looser jeans as soon as he'd showered after a gig. The tight jeans he wore on stage made his legs look amazing. Seeing bare skin flesh versions was straight up impressive. When Chris turned around, he watched his thighs as he walked, carefully towards the bed. Clenching and relaxing. Like small machines.

"So, what movie are we watching then?" Chris sighed out with a soft smile.

Dave lifted the remote nervously in his hand, feeling his heart race jump into an excited race as the weight of Chris’ body joining him in bed depressed the soft mattress beside him.

‘Uhhh, I uh….’ He flicked channels, embarrassed that his brain didn’t work right now, he couldn’t even speak knowing that a man like Broderick was beside him. He envied the girls who had had their chance with him as his mind raced. The first movie was a terrible Hollywood romance and he flicked away as quickly as he saw Cameron Diaz’s annoying face. The second was Titanic, he flicked fast again. Terminator, flick, Scary Move, flick, Two Week’s Notice, flick, Hitch, flick. They were all out of movie channels. Two and a Half men.

‘You like this show?’ David asked Chris in a shaking voice. Broderick had folded his arms half under the sheets. It made his biceps bulge even larger.

‘Yeah’ he shrugged.

They sat together silently for a while, Dave not knowing the words the speak next. Finally Chris rolled his smiling face to his on the pillow as they sat propped up together. He shuffled his left leg up into a bent position, brushing his tight muscular thigh against his friends'.

Chris' hand reached above them to flick off the light.

'That's better' he said softly.

David gave a short laugh. "It is, huh?" he smiled in the short amount of moonlight, feeling Chris' taught thigh brush against his. This was supposed to be sushi, coffee and then bed. Well, this is bed. But not bed like this.

"Yeah, or I could... turn the light back on." the naughty guitarist giggled as his hand lay on David's upper bicep. "I will if you want..."

"No--uh, I mean... no, it can stay off." his skin heated up where Chris' warm hand was. A shiver ran down his spine. He raised his own hand, tentatively under the covers and tensed as he caught the back of his hand on Chris' muscled chest. Wow...

Chris jumped. "God, dude... your hands are cold!" he shuddered and then calmed down a little. "Could've warmed them up first."

David looked up at where he saw the outline of Chris' face, before laying his hand flat over his pectoral. Chris shied away from the full blight of David's cold palm before relaxing into his friend's nervous touch. "Didn't think to."

Chris took a second more for his eyes to adjust to the light before leaning in for a forward and strong kiss, this one meaning to be much more persuasive than the last few they had shared. Ellefson gulped hard, his chest was racing beyond belief now. Broderick's hand had slid to his knee and made up his thigh. He couldn't help but pant eagerly back into his friend's mouth. His hips ached, his groin beating as fast as his heart. His own hand slid downwards on his friend's chest as Broderick rolled towards him in bed. Now they both lay together like lovers, Chris' face checked his friend's nervous eyes in the dark as best he could before rolling onto his body. Ellefson panicked, breaking from Broderick's expertly hot panting mouth.

'Dude!' he heard himself beg.

'What?' Chris asked in a friendly grin. It was all going fine as far as he was concerned.

David panted heavily. "Shit... a warning might've been nice."

Chris looked down at him, still grinning like the Cheshire cat. "You can't tell me after that kiss we had before that you hadn't been warned." he pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth and put his hand down on David's shoulder.

"Okay." his whole body was thrumming. He was in dreamland. "Didn't see myself looking up at nearly two hundred pounds of pure muscle..."

"Sorry to disappoint." Chris chuckled, lowering himself down on his upper arm strength alone, purposely curling his biceps. "Of all one-eighty-five, only a pound of it counts..."
'Just one pound?' Dave joked. He was sure it felt like more. Through his friend's Calvin Clien's he felt a hard snake growing against his own thigh. [/i] So that makes both of us [i\], he thought.

'You've done.....you've done this before right?' he stammered to Broderick. They were frozen together, Chris on top of him in his bed. Dave still wondered how exactly they got here.
Chris' face turned quizical, wondering how his friend knew of his bisexuality.

'Kirk at the Big 4, right?' Dave asked. 'There were rumours going around our camp....I mean...[i/] Shit! Don't say camp![i\] he thought apologetically. Chris nodded sheepishly. 'Yeah, I've had a few turns with Kirk' he admitted with a short huff.

'But we don't have to...' Chris replied, feeling suddenly disappointed his friend was shy. But Ellefson surprised him--the hand that had been nervously holding the elastic band of Broderick's briefs shuffled a palm down his groin, feeling the pounding muscle Chris had described earlier.

"Hmmm..." Chris' soft, admitting smile curled into a broad grin, through a pleased sigh, as David's flat palm pressed against his boxers. A flash of a dare ran through his mind. Press them down. Squish his hand.

"How long have you been working that up for?" David asked tentatively, teasing Chris. He sighed, feeling Dave run his thumb up the side of his hardness.

"Truthfully? 'bout a half hour." he chuckled, pressing his hips down, listening to the annoying voice in his ear, trapping Dave's hand between his them for a second, increasing the gentle pressure. Dave smirked, tilting his head down to wear he should've seen his hand, instead, he saw Chris' toned hips pressing his hand into his thigh. "No part of you that isn't strong is there?" he asked rhetorically, reaching his other hand up to brush over Chris' bicep.

'I'm gonna take these off' Chris announced, rolling momentarily off his friend, tugging his own briefs down his thighs. David lay paralysed, terrifed he was expected to do the same. But Broderick's eyes asked him the question so gently he did the same, flicking his red boxers over the side of the bed and letting them drop to the floor. Chris grinned warmly and let out a warm sigh as he settled again lying next to his friend. His arm reached automatically across Ellefson's chest, tugging him in closer. Chris lay on his side, propped up by his bent elbow. Dave could tell by Chris' obscured right hand that he was warming himself under the covers.

'Do you wanna see?' Chris mumbled suggestively into his friend's ear. It was the same line he had used on his girlfriend.

'No--Mine'll get stage fright' Dave joked.

Oh, c'mon, don't be shy." Chris carried on whispering warmly into Dave's ear. "Or is this going to be an all touch and no sight session? Not that I have too much of a problem with that..." he brushed the backs of his fingers against Dave's belly, stroking his skin gently, slowly touching himself under the covers. Chris slowly moved a centimetre closer and pressed his lips to David's, whispering against them. "Stage fright or no stage fright... I want to see you... and I want you to see me."

Dave's face flushed at Chris' touches. He could feel the soft movement of Chris stroking himself, not an inch away from his body. He could feel his heat. He couldn't muster the words to
reply to him, deciding to simply press a kiss back to the pair of lips in front of him, running his hand down over his shoulder, down his back, tracing his skin. He heard a soft rumble in Chris' throat that made his skin go hot.

"Hey..."

"What?" Chris chuckled against his lips. "Chastising me?"

'Maybe, then' David gulped.

'Hmmm?' Chris asked.

It was ridiculous, they had seen each naked before on tour, changing before the show. But seeing his friend erect was entirely different. Chris slid the heavy blankets down to his waist, showing his hand moving rhythmically below the sheets. David gulped, when Chris let go to take his friend's hand, his cock made a pointed tent in the sheet. He let him, there was no point resisting, he knew he wanted to. Chris guided his hand to his groin and together they stroked Broderick's hard length. They tasted each other's lips desperately once more.
This time around, Chris really couldn't help himself. A soft groan made its escape through a tiny gap between their lips, hissing out somewhat.

"David, it's just me. Look... or I'll give you a real close up view." He threatened, gently, goading him a little. His naughty smirk followed through, moonlight casting shadows on his face.

"Alright..." David's chest heaved, forcing out his breath as he shucked the covers down over Chris' hip, exposing him completely, getting a look at exactly what his hand was wrapped around. "Stage fright." Chris rolled his eyes and let his head drop to the pillows.

"Bullshit." he smiled, purring at David. Without another word, he decided that he was going to have to work Dave into this. He slipped his other hand south, replacing his other hand with it. He laid his free hand on David's hip, rubbing gently. "Stage fright... is bullshit. Sure, you get nervous... but, you go out there... and you just--" his fingertips trailed down and tucked around David's throbbing length happily. "you just do it..." Dave let out a sudden gasp. He had practically bolted hard in Chris' hand.

His hips bucked in surprise as Chris leant forward to kiss at his friend's abdomen. Ellefson's face looked down in a mixture of hope and surprise, amazed that Chris might treat him, that his hot lips might make him come. Right now, Broderick's hand was enough to take him there, the joyous friction was already almost too much. He tugged more and more at Chris' growing cock in his hand, it was still getting larger he could barely believe it. His hand slipped free as Chris was quick to make Ellefson's wish come true. His dry lips swallowed the head of his cock and tugged him upwards willing him to grow.

Chris sucked and kissed at the head, stroking at what he wasn't yet reaching with his mouth. He smiled around it in reaction to the soft, caught moan that David let free. He picked up David's outer leg, placing it over his upper body, and held his thigh, towards his ass, stroking his skin in circles. He took in a little more, opening his mouth wider to accommodate. He breathed deep out of his nose, dragging his tongue along the underside of David's quickly stirring cock. He popped gently off, carefully tonguing the slit in the end.

"Still got stage fright?"

'Holy shit!' David's head rolled back in surprise. Chris just grinned, fully expecting his friend's pleasurable reaction. He knew he was good at this, after all.

'Can we uh..., can you.....can....' David's brain couldn't produce the words.

'I'm guessing you want more?' Chris smiled, breaking into a short, cunning laugh.

This time, Ellefson held Broderick's head as he sucked him harder and deeper, faster and more directly than he had before. [i/] Shit! He's gonna make me fuckin' come!' [i/] he thought.
Another wave of fear held his body still. He's gonna want me to reciprocate, but I fucking can't.

'Dude! Stop, I'm gonna...!' he moaned.

Chris chuckled deeply, David's throbbing flesh still locked between his lips but, he let him breathe. Just for a moment. He reared his head slowly back and away, stalking up the other man's body like a tiger craving blood. His eyes were dripping lust and intensity.

"You can..."

David's shallow breaths quickened as Chris slithered up his chest. "Huh?"

"Y'know exactly... what I mean."

"Chris, I..." he shivered, tangling his fingers into Chris' long, dark waves. "I don't want to... put you out."

'It's alright--I actually like it' Broderick blushed. David's mind raced. He couldn't comprehend that. He let his mind rush with pleasure as Chris tugged his cock as well as his wet mouth. Ellefson began to appreciate the warmness that was overcoming him. The urge to blow was building and he still didn't want to do that to his friend. Feeling lost for control, he reached down, taking his own cock in his hand while Chris stopped to watch.

Chris seemed to understand that now he could watch his friend come the rest of the way. He lat beside him, his own erection still bulging hard, curving up his abdomen. He propped head up with his hand, against the pillows, alternating his gaze between David's face and his eagerly moving hand. "I would've sucked you... right to your limit if you would've let me..." he admitted, purring softly, eyes catching his own stiff length, watching it almost beg him for attention. Your time will come. Just wait... just a moment...

Chris' free hand trailed over David's chest and stomach, dragging his fingertips down his skin, watching him arch into his and his own touches. David's hips bucked and Chris' replied in kind. It was the first time that night he'd been the one blushing, fighting his control. "Don't stop." he whispered, voice thick with arousal. He picked himself up, clasping his hand tight around his hot, hard cock and slowly tugging at it. David was long gone, deep in the throes of near orgasm when he looked over at Chris. Seeing the burning, yet cloudy look in his eyes made David gasp as his orgasm hit. He mumbled a string of curses as he started to come, hazy eyes trained on Chris' lucid expression. Dave’s teeth trained onto lower lip, his eyes falling closed, he felt his cheeks burning red.

"Shit..."

Chris couldn’t help himself, his hand reached out to massage his friend’s cock as Dave came in messy bursts across his own chests. His palm rubbed the sticky warmth his lover had produced in the moment, and he kissed the man beside him hotly, gratefully for his gift.

He might’ve been embarrassed otherwise, if it were not for Chris doing the same beside him in bed. Chris had observed his friend’s orgasm with greedy eyes, wishing perhaps that he was up for more, but he knew he couldn’t expect it of his straight friend. He had run his hand down his friend’s torso that still gasped for air, wriggling happily at his success. Chris closed his eyes, concentrating as he tugged himself—not nervous about his bandmate watching him. Their bed was intimately comfy, and now they had shared Dave’s orgasm, Chris was desperate for his own. His friend’s eyes still surveyed his strong chest in the dim light as he tugged his cock faster still. His chest buckled and he caught his breath, knowing he would gasp successfully in the coming seconds. He rolled to his back, his knees bending, his head rolling back and his smooth throat pitching his adam's apple as he gasped.

'Oohh! Oohh!' he shuddered in a whining breath.

God almighty, just how does he do that? David wondered, reaching over and resting his hand on Chris' heaving, gasping chest. Just when I thought I'd possibly seen it all... or at least most of it all. He dragged his palm down his body, laying heavily on his hip.

Dave wasn't sure whether to offer his closest friend eye contact. He sure as hell was having trouble bringing himself up to it, he still had his own fulfilled cock in his hand as he watched his friend. Suddenly, as they both came down from their game a sliver of reality struck in. Ellefson reached for the white sheet he had kicked down to his feet, covering himself feeling a little embarrassed.

Chris had come far more than he had, and his larger cock was still throbbing. Stage fright was right, Dave felt completely inferior right now. Chris let go of himself to flick his hair around his shoulders and roll towards his friend. Now they were both finished, he was ready to talk. Ellefson gulped hard, he didn't know what the fuck to say to Broderick now. Chris' wide, post orgasmic high smile was tightly screwed onto his flushed face. He was still shamelessly exposed.

"What?" he chuckled softly, tucking his arm behind his head, scratching his the back of his neck, a touch of nerves creeping in. Dave swallowed his thoughts, he could barely speak. 'So uh, yeah....' he started, clearing his throat with a cough. He still couldn't speak, instead he gratefully kissed the tight warm skin of Broderick's shoulder that lay next to his. Chris softly bit at the inside of his lip when David pressed his lips to his broad shoulder. "If you're embarrassed, it's okay..." he offered his weak consolation, reaching up to stroke at David's back, kissing the top of his head.

"I did, uh, let go there a bit..."

'Yeah...yeah you did!' Dave breathed, blushing. There was relief in his voice.

"I often forget if I'm in company when I... get that close..." he blushed, grinning wide, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Sorry."

'Don't be' Dave admitted in a whisper.

Chris sighed, gently rubbing Dave's back. "I should probably go..." he offered, in a voice that sounded like he had absolutely no intention of leaving. Dave felt a pang that made him want to yell, 'No!' but he stopped himself before he did. '

You can stay' he smiled warmly. The hotel pillows were soft and overfilled and Dave relaxed his head onto the bare half of Chris' large pillow. Without realising he'd done it, Chris' tricep tensed as Dave smoothed over it. He gazed at him, shuffling closer.

"I didn't want to. I just... can't stand potentially awkward mornings."

'Well, it's the morning now' his friend reminded him. 'I feel a little awkward' Dave admitted honestly. shuffling his hands under his head on the pillow. He wanted to talk honestly with Chris.

He peeked at the watch on his wrist, squinting in the low light. "So it is... well, talk to me..."

Dave was silent for a minute while he paused for thought. Chris kept his eyes open and blinking, he could make out his friend's face perfectly in the dark now that his eyes had adjusted to the neon light that crept in through the curtains on the 10th floor.

'Well, I've never.....' he cleared his throat awkwardly and couldn't continue, but Chris nodded knowingly.

"It's okay. I understand." he gave Dave a reassuring smile. "Unfortunately," he started slowly, gently massaging his friend's back. "there has to be a first time for everything... and mostly, it's very, very awkward."

'Yeah' he chuckled again, although it was too long ago to properly remember his first time with a woman.

'So uh, you do this often?' but he shook his head immediately. 'No, I mean, you're bi? And Steph knows?' he checked.

Okay, now Chris was the one feeling awkward. "Uh, I, she... knows." his face blushed deep red. "But... not often. No."

'How did you tell her?’ Dave asked in interest, thinking of his own wife.
Chris sighed. "I came home one night looking entirely guilt stricken..." he chuckled bitterly, his head suddenly filled with the image of his long-term partner. "She sussed me out. Didn't have to tell her anything."

'And she's cool with it? Dave asked again, intrigued.

Chris thought deeply for a moment, staying silent. "Initially... no. She wasn't at all. I think, she thinks, as long as it doesn't come home with me..."

'I never knew Hammett was bi' Dave admitted.

"Nor did I-- I mean, I had suspicions... a lot goes on behind closed doors." his cheeks went pink. "I didn't know until I caught him watching me cool off in Amneville." he smiled, chuckling a little. "Moments after, he was on his knees..." Dave's eyes widened in surprise. It was clear to his friend that he was a world away from spontaneously going down on him.

'Do you mind me asking who else you've been with?' Dave asked, not sure whether Chris would answer. Chris' eyes widened at David's bold request.

"None of your business, nosey." he grinned, that knowledge was his. "Kirk... that much is obvious." he admitted. "Just that once... and one or two others..." his face coated with a blush, remembering one particular time that he would go to so far to say that he 'cherished'. Somewhere deep in his heart and head. He'd felt so small and adored... and the guy that it happened with, would kill him if anyone ever found out. Dave's eyes lit with glee, he wanted to guess.

'Ooh let me guess? Anselmo?' Chris shook his head vigorously, 'Ulrich?' 'NO!' Chris laughed broadly.

'Who then?' Dave pestered him. 'Am I close?' he begged teasingly. He'd thought that he was as Chris' face had turned plum.

"Depends on how close you think you are." Chris smirked, the images of his favourite trysts swimming around in his head.

'Hetfield?' Dave guessed hopefully. He knew he had hit gold when Chris turned an even deeper shade of red. His friend's eyes had flicked tellingly away from his.

"No, even if you had ever guessed right, I wouldn't tell you..." he'd blushed almost pure red. Like his face would never return to it's lightly tanned glow. "You may try but, you will fail to get the words out of me." he grinned happily.

'Hetfield!' Ellefson's mouth dropped open in a stunned whisper. 'HOLY FUCKING SHIT' he gasped again to himself.

He shielded his face in his hands. "Oh god... no, no and no." Chris stammered, feeling almost as small as he did, wrapped in his arms. "If he finds out-- no, even here's a peep that anyone else knows... he'll tan my ass... and no, I won't enjoy it..." he near whimpered under David's interrogation.

'I can imagine!;' Ellefson stammered. 'But of course, it's okay, I won't mention it to anyone, and you didn't tell me, I guessed. And, uh, you won't tell anyone about this, will you?' he checked carefully. Although, their secret wasn't as big as Chris' other interactions had been.

"Of course I won't. What just happened... was ours." Chris whispered, peeking at David from behind his hands. "I don't share any of this with anyone. I keep encounters such as this with me. I promise. No-one except us will know. Ever." Chris' hand found Dave's smooth stomach under the sheets and tugged his satisfied nude body into his for a deserving warm kiss. His friend had been brave tonight. Chris spoke through his lips as they broke for air.

"You know what... Kirk was most afraid of?" Chris started to talk, freely and openly for the first time about another guy. "Losing my friendship." he smiled, honesty pouring out of him. "We're still as tight as we ever were... I just tend to get nervous when I see him round a water cooler..." Dave nodded. At least there were less opportunities for that now the Big 4 tour was over.

'But we're cool' Dave continued. 'I'll still share my Starbucks with you' he grinned.

"We're not even cool." Chris grinned back at him. "We're ice cold." he looked at David endearingly. "Deal... the pastries are mine though..." he giggled.

'Deal'.

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