Classic Rock Oneshots

Undercover of the Night

The sand between Charlie's toes squelched and squeaked as he dug them further into the cold ground. The cigarette balanced in practised habit between his thin fingers was not though, burning like a fiery eye in the moonlight. As he took a drag, the light glowed and aimless wisps of smoke trailed out of his nose soon after.

Waves crashed against the shore just like the beer to Bill's lips as he tipped the bottle up to take a sip.

They sat in silence together in the sand, letting the scene speak for itself. Together they simply watched the tides push and pull in an endless and infinite battle, the moonlight making the water shine and glimmer.

After this went on and on, the silence, the waves, the dark night sky and the beach that was empty of all but them, instead of watching the ocean, Charlie moved his gaze over to his companion. Much of Bill's face was unclear due to the dim lighting but the glint in his eye coming from the starlight and the reflection of the night sky could be seen easily in his midnight pupils.

Quickly, before anything could get in the way of him doing so, Charlie hooked his fingers under Bill's chin and turned his face to kiss him. Together, their lips tasted of alcohol and tobacco. Bill's eyes flew wide open and he didn't move his mouth in response due to shock and surprise paralyzing him.

It was over promptly though, ending as swiftly as it had started, and Charlie pulled away to look back at the ocean as if nothing had happened.

Bill was not able to force such a smooth reaction. His eyes hung onto Charlie as his lips dangled agape ever so slightly. Instead of choosing to sit in a serene and reflective peace and quiet, he was stunned into silence this time - not knowing how to conjure up words let alone the right ones to apply to this situation. Eventually, he attempted to gather his composure and licked his lips. He could still taste Charlie's cigarette and the thought brought chills to rush down his spine.

"Come here, you idiot," Bill mumbles before grasping at Charlie again - yanking at the other man's collar. He holds the back of his neck as kisses him soft and tenderly. It didn't stay that way for long though because soft and tender was swapped out for something a little less innocent. Bill moved to straddle Charlie's hips and Charlie held his thighs as the sound of lips smacking filled the salty air around them.

With a small chuckle, Charlie pulls away.

"You know, Keith is going to kill us." He smirks, running his hand through his companion's raven hair.

"He'd be just jealous is all."