Night Time is the Right Time for Love

Summary: Night is a very dark time for Jimmy, but Chazz thinks he can help. This is to all my homies at the BoG community over at LiveJournal, for being awesome.

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Night Time is the Right Time for Love

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One of the uncomfortable things about living with Jimmy MacElroy, aside from, well, living with Jimmy MacElroy, was the notion it instilled in Chazz that when all was said and done, he was actually just some vulnerable kid with a screwed up family life who clung to skating because it made him feel better than anything else. The realization mimicked his own life to a somewhat alarming degree, and since Chazz didn’t particularly like thinking about his own background much until he’d had a few, he made a point to put it out of his head.

And then came the crying.

At first, the hitched breath coming from the bottom bunk of their shared bed indicated to Chazz that Jimmy had lied about never masturbating (“nobody civilized does that, you depraved pervert”). But it quickly became clear that he was, in fact, attempting to cry quietly, and doing a pretty crappy job of it. Chazz’s own hand, already drifting over the front of his loose-fitting pajama bottoms, had been ready and raring for some 4 AM delight, but, somewhat surprisingly, he found that Jimmy’s bawling just wasn’t doing it for him.

“Hey, kid,” he finally called out in a hushed whisper, moral responsibility grabbing his balls in a chokehold. The sniffling stopped abruptly, and Chazz rolled his eyes. “I know you were crying, Jimmy,” he continued. “Usually with women that like, totally turns me on, but now I think you’ve effectively ruined my erection for at least ten minutes.”

“Sorry,” came Jimmy’s response. Chazz kicked his legs over the edge of the top bunk and shimmied down the ladder. Jimmy was turned on his side facing the wall, curled into a ball. Every angle in his body screamed misery, and as the heady feeling from Chazz’s hard-on dissipated, it was replaced with sympathy. He reached out a hand and placed it on the other man’s shoulder. If it was possible, Jimmy tensed even more. “Please, don’t,” he begged. “I said I was sorry for waking you up, okay.”

“Look, I was trying to comfort you or something,” Chazz said.

Jimmy looked over his shoulder. “Why?” he asked, confusion temporarily overtaking whatever had been bumming him out.

Chazz thought about it for a moment. “I just, I thought you might like someone to talk to.” He squeezed Jimmy’s arm, making him flinch.

”I don’t like to be touched,” Jimmy said. He pursed his lips, and then smiled a little. “But the night is a very dark time for me.”

“Yeah, I know the fe- oh. Oh, you were making a reference to my, the time when I, yeah,” Chazz realized. Jimmy blinked. “Look, uh, if you like, need someone to shoot the shit with, um, I’m around.”

Jimmy nodded. “Thanks.”

They sat in silence for several minutes. Jimmy folded his hands across his stomach and stared up at the bottom of Chazz’s mattress. Chazz began making clicking noises with his tongue. “You know,” he finally said, “I meant like, if you wanted to talk tonight, I was available.”

“Um, sorry,” Jimmy said, and swallowed. “It’s just … sometimes I get really overwhelmed with everything, you know? The stress over skating, my dad … I mean, I love the ice, like more than anything! But sometimes I wonder if all the crap is worth it.” He looked embarrassed, glancing at Chazz with wide eyes.

Chazz cocked his head. “It’s worth it,” he said with surprising seriousness, “if it gives you something to believe in.” He met Jimmy’s gaze, his eyes adjusted enough to the dark for the other man’s wavy blond tresses to be clearly outlined. “So why don’t you like to be touched?” he asked.

Jimmy shrugged, rubbing his arms as if cold. “Not getting hugged enough as a child, I guess. It just really creeps me out. Plus, I could count on one hand the number of times my dad touched me. I think Coach was more of a father that way.”

Chazz nodded. “It’s the same way on the streets. I mean, minus all the money and the live-in cook and jewel-encrusted toilet.” Jimmy’s brow furrowed. “You earned your love out there by being a star,” Chazz continued. “Success was everything. And adoration from the screaming masses was the best aphrodisiac.”

Jimmy breathed a sigh of relief. “You know,” he mused, “I guess we’re not that different in a way. I mean, besides the whole love equals sex part.” He gave the other man a thin-lipped smile. “Thanks, Chazz. I feel better.”

“Glad to hear it.” Chazz’s hand found Jimmy’s arm again and rubbed it comfortingly. “Mmm, silk,” he said approvingly. “Me likey.”

“Yeah, it’s my favorite pair,” Jimmy said. “My dad got them for me at Sears.”

Chazz’s fingertips picked up the softness of the material; instantly, he felt familiar stirrings in his groin – silk always turned him on. His hand moved to Jimmy’s chest, and the other man immediately jumped. “Chazz, w-what are you doing?” he murmured.

“Hey, just relax.” Chazz’s voice was guttural, now. “I wanna try something.”

“Chazz, I really don’t think this is a good idea,” Jimmy stammered, his chest heaving as Chazz’s hand crept underneath his top. “I get, um, I g-get really nervous when people bump into me accidentally even.” He whimpered when Chazz’s hand flicked one of his nipples. “Oh.”

“I just want to make you feel good, Jimmy,” Chazz said huskily, and then chuckled. “Okay, that’s not entirely true. I also really want to get rid of this boner.”

Jimmy took a shaky breath. “I’ve um, never had one,” he admitted.

“What?” Chazz said disbelievingly.

Jimmy shrugged. “I mean, I guess I probably get them,” he said, slightly defensive, “but my dad always taught me not to touch myself. Once, I saw our maid Nancy changing her top because she’d accidentally spilled grape juice all over it. I got really excited and had to jump in the pool with all of my clothes on so nobody would find out.”

“I love grape juice,” Chazz whispered throatily. “Look, man,” he continued, “I really want to help you out, now. It doesn’t have to mean anything. Nobody has to know.”

“I’m not sure,” Jimmy’s voice quavered. Chazz’s hand roamed below his navel and he let out a small cry. “Hey! T-that tickles!”

“Your skin is smooth, like a baby’s bottom,” Chazz grinned. “I mean, except for the dude-hair on your stomach.” He shifted, and then leaned over Jimmy, who licked his lips nervously. “Don’t be scared,” he said. “I’ll be gentle.”

The first kiss was sort of sloppy. Jimmy’s strawberry-glossed mouth was pinched, but Chazz seemed to almost pry it open with his tongue. “Did you sneak a beer tonight?” Jimmy asked when they broke apart.

Chazz thought about it for a moment. “What Coach doesn’t know doesn’t hurt my liver,” he joked; then he leaned in again. Instinctively, Jimmy started to move away to give him space, and then squawked when Chazz started unbuttoning his pajama shirt. “I usually don’t do this unless there’s a booby prize at the end,” he laughed. Jimmy’s hands fluttered anxiously, but Chazz smacked them away lightly. “Relax,” he commanded. “The fifteen-year-old girl thing is only cute for like, the first five minutes.” He leered. “Then it’s adorable.”

Jimmy appeared to make an attempt to calm himself, and Chazz skimmed his way through the rest of the buttons. “Wow,” Jimmy murmured.

“Yeah, it’s impressive,” Chazz bragged. “I’ve finessed it with the ladies.” He reached down and groped the front of Jimmy’s pants; this time, Jimmy’s hands stilled his progress. “Hey, c’mon,” Chazz said kindly. “It’s nothing I wouldn’t do to myself.” He reached down again, emboldened, and squeezed Jimmy’s package. “Good show, MacElroy,” he said, waggling his eyebrows. “Where have you been hiding that all this time?”

“It, uh, it wasn’t so hard,” Jimmy offered. He closed his eyes and opened them again, his breath quickening. Chazz began rubbing his palm in little circles and he gasped.

“It’s gonna be hard soon enough,” Chazz chuckled.

“Uh … uh-huh,” Jimmy groaned. He tipped his head back against his stack of bed pillows and bit his lip hard. “This is so d-dirty,” he whispered. “Dirty, dirty, dirty.” His hands fisted the sheets below him, and he swallowed hard.

“Why, ‘cause we’re both dudes? Just close your eyes and think about that Katie girl or something,” Chazz said nonchalantly. He slipped his hand fully inside Jimmy’s pajama bottoms.

The other man squeezed his eyes shut, apparently taking Chazz’s suggestion into account. A moment later, he turned back towards his skating partner. “I don’t think her hands have giant calluses on them,” he griped. Chazz made a sort of sheath with his fingers and moved them up the (considerable) length of Jimmy’s cock. “Oh, oh … fudge,” Jimmy shivered. “My dad always said that boys who did this too much would g-go blind,” he panted.

Chazz groaned. “Look, MacElroy, further mention of your dad is totally going to harsh on my hard-on.” He gripped the other man’s chin and gently forced Jimmy to meet his gaze. “Kiss me again,” he suggested. “And this time, put some feeling into it.”

“You’re a dou-“ Jimmy started to say, but Chazz pressed their mouths together again. Jimmy made a muffled protest; he’d never been good at improvising. His moves on the ice were the product of intense work-outs and practicing until his feet were bleeding and the noise of the crowd seemed to merge with his heart palpitations until they beat as one. Still, he had to admit that from his own limited experience and opinion, Chazz was a pretty good kisser. He was also really good at knowing where to put his hands. Jimmy finally settled on letting his own tangle in the wild masses of Chazz’s Verticoli-caressed hair. He knew he always felt happy whenever his father’s live-in beautician, Donna always massaged his scalp when it was time to get his hair trimmed, so he tried to mimic the motion with Chazz. He even tried using the tips of his fingers so his blunt nails would add just the tiniest pinch of friction.

When their kiss broke this time, both men were breathing pretty hard. “I’ve got … condoms in … bathroom,” Chazz managed. Jimmy’s eyes must have widened pretty largely, because Chazz smirked. “Trust me.” He hurried to the adjoining bathroom, and Jimmy could hear several bottles and toiletries being knocked off the counter in Chazz’s horny haste. In what was probably record time, he lumbered back towards the bunk, a box of Trojan Magnum XL condoms in one hand and something in a white tube in the other. “Time to lube up, MacElroy,” Chazz announced with a cheeky smile.

“You’re not putting that where I think you’re putting it,” Jimmy said dubiously.

Chazz shrugged and popped open the cap. “It’s not going in MY ass,” he snorted. He held the lubricant out to Jimmy. “Lookie, it’s strawberry.”

Jimmy rolled his eyes. “Big whoop.” He swallowed, panic starting to seize up again. “Does this hurt very much?”

Chazz began stripping off his own sleepwear. Intense dieting and exercise had been taking its course, but his three-and-a-half-year stint as the drunkard Grublets wizard still had some lasting effects. “Yeah. But it’s worth it to tango with my snake-o,” he said in a low, seductive voice, and then brandished his cock like a sword. Can you handle all this?”

“I handle it whenever you pee all over the toilet seat in the morning,” Jimmy said smartly. He looked hesitant for a moment, and then tugged his own clothing the rest of the way off.

“Natural blond,” Chazz said approvingly. He began squeezing a dollop of lube out onto his fingers.

“Let me do that,” Jimmy objected.

“It’s easier to have someone else do it for you.”

“You want to stick your fingers up my butt?” Jimmy asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Good point.” Chazz tossed him the container, then crossed his arms and leered. “Come on, then, MacElroy,” he said. “Give me a show.” Jimmy tried to position himself in a way that Chazz wouldn’t be able to watch, but it came to naught – Chazz could be annoyingly perceptive when he truly worked at it. “Give it to me, baby,” Chazz sang. His cat-call was interrupted by the bottle of lube smacking him in the face. “Good aim.”

“Thanks.” Jimmy stretched himself out demurely across the length of the mattress. A moment later, he let out an unexpected yell as Chazz yanked his legs onto the ground. “What the crap, what do you think you’re –“

“Look, the bunk isn’t really tall enough for both of us,” Chazz argued. “It’s like, a simple application of advanced physics.” He ran his hand down Jimmy’s side, and then pinched his ass. “Obviously, all that clenching you do has paid off,” he laughed.

Jimmy squirmed. “Don’t,” he whined. “I bruise easily.”

Chazz looked down. “Yep,” he confirmed, and then smacked the opposite cheek with his open palm. “Man, it doesn’t take more than three seconds,” he whistled, and then repeated the motion on the other cheek.

“Chazz, stop it, that hurts!”

“Okay, okay,” Chazz snickered. He tore open a condom wrapper with his teeth. “You’ve never been spanked before either, I take it?”

“Well, once,” Jimmy said automatically. “I stole some okra out of the refrigerator before dinner and the maid smacked me with the spatula.”

“Did she have a nice rack?” Chazz asked, fitting the condom over his penis and pumping himself a few times for good measure.

“No,” Jimmy shrugged. “She was portly, and Russian, and she had really weird teeth.” He paused. “Are you almost like, ready or whatever?”

”Yeah, just about,” Chazz said. “Okay, lean over a little.”

Jimmy positioned himself against the bed, propped up on his elbows. “I think my knees are going to get rug burn,” he complained.

“Grab that pillow, then,” Chazz said, his voice rough again. Jimmy didn’t seem to have anything else to complain about, so he figured it was as good a time as any. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” Jimmy said. He tensed, then started making tiny huffing sounds that became progressively louder as Chazz inched his way inside. “Oh, oh man,” Jimmy wheezed. “It feels like I sat on a hockey stick.”

“Why, thank you,” Chazz cracked. He stopped moving once he was in, giving Jimmy a moment to adjust. “Man, you’re tight,” he complimented. “Like a brand new pair of skates.”

“Thank you?” Jimmy replied. He whimpered as Chazz pulled out and slid into him again, more quickly the second time around, then calmed somewhat when Chazz placed a bracing hand on his belly. “Feels like … giant cramp … in … my ass,” he panted.

Chazz’s chest was heaving, too. “Flattery will … get you … everywhere,” he retorted. He slid in and out of Jimmy’s ass experimentally a few more times. Eventually, they both found a rhythm that seemed to work. “’S like the first time we landed those … perfect … axels together,” Chazz grinned. He grabbed hold of Jimmy’s cock again and began pumping it in unison to their thrusts.

Jimmy moaned loudly, his knuckles white as he clutched his wrinkled bed clothes. “Stop trying … to be … funny,” he commanded.

Chazz smacked his ass again. “I bet that’s what … everyone says when … Carrot Top performs … anywhere.”

“You’re such a douche,” Jimmy gasped, twisting himself so he could throw Chazz a glare over his shoulder. The effect was somewhat ruined by the fact that both men were panting like two cats in heat.

Chazz’s lip curled. “I bet … this douche … lasts longer than you.”

“What do you – aaahh! Chazz!” Jimmy gasped, as Chazz suddenly stopped his thrusting and, holding Jimmy firmly by the waist with one hand, jerked him off at a frenetic pace with the other. He came quickly, and then collapsed against the bed, resting his forehead on his arms. “That was a dirty trick,” he complained half-heartedly.

Chazz finished himself off, then extricated himself from Jimmy and tossed himself across the bottom bunk. “Man, if I smoked cigarettes, I’d totally be working my way through a pack right now,” he breathed. He looked at Jimmy and raised an eyebrow. “I’d settle for a sandwich, though.”

Jimmy tossed the remaining box of condoms at him. “Get it yourself,” he retorted. “And do it soon, I want my bed back.”

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The next morning, neither Chazz nor Jimmy seemed terribly articulate. Coach, well used to their squabbles over everything, including who got the last packet of instant oatmeal to which one used up all the hot water in the shower, was understandably worried. “What the Hell’s up with you two?” he asked.

Both muttered into their cereal.

Coach shrugged. “Well, I’m going into town today for some essentials. Either of you need anything? Jimmy, Chazz? Anything?”

Jimmy shrugged noncommittally. Chazz shot him a glance and then piped up: “I’m almost out of my Magnums.”

Coach raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t you just buy a box of twenty? Two days ago, even?”

“I’m a sex animal,” Chazz breathed. “It’s a curse.”

“He says that,” Jimmy bit out, “but he falls asleep like a baby after one round.”

“I didn’t hear you complaining last night, MacElroy.”

“You wouldn’t have because you were out cold, Michaels. Now my sheets smell like that cheap-ass strawberry crap you bought.”

“Yeah, I figured you would mention asses –“

“Whoa, guys, too much information!” Coach said over the noise of their arguing. Chazz harrumphed and slurped the last bite of cereal off of his spoon. Jimmy stuck his tongue out. Coach rolled his eyes. “Why do I bother?” He stood up. “One of you had better make sure you do laundry today.”

Jimmy’s brow furrowed. “You’re uh, not … mad?” he ventured.

Coach shrugged. “Doesn’t sound like you two did anything worse in that bed than the things Jesse and I got up to.” He smiled a little to himself. “Those were the good old days.”

“Too much information,” Chazz and Jimmy chorused, and then looked at each other. “Psyche!” they yelled in unison, and pointed at one another. “One-two-three-four-five-six-seven! Jinx, you owe me a soda –“

“I had to go and push them to talk,” Coach complained to nobody in particular.