In the Heat of the Moment
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
3,699
Reviews:
35
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 1 - Part I
1
One of the things I never forgot was how hot it was that summer, the type of hot that would cause a near non-existent crime rate to rise tremendously, and your mind to play tricks on you making you see funny near impossible things.
It was far from uncommon to hear the constant radio broadcasts urging people to stay inside unless it was an emergency and pleading with whatever homeless there were in this picture perfect suburb to find a shelter.
I never forgot how it was because the heat seemed to make people wilder, more sex crazed and…creepier. Even the news seemed to be constantly filled with wild-eyed prophets and messiahs each proclaiming messages of doom, mass suicide and the end of the world as we know it. Even the occasional riot over whether Slayer was a million times better than Metallica didn’t help; and then I really had to wonder if it was approaching the end of the world or not.
My crazy dysfunctional family didn’t make things much better. I remember because at the start of this whole disaster I had just gotten off for my summer break after my year as a freshman at college and was spending most of the days cooling down in front of the fridge. The air conditioning has broken, but I was too afraid to ask my software engineer dad for money to call someone to fix it because I was nearly a hundred percent sure he was having a nervous breakdown.
My lawyer of a mother on the other hand was making it blatantly obvious that she was having an affair with at least five different men; and at times, if I was very unlucky I could hear her ecstasy filled moans, shrieks and screams bouncing off the walls of the house blended with my dad’s loud animated conversations with his imaginary friend Roy.
Looking back at it all though, I guess one of the things that kept me together was the upcoming Infant Altar concert a couple of months from now at an amphitheatre near me. I was a diehard metal fan, and thrilled could not possibly begin to describe what I felt knowing that I would be able to see the band live in performance. Sure, there were going to be other bands there that I liked performing, but if you’ve ever listened to an Infant Altar track and are into metal you’ll know that a part from the awesome bass, drums and chilling lyrics, there’s nothing more shocking than the lead singer Espen’s voice.
His deep guttural roars are more terrifying and demonic than any death and black metal band I’ve ever heard, and his sharp high pitch screams can shatter glass.I reasoned that if I was going to shoot myself, I had to at least see the performance of the century first.
Infant Altar was the first and only Norwegian death metal band to have a string of hits that were sitting in the billboard top ten in positions one, two, three, five and seven with no intention of moving. He was everywhere. I could see Espen singing on nearly every music channel from here to France roaring about a rebellion while the religious freaks and conservatives raged on and on about the moral decay of our society. Each night I’d watch the band’s videos on youtube of them performing at concerts in the US and Europe but could not find one single interview with them. To me it only made them more metal, and Espen more of a god despite his average height and pretty, unmetal appearance; and on Friday night of the third week of my summer holidays, as I stroked myself in the dark while listening to the CD I made of the band performing at some café in London, I decided that once he got here I was going to fuck him.
This was such a short chapter. The slashy parts are on their way so just bear with me.
One of the things I never forgot was how hot it was that summer, the type of hot that would cause a near non-existent crime rate to rise tremendously, and your mind to play tricks on you making you see funny near impossible things.
It was far from uncommon to hear the constant radio broadcasts urging people to stay inside unless it was an emergency and pleading with whatever homeless there were in this picture perfect suburb to find a shelter.
I never forgot how it was because the heat seemed to make people wilder, more sex crazed and…creepier. Even the news seemed to be constantly filled with wild-eyed prophets and messiahs each proclaiming messages of doom, mass suicide and the end of the world as we know it. Even the occasional riot over whether Slayer was a million times better than Metallica didn’t help; and then I really had to wonder if it was approaching the end of the world or not.
My crazy dysfunctional family didn’t make things much better. I remember because at the start of this whole disaster I had just gotten off for my summer break after my year as a freshman at college and was spending most of the days cooling down in front of the fridge. The air conditioning has broken, but I was too afraid to ask my software engineer dad for money to call someone to fix it because I was nearly a hundred percent sure he was having a nervous breakdown.
My lawyer of a mother on the other hand was making it blatantly obvious that she was having an affair with at least five different men; and at times, if I was very unlucky I could hear her ecstasy filled moans, shrieks and screams bouncing off the walls of the house blended with my dad’s loud animated conversations with his imaginary friend Roy.
Looking back at it all though, I guess one of the things that kept me together was the upcoming Infant Altar concert a couple of months from now at an amphitheatre near me. I was a diehard metal fan, and thrilled could not possibly begin to describe what I felt knowing that I would be able to see the band live in performance. Sure, there were going to be other bands there that I liked performing, but if you’ve ever listened to an Infant Altar track and are into metal you’ll know that a part from the awesome bass, drums and chilling lyrics, there’s nothing more shocking than the lead singer Espen’s voice.
His deep guttural roars are more terrifying and demonic than any death and black metal band I’ve ever heard, and his sharp high pitch screams can shatter glass.I reasoned that if I was going to shoot myself, I had to at least see the performance of the century first.
Infant Altar was the first and only Norwegian death metal band to have a string of hits that were sitting in the billboard top ten in positions one, two, three, five and seven with no intention of moving. He was everywhere. I could see Espen singing on nearly every music channel from here to France roaring about a rebellion while the religious freaks and conservatives raged on and on about the moral decay of our society. Each night I’d watch the band’s videos on youtube of them performing at concerts in the US and Europe but could not find one single interview with them. To me it only made them more metal, and Espen more of a god despite his average height and pretty, unmetal appearance; and on Friday night of the third week of my summer holidays, as I stroked myself in the dark while listening to the CD I made of the band performing at some café in London, I decided that once he got here I was going to fuck him.
This was such a short chapter. The slashy parts are on their way so just bear with me.