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Sex and Caffeine in Sofia; James Hetfield x Chris Broderick, NC-17 Smuuuuuuuuuuuut
Topic Started: April 23, 2011, 4:07 pm (3,326 Views)
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Co-Written by Torr and I (cause we're random and hilarious) through RP over the course of three days. Nothing is more awesome than an EPIC RP done through both emailing and IMing three days straight. We have a few scenes planned, and this is the first of them.

Without further ado, please enjoy the first installment of the hotness that is...

Sex and Caffeine in Sofia
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James grumbled as he walked towards the nearby coffee shop.  Fucking Lars and his fucking coffee addiction.  Bastard.  He had even asked him nicely.  So here he was.  Getting Lars coffee.  Tugging his cap lower over his eyes, he walked in and caught sight of another familiar face.  "Yo, Broderick!" 

Chris jumped, coffee splashing over his hand, as he looked around to see who'd called him. "Shit, James..." He put down his cardboard cup and shook off his wet hand. "What's up?" He smiled politely, ducking slightly under James' gaze. "Didn't expect to see you here."

Grabbing a napkin, James offered it to Chris.  "My almighty dictator sent me on a mission for coffee.  Are you hiding here to escape from yours?"  He laughed. "I can't imagine who is the worse dictator.  Dave or Lars."

He chuckled lightly as he cleared up the mess. "Heh, no. Just getting my hourly caffeine fix. Keeps me speedy, y'know."

"You need to figure out another way to stay speedy.  I keep telling Lars that this shit will kill him long before anything else."  James said, taking the seat across from Chris.  "So, I've gotta ask.  You afraid of me?  I promise I don't bite unless you tell me to." He couldn’t resist teasing the other guitarist.

His eyes widened. "A-afraid of you? No no. Just uh, shy. I still feel like a fan sometimes." He shuddered. "Heh, biting..." He muttered, the thought of James biting his way down his neck rising before he beat the thoughts down. It would never happen.

He grinned.  "You are one of us now.  Don't be afraid.  Or shy.  Though I'm the pot calling the kettle black when it comes to shyness."  James said with a wink.  His eyes trailed up Chris and he grinned wider.  "Dave has finally learned to pick his people well.  Girls probably go gaga for you."

He wrapped his arms around himself protectively, modestly. "I'd like to think that Dave chose me for my musical talent, not my ability to attract the ladies... not saying the attention isn't nice but..." He scratched the back of his arm.

James chuckled.  "I'm not saying that.  Just that it was one hell of a bonus to get someone as hot as you.  Plays fantastically and gorgeous?  Rare combo man."  He said, looking at his defensive posture.  "You're also one of the nicest guys I have ever met.  Big bonus."

Chris blushed. "Thanks," He smiled shyly. "You're not so bad yourself."

Shaking his head, James laughed.  "Nah.  I'm old and jaded compared to you."  He said, catching sight of his blush, his eyes darkening a fraction.  Kid was damn beautiful when he blushed.

"Old and jaded, my ass." He sipped his coffee. "For as long as the girls -and some of the guys- wanna be with you, the men want to be you and you can move 100,000 people with just words and actions... you'll never be jaded James." He looked James over with a smile. His dark blue eyes looked amazing in the morning light.

It was his turn to blush red.  "And you do the same with your guitar playing, so shut the hell up."  James looked over at him and grinned.  "Hell, you might be perfect if it weren't for your caffeine addiction.'  He added with a wink. 

Chris blushed deeply. If it wasn't for the scalding heat and wet elements, he'd be trying to hide in his coffee cup. James Hetfield just called him, in a roundabout way, perfect. He ran his hand through his hair and sipped his coffee again. "Nonsense." he whispered, barely audible.

His eyes twinkled as James smiled at Chris.  "Trust me kid.  I have been around the block enough times to know when I'm looking at a ten."  James winked at him again.  "Maybe an eleven."

Chris felt his face flush completely red. "I... I don't... know what to say."

About to say something else when he was interrupted by the waitress.  Scowling, he sent her scurrying away and stood.  "I should get back to my dictator beautiful.  Promise me we will talk again soon?"

He gasped when James called him 'beautiful'. How is he supposed to react to that? "Well," Chris stood up moments after James. "w-why don't you go take Lars his coffee..." He shuffled his feet. "And then text me. We can do lunch or something?"

James caught that gasp and smiled.  "Sounds like a plan kiddo.  I would need your number to do that though."  His eyes smoldered as he stared at Chris, daring him to do it, take that next step that he couldn’t go back from.

He went to walk past James but stopped at his side. Chris leaned up to his ear and whispered. "Ask Dave." He looked over to him and grinned. "Later Hetfield."

James shivered as Chris whispered in his ear.  Little brat would pay for that.  Grabbing Lars’ order, he hauled ass back to the hotel, gave it to him, then went to find Dave Mustaine.  Catching sight of the redhead finally, he walked up to him.  "Yo Dave.  Can you give me Broderick's phone number?"

"I could, James but, whatever would you want Chris' number for?" Dave asked, turning to him, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Want to set up a jam session.  Haven't seen him lately." James said, well aware that it was a complete shit explanation, but not caring. He would get the damn number if he had to beat it out of Dave.

"I'm not sure I believe that but," Dave grinned. "Got a pen?"

James searched his pockets and passed Dave a pen, intently watching him scribble it down.

"There." Dave said, handing over the phone number, still curious.

James grabbed the number eagerly and left the room. Dave and his curiosity could go to hell.  Pulling out his phone, he sent Chris a quick text.  'Where are you?'

Chris' phone vibrated in his pocket. He plucked it out and checked it. Although it was from a number he didn't recognize, he figured it was James'. 'I'm just hanging at the hotel. You?'

'It's James.  Wondering if you'd like a private jam session.  Would love to play with you.'  Heart jumping into his throat, he hit send. Where the fuck had he gotten the guts to do this?

'Are you propositioning me? I'd like to play with you too.' He bit his lip, realizing what he'd just sent and gulped.

'I might be. We will see.  Where in the hotel?'  James grinned.  This was fun. More fun than he had had in a long time. A good hunter always liked chasing worthy prey.

'Second floor, turn right out of the elevator and it's the last on the left.' Chris sent, staring at his phone after the message was gone, his heart pounding wildly.

James' breath caught in his throat as he got the instructions and did his best not to run up to the elevator and to his room. Grabbing his guitar, then heading to the right door, he took a deep breath before knocking calmly. 

Chris had been idly plucking at the strings of his 7-string, white Ibanez with his bare foot up on his chair. He heard a soft knock on his door and gathered himself thoroughly before setting his guitar down on its stand and answering it. He poked his head out and smiled shyly. "Come on in James.”

James held up his old school flying V and gave him a shy smile.  "Ready to jam?"

"Absolutely." He opened the door for James and turned back around to pick up his guitar, sitting down on his bed.

Walking into the room and kicking off his shoes and going to sit on the bed in just his black jeans and black tank top, James looked at Chris.  "Anything in particular you wanna play?"

He looked at James and shuffled in his place when he sat down next to him. "I-I'm not sure. Don't mind anything really."

Pondering the thought for a moment, James started to pluck out Rust in Peace, playing something familiar to make Chris comfortable.  Letting himself fall into the music, he closed his eyes and started to sing. Kinda felt weird, singing lyrics Dave had written.

Chris sighed and smiled at James, starting to join in with the opening riff. He appreciated the fact that he'd chosen a song that he'd played a lot, live and in practice but, he could've chosen a Metallica song and he'd have been as comfortable playing that. He listened to James sing and grinned wide.

"You tell him I know all the lines and you're dead, hot or not."  James threatened with a grin. 

Chris laughed and nibbled his lip. "I won't, you have my word."

James stared at his lip, unable to look away from the sight of him chewing on his lip making it more red and plump and delicious.  "Uhhh...g-good.  Yeah.  Good." 

Chris released his grip on his lip as he caught James looking at his lightly reddened lip. "Wanna try s-something else?"

"Sure.  What are you up for?"  James gave him a grin and winked. 

"Well, I can kind of know what you're up for." He grinned back and licked lightly along his teeth.

James snorted and watched him lick his teeth, licking his lips again. "I have a feeling you have no idea what I want exactly."

"No, you're right. I don't but, uh, that b... bulge in your jeans..." He gulped. "Is p-pretty hard to miss." Pretty hard to miss and impossible to ignore.

Glancing down at the front of his pants, James noted his obvious arousal and then looked up at Chris, situating his guitar in front of it, starting to play a Metallica riff from memory. "Yeah, sorry. Hazard when I'm sitting around a guy I find fucking hot."

Chris looked down at his own guitar and smiled shyly as he blushed a bright shade of beetroot. He picked up the harmony of the riff James was playing and glanced up at him from behind his hair.

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More to come soon!!
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GAH! I have always had a secret crush on Chris. :heart:
And now, JAMES && CHRIS!?!?!!? :drool :drool :drool :drool :drool :drool :drool

Holy Shit, this story is hott and they havn't even taken eachothers clothes off..... they will though... right? :biggrin

Also... BIG4 Het and Broderick?! SRSLY? I just watched BIG4 Sofia last night on VH1. :heart: :drool

CONTINUE!
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Ah, James you're such a flirt. Guitars, hot men and a hotel room can only lead to good things! And with what James is sporting. :biggrin I have a feeling this is going to be one HOT story! :drool

MOAR! :biggrin
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Oh, the innuendoes... and I'm surprised these two haven't ripped each other's clothes off yet! :biggrin :drool

MMMOOOAAARRR
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I cant believe it :love
I have never imagine this couple
but I just love em plz moreeeeeeeeee :gah :bow :bow
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chris is very pretty who woulnda wanna play with him?
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Godamnit! I ALWAYS LOVED CHRIS, this is sooooo hot! Good work, I love the couple :biggrin
Mooooore, please!! :drool :drool
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Here is the next part and let the yum begin!! Enjoy thoroughly guys.

Also, can I just say? Torr's innocent-but-not-really-innocent Chris is SOFUCKINGAMAZING.

.....that is all. On with the next part!
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James watched him blush and chuckled to himself as he inhaled and started to sing, just softly, so only the two of them could hear. "Mmm. You play very well. Picked that up no problem." He complimented.

"I can pick up a lot of songs that I know... from any part of the song." He blushed before he mumbled the next part. "I know a lot of Metallica stuff by heart."

He was unable to keep from grinning as Chris admitted that he knew a lot of Metallica stuff by heart. "Don't worry, I won't tell Dave. Anything you want to hear me play or sing?" James asked, looking up at him.

"I've always liked Devil's Dance...but, it's probably not a good idea." Chris tossed out the idea out there, his heart hammering at the idea of James singing that song for him.

James glanced over at him, his eyes narrowing in challenge. "Scared?"

"Never." Chris said, raising defiant eyes to James.

"Good." Closing his eyes, James started to sing. The provocative lyrics fell from his lips and he opened his eyes, the color now a dark blue, reflecting his lust and desire.

Chris started playing the intro at first but, as soon as James started to sing, his fingers just stopped. He looked at him and saw how lustful he looked, put his guitar down in its stand and closed his eyes, feeling what James was singing and playing.

He always pictured some chick, or SOMEONE in his head when he sang this song. Depending on his mood, it was a chick, or a guy. He wasn't picky. But now, now he sang for Chris. To seduce him. He fell headlong into the song, playing it from his heart.

Chris opened his eyes and watched James play. The toned down, sultry version. His heart thumped, felt like it was in his mouth. He felt his entire body flushed when he saw how James was looking at him. Singing to him. Playing for him.

James finished the song, his arousal even bigger than before, straining his pants behind his guitar. Dragging the last line out, he finally finished the song and let the last note fall off before turning to look at Chris, his voice rougher and hoarser than before. "Sorry. Got carried away."

A dazed smile fell across his face. "No apologies." Chris ran his hand through his hair and breathed out slowly

He blushed and looked down at his guitar. "Eh. Well. Maybe that wasn't a good choice of song." James started plucking out the melody to Enter Sandman.

He placed his hand over James' and smiled. "No, it was... perfect." He blushed. "A ten, maybe an eleven."

James laughed and looked up at Chris. "You are not allowed to use my own line against me you jerk." Reaching out, he put his guitar to the side and sighed a little bit, shifting so Chris wouldn't see how turned on he was and be nervous.

"I just did." He grinned.

Smirking, he looked over at Chris. "Yeah, I see why Dave likes you so damn much."

"Really?" Chris smirked. "Well aren't I just the personable person?"

James snorted and fell back against the pillows on the bed, not caring that it was now easy to see how turned on he was now. He had never given a flying fuck before. No need to start now. "You have no fucking idea. None. At fucking all."

Chris looked back at him. "I don't?"

Shaking his head, he looked up at the guitarist. "Everyone likes you. Everyone. Even Dave. Even Lars! Do you know how fucking impossible that is in our line of work?" James tried to explain, looking up at him.

Chris bowed his head. "I know, that's why I get embarrassed. Feel like I have to impress everyone. Always."

"Kid. You've already impressed us. You impressed Dave. Dave's said you're the best guitarist he's ever had. You don't think that's enough?" He asked, a laugh echoing in his throat again.

Chris shuffled back on the bed and pulled his knees up to his chest, resting his head on them. "I know and it's really, really flattering and it's kinda hard to get used to."

James pushed himself upright just enough and reached out, grabbing Chris by the upper arm and tugged the other guitarist on top of him. "Well, hurry the fuck up and start getting used to it." He said, teasing as he looked up at him.

Chris gasped as James brought him down on top of him. He growled ever so slightly as he felt James' obvious arousal collide with his hip and propped himself up on his elbows. "I'll try."

Hearing the growl made him grin as he said he'd try, rolling his hips in a slow motion and grinding against Chris. "Here's a lesson from someone who knows what the fuck they are talking about. Don't fucking try. Do."

He breathed a low 'fuck' as James rolled his hips against his. His hair fell down over his shoulder and he flipped it back.

Another low chuckle escaped his throat. "Fuck indeed. What an excellent idea. First though…." James grabbed the back of Chris' head and tugged him down for a deep and soul-searching kiss.

Chris sighed into their kiss and moved a hand blindly to the back of James' head and held on. His heart raced in his chest as his lips crushed against James'.

Eventually, after he had properly kissed and devoured the guitarists’ lips, James let him pull back and smirked up at him. "Now. What were you saying about being embarrassed?"

He sighed. "...nothing."

James' voice was quiet. "What's bothering you so much kid?"

"Nothing's bothering me." Chris said, though his answer didn’t ring of being 100% honest.

He frowned and leaned closer, nuzzling Chris' neck. "I'm the one with the closed-off personality Chris. What's wrong?"

"I just... spent my life looking up to you g-- you and now, uh, yeah." he grinned. "It's a little bit of a mind blower." He blushed further. "In a good way."

He snickered, looking up at him and smiled. "To us guys? Who? Me, Lars, Kirk and Dave? Who exactly have you been drooling over in secret?" James teased.

"Well, uh, you. Mostly." He kicked himself. Hard.

His eyes went wide and Chris blushed, darkly. "O-Oh….uh…um...

"You get hard, I get nervous." He chuckled, swiping his hair from his face.

"Well. Good thing we are past both of those." James muttered, looking up at him.

"Yeah," He sighed. "I guess so." Chris replied softly, looking back down at James. He traced James' chest tattoos with his hand and whispered. "Am I out of line?"

"Probably.  Do I care?  Hell no."  James said, grinning up at him. 

Chris smiled cheekily and leaned down to kiss James again, this time taking it the speed he wanted. Slow, sensual and all encompassing. He moved his hand from James' chest, down his arm, to his left hand.

James let Chris kiss him, responding slowly and leaning into it, pulling him closer.  "Mmmmm."

It was at that point that Chris finally gave in and let his passion for James take over. He felt his jeans tighten, head rush and James' hands gripping his long, dark hair.

Tugging on the long dark curls, James smirked up at him.  "Finally making a decision?  About time."  He said, grinding up and against him eagerly. 

"Making, no. Confirming, fuck... yes." He responded to James' eager grinding with some of his own.

James laughed again, grabbing his hips and tilting his head back with a loud moan.  "F-fuck yes..."  He panted out, staring up at Chris, licking his lips and letting his hips move and grind against him.  "Mmmm.  Your time on top is over."  He growled out and flipped them over, pinning him to the bed.  "My turn."

Chris groaned as his back hit the bed and James' body pressed down on his. "Uh huh, please..." He arched his hips up, lips searching for James' blindly.

Pinning Chris down to the bed, James kissed him long and deep, grinding against him hard and fast.  "You are mine now.  Mine.  Got that?"

"Only if you're mine back." Chris patted James' upper back. "I don't do... one way ownership." He added with a low rasp.

A smirk made its way up his lips and this time his kiss was slow and gentle, yet consuming.  "Mmmmmm.  Did the hottest guitarist in the room stake a claim to me?  Fuck yes."  Reaching down, James trailed his hand up his shirt slowly and pushed it up and then tugged it off.  His own followed shortly after.

He accepted James' advances and lifted his arms up so that he could strip him of his shirt, feeling inwardly self conscious of his looks, outwardly welcoming the skin on skin contact. He wrapped his strong, muscled arms back around James' warm body, stroking up and down his back and draping one of his long, denim-clad legs over James' back. He moaned when James' back muscles tightened under his hand God that's hot he thought to himself.

Kissing down his neck slowly, James worked his way down his chest, admiring the tan skin and muscles moving.  "God the fact that you don't wander around shirtless is a fucking CRIME."  He muttered, kissing lower and lowering his hand to rub at the front of Chris' pants.
He chuckled a little. "I don't like to attract--" Chris whimpered as James started to touch him. "Mmm... don't like to attract overt attention to myself." He arched against his hand. “But, thanks anyways."

"Too late for that."  James muttered, sucking on his collar bone before kissing lower, sucking a nipple into his mouth and sucking on it.  "Cause I noticed you.  Can tell Dave did too.  He just didn't approach you.  Dumbass."  He said, kissing his way to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment as the first.

He moaned softly as James sucked at various parts of his upper body. "I'm glad it was you and not... D-D-- oh god. Dave. Not Dave." He started to pant ever so slightly, breathing short breaths. "Inner-band stuff, just... no." He squirmed as James kissed down. "Fuck..."

James grinned at him.  "You and me both."  Watching him pant, he couldn't help but grin as he stared up at him, unzipping his pants slowly and slipping his hand inside him and stroke him slowly, smiling at Chris even more.  

"God..." He sighed, pushing into James' hand. "Fuck." Chris moaned softly. "Tighter..."

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Yes, I am ending it there. Yes, I am evil. :heart:
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NOOOOOOOOOOOO how can you be so bad
:gah I need moreeeeeee
is just getting hotter and sexier and GOOOOD
in fact you are EVIL :gah
anyway thx for this story is GREAT :love
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Omg, you can't stop there! :skull I'M GONNA DIE!
GAH! :gah
It was getting sooo HOTT!! :bed:

Liz's thoughts right now: sjklDfhksdjfhkjsdfh HOTT sjklhfhskl CHRIS sjkdfhsdjfhjsd JAMES lksdfhlksfsdl SEXYFUNTTIME :drool :drool :drool
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Don't. Stop! :drool
This is getting waaaaay too good! :biggrin I need moar! :drool :drool
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Not enough :gah :gah :gah 's in the world can tell you how frustrated I am that you ended it there! So much hotness! :bed:

MMOOAARR plz!!! :nanner:
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Since you all asked OH-SO nicely, I have decided to put up the third part of this a day early. (Consider it an Easter present for those of you that celebrate!)

Last part will be up tomorrow, however, Torr and I are in process of the second fic of what...is probably going to become a mini-series of these...uh...concert-fuckerings. Anyways. tl;dr, LOTS OF JAMESxCHRIS PRON FOR ALL TO BE HAD!!
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Staring up at the brunette, watching him arch even more.  "Yes sir."  James muttered, sliding his hand into Chris' boxers and wrapping his hand around his cock, tightening around him, squeezing him, eagerly.  

"Mmm, god yes..." Chris rolled his hips, sat up a little and grabbed onto James' forearms. "C'mere." He grinned, eyes full of lust and desire.

Smirking, James fell down on top of him and leaned into a deep kiss, loving the look in those dark eyes, growling into the kiss, his hand stroking Chris while they kissed.

Chris tangled his tongue slowly with James' as he pumped him at the same speed. He sucked and nibbled at James' lips, smiling into the kiss, emitting little chuckles here and there.

Pulling back out of the kiss, James frowned down at him.  "You aren't supposed to be giggling…."  He said.  

"Don't frown. It's not good for that smile of yours." He rubbed james' bicep with his thumb. "I'm enjoying myself. Some people laugh a little when they enjoy themselves."

James smiled a little bit and leaned down and kissed him again.  "As long as you are enjoying yourself."  He said, that boyish and shy grin appearing again before he leaned down and kissed his neck, sucking gently at the beautiful tan skin.

Chris craned his neck back and open for James, giving him more room to suck away at his neck, enjoying the attention thoroughly. He blindly reached between them for James' belt, flicking it open and popping the top button of his jeans open. His eyes rolled back in his head when James sucked on a particularly sensitive spot, a low moan escaping him.

Smirking against his neck as Chris gasped and his eyes rolled back, his hand froze for a moment as he felt Chris push his pants open, pulling his mouth away from his neck, staring down at him.  "What do you say we just lose the clothing?  This'll be the last time you can say stop.  Tell me how far you want to go now…"  James almost didn't recognize his voice, just above a low growl.  

Chris smirked back at him with a playful air creeping onto his face. "I'll tell you when we stop, James." He pushed up on his elbows and bit softly underneath James' chin, holding on gently with his teeth, he mumbled. "Not yet."

Chuckling, James shook his head and pulled his hand away from Chris' cock, moaning at the bite to his chin, shivering, yanking his pants down from around his hips, settling over Chris again and grinding their bare cocks together.  "Good.  Cause….fuuuuuuuuuck.  This feels so fucking GOOD…."  

"Mmmm, yeah, it does." He laid back and moaned, matching James' grinding motions.

Moving slowly, just rocking against him, savoring the tension and pressure, James leaned down and kissed Chris again, moaning long and low.  

A low growl bubbled from Chris' throat, James' moaning was driving him crazy. His arms snaked back around his hips, pulling him closer down to him, deeper into the kiss, harder against his cock. More pressure.

James arched backward and gasped, his mouth falling open in a perfect 'o' as another low moan escaped him and he rocked against him even more, harder and faster, a sudden fire lighting his whole body..  "Oooooooh.  Chris….more…"  James moaned out, pressing closer to him, his body shivering.

Chris took advantage of James having leaned back to nip at his jawline again, cheekily kissing and sucking down to the skull tattoo on the side of his neck. He moaned against his skin and captured some between his lips. His mind was totally blown. Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined this.

A shiver slowly moved down his spine as Chris kissed down from his jawline to the tattoo and the sensitive skin on the side of his neck there, moaning even more loudly as it was sucked into that fucking sinful mouth of his.  "F-fuck…ahhhh….god fucking….ahhhh.."  James stopped trying to make sense and just rocked faster against Chris, his body demanding, needing, more.  He was so fucking close, and they were going to come like this, dry humping like fucking teenagers.

"James," He hissed through a moan. "I... need more." He was gonna come pretty soon anyways but, he felt like he needed and wanted more than just a dry humping session. It was so damn vanilla but, god, it felt-- "so fucking good..." Yeah, that.

Trying to get his hips and his fucking willpower back under control, James swallowed hard and nodded.  "W-wanna tell me exactly what more is, so we can get the fuck to it?"  He growled out, every single cell in his body screaming for him to move and he resisted, barely.

He groaned deep. "I've never been fucked by a guy before but, I wanna try."

James huffed and blew out a breath and shook his head.  "No, you don't kiddo.  Trust me you don't.  You have no idea what you'd be gettin' yourself into."  

"Trust me, James. You don't know what I do in total privacy." Chris bit his lip. "All these years hiding sexual feelings away gets you to thinking about what it might... 'feel like'." He blushed, unable to believe he was admitting this to one of his fantasies. "So, I bought myself a few toys." He paused to smile. "You fantasize about who you want the owner of the rubber to be for the night and just... indulge."

He froze, staring down at Chris, that mental image rising until he couldn't stop it, Chris fucking himself with a vibrator, moaning louder and louder until he couldn't take it anymore.  "And who, exactly, were you fantasizing about?"  James asked with a smirk.  

"Oh, well, no-one in particular..." He teased, lips curling into a smirk. He ran his tongue along his teeth again, remembering how much James had liked it the first time..

James watched that sinful fucking tongue dance along white teeth and growled.  "Who, exactly, is no one in particular?"

He traced his thumb over James' lips and smiled. It's do or die Broderick... "Kirk."

His eyes fluttered a fraction at the feel of the thumb against his lips and James smiled back, though the shining light in his eyes died when Chris admitted it was Kirk he had thought of in those fantasies of his.  "Ahh.  Course.  Kirk's fucking gorgeous."  James said, grinning and hiding behind it, leaning closer and pressing his lips against Chris'.  

"Of course..." He mumbled between brief contact. "He wasn't the only one." Chris indulged himself in James' mouth for a few seconds. "I've fantasised... about you... fucking me hard... for fuck knows how long James."

James felt his heart plummet all the way to his stomach at the 'of course' he received.  He hated the little rush of hope that swept him up when Chris said that Kirk wasn't the only one, his breath catching as Chris admitted that…that…he groaned again.  "Goddamnit Chris.  You want me to make your first time fucking perfect and you tell me shit like that?"  James asked, laughing a fraction and resting his head against his shoulder.  "Old man here.  You're gonna fucking kill me."

"James..." he breathed softly. "Please."

Inhaling slowly, James opened his eyes and rested their foreheads together.  "Toys or not, you sure?  'm bigger than any toy you've got."  He muttered.

"I'll say please, one last time." He trailed his hand down from James' waist to his ass and squeezed it lightly. "Next time, I won't be so nice." He kneaded the flesh under his hand. "I want you to."

"Fine."  James growled, staring down at him, moaning as his ass was kneaded, rocking against him again.  "You got lube stashed anywhere around here with those toys?"  

"Naturally." He rasped out, matter of factly. "Front pocket, bag under the bed." Chris directed.

Grunting, though his lips curled in a grin, James stretched over the bed and grabbed the plastic tube, tugging it out.  "Now, first.  To get you the fuck out of these pants…."  

"I almost forgot about them..." He smiled. "That could've been interesting." Very interesting. And hot. Damn fucking hot.

James grinned.  "I'll fuck you in a closet one of these days with your pants around your thighs.  Then you can enjoy the full effect."

Chris growled softly. "Mmmm, I'd love that." He reached between them and slowly helped James get him out of his pants.

James laughed.  "I bet that you would!!"  Once they were both free of their clothes, he stared down at Chris.  "Damn..." 

His mouth hung open a little. "Damn yourself..." Chris held his hips, hands roaming over his now full naked body. His fantasies were nothing compared to having the real thing laid over him, primed, naked and ready.

He chuckled.  "No need to pretend to be impressed."  James said, running his hand up Chris’ chest slowly, grabbing the lube and squeezing it out and onto his fingers, staring up at Chris.

He moaned when James ran his hand passed a puckered nipple. "I don't pretend anything."

He gasped and arched at the touch.  "Nnnnnn.  Told you.  No need to bullshit me, I'm not going anywhere."  James said, spreading Chris' legs and pressing one finger gently against him. 

"I know." He brought his knees up towards him, either side of James as he rubbed his finger against him. "Uhh..." His hips bucked a little at James' touch.

His eyes darkened to a cobalt blue as Chris spread his legs and moaned for him.  Pressing one finger into him slowly, James was careful, staring up at Chris.  "Tell me if it hurts."  He ordered, stretching him.

"Oh fuck..." He breathed slowly as James finally pressed a digit inside him. "I will." Chris moaned quietly and arched against him.

Watching Chris moan was unbelievably hot, and James forced himself to breathe slowly as he stared at him.  "Good."  He choked out, stretching him more before starting to press in a second finger.

He held the back of James' head, pressing their foreheads gently together. "Oh god, yeah." As he felt a second finger move in, his eyes fell closed and he started panting. "James..." He brushed his nose against James', his moving fingers driving him wild. "Fuck... yes."

Watching Chris as he stretched him slowly, his long fingers reaching deep inside the brunette, finally finding that spot inside him and pressing tightly against it.  "Ever touched yourself like this before?  Pressed those long fingers deep inside you, making yourself scream?"  His words came out a purr as he stared down at Chris.

His eyes flew open as James pushed against the little bundle of nerves and shuddered a moan out. "No... holy sh-shit." He growled harshly as James rubbed. "Nnnnnn... fuck..." He pushed down against his hand and whined. "Fuuuck!"

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Uh. Yeah. There's ANOTHER hot cliffhanger for y'all. Sorry, but not really? :) I KNOW I'M EVIL I'M SORRY!!
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