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| One Night in Romania; James HetfieldxChris Broderick, Sequel to Sex and Caffeine in Sofia | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 3, 2011, 3:44 pm (3,908 Views) | |
| ElisabethOrion | May 8, 2011, 12:41 am Post #46 |
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I'm creatively constipated.
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![]() <---- JAMES WILL DO THAT CHRIS!! YA HEAR ME?!
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| namenlos | May 8, 2011, 12:51 am Post #47 |
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It's supposedly called "Imegacame."
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| Oh Hell | May 8, 2011, 12:59 am Post #48 |
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Outlaw Torn
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Eeets mega scurry I know that! @Liz: Heee heee de heee!
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| namenlos | May 8, 2011, 1:04 am Post #49 |
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How do we know we don't make that face after we "megacame"?
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| Oh Hell | May 8, 2011, 1:12 am Post #50 |
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I'm not telling you that XD |
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| namenlos | May 8, 2011, 1:25 am Post #51 |
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Sex in front of a mirror?
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| Aria | May 8, 2011, 2:03 am Post #52 |
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Blackened
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I actually did that in another of my fics....hmmm....not sure if we'd do it again in this one.... |
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| Oh Hell | May 8, 2011, 12:21 pm Post #53 |
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uhnovideocamera. |
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| Oh Hell | May 8, 2011, 12:38 pm Post #54 |
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Okay so, this is the final part of this part. Ashley's already started editing Scene 3 so, that oughta be on its way soon! Enjoy the smutty smuttish smut. --------------------------------------------------------- Another smirk curled James' lips and he pushed all of the way into him. "I want you to stay that way too. I just... fucking l-love... possessing your body..." Leaning closer, James kissed the side of his neck. A moan ripped through Chris, his lips tearing apart as James rutted as far into him as he could. "H-Hold... a second." He panted, adjusting to the new position from which he was being taken. "Shit... my god..." His fingers tightened against the wall, his body shivering. James chuckled against his throat and grinned even more widely. "Doesn't it feel incredible and good? I know that it must. Having my cock deep inside you, must be incredible. James purred against his wet skin of Chris' neck. Chris chuckled. "Cocky bastard." One of his hands left the wall and cradled James' face. He placed a kiss on his cheek and smiled against his stubbly skin. "Now that you've got it inside me again, you may as well put it to good use." Another short kiss. "...and yeah it feels great, different." Groaning at the kiss, James leaned into it and smirked as Chris ordered him to move. "I think I shall do just that." He said, pulling out and then pressing into him again. Fuck the kid was so tight, so good, so hot. "Take my hips." He moaned shortly against James' ear, his strong arms keeping him there, upright. He massaged James' temple slowly, whimpering. James was so big inside him, so big and so good. Reaching down, he grabbed Chris' hips and yanked him back against him as he watched him whimper and started to press into him harder and faster, pounding into him, the water hitting their bodies, making him shiver. "Fuck, you are so good baby." James purred out. He moaned before patting James' cheek with a cheeky smile. "Not so harsh..." He looked him right in his eyes. "I'll make a softie out of you yet, Hetfield." Chris said as he slowly matched James' every thrust. "Evidently, not today but, soon." His heart flip flopped at the look Chris was giving him, flushing darkly as Chris threatens to make a softie out of him. "How do you propose to do that?" He panted against Chris' neck, pressing in slower, savoring the touch instead of the wild rutting from a moment before. "By showing you how to gain a little balance and control." He moaned long and hard. "But," He sighed. "we'll get to that. Right now, for some reason," He chuckled. "I want it so hard that I don't wanna be able to feel my legs." He groaned. "And I know you can give me that." James growled even louder as Chris told him he wanted it hard and fast, leaning closer and licking his lips, pulling out, then slamming into him. He started a rapid pace, moving in and out of him hard and fast, staking his claim on Chris, holding his hips in place as he slammed into him over and over again. "I'll give you that. Don't worry." He promised. James' sudden upping of the tempo left Chris breathless. His voice dissolved away into the hazy steam surrounding them, moaning loudly against the side of James' head. He quickly lost the thread of control that he had left and started clawing the wall, finding his grip and seizing it, just as James brushed over his prostate, hitting it hard and fast. "Bring me off..." He rasped loudly. "Please James..." Another smirk curled his lips as Chris begged for him to get him off, reaching around him with one of his hands, stroking him hard and fast, watching him. "Don't worry baby, I'll get you off. Make sure you scream." James said, making sure to angle all off his following thrusts to make sure he hit Chris' prostate. He loosely kissed his face between long, labored breaths and moans. "K-kiss... me." Shifting his position a little bit, James turned Chris' head and kissed him gently and deeply, a total contradiction to the force of his thrusts and the way his other hand was running over his cock eagerly. "Mmmmm..." Chris sighed deeply, handing James his control back. He swallowed James' every word and sound, rolling his hips back to meet James'. He moaned hard as he felt himself start to come. His lips failing at James' mouth, both hands sliding down the wall in front of him. "Oh fuck, James." He groaned, forcing himself back. Losing any and all semblance of control, James thrust into him a few more times before he exploded and came inside Chris, exploding and going completely limp against him, panting against him eagerly. "Mmmm... Chris, you're so incredible..." He whispered against his neck and purred. Chris pressed his cheek against the wall in between his fraught hands. "So are you... James." He panted slowly. "Slipping..." He warned. Pulling away from him, James lifted him and wrapped his arms around Chris, tugging him back against his chest. "I've got you baby. Don't worry." Chris smiled lazily. "Now, I'm the one who's worn out..." He whispered. He sat down on the floor, laying back, stretching himself out. "Ahhh, much better." The water bounced off his body, washing his sweat away. Looking down at Chris, James knelt down and smiled at him, looking at him a little worriedly. "Didn't hurt you did I? I keep forgetting how new you are to this... I should have been much more gentle..." He muttered, leaning down and kissing him softly and gently. "No. Not at all." He grinned happily against James' lips. "I feel just fine... said I didn't wanna feel my legs." He smirked. "You got pretty damn close." James smiled, looking over at Chris, brushing some of his hair out of his face. "You are beautiful and incredible. Thank you for letting me touch you." He said, trailing his fingers down his cheek gently. He smiled, biting his lip. "Stop it, James, you're making me blush." He leaned into his touch, kissing his fingers. "I'll make you blush all I want!" James said indignantly, looking down at him, grinning. "We should get out of the shower at some point though..." He nodded, pushing up on his elbows. "My skin's gonna go all funny lookin'." He wrinkled his nose and stood up, standing back under the spray to wash the sweat out of his hair. Looking at Chris as he stood up, James went ahead and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel, starting to dry himself off, looking back at Chris. "Your skin will still look incredible and beautiful." James told him, looking over at him with a grin. Chris blushed, following James out. He grabbed a towel, wrapped it around his waist and then picked up another and started rubbing through his hair. He caught James' eyes and smiled shyly. Reaching over, James grabbed his hands and shook his head. "No. Let me." James said softly, taking the towel, starting to dry his hair slowly, rubbing at his scalp, massaging and drying his hair. He felt a spark course through him as James touched his hands, blinking. "Thanks..." He rested his arms over James' shoulders and made tiny sounds of pleasure. Smiling at him, James continued to rub at his hair gently. "Don't thank me. I love doing this for you. I know how good this can feel." He said softly, watching Chris enjoy the touches. He sighed. "Long hair wears my head out but, I love it. A massage is always appreciated... but, usually, I pay for it." He grinned. "Indian head massages are amazing." James smiled and leaned a little closer and nuzzled his neck. "I know. I used to do the same for Lars. I'll do this for you as often as you like." He whispered, purring happily and quietly. Chris smirked. "Lars, huh? Who'd have thought." He teased him. A flicker of pain crossed his eyes and he forced a smile. "Yeah, I know. Just for a good chunk of the 80's. Nothing after that." James said softly, continuing to rub and dry his hair. He flinched. "Oh, that was a 'shut up, Chris' look. Remind me not to toe the line..." He turned a dark red and shook his hair. His eyes widened and shook his head. "Oh, no, no it wasn't. That was a uh... painful memory. That's all. I'd never tell you to shut up." James said, smiling at Chris, kissing his cheek again. "Sorry." He stroked James' cheek with his thumb. "We all have them." James smiled and kissed Chris' hand gently. "No need to apologize. It's in our past. Lars and I have come to terms with it. I never want you to be afraid to tell me something." "Well, that's good." He ruffled James' hair, walking passed him, back into the bedroom. "We should go for a walk or something." He mused. "See what this town's got to offer. Who knows, I might get to drink something other than coffee." Following him out and into the room, James nodded and walked over to his suitcase. "Sounds like a terrific idea." He said, smiling at Chris. "Since we have the town to ourselves. No one knows we're here yet. We should run by the line outside the concert hall. Buy them water or some shit." James suggested. "Hey, that sounds like fun but, uh, James?" He chuckled as he lifted his 'heavy' suitcase onto the bed. "Don't cause a fan storm?" He smirked at him. Staring at the muscles on his back flexed as he lifted the suitcase, James licked his lips. "I make no promises. Comes with the territory kid. You're more likely to cause a storm. I've gotten old." He said, winking at him. "Yeah, the odd spotty kid wanting to know technical stuff..." He rifled through his suitcase for some clean clothes, picking out a button up shirt and cargo pants. "I remember one time at one of your shows in Colorado..." He smiled nostalgically. "We're talking maybe 18 or so years ago, I was waiting in line outside a venue... and you and Kirk came down to scope us all out. I was right down at the front of the line with some friends. We saw you play three days in a row and not once did I actually see you come near us." He grinned. "The hectic life of a rock star." James flushed in embarrassment as Chris told him that and rubbed the back of his head. "Man. Sometimes this sucks. I want to get to know fans like you. But some others just... make that really difficult." Pulling on the rest of his clothes, a hat and sunglasses he grinned at Chris. "Come on. Let's go make some fans life. That's the best part about this." "Yeah, I get that!" He agreed on the difficult fans issue. He put his clothes on and smiled at James. "I always loved that cowboy hat of yours. The thing that's funny now is that, I've finally ridden this cowboy..." He grinned. His eyes widened and he blushed, looking down, turning his back to Chris as he moved towards the door. "Y-yeah. Let's get going." Fin. |
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| namenlos | May 8, 2011, 12:44 pm Post #55 |
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HOLY HELL IN A HANDBASKET.
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| ElisabethOrion | May 8, 2011, 1:56 pm Post #56 |
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I'm creatively constipated.
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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE /thatisall |
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| Jik Hyun | May 8, 2011, 9:58 pm Post #57 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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that was fuck ass hot. |
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| larscriancinha | May 9, 2011, 3:28 am Post #58 |
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kjshfkchbjvdhxnl. /dies.
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| Olyamet | May 10, 2011, 9:03 pm Post #59 |
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Jäger.....
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Um... um... bvcdertyuikjhgfdswertyuikjhgbfvds!!! *Dead* Dear mother of fuck... that was HOT!!! |
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