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Rolled Over, Down Under; Part Three, James/Chris Broderick, NC-17, Smuttilicious
Topic Started: May 9, 2011, 8:47 pm (3,207 Views)
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Co-written by me and Aria, for you. Hehe let the games begin! It's part three girlies. Hold onto your hats, it's a wild one. Emphasis on wild. If you've not read the first two parts, it may be wise to do so! Here are the links. Sex and Caffeine in Sofia & One Night in Romania. Enjoy :heart:

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Two months. Two whole months and he had not managed to steal one MOMENT alone with Chris. Not since their early trip to Bucharest that, aside from the brief walk that they had taken, had been a total fuck-a-thon. It had been incredible. And then to go into NOTHING was torture. Groaning, he flopped on his hotel bed. He was tired of having to rely on his hand and memories of what they had had together to get him off. He wanted the real thing. In his bed, riding his cock. Pulling out his phone, he hit the speed dial for Chris and held the phone to his ear, praying that he would be in a private spot, so he could get some kind of release. Anything at all would be better than the nothing he was currently dealing with.

Chris missed James. He missed his presence. A lot. They'd gone from four days of almost constant, amazing sex... to absolute zero. They were both... just elsewhere. Chris was touring, James was taking time off. Chris was currently in his hotel room in Oregon the night before Megadeth's next gig. His phone was vibrating vigorously on his hotel night stand, it was kinda late. He'd been laying on his bed, relaxing. 'Must be Dave.' He thought with a stretch, leaning over to pick it up. An excited smile rose on his face as he looked at the backlit screen. He gasped and tapped the green button on the screen to answer it. "James... god, what took you so long?" Chris asked.

James chuckled. "Your fingers broken beautiful? You could have called me." He teased, laying back on the bed. "Damn, but I won't lie. It's good to hear your voice again. How have you been Chris?" He asked, his voice low and husky.

"I'm sorry." He sighed. "I've been so busy with the band. I keep meaning to call you..." He smiled softly, purring down the receiver. "I'm good but, I've missed you." Chris laid his arm under his head and lay down. "What've you been up to?"

"Oh fuck off. Don't apologize. I've had the same problem." James said, stretching out on his bed, curling up a little afterward. "I've missed you too. And I haven't been doing anything other than writing. Lyrics just aren't there." He said, his frustration echoing in his voice.

"You'll get there, James. You always seem to. Lyrics don't always come straight to one's mind." He whispered softly. "Don't stress out over them." Chris breathed out, wishing he could be touching James, reassuring him.

James closed his eyes and let Chris' voice drift over him. "Wish you were here." He said softly. Everything would be easier if Chris was here. James couldn't help feeling that that was true.

Chris' heart flipped in his chest. "I really wish that I could be... or that you could be here." Either or didn’t matter.

His heart squeezed even more tightly. "You'd like it here. It's beautiful. I could show you my house." James said, laying back on the bed.

"I'd like that." He smiled happily. "Moreover, the fact that I'd get to see you and be somewhere beautiful, again..." He leaned up on his elbow, brushing over the covers.

"I'd make to show you my bedroom. King size bed I could spend the entire day, just an entire day in bed with you." James whispered, reaching down and starting to rub himself through his jeans. "Kiss you until your lips were swollen and plush... and you'd want more, need more." He needed that. More than he could fucking breathe.

"You'd have to bring in the Marines to get me out of your bed, James. Forcefully, anyways..." He slid his hand inside his sweatpants, slowly teasing over himself. Chris rolled back over, getting comfortable. He softly gripped his lower lip between his teeth.

James groaned and closed his eyes, imagining just that. "Oh god baby, I wish you were here so bad. Wish that it was your hand on my cock instead of mine." He said softly, holding the phone closer to his ear, panting into the receiver.

Chris couldn't help but growl when James spoke to him like that. They were definitely on the exact same wave length. He leaned over the side of the bed, feeling devious. "Mmmm... I know you'd prefer something better than my hand..." He routed through his drawer and pulled out his favorite toy and some numbing lube. He gently picked up his own cock and slowly started to stroke it, preparing the toy with his other hand.

"Of course I would, but I'd settle for that, compared to my own." James purred out, moaning softly. "God, I could only imagine, either pressing my cock further into your lips and then making love to you, low and slow, then hard and fast." He said, whimpering, thrusting into his hands.

He slicked the toy in his hand. Taking a deep breath in, he shucked his pants off, kicking them off the bed. Just as James told him how he wanted him, a groan rumbled through him. He spread his legs at his knees, pulling them up. He dropped his hand between his knees and rubbed over his tight entrance. "I miss the way you fuck me... so hard and reckless." He dipped his finger tip in and out. "Miss it so much..."

Groaning again, he heard the shuffling of clothes being pulled off and imagined the sight, all of Chris' skin beneath him. "Oh baby..." James whispered. "I wish I could fuck you so hard. I would make you arch and scream and moan... are you touching yourself now, thinking about it?" He asked, the idea driving him wild.

He slid his finger right the way in, his breath hitching. "Yes..." It was both an answer and a statement. "Bet you'd love to be here right now, huh?" He angled his fingertip up and juddered it against his inner walls, teasing himself.

Biting his lip, James squeezed himself slowly. "Oh god, yes I would Chris. Watch you finger-fuck yourself, getting ready for me." He purred out, squeezing and stroking himself gently.

He pulled his finger out and added a little more lube to his fingers, pressing two back in. "Oh god..." He whimpered. "I'll have to do this for you when we see each other again." Chris said, imagining driving James wild doing just that.

Listening to Chris whimper, James moaned again, wishing for the hundredth time that the brunette was there, not hours and hours away through a phone. "Oh god yes baby. Are you gonna fuck yourself with a toy, pretending it's almost as good as me?" He growled out.

"Mmmm... uhhh yeah..." He moaned. "Just... just like I used to." He stretched himself further and further, relaxing himself. The delectable calm before the imminent storm.

James gasped, the thought so hot that he felt the pulse from his cock through his entire body. "Fuck yes... tell me how it feels Chris. Tell me how good it feels." James started to stroke himself even quicker, the thought just wild.

"Nnnn... feels great so far." He withdrew his fingers and picked up the toy, setting his iPhone onto loud speaker, he laid it next to him.

James growled quietly, letting his phone fall to the pillow next to him. "That's not fucking descriptive and you know it. Tell me what my cock would feel like, driving into you." He ordered.

He groaned softly, circling the toy against his entrance, insides tingling in anticipation. "Uhh..." Chris moaned. "Amazing. Stretching me to my limit... filling me up... deep..." He breathed out harshly and started pushing the vibrating toy into him. "Nnnn... fuck..."

Shuddering even harder, James couldn't help but stare up at the ceiling. "Oh god..." He whispered, licking his lips even more. "You're using a vibrator, aren't you Chris." His cock throbbed violently at the thought, bringing him even closer to coming at just the thought. "Fuck..."

He picked up his cock with a grin. "Do you hear it?" Chris stroked himself slowly, reveling in the noises James was making.

"Oh fuck, I can hear it, I hear it... vibrating inside you... press it further in." James commanded.

He did as James told him and slid it further in. "Oh god, James, it's so good." He moaned. "Can't help... but imagine that it's your cock..." He whimpered. "Just can't..." He grabbed the end of it and began grinding down on it.

Gasping as Chris told him that he was imagining that he was the one fucking him. God this was so fucking incredible. "That's it baby. Grind down against me. You want more of my big thick cock inside you, will you moan, beg for it? Beg for me baby." James whispered softly.

He stroked himself faster. He moaned as he turned up the vibrations. "Oh James, yes... please... I want more of your gorgeous cock inside of my tight ass... please..." He groaned hard, flushing at his own voice, the desperation he felt making him shudder.

"Don't worry baby. I'll drive harder and deeper into you. I'll fuck you and drive you wild." James promised, his hips bucking up and into the air, unable to keep from moaning louder. "Oh god, please, please... scream for me Chris." He whispered, looking at the phone, imagining Chris beside him, thrashing, overcome with desire and need.

Listening to James 'next to him' was driving him absolutely wild. "Oh ffff... fuck yeah..." He clenched his teeth tight shut as the toy buzzed against his prostate hard. He let go a strangled scream of pleasure. "Fuck..." He held his throbbing cock tight in his hand as he grabbed the toy and fucked himself hard with it. "I need you, James... this toy... it's fucking-- oh god... no match..." He panted hard, moaning and whimpering, stroking himself in rapturous time with the toy moving inside of him.

James felt his cock jump as Chris screamed, making him shudder and swear, hearing Chris beg for him, gasping, his hand moving so fast over him that he could barely keep control, listening to Chris moan and pant and whimper, obviously turned on and close. "Oh please baby, come for me baby." James begged, pulsing in his hand with a low moan. God, he was gonna explode any second now, he could feel it.

"Ohmygod..." He moaned. "Oh god, I'm coming..." He growled low in his throat, stroking himself hard before spilling over his hand and stomach. Chris quickly but steadily pulled the toy out, shuddering all over. "Holy... fuck..."

It was the growl that sent him over, made James arch off the bed and moan even more loudly as the tingle started all of the way from his toes to his until his cock exploded and he coated his chest, panting as he stared at the phone next to him on the bed. "H-Holy... shit..."

"James... you need to get your ass down here and see me." His legs were trembling, chest raising and falling harder and harder. "If only for a day, it'd suffice."

James panted, trying to catch his breath, looking down at the mess on his chest, turning to the phone, his heart dropping as he realized that he was still alone. "Soon. I'll come up as soon as I can. I promise. I don't care where you are, I'll come see you. I'll call you soon. This will have to hold us over til then." James said, not too happy about that, but nothing else he could do about it.

His face fell slightly, suddenly feeling awfully lonely. "Yeah..." He sighed sadly. "We're still in the states for a couple of weeks..." Chris added with a little smile.

His heart tightened at the sad sigh that escaped Chris. "I'll see if I can make a trip down." James said, leaning over and kissing the receiver.

"Sleep well babe." He finished softly, blushing as he kissed the receiver back. "Missing you..."

"Missing you too." James said, whispering as he looked at the receiver before closing it gently, sighing and curling up. Fuck he missed that kid.

Chris smiled softly as he touched the screen in front of him, laying it back on the night stand. He stood from his bed, heading to the bathroom to clean himself and his used toy up... eventually tucking himself up in bed, ready to put more into his gig the next day.

James cleaned himself up and flopped back and onto the bed, sighing and curling up, missing Chris, wishing that he was here.

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Phone sex! Posted Image Posted Image
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What a conversation! :drool
I agree. I think James needs to get his ass up there and see Chris!


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Let's do a time warp agaaaaain! (yes, I'm cheesey, bite me.) We've jumped forward to mid-december now. Enjoy the next bitsy :biggrin

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Months. Six to be precise. That's how long it'd been since Chris had seen James in the flesh. He never came to see him after that phone call. No time. Constant movement. It'd left him frustrated and a little upset but, he'd carried on as normal. Day after day, city after city, gig after gig. Without him it was pretty lonely. They'd skyped and called each other but, at the end of the day, there was still no physical contact. Today, Megadeth are to play a gig in Australia, the third to last night on tour before Christmas break. Exciting yet, a little empty.

James had had to beg and plead with Lars to let him go and finally he had admitted why he wanted to go to Australia. Lars had just smirked at him and told him to haul ass. He had done just that. He couldn't even remember what clothes he had thrown into his carry-on. All he knew was that he had three days off. Three days that he could spend with Chris not worrying about a single thing. And a quick call guaranteed him getting into the Megadeth concert. Slipping in after the opening band, he greeted a few familiar faces and looked around, catching sight of Chris, waiting for him to notice him, even as it got perilously close to time for them to get out on stage. "Yo, Broderick!" He called out, waving at him.

Chris was popping in his ear pieces, watching the road crew rush around the side of the stage. He took his guitar from his guitar tech and smiled his thanks. He strummed a couple of chords out, checking the perfect tuning. He never needed to, it's just a comfort thing. He'd grabbed a towel from the top of a nearby amp and wiped his face. Looking around, he caught sight of Dave... talking to a tall man in a cowboy hat. 'Nah, can't be.' He thought, shaking his head. 'Wishful thinking.' Then, he heard him call his name. "James?" He started approaching him, the action confirming the fact that he wasn't dreaming. "James!" He tried not to run towards him excitedly. He -casually- put his guitar behind his back and wrapped his arms around him, hugging him tight.

He lit up at the sight of Chris coming towards him, trying not to hurry. Ignoring the suspicious look from Dave, he wrapped his arms around Chris and hugged him tight. James snuck a quick kiss to Chris' neck and pulled away, grinning at him and ruffling his hair. "Go have a killer show kid, I'll be here afterward." Giving him a quick wink, he turned back to Dave. "You go have a good show too old man. I'll be watching and I'll kick your ass if you don't."

Dave rolled his eyes. "Oh fuck off James."

James grinned and puckered his lips in a kiss. "Love you too Dave. Get going!"

Dumbfounded, he blushed and whispered. "Watch me wish this show away." Chris smiled softly and fixed his guitar on his shoulder. Dave came up to him and clapped him on the back before heading out on stage. Chris followed, looking back at James with a grin.

James crossed his arms and hung out back stage, watching them rock out, shaking his head at some of their antics as he watched the show crawl by, seeming to take forever. Eager to get back already, he watched as they all ran off stage for the break before the encore. Slipping through the crowd, James grabbed Chris and tugged him behind one of the show curtains and pressed him against the wall, pressing their lips tightly together.

Chris savored the surprise attack of a kiss and pushed his hands into James' back pockets. "You dare give me a hard on now, man... and I'll shove my cock right down your throat." He warned with a cheeky smile. "I can't go back out there with a tent in my jeans." He lightly squeezed James' ass.

"You've got a guitar to hide it." James growled back, capturing his lips again and kissing him slowly and deeply, moaning into the kiss, pressing tightly against him, grinding against him slowly. "Sides, I'd be happy to swallow your cock. We can do that later."

He sighed back into James' embrace and swallowed his eager moans. "I'm holding you to that."

"Chris!" the band's tour manager yelled. "Where the fuck are you dude?! They're rampant out there!"

Chris grumbled. "Gotta go." He kissed James softly. "I'll come find you." He slipped his hands out of James' pockets and ran to pick up his guitar for the encore.

Watching the brunette run off, James groaned and leaned back against the wall again. God. He wanted that. So bad. Shit. Another minute and he would have ended up fucking Chris against the wall, consequences be damned. His cock was throbbing painfully in his pants as he heard the encore start, taking a few minutes to get himself under control before finally going out to watch them finish, keeping his hat down and over his eyes.

Fortunately for Chris, the bulge in his pants had lessened slightly, down to un-noticeable. As the reprisal of Holy Wars came to an end, Dave had thanked the crowd for coming down, 'introduced' the band to them and ripped into the final outro. They finished up and put down their instruments, meeting front and center of the stage. Dave hugged each member of the band, head locked Chris, who'd sagged tiredly against him. They raised their arms and bowed, all leaving the stage except Dave who closed the way he usually did. By that point, Chris was long gone, hunting down James.

James was waiting, and led Chris to the limo he had waiting, holding the door open for him, his body thrumming with desire and how much he wanted him. "Hurry up kid. Not gonna jump you out here, but I'm damn close to doing so." He said, staring up at him, growling a little bit.

Chris crawled into the limo after James, dragging the door shut behind him and forcing James down onto his back, falling on top of him. He caught his lips in a crushing kiss and held the sides of his face. He stroked his stubbly cheeks, softly letting him go. "No fucking in the car." He grinned.

Gasping as he was forced onto his back and into a crushing kiss, James moaned even more loudly. "Oh fuck that shit. Can we at least make out?" He whispered, looking up at Chris, tugging him back down on top of him and kissing him again with a groan. "Just so I can kiss you?" James was ready to start begging.

Chris smiled softly, sitting up in his seat, pulling James up to him. He whispered, his heart beating hard against his ribcage, cupping James' face in his palm, he pressed his lips softly to James'. "Of course we can."

Smiling at him, he couldn't help but grin. "Good." His heart flip-flopped again at the sight of that smile, melting into the kiss, groaning quietly, wrapping his arms around Chris and squeezing him closer. His heart was going wild in his chest.

Chris' eyes fell happily closed as James pulled him closer. James was back in his arms again, after too long. His mind scanned blindly over the last few months and how lonely he'd felt and how incomplete this moment made them feel. He breathed softly through his nose and tapped his tongue softly at James' lips.

Melting into the kiss, James tugged Chris into his lap slowly, just to hold him closer and lean into it even more, groaning softly. "Fuck I've missed holding you close like this. So, goddamn much." He said softly.

He ran his hand through James' hair, straddling his thighs, ducking his head down, away from the roof of the car. "Me too." Chris wrapped his arms around James' shoulders.

Tugging him closer, pressing tightly against him with a low groan. Hearing the car stop shortly after, he smiled up at Chris. "Think we're here baby." James said softly, running his fingers through his hair. "Let's continue this upstairs?"

Chris sighed happily. "You couldn't stop me if you tried." He smirked, straightening his clothes, tidying up his hair and stepping out of the car.
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Sexy time upstairs! :nanner: :biggrin
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HOT HOT HOT

:drool :drool :heart:

YAY for fun upstairs! :biggrin :nanner4:
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Goddammit!! I just swallowed the first two and now this ended... and I need more!!!

I NEED FUCKING MORE!!!

God, I love you girls for writing it!!!
:heart: :heart: :heart:

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my new fav pairing.
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Grrr... ich brauche mehr jetzt! :drool :biggrin
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Tut mir leid. Morgen kannst du mehr. :biggrin
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YOU CAN'T STOP THERE :drool

need more! :biggrin
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May 11, 2011, 12:12 am
Tut mir leid. Morgen kannst du mehr. :biggrin
Ich kann nicht warte. :biggrin
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May 11, 2011, 12:23 am
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May 11, 2011, 12:12 am
Tut mir leid. Morgen kannst du mehr. :biggrin
Ich kann nicht warte. :biggrin
Fick. Ich will mehr zu. :drool :drool
Fuck. Jeg vil have mere ogsaa. :drool :drool

Danish helps me learn German... I hope I didn't screw up any verbs. :ugh:
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May 11, 2011, 12:29 am
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May 11, 2011, 12:23 am
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May 11, 2011, 12:12 am
Tut mir leid. Morgen kannst du mehr. :biggrin
Ich kann nicht warte. :biggrin
Fick. Ich will mehr zu. :drool :drool
Fuck. Jeg vil have mere ogsaa. :drool :drool

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Sehr gute Deutsch. :biggrin
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