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He drives me crazy, like no one else.; James/Kirk; ONESHOT. little smut.
Topic Started: May 26, 2011, 6:45 am (817 Views)
larscriancinha
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Something I wrote a while back and thought I might as well post it. ENJOY :biggrin



The door way stood empty and I hopelessly stared at the black mass, It was about 3AM in the morning and I was the only one left at the HQ. I had about 4 hours sleep the night before and I had been up since 7AM this morning, so needless to say, my mind was playing tricks on me and the black mass seemed quite amusing.

It had been a long and productive day, each member came early this morning we had all agreed that certain things were to be completed today and that an early start would be the best way around it. It had started to drag along, most of what Bob had planned had been finished and for the rest of the day we sat and fumbled with our instruments, trying new notes or simply messing around.

About 12 every one had decided that the day was done and they all said their goodbyes and left, I should have probably followed suite but the ideas kept flowing so I decided to stay back and keep the rhythm going and scribbling some lyrics down in between. The guitar on my lap screamed out its last dying note as I lightly strummed my fingers along, before noticing the time and double checking to see if I had missed something between the hours of 12 and 3AM. But surely enough it was 3AM and I pulled the guitar away and placed it on a stand nearby. The black that clouded the corner of my eyes caught my attention as I blanked out staring at the black mass that lingered in the door way. My palms rubbed my face in hopes of waking myself up and bringing my mind back to a normal state, with little help I slumped back into the seat.

A small click drew my from my thoughts as it caught my attention and the once black mass that clouded the door way now shaped a slender figure, I hoped it wasn't my mind playing tricks on me and so I just continued to stare, trying to figure who it was. The cracked surface of a window nearby helped me as the figure slowly stepped into the small amount of light that lit up the room.

"Kirk?" I questioned, leaning forward to see him better. It was definitely him.

A finger rose to his lips and he lifted his hands and started to unbutton his shirt, each finger popping the small buttons and I watched as the thin material of his shirt fell open and he slipped it off his shoulders. The light crawled across his chest, the light hinting spots of his tattooed flesh, the perfect carved flames licking his hips. I continued to watch, mouth wide open as Kirk ran his one hand over his bare stomach, nails lightly digging into the flesh and the other to his neck. His head tilted back and his lips parted as he teased his skin, his black curls dripping over his shoulders as black fingernails roamed over his chest.

I shifted in my seat, getting comfortable would be an understatement as the problem that was beginning to form in my pants was anything but comfortable.

The hand smoothed over his stomach and down to the hem of his jeans, his other hand reaching down to join as he slowly pulled down his zipper. The little bit of light that shone through gave Kirks expression a mysterious look, his shadow half covering his body. His hands slipped under his jeans and slowly dragged them off his hips, down his thighs, before they became a crumbled mess around his ankles as he stepped out of them.

His hands slid up his body once again, fingers traced the curve of his body as I gasped and I felt my cock twitch. He looked straight at me, his eyes heavy lidded as he smirked and licked his lips. He walked towards me, each swing of his perfect hips making my cock twitch and harden more than I had expected. His slender body straddled my lap as he wrapped his arms around my neck, sweet cologne trailed off his body.

He slightly rocked his hips, his head slightly tilted back as his body moved against mine. The friction building within my body as I gripped his hips and buried my face into the crook of his neck, taking in the sweet smell as I groaned against his throat and I held back the urge to follow the scent and devour his skin but soon temptation proved too much and I pressed my lips to his neck, taking skin between my teeth as I nibbled lightly but making sure to leave a mark behind. He carefully stood up and turned around, sitting back down on my lap as he leaned back. His head resting on my shoulder and his curls fell over my chest, his eyes were closed and he once again started to rock his hips. I held onto his flamed hips and I was sure Kirk couldn't escape the feeling of my straining cock through my jeans as he continued to tease me, his ass rubbed against my painfully hard cock and it took all the strength I had not to take him where we were.

His fingers dug into my thighs as he continued to grind against me, moans escaped my mouth and I hoped he knew just what he was doing to me but by the way his perfectly shaped lips upturned into a perfect O shape and his light panting I figured we were both on the same page.
He slowly slid himself from me and turned around standing mere inches away, he leaned in close, his breathing short and heavy ..

"You should fix that." He whispered as his hands reached for my cock, palming it and I groaned loud, bucking slightly into his hand.

His hand slipped away and I watched as he bent down, his ass in full vein as he picked up his clothes and headed back into the black mass.
And just like that he was gone. I shook my head and wondered if I had just dreamed it, my cock certainly sure felt it. And I could still remember every sweet moan that slipped past his perfect lips.

Lars' voice started to form somewhere in the back of my mind as the image of Kirk slowly faded. "Dude, wake up!" Lars' cries echoed through my head becoming louder and I slowly opened my eyes. Lars and Kirk stood next to me grinning from ear to ear.

"Hrm..." I mumbled as I sat up, my cock still very much at attention. Shifting, I moved and covered it as best as I could.

"Dude, did you fucking sleep here?" Lars laughed, placing down his bag on the desk and I nodded.

"You must have been so uncomfortable..." Kirk said. "The chair doesn't look very good dude, you must of had some fucked up dreams." He laughed, picking up his guitar from the corner and taking a seat across from me. My eyes grew wide as I remembered my dream and how everything had seemed so real.

"Uh... yeah." I mumbled. "It was you."

Kirk laughed. "Yeah? What did I do?” He cocked an eyebrow and smiled, looking down as he adjusted his guitar, strumming his fingers along the strings.

“Nothing.. Just, yeah weird dream was all.” I looked everywhere else but at Kirk but soon found myself watching him strum the guitar up his arm, across his chest until something caught my eye. “W-What? It was real?” I stuttered, I couldn't believe what I had just seen, the light purple bruised skin on his neck.

“What is real?” Lars asked, turning around and pulling out a pair of sticks, giving me an uneven look.

I looked at Kirk, it was all I could do. He simply shrugged, shaking his head as his curls twisted and flung over his shoulder covering any evidence that proved me right.

“I don't know.” Kirk shrugged, looking at Lars. “Wanna jam a bit?” Lars agreed and headed into the studio, Kirk standing up after him, turning around and smirking at me, a playful gleam hung in his eyes. “... Coming?”
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Jik Hyun
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kirk is such a tease. that was fun and hot.
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Damage Jackal
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:drool :drool naughty Kirk playing with the sleepy James :lol:
very nice indeed :drool
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namenlos
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UNF. :drool
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