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| Love, Kisses and.......Kirk?; James HetfieldxChris Broderick, eventually JHxCBxKH | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: June 15, 2011, 1:39 am (7,434 Views) | |
| guitar*star | July 13, 2011, 2:10 pm Post #61 |
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I'm at a loss for words, just... post a new chapter soon please!!! Btw, Kirk/Chris is totally hot!!
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| Aria | July 15, 2011, 12:57 am Post #62 |
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We are mean and evil bitches. That is all. <3 ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Kirk growled around him. He didn't give a fuck if he was going to be the scapegoat. He didn't care if Lars turned around and killed him after this. But the apology Chris gave him was too much. He couldn't handle it. Tears prickled at the back of his eyes, so Kirk made sure to clench his eyes shut. Now he just wanted this over with. He didn't even want it anymore. Kirk was about to start crying. Forcing himself to focus, he pressed his finger against Chris' prostate, wanting to hear him scream and come. Kirk swallowed Chris whole, sucking on him eagerly. "Oh fuck... god..." He stroked Kirk's head softly as his orgasm hit him, moments after Kirk started attacking his prostate with a vengeance. "My... my little angel..." He growled as he started to come, groaning deep in his throat. "Kirk! Fuck... oh yeeeah..." Chris exploded, whispering his name. His eyes filled with tears. He hid behind his hands. The nickname did it for him. It shattered any illusion that he had about what he was doing. His little angel? Oh god. He swallowed down Chris and sucked on him a little more before pulling away. Running his fingers through his hair, he stood up, leaving Chris on the couch like that. Kirk felt dirty. Disgusting. He'd destroyed a beautiful relationship because he was lonely. What the fuck was wrong with him? "I'm sorry." He whispered before leaving, running out of the house, throwing himself into his car, driving away as fast as he could. Watching James' car drive past him, Kirk only pushed his car even faster, tears falling as he choked on another sob. James thought he saw Kirk's car speed past and was confused, but kept driving, his hands shaking as he pulled into the driveway of Chris' house, climbing out and walking over to the door, knocking. He didn't know what he was going to say. Chris fell down on the sofa, sobbing. What the fuck? His eyes blurry, he plucked his phone off the coffee table, tears rolling down his face. He tapped through the options as fast as he could, his shaking hands determining the speed at which he completed a text message. To: Kirk. No, I'm sorry. I'm kicking myself. I can't believe I did what I just did. Forgive me? He sent it as quick as he could, placing his phone back down, swiping at his eyes, fixing himself and grabbing his car keys... ready to patch things up with Kirk. He'd made a huge mistake. A knock on his door made his heart jump. He ran to it and flung it open... only to see James. He choked as sob and walked back inside... slumping down on the sofa. Kirk heard his phone vibrate and looked at it, reaching out to grab it before he stopped. My little angel. The words haunted him. Tightening his hand on the wheel, he couldn't help but cry harder. God, what had he done. Chris was right. He was nothing but a slut. James lifted his eyes to Chris, only to watch him sob and then walk away from him. "Chris…? Wait…" James said, following him into the room, and towards the sofa, standing a few feet behind him. "Please….I need….I need to talk to you." He whispered. He tucked his knees up to his chest and laid his head on them. He sniffled, looking away from James. "I called him... a slut..." Chris bit his thumb nervously. "W-who?" James asked softly, walking to the other side of the couch, sitting down in front of him. "Who do you think, James?" He whimpered. "I screamed at him..." Chris grumbled, angry with himself. "I was horrible..." James bit his lip for a moment. "Why was Kirk here? I mean…why would he come here?" He asked. He returned his hand to his mouth, a tear dropping down his nose. "He came... to apologise... to try and fix... last night." He shook a little, eyes downcast, arms hugging his legs tighter. "He tried to explain but, I wouldn't... hear... him." "W-what ended up happening?" James asked, hating his stutter, but unable to keep from doing anything else. "He... pushed me against the wall--" He was crumbling. He hated that Kirk did what he did to try and calm him down... like it was the answer. "I switched our places, pinned him against the wall and barked at him..." Chris whispered. "Then, he--" A sob. "He told me you'd been drinking and I felt horrible. Disgusting..." He looked down to his chest and pressed his forehead against his knees. "I told him that you should've thought what you... were doing through... and that you could've fucked... and I wouldn't have... known..." Swallowing hard, he looked at him then reached out and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. "What did Kirk say to that?" He asked. He subconsciously leaned into James' touch, gasping when he realized what his body was leading him to. "He didn't..." He shook his head. "He said that he had... to prove that he wasn't going back to you..." Chris ran his hand through his hair, breathing in deep. "...then he dropped to his knees..." Leaning a little bit closer, he could feel Chris starting to breathe deep. "He went down on you?" James asked softly, scooting closer to Chris. His head hurt. All he could do was nod. A sob choked him. "I... forced him..." James couldn't stand the sight of Chris like this. Consequences be damned, he tugged Chris closer and into his arms, hugging him close. "And then….?" "I threatened to... fuck him over the sofa..." He whimpered softly. "Dragged him by... his shoulders so I could sit... forced him back down on me..." Tears streamed down his face. "Then... delivered a sucker punch..." Leaning closer he nuzzled the top of Chris' head, squeezing him gently. "Which was?" "Told him to service me right..." He couldn't cry any more. Remorse filled his head, tone blank. "Told him to finger me." He fell silent, breathing slowing. "I used him... so consumed..." James flinched a little bit. "And….he left afterward?" Chris nodded just once. "Ran." Tightening his arms around Chris, James sighed a little bit. "Did…you want to go after him?" He nodded again. "Car keys in hand..." He pulled them out of his pocket. "...and then you came." James looked down at the keys in Chris' hand and slowly released his arms from around the brunette. "I came to apologize. I realized I never did. You d-deserve better than what I did to you. I'm sorry. I-I'll go now." Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to Chris' temple and stood up. "No!" Chris finally looked up at James, a vulnerable, pleading look on his face. "I jumped to the wrong conclusion..." His eyes and face were wet and red, eyes puffy. "Seeing you two... hit me real hard... but, I realized..." He froze, seeing that look on Chris' face, not moving, just staring down at him, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Realized….?" "When Kirk-- he admitted why... and I realised that... you... meant more." He mumbled. "I hoped... nothing had happened... wished..." Reaching out, James pressed his fingers against Chris' lips, wanting him to stop talking, waiting until silence filled the room again, his eyes filling with tears. "I love you Chris." James whispered. His heart dropped, mouth open... tears filled his eyes again. He bit his lip, trying to hold them back. He shook his head in disbelief, standing up and throwing his arms around James. "Son of a bitch..." He whispered, sobbing. Wrapping his arms tightly around Chris, James hugged him close, squeezing him gently. "I love you so much. I don't care about anything else. Just you. I want to be with you so badly it hurts." He whispered. He kissed James' cheek. "And it's because, I love you... that I got so angry." He hugged him tighter, going quiet before whispering. "You're gonna suffer for it too." |
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| larscriancinha | July 15, 2011, 2:17 am Post #63 |
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Oh Kirk! But Chris and James. Spoiler: click to toggle
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| namenlos | July 15, 2011, 2:43 am Post #64 |
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I really feel bad for Kirk... But Chris and James are so sweet together!
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| guitar*star | July 15, 2011, 3:41 am Post #65 |
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Frantic
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Poor Kirk I hope he's gonna be fine
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| Olyamet | July 16, 2011, 4:32 pm Post #66 |
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Jäger.....
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Now, since they made up and feeling better, they need both apologize to Kirk. Poor baby!
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| Jik Hyun | July 16, 2011, 8:53 pm Post #67 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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hope this has a happy ending |
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| Aria | July 16, 2011, 11:59 pm Post #68 |
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Of COURSE it does. Just a bunch more shit.....then really, really, really hot porn happens first. xD |
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| guitar*star | July 17, 2011, 3:07 am Post #69 |
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I hope you are gonna post a new chapter soon! |
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| MetalliSarah | July 18, 2011, 3:35 am Post #70 |
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This series. James and Chris. Kirk! Ohmyfuck, OhmyFuck, OhmyFUCK, OHMYFUCK! KDHKJCHRFJVEWCNWdcNDWDJCFBDJCVBWDAL EKUFEQV EEDIOEEEOHHCKLKFCW____________________________________________ I dead. |
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| Aria | July 19, 2011, 9:50 pm Post #71 |
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Here is the new chapter!! Enjoy!! ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ James smiled and leaned closer to Chris. "I will do anything to make it up to you baby. Anything. But…before we get to that, I think we should make sure Kirk is okay. I'm worried about him, and I know you are too." He said softly. Chris pulled back from him and nodded, wiping his eyes with both hands. "Need to go get some proper clothes on though..." He blushed. "I didn't have my head on straight enough before." Leaning closer, he pressed a soft kiss to Chris' neck. "And as much as I would love to dishevel you further, I do want to make sure Kirk is all right." James smiled at him and shoo'd him away. He jogged up the stairs to his bedroom, quickly undressing and rooting through his closet for clothes that he could be seen to be leaving his house in. He pulled out a black Affliction t-shirt and jeans -and the boxers that he almost couldn't be bothered with putting on- and pulled on a pair of walking boots. He dressed quickly and re-joined James downstairs. "My car or yours?" Smiling a little bit James was about to answer that Chris' car would be faster when his phone started to ring. Tugging it out his pocket he looked at the number and immediately flipped it open. "Kirk! Where are you?" His voice shook, he couldn't help it. "I n-need you to hand the phone to Chris James." Kirk ordered quietly. "But Kirk-" "NOW." Kirk snarled. James flinched and yanked the phone away from himself before offering it to Chris. "He wants to talk to you." The colour drained from Chris' face. His voice shook as he took the phone from James. "It's me..." "There's nothing to forgive. You were right. About everything. Me. What I am." Kirk said softly. "I'm the one who's sorry. Forgive James if you can. He does really love you." He added, tears filling his eyes before he snapped the phone shut. James stared at Chris as he watched him hold the phone up to his ear, waiting until he heard the dead air on the other line. "Wh-what did he say? "D-Doesn't matter..." He stuttered. "Just drive..." Reaching out, James grabbed Chris' hand and took the keys from him, hauling ass out of his house. "Where are we going? Did he tell you where he was going?" James asked, getting Chris into the car then jumping into the driver's seat. Chris sighed, clambering into the passenger seat. "He didn't say." His head hurt again. "He's probably somewhere quiet... or at his place..." James sighed a little bit. "Damn, and I don't know where to start." He added. "We'll go to his house first." He made a decision and gunned it. Chris nodded, barely acknowledging him. Kirk sounded so dead inside. He'd hurt him badly and he was worried. "Good idea." Driving there as quickly as he could, James jumped out of the car and pounded on the door. "Kirk?!" He grasped James' wrist and covered his mouth. "Stop, babe. I need to do this." He knocked gently on the door. "Kirk?" he gulped. "Are you here?" James looked around, then hurried over to the garage and peeked into the window. "Babe, his car's gone, he isn't here." He said, running back to their car. He sighed, hammering the door with both fists. "Damn it..." Where the hell could he have gone... Thinking about it for a second, James snapped his fingers. "I know where he is!! Let's go!" He shouted, hurrying over to the car. "James, fuck it! When you charge off with my car keys, tell me where you're going?" He grumbled, chasing after James and getting back in. "You sure you know where he is?" "I'm damn positive." He said, waiting for Chris to climb in before he gunned it and headed to the beach. "He always comes here to center himself." He pointed out at the beach and the large waves that were crashing, a few surfers braving the rough surf. He smiled. "'Course... he's a wave rider." He thought of his last wakeboarding trip at the lake and beamed. "I can see why he'd come here." James smiled and looked at Chris. "All right then. Get going. You're kindred spirits over this. He'll respond better to you than anyone else." He urged. He placed his hand on James' shoulder and kissed his cheek. "I'll do what I can..." He got out of the car and tread down the sand bank. His eyes scanned the area, looking for Kirk, heart thudding. Please, let him be here... Kirk paddled over the edge of the next cresting wave, hitting it perfectly, dropping into the roll of the wave, balancing himself perfectly, catching sight of a figure on the beach. Chris… Chris sighed, on the verge of giving it up and waiting until tomorrow to see him but, decided to sit down on the soft, white sand. His hair was blowing in his face but, it give him a chance to clear his head a little too. If Kirk was indeed here and was surfing, he wouldn't want to stop right away. Catching a few more waves in towards the beach, Kirk picked up his surfboard, his wetsuit hugging his skin as he looked over at Chris, sitting on the sand. "You're cold here, aren't you?" He asked, glad that his hair was pulled up and back. He looked up and shook his head. "It's only what I deserve." Watching him sit next to him, he turned his head. "Came to find you... apologize." He held his own hair, weaving his fingers in to stop it blowing. "You don't deserve to freeze and catch pneumonia." Kirk said, looking him over. "And I already told you. You don't need to apologize. You were right." He added, walking past Chris towards his car. Chris stayed sat on the floor and grabbed his wrist pulling him back to the sand, ass first. "Sit the fuck down and listen to me, man..." He flushed at his own commanding tone. Kirk grunted as he was yanked back, falling to the sad, looking up at Chris, then away, out at the waves, inhaling slowly. Center. Find your center. Breathe. You can handle this. You can. Breathe. "About what exactly? I had considered our conversation finished." "Hmmm... yeah maybe you had but... I hadn't." He looked at Kirk, following his gaze out to the rolling ocean in front of them. "I was far too harsh on you..." He sighed. "I didn't mean to... call you... a slut... just flew into a rage." He combed down through his hair. "I really didn't mean it." "Well, whether you meant it or not, you were right, so it doesn't matter." Kirk said, standing up again and brushing the sand off of him. "I threw myself at the both of you. More than once in your case. That would define a slut." Chris sighed. I'm not getting through here... "And we both took the bait..." "Yeah well. As you pointed out, I'm not easy to resist." Kirk said, a wry grin curling his lips. "Don't worry, I'll stay away from the both of you in the future. Well. James and I work together, but I won't go near him." "We don't want you to stay away, Kirk-- well, I don't want you to anyways..." His voice trailed off. He looked up at Kirk where he stood. "I just flipped. I'd come looking for James so that we could 'hang' and he was hanging with someone else... got a little, well, a lot jealous." Crhis looked back out to the water. "The whole thing's so stupid." He shook his head. "I jumped to conclusions that I had no right to jump to." "Of course you do. After what happened you don't want me anywhere near James and I know it. Be honest with me at the very least." Kirk said, raising eyes to Chris that were dead and lacking the laughter and light they normally had. "Neither James or I denied it. Do you want me to tell you exactly what he did?" He asked, looking at Chris. "How much I begged him to touch me, because I-" Kirk cut himself off and turned away, stomping through the sand. "No, no, I'm listening." Chris raised his voice to Kirk, who was a now a good ten meters away from him. He wanted to know the truth but, he didn't want to lose his friendship with Kirk over it... not at all. "Listen to the waves then. They actually have an interesting story to tell!" Kirk called out, tucking his board under his arm, catching sight of James in the car waiting for Chris, flinching as he walked towards his car. Why did they both have to be here? He tossed a coin in his mind. Go after him or sit here and wait to see if he came back? Option 1 may take a little force, option 2 may risk him getting the flu or something equally as nasty. Fuck it. He bolted up off the sand and ran after Kirk, gently catching his wrist in his hand, the one that wasn't holding his board. "No, angel, I'm listening to you. I want to hear all of it so that I'm clear..." He stroked his wrist with his thumb. "So that... we're clear..." Kirk flinched at the nickname again. God. Angel. Nothing could be further from the truth. The touch on his wrist made him shiver. "No n-need to clarify anything else. You and James are together. And very much in love." Kirk forced his lips into a smile and looked at Chris. "And I'm like I always was." He said, tugging his wrist away, tears threatening the back of his eyes again. He stood fast. "What? Alone?" Tears pricked his eyes again. He hated seeing Kirk like this and hated himself for just about calling him out. "Yes, I love James... but, there's still a massive place... in my life for... you." He shook a little, wrapping his arms around himself, shielding against the wind. "I sure as fuck wouldn't be out here shivering... if I didn't care about you Kirk..." Slumping at the mention of being alone, Kirk turned and looked at Chris. "Yes. Alone." He said softly. Kirk flinched again as Chris said that there was a spot in his life for him. And that he wouldn't be out here shivering if he didn't care about him. "Yes. There is. As friends." Looking up at Chris, he smiled again. "As guitarists. That's all. Don't fool yourself to think it could be anything more. And don't call me angel." Turning his back to Chris, he walked to his car a few spots away and loaded his board into it. He let Kirk walk away this time. He'd built a wall too thick for him to break through in the state he was in. He stuck his hands in his pockets and skulked back to his car. He got in, closed the door and whispered softly, not looking at James. "Home." |
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| Olyamet | July 19, 2011, 10:31 pm Post #72 |
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Jäger.....
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Kirky!!! |
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| larscriancinha | July 20, 2011, 1:24 am Post #73 |
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Aw, Kirk..
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| guitar*star | July 20, 2011, 2:26 am Post #74 |
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poor Kirky
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| namenlos | July 21, 2011, 11:03 pm Post #75 |
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Aw, poor Kirky.
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But Chris and James.

But Chris and James are so sweet together!



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