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Pretty Little Rent Boy; NC17, Load era James/Lars, mentions of Kirk/Lars, slightly AU,
Topic Started: July 6, 2011, 6:37 am (3,027 Views)
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So I start talking to Trinnyallica,and I tell her that I adore Lars wearing make up during the Load era. I may have said that he looked ever so slightly slutty. The following fic came from that convo and it's the first decent fic I've written in almost TWO years. So a huge thank you to Trinny for inspiring me, and for her editing and beta work. Suspend belief and enjoy the smuttage, please.






James wasn't sure when it happened. It seemed to have snuck up on him, and before he knew it, he was looking at Lars in a whole new light.

For now, though, James was blaming Kirk.

Everything had been seemingly normal for the weeks leading up to the rehearsals. They'd gone their separate ways for a few months, with Jason throwing himself into his Chophouse projects. James went hunting, kicked back with friends and drank beer. Fuck only knew what Kirk and his new best friend Lars had been up to, but it was anything but normal, judging by their new body enhancements.

Kirk was proudly showing off his new tattoo. It was gothic style lettering, proudly proclaiming: 'Made In SF 11-18-62'. He'd also gotten pierced, a gleaming steel spike jutting from just below his bottom lip.

"I feel the urge to get another tattoo, and soon," Kirk said. "Wanna come along for the ride, Lars?"

Lars grinned. "Don't see why not. Don't expect me to join in this time, though. Once was enough!"

James looked up from tuning his guitar, and stared at Lars. "Don't tell me you got tattooed as well?"

"Hell no! Got this done instead." He shucked off the light cotton shirt he'd been wearing. James' eyes widened in shock. This from the guy who shook like a leaf when he'd first gotten his ears pierced? Jason just smirked, and Kirk looked like the cat who'd gotten the cream.

There, glinting in the flourescent light of the room, was a simple steel ring through Lars' left nipple.

"Bet that hurt like a motherfucker!" laughed Jason. "Rather you than me."

James couldn't take his eyes off of it. This was a whole new side of Lars, and James wasn't sure if he should like it or run a mile away.

"What the fuck...?"

"It's a piercing, what else did you think it was?" Lars grinned. He was secretly loving the fact that he was freaking James out, as was Kirk.

"Well, duh. I know it's a piercing, but why there? Why not get your ear done again?"

"Um... because they're already pierced, twice. And it was either get pierced or get tattooed. The piercing won."

"What was wrong with getting tattooed?"

"Nothing, but that's Kirk's thing. And if I get bored with it, I can take it out."

Kirk nudged Lars. "Sure. What Lars isn't telling you is that he got a kick out of the pain. Ain't that right, Larsy Bear?" James could have sworn Lars blushed at the name.

"Ugh. That's just vomit inducing." Jason screwed his face up and tried to forget he'd heard it at all.

"Larsy Bear? Since when did you start calling him fucking Larsy Bear?" James tried not to burst into laughter at the stupidity of it.

Kirk and Lars shared a knowing look, before Lars replied.

"You don't want to know."




The following weeks had passed without any major disasters or arguments. Lars seemed to be following Kirk on the path to weirdness. James had heard rumours of Kirk kissing Lars while out on the town, with one mutual friend saying that Kirk had practically had his tongue down Lars' neck.

Normally, the thoughts of it would have made James want to puke... but ever since he'd seen Lars' nipple piercing all he could think of was playing with the simple ring until Lars was a writhing mess. Sure, they'd fooled around, but not to the point where they'd actually had their dicks out, and only when they were wasted.

Now, every time James closed his eyes, he could see Lars idly playing with it, eyes half closed as the gentle tug of the jewellery made goosebumps rise on his skin. James wanted to be the one making Lars shiver under his touch, but he swallowed back the urge and tried to concentrate on the upcoming video and tour.



"WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!"

Lars just giggled at James' yell of surprise. It was the day before they started shooting the video for the first single off of 'Load', and Lars was starting to look like a clone of Kirk fucking Hammett. It was bad enough that Kirk was wearing emerald green eye shadow and deep black eyeliner, but now Lars looked as if he'd fallen face first into a coal scuttle.

Lars' eyes were surrounded by a thick ring of black kohl, with a gunmetal grey shadow covering his eyelids. The colours made Lars' green eyes stand out even more, and although James was stunned by Lars' new look... he was secretly turned on by it.

"Kirk did it for me. Like it?" Lars brought a finger up to his eye, and gently smudged the colour under it.

"Uh, no! I thought I was in Metallica, not Motley fucking Crue!"

"Oh, for fuck's..." Lars sighed. "Hey! Kirk, c'mere!" Kirk sauntered over, and James could have sworn he was either drunk or on something.

"You called?"

"Yeah. Is my eyeliner smudged?" Lars leaned closer to his partner in crime. Kirk closed the gap, and before James could look away, flicked his tongue out and licked a trail up Lars' cheek. And damn it if Lars didn't shiver at the sensation.

"Nah. Looks fine to me."

"UGH!" James grimaced and turned on his heel, storming off. Kirk just looked at Lars.

"Any time now, he's going to freak the fuck out."

"I hope so..."




Several hours had passed since James had first seen Lars wearing make up. The inital shock had now worn off, replaced by an unnerving feeling in the pit of his stomach. Lars looked like... like a slut. A pretty thing he'd have picked up in a club and brought home to use and abuse before kicking them out the next morning.

And if he was being honest with himself,James was feeling a little jealous of the close bond Lars now shared with Kirk.

He lingered a few minutes too long in the rehearsal room,only to be driven out of it by the sight of Kirk shoving Lars against the bank of amps at the back of the room and kissing him, hard. The last thing James saw before the door slammed shut was Lars' free arm flailing briefly before resting on Kirk's shoulder.

Now he found himself propping up the sink in the men's room, wondering just when he'd found the idea of Lars the slut so attractive. No matter how many times he asked himself the question, James couldn't come up with an answer. He was shaken from his thoughts by the door creaking open. In came Lars, looking for all the world like he'd been rode hard and hung up wet; eyeliner smudged to shit,lips swollen and a slightly dazed look on his face.

"Oh... hey." His voice shook slightly as he looked in the mirror and checked for damage to the make up.

"Hmph. Did Kirk practice putting make up on you first?"

"No... believe it or not, I wanted to see what I looked like."

James just stared at Lars, who had now whipped out an eyeliner pencil and was repairing the damage done. "You look like a rent boy."

Lars straightened up, artfully smudging the kohl and smirking at James.

"Why thank you. Am I a pretty rent boy?" And the fucker batted his eyelashes for effect.

James was sure that he looked like a fish out of water, mouth open and trying to pull air into his lungs.

"W-What?" He stuttered out. Lars pouted, and James' stomach flip-flopped.

"I said, am I a pretty rent boy?"

There was no answer to that question. At least, no answer that wouldn't incriminate James. So he settled for turning flaming red and making a quick exit.



Kirk felt himself being spun around, and his guitar almost hit the studio floor.

"Hey! Watch the guitar, dick!"

James was glaring at Kirk, barely disguised jealousy radiating from him.

"What the fuck are you two doing?" James hissed.

Kirk feigned innocence, badly. "I have no fucking clue what you're on about."

"Sure you don't. Dragging Lars off to get his nipple pierced? Talking him into putting on make up? In case you haven't noticed, we're a fucking METAL band, not The Cure!"

"Oooh...” Kirk giggled. “Someone's jealous."

"I am NOT fucking jealous!"

"Are too."

"Am no... will you stop?"

"Just admit it, James. You want Lars so bad lately even Jason can taste it. And that's saying something." James couldn't attempt a coherent answer.

"You like it when Lars looks like a slut. You like the fact that he looks like a rent boy, a little whore that will do what you want, when you want." Kirk paused, watching James carefully. "You want to be the one smearing his make up over his face. You want to be the one kissing him until he goes weak at the knees, and you want to be the one that plays with that new piercing. If Jason can see that, then you're not as subtle as you'd like to think you are."

Not for the first time that day did James spin on his heel and walk out before he said something he might regret.

"I can sort something out for you, if you want. Just be in your room at ten tonight!" Kirk yelled as James slammed the door behind him.



James had no clue why he was still sitting in his room at ten that evening, waiting for Kirk's solution to his little problem. For all he knew,Kirk had rounded up a chick with a dick to relieve the stress, because Kirk was just that bloody twisted. So when there was a knock on the door at ten o'clock on the dot, he wasn't too confident about answering it.

The sight that greeted him both scared and turned him on, all in equal parts.

It was Lars, of that he was sure, but he looked nothing like James remembered him. Gone was the long haired drummer, metal to the core. In its place stood Lars the slut. James' stomach flopped again and sank somewhere in the region of his left foot. His hair was mussed up, barely on the side of just been fucked. Eyeliner smudged just so, lips glistening as if he'd just been kissed. He was barefoot, for some reason, black shirt open to just above his navel, and the top button of the leather pants he wore open.

Oh my god... James thought. Who are you and what have you done to Lars Ulrich?

Lars leaned against the door jamb, casually sucking on a lollipop,making the usually mundane action seem pornographic.

"Lars? What the fuck.....?" James was stunned,yet again.This was not the Lars he knew. This Lars was oozing sex from every pore, knew what he could do and exactly how to use it to maximum effect. Lars just pulled the lollipop from his mouth with a loud pop, and licked his lips.

"Kirk said you wanted to see me. And I'm a busy little rent boy, so we don't have much time. Either way, I'll give you your money's worth." By now, James had lost the power of speech, and settled for just holding the door open.

Lars all but strutted in, and kicked the door out of James' hand, slamming it shut. A faint scent of strawberries drifted past James as Lars walked him slowly backwards, sucking once again on his lollipop. He was transfixed by the sight of Lars' tongue wrapping around the candy, wondering what else it looked good wrapped around.

"So... what do you want me to do for you?"

"What?"

Lars just rolled his eyes, and smiled. "Look, James. I haven't got all evening, y'know. I'm a busy boy. And Kirk gets pissed if I'm not making him money.".

"You... Kirk? Okay, this is so fucked up, it ain't funny." James finally managed to spit out.

"Why do you think I've been doing, hanging out with Kirk until all hours? We weren't exactly playing Old Maid," Lars said around the strawberry lollipop before wrapping his tongue around it again.

The back of James' knees hit the armchair, and he wobbled for a second before flopping backward into the seat. When he looked back up at Lars, he watched in silence as Lars slowly unbuttoned his shirt. The light caught the small, simple ring through his nipple, the piece of jewellery that started this whole mess.

"So... what do you want me to do for you, James?" Lars asked as he reached the last button. The shirt slipped slowly from his shoulders, and Lars began to run his hands up his own chest. One hand continued up to run through his hair, the other began to gently pull and tug at the nipple ring. James began to reach for the ring, wanting to feel Lars come undone under his touch, but found his hand slapped away.

"No touching. Unless you want to finish what you start..." By now, Lars' voice was a husky whisper, and his hips were twisting, grinding down into James' lap. His head was thrown back, one hand now wrapped into his hair,the other all but yanking at his nipple ring. Lars bit on his lip, and it was about as much as James could take. One hand literally shot up to join the hand Lars had wrapped into his hair, and James yanked Lars down to come face to face with him.

Their mouths crashed together, James kissing Lars hard. He gladly swallowed the loud moan that came from Lars and wondered when Lars started wearing strawberry flavoured lip gloss,of all things. It was only when he felt Lars begin to go limp in his lap that James broke away, and his cock twitched at the sight in front of him.

Hair now well mussed up but eyeliner still in place. Eyes hooded with lust and kiss swollen lips, Lars looked every inch a whore. More to the point, he looked every inch James' whore. He just didn't know it yet.

Lars smirked. He knew he was good. He ran his tongue across his lips, and savoured the taste of the lip gloss combined with James.

"You want more?"

James cocked an eyebrow, and grinned.

"Only if you're a good little rent boy."

"Pfft. I'm the best fucking rent boy you'll ever have. In fact, I'm so good, you won't want another rent boy, ever.".

James pushed his face into Lars' again. Hot breath washed over the smaller man, and he shuddered.

"Oh yeah? Prove it."

The little slut got up out of his lap, pulling James to standing before falling to his knees. Lars ran his hands slowly up James' legs, dragging his nails across the denim before nuzzling into James' crotch. He slowly pulled James' belt open, looking up at James with eyelashes that were covered in mascara as he popped the button on his jeans before pushing them down.

James shivered as Lars ran his hands up and down his thighs,leaving chillbumps in their wake. Kisses, openmouthed and wet covered his skin. Suddenly his underwear was a hinderance, an obstacle to Lars wrapping his mouth around his cock.

James gasped. "Just do it, already..."

Lars didn't say no. In one fluid motion, he'd pushed James' underwear down and all but swallowed him whole. James saw stars, the touch of Lars' warm, wet mouth sliding slowly down and back up almost too much to bear. Lars wrapped his tongue around James' cock as if he was still sucking on that lollipop, streaks of pale pink combined with saliva glinting as Lars gave him the blow job of a liftetime. His legs began to shake and suddenly it just wasn't enough. James grabbed Lars by the hair, pushed him back a bit and began to fuck his mouth.

Lars was full of surprises. Not only did he suck dick like a pro, he seemed to have lost his gag reflex. He just kneeled in front of James, and took the mouth fucking like a champion. James watched as Lars took his cock down to the root, before he slid back out. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer,not with Lars sucking him like this.

He pulled away, Lars letting go with a loud slurp and a shit eating grin. Which James kind of liked... but it still drove him insane. He wanted to knock Kirk right out of Lars' pretty little head. He still had a grip on Lars' hair, and settled for dragging Lars towards the large bed in the back room. It wasn't easy, what with his jeans and underwear bunched around his knees, but it was soon rectified.

"Told ya I was good." Lars said smugly. He rubbed his scalp where James had finally let go, the fading sting spurring him on.

"No-one said you weren't. Now shut the fuck up and get your ass on that bed," James growled. Thoughts of Kirk and Lars making out filled his mind,combining jealousy and want. James wanted Kirk out of the picture, wanted Kirk to just fuck off and leave he and Lars alone.

Too much Kirk Hammett was a bad idea, James decided.

Lars swayed over to the bed, hips swinging to an erotic rhythm all their own. He clambered onto the bed, leather covered ass jutting out, inviting James to just throw him down and fuck him until he saw stars. If he listened carefully, Lars could hear James' breathing, harsh and ragged, as he came closer to the bed.

"I want you to do something for me."

James made Lars jump, his voice sending bolts of need shooting through his body.

"It'll cost ya," Lars replied.

"Whatever. You still got that strawberry shit you put on your lips?"

Lars just patted his hip in reply.

"Put more of it on."

Lars leaned back just enough to get the small tube of lip gloss out of his pocket, and turned to let James watch as he smeared a layer of it over his lips.

"That okay?" Lars pouted to show off his handiwork. "Or do you want more?"

James grinned. "You have no idea... "

The world spun for Lars then, as James picked him up and threw him back first onto the bed. He didn't even have time to draw breath before James landed on top of him, kissing him so hard, Lars thought his lips would bleed. It was as if the taste of Lars with a hint of strawberry lip gloss was driving James out of his mind, and Lars was fucking loving it.

James finally broke away from his attack on Lars' lips, leaving Lars pliant beneath him. It was when Lars brough his finger up to smear more gloss over his still swollen lips that James lost the last shred of self control he had. Lars noticed this and simply smirked.

"Fucking bring it."

James said nothing, just grunted before pulling down the zipper holding the leather pants together on Lars' hips and ripping them off.

“What the fuck do you see in Hammett, anyway? What exactly does he do for you, huh?” James was no longer able to keep his jealousy hidden, as he reached down and harshly pumped Lars' cock. Lars' eyes rolled back into his head, and he moaned, loudly.

"He can't be that good a fuck, he's too much of a girl..."

James continued his pace on Lars' cock, his other hand moving down behind Lars' balls and smirking as he realised that Lars had been well prepared. In more ways than one.

"You fucking slut... lubed up already? Did Kirk do that for you? Did you let him lube you up for me? You enjoyed having his fingers up your ass, didn't you?"

Lars whimpered as James teased his entrance, running his fingers over the sensitive skin,not quite ready to push one finger in and get on with it.

"Does he do this for you? Or maybe you let him fuck you right before you got here? You did, didn't you? You're such a whore that you let Kirk lube and fuck you before you came up to me."

"Why the fuck are you talking about Kirk?" Lars gasped. "And even if Kirk fucked me earlier, why would I tell you about it? The only thing you should be thinking about is fucking me!"

James' eyes darkened as he listened to Lars. Every word he said was true,he really did want to fuck Lars and fuck him hard. James pushed the tip of one finger into Lars' ass, watched as Lars tried to push down and take more of him in.

“What's wrong, James? My ass not good enough for you? I thought you wanted a whore for the night! I thought you wanted me to be your rent boy...”

James brought his free hand up, held Lars down to the bed by the throat. Hard enough to make sure he didn't move, but gentle enough that Lars didn't feel threatened.

"You are. You're not fucking Kirk's whore... you're MY whore."

"Then prove it. Make me your whore."

James pushed into Lars, groaning at the velvet tightness that held him within. Lars all out whined as James began a brutal, hard rhythm, pounding into Lars as hard as he could. The bedsprings squealed as James fucked Lars further up the bed, until the sound of Lars' head banging against the headboard joined the din. Lars wasn't going to last much longer, not with James pinning him to the bed, and his cock pushing roughly against his prostate. Pleasure jolted through his limbs, and Lars was pretty sure he'd have James' fingermarks on his throat later on.

James couldn't believe this. Couldn't believe how slutty Lars was, how pliable under his touch Lars could be. For once, just once, Lars had given up control, willingly. Wanted to be treated like a fuck toy... his fuck toy. James pounded even harder into Lars, grinned as Lars threw his head back and all out howled. His once perfectly smudged eyeliner and mascara were now starting to run from the corners of his eyes, sweat glistening on his brow, hands bunched into the bedsheets.

He was close... so close he could taste it. James wanted to take everything from Lars, leave him a panting, sweating, writhing mess on the bed, and really didn't care if Lars came or not. He screwed his eyes shut, bursts of light exploding behind his eyelids as he emptied himself into the slut beneath him.

When he came back to reality, Lars was whimpering, pushing his cock against James' stomach, looking for release.

“Please... please...”

James took the sight in for a few moments. Lars lying beneath him, desperate, begging, almost crying in his need to come. He rolled off of Lars, wincing as cold air hit his overheated skin.

"You only came up here so I could fuck you. No-one said anything about you getting off, did they?" James ran his fingers over Lars' throat, and saw the beginnings of a bruise forming. He made a note to kiss it better later on.

"Please, James... let me... let me..."

"Go ahead, then. Jack yourself off. Show me how a whore gets off."

Lars wrapped a shaking hand around his cock, biting on his bottom lip as he started to stroke himself. He planted his feet onto the bed, and fucked his hand as hard as he could, toes curling into the mattress.

And then James reached over, and gave his nipple ring a hard tug.

It was too much. Lars came, splashing over his hand and stomach, head pushed back into the pillow,gasping as he slumped back onto the bed.

He looked a mess, thought James. A sweating, strawberry scented, well fucked, come covered, beautiful mess.

Lars was jolted out of his high by the touch of something hitting his chest. When he looked down,there were four fifty dollar bills resting there. James was putting his wallet back into the bedside drawer.

"Let me know if Kirk charges more than that, yeah?" James smiled. Lars returned James' smile, albeit weakly.

"Don't worry about it. It's on the house."
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Ugh, fucking YUM. That was hot, girl. Jesus. :drool
Awesome stuff, man! I loved it. :heart:
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Oh god. Lars with messy hair, eyeliner .. DEAD. :drool
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:drool
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TEA + CUDDLES

:D Great job hon! VERY hot, loved it!
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Lars needs to wear eyeliner more often. Posted Image
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I think now is the perfect time for a shower -- ice cold, of course.

Good lord, lady. :heart:
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July 6, 2011, 10:18 am
:drool
+1,000,000 :drool
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Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooly shit. DAMN.

Can I just say? This proves it?

ALL TRINNY-INSPIRED IDEAS ARE AWESOME!

Especially ones that involve slut-Lars in eyeliner making James jealous.

:drool :drool :drool :drool :drool :drool
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DAAYYYUUUMMM GIRL! :bed: :splat:
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I thought once I wrote 'Pretty Little Rent Boy' that it would leave my system.

Boy, was I wrong. As soon as I posted it up, Slutty Lars and his alternate universe barged its way into my head. And he started going on and on about 'teh ANGST!!!".

So,um.....yeah. I have to suspend reality and write more about the life and times of Slutty Lars. He won't shut up until I do, and we know how persuasive Larsypoos can be. :lol:
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Congrats NineTails20!

Pretty Little Rent Boy is fic of the week!

Cheryl :wavey
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it was hot but didna like the ending bit where james throws monies on lars.
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YAY FIC OF THE WEEK IS BACK! :nanner: :biggrin

Anyways, I loved it! :tu: :D
Great job!
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July 16, 2011, 9:35 pm
Congrats NineTails20!

Pretty Little Rent Boy is fic of the week!

Cheryl :wavey
Wow.


Fic of the week?


I'm honoured......since this was my first EVER attempt at Metfic/Metslash.

Thank you! :D
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