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| Curiosity; James/Dave star in an epic smutfest. NC-17. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: July 19, 2011, 3:17 pm (1,486 Views) | |
| youthanasia | July 19, 2011, 3:17 pm Post #1 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Special thanks to Trinnyallica for help with the title! ------------------------ That night was just like any other Wednesday night. Dave sat alone on his couch with an ice cold beer in hand, looking at Magnum P.I. but not quite absorbing it, getting up during commercial breaks to get more beer from the fridge. Tonight's episode was a repeat and he was expecting company, so he was even more disinterested than usual. His excitement distracted him, and he glanced at the door during particularly boring scenes. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the doorbell ring. Fina fucking lly, he thought, straightening himself out before looking through the peephole. Of course it was his best friend James, and of course he'd brought the wrong kind of beer. Perfect. He opened the door, and James smiled sheepishly. Dave smirked. "'Bout time you fucking showed up." "Yeah, sorry, all I could get was Pabst." "There's Bud in the fridge." Dave took the six-pack out of James's hand and set it down beside the doorway. There was a brief silence. "Are you coming in?" "Yeah! Right." James came in, closed the door behind him, and took one of his lukewarm cans of Pabst. He knew how possessive Dave was of his beer; he'd only half-offered the Bud to be polite. Dave plopped back down on the couch after grabbing another Bud and put his feet up on the coffee table. James continued to stand in the area between the kitchen and living room, steadily sipping from the can of Pabst. Feeling James's eyes burning a hole in the back of his head, Dave turned around and met his gaze. "Are you going to sit down? You're being weird." "Pfft, whatever," James said, sitting on the opposite end of the couch from Dave, who then pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. "You haven't taken off your jacket or your shoes." "Uh, it's cold." Dave put his feet back down on the floor so he could more easily scoot closer to James. "Bullshit," he hissed into James's ear, chuckling quietly when he felt him flinch. "You're nervous." "Am not," James lied through his teeth, throwing his jacket off and over the back of the couch. It had been a week since the confession, since he'd pulled Dave into the bathroom at a house party, since he sloppily kissed him like a hundred times all over his face. He was uncomfortably sober now and considerably shier than he had been. Dave had appreciated the unexpected display of aggression, but truth be told, he preferred sober, reserved James. He liked that he made James nervous. He'd suspected that James had a crush on him for a while. James was always following him around, mirroring his actions, standing closest to him in pictures, even getting jealous when he spent time with the other bandmembers. Now that he knew what the deal was for sure, he had to capitalize. James looked over at Dave as he felt an arm slink around his shoulders. His eyes darted from Dave's stare down to his lips, over to his extended arm and back again. "Maybe you should be," Dave said nonchalantly, cutting James off with a harsh kiss before he had a chance to respond. He dug his fingers into James's shoulder and pulled him closer. As he closed his eyes, he felt James's timid hand ghost over his ribcage. He put his hand over James's and pressed it to his body. It stayed right there and dared not move. Dave sighed into the kiss as he felt James start to relax, and he thought he'd try to bring those nerves back. In one swift move, he threw his leg over James's lap and straddled him, putting both hands over the bottom of his Iron Maiden t-shirt. James gasped and broke away from the kiss, almost by accident. "Wanna have some fun?" Dave grinned evilly as his fingers danced upward on James's bare back. James half-smiled and nodded. "Good. Me too." He stood up and pulled James's t-shirt off over his head, exposing hard nipples and a tight butterfly-filled stomach. "Stand up," Dave commanded. James complied. "Take your pants and shoes off." James kicked his shoes off and nudged them under the couch. As he cautiously unbuttoned and unzipped his jeams, Dave unceremoniously removed his own t-shirt. He pulled his jeans down and off, and Dave's eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of the sight before him. Short black boxers barely came 1/4 of the way down James's slim thighs, and white socks clothed his calves and feet. Three hunter green stripes adorned the top of each sock. Growing increasingly uncomfortable with Dave's lascivious stare, James crossed his arms in front of him and shifted his weight to one leg. After a moment, he leaned down and began sliding one of his socks down. Much to his surprise, Dave slapped his hand away. "Don't you dare," Dave growled through clenched teeth. James pulled his sock back up, and Dave's expression softened. The sight of him standing there in his underwear, all vulnerable and shy, was beginning to have a physical effect on Dave, so he undid his jeans to give himself a little breathing room. "Have you ever gone down on a guy before?" James blushed as he shook his head and, almost like an afterthought, licked across his bottom lip. The subconscious display gave Dave a cheap thrill. He put his hand on James's shoulder. "You oughta try it," he said before lightly pushing downward. James nodded wordlessly -- he got the hint. He got down on his knees, holding on to Dave's hips for balance, and his trembling hands pulled Dave's cock out through the slit in his boxers. Big blue eyes looked up at Dave for approval as he gave a couple of easy strokes. Dave ran his hand through James's hair and involuntarily clenched his fist when he felt warm breath drift over the head of his cock. "Oh!" Dave gasped as James flicked his tongue along the underside of his shaft. James moved his hand down to massage his balls, and he felt Dave's pulse quicken beneath his fingers. "Put your whole m--" Dave couldn't finish his sentence before James took his entire length into his mouth. "A-ah, yeah, just like that." If James is still nervous, he sure isn't letting on, Dave mused, nearly falling to his knees when he felt James moan on his cock. He could feel himself coming closer to the edge, so he tapped James on the shoulder. James pulled his mouth off with a satisfying pop and looked up. "There's lube in the drawer under the sink, go get it." James stood up and headed for the kitchen, and Dave gave his ass a hard smack before stepping out of his jeans. "Ow, you asshole!" James yelled, suppressing a laugh and walking back toward Dave, who merely smirked in response. He wrapped his arms around Dave and planted a long, sweet kiss on his lips. When he tried to deepen it, Dave grabbed him by the arms and pushed him off. "Don't kiss me with dickbreath, asswipe," he deadpanned, trying unsuccessfully to avoid blushing. He spun James back around, pointing him at the kitchen. "Now go get the lube or else." James stood there enjoying the feel of Dave's mostly bare body against his back. "Or else what?" he teased. "Oh for fuck's sake, I'll get it myself!" Dave found it difficult to make his way to the kitchen and back with a raging hard-on, but he was impatient enough to manage. James giggled at the spectacle. "Sit," said Dave, pointing at the couch. "What am I, a dog?" "God." Dave found it hard to think straight even without James taunting him. He didn't need this. He needed release. He gave James a saccharine smile. "Please do sit down, dear James, if it should please you." James grinned widely as he sat on the couch with his legs spread. Dave knelt between them and looked up at him with fire in his eyes. "Don't think for a second that you have the upper hand here," Dave warned before placing the bottle of lube between his knees. He ran his hands up James's thighs and kissed the bottom part of his inner thigh. "Don't worry Dave, I -- oooooh, man." James lost his train of thought as Dave ran his tongue further up his leg. By this time, his hands had crept up past James's hips, and James instinctively stood up a little to allow Dave to pull his boxers off. "Ah, god!" James yelled. Dave had bitten him right at the uppermost area of his inner thigh and tweaked one of his nipples at the same time -- not exactly an unwelcome shock to the system. His breathing grew even heavier when Dave bit him again, this time up on his hip, this time with his hand grasping at his thin waist. Dave continued nibbling his way up James's body, holding his legs up over his shoulders as he moved further up. He bit James on the neck a little too hard for comfort, enjoying the feeling of his slight muscles tensing up between his teeth. "You ready?" he moaned into James's ear. It wasn't so much a question as it was a suggestion. "Yeah, I think so." "What do you mean you THINK so?" "I mean yes! Come on!" James was lying again. He was nervous as hell, but it's not like Dave couldn't always see right through him anyway. "That's more like it." Dave smirked as he opened the bottle of lube and greased up his middle finger. "Move further down." He didn't wait for James to move before pulling him down so that he reclined further on the couch. Dave pushed one of James legs further up on his shoulder for easier access. "Are you suuuuure you're ready?" he asked, teasing his finger over the entrance, feeling it clench every time his finger came close. James didn't say anything, but his heavy breathing and involuntary toe curls were all the affirmative Dave needed. "Ooo -- ah! Dave!" James gasped as he felt Dave bury a finger inside him. "Jesus fuck, dude!" "Shut up." Dave briefly scanned James's face for pain, finding only panic instead. He distracted him with a kiss and pushed his finger further in. James weakly moaned into the kiss. "You'll get used to it," Dave added, curling his finger inside James and pulling it back a little. "Should have warned m--" Dave cut him off with another kiss and another greased-up finger. He massaged his thigh in the same rhythm that he moved his fingers in and out. "Ooooooh my god." "You want more?" Dave proposed, positioning himself between James's legs and giving him a sly smile. "Uh I --" "Sure you do!" "Wait!" James exclaimed. "I don't know." Dave peered at James with a hurt look on his face. "Doesn't this feel good?" he asked, feigning coyness and making little waves inside James with his fingers. "Well yeah, but --" "And don't you want ME to feel good too?" He traced circles around James's nipple with his free hand and batted his eyelashes coquettishly. He was having entirely too much fun with the goody two-shoes act. "Of course." "So then?" Dave took James by the hand and kissed him up and down his arm, tickling him slightly. "I promise I won't be too rough on you. Pleeease?" He put James's hand on his face and turned to kiss the palm, begging the only way he knew how -- by enticing. James sighed. Dave knew just how to appeal to his tender side. "Can we at least get on a proper bed?" "Sure thing, kid!" He practically leapt up, grabbed the lube and dragged James off to his bedroom by the wrist. He flung James and the lube onto the bed and straddled James's outstretched body, pinning his shoulders to the bed and grinning madly. "You said you wouldn't be rough on me." "I said I wouldn't be TOO rough on you. There's a difference." Dave punctuated his sentence with a nipple bite. James gasped and moved further up on the bed. "Just trust me, okay?" He planted a kiss in the middle of James's chest, and James nodded in response. "You cold?" Dave felt sort of protective of James, especially considering these unique circumstances. "It is a little drafty," James replied. Dave threw a comforter over them both, and they were shrouded in darkness. James heard the crack of the bottle of lube snapping open and felt a reassuring hand on his thigh. He tried to see what Dave was doing above him, but he could only catch glimpses of shadows. "Aaaaaaah." He let out a long moan as he finally felt Dave enter him. The bed suddenly lowered on one side of him, then the other, as Dave propped himself up on his fists. Dave ran his hand underneath James's thigh to bring it up over his shoulder again, and he smiled as he felt the scratchy fabric of James's sock brush over his shoulderblade. Dave pushed the comforter off of him to let a little moonlight through, and stared down at James. "What?" James asked. Dave's lips curled into a smile. "Nothing, I just wanted to see how you look when I'm inside you." "You cheesy fucker," James laughed, sucking air through his teeth when Dave gave a small thrust. "So how DO I look?" He imagined that he looked like a nervous sweaty wreck with bad hair. "Really. Fucking. Hot." Dave embraced him with his whole body as he buried himself to the hilt inside him. "But seriously, shut up, please. Now." James allowed himself only moans and gasps from then on, and Dave rewarded him handsomely for his compliance. He ran a hand through James's hair and kissed him on the forehead before picking up his thrusting pace. As hard as he tried to savor the feeling of being inside him, he knew he'd only be able to hold on for a few more minutes and he took the comforter off of them just to cool things down a tiny bit. James was just too hot, throwing his head back, lips slightly parted, eyes shut tight, with one hand clenched around his cock barely even jerking it, too lost in ecstasy to be self-conscious or even self-aware. Soon, James was coming all over the both of them, and he released Dave from the deathgrip he inadvertently created with his thighs. Dave pulled out and, in a few quick jerks, came onto James's stomach. He nearly fell on top of him, the release was so cathartic. "God damn, James, you really get my motor running!" Dave marveled, kissing James on the cheek. "Thanks, uh, you too." James blushed again. He had lost count of the times Dave had made him blush -- somewhere in the hundreds since the day they met. "Hey, can I ask you something?" "Shoot." "You made me keep my socks --" "That's not a question." Dave was returning to his old crotchety self, despite the post-coital afterglow. "Right, but why?" Dave realized that James's legs were still thrown over him, so he took them down and gave them a good hard look. "I don't quite know, I just kind of liked the way they fit. They make you look all leggy." He internally facepalmed. "All leggy?" Dave, what the hell? James noticed Dave wincing at himself and pulled him down into a kiss. "It's cool, I was just curious." "You're curious about a lot of things lately." "Not anymore." Edited by youthanasia, July 21, 2011, 8:54 am.
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| Aria | July 19, 2011, 3:25 pm Post #2 |
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Blackened
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Oooooh!!! Hawt!! I loved this, and really loved how you did he banter between the two of them. It was really, really well done! <3 |
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| Jungleland | July 19, 2011, 3:43 pm Post #3 |
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HUG PEOPLE
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Well that was pretty good! I heartily approve of the socks >> |
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| Isis | July 19, 2011, 3:46 pm Post #4 |
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TEA + CUDDLES
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^ Ditto with the socks... Well done!
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| The Cosmic Gerbil | July 19, 2011, 4:22 pm Post #5 |
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Forbidden Forest Ranger
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That was cute and funny and very hot too I liked it a lot
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| larscriancinha | July 20, 2011, 2:52 am Post #6 |
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Larsybaby
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loved it! |
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| BleedingSoul | July 20, 2011, 10:39 am Post #7 |
Frantic
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| youthanasia | July 21, 2011, 4:04 am Post #8 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Thanks to everyone for the comments This is by far the longest story I've ever written, so I'm glad you all liked it!
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| Jik Hyun | July 21, 2011, 11:21 pm Post #9 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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yeh has seen pics of james in over the calf socks. they does make him look leggy. but he is 6'1 afterall. was kinda nice to see dave not being a douchwad for a change. |
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| youthanasia | July 28, 2011, 2:00 pm Post #10 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Hey, can you link me to those pictures like, immediately? I've only seen him in socks like that during the mullet era, which was, eh, not the best era for him in my opinion. Still, GAMS
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I liked it a lot

This is by far the longest story I've ever written, so I'm glad you all liked it!

4:48 AM Jul 11