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| Starfucker; Cliff is seduced by "a young fan." Slash. NC-17. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: August 3, 2011, 10:39 pm (977 Views) | |
| youthanasia | August 3, 2011, 10:39 pm Post #1 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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"So you're the new bassist of Metallica, right?" The voice coming from the leggy dirty blond, uh, person in the doorway was slightly higher-pitched than normal but still distinctly familiar. Cliff sat there, looking, smiling. His eyes traveled from black hightop Chucks, up over fishnetted legs, past dark denim miniskirt, low-slung bullet belt and form-fitting Metallica tee with the sleeves and neck cut out. They paused at pastel pink lips, met green eyes and stopped in a lustful glare. Two small ponytails framed a cute round face. "Yes, yes I am. Are you a fan?" Cliff grinned with mischief in his eye. He always enjoyed a new game. "Yeah, you guys are awesome!" She, he, whoever beamed with chewing gum between endearingly crooked teeth. Cliff got up from his seat and walked over to the "mysterious stranger." "I'm always happy to meet a fan," he smiled. "My name is Cliff, what's yours?" "Laaaahhh..." Shit, busted. Lars would have to think of a name on the spot. "Rain!" Whew. "Laraine! Nice to meet you!" Cliff stifled a laugh, almost breaking character, not that he really had one, but still. "Laraine," he said, taking "her" hand. "It's very nice to meet you too." He kissed it tenderly, never breaking eye contact, and "she" gave a little giggle in response. "So, Laraine." Cliff dragged out the last syllable of the pseudonym in a way that gave Lars a shiver up his spine. "What do you like about Metallica?" Lars twirled a ponytail between his index and middle fingers and continued chewing the gum loudly. It would have been rude if it hadn't been so god damned hot. "You guys are just real heavy, you know?" He thought a little harder, looking skyward for a moment. "Real fucking metal." Cliff nodded and smiled. "Wow, thanks, Laraine." He really liked the improvised name. Liked the way it rolled off his tongue. "What's your favorite song?" "Hmmmmmmm." Lars bit his bottom lip, and Cliff instinctively put both hands in his pockets. He didn't want the charade to be over before it began, even if his dick had other ideas. "I'd have to say 'Motorbreath.'" "Mmm." Cliff's moan was shorter than Lars's, Laraine's. "I like that one too." He suddenly realized that Lars had been inching closer to him for the whole time, so that by now they stood chest to chest, or they would if Lars were a bit taller. In any case, it was almost too much for Cliff to bear, so he went back to his seat to catch his breath. Things were getting too hot much too quickly, but he had a feeling Lars wouldn't let him go over the edge. Not like this anyway. Lars didn't waste any time sauntering right over to him. Light shone brightly off of his belt as his hips swayed. "I'd really like an autograph, Mr. B--" Fuck, he never gave his LAST name. "Heh, Cliff." Lars batted his heavily-mascara'ed eyelashes. The makeup was kind of itchy, but it was worth the mild discomfort. "Aw, honey," Cliff frowned. "I don't have a Sharpie. Would you settle for a kiss on the cheek?" Lars giggled and sat on Cliff's lap, his cute miniskirted ass resting across Cliff's thigh as his legs turned slightly inward. "Hehe, nope!" he grinned, taking a lock of Cliff's hair and wrapping it around his index finger. "You are my FAVORITE bassist, you know." He blew a smallish bubble and chomped it into oblivion. Cliff could no longer keep his hands to himself. His fingers toyed with the bullets around Lars's hips and came to rest on the narrowest part of his waist. "How would you like your favorite bassist to make it up to you, Laraine?" Lars pushed Cliff's auburn hair behind one of his ears and leaned in close. "However he wants," he whispered, leaving a tiny pink smudge on his earlobe. By now, they were both almost too hot even to move. "How about a kiss on the lips instead then?" Cliff reached over Lars and drew him in for a sultry kiss. He moaned into the kiss when he felt an uncharacteristically strong hand palm his crotch. Right, "Laraine" was still Lars, with dude hands and drummer callouses. Nothing wrong with that at all. He reached into Lars's mouth with his tongue, briefly tasting some of the acrid lipstick. The revulsion quickly subsided as nimble fingers undid his jeans and freed his cock from its denim confines. "Oh Lars," he moaned as he felt a hand wrap around and start stroking. It abruptly stopped. "Lars?" He looked up at Cliff with an innocently curious expression, and furrowed his brow a bit. Cliff was frantic. "Uuuuhh, uuuumm...Laraine, Laraine!" Cliff sighed and closed his eyes as Lars continued stroking. "It's -- aaaah -- too early for nicknamesanyhowohholyfuck--" With his hand still clasped around him, Lars slid down from his lap and knelt between his legs. "You like it?" Lars asked, letting his warm breath wash over Cliff and watching him jolt with pleasure. "I dunno, I want more." His mouth descended upon his erection, and Cliff could hardly keep his hips from rising out of the seat. "Uh, yeah." Cliff was having trouble forming sentences in his addled brain; Lars's mouth was just so sweet, and his tongue moved every which way up and down his shaft. "Me too -- aaaooh god -- want more. Please." Lars pulled his mouth away and licked his lips. "I thought you might say that," he said, pulling a condom out of his back pocket and pressing it into Cliff's hand. Cliff made sure to grab the bottle of lube out of the pocket of his discarded jacket before leading Lars into the bathroom. Once they were both inside, he crashed his body against Lars's, sucking him into another kiss, pushing him against the door and pulling his legs up so that they wrapped around him. Not one article of clothing had been lost between them, but disrobing wasn't really the objective here, not for Lars anyway. In fact, Cliff preferred that Lars stay as robed as possible -- he'd work around the clothing somehow. "Get on your knees," he whispered softly, letting Lars down out of his grip. Lars sat on his knees right in front of him, nice and obedient, like a good little groupie. Cliff took off his clothes -- shirt, jeans, socks, shoes, underwear -- and threw them into the bathtub. "Turn around." Lars swiveled around, his legs parting slightly. Cliff got on his knees behind him and ran his hands over his back, down to right above his ass, up again over his chest and belly, then down over his crotch. He gave his ass a light squeeze before lifting the miniskirt up a bit and pulling his fishnets and underwear down. He dripped a few drops of lube onto his index finger and slowly pushed his finger into Lars, feeling him tense up slightly underneath his other hand, which was steadily holding onto his shoulder. "Oh god Cliff..." The pitch of Lars's voice dipped down to normal. "Ssssshhh," Cliff hushed over Lars's shoulder. He kissed the side of his forehead and down to his temple before resting his head in the crook of his neck and kissing him there too. Without further fuss, he slipped another finger in and before long Lars was grabbing his wrist, forcing him in and out at a more rapid rate. Lars whined as he felt Cliff's cock brush against the back of his thigh. "Ah, please, please fuck me," he begged, fucking himself on Cliff's fingers and remembering to heighten his voice a smidge. "Oh, I'm your biggest fan." Cliff chuckled a little, having forgotten about the game in the meantime. He pulled his finger out, rolled on the condom, and lubed himself hastily. "Bend over," he said, his voice trembling slightly. It was impossible to stay calm, try as he might -- hell, he nearly came just putting the condom on. Lars grabbed a hold of the sink in front of him, bending forward slightly as he felt Cliff fill him up. "Aaaaahh yeah, Cliff," he breathed with satisfaction in his voice. Cliff's hands slid under the bottom of his t-shirt as he thrust deeper, and Lars put a hand on his thigh to remind him to take it a bit easy. "Laraine," after all, was quite new at this despite her coquettishness, even if Lars wasn't. Cliff slowed down a little, but the pace felt like torture. He grasped Lars's hips, gave a few long, deep thrusts, and it was all over. He buried himself as deep into Lars as he could before coming, and remained inside as the last aftershocks shook him, sighing heavily as he rested his head on Lars's shoulder. When he pulled out, he felt Lars come with a modest shiver -- he hadn't noticed that Lars was working himself underneath the miniskirt, and he wasn't too concerned. Both men sat up side by side with backs against the door. "So I didn't look ridiculous?" asked Lars. His mascara ran through rivulets of sweat, and the light traces of lipstick that hadn't been kissed off were smudged around the lower half of his face. Both of his ponytails were falling apart. "Are you kidding me?" Cliff stared at Lars incredulously. "No! God! I mean, I--" At a loss for words, he simply put his arm around Lars and kissed him on the lips, eliciting a blush. "Thanks," Lars beamed. "I pick the game next time?" he suggested as he got up, emptied the tub of clothes, and turned on the shower. Cliff smirked. "Sure thing, babe." He stood up, legs still wobbly from orgasm, and followed closely behind. |
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| Isis | August 3, 2011, 10:40 pm Post #2 |
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TEA + CUDDLES
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CLIFF/LARS sdlkfjsdfjs SQUEE My day is made.
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| LaurenHetfield | August 4, 2011, 1:24 am Post #3 |
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Shadow Kissed
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Well, that was pretty hot. And the concept was fun to read, I could just picture it happenig that way. |
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| larscriancinha | August 4, 2011, 1:40 am Post #4 |
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Larsybaby
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I loved this.
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| BleedingSoul | August 4, 2011, 8:29 am Post #5 |
Frantic
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HOT! DAYUM!
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| youthanasia | August 4, 2011, 7:10 pm Post #6 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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I'm here to make days and chew bubblegum...and I'm all out of bubblegum Thanks so much to all you lovely people for the comments!
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| UnnamedFeeling | August 4, 2011, 7:16 pm Post #7 |
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Bad Seed
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eeepp!i think even my ears are blushing.. that was just..AWESOME, and so Hot!
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| Jik Hyun | August 4, 2011, 11:28 pm Post #8 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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holy slut bunnies that was crazy ass hot. |
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| youthanasia | August 5, 2011, 10:08 pm Post #9 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Now MY day is made too
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| The Cosmic Gerbil | August 7, 2011, 5:01 pm Post #10 |
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Forbidden Forest Ranger
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Yay, Cliff and Lars are cute and hot together
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| JamesUlrich | August 12, 2011, 2:09 pm Post #11 |
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Bad Seed
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wow! Cliff/Lars never thought of that really hot fanfic!!
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| youthanasia | August 15, 2011, 12:34 am Post #12 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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If you like the pairing, you should check out Aria's stuff -- she's written some VERY nice stories for us all to enjoy ![]() Thanks again for comments, everyone
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really hot fanfic!!

4:47 AM Jul 11