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| Shannyn(: | September 20, 2011, 6:23 am Post #46 |
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Tongue-tied & twisted just an earthbound misfit, I
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| MetallicaObsessed | September 21, 2011, 2:02 am Post #47 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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This is just great! The suspense is killing me! Love this story! |
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| usmcjahusmc8762 | September 24, 2011, 5:10 am Post #48 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Zane stepped back, and searched James face. His body, from head to toe, then back up again to his eyes. Why did he seem so different? It's the body. He's filled out more. He looks healthy, not fat, soft and easy, instead of hard and rugged like a rusty steak knife. What was she doing? Standing here in front of him shell shocked? Not moving, her hands shaky and sweaty at his sides. He looked so calm, and yet, so nervous all at once. Zane continued to stare at him almost in horror. She shifted her eyes to the floor once she realized he had began to stare at her in confusion, and in somewhat of a horror, as well. Almost as if he was telling her he had mistake by coming here. She shuddered when he took a step back. She didn't want him to go, but she didn't want him to stay either. She was doing alright without him. So she thought. Her friends just chastized her about how sickly and upset she had been looking, and it really wasn't helping the situation. BUT! She was making it. Or.. Learning to at least. She raised her eyes to stare up at him once more. Her lips moving, but only a soft whisper escaping in time before he turned away. "Wait... Don't go.. Not yet.. Come in.. Excuse my rudeness." After about 5 awkward minutes of silence around the tiny, wooden, table, James finally cleared his throat. "So, aren't you gonna ask me why I came here?" She stared over his shoulder and shook her head 'no'. "Well, why is that? Do you care?" She shot him a slight glare and he felt the shudder run down his spine. He positioned himself as if he were going to get up, but she held up her hand. Again, he shot her a confused look. "Zane, I'm not understanding if you want me here. But the way you are holding yourself, it tells me that you feel uncomfortable around me. And I don't wanna do that to you." She bounced up out of her seat and stood directly in front of him. Glaring she inhaled with a shaky breath. She could smell his cologne and the mint on his teeth. "You didn't seem to care before. Why start now?" He looked down at her and closed his eyes. "I deserved that, yes. But Zane, I came here to try and ask you to get to know me as the "new" me. I want to start over. Completely." She sighed, shaking her head from side-to-side. A pathetic smile creeping to her face. "That will never happen James. You know this. It was well and fucking done with when you left. I'm sorry, but I moved on. Found someone else. I know that hurts to hear but it's.." He cut her off with a slight chuckle. "It's a lie Zane. You haven't found anyone else. Nor have you completely moved on. It was never over between us. Don't you get it? We are that fucking couple that is going to fight, hit, scream, and break up a thousand times. But we will always run back to each other. It's who we are, and it's real love." She stared at him blankly and turned her back to him. Mumbling and staring at the ground as she spoke, "Real love is not abusing each other." James felt the knot in his throat grow larger, his chest began to heave faster to pull in more air. His lungs started to burn and his heart felt like it was gonna explode. One ventricel at a time. He lowered his head in shame and stepped back towards the door. When Zane heard his heavy footsteps echoing away from her, she turned and stopped him. Grabbing his large biccep in her tiny hands, she pleaded him with her gaze. He continued to stare down at her. The guilt and the shame, flowing from his eyes. "Zane, my dear. I really should get going." She squeezed his arm tighter in an attempt to pull him closer and away from the door. His steps were more of stumbles and she giggled lightly. Staring up at him, she held his blue eyes and looked as far in as she could possibly get. What was she missing? She saw the guilt, and the shame, and the anger. But there's something else in there. It's not the love, and it's not the depression. It's the pain he still feels. The pain he had to experience when shutting his pride down completely. Letting his ego shift away from his heart, and set everything out on the table for everybody else to examine. She saw the pain that he was still feeling from her hand the day it landed across his smooth cheek. She caused him a majority of that pain. Always telling him, talking at him and being controlling. Never once did she ever feel him, or trust him fully. She saw the damage she had done herself to this human being, and she saw the damage that he admitted to himself that he caused to his own being. She felt the tear slide down her cheek, and she watched as his hand rose cautiously towards her face. She flinched, but allowed him to swipe his thumb over the tear and brush it away. He let his hand linger there for a second longer before returning his hand to his side. She flinched. Why did she flinch? Does she think that I am still capable of that kind of pain? He thought. "I think this really is the end, Zane.. I don't want to hurt you anymore.. I'm done being responsible for your pain, and destruction. It's time... It's time to let each other go. Whether we want to or not. I know it sucks. I love you, and I know you never fully believed that, or trusted it. But it is true. Down to every last word and fucking letter. I do love you. And I will never love again to this extent. That I promise you. But this, this pain I caused you..-shakes his head closing his eyes- This pain I caused you is still killing me inside. And I wait for the day that it take my soul completely in its embrace." She stepped back, dragging him with by the arm. Her smile had faded into a broken grin and her eyes were softer than they were earlier during their stare down. He followed her with ease, but soon hesitated when they stood in the doorway of her tiny bedroom. She looked over at her shoulder at the king sized bed, then took a glance at him before pulling him unexpectedly towards the bed, until they both plopped down on it. James quickly recovered and jumped back to his feet. Smoothing his shirt he stared at her shyly as she lay there. His eyes raking over the patch of exposed tan flesh. Her belly button just peeking out from underneath the hem of her shirt. He spotted something shiny and smiled to himself. She pierced it. He shook the thoughts out of his head and stepped back towards the door. He watched her playful gaze turn to confusion and shame. "Zane, you're not ready. Nor am I.. DOn't try and force yourself to be ready for me anymore! Please! It's just not.. It's just not helping. Please, just work with me okay baby? Just work with me." She stood herself, smoothing her shirt down before crossing her arms over her chest. "How much longer James? How much longer am I going to have to work with you? I'm willing to wait.. I have waited.. All three times you left! But I can't wait any longer. So it's either take me tonight, or walk out now and never come back.. That's my compromise... I have waited and worked with you plenty of times. Now it's your turn to work and wait for me.." MORE SOON |
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| Orionhearted | September 24, 2011, 11:15 am Post #49 |
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Frantic
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I really liked this line, its a great reflection of how his persona has changed. Great chapter! |
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| MetallicaObsessed | September 24, 2011, 12:39 pm Post #50 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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Thanks for the update. I feel Zane's pain, but she seems to be trying to re-establish the pattern of controlling James with sex, right off the jump? Doesn't seem like she completely understand what James is going through this time around. I know she wants him to work with her, but I think that if she loves him she won't use him and compromise his progress like that. I totally understand how she would want that affirmation that making love can provide, but can't she see he is clearly not ready for that? Great update! Keep it coming! |
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| usmcjahusmc8762 | September 25, 2011, 7:21 pm Post #51 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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James stared at her, trying to find the words he wanted so badly to say. They were dancing around in his head, but if he voiced them, he knew it'd just come in a jumble. He really didn't want to lose her. Is this what Cliff meant? Don't say the things you practiced? And that I wouldn't regret the choice I made? How the fuck would he know what choice I make? Can you see me Cliff? Hep me. Give me the clue to make a decision. I can't do this alone.. Please bro. I need you here. Right now, to tell me what to tell her. James, you got this. I cannot help you. This is a time for you to say something on your own. I've helped you as far as I can. Remember, honesty and trust. She has worked with you, and she has waited. It's time for you to return the favor. You do not have to sleep with her to get her to see these things. Not everything is about the love making. You are not ready my friend, to hold a bare form to your chest. You know this, and she does to. It's in your eyes. She knows that if you roll around with her tonight, you were never ready. Hold her, cherish her. Talk with her. James, you have changed, don't give her another reason to run. "I don't want to walk out this door.." He whispered harshly. "Then don't James. I wasn't asking for you to make love to me when I pulled you down onto the bed with me. I was asking you to hold me and sleep with me. It was a test James. A test I knew you'd be ready to take and question. James, baby, I don't want anything other than to listen to your story. Just hold me. Tell me everything has changed. Show me things have changed with us." Her hands were tracing down his chest, over his sides and across his stomach. She was looking him in the eyes. For the first time tonight, they were meeting each others gaze without the anger or hurt behind. This time, it was about the honesty they read in each others reflection. "I don't know how to Zane. I'm scared.. I'm scared that if I hold you, I'm just gonna shake and drop you." She smiled softly at him and shook her head slowly. "You can drop me James, but I know that you'll always be right there to pick me back up. No matter what. Baby, people make mistakes and I see now that all you did was make a mistake. You can come back from mistakes. Show me baby, tell me. Tell me the story like it's a fairytale. I want to know about it, I want to love it. I want to love you." Without another word, or breaking their stare in the slightest way, he gripped her sides and lifted her onto his waist. Holding her securely, he carried her to the king sized bed, and without letting her go, he lied them down. Holding her tightly to his broad frame, he continued to stare into her eyes. Reaching one hand up, he carressed her cheek with his thumb. Brushing the small strand of hair out of her eyes. Switching his eyes back and forth between her face and lips, and eyes. Memorizing the way she was staring at him, the feel of her gentle embrace around his torso. The way her lips were not begging for his touch, and how her eyes pleaded with his lips to move and make sound. "I ran away from everything. You, the band, the illness that consumed my father and mother. I never wanted to handle anything. I let Lars do it for me. Cliff would scold me each time. He disapproved of my drinking, and my drugs. He always confronted me, or tried to at least -soft chuckle-. Everyday, even since he's been dead, he would talk to me. Sometimes scream at me, and kick me in the ass. He wanted me to be happy. But when I ran towards those therapists to help myself, he stopped confronting me. He stopped talking to me, and visiting me in my day dreams. And I began to shut down. I had everything with him there on my shoulder. And when I noticed he was gone, and actually hadn't been there telling me things, it was too late." "It was too late to even breathe. Those women, all those dirty women in the showers, Cliff would glare at me. Knowing I was cheating and not caring about who was at my home waiting for me. He blamed me for everything. But he had every right too. Those nice people, at the house I stayed at? They struggled every day with me. I refused for the longest time, to let the little man in the chair listen to me. I'd stare at him the whole time. Just blankly. But little did he know, I was talking. Just not to him. I was speaking to Cliff. More like listening but, whatever. You know what he would say to me as he watched me stare at this man in the chair? He would, -soft chuckle- he would yell at me. The whole time. Never once had his voice been soft or caring. It was all his anger. Towards me, towards my actions. One day, I even asked him. I asked him if he loved me. I asked him how much he cared. And in my day dream, he had slapped me. Not punched, or shoved. He slapped me. Across the right cheek. His firey glare had snapped me out of my day dream, and right then and there, I was able to tell the little man in the chair, everything." "Just as I'm telling you everything. I began to preach to him everything Cliff had been preaching to me the two days during my time with the man in the chair. I began to admit, how much I was torturing myself and KILLING those who were trying to take the time to help me. I told the man in the chair, how much I never valued the life my mother gave me, and how much I hated the fact that I felt I had no purpose in life. He preached back to me. He prayed with and for me. He took me to a confessional. And I found myself uncomfortable, but in that little box room. He told me, you'll find an old friend in there. And you're gonna speak to that friend and you're gonna profess your love for this friend, and that friend will do the same back." "I glared at him and shoved him out of my way. I remember plopping down angrily in the little box. I was angry because I felt as if he was forcing religion on me to "cure" me from what I was suffereing. When really I just wanted better people skills. -soft chuckle- Well anyway, I stepped in there, shut my eyes and began to speak. Asking questions like where are you friend? and How come you're late?[/i] Frustration insued and I walked out. The little man stood there dumbfounded and ushered me back in. 'Patience my friend' he would tell me. 'Mocking the friend will push the friend further down the road and away from your direction. Do not mock. Honesty my student. Turst, and love. That's it. Do it again.' "[/i] "So I sat in there once again. I stayed in there for hours before 'this friend' showed its face. And it was my mother. I jumped at first and then settled. Holding my eyes away from her, she and I, we talked. She professed how much she loved and cherished me. How much she wished she could have come and seen me play, and slam my head around -soft chuckle-. Then, she changed.. Her whole mood went a completely different direction. And she became upset. Sad. She began to scold me, and tell me she disapproved of the things I was doing. COnfused I told her 'You just said that you were proud of me.' She smacked me. And said I was foolish for twisting peoples words into things they were not. She sat there and explained to me how there are ALWAYS two sides to everything. That you don't HAVE to feel just ONE thing. You can feel multiple emotions at once and that it was okay." "I sassed her a lot. And was met by a smack each time. Just like she would have done when I was little. After a few hours, I came out crying. Holding my face in my hands, the little man stared at me in observation. We went back to the house I stayed in and he spoke to me. He had never spoke to me before in the room. Even when I was in the stage of ignoring him. He never pushed a conversation until that day. He said, 'This is not a time to ask what you feel. It is a time to learn what you feel and how to use it in your advantage. You play music. Yes. Great, but do you play the music of life or do you play the music of feeling? These sound the same, but my student, they are much different. Your friend..Cliff? You say he spits anger at you, but then spits happiness and joy? What did your friend in there do?'" "I spoke to him of the things my mother spoke to me of. I showed him pictures, and letters and what not. He smiled a few smiles and chuckled a few times. But he refused to not judge me. He stated that 'I must be judged to learn how I have judged others.' It never sank in til the day they decided I was well enough to go on my own and actually learn for myself. But the little man in the chair told me that there was someone I would come across and I won't know what to do. That I should look into the mirror. Look into the eyes that reflected off the glass and find a reason." "I found yesterday that my reason, and my purpose here in this world, are you and Metallica. And I found that the only way I'm gonna be happy, is if I take these two happy things, and combine them. Shove them together in one session. But I needed to be careful to not break, or control how each of these things work. See Zane. That's what my problem is. I was an alcoholic because I allowed myself to believe that it pushed the monster away and that it helped me to better understand the things in front of me. I allowed myself to let the liquor make me feel ONE way instead of a thousand ways. I searched and I craved for happiness and attention. But now, I do not. I'm willing to accept someone ignoring me, or hating me." "But I cannot accept the hate that you felt for me, and I can accept the ignoring from you. I need you, and I want to relearn how to hold you, and the things you like and dislike. I need to study everything that you ever were. I need you to do the same with me. I need you to examine what I was and what I am now. And if you have to run, then I need to see it. I need to see you run in circles and I need to listen to your screams of frustration. I need to feel your pain and love. I need you and I need your life. Do you understand Zane? I cannot lay here and roll around with you, and force your screams, and force your tears and sweat. I do not want to force these things anymore. I need to give them, and if you receive it I will smile." "I cannot kiss you, I cannot touch you. I want to. I want to touch you, I want to love you in ways that you enjoyed times and times before. But those times before will never feel like the times now. I don't want it to be sloppy, I don't want it to be controlling. I will try and I will work myself up for you. But know that when that moment comes, that moment of touching and loving. It will be on my ready and willing time. I look forward to running through many crash courses with you. But Zane? Are you ready? Are you ready to chance me and to take me? To beat me down when I need it? I say I WANT these things because these are things that I crave. I stated that I NEEDED things before. Those things I NEED will be my path for a new beginning. And the things I want, well, hopefully they will all sum up and create my end." She stared back at me. She really was soaking in everything I was saying. Not becoming confused when my story rambled in meaningless detail. She was loving it, and she was believing my honesty. She was admiring my courage and she nodded. She nodded her head up and down. A slow smile creeping onto her cheeks, and a glisten in her eyes forming. She leaned forward, and in a gentle movement, she pressed her lips to mine. Not moving or devouring, but rested them there. Her nose brushed the tip of mine, and I smiled against her. Pulling away, I tucked her tighter against my chest. My rain stained shirt, soaking through hers and the covers. But she nor I cared much about the wet sleep we would encounter. Resting my chin on the top of her head, I smiled to myself and closed my eyes. Lazily rubbing these tiny circles on her lower back, I felt her shift as far as she could against me. I listened to her sigh as she inhaled my strong cologne. Her soft moan from the intense, intoxicating smell. She loved me. I loved her. And we would see what would come of this in the morning. As if she knew that this was the time to listen and to not speak. She would answer my question with her voice and actions in the morning. But now, she would just listen. She would just listen, and fall asleep to the sound of my heart beat and snores. In the morning, I will know. She will know. And we will go from there. |
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| Shannyn(: | September 27, 2011, 5:32 am Post #52 |
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AWWHMYFUCKINGGOSH! These last two chapters were TERRIFIC James sounded so pure, & loving.. Seeing his Mom made me emotional :')ifuckinglovedthis
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| usmcjahusmc8762 | September 28, 2011, 8:40 pm Post #53 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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The next morning I stood bare chested, bare footed in the kitchen. My hands gripping the counter, my eyes strained on the coffee pot. Which seemed to be taking unusually long to make the coffee. I decided to tread on towards the bedroom and check if Zane was awake. I leaned in the doorway, and she was all curled up on the large bed. her arms clutching my pillow, her brown hair sprawled in tangles across the white sheets. She was snoring lightly and her mouth was curled in a tiny smile. She must be having a good dream I thought. I spun on my heels and walked back to the coffee pot. Sighing in frustration at the disappointment that it wasn't done, I opened the freezer. Ice, waffles, pork-chops, ribs. Is this what she's living off of?! I snatched the waffles and threw them on the counter. Pulling out the toaster, I pushed the waffles in and waited.. Finally the coffee maker went off and I quickly shut it off, so the loud alarm would not wake her. Pouring both her and I a cup, I placed the two waffles on a plate and doused it in syrup just like she loved. Covering them in peanut butter and creaming her coffee, I set everything on a tray and walked towards the bed room. She had moved from her fetal position, to sitting up against the wooden head board. She smiled and rubbed her tired eyes. I returned the gesture and sat the tray on the dresser. Leaning down I kissed her head nervously. "How'd you sleep?" I whispered in her ear. I watched as my breath caused goosebumps on her neck. Pulling away, I smiled and set the tray in her lap. "I saw that you only had ribs and pork-chops. How are you living Zane?" The comment was supposed to come out as a joke, but the look on her face told me she didn't hear it the way I did. "I'm sorry..I didn't mean it that way.." I looked down ashamed and turned towards the doorway. Facing her, I lead against the wooden frame. "Well, how'd you sleep?" She stared at me blankly. "You already asked me that." I smiled. "Yeah, and you didn't answer.." "I slept well, thank you.. What is this?" She looked down at her plate with a giddy smile. "It's waffles. Just the way you like them. And that's your coffee the way you like it as well." She looked back up at me. "I wouldn't expect you to fix me something the way I hated it." She giggled. "Yeah i suppose you're right." I turned to make my way to the kitchen when she called my name. I turned back towards her and gave her a questioning look. "Yes?" "You don't have to go just yet.. I mean.. I mean you can stay and eat and shower if you'd like.. You don't have to.. But I don't want you to feel like you have to rush out of here..." I smiled at her softly and strode towards her. Stretching my lengthy body along the king sized bed I stretched out flat on my stomach. Resting my chin on on my arms folded underneath me. "I'll stay. But do I need a shower? I don't think I smelled that bad." "You slept in wet clothes." She said seriously. "Uh no I didn't. Can;t you see me? I undressed in the middle of the night after you had fallen asleep. I hope you didn't mind sleeping next to my half naked frame..." Her eyes traced my bare shoulders, and down my back before meeting my eyes again. "No.. I don't mind.. I've done so many times before, and I think I've seen you nude enough times that it don't bother me so much anymore." She giggled and turned away, her cheeks flushed red. "Well, if it makes you feel better, I'll go shower so you don't have to eat next to my stinky body." I smiled and wrinkled my nose at her before raising up on my arms. I watched her contently as she traced her eyes lustfully down my chest and over my stomach to my hips. She quickly looked up at me when she noticed I was staying in the same position on purpose. She ducked her head down, and bit her lip trying to hold back her smile. "Thought it had no affect on you anymore?" "Shut up and go shower stinky mother fucker." She laughed, shoving half a waffle in her mouth. "Yes ma'am." I smiled and strutted toward the bathroom. Pulling my briefs down, and turning on the spray, I stepped in. Jumping back at the cold water on my skin, I soon relaxed as it began turning warm. I rubbed my hands over my shoulders and down my chest. Watching her stare at me like that made me a little aroused and I couldn't help but stroke myself slowly. Stretching one arm out in front of me to prop myself against the wall, I pumped myself harder in my fist. My head falling forward, I moaned softly and bit my lip to keep myself from getting any louder. I pictured all the times we had had sex in this shower, and all the times she had rubbed me down, and washed me. I groaned louder and felt the heat rush to my cheeks, hoping she wasn't able to hear me. My stomach began to flip and roll, and I felt the warmness building. Teasing my slit, I exploded on my hand and the water quickly washed away my pearly mess. A few minutes later, I had completely washed myself down, and was stepping out of the shower. Looking at the vanity, I sighed in frustration at leaving my clothes piled on the floor next to the bed. ZANES POV I sat and ate my breakfast slowly. Setting the tray down, I heard a weird noise come from the bathroom. James' slick body ran behind my eye lids as I leaned my head back against the headboard. What was he doing in there? He was getting louder. I opened my eyes in shock and smiled to myself. Was he really jerking off in MY shower!?!? Really right now?! Fuck, why didn't he just ask me to do it? Oh, yeah. That's right, we are supposed to be repatching things like normal people and not humping like rabbits in heat. Right. Fixing things, he's gonna be to shy to even make a move on me.. And I'm gonna feel like a bitch if I made a move on him. 20 minutes passed, and he was still in there. Fuck, men don't have THAT much to wash. Or is he cleaning up the mess he made? God I hope so. I giggled to myself and rose from the bed. Stopping in my tracks as my feet landed in the pile made by his clothes. I looked at the bathroom door, the shower had been turned off. He was probably drying off and hadn't realized it yet, that he left his stuff out here. I decided to pick them up and walk towards the door. Stretching my arm out nervously I knocked lightly. He opened the door, hiding behind it, he peeked his head out. I kept my head down, and faced away from him. Extending the arm that held his clothes. "You left these out here... Here you go." He took them from my hand and without saying thank you, shut the door. I sighed and walked back into the kitchen. Another 10 minutes passed before he arrived in the kitchen behind me in his clothes from last night. I faced him and looked him over smiling. "You get ALL cleaned up, just to put on dirty clothes again.. Makes no sense. But okay." He smiled that sweet, loving smile and chuckled deeply. Brushing past me, I inhaled his cologne. At least he carried that with him. I'd rather have him smell like a man then smell like strawberry soap. I giggled to myself and he stared at me. "What? What's so funny?!" I turned, leaning on the counter. "Oh nothing. Just the fact that you washed yourself in strawberry smelling soap, and then put your manly cologne on." I laughed harder and he followed the joke. Laughing himself. "Hey real men wear strawberries alright?!" I started to shake with laughter and wrapped my arms around my belly. "Oh okay! I guess real men forget to put their underwear on too? I gestured towards the briefs he had tucked in his pant leg. He blushed and leaned down. Pulling them out he wadded them up and tossed them into the bedroom. "yes. Real mena don't need underwear." He smirked at me and crossed his arms over his chest. "And how does that feel against your denim and thigh?" I smirked back than clapped my hand over my mouth. That wasn't supposed to leave my brain. I stared at him wide eyed, and he laughed hard and loud. "Not to great for your information." He was grinning and laughing, and holding his stomach as he shook in excitement. I began to laugh myself before I stared at him with watery eyes. "You know, I have some sweats that'll fit you and you still have one of your old tanks here. You can wear them, and I can wash your clothes and underwear." "They are briefs, not undies. And I guess that'd be alright." He shrugged and smiled at me. I walked in to the bedroom, and handed in the change of clothes, before tossing the dirty pair into the wash. We sat awkwardly next to each other on the couch. He would glance at me and I'd give no sign of looking back. He'd turn away and then I'd look at him. We played this game for a few minutes before he started to laugh. "So what do you want to do Zane?" His tone was serious but his face was so kid like. "I don't know. A movie? It'll pas the time, til your clothes get done.." He nodded, "Okay. What movie?" I looked up, quickly losing myself in my thoughts. "I want to watch a horror." He nodded and gestured me to the dvd player. "Go for it." He smiled kindly. MORE SOON |
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| MetallicaObsessed | September 28, 2011, 9:47 pm Post #54 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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Oh you TEASE!
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| Shannyn(: | September 30, 2011, 5:02 am Post #55 |
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"Oh, yeah. That's right, we are supposed to be repatching things like normal people and not humping like rabbits in heat." !Good chapter, can't wait for more!
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| usmcjahusmc8762 | October 4, 2011, 8:38 pm Post #56 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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JAMES POV I watched contently as Zanes round ass curved, and the skin of her lower back played peek-a-boo. She was reaching down to grab a movie, a horror. I was not a fan, but this was not about me. Maybe watching a horror, will get her to jump and maybe she'll lean into me. Maybe it'll give me a shot to hold her and comfort her. But will it ever mean anything? I just want to show her everything! Fuck being patient. Fucking life and all it's ups and downs and perfect timings. It's all bullshit, but it's all worth it. Is it Cliff? This better be worth it. She rose again and smiled at me shyly. Holding the plastic case next to her cheek, her glossy blue eyes looked me up and down. I was sitting shirtless against her leather couch with my arms stretched over the back of it. I nodded my head in approval and gestured towards the DVD player for her to start it. Once she set it in, she came and sat down. But she didn't plop down next to me, or curl up into my side with her head on my shoulder. She isolated herself on the other end of the couch. I tried not to make my confusion noticable as I turned towards her. She didn't even acknowledge me. She just continued to watch as the previews flashed on the screen. I shook my head and smiled, mirroring her actions. The menu screen popped up and she didn't budge. A minute passed and I sighed, standing and pressing the play button. When I sat back down, I placed my frame closer to hers. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her tense. She stayed that way for awhile. Her legs bent so that her knees touched her chest, her forearms wrapped around her shins, and her chin resting on her knee caps. I leaned forward, resting my forearms on my thighs and running my hands over my face. "You okay James?" She slid her legs down and I looked up at her when I felt her shaky hand touch my bare shoulder. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just have a headache." I smiled tenderly and and looked back at the screen. A scene played of a man being brutly tortured, the screams from what appeared to be the victims lady friend pierced my ears and I shut my eyes tightly. She squeezed my shoulder and let go. "I'll get you some Excedrin." She rose and shut off the movie, strutting to the kitchen. I watched her hips sway. It had worked just like I thought it would. ZANES POV The burn of his skin underneath my hand made my heart raced. I felt bad he had a headache so the least I could do is give him something for it. And well, shut the movie off. The screaming wasn't helping. As I pulled the bottle out of the cupboard, I turned. I jumped slightly when I saw James standing directly behind me. His bright blue eyes were glazed over and he had a sneaky little grin on his face. I smiled back shyly and held up the bottle. He sighed and grabbed it, tossing it against the counter. I looked at him in disbelief. "I thought you... You said.. were you faking it?" His finger pressed against my lips and my eyes widened. He was shaking his head back and forth, smiling and batting his eyes childishly. "Sometimes you're just to gullible." It was a joke, but with everything that had gone on between us, I couldn't help my bitchy remark. "Yeah, I learned that being with you." He stepped back, his shoulders slumping. I realized what I said had hit him harder than I thought it would. "I'm sorry James... I didn't mean it.. Really... I didn't.. I know you're trying.." He looked at me with those hurt blue eyes and I smiled softly. "Come here James.. Please?" He stepped towards me again. I grabbed him by the hem of his old sweats, and pulled him close to me. He wasn't wearing his briefs and I could feel every inch and curve to him against my Sophie shorts. His eyes were wide with surprise, and my lips quickly found his. JAMES POV What the fuck is going on?! This isn't supposed to be physical yet! I want it to be so bad, but it's to soon. I should push her away.. I should tell her no.. I batted my eyes closed and relaxed to her touch. Letting my body give in without my heads consent. Her lips were moving beneath mine and asking for access. I denied her and pulled away. "Zane, you know this isn't right.. Come on baby, give it time.. I don't want this rushed into something physical.." She smiled and pecked my lips once more. "Silly boy, this is part of starting over. That was a very nice first kiss." I was completely dumb founded at her words. Starting over? First Kiss? What the fuck was going on? Shit.. Last night.. All the shit I told her, all the things I spilled... She wanted it on her shoulders.. She wanted to accept it. She brushed past me and I turned grabbing her arm. "Where are you going?" I smiled. And she leaned her hands against my chest smiling up at me. "I'll go wherever you go. If you're willing to take me with you." "Oh, I'm more than willing to take you with. If you promise to be a bad girl the whole way." "Oh now you want to be sexual. First you tease me with that whole breakfast mess, and then you tease me stretching yourself across my couch, and now you stand in front of me with your intoxicating smell and bare chest. You're just a walking orgasm aren't you Mr. Hetfield?" I tossed my head back and chuckled. "I can be. I men it's how I roll." I curled my lip and she giggled. "I think your clothes are done. Go get changed and maybe we can go out?" I nodded and smiled, "That sounds fine to me." ZANES POV I followed him into the bedroom and watched as his back flexed and dipped around his muscles when he leaned against the dryer. His shoulders were carved into his skin, and his 'leadfoot' tattoo scrunched with his every movement. His arms had gotten bigger and he could hardly rest them completely at his sides, like he had been able to when he was younger. I smiled to myself and bit my laughter back as he wriggled his long, toned legs into his tight black jeans. He had put on a little weight in the belly, but there was still sign of a decent enough four pack. The light patche of hair outlining his belly and chest. His pecs were more defined then they had ever been before. I ducked my head down when I realized how much I was drooling over a man that I had been with through literally thick and thin for about 6 years. I've watched him stumble, pass out, and rage over everything in one room. I've felt his anger and his pain and I've lived his lifestyle. And now, consequently we both waddled out scratched and scarred. I've lived his mistakes and he has lived mine. And for some reason he's more attractive than he has ever been. It's the moment I first met him all over again. Except this time... He's sober and healthy. I will miss the times he looked jagged and rough. But I won't miss the attitude. I will cherish the new, redefined, smooth, and gentle Hetfield. I stepped behind him and pressed my cheek against his shoulder blade. Running my hands around the front of his waist and locking my fingers together. I nuzzled his back and inhaled his drugging scent. I could feel my cheeks fill with heat and my pupils dilate. My nostrils flared as I exhaled against his bare skin. His back was so hard and smooth. I kissed the freckled skin and the traced the horseshoe of with my lips. I felt his back rise in an inhale and lower in an exhale. his hands covered mine now. "I'm sorry I rushed you.. I love you James.. And please, I beg of you.. Believe me when I say it.." He turned in my arms and winked. His sweet smile sent shivers down my spine and clearly placed goosebumps on my tanned skin. "I believe you Zane.. And I love you too. I refuse to deny you any longer." THE END!!!!!! OKAY NOT REALLY!! I'M JUST PLAYING YOU GUYS!!! I CAN'T LEAVE YOU THERE!!! STAY TUNED AND I'LL POST MORE!!!!!!! |
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| MetallicaObsessed | October 5, 2011, 4:38 pm Post #57 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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Oh that was mean! To tease like that! Love this side of James! I love that Zane is being so understanding! Eagerly awaiting the next update. |
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| Shannyn(: | October 7, 2011, 5:06 am Post #58 |
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Tongue-tied & twisted just an earthbound misfit, I
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Audra! I nearly had a freak out when i seen you put "The End" Can't wait for moreeeeeee!
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| usmcjahusmc8762 | October 11, 2011, 7:22 pm Post #59 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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"James..I..I hate being away from you..Please you can't ever leave me again." I burried my face against his shoulder and let my tears fall. His chin resed on the top of my head and he rubbed my back gently. "I won't Zane. I promise you." It had been a few days, and I hadn't seen or heard from James since the night I cried against his shoulder. I began to wonder if he had left again He was notorious for that after all. I paced my house waiting for my phone to ring. Lars said he had a surprise and who knows what this little fucking dane was up to now. James had forced us to mend the burned bridge between us and so far it was going alright. I jumped slightly when my loud ringtone began playing Seek and Destroy. Lars. I picked it up quickly. "What took ya so long?!" "Calm your shit child! come down to the studio." "Don't fucking call me child Lars. I'm 23." "Would you not be so technical? Jesus fuck. Just come down to the studio." "Fine. See you in a bit." I hung up and jumped in my car for the 10 minute drive. I pulled into the parking lot, and saw no sign of James' truck or chopper. He still wasn't coming around for music? I wondered. I stepped into the front door and Lars immeadiately grabbed me by the arm, dragging me into the recording booth."Before you protest with that big ass mouth of yours shut the fuck up and listen." I glared at him and yanked out of his grasp. Leaning against the wall I watched him nod towards Kirk to press the play button. WHAT DO YOU THINK SHES GOING TO HEAR? MORE SOON |
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| disposable_hero | October 11, 2011, 8:09 pm Post #60 |
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Frantic
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omg don't leave us hanging like that!! |
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Audra! I nearly had a freak out when i seen you put "The End"


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