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Memories; James/Kirk. James/Dave (past). Oneshot. 1993
Topic Started: October 28, 2011, 2:22 pm (895 Views)
Izzy
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Okay, after a few months, here's my second slash fic that I wrote this afternoon. It's shorter than my first one, and to be honest, much harder to write than my first one too. Since I'm still writing my very long het fic I started over 6 months ago, I think that this will be my last slash fic I will write for a while. But I hope you like it. :)


Okay... here we go...




"Everything okay, James?" Kirk asked the blonde guitarist, who in Kirk's eyes, seemed to be thinking about a certain event with thought. It had been a long and tiring concert the night before and now on this plane journey to the next event, James continued to stare out of the plane window in depth. As Kirk looked at the blonde's slightly saddened but yet exhausted face, he still believed James was thinking about the recent concert. Little did Kirk know that one simple and ordinary concert was the last thing on James' mind.

"Yeah..." was all James could say. He didn't look at Kirk; he didn't want to look at Kirk. All James wanted to do was to continue looking out of that window and stare deeply at the clouds of the morning sky.

"What're thinking about?" Despite that James didn't want to talk to Kirk, Kirk wanted to talk to him.

"Nothing to do with you" The blonde snapped.

"I... I was just wondering."

"Well... you shouldn't wonder about shit that hasn't got anything to do with you!" James snapped again and Kirk was silenced. "Sorry..." James spoke coyly.

"No. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have got involved. Especially since you're thinking about something that has nothing to do with me..."

"That's the problem with you, Kirk. You're always taking the blame for stuff you didn't do. Say... let's forget about this tension shit, why don't you sit on top of me and be my master like you were last night, huh?"

"What... right here... on this airplane... while Lars and Jason are still sleeping. We could wake them."

"Do I look like a give a damn? And come on, even if they were awake, they wouldn't give two shits... also, if you have seen the way that they look at each other, you'd know that they are lovers. Like we are..."

"But..." The apprehensive Kirk continued, "Are you sure about this?" Kirk asked as he sat on the blonde's lap. "Isn't there something else bothering you... the way you snapped just now... it was like something else was bothering you. Are you sure that you're okay?"

"Hey... I'm fine... and you were right... I was just thinking about that concert... that tiring concert last night. Now... are you going to kiss me or what?"

Kirk immediately performed what the blonde had commanded; he kissed the blonde deadly, believing James' lies of being all right. As their moustaches tickled each other, James, although he was enjoying the kiss from his follow guitarist, remembered a different kiss, a kiss from his past, and a kiss that he would perhaps never experience again. He remembered Dave, his ginger ex-partner from the early eighties, he remembered their first kiss together, he remembered the touch of Dave's puffy lips on top of his, which made him melt as they kissed for the first time and he remembered the first night that they spent together, a night James loved completely. Little did James know at the time, his romance with Dave would only last for a year, and also little did the young blonde know that the ending of his first romance with a guy would leave him so devastated. Remembering the heartbreak of the end of his relationship with Dave, James remembered in depth the memory of one moment he spent with his former lover, after the best night of his life to be exact, but he wouldn't yet know that the most special moment he spent with Dave would be their last.




"You enjoy last night, James?" Dave asked his lover while they both lay naked in each other's arms on the single bed that they shared for the night.

"Loved it" The blonde replied as he glared into Dave's gorgeous brown eyes. "I love it when you make love to me like that."

"I knew that you'd love it when I take it nice and slowly... I remember the last few times when we were fucking and we're forced to go rough and fast... because he didn't have the damn time to take things nice and slowly...and after that, although you said you loved it... I looked into your blue eyes and I saw how devastated you were. It crushes me to see you so sad...Jamie" The blonde smiled, he ran a couple of fingers through his lover's strawberry-blonde hair before that smile transformed into a coy giggle. James loved it when his lover called him 'Jamie'. "But..." Dave continued. "Seeing you last night... it just made me so... so ecstatic. You didn't have to say anything to me after we'd finished, just looking into your crystal blue eyes, I knew how much you enjoyed it."

"Dave..."

"What is it? Didn't like what I said to you..." Dave teased as he positioned his head closer to James'.

"Of course I liked what you said to me, in fact I love hearing how much you care about me... it's just that every time I do, I feel these fucking tears dripping down my cheeks."

"What have I said about crying, Jamie? I don't like seeing you cry, makes me wanna cry too." Dave spoke as he softly wiped a few tears away from James' cheeks with the tip of his thumb.

"Do you think we'll be together forever?"

"James, that sounds cheesy."

"I mean... we're not going to break up. Are we?"

"Of course not... why the fuck do I want to break up with you. Okay, you're not my first but you're certainly the man I love the most and I don't think I'm ever going to love someone more than I love you."

"You mean that?" The flattered young James asked.

"More than anything in the world. Why'd you ask, are you still thinking about the fact that I'm your first lover. Or... don't you love me anymore?"

"I still love you Dave. I love you more than anyone, and I don't think I'll ever love anyone else as much as I love you"

"So... you feel the same way as I do, huh?" Dave asked; James nodded. "Good!" Dave's lips pressed onto his lovers, and as always, every one of Dave's kisses melted the young James to the core. "Mind you..." Dave paused to light up a cigarette. "I've seen the way Lars looks at you, he fancies the fucking pants of you."

"And don't remind me. I don't love Lars, I like him but I don't want to be in a relationship with him... sometimes...he's just too... what's the word... annoying."

"He wants us to break up... I've seen how he looks at us when we're together. But don't worry, Jamie, he won't succeed because you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because we've got each other, and that's all that matters. And, to answer your earlier question... yes... yes will be together forever."

But they weren't meant to be. Little did both James and Dave know, that morning after the best night of the lives would be the last time that they would ever be intimate again. Lars did indeed succeed with breaking them up, and all he had to do was to give Dave more beers after every concert. Dave became aggressive whilst drunk, James and the rest of the band became daft while drunk, and of course: violent people and silly people don't mix. James was drifting away from Dave... but that didn't stop him from loving the pants off the strawberry-blonde haired guitarist. Even when relations between both him and Dave were at an all time low on that dreadful day when they last saw each other face to face, James still couldn't stop his love for Dave, he didn't want to. And deep down, he knew that Dave still loved him equally in return.

"Have a safe journey back to L.A" Lars had said to Dave that day while in New York, just before the three remaining band members would retreat to the studio behind them, to begin recording their band's debut album.

"What? You're kicking me out, just like that?" Dave asked in shock, but all he could do was stare at James. The blonde wanted to look at his former lover but refrained with sadness.

"You're lucky that we've given you money for the bus fare. The way you've treated us, we shouldn't give you anything at all."

"Just one more chance, I'll change." Dave pleaded as his brown eyes continued to look at James. Lars noticed this and knowing that if he were to give Dave that one last chance, he would get back together with James. Lars didn't want that, and he would do anything to make sure that they wouldn't get back together again.

"You've had many chances. No more. Come on Cliff, James, we've got an album to record."

"But... how are you going to find another guitarist?" Dave asked as the three remaining members began to walk inside the studio.

"Remember Kirk Hammett, from Exodus. He'll be a great replacement. As I said, we've got a record to make."

"James... please." Dave began to beg. "Don't let Lars treat me like this. Please. I love you James..."

James wanted to turn around; he wanted all of this chaos between Dave, him and his fellow two band members to end. But he was nervous, too nervous to the thought of what Lars might do to them next, if he were to intervene and to persuade Lars for Dave to stay in the band. But, he didn't say anything. He followed Lars into the studio, and didn't even look at his former lover, as much as he wanted to. And those last words from Dave were still haunting him to this very day...





"10 years..." James whispered out loud, remembering that last moment with Dave. Kirk heard that short statement and refrained from nibbling on the blonde's neck.

"What happened ten years ago?" Kirk looked into James' deep blue eyes and asked. James didn't dare to say what happened ten years before, when he last saw the only man he cared so deeply about, he refused to tell his fellow guitarist about how he walked away from his former lover like he never even cared about him at all. But, not wanting to tell Kirk didn't stop him thinking about that heartbreaking event that occurred ten years ago... exactly ten years ago.

"No fucking shit happened ten years ago." James spoke, like nothing had happened to him. He wanted Kirk to think that nothing happened but of course, nothing could stop him thinking about his heartbreak and the aftermath. After his break-up with Dave, James dated Lars for a while until the spring of '86, he fucked Jason a couple of times, and is now currently dating Kirk since the beginning of the current year. But, with every relationship and fuck James was involved in, he knew that he didn't love them. Sure, he liked them all, but as friends, he never loved any of them because even after 10 long years, James still knew that his heart belonged to Dave. He often wondered if events had turned out differently, would he still be with Dave if it did?

"Are you sure nothing happened ten years ago? Sounds like something did. Break up with someone special?" Kirk asked.

"Yeah..." James sighed. That was all he wanted Kirk to know. "But... ten years is a long time, and I have enjoyed our few years together" This was the truth; James indeed enjoyed his relationship with Kirk, he was beginning to fall for him. But that was much easier said than done since this was the tenth anniversary since he last saw his former companion and all James had left were the memories of their short year together. "You know what..." James began. "I don't want any sauciness on this plane journey, let's just snuggle together, how does that sound?"

"Sounds perfectly fine to me!" Kirk responded by comfortingly lying on top of James and afterwards, the blonde ran his fingers through Kirk's deep black curly hair. "I love you James..." Kirk whispered. James didn't answer and continued to look out of the plane window. Dave... James thought silently. Why do I still love you...



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MetalliSarah
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That was great! Loved it. You could get into what James was feeling.
Nice story. :D :heart:
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Izzy
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Thanks for reading! :D :huggie:
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Awww :heart:
I liked it! It was sad, but I liked it! Very well written and I agree with Sarah, you got into what James was feeling and that was really good.
And Dave was really sweet in this story!
It was great! :D
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nice fic.
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