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The Sex Show; ChrisxKirk, DavexJames, JamesxLars - Warning, KINK ahead, LOTS of it! NC-17 Rated!
Topic Started: October 29, 2011, 6:42 pm (8,403 Views)
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These two are too hot for their own fucking good. ;; Fappery imminent.
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"Nnnn... that's what I want to see." He moaned desperately as he flicked on the vibrations. "See you desperate for a touch." He whimpered, pushing his hips upwards. "Mmmm... feels so good... want to fuck myself for you..."

Kirk licked his lips and stared at him.  "Yes, please….fuck yourself for me.  Nice and hard."  He purred out, continuing to stare at the sight, mesmerized by it.                            

He picked up the little flogger and started tapping it over his thighs, whimpering and gasping with each hit, pushing the vibrator in and pulling it out of himself. He started up a slow rhythm, rolling his hips down to it. "God Kirk..."

Fuck, he could come, just staring at Chris like this.  "Ahhh…god, I want to touch you so bad Chris, swallow your cock, suck on you, I wanna touch and make you come!"

He wanted that too but, he wanted to be at breaking point before he broke Kirk out of his bonds. "Nnnn... yeah..." Chris growled through his teeth, plunging the toy inside of him, whining loudly as he brushed over his prostate, pre-come beading on the head of his hard shaft. He caught Kirk's eyes, panting softly. He stood up, pulling the toy from himself, not wanting to come too quickly. He stroked himself as he walked, grabbing the lube as he slinked away from the bed. He spread some on his fingers and knelt infront of Kirk. "Look at you, standing so proud..." He licked the underside of Kirk's hardness, pressing his fingers between his buttocks. "If I untie you... will you stay still until I call you?"

Kirk panted and whimpered, staring at the sight of Chris thrashing on his bed, groaning loudly.  "F-fuck…"  When Chris got off the bed and started to walk towards him he moaned even more loudly.  "Fuuuuuuck."  He moaned, spreading his legs even more.  "Y-yes, I'll stay still, I will, I promise."  He said, his thighs shaking.  

"Mmmm... good." He sighed, moaning into his hand, bucking his hips. He wet Kirk's entrance, gently stroking over his skin. He carefully fingered Kirk to slickness, untying his feet before standing up to uncuff his hands. He smiled. "Just stand there. Don't move." Chris crawled back up onto the bed, kneeling up straight, dipping the toy back inside of himself, thighs shuddering with pleasure. "I want you so bad..."

Kirk moaned even more loudly as Chris uncuffed him.  It took everything in him that he had to keep from jumping Chris.  "I do too…please…fuck, I want to touch you, please, fuck!"

Chris grinned, moaning loudly as he struck his sweet spot again. "Not yet..." He whimpered, stroking himself hard. He was tingling all over, head falling back, eyes closing.

"Not yet?  You're gonna come!"  Kirk whined, staring at him.  His cock was hard and angry and desperate.  He needed Chris.  Needed him.

"I can... h-hold it." he moaned hard. "Okay... I can't." He whimpered, halting his touches to himself. "Get over here, on all fours..." He moaned hard. "Quickly..."

Kirk wanted to say he didn't run over to the bed.  But he did.  He sprinted and climbed over Chris, knocking his hand away from his cock.  Kirk grabbed Chris and slowly started to sink back down onto him, moaning loudly as his body swallowed Chris' cock.  "Yeeeees…"

"Nnnn... fuck!" He groaned hard, watching Kirk impale himself on his cock. He subconsciously grabbed his hips and brought his hips shakily backwards, rutting hard into him, lips shuddering, mouth ripping open, his moans soundless. He lifted Kirk's skirt up his back, revealing his bare ass completely to him, dragging his nails down it.

He didn't even give him a moment to recover, instead, he just started fucking himself, wildly with Chris' cock.  "Ahhhhh!  Yes, fuck…"  He moaned as well.  Kirk whimpered.  It felt so good, fuck.  

"Oh god... fuck yes... Kirk!" Chris moaned really hard, shuddering, unable to move. Kirk was so tight and hot and the toy in his ass, pressing against his prostate had paralyzed him. "Fuuuuck... fuck yourself on me..." He fell back, holding Kirk to him, one hand on the bed and one around Kirk's waist.

Kirk rode him hard and fast.  Fuck, he was going to explode.  He did exactly as he was told, fucking himself harder.  "Yes sir, fuck this is so good, give me more."

"Fuck Kirk, you're so good... such a good boy..." He shuddered, jerking Kirk's solid cock in front of him. "Be even better... make us both come..." He whimpered into his ear, sucking on his earlobe. "Fuck my cock hard..."

"Yes sir."  Kirk purred out, rocking his hips down, clenching down even more tightly around him.  He was so close to coming, especially when Chris' hand wrapped around him and started to stroke his cock.  

"Unnnngh..." He moaned finitely, jerking his hips up into Kirk, spilling inside of him. "Ahhh shit, Kirk!" He whimpered, toy still buzzing inside of him. "Fuck, come... come for me baby..." Chris pumped his cock hard, still feeling himself coming, maybe dry orgasm as his prostate thrummed. "Please..."

Kirk arched up and screamed as he came, exploding over his stomach before he slumped over Chris' legs, pulling away and turning to face him.  "F-fuck."  He felt like he couldn't feel his legs or anything other than his heart pounding wildly.  "Chris…."  His eyes were glazed and he just wanted to curl up with him.

Chris was stuck in a state of pure ecstasy for a few moments, still moaning, growling and whimpering. His hair fell over his shoulders, down his back. He came down from his orgasm induced high quick enough to lay Kirk down on the bed, kissing him quietly, pulling the vibrator from himself and placing it next to them. He panted softly, collapsing next to Kirk, cuddling up to him, smiling happily, still coming down from his release.

He wrapped his arms around Chris and cuddled against his chest with a small groan.  Kirk shivered a little bit.  It felt so crazy.  He was here, in his playroom with Chris.  "Was that okay?"  He asked softly.

He grinned, completely sated, nodding dumbly. "Uh huh..." His heart was thudding against his ribcage, cuddling even closer to Kirk, kissing him everywhere. "So... perfectly..." He couldn't talk anymore. His lips were consumed with making Kirk feel safe in his arms.

Cuddled even tighter in Chris' arms, he relaxed and groaned.  God.  This was so just…."Good." He said softly.  Kirk closed his eyes.  He shouldn't be so comfortable.  "Why'd you come back?"  He asked softly.

"Am I allowed... to be honest?" He sighed with a soft smile, kissing Kirk softly, petting his hair, nuzzling his nose.

Kirk opened his eyes slowly and stared up at him.  "I could not say no.  But I won't."  He said, leaning into each of the gentle kisses.  

Chris breathed, whispering quietly. "I... never left." He admitted. "I was sat on your driveway... turning my knuckles white." A blush crept across his face. "So... uh... you'll never believe who I called... for a pep talk..."

His eyes widened a little bit.  "Y-you called someone for a pep talk?"  Kirk felt his heart start pounding.  Chris had never left.  

He blushed darker, dipping his head out of view. "I-I called... James." Chris whispered, breathing in deep through his nose. "To thank him for his hospitality... last night." He smiled. "He wondered where I'd gone... I dodged around a little bit but, he..." He grinned. "Gave me the guts to knock on your door again." He kissed. "'Kiss her socks off.' He said. I tried not to blush too hard..."

Kirk reached up and tangled his fingers into Chris' hair and leaned into the kiss, a sad chuckle escaping him.   “Did he….?"

"Yeah," He chuckled dryly. "Must've thought I'd fled with some girl." He shook his head, smiling brightly. "But, I didn't. I left with you." Chris deepened their kiss after Kirk laced his fingers into his hair.

"Yeah…." Kirk said softly, leaning into the kiss.

Chris was tired. Well fucked and tired, a little mentally burned out. He kissed Kirk back weakly. He tugged gently at Kirk's clothes, toeing his high heels off. "Did I kiss your socks off... hard enough?" He smiled dumbly, tracing his jaw with the tip of his finger.

"Of course…." Kirk said softly, looking up at him.  He wiggled out of the last of his clothes, leaning into the touch on his jaw, purring quietly.

"Good." He smiled, taking a deep breath as he looked over Kirk's soft face. "Would you just... sleep with me now? Or even... just relax?"

He nodded shyly and licked his lips, looking up at him.  "Yeah."  He said softly.  "I'd love that."  

"Are we staying in here? 'cause I'd love to." He brushed a lock of his hair out of his face, yawning gently, covering his mouth. "God, I'm wiped."

"Well, I'm not moving."  Kirk said with a chuckle, snuggling closer to him, pulling the silk sheets over them both.

"Fair enough." Chris grinned, laughing softly. He cuddled up under the sheets and stretched and closed his eyes, kissing Kirk gently. "Have a good sleep..." He yawned, wrapping his arms around his waist.

Kirk nodded, watching Chris yawn and smiled.  "You as well."  He said softly.  Though he wasn't going to sleep anytime soon after that.

He snuggled down into the plush bedding and fell gently to sleep, with a happy moan.
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I don't want this to ever end. Posted Image
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I don't want this to ever end. Posted Image
You're on page 40 or so out of 210. Just as an FYI. There will be more. LOTS more.


But even these sexy boys need a break now and then. xD
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These two are incredibly hot!
MORE!!!! PLEASE!!
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Jäger.....

I finally had time to read it all... OMFG... :drool :drool :drool :drool

Girls.... I'm speechless...I drool out all my brain...

SOOO HOT!
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OLLIE POCKETS!!! *SUPER GLOMP*
And yeah, there's so much more to come.
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I be waiting eagerly for the next installment!
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Dramadramadramadramadramadramadrama!!
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Chris wasn't home yet.  It was strange how, in the past few months, he'd come to starting saying that.  Even though Chris had his own home, his own place to live, he came here most nights.  And most of the time, they spent the night in his playroom, wrapped in each other's arms after wild sex.  Kirk sighed and walked down to the playroom, running his fingers through his hair.  He just had a problem.  He had to stop this.  He'd fallen too hard, too fast.  Kirk groaned.  He couldn't find solace in his playroom anymore.  All he saw was Chris.  Turning around, he went back up the stairs and into his bedroom.  He had to say goodbye.  Had to get away.  

Chris had splayed himself out on the bed, unconsciously finding himself with more space to lay down. He woke up slowly, rubbing at his eyes. He stretched out, yawning, breathing in fresh air. He picked up his jeans from the floor, stripping the covers away from himself and putting his jeans on, heading out towards the nearest bathroom, making use of the toilet in there, listening out for Kirk.

Kirk heard someone in the bathroom and walked over to flop on the bed.  He wasn't looking forward to this conversation.  He had to ask Chris to leave…or tell him that he wasn't interested?  Which would be better?  He didn't know.  Because he was interested.  He was TOO interested.  A low groan escaped him.  What was he supposed to do?  

Chris grabbed a stick of gum from the packet in his jeans' pocket and chewed at it, idly clicking bubbles as he walked back towards Kirk's playroom. When he got back there, he saw Kirk sat on his bed looking a little worse for wear. "Morning." He smiled softly, pecking him on the cheek, sitting beside him.

He looked up at Chris, forcing a smile, his heart turning over at the sight of Chris.  "Good morning."  He said softly, crossing his arms underneath his head to look up at him.

"Kirk..." He smiled, looking down at him, stroking his arm. "Are you okay?" he whispered. He wondered if maybe they'd taken the night before a little far.

"I'm fine.  A little sore from that paddling, but it was good."  Kirk said, grinning at him.  But he wasn't okay.  Shifting slowly, he rested his cheek on Chris' thigh, nuzzling him.  He had to break it to him somehow.  Figure out how to bring it up.  "Did wanna talk to you about something though."  

Chris' face lit up when he heard that Kirk had not only enjoyed the night before... then he snuggled up to his thigh. He carded gently through Kirk's hair, massaging his scalp. "Oh?" He asked, face suddenly falling a little.

Kirk sighed a little bit, resting his fingers against Chris' thigh.  He couldn't do it.  Couldn't make himself do it.  Couldn't tell Chris to go away.  "Are you happy?"  He asked instead.  

"Is that a trick question?" He gave a lopsided grin, stroking Kirk's cheek. "Of course I am..." Chris sighed with a soft smile. "Are you?"

"I'm worried that you'll get bored of me.  Go after someone younger.  Someone closer to your age."  Kirk said, looking up at him.

Chris chuckled softly, brushing his hair off his face. "Don't be ridiculous. When you get to our 'age'... numbers don't really matter." He whispered. "I know there's eight years between us... nearly but, that bears nothing." A smile crossed his face. "I'm not going after anyone younger when I have someone with the energy and youth that you have." He chuckled again. "More youth than I do sometimes..."

Kirk sighed a little bit and looked up at him.  "I understand….but still….."  He said softly.  His fingers tightened in Chris' jeans.  He was scared he was gonna lose Chris now after all of this.  "I wanted to see what you thought about spending a little bit of time apart."  Kirk offered up, looking up at him, chewing on his lip.

His hand stopped, moving away from Kirk and onto his hip. "Uh..." He forced a gentle smile, a little shocked to say the least. "Well," He sighed finally. "We kinda... have spent a lot of time together recently..."  He ran his hand through his hair, blasts from his own past kicking the present into touch. "I suppose it--" He bit it lip in thought, pausing for a moment. "Couldn't do us any harm..."

"Just for a little bit."  Kirk said softly, looking at Chris, seeing the devastated look on his face make the guilt creep up again.  "I just want to make sure nether of us want to walk away from this.  A-and a break is the best way to do that."  He added, staring up at him. 

He breathed deeply, suddenly feeling like his voice had been sapped from him... until he just decided to say what came to him first. "I'd never have just walked away from you." He sighed. "But, if a break is what you think is best for us th-then, that's what we'll do." He smiled, trying his best not to show how disappointed he was. "I'll get my stuff and, uh, leave you to your own devices..." Chris slinked off the bed and grabbed his shirt and shoes.

Kirk felt so damn guilty. There was nothing he could do about this. Chris looked devastated. "C-Chris?" He called out. He couldn't let him leave like this.

"It's okay, w-we're... just peachy." He called back, leaving in the same manner he always seemed to when something awkward happened. This time though, he walked calmly to his car, started it and left. Going home.

Kirk went to the window and watched Chris pull away. No sitting in his driveway this time. Tears filled his eyes, but he stuffed them down. Fuck this. No crying. He went down to the kitchen and poured himself a drink, then another. Now sounded like a perfect time to get rip-roaring drunk.

Chris flipped on the radio in his car and sped back to his apartment, arriving in double quick time. His need to be alone all of a sudden pretty much directing him to his home on auto-pilot. As soon as he stepped through the front door of his place, he headed towards the freezer that contained a bottle of whiskey. It was his emergency stash. Cold enough to keep him awake and strong enough to knock out a small elephant.

Kirk wallowed in his misery for a week. A whole week that he went without seeing Chris, walking into his playroom, or having sex. He was disgusted with himself. Kirk knew he looked like shit. James and Lars kept telling him so. He'd drink himself into oblivion and show up late for work the next day. And there was nothing that he could do.

Chris took life day by day, trying not to think about Kirk, his playroom or anything else Kirk related. He'd go and perform Megadeth's gigs, go back to the bus and get happily tipsy, watch TV, hang out and then sleep. He really hadn't done all that much. He did wonder what Kirk was doing but, he didn't know how to approach it.

James wondered what had Kirk so down in the fucking dumps this past week. On a hunch, he went and pulled the security video from the front of his house, and watched Chris climb into Kirk's car. Growling, he grabbed his cell and called Chris, furious.



He was more than a little bit drunk. Crew member birthdays will do that to you. He'd been sat in a bar with the band and crew, getting slowly shitfaced. His cell phone buzzed in his pocket, pulling it out, he saw it was James and went ahead and answered it. "Hey James... whassup man?" He gave a slight slur, smiling down the handset.

James didn't register the slur at first. He hadn't even thought about the fact that Chris and Kirk had left around the same time! He was fucking stupid. "What the hell did you do to Kirk?" He growled, angry.

Chris' eyes widened for a moment, stilling in place, he looked over to the group and signaled that he was leaving the room for a moment. "Uh..." He stalled, moving out into the backroom of the club. "I didn't do anything to Kirk." He whispered as he left.

"Bullshit you didn't!" James growled. "I think he's been drunk non-stop this last week. Coming in hungover, leaving early, fuck, he's started bringing a bottle into practice!" He continued, a little bit of fear creeping into his voice. "Kirk wouldn't do that to me. Not ever. What did you do?" James whispered, still upset. "I mean, I saw the video, you two left together at the party. Which means...the advice I gave you the day after was about Kirk." James finished, trying to remember his anger. "What did you do to him?!"

Well, that'll sober you up fast. "I... swear... I didn't do anything... t-to Kirk." He whispered sadly. "Nothing he didn't want." he scratched the back of his head. "We... uh... he suggested that we had a... break from each other." He told him with a shake in his voice. "If he's upset about us... it was his doing." Chris thought through what he'd just said. "That wasn't supposed to... be an incriminatin' comment..."

James frowned. Chris sounded upset too. And based on the slurring, it was probably an honest reaction that he was getting. "He suggested you have a break. What exactly did he say?" James asked, his eyes narrowing as he thought about it.

"He said... that." Chris sighed, playing with his hair. "So that we wouldn't end up... walking away from each other." He sat down on the wall nearest to him. "I assured him that... I wasn't going anywhere but, he... insisted." He mumbled. "So, huh... like I said."

"You...." James was dumbfounded. And pissed. "You let him walk away after that? Don't you realize what he was really saying?"

"James... please..." He half-begged. "Not now..." his eyes filled up a little, pinching his nose to stop himself. "Please... I know. I just... panicked." He sighed. "Actually... well, I didn't know but... I'm just... yeah... I panicked. When he said he wanted to take a break, I thought I'd done something... wrong." He whimpered. "That I had hurt him."

James nearly growled over the phone.  "Damnit Chris….he's heartbroken.  Believe me, I know the fucking look.  Now, I don't care what you have to do, but if you care one fucking ounce for him, you are going to fix this and you are going to fix it fucking fast."  He ordered.  

"I..." Chris sighed quietly, finishing the drink that he had in his hand. "I'm out... with people... I can't just go now." He sighed. "And don't make out that I don't care. I really do." He grumbled a little. "I'm too drunk to drive... and if I go to him now, I'll probably say something that I might not mean." He ran his hand through his hair and breathed deep. "Also... don't think that I'm not upset too." He added with a drunken growl.

"Fine, then go tomorrow morning when you've thought of a way to fucking grovel properly!"  James said, pulling his phone away and hanging up on Chris, running his hand over his face and sighing.  Goddamnit.  Flipping open his phone again, he found Dave's number and dialed.  Even if he was at the same party….Dave wouldn't be drunk.

Chris' jaw dropped, fist balled up. "Fucking, grovel?! Are you ki--" He heard James hang up on him and growled. "Son of a bitch..." He sighed, pressing the heel of his hand against his forehead. "He's protecting his friend." He chanted to himself, walking back inside to the party. "Tomorrow." He whispered into the surrounding air. Tomorrow he was gonna have a shitty hangover.
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aww poor kirk
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:( poor Chris. Kirk asks him to step back and then James kicks his ass for doing so. Looking forward to the next chapter
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Poor everyone! I don't like seeing them all heartbroken. :(
Can't wait for next chapter! :D
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James drops bombs. *chuckles* <3

Sorry this update took so long guys. I'm looking at the literal busiest day of the year coming up tomorrow, so I'm kinda low on time. <3 You're all wonderful for waiting, and don't worry, we're still going to be updating regularly!!
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Dave smiled, talking around the table, feeling a vibration in his pocket. He whipped out his phone and picked it up. "Yup?"

"Hey Dave."  James said, sudden shyness creeping into his voice.  Taking a deep breath, he wondered how to explain this.  "Did you know Chris and Kirk were sleeping together?"  

He raised his eyebrow, seeing Chris walking back into the room. "What'd you just say?" He asked, shocked. "No, I didn't know."

"I need to ask you a question.  Has Chris been behaving….differently this past week?"  James asked, nervous to ask him that.

Dave smiled, he thought that was who Chris had been talking to as soon as the brunette had walked into the room. "Yeah, man, he's been... a walking liquor store. Quieter than usual too." He whispered down the phone as he approached.

"Fuck."  James swore softly.  He groaned.  "Dave, we need to figure out what the fuck happened between the two of them and fix it.  They're both falling apart."  He said quietly.  

"Did you ask Mr. Muscle?" Dave asked, smiling at Chris, subjectless. "I'm sure in the state he's in, he'd probably tell you... if you asked."

"Yeah, he explained what happened.  But he doesn't know Kirk.  He didn't realize what Kirk was telling him."  James said, running his fingers through his hair.  "Kirk asked to take a break.  But Kirk would only do that if, and only if he thought he was getting too close too fast."  He chewed on his lip.  He needed Dave to help him, tell him what to do.

He stood up from the table and headed up towards the bar for a drink. "Right... but, surely if he knew that he was getting too close too fast, a break's maybe what they needed." He laid it out. "So that they can work out what they want. Get some fresh air."

"Except the fresh air isn't working Dave!  They're both falling apart in front of us.  How long are we going to let it go for?"  James asked, chewing on his lip.

"Like I said! I didn't know shit." Dave hissed, getting a little impatient. "Oh shit, the mighty Hetfield is asking for my help." He smirked. "I can't have my guitarist turning up for practice off his face on Maker's Mark for much longer." He added. "I say we have a couple of days. If he's coming in drunk because of your guitarist."

James bit back an angry response and took a deep breath.  "I'm just worried about them both.  But all right.  If you want to leave it alone, I will."  He said, his hand clenching around his phone.  

"I didn't say I wanted to leave it alone. I care if Chris is upset about something. I just thought maybe something too personal for him to tell us had happened." He sighed. "In a way, I guess it has." he sipped his soda and smiled. "They're grown men, James. Kirk's older than you are for fuck's sake. They'll work it out." He moved to go back to the table. "If you want me to talk to Chris, I will. But only if you talk to Kirk about it first."

He sighed.  He could never talk to Kirk about it.  He was such a coward when it came to relationships.  Maybe that was why he was trying to fix Kirk's instead of fixing his own fuck-ups.  "I can't…"  James said, running his fingers through his hair.  "I'll just….you're right.  I'll leave it alone.  Have fun at your party Dave.  I'll talk to you later, okay?"  

"Don't make me call Kirk myself, James. I won't be so nice. If he's got my guitarist in a drunken haze..." He sighed. "Yeah, thanks, I will. Later."

"Later Dave."  He said softly, closing his eyes and hanging up the phone.  James sighed and sat down on his couch.  He hadn't lied when he had told Chris he knew what a broken heart looked like.  He'd been nursing one for about twenty five years.  It was hard to forget something like that.  Someone like that.  Especially now that they were talking again.

Dave sat down at the table that Shawn, David, Chris and some others were sat at, looking over at Chris... and what seemed to be his ever present whiskey on the rocks. His breath lurched in his throat. Don't jump down his throat... "All good gentlemen?" He offered with a smile.

Chris nodded, eyeing Dave suspiciously across the surface. He knew something. He worked out by the way that Dave left the table as he approached it, phone pressed to ear, that James was on the other end. "Peachy." He smiled, knocking back his drink. "Think I'm gonna head off though..."

James sat on the couch, sighing.  He needed to talk to Dave and convince him not to call Kirk.  He'd leave Kirk and Chris to themselves.  He had to.  Standing up, he went to his car and drove to Dave's house, seeing that he wasn't home yet, deciding to wait for him.  

Kirk sat at his bar, nursing a bottle of Tequila.  Fuck.  He was so hard up.  And yet, anything he did, or thought of, or wanted to do, was instantly killed when he thought of how hot it would be to do it for Chris.  He hated this.  Hated it.

Dave watched Chris stand up, rushing to his 'rescue'. Remembering what he'd told James about age, he smirked at himself. Sit down and offer. "I'll drive you if you want." He offered.

"Thanks for offering but, it's out of your way." Chris smiled gently. "I'll get a cab home." He nodded, turning to leave.

"Seriously, man, I don't mind taking you..." He was cut off by a glare from the usually calm and collected Chris.

"I said," He glared. "I'll take a cab." Chris held up his look and snarled. "I can take care of myself." He dragged his feet out of the bar, to the street outside, hailing a cab, head pounding already.

He wanted Chris here.  He wanted to go curl up with him, be fucked by him, wildly.  Kirk took another swig of the tequila and picked up his phone.  He dialed Chris and couldn't help but grin stupidly.  



Moments after he saw a cab pick Chris up off the curbside, Dave left. "It's worse than James thought." He whispered to himself, climbing into his car and darting off home. When he arrived, he saw James standing, outside of his own car, hands in his pockets. "James..." He smiled.

James looked up immediately as he heard Dave finally pull in home.  Biting his lip, he looked down shyly and smiled a little bit.  "Hey Dave.  How are you doing?"  He asked, his hands still stuffed in his pockets.  

"I'm fine thanks, how's about you?" Dave smiled, approaching James with a swagger in his walk. "Come for crisis talks?" He asked. "Your guitarist's hard up for my guitarist, what do I do?" He smiled. "That is why you're here right?"

James looked up at him and smiled a little bit.  "Maybe a little bit."  James said softly, his cheeks heating up a little bit.

Dave nodded in complete and utter understanding. The last week had been pretty much the same on his end. "So's Chris. He brought a crate of 12 beers into the practice room the other day... just as we were about to go onstage. God... he stunk to high hell of whiskey." His face soured. "Startled me. I've never known him drink like that." He chuckled bitterly. "He's not drinking anywhere near as much as we used to... but, he's pretty damn close." He nodded once more, leading James into the kitchen. "Lemonade?"

Lemonade sounded great.  James nodded, looking over at Dave.  "Yeah, Lemonade sounds good right now."  He said quietly, looking out the window after all.  "And the fact that he isn't drinking as much as we did tells you that he doesn't really want to be drinking.  He just is to not think about being hurt."  

Dave poured them each a glass of the lemonade from his refrigerator and sat down at the breakfast bar. "Yeah, he really is upset. Maybe not break down into tears upset but, yeah. If this is all about Kirk, he's got it bad." He chuckled. "Real, real bad."

"He and Kirk both."  James said, sitting down next to Dave.  "They're both drinking like we used to…"  A grin crept up his face.  "Except they aren't as young and stupid as we were…"  James took another sip of his lemonade.  "They're just older and clearly stupid for each other."  

Dave scoffed. "Yeah, clearly." He smiled gently at James. "Do you think either one of them has the guts to start with the clean up job?" he asked.

James took another sip of his lemonade, thinking about it.  "I think they could if they wanted to.  Either of them.  But…something's holding them back."  He said, trying to figure out what he wanted to say.  "Almost like it's better for them to both be miserable, but move on, then try to get through things together."  And that sounded way too close to home for him.  

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Interesting thing about this part....eh I won't spoil it!
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Heeeeeeeeeeee... :biggrin
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YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY :nanner:
an update! :D

Ohhh... James and Dave love showing up again.
I hope Chris and Kirk can mend their broken hearts together soon.
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