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| The Sex Show; ChrisxKirk, DavexJames, JamesxLars - Warning, KINK ahead, LOTS of it! NC-17 Rated! | |
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| Jik Hyun | December 26, 2011, 11:39 pm Post #76 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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aww so much angst. hope it works out. |
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| MetallicaObsessed | December 27, 2011, 2:11 pm Post #77 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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I was wondering when the other guys would be coming into the picture. Loving this fic so far! |
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| MetalliSarah | December 28, 2011, 3:41 pm Post #78 |
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Ms. Brightside
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Yeauuuhhh! I can't wait for Chris and Kirk to have a boink-fest again, they really do deserve each other. James and Dave betta get a move on.
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| guitar*star | December 28, 2011, 4:06 pm Post #79 |
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Frantic
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Thanks for updating! This chapter is a real tease, so I guess the next one(s) is/are gonna be particularly yummy!!
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| guitar*star | January 4, 2012, 1:46 pm Post #80 |
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Frantic
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I'm really looking forward to an update
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| the_unforgiven | January 6, 2012, 2:36 am Post #81 |
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Bad Seed
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pleeeeeeaaaaaseeeee!!!! |
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| Aria | January 11, 2012, 5:36 pm Post #82 |
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I'm so sorry this update has taken forever guys, especially since this story is completely written and finished. I promise I will start posting more often, life (and the holiday season) kinda got in the way for a while there. For everyone who still remembers this fic (and is still reading) thank you so much!! ______________________________________________________________________________________________________ "Heh, yeah I guess." Dave smiled at James, catching his sad looking eyes. "I... I know you're protective of him." He nodded, placing his hand between James' shoulders, rubbing gently. "But, I really don't think there's much we can do." He gave James a slightly defeated smile. Blinking in surprise, James looked up at Dave and grinned a bit. "Of course I am. Just like you are with David. I feel the same way about Lars. They're my best friends. I want them happy." He reached up and ruffled Dave's red hair. "Yeah, and you're right. I know that. It still sucks, that's all." Dave squirmed away from James' hand, chuckling. "Hey Hetfield, cut it out." He giggled, wrapping his arm round James' shoulders. "It does suck but, I'm sure they'll be fine in a few days." James smiled and pulled his hand away, leaning on Dave's shoulder for a moment, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. "I certainly fucking hope so." He muttered. "Sorry I called you during a party. Didn't mean to make you leave early." "Hey, it's okay." He smiled down at James, patting his shoulder. "I tried to offer Chris a ride home after he declared, in a pretty shitty tone, that he was leaving. He actually stared me down." Dave chuckled, feeling a little proud of him. "Told me he could take care of himself." He smiled softly, so I decided that my night was kinda over then anyways..." he admitted. James grinned. "The kid stood up to you? Wow, I'm impressed. Not many people would dare to stand up to the great Dave Mustaine and come out alive." He teased. Dave chuckled. "Shut up..." he chastised him gently. "Big, drunk and pretty pissed off guy staring a hole through you... ain't cool. Especially when I'm used to him being the chilled out, somewhat reserved joker." Laughing, James nodded. "I get it, I get it. Just giving you shit Dave. Like we used to, remember?" "Yeah," Dave chuckled. "I remember... not that damn old yet." He grinned, softening his face to James as he finished his drink. "Listen, uh, you wanna hang for a while?" "Yeah, I'd love to." James said, some of his old shyness creeping back. He grinned back at Dave. Dave and James had sat around just talking and watching TV most of the night before they woke up, next to each other on the sofa, legs tangled around the other's. Dave got up for a toilet dash, returning to his warm spot on the sofa. Sitting in the back of the cab, Chris groaned. Why did this have to happen? James had found out. James had talked to Dave about it. He'd told him how upset Kirk was and it made him feel worse. He just wanted to go home and sleep... until his phone rang in his pocket. He plucked it out and smiled sadly at the screen. "Kirk..." He sighed, pressing the green button, he spoke blandly. "Not tonight..." He breathed deep, trying to clear the lump in his throat. "If you want to talk... call me when I'm sober." He must've sounded like a jackass. He sure as hell felt like one... pitying himself with a sole tear. "You're drunk too?" Kirk asked excitedly, pressing the phone tighter to his ear. "Good, will you come fuck me?" He purred out, stretching against his bar. "I promise that I'll make it worth your whiiiile!" He teased. Chris' smile became even sadder, hearing Kirk talk to him like that upset him some. "Kirk..." He whispered, leaning against the window of the cab. "I'm sorry... I can't." Another tear dripped down his cheek. "We need t' talk." He slurred, suddenly regretting drinking so much. "I really want to but... can't." He pressed a kiss to the receiver and hung up. He flipped through the menus on his phone tearfully looking for the messages tab. I'll call you tomorrow baby. I'm sorry. He sent it with an apologetic smile, looking out of the window, realizing he was home, drawing his wallet out of his pocket. Whining as he got the message, Kirk stared at his phone, sighing as he got home and went to go curl up on his bed. Not even offering just a quick fuck had worked. Chris whimpered as he listened to the message Kirk had sent. Begging him, drunkenly, for his presence. For sex. He would never take advantage of him like that but, God did he miss him. He'd curled up against the back of the sofa, fully clothed, silently whimpering and sobbing himself to sleep. Kirk grabbed his phone again, sniffling, and after a few fumbling attempts, managed to type out a short message to Chris. Please come over? He sent it, disgusted with himself. Chris jumped awake at the feel of the vibrations happening in his back pocket. Kirk had text him again. Still wanting to see him. He really just wanted to cuddle up with him and share his hangover, just laying in bed together. He couldn't drive there... A cab... no. Don't be ridiculous, you're too drunk. He tried to reason with himself... giving up. No sex. Not tonight. He text back, wiping his wet eyes and calling himself a cab. ‘I may regret this...‘ Chris thought to himself. Gaping at his phone, Kirk stared at the message of no sex tonight. Did that mean Chris was coming over? Okay. Door's open. He bit down on his lip and told himself not to get too hopeful, he might not be coming over at all.... Chris waited for the call back to his cell phone before walking slowly out of his house chanting; ‘Bad idea, bad idea.’ He gave the driver Kirk's address and settled back, swiping at his forehead. Kirk curled back up on the bed. Nothing he could do now. If Chris came, he came. If he didn't….he'd spend another night sleepless. The cab rounded the final corner up to Kirk's mansion... and Chris shivered. Please don't let him be so drunk that I can't hold a conversation with him... He frowned, lip pouting slightly. He walked in through the open front door of the house and trailed up the stairs, finding Kirk curled up on his bed, covered to his waist in white linen. Kirk looked up, his eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Chris in the doorway, staring at him. He sat up immediately, the sheets pooling in his lap. "You came!" His voice slurred a little, but was still easy enough to understand. Chris inhaled a deep breath before replying to Kirk's almost desperate cry of success. "You're drunk. Lay down." He whispered with a watery smile, crouching next to the bed at Kirk's head height. He now had no idea what to say or do. His eyes widened and Kirk immediately nodded, climbing back under the covers and laying down, scooting closer to the edge of the bed, closer to Chris. "You came." He said again, this time much softer. Chris nodded, laying his head down on the covers. "Guess I did..." He slurred, alcohol to blood ratio still at an ungodly level of unbalanced. "I should've waited." He smiled nervously. "I don't like you like this." Kirk narrowed his eyes a little bit. "You're drunk too!" He declared, then pulled back the edge of the covers, the invitation clear. He was still wearing his boxers, but god he wanted to curl up in Chris' arms right now. "I know," He smiled softly, seeing Kirk's obvious, open invitation to join him under the covers. He shot down his upset and removed his jacket, tucking it over the chair next to the bed, placing his boots underneath it before sliding back between the sheets with Kirk. He tugged him close. "Sleep." He ordered softly. "We'll talk in the morning." Chris whispered, feeling comfortable again. He snuggled against Chris' chest and nodded. "Okay." Kirk whispered softly. Yes. This was right. Now he could sleep. Chris just silently gathered Kirk close, hiccuped and fell asleep. It'd take him a little while over Kirk's drunken snoring but, he didn't much care. His lithe little body was so warm, snuggled up next to him. He did wonder though if he'd remember the fact that he was actually here in the morning. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________ Hehe. The cute couple together again! |
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| MetalliSarah | January 11, 2012, 11:21 pm Post #83 |
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*cheers* yay! An update. And they're sleeping together! lol, well literally, not techincally, but still, yay.
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| guitar*star | January 12, 2012, 7:47 am Post #84 |
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I LOVE this story!!! And I can't wait to read Kirk and Chris' conversation!!! Edited by guitar*star, January 12, 2012, 7:48 am.
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| guitar*star | January 22, 2012, 4:12 pm Post #85 |
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Frantic
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More please!!! |
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| ElisabethOrion | January 22, 2012, 4:59 pm Post #86 |
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I'm creatively constipated.
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+23414234324234 I LOVE ME SOME SLASH :horns2
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| Aria | February 5, 2012, 4:55 am Post #87 |
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Extra long chapter to make up for my lack of posting! I PROMISE I will get back on a regular schedule. I'm just really bad about it right now! <3 _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ James stirred and blinked sleepily at Dave. "Mmmmm...didja have to move Dave? I was comfy." He muttered, nuzzling Dave's shoulder and neck. Dave groaned. "Yeah, I had to move. I had to piss 'cause you kept booting me in the bladder." He mumbled, sitting up. "How'd you sleep? Out like a light if my memory serves me well..." He smirked. "Not my fault you're fucking comfy!" James growled good-naturedly. Shifting, he settled his head on Dave's thigh and stretched out on the couch. "There we go." He muttered. "This is how we should have slept." Dave smiled, ruffling James' hair. "You sure?" He chuckled, patting his face, grabbing the remote control for the TV and flipping to the nearest local news channel, periodically, naturally and totally confusingly... stroking through James' hair... like he used to. His eyes fluttered closed as Dave started to comb through his hair and he chuckled. "This always felt better when I had longer hair. Feels good now though." James mumbled. "Yeah?" He smiled idly, looking down at James, curled up with his head on his thigh. "As long as it still... feels... good..." God Dave, what's wrong with you?! James smiled and nodded, nuzzling Dave's thigh. "Yeah. It does." He said softly, his hand curling around Dave's leg. This was the closest he would ever get. His heart turned over uncomfortably and he sighed a little bit. "Last night was good." Dave smiled, finding James' eyes. "I enjoyed just talking to you, hanging out, y'know..." Looking up at Dave, James grinned even more, his heart flipping over again. "Yeah, it definitely was. We need to hang out….talk more." "Yeah," Dave grinned back at him. "We ought to. Get to know each other again. Properly." He softened to him again. "What do you fancy for breakfast? I'll make whatever you like." He swallowed hard and looked up at Dave, shifting so he was laying on his back looking up at Dave. "Yeah. I think we should." James whispered, staring up at him. He chuckled when Dave asked him what he wanted for breakfast. "The conscientious adult in me is saying that I shouldn't eat a big breakfast. However, I'm feeling bacon, eggs covered in cheese and maybe some toast?" Dave chuckled. "Big kid." He ruffled James' hair and shucked him off his leg so that he could stand up. He walked towards the kitchen with James in tow, seeing him head straight for the fridge. "Take it you're on OJ duty?" James laughed. "Seeing as I could burn water, yeah that's probably the safest." He grabbed two glasses and poured fresh orange juice in them. Dave laughed. "Dude, not even you could burn water. Remember that night, first night in the shared house, you burned like four pizzas because, Lars was too smashed to watch them?" He chuckled fondly. "I wasn't much better, I'll wager..." James grinned at him. "Yeah, and trust me. I might not burn water, but I would come damn near close." He teased, bumping his shoulder gently. Dave smiled, wrapping his arm round his shoulders. He nodded, smile deepening. "Probably boil it over a pan..." He teased James, laying his head on his shoulder as he laid the bacon in the frying pan with his spare hand. Laughing, he nodded. "Oh, I've done that dozens of times, that's for sure." James said, reaching up and combing his fingers through Dave's hair, watching him fry the bacon. "I swear. I can break just about anything." Dave leaned into the way James was playing with his hair, shaking the pan with his free hand. "Are we seriously stroking each other's hair... leaning on each other?" He purred happily with a smile. James blinked and pulled his hand away at the comment, Dave's purr making his face heat up. "Uh, sorry. Wasn't thinking about that. Won't do it again." He said shyly, turning to grab them plates for the food. Dave grinned, part of himself still enjoyed winding James up and unnerving him. "That didn't mean you should stop. I liked that." He turfed the bacon from the pan and started on James' eggs. "Wanna do the toast and then we can get to the eating?" He colored and grabbed toast for them both, putting slices in and taking a deep breath, glancing over at Dave. "Sure, no problem." He set them both to golden brown and looked at Dave again. His fingers almost itched to be buried in that red-gold hair all over again. Dave sprinkled some cheese over James' eggs and moved them off onto his plate. "There." He smiled, sitting at the table in the kitchen area. James smiled and walked over to him, putting the OJ and toast next to their plates. "Look at us, so domesticated." He teased, grinning at Dave. "Don't make me turn this into a food fight..." Dave grinned, slicing up his bacon, eating some, picking up a slice of toast. "My god, you didn't burn it." He teased. Grinning, James shook his head. "That's a thank you to your toaster." He said, smiling and digging into his eggs. Dave turned jokily to his toaster and bowed his head. "Thank you toaster for not letting James burn the house down." He chuckled, smiling at James, biting his toast. Sticking his tongue out, James laughed. "Oh stop it you ass!" He said, bumping his shoulder into Dave's again. "Alright, alright, I've stopped." Dave laughed, bumping James back, finishing his breakfast, sipping his orange juice. "Do you have somewhere to be?" He asked, honestly, kinda hoping that he didn't. Today was a day off, allowing for hangovers and debauchery. Thinking about it, James shook his head. "Nope. I'm yours if you want the company." He said, grinning at Dave. "Perfect," Dave smiled, standing to clear the table. "Anything you particularly wanna do?" He threw out in question. He'd just planned to chill by the pool all day and maybe play his guitar a little. "Hey... I wonder how Kirk and Chris are. If they called each other yet..." James bit back the sarcastic response of "You!" that threatened to escape, grinning instead. "Nope. Maybe play later. We haven't jammed in forever and a day." He said, looking over at Dave. "Mmmm. I was going to leave off calling either of them until later, since they're probably nursing pretty awful hangovers right now." Dave nodded in agreement. "Yeah, if Chris' stumbling in the bar was anything to go by." He grinned. "He's probably making a well-sculpted floor-nament right now." Chuckling, James shook his head. "Yeah, so I'll call them later." He said. He wanted to tangle his fingers into his hair even more. His eyes widened a little bit. Attraction that he had managed to ignore was coming back full-force like they were teenagers again. Dave itched his belly before sitting down on the sofa, next to James. "Y'know how you were stroking through my hair before?" He smiled lopsidedly. "Felt really nice." He nodded, hinting that he might like to have him do it again. James grinned again. "That's a hint to keep doing it, right?" He asked, raising his fingers and burying them into the long red hair, stroking slowly, massaging his scalp at the same time. Just as thick as it had been when they were younger. Dave sighed a laugh. "Yeah, that was a definite 'do it, bitch'." He looked up at James and grinned. He patted James' thigh, idly stroking at it. James shook his head. "I'm glad you chose the more tactful response." A shiver crept down his spine at the stroking to his thigh. Fucking hell. "'Something' is telling me that... you're enjoying this a little." Dave smiled, tickling his fingers down the inside of James' thigh. "Winding you up, no matter how, is kinda fun." "Yeah, well, shit happens when you rub a guy's thigh. That's lesson number one in getting laid." James grinned, brushing it off, no matter how hard his heart started to pound when Dave teased the inside of his thighs. "So you looking to get laid?" Dave flinched a little. Was he? "Are you looking to get laid?" He looked up at James, smiling, questioning him with a raised eyebrow. He drew his fingernail down James' jeans, making that grinding sound, making the fabric vibrate a little. Okay, maybe he kinda was. He blushed. He couldn't help it. James licked his lips, trying to answer as Dave dragged his fingernail along his jeans. "It's been a while." James said...considering it. "Yeah," He gulped. "it really has." Dave was blushing too. "I reckon... build up maybe?" He whispered. "See how... we go?" "Where's the Dave who used to just take control and fuck everything else?" James teased. He was nervous and turned on at the same time. "Well," Dave started, sitting up straight with a soft grunt. "At this moment in time, you being in prime condition, is kinda important." He smirked. "I don't wanna rip you open." "Oh for fucks sake Dave." James grumbled. "We aren't a pair of fucking teenagers." Taking a shallow breath, he pressed his hand to the front of Dave's jeans and rubbed slowly. "Either you want it or you don't." "Ooooh. Now look who's..." He gasped at the touch to his pants, arching into James' hand. "Taking control..." He groaned and smirked. "I want it. Some dumbass reason, I wanna fuck.... you specifically." He smirked. "One of us has to." James rolled his eyes. "Why does there have there have to be a reason at all. Fuck man." He said, rubbing gently at the hardness he could feel. "There doesn't." He looked at James and smiled, unsure of whether to kiss James and let it get intimate... or just leave it to straight up sex. He moaned as James rubbed over the front of his pants. He popped the button himself and unzipped them. James smirked as Dave unbuttoned his pants. "Is that a hint that you want something more?" He asked, slipping his hand into Dave's pants, squeezing his hardness gently. "Yeah, it is." He looked down at James' hand in his pants and groaned. "We've started... may as well go full bore." He smirked back. "Heh." James grinned at him. "You move pretty quick. From a grope to fucking just like that, huh?" He teased. "Shhh... not that quick." Dave dismissed him with a wave of his hand, turning to James and spreading his legs with a free hand. He groped and rolled his cock through his jeans and smiled. "Oh, hello..." He shivered and moaned as Dave rubbed and massaged his cock, making him shudder. "Aaaaaaaah!!" James licked his lips and whimpered, his hips rocking into the touch. "God man, you're loud." Dave joked, teasing down James' zip, running his fingers down the bulge in his underwear. James growled at Dave. "Careful, or you will find that you are the one screaming under me tonight." He said, his eyes narrowed. "Hah!" Dave laughed. "As if you could top me James..." He grinned wide like a cat as he stood up, placing his hands either side of James' head. "I'd have my cock up your ass so fast, that you'd not have time to give fucking me... a second thought." James growled. "I absolutely could top you! This kind of shit goes both ways Dave." He leaned up and sank his teeth into Dave's neck, sucking hard. "Aaaaah!" He shouted. "Shit..." a deep growl rumbled through him, settling in his throat. "Fucking vampire..." He smiled, grabbing James' shoulders as he continued to suck at him. "So, you wanna play hardball, huh?" He moaned harshly. "This is gonna be fun..." James pulled away to look up at him. "Did you really think that fucking me would be easy?" He growled at him, grabbing Dave's hips and tugging him closer and on top of him. "If you're gonna fuck me, hurry up and do it. If you're gonna talk, you're gonna get fucked by my instead." He purred out, licking his lips as he stared at him. "Fine." Dave snarled, dragging James' pants down, pulling his shirt up his front, fighting to turn him over. He reached down the side of the sofa and grabbed a little tube that he kept nearby, pulling his own pants down and stroking lube over his cock. He was enjoying the power struggle a little too much but, wouldn't let James win the first battle. He simply lined himself up and ground his slick cock against James' ass. Gasping and arching, he moaned even more loudly. This was exactly what he wanted. James stared at him and growled as Dave flipped him around and started to grind against him. "F-fuck, yes, Dave, that's what I want, fuck. More!" James rocked back against him and growled even more loudly. "Mmmm... yeah." Dave growled, pushing forwards against James' backward thrusts. They slowly fought to push and pull the other closer. "Fuck..." Dave hissed, grabbing hold of James' hips and tugging him right back towards him, jutting his hips like a piston, back and forth. A strangled moan escaped him as Dave grabbed his hips and slammed into him, shuddering hard. Fuck, that hurt, but it was a good hurt, especially now that Dave was fucking him hard. "I'm not some girl Dave." He said, looking over his shoulder at the red head, slamming his hips back, taking all of him in. "Harder." James ordered, licking his lips, staring at him. "Harder?" Dave snarled, slamming forward and pulling back out, slamming back in, repeating that over and over. He snapped his jaw shut and closed his eyes tight. James arched and moaned even more loudly, rocking his hips back, one of his hands dropping to his cock, stroking himself hard and fast, needing to get off, desperate for it. "F-fuck....ahhh!!" He shouted, his whole body shivering. "Nnnn... shit yeah..." Dave growled, pounding fast into James. His fingertips gripped his hips hard. "So close..." He groaned, angling to catch James on his prostate. "Fuuuuck!" Tilting his head back and howling when Dave slammed into his prostate, James felt his orgasm jump up even closer. Clenching down around Dave, James panted, then suddenly bucked and shouted as he came, exploding all over himself. "Fuck!!" Dave shouted out, coming deep inside James, thrusting into him until he was done, collapsing onto his back, panting. "Fuck yeah..." James panted as he felt Dave explode inside him. Instead of the cloud nine feeling he had expected, all he felt was dirty. There had been no feeling there. Just straight-up fucking. Standing up slowly, he winced when Dave pulled out of him. "Nnngh." Dave collapsed down on the sofa next to James, smiling at him. "Nnnn... that felt good." He panted, grinning wide. "Didn't hurt ya did I?" He forced a grin to his face. "Nope, not at all." James winked at Dave. "Thanks for that." He stood and walked over to the kitchen, grabbing a towel to wipe himself off with. "I,, uh, gonna go take a shower..." Dave stood off the sofa and headed upstairs. James watched him go and sighed. There had been a moment...just a second there....where he had hoped it would be more to Dave. Then it was gone. Grabbing his clothes, he slipped them on and headed home, cursing himself for a fool the whole while. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Spoiler: click to toggle
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| guitar*star | February 5, 2012, 11:08 am Post #88 |
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An update!!!! I've loved the scene with Dave and James having rough sex and even more the idea of James seeking sth more, but founding nothing and leaving. Looking forward to see what Chris and Kirk are doing...
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| Jik Hyun | February 5, 2012, 11:07 pm Post #89 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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wouldna mind playing with dave's hair too. |
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| Oh Hell | February 6, 2012, 6:41 pm Post #90 |
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Outlaw Torn
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Eeep! I loved writing this XD |
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