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| The Sex Show; ChrisxKirk, DavexJames, JamesxLars - Warning, KINK ahead, LOTS of it! NC-17 Rated! | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: October 29, 2011, 6:42 pm (8,399 Views) | |
| Oh Hell | July 24, 2012, 11:07 am Post #106 |
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Lars blinked and glanced over at James. "Huh?" "You don't look so steady in the brain..." He smiled wide. "I told you what happened this morning, now you tell." "I had an entirely uneventful morning." Lars said, lying through his teeth. Yeah, it had been uneventful. Until he found out James liked guys. And fucked Dave Mustaine. And not him. And Lars would not allow himself to cry. He would NOT. "Bullshit." James scoffed, smiling at Lars with a streak of 'I love you dude, but fess up'. "Come on, you can tell me." "Heh. Okay. My morning was filled with thinking about Kirk, what we could do with him, since he was clearly making you uncomfortable, bringing booze into the studio. Then I get a call from Kirk, and everything is peachy-keen, except that my best friend sounded like shit and I need to go to his house asap." Lars got out in a rush, glancing at James again. "That was my morning." "Interesting..." He scoffed. "So, why the long face sweet cheeks?" he grinned. Sweet cheeks. Dear god, James was going to kill him. "No reason." Lars said, pulling into the studio. He climbed out of the car and waited until James was out as well and locked it. Turning, without saying another word to James, went inside HQ and immediately barricaded himself in his office. He couldn't cry. Not here. Lars would not let himself cry here. James should know better than to follow Lars after pushing him for gossip already. "Lars, please, tell me what's up, I told you what Dave did... now spill." The old him would have told James to fuck off. To leave him alone. To get the fuck out of his office and to drop the issue. "There's nothing to spill. We have work to do James." Lars forced a smile. "Let's get to it." Working harder was the only way he knew how to cure heartache. Especially the James-Hetfield-kind. "Alright..." James kind of purred away from Lars' office. "But, if you have to talk to me... come find me." He smiled. "Oh... and you should call Kirk. Get him out of Broderick's grip for more than ten minutes." Lars forced himself to nod, gripping the edge of his desk, clenching his eyes shut. Work. He needed to work. Picking up his phone, he dialed Kirk, wondering if he was still curled up in bed with Chris. He probably didn't want to move for the next week or so. James sat down in the kitchen area of HQ, strumming on his acoustic idly, waiting for other people to arrive. He worried about Lars. Staring at the empty coffee cup on his desk for ten minutes, Lars finally got up and headed to the kitchen. He stopped when he saw James, but sighed and kept walking regardless. It didn't matter. At all. He went over and started to brew a new batch, running his fingers through his hair, his eyes closed. Fuck he was tired. But it was nice to hear James fiddling around on his acoustic. "Lars... stop fucking moping." James grumbled, just doodling. "It's depressing." He strummed. With a sigh, he put his guitar down and stood up. "I'm taking you to dinner. If you don't turn up, I'll find you and drag you there by your balding hair." "I'm not fucking moping." Lars grumbled, watching James stand up, demand that he was taking him to dinner. "I have work to do tonight James." He said, looking up at him. Fuck. James looked good. Too good. "I'm serious." James grumbled, a little defiant. "You're coming out with me tonight... don't want you working yourself into a frenzy. That wouldn't be cool.." "I will be fine James. I am fine." He reiterated. Lars couldn't go out with James. Not unless he went out and got rip-roaring drunk. Maybe then it'd be okay. And he didn't do that anymore. "Lars... please..." He breathed out softly. "I need a night out. Wanna chill out some." He wrapped his arm around his shoulder and squeezed. "It'll do us both some good. You're obviously stressed out and I am a little too..." He couldn't say no to James. Not when he said stuff like that. Lars looked up at him and smiled. "All right, all right." He said, wrapping an arm around James and squeezing. "What's got you stressed out James?" "I'm stressed out by the fact that... you won't tell me what's up." James sighed, looking down to Lars. "You worry me sometimes." "Nothing's got me stressed out. It's just the usual. Work, things like that." Lars said, smiling up at James, reaching up to ruffle his hair. "Don't worry about me." "We're still going out though. I don't mind where but, I'm paying." He smiled. "See which bands are in town and get some dinner, what do you say?" Lars chuckled. He wouldn't let James up and pay for dinner like that. He couldn't do it. "Sounds like a good idea to me." He let himself rest his head against James for the briefest of seconds, savoring the touch, how it felt before he pulled away. "Cool then, I'll call round and see who's on." James smiled, grabbing his phone. "Where do you want to eat?" He watched James, so cute and eager to please, his heart jumping into his throat again. "Uh…anywhere." Lars said, running his fingers through his hair again. "I'm not picky." James raised his eyebrow at Lars and smiled. "Fancy or 'wings at a bar?" He grinned, holding his phone to his ear, waiting for Lars to respond. "A bar sounds good. Just like the old days." Lars said, watching James. "What is it with you and Dave and wanting to turn back the clocks?" He grinned, calling the music venues in their local area asking who were playing that night. Lars swallowed hard. "Fancy place then." He said, walking out of the kitchen so James wouldn't see the look on his face. "I was kidding, Lars, I'm cool with hitting a bar or two." He followed behind him. "You're tetchy as fuck today..." He waved it off and turned to grin at James. "Sorry, sorry. Must be my time of the month or some shit." He said, making a joke out of it. James smoothed Lars' back with a smile. "If you wanna go to a bar, we'll go to a bar." It was almost impossible not to lean into that gentle touch from James. Lars forced himself to nod. "A bar sounds great. I am in the mood for greasy bar food." "Perfect." He cuddled up a little to Lars and smiled. Lars wrapped his arms around James and squeezed, gently. His heart was pounding. God. Was this what it would be like? Fuck, he couldn't think like that. "Yes, you get to eat as much red meat as you want and I won't bitch." "Yeah I may score a steak or three..." He chuckled softly. "You try to make it three and I'll kick your ass." Lars said, pulling away from him. He chuckled. "But I love a good bit of red meat." He blushed. "The sausage is always good." A laugh breached his throat as he sat down in the nearest chair. "Hey, listen." He smiled down his phone. "What've you got playing tonight?" Lars chuckled with him as James blushed, watching him sit down in the chair. He turned back and headed into his office. James was gonna be taking him out tonight, and he couldn't contain the small thrill that ran up his spine as a result. ----------------------------------------- A few hours later, James, all jammed out, left the HQ with Lars and headed to a nice little bar about ten minutes drive away. On arrival, he ordered them two plates of buffalo wings, a wine for Lars and a soda for him. "Will this do?" He smiled, leaning close to him with a smile. The bar was getting louder by the second. He practically sank into the cup of wine. Lars took a long sip of it and grinned at James. "Yeah. You don't mind if I drink James?" He asked, taking another long sip of the wine. "Not at all." He smiled. "You have as much as you like." James took a long drink from his soda and smiled, picking up some chicken and eating it. "Mmmm... greasy yummy food..." He laughed. Lars laughed too this time. He grabbed a piece of chicken for himself and dug into it, finishing off his first wine glass. Maybe tonight would be a good night to unwind. "Yeah. And it looks delicious." James smiled softly at Lars, glad that he seemed to be loosening a little. "They are delicious." he grinned. "Another wine?" He asked, eyes widening slightly. He should say no. Should. Then he saw that soft smile James was giving him and Lars nodded at the bartender, watching him fill his glass. "Only for you." He muttered, toasting James with a chicken wing. "Good man." He smiled, picking up another wing. The night went on. James ordered a steak. He ordered a salad, the chicken wings guilting him into it. And another glass of wine to go with it. His ears are buzzing a little bit. His tongue is loose. And there's nothing he can do to stop it. "Nnnn... this is fucking delicious." James grinned, evidently in the process of a foodgasm. "Good salad?" He asked Lars, with a smile. "You should've got one of these." His eyes were stuck on James, on the sight of him enjoying his food. Lars cleared his throat and smiled. "It's a very good salad. And nah, I'm good. Thanks though." "So then..." He grinned. "All good in the brain of Lars?" James wondered, looking at him watch him eat. "Enough to drink?" "It depends on what's in my brain." Lars said, his lips curling up and a small giggle escaping. He leaned over and put his head on James' shoulder. He patted Lars gently on the head, stroking behind his ear. "Times like this when I find it hard not to buy more steak because it's so good. And I'm in good company and I'm relaxed." Lars shivered at the gentle stroke behind his ear. He ordered another glass of wine and prayed that James hadn't noticed. Instead, he peeked up at him and grinned. "The best company." He corrected. "Mmmhmm... super great company." He cuddled Lars close. "You never fail to cheer me up." He smiled, looking down at Lars. His heart flip-flopped again as James cuddled him close. "I'm glad. We are best friends after all." Lars said softly, repeating that same, torturous statement he had for the past twenty five years. "I think..." He smiled. "You and me have passed the barrier of best friends... don't you?" He drank some soda and looked down at Lars. "Twenty five years would kill most 'best friends'..." Lars sipped his new glass, his head swimming. They hadn't passed the barrier of best friends. They never would. Even though James liked some guys enough to sleep with them. And then be broken-hearted, so Lars had to watch and pick up the pieces. Suddenly, he felt sick to his stomach. He squeezed his eyes shut, inhaling slowly. "Guess we're just special then." "We are. Very special." James grinned, finishing his steak, an arm still wrapped around Lars. "I'll be right back." Lars said softly, his face pale, his brow breaking out into a sweat. He was gonna be sick. Walking into the bathroom, he stumbled into one of the stalls and barely made it over to the toilet before he lost his dinner and lunch from earlier. Tears streamed down his cheeks. God, what was he doing? "Lars..." He whispered. Okay, really concerned. James followed Lars into the bathrooms, hearing him from behind the door. "Lars... you are going to tell me what's wrong. Right now." James pressed his ear to the door. "If I said something... no, usually shit I say doesn't make you sick..." James was standing there, standing outside the bathroom, listening to him get sick. And that only made him cry harder. "I-I'm fine." Lars forced himself to say the words, though nothing could be further from the truth. He just wanted to go home. "All right... I'm gonna go back to my place." He smiled a little bitterly. "As soon as I know that you're okay enough... for me to leave you here weeping and throwing up." He growled. "You worry me dude..." He clenched his eyes shut and flushed the toilet once more, wiping his eyes with toilet paper, wrapping his arms around himself. Lars looked up at James when he walked out. He couldn't force the grin into his voice. "Please take me home James? I just wanna go home." James sighed. He was defeated for now. "Okay, I'll take you home but, I'm giving you until morning to tell me." He hissed a little and walked Lars to his car. "And yes. I know I'm being fuckin' stubborn." If Lars hadn't been hugging himself tight enough to give his sides bruises, he would have been shaking in the front seat of the car. James wanted him to tell him. Tell him everything. "I can't tell you James." It was the first time he'd said something other than nothing was wrong. "Why?" James whispered, getting ready to stop the car at any given moment. He wanted to hug Lars and tell him that whatever it was... it was okay. He seemed inconsolable. Lars closed his eyes and another few tears crept out. He hid his face in his knees. Maybe he could talk about it a little bit. Maybe just a little bit. "You know how you were heartbroken over Dave?" He waited a second, not needing James to answer. "Well, I'm heartbroken too." James sighed, remembering the morning. It seemed like a year away. "Yeah," He whispered, looking to pull the car over at the next opportunity. "I expected it of Dave..." He answered a little shakily, stopping the car. "Look, Lars... whoever's broken your heart... whoever it is... you can tell me." He shook his head. "The who isn't important." It was only the most important thing on the planet. "But that's what's been bothering me. I'm sorry I've worried you so much." Lars apologized, and he meant it. He did feel bad. "Come here." James reached out to Lars and pulled him into a tight, caring hug. "I'm sorry you're upset." He whispered softly into his ear. He really hated seeing Lars like this. "Don't you apologize to me." He nearly burst into tears again when James tugged him into his arms and started whispering in his ear. Fuck. Why did James have to be so fucking perfect? Fuck. "It's okay. I'll be fine. But I'm sorry I made you worry." Blushing, he sighed. "It's completely fine." James rumbled quietly, stroking Lars' back. It was then... that it hit him. With a gasp, he held him tighter. "Shit. It's me isn't it?" -------------------------------------------------------------------- POW. |
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| guitar*star | July 24, 2012, 1:31 pm Post #107 |
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You can't stop here!!! Please, more!!! |
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| Achernar | July 24, 2012, 11:04 pm Post #108 |
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I want my dragon back :c
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I can't believe the massive amount of ships that are sailing in this place. MOAR, :0 |
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| Oh Hell | August 3, 2012, 9:19 pm Post #109 |
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Hey guys. Sorry I keep slipping on this. I'm having a bad time at the moment. Like, major portions of not good. In many respects. Enjoy. I'll post some more tomorrow. I promise. If I forget, bug Scarlet to bug me on FB ---------------------------------------------------- Lars sighed and nodded as James told him it was completely fine. His whole body froze as James guessed. He guessed it. Lars tensed up and slid away from James. "Don't be ridiculous." But it had taken him too long to come to that answer. James would know. He already knew. Glad that they were pulled over, Lars got out of the car, glad they hadn't left the city yet. He couldn't look at James. Not anymore. He growled. Struck the nail right on the head. He'd blown it. "Lars! Get your ass back here!" James got out of his car and stomped after Lars, calling him down the road. "Lars, please!" He just kept walking. James would eventually give up. Not even he was that stubborn. Not after what he'd just found out. He shouldn't have gotten out of the car. Lars cursed himself and looked back at James. "I'm fine, just wanted some fresh air. Thought I was gonna be sick again." The feeblest of excuses. Another lie. He grabbed Lars shoulders and stopped him in his tracks. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me sooner?!" He growled, cheeks coloring, as he rested his forehead on his own shoulder. "Lars, it's me. I'm not your fucking enemy." James breathed. "You could've and should've told me sooner." Lars stared up at James, his growl, how angry he was, his heart falling into his stomach. "I know you aren't my enemy." He said softly, his eyes far away. Why hadn't he told James sooner? Because James never looked at guys. Because he'd buried his love for James so far and so deep, it almost didn't exist anymore. Until the Dave fiasco. "Now that I know..." He breathed, brushing Lars' shoulders. "You should've talked to me about this." He whispered softly. "I wouldn't have shouted at you or hit you or anything else that you thought in that little head of yours." He laughed. Just the very thought made him laugh. He'd imagined far worse. Never talking to James again. Being kicked out of the band. Never seeing him again, except maybe on TV, in concert. "Now that you know, we're never going to speak of this again, and we're going to keep living our lives like we have these last twenty-five years." Lars said, his voice growing stronger by the second. He wouldn't let this come between them. "We're going to pretend tonight never happened, and go back to work the day after tomorrow." James threw his hands up and walked back towards the car, waiting in silence for Lars to get back in. Damn Lars for telling him that he was heartbroken. Damn him more for letting him come to the conclusion, confirmed for sure or not, that he was the root of a whole day's worth of awkward air between them. It took Lars a minute. A minute to make sure he wasn't going to burst into tears, and a minute to make sure that his heart would keep on beating. It did. Sadly enough, it did. Lars walked back to the car and climbed into the front seat. He didn't look at James. He just stared out his window. They weren't far from home. James drove them back to Lars' place in complete silence. The air was filled with shit. Shit that they weren't saying to each other. He pulled up outside the house and sat there, pressing his head into the steering wheel. He sighed, looking up at Lars. Lars looked at James. His eyes were dead, just a glassy moss-green, ringed in red from his crying. His cheeks were still flushed. His heart skipped a beat when James looked at him. "I'm sorry James." He whispered. He'd fucked it all up. It was all his fault. Opening the door, he slid out of the car and walked towards the front door. "Lars..." He called after him gently, stepping out of the car and following him to the door. A soft smile crept onto his face as he approached him. "You've done nothing wrong. Can't believe that I could be so blind..." He had one hand on the doorknob. Then James got out of the car, calling his name. He closed his eyes. He only had to be strong for a few minutes more. Then he could cry. "I made sure that you didn't notice." Lars glanced back at James. "Well," He sighed softly, smiling. "I wish that I had." James pushed his hands into his pockets and peered up at him. "You're supposed to tell me when I miss things. Notes... hints..." He smiled. "I didn't want you to notice this one." Lars said, his voice still soft as he turned to look at James, his heart clenching again. "I noticed." James laughed a little, ducking his head. "That goes double for your awkward moments." He smiled, scratching the back of his head. "I don't mind you know..." He blushed a little, making sure that Lars saw. The morning had been a disaster. He didn't want to end the day on a worse note. Lars just looked at James, watching him fidget, make bad jokes, blush. He looked like the twenty year old he had fallen in love with. The sweet SoCal boy who hadn't wanted to be a frontman, who had just wanted to play guitar. "I mind James." Lars forced himself to say. He heard the force behind Lars' voice and pouted. "Awww shucks, you do? I never noticed." James smiled, turning away from Lars with a sad wave, leaving him to his own devices. His face crumpled the minute James turned away. A sob escaped him. Lars yanked open his door and slammed it shut before he could do something as stupid as cry on his front porch over his frontman who wanted to tell him that things were going to be okay. Sinking into a small ball, his back to the door, Lars cried harder than he ever had in his life. James sat in his car and sighed. He'd done a lot of that tonight. He knew that Lars was probably never going to forgive him for finding out his secret but, he'd tried to 'console' him. It was obvious from the little sob that Lars had snuck in as he was walking away. Lars watched James' car in his driveway for a long time. Wishing things could be different. That James could have talked about him the way he did about Dave. That James had secretly wanted him for years instead of Dave. But they weren't different. They weren't. They were what they were. And he would still have to go into work with James there tomorrow, and pretend that tonight had never happened. God he felt guilty. Lars. His little Danish buddy, best friend... wanted him. The way that James sometimes gushed about Dave... must've torn him up inside. Well, that depends on how long he's wanted to be with him. Could've been a few years, could've been a couple of... shit. Decades. He pressed the heels of his hands into his forehead and looked at Lars' house feeling wholeheartedly pig headed. His heart felt heavy. He wanted to do something, but there was nothing he could do. Lars turned away from the window, he couldn't look at James' truck anymore. He walked into the house, listless, not really looking at anything as he moved from room to room. James was in every single room. Memories of him. The only place he was safe was his bedroom. Lars went there, his feet heavy. He didn't look out the window to see if James had left yet. Instead, he curled up on the bed. James growled, annoyed with himself, as he put his foot down and left the premises, heading home. He didn't know what to do with himself now. Go home? Mope a little while? ... call Lars to see if he was okay? No. That'd really stick the boot in. Shit. --------------------------------------------------------------- Lars managed to sneak in early, going straight to his office and locking the door. He couldn't look at James, let alone watch him play and sing. Not today. He didn't think that he had slept a wink all night. He felt dead to the world. But he managed to smile when he got his morning coffee. Smiled at Kirk and Rob when they came in to say hi, telling them he was knee-deep in paperwork, even though that was a lie. Rob was his usual chipper self, Kirk looked... well fucked. It'd been his first day back in work since he and Chris had gotten back together so, he looked as happy as a pig in shit. Lars... Lars. He'd blanked him all day. James had tried to at least get a hi out of him but, he couldn't manage it. It was lunchtime. He'd just fixed himself a ham and mustard sandwich and sat down at the table, speaking with Kirk and a few others... as Lars lurched into the room. His heart stopped. He looked awful. Guilt. Feel that James? Sucks don't it. He was hungry, but he'd put off lunch for too long now. Lars made his way into the kitchen, almost turning around and leaving when he saw James there with the others. Lars forced a smile onto his face and hummed as he walked over to the fridge, pulling out stuff for a sandwich, throwing it together messily. He listened and chuckled as the other three talked, but didn't jump into the conversation like he normally would have. James whimpered silently, finishing what he could of his food and standing slowly, excusing himself with a shaky tone. He couldn't be there while Lars was. Especially not when he looked so crappy. The tab was on him and he couldn't face it. He headed upstairs to his own office and shut the door. Dammit. Lars watched James go, his face falling. He lost any of his appetite, looking at his sandwich before he just walked over to the garbage can and dumped it in there, feeling Kirk and Rob's eyes on him. He didn't care anymore. Lars walked back up to his office and shut the door behind him, doing his best not to think about James' office just down the hall. "Well this is one big fucking mess." Kirk mumbled to Rob, shaking his head. "I'm gonna go talk to James, meet you downstairs in ten, okay?" He said before trudging up to James' office and knocking on the door. "James, it's Kirk." James swiped both of his hands over his face, growling when he heard a knock at the door. "Not now Kirk, yeah?" He groaned sadly, pacing around the room before settling on the sofa. Kirk walked into the office anyway. He shut the door behind him and looked at James on the sofa. "Well, you are the sorriest son-of-a-bitch I've ever seen, and I want to know what the fuck is going on between you and Lars! You two won't look at each other for more than two seconds, Lars is barely talking….what the fuck happened?" "Nothing happened." Oh yeah, smooth as a mountain range that was James. Also a big, fat lie. He rolled over on the sofa, curling up, pressing his face against the back of it, hiding his shame. "And that's the same damn nothing I gave you four days ago." Kirk said, walking over and sitting next to James on the sofa. "James….come on. You both look so miserable I can barely stand it. Please…what happened?" He asked softly. James kneed the back of the sofa in frustration. "I... can't." He muttered through his teeth. "I am so fucking stupid. I can't believe how much of a fucking douche bag I am." He seethed, thinking of how Lars had looked at him last night as he left. All his damn fault. "Well, I might have agreed with that sentiment a few years ago, but not recently James. You're one of the nicest people I know. And the last thing you would ever do is hurt Lars. So what happened?" Kirk asked, worry easily discernible in his voice. "Lars told me last night... that he felt like he'd had his heartbroken." He mumbled, upset thinking of it. "He wouldn't tell me who... took me long enough to get it out of him." He was shaking. "That on top of an already shitty morning before..." He gulped back a sob. Kirk frowned, trying to connect the dots, but they just weren't coming together. "James, what are you saying. Just spit it out." He sighed. "I asked Lars... if it was... me." James groaned, whimpering again. "And he didn't say no." He balled his fists at his sides. "I broke my friend's heart. Look at him. I did that." He grizzled. "Me. Some fucking friend..." He studied James for a long moment. Kirk chewed on his lip and thought about what he was going to say next. "So what are you going to do about it?" "I don't fucking know..." He groaned painfully, completely defeated. "Go ask Lars." He sighed and rolled back over, hoping that Kirk would leave him to mope in peace. "I think…" Kirk started, his voice quiet. "You need to think long and hard on what you really want in life James. If you want to be with the Dave Mustaine's of the world James….or if you want something else." He said as he stood up and walked to the door, heading towards the studio, knowing that Lars needed to be alone. Hearing the words Dave and Mustaine in quick succession made his blood boil. As Kirk left, he tossed a throw cushion towards the door, banging it shut before holding the other close to him. Maybe if he could sleep, he'd feel a little better. A little. No, it was ruined. Bad and self destructive and ruined. It took Lars a couple of hours, but he managed to leave his office and go down to the studio. James wasn't there. Kirk was looking at him with pity. Which meant he knew. And Rob knew. "I'll go get James." He said softly and went back upstairs and knocked on his office door. James didn't dare answer. He'd curled himself up into a tight ball, head nearly on his knees. It was probably Kirk again anyways. He lay there in silence, covering his ears with his elbows. Lars knocked again before he opened it and stepped in, taking in the sight of James curled up on the couch. He put his hands on his hips and huffed. "Well, looking at the mighty James Hetfield, curled up on the couch like a kid. C'mon James. We've got practice." Lars said, walking towards the couch. He decided not to answer Lars. Yes, it was childish but, he felt like he had a little bit of a right. He could feel Lars' eyes on him. Almost see how he was standing. All he felt was guilt. "All practiced out." He grumbled, voice totally deadpanned out. "Nope, wrong answer!" Lars said cheerfully, walking over to the couch and tugging on James' arm until he was lying on his back. "We have a practice session that we agreed on, and come hell or high water, we're going to have it." The light in his eyes died a little bit and his voice got quieter. "You asked me to let you work after what happened with Dave. I am asking for you to do the same for me James. I have to." He wouldn't say that it was all he had left. But it felt like that. James' heart flipped, tinged with a little annoyance at Lars' cheerful tone. He rolled over and stood up, enveloping Lars in his arms. There was one of two ways to end this. He'd gone for option two. "Okay, we'll work..." He leaned forwards to Lars, touching their noses together. A small gasp escaped him as he was wrapped up in those arms and pulled against James' chest. Trying to think of a proper response as he was told that they would work, all thoughts in his head died when James brushed their noses together. The gesture was so small and so intimate, it made tears gather in his eyes again. "O-okay." Lars whispered, but he didn't move. He just stared at James, and into his eyes. In a flippant move, he gently drifted his lips over Lars'. Wanting him to react. He wasn't sure how... but, he wanted a reaction out of him. A stronger press of his lips made him want to devour Lars. He'd taken heed of what Kirk had said. Lars froze as their lips brushed together, his whole body trembling. His eyes fluttered shut as James' lips became more insistent against his. He started to shake, his hands reaching out to grab James' waist, melting into that kiss before he forced himself to pull away. Lars forced his eyes open, still trembling, his voice scared and soft. "J-James….?" Gasket. You blew it. When he realized that Lars wasn't kissing him back, he watched him pull away. He dipped his head down and loosened his grip on him. At that moment, kissing Lars felt right. "Yeah?" James answered, solemnly with an almost level tremble in his voice. "What?" He asked, eyes falling shut. He stared at James, almost too scared to ask. Lars stared at him, so long and so hard his eyes hurt. Then James closed his eyes. "You kissed me." He whispered, wavering closer, pressing lightly against James' chest. "You kissed me James." James breathed and deep and nodded with a smile. "Yes, I kissed you, Lars..." He whispered, pressing himself closer. "Is that a problem?" He huffed. "'cause, I don't know... felt pretty good to me but, if it's not what you want..." Lars stared up at him, his eyes watering. "I don't want your pity James. Don't kiss me because you want to stop feeling guilty. Only kiss me if you want to." He ordered, his voice shaking. He watched Lars' face fill up with emotion and cuddled him close. "I'm not pitying you. Had my own pity party yesterday morning, I could just go carry that on." He smiled. "I kissed you because, I wanted to. I wouldn't kiss you if I didn't want to." Lars sucked in a deep breath and whined a little bit. God, he wanted James so much it hurt. "You sure James?" James stroked Lars' back, leaning forward and kissing him softly again. "Castrate me if I'm not sure." He purred, looking deep into Lars' eyes. He melted again at the soft kiss. "Couldn't castrate you..." Lars said, looking up at James, his eyes shining. He deepened their kiss a little, holding on for a few long moments before pulling gently back. "We'll talk about 'us' later. We have to go make ends meet down there now." James smiled regrettably. "Try not to look like a happy cat." Lars nodded, though that was impossible. His heart was pounding wildly and he felt like he was going to explode. "O-okay Jamie." "I'm sorry I broke your heart." He smiled awkwardly. It was a bomb on what'd just happened. Though he felt like it needed to be said... even though it wasn't his 'fault'. "'Kay Larsy." He grinned and hugged him tight. He shook his head. He didn't want to think about that anymore. At all. "Let's just go down to work." Lars said, scooting out of the room. "Let's." Seeing Lars walking out of the room looking a little brighter shed some light on his gloomy day. He followed him out and down the stairs, into their practice room. Lars hid behind his drums, not missing the suspicious looks of Kirk. Fuck, what was he doing? James was just pitying him, feeling guilty when he had seen what he looked like. "Think we need to call it a day a bit early." He called out. "I was thinking the same thing..." James added, itching his upper arm. Honestly, he'd not got much sleep the night before. He just wanted to go home and crash... hoping Lars wouldn't think that that was code for 'Let's hop on one foot and do the bad thing.' He glanced up at James. What was James gonna do now? Lars swallowed hard, picking up his stuff and heading out to his car. James followed Lars out to his car and got into the front passenger seat. Lars was giving him an almost incriminatory questioning look. It was silent for a few seconds. "My car is at your house." He grinned. "I was going to go home to sleep." He admitted. Lars nodded. "Okay." He wasn’t quite sure he believed James. But it didn't matter. "Why did you kiss me?" "I told you already." James smiled genuinely. "It felt right." He bowed his head. "Felt right and I wanted more." He whispered softly, blushing a little. "Nothing to do with guilt or any of that shit. I really wanted to." "Just magically out of the blue. The day after you guess I'm in love with you...you decide you want to kiss me." Lars said, his skepticism harsh in his voice. "Sometimes," He grumbled. "Sometimes it takes a verbal slap in the face... to realise what you've been missing." James smiled bitterly. Damn Kirk and his loved up bullshit. "... Yes, it's a major coincidence. I see where you're coming from and if the boot was on the other foot, I'd be as skeptical as you are..." "I'm just tired of it all James. You get it now. I don't want a charade. I'm done with games." Lars said softly. "I've known you for most of my life and never knew about Dave. Do you know how much that hurt?" He asked James, staring at him. "Yeah, me either Lars. I don't wanna play games anymore either." Thoughts of Dave the day before were back to bite his ass. "Yeah and you didn't know about Dave because... I was too embarrassed about liking him..." His face coloured. "Yesterday, he finally let me get close to him and he fucked me. Too hard. I didn't like it and I was upset. I still am upset." He shuddered. "Which is probably the same reason that I didn't know about you loving me. Then, when Kirk came up and talked to me, it clicked." James blushed hard. "You're always there for me. You cheer me up like no-one else. I even told you yesterday that I thought we were more than friends... I just didn't know in what sort of way." He smiled to himself. "We fit." He chuckled. "I guess it took that reaction from you... to make me realize that I wanted you too. In the deepest underlying sort of a way." Lars choked up and pulled into his driveway, James' words ringing in his mind. He climbed out of the car and walked towards his house. "Come inside James?" Lars offered. James followed him from the car and took a deep breath. "Okay." He smiled, nerves hitting him again. Lars' whimper, as they'd driven onto the premises, unnerved him some. He turned and faced James as he came in. "You're not gonna wanna trade me in for someone younger? And that I'll still yell and get mad at you, but at the end of the day I love you so much it doesn't matter?" Lars licked his lips, worry wrinkling his face. James laughed. He couldn't help it. Not a belly laugh but, still. Lars was worried about the possibility that he'd go for someone younger... and the fact that he'd still be the same guy he always has been. Please. His insecurity was cute. "You're younger than I am, Lars. I've also put up with your moods, yelling and bitching for as long as I've known you. That's never going to change." He smiled. "We've always made up after a fight and we'll continue to do so until one of us passes... I reckon even after that. You'll be no different." James' voice got a little choked. "So, in a word, no. I wouldn't take you to the pawn shop to trade you in. I'll love you... forever. Until the end." He smiled, control wavering. "Whether we're friends or lovers. You're my... soulmate." His eyes filled with tears again. Fuck, why did James have to make him cry? Lars looked up at James and strode over to him, reaching out and pulling him down for a slow and deep kiss, starting to cry. Lars wrapped himself around James as tightly as he could and squeezed. Soulmates. James thought they were soulmates. He fell back from the kiss, laughing. Lars could remember thinking the exact same thing when they first started talking about their music interests. Soulmates. "We are." Lars agreed, his voice soft. |
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| Achernar | August 3, 2012, 10:22 pm Post #110 |
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I want my dragon back :c
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asdfgh you know what I think 'bout this :0 |
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| guitar*star | August 4, 2012, 6:04 am Post #111 |
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Frantic
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Love it, love it, love it! These two are sooooooo sweet, all awkward and frightened like teenagers XD Thanks for posting and I'm so sorry to hear things are not good at the moment, but I wish you everything will get better soon! *hug* |
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| Oh Hell | August 4, 2012, 10:33 pm Post #112 |
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Outlaw Torn
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Okay, I promised more so, here it is. The last of the edited material. I need to go through the rest and sort it out. This is a major smut warning. --------------------------------------------------- Lars approaching him with such gusto made him smile wide. When he pulled him into a kiss, his insides near as damn it collapsed. The connection he felt at that moment was so much deeper of a link than when they'd tell the other how much they loved each other... under a mountain of beers in the eighties. Their lips moved slowly and lovingly together, sealing them tight. James just bundled Lars up in his arms and let him squeeze his insides out. He didn't care if he broke his ribs. He'd pay his hospital bills if he had to. As Lars pulled softly away and agreed with him, he noticed the tears wetting his face and traced down a trail with the tip of his finger. "They'd better be happy tears..." Lars laughed a little bit. "Or else?" He snuggled against James. That kiss had curled his toes. He couldn't keep resisting James. He snorted out another giggle. "Or else..." James dragged out mischievously, looking up at the ceiling. "Ah! Or else... I won't kiss you." He grinned. "Ever." He nudged his nose against Lars'. "Since I recognize that you enjoy it so much." He whispered. "I'll just do this..." He smiled lustfully, nudging closer to Lars' lips. "and then just pull away from you like nothing was going happen." He looked up at James as he pulled away. "You can't prank a prankster James. I would just take what I wanted, whether you liked it or not." Lars whispered, stretching and wrapping his arms around James' shoulders, just barely. "I'm kinda possessive that way." He added, sealing their lips together again, his whole body pressed tightly against James. "Oh you would, would'ya?" He smiled widely into their kiss, sucking on Lars' lip, catching it tight. "Well, remember exactly which prankster it is that you're talking to little buddy." He released his lip gently, observing just how red it'd gotten. "I know you are." A small moan escaped him. He couldn't hold it back. Especially when James sucked on his lip and let him go, staring down at him. Lars blushed. Fucking James. "You know I hate it when you call me that." He grumbled. "You love it." James grinned, imbued with a rush of dominant energy. "You know you do... I mean, look at the color of your cheeks." He loved the moan Lars gave him when he held his lip between his. "A stripper's lips would be jealous of that shade of beetroot." Lars blushed even more darkly. "Of course I do." He licked his lips shyly, looking up at James. "Just don't like being called little buddy. That's all." He said, wanting James to do that again, but too shy to ask. He stroked one of Lars' bright red cheeks and smiled. "I love this shade of red. Think I'll take a photo..." He smiled, pulling out his cell phone and snapping a photo of Lars' red, enraptured face. "Beautiful. Think I'll get my bedroom painted this color to remind me of my favorite... little... buddy..." He grinned, whispering the last part near his ear. "What do you think?" Before he could respond, James was taking a picture of him. "James!!! Delete that!!" And he decided to ignore the other piece of what he was saying. Lars shivered when James whispered in his ear. Fuck, that was turning him on. "J-James....stop....." James pulled away with a soft smirk and kissed his cheek as Lars gave him that 'Don't stop!' form of 'stop'. He showed Lars the photo on his phone. "But... I wanna keep it. It's cute. Promise I won't show anybody." Lars gave James a skeptical look and glanced at the picture, huffing. "Promise?" He asked shyly, glancing at the tall blonde. Why couldn't James just kiss him again? Devour him properly? "Faithfully." He whispered. "Purely for my enjoyment." A naughty look escaped James' set face of composure. "I do promise that I won't show anyone but, god, you look so cute, frustrated... horny and bewildered." He grinned, bending his knees just a little, coming to face level with Lars and pressing his pursed lips gently to Lars'. He looked into his green eyes and smiled, darting his tongue across his lips, coming deliberately into contact with Lars' too. Lars huffed, but he supposed he would have to let James get away with it. "James!!" He squeaked, staring at him. Nevermind that James had hit the nail on the head. He watched James bend down and then they were kissing, except it was different, deeper. Lars moaned softly as their tongues slid together, his fingers tangling in the front of James' shirt. Leaning deep into their mess of tongue tangling passion, James couldn't decide what to do with his hands. He finally, after a short period of deliberation, chose to slip his hands into Lars' back pockets. He gave a tiny moan when he felt Lars' tongue toy with his own, movements beginning in his jeans. Shit. He purred when Lars grabbed at his shirt, not realizing that he'd passed his thumb over his nipple in the process. "Lars..." He gasped softly. Not fair. Shuddering hard, Lars moaned into the kiss as James' big hands were suddenly in the pockets of his pants. James' moan was the most delicious thing he'd ever heard and he wanted to hear it again. "Yeah James...?" He twisted his fingers in James' shirt again, brushing over his nipple, leaning into another kiss. "Uhhh..." His chest pushed forward against Lars' fingertips, silently begging for more. "Can we... sit down?" He whispered with intent. "I'm a little..." He sighed, leaning back into their embrace. "Evidently tongue tied... but, little tired. Didn't sleep much last night..." Lars pulled away, shy again and nodded. "Yeah, no problem." He headed over to the couch and sat down. He looked up at James. "Did you not sleep well because of me?" Lars asked softly. He relaxed back down into the sofa, placing his legs over Lars' thighs. "No... well, not entirely. I worried that I'd upset you. Spent most of the night thinking about you... hoping you were alright." He smiled wryly. "Most of the stuff I said looked like they hit one too many words with you." "Most of what you said did hit too close." Lars admitted softly. "I spent most of the night terrified that you wouldn't want to see me again after what happened." He rested his hand on James' knee, reminding himself that James was indeed there. "I'm so sorry." James looked upset that he'd upset Lars. Tapped into parts of his mind that he maybe didn't want tapping into. "I would never do that. I'm not that much of a pig headed bastard." He smiled. "We'd never not be able to see each other again. We'd have no jobs to go to if I did that. And I ain't going anywhere." "I know you wouldn't do that, I know you better than that. I'm just saying….that's what the desperation felt like. It wasn't rational and didn't make sense. It just….was." Lars said softly, stroking James' thigh. "I want you to stop feeling guilty though. Can you promise me to do that?" "I can. Just don't make me feel guilty and I won't feel guilty." James smiled, responding a little to the strokes Lars was giving him on his thigh. "And I'm sorry for making you feel like I was just hitting on you because you told me that." He frowned. "'Cause that couldn't be further from the truth." Lars smiled at him, trailing his fingers a little higher with each stroke. "I will do everything I can to make sure that you don't feel guilty." He said, smiling at James. "And it's okay. I believe you. I was just scared. One of those 'it's too good to possibly be true' moments. Sometimes I have too many of them." Lars admitted. James raised himself up on his elbows. "I know you do. I wanna try and not have to make you feel like that any more." He smiled. "I said a lot of mean shit to you when we were younger out of random frustration." He frowned a little. "...and now I get to make it up to you." Reaching out, Lars cupped James' face in his hand. "James, you don't need to make anything up to me. If you keep trying to make up for stuff that happened in the past, we're gonna miss the future, and the here and now." He bit his lip shyly and looked up. "The here and now is with you. That's where I wanna be. Not our past." "Okay then." He smiled, sitting upright. "Let's be all future-y." A grin crossed his face before he pulled Lars down towards him. He pecked Lars' cheek, laying him over himself. James' grin always made his heart flip flop. He couldn't help it. Lars stretched out on top of James, resting his head against his shoulder. "Future-y?" He snickered a little bit. "Yeah, I dunno..." His eyebrows knit together. "Like get greyer, fatter and wrinklier." James laughed along with Lars, stroking through what little hair he had left. "Come closer. Up here." "Up here?" Lars looked up at James and carefully scooted up a little higher so their lips where in reach. "Is this what you meant?" He whispered softly. "Besides. I like you just as you are now. No need for anything else." "Yeah, right up here." He whispered. "I like you just as you are too." James chuckled a little before placing a light kiss on Lars' lips, wrapping his arms around his waist, spreading his legs so that Lars' could fall between them. Lars blushed as he fell right between James' legs and settled between him. Well, fuck, if this didn't turn his mind to what they started earlier, nothing would. "Good. Cause I sure as fuck ain't changing now." He said, grinning up at James. "Yeah, for sure." He chuckled. Cupping Lars' face, kissing him gently. He'd got a little hard when Lars was touching his thighs. He intended to make Lars very aware of that fact. Smiling, Lars leaned into that kiss, melting against James with a quiet moan. "Mmmmm." He shifted a little bit and pressed more tightly against James. Frowning when he didn't get comfortable, Lars moved again, this time straddling one of James' thighs, his own pressed between James' legs. "There we go." He purred out softly, leaning in for another kiss. "Mmmm... yeah, there we go." James moaned quietly as Lars' thigh rubbed up against his crotch. "Perfect." He sighed, groaning into their kiss. He purred a little as their embrace heated up, pushing his hips up a little to get more friction. Perfect. He'd gotten exactly what he wanted. Lars could rub against James' hip to his hearts content, and James would get what he wanted. "Nnnngh…James…" Lars couldn't stop from rocking back against James. "Uh... uh huh..." He moaned softly. He took Lars' hips and ground them against his own hip. "I wanna touch you." He purred, suddenly horny as hell, humping Lars' thigh. Lars whimpered and let out another low moan, burying his face in James' neck as he rubbed against his thigh. "Touch me however you want. I'm yours." He purred out. James grinned. "However I want?" Oh would you look at that mischievous face. He growled softly in his ear as he slipped a hand between them, unbuckling Lars' pants. "Even here?" He smiled, slipping his hand up his t-shirt, thumbing over a nipple. "... Or here?" He moaned, still rubbing up against him. He licked his lips and nodded, staring down at James, watching that mischievous face appear. Lars grinned back at him and then moaned as James unbuckled and unzipped his pants, then snuck a hand under his t-shirt to brush against his nipple. Thank fuck it hadn't been the one with the ring. He might have been begging for James to do something, fuck, anything. "Y-yes…" Lars moaned out, rocking his hips even more eagerly against James. He chuckled softly, brushing his finger tips over Lars' chest. He touched over his other nipple, feeling the slightly warm metal through it. "Heee.." James smiled wide. "I forgot you had this." He picked up the loop and tugged it gently. "Do you like that?" he purred. Lars swallowed, watching James' fingers move to the other side of his chest until they touched his nipple. He whimpered. Fuck, he was so hard already, he wouldn't be able to take this. "H-how could you forget?" Lars asked, laughing a little bit. Then James picked up the small loop and tugged on it. His fingers turned to claws and he clenched James' biceps as a strangled moan escaped him. "O-ohhh…yes…fuck…yes James….please." "Aaah!" James seethed as Lars' nails sunk into his upper arms. He tugged it a little further back, letting the little nub bounce back. "Pretty little moans..." He smiled, feeling his cock get a little harder, Lars was begging for him already and they'd only just started to touch each other. "Okay you. Clothes off... right now..." He shuddered and moaned. Fuck, James was going to drive him wild, it just wasn't fair. Then James did it again, and Lars shuddered so hard he thought he was going to fall off James' lap. His eyes widened and he looked up at James at the order to strip. Lars felt his cheeks go red and ducked his face down to hide his embarrassment. "Uh, o-okay." What if James didn't like what he saw? Wanted something better? "I don't care what's under there Mr. Shakey lip. It's you." James smiled, trying to calm Lars' nerves. "I wanna feel all of your bare skin against mine." He whispered, unbuckling his belt slowly, lifting his hips to pull it from the loops in his jeans. Lars took a deep breath and nodded. It didn't matter to James. Moving slow, he stripped his shirt and undershirt off. He followed with his jeans and boxer briefs next until he was standing there in all his revealed glory for James. His eyes darted up to catch James' eyes, hoping that he wasn't disappointed. "Gorgeous." He smiled wide, blushing. "Just as I expected. My perfect Lars." He purred, standing up to cuddle him close, kissing him softly. "From head to toe." He started toeing his jeans off as he stripped his shirt off over his head. "We all have our little 'flaws' but, I love every single one." He grinned. "They're what make us, us." "I am not perfect." Lars grumbled, looking over at James. He wouldn't argue with the ''Mine" part of it though. He really liked it, and though he didn't want to admit it to himself, Lars wanted to hear it again. That he belong to James. He truly did. Body, heart and soul. "You're perfect." Lars added, looking at James, his heart skipping a beat. "You're as perfect as can be." James smiled wide. "Nobody's 'perfect' but, to me, you look great." He touched his nose to Lars' before undoing his pants and stripping them off. "I ain't perfect..." He laughed softly. "I try like hell to look the best I can though..." "You look great." Lars said softly, reaching out and teasing his fingers along James' chest. He bit his lip and slowly trailed his fingers lower. "Good, thank you." James grinned, arching forward against Lars' hands, watching his face change as they moved lower. "Well," He sighed. "Wonder where those are going." He cradled Lars' head in his hands and kissed him hard. It was the first opportunity to do so and he was seizing it. Lars grinned, about to reply when James kissed him. Hard. He moaned and immediately melted into the kiss, moaning long and low. Fuck, that felt so good! His fingers trailed lower and wrapped around James' cock, pumping him slowly. James purred softly against his lips as he felt Lars take him in his hand. "Nnnn... yeah..." He mumbled, matching his movements, slowly bucking his hips. He was already feeling better for a man that'd barely slept the night before. He wrapped one arm around Lars' waist and bumped his cock off of his own hand, smiling into the kiss. He licked his lips slowly, stroking James slowly, teasing his fingers along the tip. Lars smiled at him and then moaned, his hips arching forward into James' touch as he whimpered. "Nnnngh...fuck James..." He moaned out, hiding his face in James' neck. "Mmmm... I think we should... go to bed." He grinned, stroking behind Lars' ear. "Play for a while..." Lars looked up at James, his heart hammering. He nodded, biting his lip. This....would be impossible to back away from now. "Yeah." He whispered. "Perfect..." James' eyes wouldn't let go of the glint they held in them. Mischief, passion and need... all there. He held his hand out to Lars and let him walk past him. "If you'd said no, I'd have gone up anyways..." He teased. Snorting, Lars looked over at James. "Why does that NOT surprise me in the slightest?" He reached out and took James' hand, leading him up to his bedroom. He pouted. "I'm tired and I know that, eventually, you'll be sleeping up there." He added with a soft smile. "Nothing surprises you any more." He snarled a little behind Lars' back. "Not even the watch I got you last Christmas..." Lars stopped at the top of the stairs and turned back to face James. "Of course you still surprise me." He looked down at James and blushed. "You're standing here, not wearing a stitch of clothing. You may consider me surprised as fuck." "Phew. Thought you had me there for a second..." He kissed Lars gently. "C'mon, bedroom. Now." His eyes cast down Lars' body and up again. "I wanna see what this thing can do..." He patted Lars' ass gently and followed him. Nodding shyly, Lars squeezed his hand and blushed darkly when James patted his ass and followed him into his bedroom. "Don't be crude." He said, turning and smiling over his shoulder to show James he was only half serious. Lars walked towards the bed and looked up at James, steeping closer to him. "Kiss me again?" James smiled. "Crude? Me?" He chuckled softly before capturing Lars' soft lips. "Happy to oblige." His whispers ran off his lips, to Lars'. He melted. He didn't know what it was about James that made him just want to curl up and in his arms forever, but it was there. The second their lips touched, Lars gave a small little moan and pressed tightly against James. He needed this. James sat down and fell back, tucking Lars tight to him, resting his hands on his waist and nibbling his lips. He shivered at Lars' moan, stroking his skin. Lars blushed as James sat down on the bed and stretched out on it, nibbling and sucking at his lips, intent on driving him absolutely wild. He moaned again, a little more quietly this time, but he closed his eyes and shifted slowly on top of James, straddling his hips as they kissed. Groaning, James smiled softly, a little triumphantly, as Lars' groin rubbed against his. He moved his hands to his ass and massaged his skin, purring into his lips. He moved his hips, thrusting gently. He moaned, rocking against James as those long fingers went to his ass and squeezed. Fuck it felt so fucking good! "Ahhh, nnnngh….James…." Lars whined, rubbing against him a little harder. "That good?" He grinned, rubbing at him with a moan. "Mmmm..." Lars' movements were driving him to distraction. His heart beat fast, feeling how hard Lars' body felt against him, yet warm and welcoming. "Of course it's fucking good." Lars grumbled, leaning closer and rocking against him, kissing him again. "God, James, please….I want more, please…." "Ah..." He sighed, tightening his grip on Lars. "Care to elaborate... tell me... exactly what it is that you want..." Lars licked his lips and stared down at James underneath him and smiled. "Yeah…okay. I want….I want you to make love to me." He got out in a rush. James' smile perked up into a grin. "You do, huh?" He bit his lip, flipping Lars onto his back, laying him down next to him. He crawled on top of him and kissed his chin. "How do you want me?" He blushed darkly as James flipped him over so he was on his back and then crawled on top of him. "I don't care. I just…I want you….I need you to, please James." James chuckled softly at Lars' neediness. "Okay," He purred. "Got any lube?" He trailed his finger down his chest, smiling down at him. Lars squirmed away from James for a second and rolled over on the bed, reaching into the bedside drawer, knocking a few things around. It took a few more seconds, but he finally found what he was looking for and pulled out the tube of lube. "Yeah, I do." He bit his lip and looked up at James, holding it in his hand, realizing what they were about to do. Watching Lars wriggle, whimper and squirm made him smile. It endured as he crawled from beneath him to his drawers. When Lars had replied that he did indeed have some of the illusive liquid, James' deep grin widened. "You wanna do it... or shall I?" "Uhhh..." Lars swallowed hard and blushed. "Well, you aren't small...and your hands are bigger. Better if you do it." That and he just wanted James to touch him. Badly. James rolled his eyes and tutted, waggling his finger in Lars' direction. "Flattery and ego massaging... ain't gonna get you nowhere, cutie." He smiled, prying Lars' hand open, making him drop the tube into his own hand. "Now," He started, flipping it open and coating his finger, pointedly doing it in front of Lars' face. He dropped his hand between Lars' legs and searched out his target. "Hows about we get you... nice and wet." Spreading his legs, he swallowed again and nodded. Fuck, was this actually happening? "Yes, please James...." Lars moaned out, reaching out and grabbing his shoulders, bringing him closer. "Please." He begged softly. "Sure you still want this?" James purred softly, stroking Lars' face with one hand and between his ass cheeks with his other. "'Cause if you don't wanna do this now, we really don't have to." He smiled, kissing him a little. "Before you say anything, this isn't me looking for a way out. I'm just making sure that you're sure." Lars nodded, looking up at him and smiling. "Yeah, I am." He was more sure of this than he could ever possibly describe. "I want you to make love to me James." He spread his legs a little further for him. "Please." "I think I can definitely do that." James smiled, feeling his heart beat a little faster, sliding a finger back and forth and easing slowly over and inside of Lars, teasing him slowly. He placed a kiss on his lips and sucked softly on them. Moaning loudly, Lars spread his legs wider. "Nnnnn...yes...deeper James, please!" James bent to Lars' wishes and plunged his finger deeper, crooking his finger. "Like that?" Gasping, he arched hard, his head tilting back as he moaned. "Fuuuuuck...James...oh..James..." Lars begged for more. His finger moved quicker, another moving to join it in its actions. "I love those moans." James purred, curling his fingers closer to his sweet spot. "Love how you beg... whimper my name..." He grinned like a cat, licking at the shell of Lars' ear. He shivered, moaning even louder. "God...fuck James..." Lars swore. He squirmed in his spot, his body begging for more. Then James brushed against his prostate, making him arch and scream. His body was on fire for James and he needed more. "More James, please more." "Nnnn... listen t'you..." He growled softly, slipping Lars a third, jamming them in hard. "Ask for it." He smiled, tickling his belly. He squirmed and moaned, pushing back against James' fingers. Fuck he wanted more, needed it. "Jaaaaaames! Please!" Lars cried out, shivering hard. "Mmmm... okay, I'm done... done teasing you..." James smiled wide, tugging his fingers out of Lars, hiking his legs up around his shoulders. He hoped that Lars would hold onto him while he slicked himself, readying them both. He slid forward a bit, exposing himself to James, blushing darkly. "Yes, please, I want you to make love to me." Lars begged. He watched James touch himself and licked his lips. He pulled Lars tight to him and choked away his insecurities and apprehension, pressing the head of himself inside of his new lover's body. His best friend. He hoped it'd be alright for him. No pain. God was he worried that he'd screw it up. Lars snuggled against James and smiled, gasping a little as he started to press in. "Ohhhhh....Jaaaaaames!" He dragged out his name in a long whine, pressing back against him. "F-fuck...please...yes, this is so good!" James smiled and pressed his forehead against Lars' gently and kissed his lips, sliding himself in fully. "Lars... god yeah..." He whispered a moan, settling himself, realizing just where he was with a grin. "Perfect." He delved into their embrace, closing his eyes and whispering into the kiss. Quietly, he told Lars a few things, talking to him, trying to make him laugh in the moment. He gently rocked against him, not moving in or out yet. Just rolling his hips there. His eyes couldn't leave James' face, staring at him, worshipping every inch of him. "You're so beautiful." Lars whispered. His eyes teared up when James started whispering sweet nothings in his ear and he giggled, rocking back against him. "Move James please...." Lars begged. He nodded and started to pull out and push back into Lars, with a soft gasp. "Shit..." His gentle breathing turned into a deep groan. He rubbed his hands over the sides of his thighs and smiled into another deep liplock. He whimpered, his whole body arching up to press against James. "O-oh fuck...yes, James, please, fuck, more!" Lars begged. He was being driven wild, shivering and shuddering. His fingers dove into James' hair, tugging and pulling him closer. "Uh..." He moaned softly, purring and growling. "Sshhh..." He whispered, holding Lars' thighs. "No more words. Just... move with me?" He smiled, pumping his hips. Lars lowered his legs to around James, waist, rocking against him with a low moan. He swallowed hard and nodded, leaning up to kiss him, tugging him closer, rocking back against him. James' lip quivered, moaning loudly. "Fuck..." He whimpered, barely whispering it, pumping his hips faster as Lars kissed him. He slid his hands up his sides and planted his elbows down either side of his head, panting into his mouth. He swallowed James' kiss, kissing him harder and deeper. Lars rocked his hips back against James, gripping his shoulders tighter. "James..." He whimpered, burying his face in James' neck. It felt too good. He was going to fly apart. It was all going to end too quickly. Way too quickly. His climax was rushing up on him... fast. His heart was beating. Fast. Hips thrusting. Faster by the second. He was moaning and groaning louder and shallower all of a sudden and it was all Lars' doing. "Uhhh, fuck!" He growled quietly after shouting his need. A warning. "Lars..." He groaned loudly, thrusting raggedly into him. Gripping onto James' shoulders as tight as he could, Lars squealed and thrashed underneath him. He was going to come. James hit his prostate and he screamed again, exploding all over his stomach. He clenched down tight around James and pressed even closer to him. "J-Jamie...." James moaned when he heard Lars call him by his pet name, not seconds after he'd come between them. He rutted hard into Lars, making sure to still hit him there, even though he was probably well done, spurting deep inside him. He growled, panting. "I thought... thought I told you... not to call me that..." He blushed, smiling at him, cracking a monstrous grin. "... bitch." He whimpered, rubbing his nose against Lars'. Lars smiled up at James. "I like calling you that min skat." He whispered, his own cheeks heating up in a blush. He nuzzled James slowly, wrapping his arms tighter around him. Perfect. "Don't move." He requested softly. "Yeah, I know you do." James chuckled, holding himself close to Lars, staying right where he was. He laid his head on the covers, next to Lars' and smiled, kissing at his cheek. "It's too early right?" He whispered, moving a hand to his shoulder. "No...just....I'm comfy." Lars whispered, leaning against his shoulder gently. "Don't leave tonight James?" He asked, well-aware of how pathetic he sounded. "Good, glad I'm not squishing you to death..." He grinned, rolling off to Lars' side, gently pulling out. "No worries little Larsy, I ain't going anywhere tonight." he purred. "Maybe not even tomorrow." "Don't call me Larsy or you won't last til tomorrow Hetfield." Lars growled, leaning closer and attacking James' lips. He pulled back slowly and groaned. "Damn, now I want you again. I'm too old for this shit." "You don't call me Jamie and I won't call you Larsy." He grinned, stroking Lars' chest. "I want you too." He admitted, leaning into the brief kiss before Lars pulled away. "I'm thinking I should probably get some food and then sleep." He yawned. "I'm dead on my ass. No energy." He smiled. "Spent the last of it on you." Lars giggled. He nodded, kissing James on the nose before rolling out of bed and stretching. "What do you want to eat? I will go take care of it for you." He offered, almost glowing in his happiness. "Just what ever you wanna cook." James smiled softly, airily. "Good chance I could be sleeping by the time you get here with whatever it is but, I'll try and stay awake." He grinned, climbing under the covers. "Oh, and thank you..." Deciding to go the safe route, Lars made them both sandwiches and brought them upstairs. The sight of James curled up sleeping made him grin and he walked over to the bed, put the sandwiches down on the bedside table and climbed back into bed. "Nat James." While Lars was downstairs, he rolled over and settled down into the bedding, intending to just relax, he dozed off effortlessly. What a roller coaster couple of days. Up and down... relentlessly... and now he was here. Sleeping. Safe and quiet and with a sandwich at his bedside. He woke with a sleepy grumble, rubbing his eyes when he heard Lars' little voice and felt the bed sag on the other side. "Sorry..." He grinned. "Don't apologize. The sandwiches can wait until we wake up." Lars said, scooting closer and snuggling against James again. He yawned. Fuck, he was tired now too. A damn good sleep wrapped up in James' arms sounded perfect. "I am going to go to sleep now. If you wake me up, I'll kick your ass." He mumbled. James cuddled Lars up close to him and kissed his forehead. "Ditto asshole." He chuckled. "Sleep." He purred. |
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| guitar*star | August 8, 2012, 9:14 am Post #113 |
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Frantic
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I'm so sorry it has taken me so long to post a comment! Btw, I'm really glad they have patched things up and I'm also curious about what Kirk and Chris are doing, now that they are together again! Looking forward to the next chapter!
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| LastChance | August 21, 2012, 8:03 pm Post #114 |
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Bad Seed
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I loved it! Lars and James are so cute together. But what happened with Dave? I want him back !
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| Oh Hell | August 22, 2012, 8:38 am Post #115 |
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Outlaw Torn
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@LC: thanks for the comment, glad your enjoying it. Sadly, there's no more Dave in this fic. May get a chance to edit some more of this soon.
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| Achernar | August 22, 2012, 3:11 pm Post #116 |
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I want my dragon back :c
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I' read :0 @Vic: no more dave? write a dave fic, yes, you listened me, go ಠ_ಠ, [c: thank you for keep posting this story] |
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