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I'm The One Who Waits For You...; Metallica, Iron Maiden, James/OFC
Topic Started: November 24, 2009, 5:26 pm (66,501 Views)
elena
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Her uncle can't be call a human being,so it was normal what she did.Glad,that James is there for her. :) Can't wait for more! :horns2
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Wow, I just finished reading this awesome story, wow :horns2 Angel is so feisty and tough, but she's vulnerable and like a super woman, and James is tough yet tender, damn :horns: Excellent job and I can't wait to read more, wow :horns2
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Thanks girls for your comments! I love you all!













XIV. Touch too Much.




(Angel's POV)



We were in Hawaii, I don't know whose idea it was to record here, but in the four months we'd spent here, we had most of the songs of the new album done. My family enjoyed tropical weather and fun on the beach, vacation for them and work for me, but at least we were together. I just wish James was here with me, but he was touring in Europe. I knew I'd see him soon, only a few more days of listening and picking out the songs that would be included on the album and I'd be free to join my husband.

After recording all day, then taking my daughter and my mother to the airport, I felt drained, all I wanted to do was jump into bed and sleep. I walked up to my room and was just about to open the door when Chris, one of my guitar techs, appeared by me with a wide smile on his face.

“Angel, I was looking for you.” He had one of my guitar cases in his hands. “I brought your Green Envy back.”

“You fixed it already? That's great, thank you! Come in.” I opened the door, almost wincing when turn of the wrist brought more pain to my already aching forearm. “Just put it on the table.”

Chris was a young boy, with long brown wavy hair and big puppy-like green eyes. He'd been a roadie before becoming my guitar tech. He'd followed us for two years, eager to help with everything. One day Mike asked him to help take care of my guitars and Chris became his little helper.

When Mike had a family emergency, Chris took his place at the show and did a pretty good job, so I decided to officially hire him as a second tech. He was so exited, I think I saw a few tears in his eyes when I told him the news. Since that he was always around, following me everywhere, Bruce started joking about that, calling him 'Angel's boy-toy'.

I watched him carefully lay the case on the table, unconsciously rubbing my arm. It had been bothering me for the last two days and today was the worst. Maybe I should listen to my mother and find a good massage therapist to deal with this.

“Is it still hurting?” Chris looked at me with sympathy.

“Yeah... it's an old injury.. bugs me time to time, very annoying.” I answered on autopilot, busy with my thoughts.

“If you don't mind... I can try to help.”

“Knock yourself out.” I sat down on the bed and stretched my arm out to him.

He took my forearm in his hands and rubbed in small circular movements, the pain immediately started to dull down.

“If you lie down, so your muscles relaxed, it would work better.” She shyly smiled.

“Kick me if I start snoring.” I dropped back into my bed, leaving my arm stretched to the side and closed my eyes, feeling his finger slowly moving along my arm.

The phone rung and I used my free hand to answer it, pulling it off the hook.

“Hello?”

“Hi baby! How was your day?”James' voice made me smile.

“James! It was long, but I'm finally on my bed. I'm so happy to hear your voice!”

“Same here.”

“What have you been up to?”

Chris continued to massage along my arm, his finger painfully pushed in and made me wince and curse.

“Fuck! Chris... not that deep!”

“Sorry...I'll try to be more gentle.” He continued with the massage and I noticed his hands were shaking.

“Angel, who's Chris?” James' voice sounded low on the other end of the line.



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Heeeeeehehe misunderstanding!
He's rubbing her arm, James!
We promise. But even if she was, it'd make it even!
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Hooooooooooooooooooo !!!!

That should be interesting hehehehe !!!! :D :lol:
Sorry if I'm in a mocking mood hehe !!!
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Uh-oh, I spy a jealous Jaymz. :biggrin
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Hhehehehehe.. you'll see... :biggrin












(James' POV)




As soon as I heard Angel talking to some fucker named Chris my heart jumped. Wait... didn't she said she's in her bed? Her words sparked a graphic image in my mind and jealousy rose up in me with the speed of lightning, followed closely by anger. I tightened my fists, and my voice came out low and loud.

“Angel, who's Chris?”

“He is my new guitar tech... I told you about him a few months ago, remember?”

“And what is he doing in your room?” In your bed? I tried to chase the image out of my head and hold my anger in check.

“He's massaging my arm, and doing a very good job, I don't believe it, but the pain is actually gone!”

He is touching my wife's arm! Ugh... fucker you are dead! Slow and very painful death!

“So if you're busy... ” Ohh... how I want to come there and grab this dickhead Chris by the neck and shake him till it snaps.

Take a deep breath James, just breathe! You trust her... she wouldn't never do that to you. But the guy who's in your wife's room at this time of night is a different story... Guitar tech or not, he is a guy and she is beautiful woman, they are alone and you know what he's thinking, drooling over her... wishing... Fuck! My fists become tighter.

“James, do you really think I prefer anything to you? I miss you! I love you! I wish you were here with me... more than anything in the world!”

Her words calmed me down, leaving me feeling a little guilty for my outburst of jealousy. Why did I get so angry? I know she loves me and only me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Time to time I was thinking about groupies... her groupies... my wife was a beautiful woman, she was a rockstar and she had army of her own fans. I never let those thought develop fully, knowing I would drive myself crazy and what happened just a few minutes ago, proved that I was right.

I heard her saying thanks and good night to the tech. I was wishing he would get hit with a brick on his fucking head on the way to his room. I heard the door close and after a short pause Angel returned to the phone.
“I really miss you...I want you...” Her voice changed to soft and playful. “ James...What are you wearing right now?”

Needless to say all thoughts about some guy and all that I'd imagines were gone in a second. I laid down on the bed, closing my eyes with anticipation.

“Just jeans...” My lips smiled.

“Mnnnn... I love those tight jeans on you... so sexy.... outline everything... perfect fit...” She murmured back, making my jeans feel tighter. God, this woman can drive me from angry to feral with just a few simple words. I run my hand down my chest and lower to my stomach.

“I want to feel your hands on my skin.... feel your lips...” I whispered back, imagining just that and feeling increasing pressure in my jeans.

“I would stand above you on my knees... wearing just a half buttoned shirt. I would start slowly taking it off... one button at the time, letting you enjoy the view... your hands would reach to my waist... then move to my breasts... your thumbs rubbing on my nipples... making me bend closer to you.... mmnnn... you get a hold of my hips and pull me harder to your groin... arching under me... then I kiss my way through your stomach to your neck... push my breasts against your bare chest...my lips trailing kisses back down to your stomach...you feel my tongue on your skin just above your jeans.... sucking your skin... Oh... James.... you taste so good.... then I'll slid my tongue under the wast band of your pants and pull on the button with my teeth... looking into your eyes...”

My mind brought that image out and a loud moan escaped my lips. My hand slipped lower down my stomach, popping jeans button open.

“Angel.... mnn... please... more...” My second moan resonated in the phone.

“Then I'll slide down lower... and wrap my lips around your bulge... teasing you with my teeth through the fabric... pressing... biting... feeling you cock grow, pushing up, pulsating under your jeans...”

“Oh.... baby... yes...” My hips rose up, pulling the fabric over my groin tighter, my hand pressed and moved over the jeans.

“Then...I'll get a hold of your zipper with my teeth, slowly pulling it down, teasing exposed part of your flesh with my tongue...mmnn...baby...”

My mind followed her words and I felt more blood rushing to my cock. I unzipped and pushed my pants down, reaching for my rapidly growing hardness.

“Then I'll pull your pants down, lowering me face to you and flip my tongue on the tip of your cock... stroking you slowly with my hand... I'll let my tongue travel from the tip all the way to the base, sucking on the skin and pull up... then I'll lick my lips... look at you. Fuck me... Fuck me James... I want you to fuck my face... I want you to grip my hair and push me onto your dick... I want to feel you ramming into my mouth, pushing me onto you... Fuck me baby!”

Her words brought my imagination and my urge to a peak, my hand grasped my cock harder, other hand grip into the covers, hips pushed up to an image of Angel's full lips above my dick.

”Oh...baby... suck me.... let me fuck your mouth... suck me harder...”

“I'll suck you deeper in, twisting my tongue around... pulling your hips closer...”

I jerked myself faster, feeling a wave of pleasure building within my core.

“Yes... oh... fuck...” I could almost feel her lips around my cock, my hand slid lower to the base, firmly pushing back up.

“You feel my mouth tightening around your cock, sucking... my hand caressing your balls...with every movement you push my head to you and arch your hips... feeling my lips sliding up and down on your flesh...” Her voice started to become hoarse, breathing deepened. I gripped my cock harder, stroking faster, feeling every word, growling in the back of my throat.

“Yes...mnnn...Angel...”

“Harder James... fuck me harder... I want you to come... I want to taste your come... I want to swallow it all... please baby, let me have it... ” Her breathing sped up and my hand moved faster, my grip tightening further. I felt a wave of pleasure riding through my body, slashing to my groin, and I pushed down harder, sinking my head into the pillow and releasing my seed with a loud moan.

“Mnnnhhh... fuck....” I felt warmth spill over my hand and my stomach, my body clenching a few more times. “...fuck...yes...”

“Oh... James....mmnnn... James!” Her loud moan followed mine.

“Baby, I love you so much!” I breathed out, feeling the last ripples of orgasm raging through my body and hearing my wife breathing in gasps on the other side of the line.

“I love you too...that was so good...”

“It sure was...few more days and you'll be here...in my arms...I can't wait...” I really can't wait... to feel all that... mnnhh...

“You know what... fuck it... I will make everyone to finish it all tomorrow, they can hate me for staying up all night and the party could be shortened and continued on the plane! I want to see you, and two days is too long!” I heard her words and smiled.

“I was going to say I can drop everything here and fly there... but then, you'll never finish your job.. 'coz I'll never let you out of the room...”

“My plan is better! I do need to finish my work!” Angel laughed. “One day baby... just one day and we'll be together...”

I smiled and opened my eyes, reaching for a tissue to clean myself up.



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Aaaaaaaiiie! God James... even though Angel is on the other end of the phone... James...

:drool :drool :drool :drool
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OMG... phone sex with James... :drool

TOTALLY.

FUCKING.

HOT.

*dead*
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*dead*
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Whoa, that was hot :drool
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Thank you Olya !!
That was hot... damn hot. :drool :drool :drool
Keep writing. More !!
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No words :drool :drool
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Thanks girls!!!

Ok, here is more...













(Chris POV)




I was sitting on her bed, holding her arm in my hands, and all my insides were shaking while I tried my best not to show it to her. My thumbs circled along her forearm, her skin was so silky and warm. She was laying so close to me, with closed eyes and I felt myself shivering. Oh God, I wanted to kiss her so badly.

From the moment I first saw her at the show, when I was sixteen, I fantasized about her, thinking at first that this was just a crush, that it would go away, but it didn't. I couldn't stop thinking about her, I became obsessed with her.

When I turned seventeen I started following Iron Maiden on tours, doing everything I could to see her more often. I got close with some roadies, I never told anyone what kind of family I was from, so when they asked me to go get beer or water, treating me like dirt, I was laughing inside. If they only knew that this go-get-it boy that sweeps the stage could easily buy the hotel that they all were staying in. But all the money in the world couldn't buy me what I wanted. I wanted Hell Angel and this was the only way to be closer to her.

I did everything possible and impossible, learning all about the guitars, getting closer with her guitar tech Mike. I talked about guitars, I asked him questions and he finally let me help him. The first time he let me to hold one of Angel's guitars, I felt my blood boiling, her hands had touched it, I barely held my self from pressing that guitar to my body.

When Mike had a family emergency, I saw my chance, I knew the routing very well. Watching Angel's every show from side of the stage, I knew when she needed water, or a towel, when she would change guitars, what song required what sound and how she like her guitar to be handed to her, I'd learned it all.

I made sure that everything was absolutely perfect, and when at the end of the show she wrapped her towel around my neck and told me that I did good, I was in seventh heaven. When she told me that she was hiring me as a second guitar tech I almost cried, my dream to be close to her was coming true.

And now I'm here in her hotel room, on her bed, with my hands touching her arm... long two years of hard work had finally paid off.

The loud ring of the phone broke my string of thoughts. When she answered it, her face lit up with an amazing smile, and I felt wave of anger. James... fucking James Hetfield! The guy who had her to himself. What does she see in him? Why does she love him so much?

From the talks backstage between roadies, I knew that he'd cheated on her once, well, if there is one time there is always more. How could he hurt her like that? To have a woman like that as your wife, do you need anything else? I would never even look at another woman if she was mine. He didn't deserve her! My fingers pressed dipper into her arm, and she winced.

“Fuck! Chris... not that deep!”

“Sorry... I'll try to be more gentle.” My hands started to shake. Dammit! Get a grip! I heard a loud voice from the phone.

“Angel, who's Chris?”

“He is my new guitar tech... I told you about him a few months ago... remember?”

She was talking about me!

“And what is he doing in your room?”

I was enjoying my moment with her, till you interrupted.

“He's massaging my arm, and doing a very good job, I don't believe it, but the pain's is actually gone!”

Oh Angel, I can do so much more... if only you let me.

“So if you're busy... ”

Yes, we are!

“James, do you really think I prefer anything to you? I miss you! I love you! I wish you were here with me... more than anything in the world!”

Her words stabbed me right in the heart, I let her arm go, lowering my head. More than anything in the world....why? Why him? I looked back at her face, she was smiling, not even looking at me, like I didn't exist. I stood up and she lowered the phone.

“Thank you so much for the massage, Chris, you should go. I'll see you tomorrow. Good night!”

“It was nothing... I'm glad to help... Good night Angel!” I walked to the door, closing it behind me, I heard her turning the lock and pressed my back to the wall beside the door.

She loves him... she'll never let you get too close... to her you're just a second guitar tech and nothing more. I slid down to the floor, my eyes filled with tears and I wiped them with my fist.

Why did I have to fall in love with a married woman, an older woman, an amazingly beautiful, and painfully unavailable woman? Well, she is not that much older, just eight years. She didn't look a day over twenty. If I could tell her, that all my life revolves around her, that I'd do anything for her... anything, I would kill for her, I would die for her... I would.

I pushed myself up and was ready to go, when a little noise from her room got my attention. What was that? It almost sounded like a moan... is she.... ? I quickly looked around, making sure no one is watching me, and press my ear to the door.

I head her talking on the phone, the words she said made me blush. God...I couldn't believe I was hearing this.

I heard her moan again and my body answered by sending my blood to my groin. I knew that none of it was meant for my ears, but I couldn't stop listening. It was so hot...

My hand unconsciously slid to my quickly increasing bulge. Oh... God, it's so wrong! Have I become one of those creepy guys that secretly watches other people and masturbates? Sick... I should just go... I feel like a perv, but my body didn't move, hand pressed stronger to my groin and I barely held back a moan... I have to hear this... I need to hear this. This is as close as you ever get to sex with her Chris...so just enjoy it...




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Ooh... naughty, naughty Chris. :nannerwhip:

And yeah, what does Angel see in that Hetfield guy? :blink:

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