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| Frantic; James/OFC, one-shot, St Anger era | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: December 1, 2012, 8:02 am (587 Views) | |
| NothingElseMatters | December 1, 2012, 8:02 am Post #1 |
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Destination: Koolzville
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Just a smutty little one-shot that I wrote one night ![]() James was bored. He surveyed the room, gently clinking the ice cubes in his glass. Not only was he bored, but he was hot. Insanely hot. Burning in the depths of hell kind of hot. He wiped his brow. He hated these launch parties. Almost a year away from the band and it was still the same old shit. The same people. The same music. The same conversations. The same goddamn atmosphere. He shifted his weight, restless in his own skin. “Hey, dick! Come and focking socialise, man,” Lars yelled at him as he bounced past, seemingly more energetic than usual, if that was even possible. James stared down at his glass, the non-alcoholic drink seeming almost pointless now. Why come to a party if you can’t fucking drink? He ran a hand through his short blond hair, now moist with sweat. And what the FUCK was with this weather? It was after 1.00 am and it still fucking sweltering. He needed to cool off. His tight black singlet and even tighter black jeans clung to him like a second skin. He could feel droplets of sweat trickling down his chest as stealthily made his way towards the exit, his mind now focussed on finding an escape to the suffocating boredom. As he approached the doorway he spotted what seemed to be a forgotten tub of icy cold beer, partially hidden behind a huge stack of St Anger promotional materials. He immediately flicked his eyes around the room, quickly assessing his surroundings. No. It isn’t worth it. His eyes landed on the short, quiet blond across the room, her familiar figure instantly igniting a small rebellious fire within his belly. He’d done this for her. FOR HER. And for what? She still treated him like crap, despite everything he’d gone through. She was ignoring him again, fulfilling her role as Queen Fucking Hetfield, laughing with the other guests, pretending to have a great time. But he knew that the minute they left the party, she’d be the same bitch she always was. It was all a big show for her, play nice for the right people and you’ll reap the rewards. Fuck it, he thought, deftly grabbing a bottle. She’ll never know. He slipped through the door, seemingly unnoticed. He wandered the deserted hotel grounds for a while, enjoying the gentle breeze on his skin. It didn't help with the humidity, though. He was sweating like a whore in church. He chugged desperately at his beer, the bitter liquid sliding down his throat with a comforting ease. A flicker of light caught James’ attention. Fuck. Someone – probably a staff member – had appeared from the hotel bar’s back door, the glow of a cigarette highlighting the young girl’s face as she casually inhaled. She discarded the ash with an indifferent flick of her wrist, her eyes catching his as she scanned the landscaped garden before her. James watched her carefully. She again drew on her cigarette, holding his gaze. She was actually quite pretty. But he didn’t feel like talking to anyone, pretty girls included. ESPECIALLY pretty girls... He shook his head. No. It was part of the new rules, HER rules, the rules that she had laid down when she had finally taken him back. No more girls. Ever. He lowered his head as he stepped past. “Are you lost?” the girl’s voice punctuated the night air, her accent making her words seem strangely unfamiliar. “No, I’m fine, thanks.” James kept walking. “Just need some air.” The near-empty beer bottle in his hand bumped against his thigh as he walked, reminding him that he was almost out of alcohol. James paused in his stride, hesitating. “Don’t suppose you’ve got any beer in there, do you?” he motioned towards the door. The girl raised one eyebrow. “I would assume so. It is the bar.” Tendrils of smoke escaped her lips as she spoke. Smartass bitch. “Can I have one?” The girl dropped her cigarette butt to the ground, her cravings now sated. “Wait here,” she ordered, disappearing through the door. James loitered uncomfortably outside, his singlet clinging to his back in the moist night air. The girl re-appeared, a beer in each hand. “Here,” she passed James the icy cold drink and deftly whipped out a bottle opener which until now had been hidden somewhere in her jeans. She quickly snapped off the lid to James’s beer, followed by her own. She tilted her head back to draw at the neck of the bottle, James watching as a tiny droplet of sweat trickled its way down her neck and over her chest, disappearing down into her firm, round cleavage. He licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry despite the fresh beer in his hand. Now that he was standing in front of her, he could see that she really was quite beautiful. Short dark hair with big green eyes and a sweet, sensual mouth. And an amazing body. James’ eyes lingered on her t-shirt. “So.” The girl eyed him up and down coolly. “What’s your name?” James blinked, surprised. He wasn’t used to people not knowing his name. “Uh, it’s James. I’m with the band,” he nodded towards the bar. Faint music drifted towards them. “Oh.” She appeared uninterested. She lit another cigarette and inhaled deeply. “Fancy a swim?” “What?” James stared at her, confused. “A swim. You know, in the pool,” she nodded towards the in-ground pool at the other end of the garden. “Uh…I don’t have a towel,” he stuttered. I don’t have a towel? What the fuck? James felt his face turning red. He swigged at his beer to hide his embarrassment. The girl smirked, clearly amused by his awkwardness. “I’m sure I can rustle up a towel.” She began walking off. “Hurry up,” she called behind her. James began following her, his eyes watching her ass, perfectly shaped by her jeans. What the fuck was going on? He’d barely said two words to this chick – who, quite frankly, seemed like a bit of a bitch – and here he was, following her around like a fucking puppy. He was married, for fuck’s sake! That never stopped you before, a silent voice whispered. James frowned as he sauntered behind her, his mind ticking over at an impossible speed. But...Fran... He grimaced. Fucking FRAN. James’ eyes trailed across the girl’s ass in front of him. She was incredibly sexy, no doubt about it, but there was something else about her that just commanded his attention. She turned her head slightly, as if sensing his gaze. She stared at him out the corner of her eye, her tongue gently grazing the side of her mouth. Oh, Fran can go to hell... She turned and walked in front of him in silence, giving James ample opportunity to admire her tight, toned physique. He found himself imagining what it would be like to have that physique sitting on his lap, riding him, those incredible tits bouncing away as she fucked him senseless. He bit his lip, totally aroused. He quickly adjusted his jeans, his raging hard on making it uncomfortable to walk. “After you.” She held open the pool gate and gestured for him to pass through. Her gaze dropped to his crotch as he sauntered past her, his erection clearly evident through his too-tight jeans. She silently raised her eyebrow, her expression neutral. James took an awkward sip of his beer. Why was she having such an effect on him? “Pool rules. No running. No jumping. No diving. No glass.” She stood in front of him, one hand on her hip, her chin raised, a condescending tone to her voice as she quickly plucked the still half-full drink from his hands. Damn. What was her problem? James watched as she gently placed the bottle on the ground next to her own, her movements slow and deliberate. He let out a long breath of air as she slowly pulled her tshirt over her head and handed it to him, her eyes never leaving his face. James stared at the tshirt in his hands before raising his eyes to admire her tits, deliciously round and full inside her skimpy black bra. She held his eyes as she began unbuttoning her jeans. James shifted his weight, desperately aroused. “So...you’re in a band.” She said it with a slight air of contempt, as if the mere idea of talking to someone as lowly as a musician was almost too much for her to bear. She crossed her arms, the buttons on her jeans now undone to expose just a hint of lacy black underwear. James swallowed, his mind full of indecent thoughts. “Uh, yeah. Metallica.” He tore his eyes from her underwear and stared at her face, awaiting the familiar flicker of recognition once she finally made the connection. Everyone knew who Metallica were. They were a household name these days. She stared back at him blankly. “What?” She curled her lip slightly as if bemused by the band’s name. “Metallica,” James repeated, frowning. Bitch. “Heavy metal.” “Really.” Her voice dripped with disdain. She turned away from him. “I don’t like heavy metal.” James watched as she sauntered away, apparently uninterested. Fuck this. “I’ll leave you to it,” James leant down and grabbed his beer. “Thanks for the drink.” He didn’t need this kind of shit. He already had a bitch at home, why would he want to hang out with another one? He turned on his heel and began striding towards the gate. “She’ll never know, James.” The girl’s voice echoed over the pool, stopping him in his tracks. How could she know what he was thinking? He turned to face her, his heart thumping. “What makes you think - ” he stopped midsentence, lost for words as he lifted his eyes to hers. She stood directly in front of him, completely naked. She’d obviously shed the rest of her clothes the minute his back was turned. “So are you getting undressed or are you just going to stand there all night?” She tilted her head on the side as James ran his eyes up and down her body, her tanned brown skin glowing in the dim pool lights. She was perfect. Long, lean legs. Trim little waist. Amazing tits. Gorgeous face. She sauntered towards him, her expression neutral. “Hot, isn’t it?” A droplet of sweat slowly coursed its way down her chest as she stared at him, her voice barely above a whisper. She held his gaze as she drew closer, her eyes dark with...what? Lust? Anger? Desire? Revoltion? He had no fucking idea. She was completely unreadable. James gasped as she reached out towards him, her hands grazing gently across his chest. They were now only inches apart, her face tauntingly close to his, her fingers moving slowly down his waist. He smiled as she began to play with his zipper, her fingers moving deftly over his crotch. He groaned, his head tilting back as she grabbed him through the denim, squeezing him. “Take your clothes off. Now.” Her voice was low and seductive in his ear and he felt his dick grow even harder against her hand. He closed his eyes as she gently ran her tongue down the side of his neck, her lips barely grazing his skin. He stepped away from her slightly, forcing himself to open his eyes. If he was going to stop, now was the time to do it. He stared at her for a moment before he gradually lowered his gaze to her crotch. She was gently playing with herself, her fingers rubbing soft circles over her clit. He watched as she moaned softly and bit her lip, her eyes closed. She raised her other hand and gently caressed her nipple while she continued to pleasure herself, oblivious to his stares. Fucking hell. James stared at her, mesmerised. His dick throbbed against the tightness of his jeans. She stopped suddenly and opened her eyes, her hands dropping to her sides. “Enjoying the show?” she asked coolly, raising her eyebrow at him. She turned away and began heading for the pool. “Come on. Let’s swim.” James stared at her in disbelief as she made her way to the edge of the pool and, with a casual shake of her head, raised her arms above her head and dove elegantly into the water. She surfaced again a moment later, her eyes meeting his as she casually swept her hands back over her hair, brushing the wet strands from her face. “I thought I told you to take your clothes off.” She pursed her lips as she stared at him, her breasts bobbing gently in the water. She eyed him with a look of disdain, her pretty features now accentuated against her damp, dark hair. What was WITH this chick? Sex siren one moment, complete bitch the next. Despite his reservations he was still incredibly turned on. He wanted to fuck her, Fran or no Fran. He found himself quickly discarding his jeans and underwear, his manhood now on full display. He glanced around nervously in the darkness. “No one’s gonna see, James. They’re all back at the party. Trust me. She’ll never know.” He sat down on the edge of the pool, watching as she began to move though the water towards him. “The only thing you need to worry about is how hard I’m gonna make you come...” James gaped at her as she gave him a slow, seductive grin, the first hint of a smile that he’d seen all night. It changed her face completely. He drew in a breath at the beauty before him as she swam up between his legs and rested her hands on his thighs. She stared up at him as she slowly lowered her mouth to his cock, her eyes dark with lust. “Jesus...” James whispered as her lips wrapped around him. He tipped his head back, groaning. He’d missed this. The casual fuck, with no strings attached. Fucking Fran...she ruined everything... Thoughts of Fran disappeared as the girl began to suck on him gently, her hand caressing his shaft with a dextrous ease. He moaned loudly. Her mouth felt incredible. He tangled his fingers in her short dark hair, pushing her down onto his cock. She took him deeper into her mouth and her tongue suddenly became harder, faster, her lips sending shivers along his spine. He felt his orgasm build as he watched her suck him, her eyes closed, her lips deliciously full as they slid along his dick. He was going to shoot his load within minutes, he could feel it. “Hey...” he pulled his dick from her mouth. “Why should I have all the fun?” She licked her lips as he slid gracefully into the water beside her. He pulled her towards him and immediately slid his hand down her tight, smooth stomach to search gently for her pussy. She gasped as his fingers touched lightly against her clit, her hands locking onto his arms as he gently caressed her. He could tell how wet she was, despite the fact they were underwater anyway. He smiled as she closed her eyes and began moaning softly, her lips slightly parted. He leant down and gently touched his mouth against hers, aching to kiss her soft, sensual lips. She responded eagerly, her tongue searching desperately for his. He stroked her clit gently as they kissed, loving the feel of her soft skin beneath his fingers. She pushed against him, moaning. “James...” her voice was low and trembled slightly as she struggled to catch her breath. “Oh, James...” Her eyes flickered open and she stared up at him, her pupils dilated. She leaned in towards him and whispered softly in his ear. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Now.” He didn’t need any further encouragement. He pushed her against the side of the pool, grinning as she wrapped her long, lean legs around his hips. With one arm wrapped securely around her waist, he reached down and began to rub his dick against her pussy, desperate to slide every inch of himself deep inside of her. But he knew that as soon as that happened, he’d come. He was barely teetering on the edge as it was. “No, James.” The girl’s voice was firm. She reached down and grabbed his dick, squeezing it gently. “I told you to fuck me, didn’t I?” He bit his lip as she guided him inside of her. “I mean it. I want it hard...” She pushed against him, encouraging him. “Ohhhhhh....fuck....” his voice shook as he plunged deep inside of her, her loud moan of pleasure already sending him close to orgasm. He began to slide in and out of her, the feel of her pussy sending him crazy with desire. She was young, wet, tight and horny – everything that Fran wasn’t. He could barely stop himself from coming right then and there. “Fuck me, James...” the girl groaned loudly as he drove his hips against hers. “Oh James, fuck me...fuck me hard...” She began to moan with each violent thrust, her hands caressing her breasts, her head tilted back against the side of the pool. James grunted as he fucked her, a thin film of sweat forming across his moustache. His breathing increased as the tingling in his dick began to reach fever point. “That’s it...yes...fuck me...” she moaned throatily. James thrust in and out of her, his pace increasing as she whimpered softly in his ear. “Yes...oh god, yes...” James knew he couldn’t last any longer. He fucked her hard and fast, delighting in her feverish moans. Within seconds, he felt himself begin to shudder. He clenched his eyes shut, groaning as he exploded inside her. Her pussy clenched around him and he threw his head back, his cock tingling with sexual release. The water splashed around them gently as she slowly rotated her hips, her moans prolonging his already mind-blowing orgasm. “Ohhhhh....fuck.....” his voice was trembling as he slowly blinked open his eyes. Every inch of him was tingling, his heart racing madly as he struggled to gain his composure. He pulled out of her slowly, his legs shaking beneath him. The girl leant over and gently kissed him on the lips, her tongue lingering softly against his. “You should get back,” she whispered, her eyes searching his. “Your wife will be...frantic.” She smiled slyly as he widened his eyes at her in surprise. She leaned in towards his ear, her voice low. “Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tock...” Edited by NothingElseMatters, December 1, 2012, 11:31 am.
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| Verde Manzanita | December 1, 2012, 8:10 am Post #2 |
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I have no feelings in my soul, where most have passion I got a hole
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You seriously need to write more. As for the rest, Ego dixi. |
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| NothingElseMatters | December 1, 2012, 8:17 am Post #3 |
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Destination: Koolzville
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Awww thanks hun...this is one of the reasons I've been neglecting poor Lucy in Trust I Seek...damn nameless swimming girl taking all my attention away from Lucy... I'm glad you liked it!! I had fun writing it ![]() ![]() |
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| -DJ- | December 1, 2012, 8:43 am Post #4 |
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Blackened
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Well that was just asdfghjllk
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| HannahBanana | December 1, 2012, 8:28 pm Post #5 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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That was just great. You should write moar!
^^^ I completely lost it great analogy!
Edited by HannahBanana, December 1, 2012, 8:28 pm.
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| lusy_orion | December 1, 2012, 8:36 pm Post #6 |
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To live is the most rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.
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...and that is gonna kill me one day...
Edited by lusy_orion, December 1, 2012, 8:36 pm.
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| NothingElseMatters | December 1, 2012, 11:20 pm Post #7 |
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Destination: Koolzville
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Thanks ladies Fucking FRAN!!!!!! hehehe...oh poor Fran...I am so mean... ![]() Oh and I have to give credit to my brother for the "sweating like a whore in church" analogy...it's one of his favourite lines ![]() Thanks for your support girls
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| !JaceyNewkid! | December 1, 2012, 11:58 pm Post #8 |
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Outlaw Torn
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FUCKING FRAN!! ![]() Christ, tick tick tick tick tick...I'm going to go insane!! This was just...it was...I ajakakskakajakdksfjdkkajala I think I need to go for a swim now Nic, good one! |
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| CarpeDiemBaby | December 2, 2012, 4:46 pm Post #9 |
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// Sunglasses indoors.
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Damn! That was so fucking hot! Awesome!!
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| NothingElseMatters | December 2, 2012, 9:52 pm Post #10 |
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Destination: Koolzville
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Thanks girls!!! Now that James has had his little frolick in the pool it's time to get back to Lucy and Trust I Seek... ...I miss those two crazy kids
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| I_Disappear | December 3, 2012, 7:39 am Post #11 |
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Blackened
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Amazing... utterly amazing. I love that the girl remains nameless the entire time. Definitely adds some mystery to the the risque-ness of it all. Would love to see more!
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| NothingElseMatters | December 18, 2012, 8:55 am Post #12 |
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Destination: Koolzville
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Thanks hun I had fun writing this one!
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| Jamie's_Chick | December 26, 2012, 3:02 pm Post #13 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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Loved it! The risk factor, the nameless girl, the air of mystery she seemed to have around her, James' hesitation, his inner struggle...it all added to the steaminess that followed. Absolutely amazing and hot not to forget
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| NothingElseMatters | January 2, 2013, 9:27 pm Post #14 |
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Destination: Koolzville
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Aw thanks! ![]() Damn Hetfield and his sexiness...
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great analogy!



8:41 PM Jul 10