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| Suddenly You; Secret Santa for !JaceyNewkid! (Het/Smut) Jason/OFC - Lars/OFC | |
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| CarpeDiemBaby | December 25, 2012, 1:56 am Post #1 |
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Hello Sharni! Hope you like this story. It's a bit long, so I'll post it divided. but I had a lot of fun writing it because I know you LOVE Jason Sorry about the grammar and ortography xD Merry Christmas and enjoy it!! Suddenly You (Jason/OFC – Lars/OFC) 1986 I know all about you. Your childhood days. Your mom and dad. Your pretty face… ~ Mean Mistreated "I need to pee" Lars announced and kicked James's leg underneath the table. "Ouch!" groaned James pissed off, as he looked at Lars that was by his side, Lars's gaze spoke by itself. James understood the message, "Oh, yeah me too" "We'll come back in a sec, you can order more of that buffalo stew sandwich or another beer," Lars said. The guy nodded, "Thanks, buddy," he muttered as he saw how the two guys disappeared behind the bathroom's door. Lars walked straight to the urinal and unzipped his black tight jeans, "Fock, this feels great..." Lars blubbered as he started to pee. "Pissing feels great? Dude, it sounds like you haven't got any action in days," joked James standing by his side, doing his business too. "Shut the fock up!" spat Lars, "Maybe Missy is not the best one in the sack, but at least I have someone to fock every night." "Never mind, I already had her and I'm sure as hell that I'm not missing the big deal." "Whatever. What do you think about him?" asked Lars. "I don't know, man." James shrugged, "We have been looking for fucking days and I just can't see anybody that fits better." "Yeah, the focker is good..." whispered Lars to himself. "Alright then, he's hired" Just in that moment James turned around himself a bit and pissed on Lars's left leg. The little Dane stepped back horrified, glowering at James. "WHAT THE FOCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, DICK?" yelled Lars, trying to dry his black jeans with toilet paper, "Yuck! This is fucking gross!" James was laughing his ass off, "Thank me that I didn't have a boner!" he couldn't help it, he loved to play heavy jokes on Lars, "Chill out, dude! Now you have a reason to do your laundry" James said with a tight-lipped smile. "Damn you, Hetfield! Always doing stupid shit! Fock! Behave yourself once in a while!" Lars said irritated, then grumbled something inaudible. "Dude, why are you so mad? You have changed a lot since you broke up with... well, with that chick," not even James was able to pronounce her name since Lars forbid it. "What's the matter? It was just a fucking joke!" "Shut up! You know shit about anything!" Lars spat back, "And don't focking talk about that bitch anymore! Can we just get going? We have to tell the guy he's hired." Lars pounced on the door like a whirlwind, leaving a very confused James alone in the bathroom. James knew it had been a bad idea to bring up that chick's name, but he had expected Lars to be over her already. It was a fucking long time ago! James thought. He knew Lars for many years now, and when he broke up with that girl, and, though he had told him that it had been him who dumped her, James always wondered why was he so resented with that fucking bitch? Did the Dane still miss her? Was Lars hiding some shit from him? Nah! The little fucker could be a liar, an arrogant bastard, a fucking stinker in urgent need of a shower, but James knew that Lars wasn't able to hide things from him. They were like brothers. Right? "Fuck it," he muttered and followed him out of the bathroom. He walked with heavy steps to the table, but to his surprise, the dude was alone. No Lars anywhere. "Danish piece of shit..." he whispered, "Where the fuck is Lars?" he spat, sitting in his spot. The guy was startled by James's bad mood and rushed to answer him, almost choking with his beer, "Uh, he left" he said, coughing. "He left?" asked James, wincing at his beer, that was not so cold anymore. "He passed by my side like a hurricane and didn't even noticed me." "Fucker, I'll deal with him later..." James said and made a signal to the waitress to come to their table, "More beer?" The guy nodded, "Thanks." The waitress that approached to the table was a hottie. She had nice tits and a cute ass. Perfect. James glared at her ass, wrapped in a tight and short yellow skirt, "Hey babe, two Heineken, but make sure that are fucking cold, cause I'm fucking hot," he hissed the last words, looking straight to her bulky titties that seem to ask for James's hands to play with them. According to James's mind. "Sure, darling" she said, giving an I'll-fuck-you-later look to James. While the waitress disappeared from their view, the boy's voice snapped James back to the reality. "Wow, buddy! How do you do that?" he said, very impressed of James's skills to get chicks so fast, "I mean, she was eating you with her eyes." The poor boy didn't know how he fed James's ego with those comments, "Well, kiddo, when you're an experimented man as I am, those things are as simple as breathing," he grabbed his, almost empty, beer bottle by the neck, "A toast," he went on, "For my skills" James said amused and sipped his beer. "Cheers!" answered the guy joyfully. "Oh, shit! I almost forgot," James said, cleaning his mouth with the back of his hand, "By the way Jason, you're hired." Meanwhile... Lars parked his car in front of the Metallimansion. A massive headache made his head throb deeply. It hurt so much, that he could barely keep his eyes opened. It was a miracle that he arrived home alive, after one dangerous drive. He staggered straight to the porch, looking for the keys in his pocket in front of the white door. As he came in, he was welcomed by the smell of stale beer, weed and sex, floating in the air. The Metallimansion wasn't a clean place at all and the tons of empty beer cans that were lying on the floor spoke by themselves. "I need an aspirin..." he said to himself as he made his way up the stairs to his bedroom. Lars walked in, not even bothering to close the door, dragging his tiny body to the bed, and let himself fall on it, "Or maybe I just...need...to sleep" he slurred, and without notice, soon he fell in a deep, deep dream… "Nice place for a casual date" she cooed as we stepped into the locale. I saw her eyes surveyed the fancy french restaurant. I was feeling guilty, knowing that I was about to leave to Denmark to record another album, "Wait, I'm not buying this, what did you do?" she asked me and flipped her reddish hair back. I smiled and gently kissed her, "I just wanna spend time with you, babe" The waiter drove us to our table, that was illuminated with little white candles and shit, "La carte, monsieur," he said, giving to each of us a menu, "Would you like something to drink?" "Hmm, yeah, bring us a bottle of Dom Perignon, White Gold Jeroboam." "Good choice, monsieur. I'll be right back" "Wow, so what are we celebrating?" she asked and supported her elbows on the table, leaning towards me. "Emily, do I have to give you a reason why I wanna be alone with you? I took you here just for the hell of it," I answered, kissing her hand. "I thought you had something important to tell me, sweetie,” she exclaimed, stroking my fingers. "That's all." "Actually, there's something... I'll travel o Denmark..." I said, trying to sound natural. "I hate you," she whispered amused. “Let’s hurry over dinner and go to my apartment.” I nodded and in a heartbeat we were at her place. "Wanna a beer?" she asked, already handing me a Coors. Then she sat by my side on the couch. I put my arm around her shoulders, pulling her against me. Emily sighed, "Do you really have to leave? Why don't you record that album here?" "It's not me, babe," I found an excuse as I sipped my beer, "The record label have our asses in their hands." "I'll miss you," she whispered sadly. I raised her chin with the tip of my finger, our green eyes met. My heart melted. "I love you, Lars" she whispered softly. "I love you too, babe" A soft kiss united our lips. Warm feelings danced in my stomach. I was really in love with her. Almost one year with her made me aware of that. In time I actually thought about marrying her, but James was in charge of bringing those thoughts far away with a kick in my ass. I met her accidentally, because she was Kirk’s neighbor in El Sobrante. I was telling her about my day, but it seemed that Emily wasn't paying me any attention, she only stared at my moving lips. I noticed and licked them, just to tease her. She pushed me against the couch, and straddled me. Face to face. She started to move her hips like soft waves, rubbing herself against my groin. “Fuck.” I groaned, and put both hands on her hips, following her movements. I loved her little games, her body, her pretty face, all about her. "I'll take care of you..." she whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my back. Emily kissed my cheek, tracing her way to my mouth. I took her face and kissed her with fury, our tongues interlacing with lust. My skillful hands traveled over her body as she unzipped my jeans. Emily looked deep into my eyes and breathed, "I'll never let you go, I love you, Lars..." "I love you, Lars..." "I love you, Lars..." Her voice sounded like an endless echo. Lars woke up sweating, his heart racing inside his chest, finding himself alone in the dark of his room, still with fully clothed. He curled in a ball, hugging his pillow tightly, staring blindly at the shadows, "Focking nightmare," he scoffed, before falling asleep again. |
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| CarpeDiemBaby | December 25, 2012, 1:59 am Post #2 |
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1988 I've been lonely. I've been cold. I've been looking for a woman. To have and hold. Cause I know, yes I know I've been mistreated… ~ Mistreated Drip, drop. Lonely sound. A pouring rain fell from the dark sky, washing the city of L.A. Despite the cruel weather, the lights of all the bars and clubs tried to welcome the visitors. They worked it perfectly, because every fucking place was crowed. Everybody was in a good mood. So was he too. Jason went out from his relaxing bath. He rushed to get clothing and dry his hair. Took a look of himself in the mirror, and satisfied with what he saw, he was fucking ready to go out and have some fun. Drinks. Random chicks. The same always shit. Suddenly the phone rang. "Hello?" "Hey, it's James" "Oh, Hey dude, what's up? I was about to leave," Jason ran his fingers along his curly hair and went on, "I'm going to some bar, wanna come along?" he asked joyfully. James felt a bit guilt. When the guys went out, they almost never asked Jason if he wanted to go over. "Sorry dude, but I have bad news," James sipped his beer and continued, "The fucker, I mean, princess Lars called me, we have to go to the studio, more recording shit to do" "What?!" Jason squawked, "It's fucking Saturday James! We have been in that fucking studio the whole damn week!" "Hey asshole! Don't yell at me!" spat James and stood up from his couch, "It's not my fucking fault than Lars can't get a goddamn social life, besides I hadn't plans for today either" he crushed his empty can of beer in his hand and threw it away, "So move your silly ass to the fucking studio, see you in a hour" James hung on the phone before Jason could complain with anything else, "Fuck! Fuck them!" Jason knew he had no option. He had to move his ass down there, "Ugh! Go to the studio..." he whispered to himself, "For what? They don't even hear my ideas, they just order me to play whatever they fucking want!" His car passed along by the bright and cheerful streets. But Inside of it didn't feel so happy and full of life. Jason's mood wasn't like the others's anymore. He was pissed off. It was around 9pm and there he was. A Saturday night. Driving to the studio. No to one bar. No to one strip club. But to the studio. But, a Saturday? Really? Fuck off Lars! His pissy mood was accompanied by a dark and sad song, that was playing on the radio. 'Under the Sun' by Black Sabbath sounded as Jason rose the volume up. He was drumming his fingers on the wheel along the song when he was stopped by a semaphore. The windshield washer tried to help Jason keeping a good view of the high road, through the big raindrops, that landed strongly in his car. His throat was dry. If he was about to spend time with those unbearable men, he was going to need something to drink. Whisky? Too bitter. Vodka? Too early. Beer? I may need more than one... Jason saw a "7 - Eleven" coffee shop not so far from where he was driving. He parked his car in the parking lot, causing wildly splash water around the wheels. The strong rain made him think twice if he really wanted to go out from his car. A great cup of hot coffee would really help with his disastrous mood. Just then he noticed that he dried his hair for nothing, the rain would be in charge to spoil it as soon as he get out from his car. Fuck. Took a deep breath before get out, looking the panorama outside. The rain fell violently, making everyone go and run for a safe shelter. Jason turned off the engine, holding the keys tightly in his sweaty hands and opened the door. He got out from the car and ran as faster as he could to the door of the coffee shop. Opened the door abruptly that he didn't notice than a young lady was behind it. "OH FUCK!" she screamed. With the collision between they two, she had shed her cup of coffee mocha over her white shirt with small splashes in her brown leather jacket. Jason stayed there. Staring at her. Ashamed, "My shirt! Damn!" "Oh, I'm so sorry," he whispered shyly. Jason ran to the counter for some paper napkins and tried to help her, drying the coffee from her shirt, "I haven't saw you, I'm sorry" he rubbed a paper napkin against her stomach. Nervously. She started to feel uncomfortable and intimidated. Does he really wanted to help her, or just was taking advantage of the situation? The lady felt his hand, climbing along her tummy and pushed away instantly, "What the heck are you doing, you pervert!" Jason blushed, "What? Hey I'm just trying to help!" "I don't need your help, stay away from me!" The girl ripped the paper napkins from his hands and started to dry herself walking out from the shop. All for nothing. Outside, the rain was falling with no mercy. She didn't give a fuck about it and left. Jason sighed in defeat and went to the counter to get his coffee. After paying and all that shit that you supposed to do, he walked to the door. Prepared himself mentally to affront the stupid rain again. Opened the door and ran right to his car, protecting his cup of coffee. Quickly got inside in a heartbeat. Fucking weather. He put the black no sugar coffee in the cup holder and turned the engine on. Automatically the windshield washer started to clean the water, letting Jason see a funny happening through the window. The girl that he encountered in the shop, was not so far away from there. Next to a car under the fucking rain. Frantically looking for something, inside her purse. Yep, you guessed it: her car's keys. "That's the chick," said Jason to himself. But actually he felt a bit sorry for her. At least, he owed her a cup of coffee, right? "Well, let's deal with her again," he advanced in his car till where she was and rolled down the window of the passenger seat, "Hey, need some help?" The girl turned around to see who was the one who talked to her and saw Jason in his car, "I'm fine," she answered coldly, "I'm just looking for my keys... they are here, I'm sure.." "Did you check inside the car?" Jason asked innocently. She glowered at him. Wait. Is he implying that I'm a fucking retarded that leaves the keys inside the car? She thought. "Yes, I did. They're not there" she lied. Her obvious proud won't let her be ridiculed by an stranger guy with long hair, "What do you want? An autograph? You want me to sign you something? Because if you haven't noticed, I'm not in conditions to do so!" she spat, exasperated. "Hey, chill out! I just wanna help you," Jason tried to stay calm. Deal with her was going even more difficult than deal with the bunch of drunks that were waiting for him at the studio, "You're going to get a cold, if you stay more time under the rain," opened the passenger door, "Get in the car" he invited. The girl looked at him and then at her car. Suddenly her eyes got stuck at something that she never would imagine. There they were. Her keys. As Jason predicted, they stayed inside the car. But she would never admit it. Ever. The young lady blushed at the main thought of Jason laughing at her about her stupid lost. Cleared her throat, "Fine, but just because it's fucking raining" she got in his car and closed the door. "Here," Jason handed her his cup of coffee. She looked at it like if had been infested with worms, "Don't worry, I have no leprosy," he joked, but she wasn't having so much fun, "I mean, I haven't drank from it yet," she grabbed the cup with shaking hands. She was cold, yes. But also she was nervous. There she was. Inside a car with an stranger, all wet and edgy. Honestly, it was matter of time that she be aware that the guy beside her, was handsome, really handsome and with shiny blue eyes. "Thanks" murmured. Sipped from the cup. The lady felt how the warm and bitter liquid stroked her throat, making its way to her stomach. "Do you need a ride?" "Hmm, I already caused you some problems. I'll be fine" "Outside? Under the rain? I don't think so" "I can't go in a car with an stranger" "Well, we can fix that," he extended his hand to her, "I'm Jason" said smiling a bit, trying to be kind. She couldn't help but smiled too. Ugh! He was being goddamn cute. The weird thing, was that he seemed to have not recognized her at all. "Valentina" "That's a cool name, I guess it's spanish, right?" he asked doubtful. She smiled at his mistake. "Actually it's Italian" she corrected him. This time was him, the one who blushed, "Oh yeah, I meant that" "Yeah, right" He smiled, "Well, now that we're talking like civilized people, I wanted to apologize for the mess in the coffee shop. I screwed your shirt," Jason couldn't help to see her tits. I mean, come on! He got a hot chick next to him, in his car, and she was all wet, for the rain obviously, with a white shirt, stuck at her body like a second skin. Her nipples were drawn under it. He swallowed and banished the obscene thoughts out of his mind, "At least, let me do your laundry, I mean pay for it" Valentina nodded, "Okay" "Good, now tell me, where should I drive you?” |
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| CarpeDiemBaby | December 25, 2012, 2:02 am Post #3 |
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Meanwhile in One on One Studios... "Where the fock is he? Did you call him, didn't you?" "For the thousandth time Lars, yes, I fucking told him to come here!" spat an angry James. "Maybe he's on the way, it's Saturday, you know, traffic and stuff" commented Flemming Rasmussen, from the mixer table. "That's not a focking excuse, Kirk lives even more far away, and he's already here" said Lars. "Yeah, but he's watching TV, or taking a shit, or reading some stupid horror book, so it's like he's not here," pointed James and sipped from his beer, "Anyway, the kiddo was right, spend a fucking Saturday in the studio?... The abstinence is screwing up your mood, man" Lars frowned, "Don't focking talk about my sexual life, you focker! Maybe I'm having some time without company, but I least I don't act like a monster when I'm with a chick!" "And just what the fuck you mean with it?" "Well, well, well! What we have here? The mighty Hetfield has a sudden loss of memory" said Lars, with a malign grinning drawed in his face. "Fuck off Lars!" James squawked, obviously irritated, "I have not fucking idea what are you talking about!" "I'm sure Kristen does! Those bites and bruises that she has, are not a product of a miracle!" Lars said it all in one breath. James nearly choked with his beer. An internal wave of mixed feelings invaded his body. Anger. Shame. Nervousness. He stood up from the couch and left, slamming the door with all his might. "I think that was uncalled for" commented Flemming. Who had been in silence during the whole fight. Lars shrugged, "Somebody had to tell him" In that moment somebody opened the door. Lars had a mini heart attack. It could be James that came to beat the shit out of him. Thanks God wasn't him. Yay! Our drummer will keep his life for longer. "At last!" spat Lars. "Yeah. Hello to you too," whispered Jason as he sat on the couch, sighing heavily, "What's wrong with James?" "He had a fight with Lars" informed Flemming, writing some notes in a paper. He turned in his chair around and looked at Jason, "Where's he?" "I saw him getting into his car and leave" He shook his head in disapproval, "Good job Lars" "Hey! It's not my focking fault that he's acting like a complete dick" Jason ignored his comment and went on, "So this session is over before started" "I wouldn't say that, I bet James will come back anytime" said Flemming, getting back to his notes. "I'm starving" complained Jason, "Is Kirk around? I want one of his famous cheese burgers" asked Jason and left the room followed by Lars. "Hey Jason, what took you so long to come here?" the Dane asked him. "Oh, man, you won't believe it!" Lars snorted, "What happened? You learned how to play bass with fingers?" he joked. Jason rolled his eyes and grumbled something inaudible, "Come on! I was kidding" he said, palming the bass player's back, "What was the reason of your focking delay?" "I met a chick in a coffee shop, it's a long story, but the main thing…" Jason said gossipy tone, "She's fucking smoking hot" "Oh, really?" asked Lars, a bit interested. It wasn't normal to see Jason scoring with that kind of chicks. He almost always got the chicks that had already passed by the whole band before, "So, you focked her?" "Uh? No, man" "How's so? You're so focking slow!" scolded Lars, "You should bring her here, maybe she likes the orgies" Jason sighed, "She's different Lars, besides she's an actress" Lars froze at those last words. Just like Emily. He thought. Jason went on, "She has good tits, but she's beautiful man, I mean those green eyes and black hair..." sighed and looked at the ceiling with dreaming eyes. Lars was still there, in silence. Trying to drive away those painful memories about her. "What's her name?" suddenly he asked him. "Valentina," said Jason proudly, "Pretty name, doesn't it?" "Valentina? Is she American?" "I don't fucking know, I didn't ask her yet" "How old is she?" "Gee, I don't know it either," Jason looked at Lars that had a worried gaze upon his face, "Why so many questions?" Lars reacted, "Uh? No, nothing, just saying" he lied. They two walked looking for Kirk. But Lars's mind was miles away from there. His thought was determined to pissing him off, making him remember his past with his old love. Against his will. |
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| CarpeDiemBaby | December 25, 2012, 2:06 am Post #4 |
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The next day... Valentina drummed her fingers in the counter of the kitchen. It was almost noon and Jason was getting late. She invited him to have lunch after their accidental meeting last day. The time was passing as she examined her perfectly painted nails, when suddenly the doorbell rang. She ran to the door and stood there, for few seconds, before opened it. "Why did I just ran?" murmured to herself. Looked through the door's fisheye and sighed. It was him. Jason was holding a bottle of red wine. Even without knowing her very well, he had hit the prize. She loved red wine. Valentina dried her sweaty hands in her purple dress and opened the door, "Hi Jason" "Hey, sorry for the delay" he said grieved, "Here," handed the bottle to her, "I wasn't sure if you would like it, but I tried this one before and has a good taste" "Why thank you!" She examined the wine and smiled, "I like this one," looked at Jason that was still standing at the door, "Come in please" Valentina served the lunch that she had cooked for them. Russian salad, lamb chops with cranberry sauce, and for desert, chocolate brownie with almonds cream. The red wine that Jason bought fit perfect with the menu. While the lunch transcurred, she told him about her mom. Explaining to him how she learned to cook from her, when she was just a teen. "Wow, that was delicious!" congratulated her. "Thanks, those were all my mom's recipes" "I'm sorry for being late. Yesterday I had some hard work last night, and I went home at almost 6am for some sleep" "Oh God!" she exclaimed. Raising her eyebrows in surprise, "6am? Are you serious?" "Yeah, it sucks" "If I had known it, I had rescheduled the lunch" "Don't worry, I really wanted to come here... to see you" Jason whispered the last words. Her heart started to beat faster. Why she was feeling so comfortable around him? "I wanted see you, too" the words slipped out from her mouth before she could noticed it. Jason looked at her smiling. She blushed. Took her glass of wine to sip from it. Hiding her shame from him. "Really?" he asked amused, "How so? If I have no bad memory, till yesterday you just wanted to insult me the whole time" "Well, you ruined my shirt" "You drank my coffee..." "You gave it to me!" "Yeah, but you didn't even offered me a sip" "Ugh! You're so..." She stood up from the table, taking the dishes with her. Jason took the wine glasses and followed her till the kitchen. "I'm so what?" Jason asked, smiling big, "Cute? Smart? Handsome? Yeah, I know it" She was having so much fun with him, and decided to get into his game, "Well, yes. I think you're adorable" Valentina said and then started to wash the dishes. "Do you?" "Adorably insupportable" she said. Jason made a pout. She smiled, "I'm kidding. If I hadn't wanted you to come over here, I hadn't invited you, right?" "Good point," he smiled, "So, that means that you wanted me to come here" "Well, yes. I needed you" she whispered. "Really?" Jason asked, interested. She finished with the dishes and dried her hands with a paper towel. Valentina whirled and looked at Jason. Leaning her back on the counter, "Yeah... you know, I just moved here from El Sobrante and I live alone..." He walked slowly towards her. She swallowed. Jason put his arms in the counter, both sides of her body, so this way she could not escape. His face was so close to her that she actually could feel his breathing, "I live alone too, I know how you feel..." he leaned his face towards hers. Suddenly she put a finger in his mouth, stopping him. "Hmm… I thought that maybe I could use your help to put the decoration on" she said nervously. He gently pushed her hand aside. "We have plenty time for it later..." he whispered. She melted. He was so fucking hot. That long curly hair, blue eyes and charming smile were confusing her. He approached till be few inches from her lips and waited for her approval. Valentina wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him against her and kissed him. Jason surrounded her waist with his arms, stroking her back, up and down, softly. His breath started to get faster as well as hers did. She buried her fingers in his hair, making the kiss even more urgent. His tongue entered in her mouth and she welcomed it passionately. His left hand traveled along her back, going down, till reach her ass. Jason stroked it and squeezed. She moaned inside his mouth. "Jason... wait..." the words floated in the air, blandly. He didn't obey. The thoughts flew away from her head. All her body relaxed at his touch, like if she had been waiting for him, to undertake a trip to the unknown. Some warm feeling took form inside her, letting him know it, by a tight hug. Their lips never stopped to move in the kiss, but just then Jason broke it. Man, he needed some air, isn't he? "You're beautiful..." the words sealed the silence that enclosed the couple. Like if they were swimming in a cloud full of desire. He lifted her up and Valentina automatically wrapped her legs around his waist. Jason walked right to the living room and sat in the couch. Making Valentina sits on his lap. He fondled her thighs, tracing his way till where she could allow him. She'd let him go far. The tip of his fingers started to play with her panties under the skirt, as she cupped his face with both hands, kissing him wildly. The skillful hands left her panties, to work on the purple dress that she was wearing. He had no patience to unbutton every one of the blue pearls from her dress. Gently slid the purple garment up over her head. Exposing her half naked and helpless body before the hungry blue eyes. The black lace underwear that she was wearing made Jason get a boner in a heartbeat. She didn't want to be the only one naked and helped him to take off his jacket and did the same with his black shirt. Curls of light brown hair, gently fall in his shoulders, juxtaposed against his clear skin tone. His eyes, traveled along her body, up and down. The warm hands sent shivers to her spinal, making squirm her under his touch. Valentina leaned her head back, Jason wrapped one arm around her waist and with the other one took her by the neck, started to lick and bite softly. She took his hands away, looking right into his gaze, trying to see deeper in it. Slowly start to slide out of him, like a stealthy snake. Kneeled in the floor, in front of him, between his legs, both hands in his thighs. Her hands stroked his tight package. "Fuck" Jason groaned. "Relax..." she whispered back. Valentina unbuttoned and unzipped his black jeans. He slightly raised his hips so she could slide his pants, revealing his already bulging masculinity under his boxers. A naughty smile appeared in her pretty face, as she buried a hand underneath his underwear and took his dick. Hard. Warm. Soft. Jason let out a low groan. Her hand moved up and down slowly, teasing him. Suddenly she leaned over it and licked the warm member. She looked at him, the blue color of his eyes was replaced for the black iris that had extended because the lust and arousal. Valentina grabbed his dick and for Jason's surprise, she pushed it into her mouth in one breath, started to suck him, with a frenetic pace, then went slowly and accelerated again. He helped her holding her hair up, as she worked on him, sucking, licking and wrapping her tongue throughout his dick. "Wait..." breathed Jason, "Wait, babe" she stopped, as he helped her to stand up to then make her lay in the couch. He settled himself on top of her, gently tracing the outline of her body with his hand, from her leg to her breast. Valentina helped him taking off her bra by herself. Her tits bounced in front of Jason, like an invitation for him to go and play with them. He did it. Took one in his strong hand and started to kiss it, then licked the nipple, feeling it getting hard under his touch. She arched her back in pleasure. His hungry mouth wouldn't leave her boobs. Meanwhile his right hand started to make its way by her stomach till reach her panties. Slid a hand under it, touching the edge of her slit. She moaned and closed instinctively her legs, "Don't do that, open your legs..." he whispered with lower voice. Slowly, she parted her legs as he started to rub his fingers against her pussy. He felt her all wet and smiled to himself. Very carefully, Jason introduced a finger inside her, she gasped in surprise, pushing her body against Jason's hand. A bunch of unknown feelings seized her body and soul. Her heart began to beat faster, it was not only because the lust and pleasure that she was feeling, it was for something else. Something that, for her, was an old feeling. A feeling that she had buried years ago. For the pain that she felt, for the pain that he had caused to her, according to her memories. The thoughts about her old forgotten love were abruptly interrupted when she felt Jason grabbing her legs, lifting them up to support them on his shoulders, on either side of his head. Stroked her legs till reach her panties and with gentleness took them off, sliding them along her legs, exposing her bared pussy. Threw the panties to the floor and started to brush his dick against her wet slit. Valentina moaned loudly and held with both hands, tight at the couch, moving her hips like soft waves. Impatient and sick enough of Jason's tease. "Jason, please..." she begged. He smiled. Took his dick in his hand, and slid inside her, letting her feel every inch of his. Jason start to pump slowly, back and forth, back and forth, getting faster. Her tits danced along by the moves of his act. The silence was broken by loudly moans and low groans. They stayed like that for a moment, moving their bodies with lust. After few minutes, Jason stopped to pump. Leaned himself down, towards her, and lay by her side. Behind her. He cupped one breast in his right hand and squeezed a bit. Valentina rubbed her ass against his erection. She lifted her right leg up as he pushed his dick into her again, moving his hips frantically. Turned her head back, to see him, and he kissed her, stroking the leg that she had lifted up, tracing its way to her pussy, started to rubbing her clit with his fingers as he pumped hard inside her. "Jase, I'm coming..." Valentina gasped, "Oh fuck!" "I'll make you come babe" His skillful fingers, rubbed her pink pearl up and down. His hips left the fast movement, now his thrust were slow but harshly, she cried with every one of them, a combination of pleasure and pain invaded her body, her head hit against the couch with every shove that she received from him. He felt how she started to get tight around his dick. Valentina couldn't take it anymore. Buried her nails in his arm that was rubbing her pussy, leaving perfect drawed crescents in his skin, "Jason!" screamed his name as she felt pleasure spasms, traveling along her legs. But Jason was still pumping, he wanted to come over her too. His orgasm started to form easily with the help of her movements and pleasure moans. Jason pulled her head back by her black hair and kissed the curve of her neck. His breathing grew heavier. The blood beat hard in his dick. He moved his hip a couple more of times and with a loud groan, he freed himself. She felt the white warm creamy liquid, sticking in her pussy and splashing her legs. She put her leg down, her body was a bit sore but satisfied. Turned her body to face him and kiss him. Jason felt good. More than good. Great, even better than just great. It was awesome. He was happy, and not just because he fucked a beauty. He was happy because he was feeling something deeper for her. You may be wondering... 'How so? They just met yesterday!' Well, yes! This things happen, right? The fate works in a mysterious way. Suddenly he remembered he wasn't wearing a rubber. Fuck! "Babe," he had to control himself to be able to talk, "Are you on the pill?" he asked her, nervously. She answered trying to recover her breath, "Uh? Of course I am" Thanks God! "Wanna go to bed for some sleep?" Valentina asked with a grin in her face. "Yes, please, I need some rest" joked Jason. "You need to recover some energy" "Yeah I have to work tomorrow" "And who was talking about work?" she said naughtily. |
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| CarpeDiemBaby | December 25, 2012, 2:15 am Post #5 |
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A Week Later... "James can go to the focking hell!" spat Lars, "He didn't tell me about his stupid trip!" "It's not a trip, Lars," Flemming corrected him, "He just went to camp with Kristen" "Same shit!" "I thought he talked with you" "He never told me about his focking vacations! We're recording a focking album and the focker just decided to go on a trip and play the focking boy scout with that chick" "Calm down," said Flemming, from his chair, "We can work at something else where he won't be involved" "I wanted to record the focking vocals!" the Dane complained bitterly, "And guess what?! The focking vocalist isn't here!" Flemming rolled his eyes. Is Lars with his period or something? "Listen Lars, why don't you call Kirk or Jason? They could come over and edit their cuts" "You think Kirk is already awake?" asked Lars, walking to the phone and started to dial the number of Kirk's house, "He's not a morning person" "Neither you and it's almost 2pm, I bet he woke up already" "It's focking morning to me" The phone rang many times. Lars was about to hang it up but suddenly he heard a sweet voice in the other side of the line, "Hello?" "It's Lars, may I talk to Kirk?" "Oh, Lars, dear! What a wonderful surprise!" "Hello Mrs. Hammett, is Kirk there?" "Oh you ungrateful child, I haven't saw you in days!" commented Mrs. Hammett, ignoring Lars's question, "Oh God, you poor thing! Now with your parents in Denmark, I bet you're all skinny and starving all the time!" "I'm fine, Mrs. Hammett" said Lars in a coy tone. "Hogwash!" Kirk's mom scolded him, "I'll bake you a red velvet cake and I'll send it to you with my Kirk Lee, maybe you can share it with all your friends at the studio" "Gee, thanks ma'am, but I really need to talk with Kirk right now" "Oh, my Kirk Lee is not here, I asked him to go to buy me some ingredients for a bunch of order cakes that I have to bake" "It will take a long time?" "I don't know, he just left five minutes ago" she informed. "Focking hamster..." Lars whispered very low. "How you say?" "Uh? No, nothing," Lars said, scratching his head, "Thanks Mrs. Hammett, got to go" "Alright, take care" and with this, they both hung up the phone. Lars turned to see Flemming. "Hamster is not home" "Try with Jason" "What for? He has silly ideas, I'm still doubting about his skills as bass player" "Man, he's a great bassist, and remember he's under pressure, trying to fit in Cliff's shadow" "Don't focking dare you to talk about Cliff in front of James, he'll beat the shit out of you" "Why all that heavy atmosphere about Cliff's subject?" "What do you mean?" "I have noticed that you don't like to talk about the subject, same with James" "Man, you met Cliff, and you know how close he was with James, they were like... brothers," explained Lars, sitting in the couch, "James always was between Cliff and me, sometimes from his side, sometimes from mine. You know, James grew up alone, so he needed like an older bro, and Cliff always acted like one for him. I couldn't do that, cause I'm a only child, and I had no idea how the fock do that. I respect Cliff, as a bro because we share and live many twisted things and also as a musician, because he put the band in a high focking level with all that shit that he knew..." Lars smiled for himself, "You know, he drove me nuts with that focking metronome and not saying that he told me I have to learn to read music and shit" Flemming sipped from his cup of coffee, "Yeah, honestly, I was a bit sick about that metronome too" "Haha, I remember James and I were so tired and sick of that focking shit that one day, when Cliff was sleeping in the tour bus, we decided to hide his shit, when Cliff woke up, he was focking freak out! Cliff looked for his thing all around the bus, but I think James sold it, don't remember pretty well, anyway, Cliff was so sad and shit that Kirk went to a music store and bought another one! James and I wanted to kill the hamster and Cliff was focking smiling again" "Those are good memories. Lars, I know it's hard, but life goes on" "Yeah, but we still refuse the idea that he's gone…” he leaned back his head, looking at the ceiling, "You know, one day that James was really focking drunk, he asked me, if it was a good idea to have found a replacement for Cliff, if it was a good idea to keep going without him, you know, Led Zeppelin refused to do it when Bonham died..." Lars looked at the producer, "I wondered the same, but you know, I really wanted to do more gigs, make records and travel around the focking world, so I told him that Cliff would like to see us doing it" "And you're right, I bet he would like to see all you guys keep going with the band" "Fine! Well, stop with the sentimentality and bullshit, I have no time for it" Lars exclaimed as Flemming smiled. The drummer stood up, walked right to the phone and dialed a number. "Hello?" "Jason, it's Lars, drag your ass to the studio right now" "Why? I edited my parts last night" "We're recording more than 3 songs, you moron! Just come over here!" "Fuck, Lars, I'm in the middle of something, you know..." Lars's bitchy mood changed drastically. "Oh, with that chick that you told me?" Lars's couldn't help but feel interested about that mysterious girl. "Yes, now I have to go" said Jason from his bed, kissing Valentina's forehead, she was cuddled with him. "Hey! If you don't show up in less than an hour, you'd be focking fired!" Lars ordered him. "Alright, I'll be there" Jason said reluctantly. He hung up the phone. "Who was?" she asked, making little circles with her finger on his bare chest. "My boss," he took her hand in his, lacing their fingers, "Babe, I got to go, he want me in the studio" Till that day, Jason just told her that he was bass player in a band, and they were making a record but anyhow Valentina didn't seem too interested on that, "Are you going to spend the whole day there?" "I don't think so, maybe I'll check the edition's parts that I did yesterday," he stood up from bed, letting see to Valentina his body completely naked. She smiled. Dirty thoughts mischievously fluttered in her mind, "Wanna come?" suddenly he asked her. "It wouldn't be a problem?" she asked, standing up. "Not at all, besides I want you to meet the guys" "Alright, just let me take a shower and I'll be ready" she said walking to the bathroom, followed by Jason. "Let's get shower together," he said, she turned to see him and smiled, "I wanna save water, you know" he winked at her and spanked her ass. Meanwhile. Back in the Studio... "I think the first one is better" commented Flemming. "No way, Kirk sounded too uneven..." "That's not true, Lars!" complained Kirk from the couch. Holding his guitar, "I've been practicing a lot, James said the first take was good" "James can kiss my danish ass, I don't mind about what he said," said Lars, bitterly, "Until he returns from his stupid travel, he has no voice no vote on this!" "I would have liked to go with him, I bet it would be more fun that being here with you yelling around" "Oh shut up, Hamster," said chewing his gum loudly, "Do you think that James would have like to see you there? He just wanted to fuck Kristen in a different stage" "That chick is hot" said Flemming. "Yeah, she has nice tits, but anyway, let's finish with Kirk's takes" "By the way, where's Jason?" the curly guitarist asked. Jason parked his car and helped Valentina getting out. For some unknown reason, she started to feel anxious and nervous. He took her hand as they walked inside the hall, could hear the laughs from some persons. She swallowed as he opened the door. "Hey guys!" He waved walking in, along with Valentina. She hid a bit behind him. "Jason!" greeted Kirk smiling. Lars turned to see Jason and his green eyes stopped in the girl behind him. He froze. She froze. Valentina looked at Lars and she felt like if her heart was about to go out by her mouth. His eyes filled with anger, for all the bad memories that attacked his mind. She just wanted to disappear in that very moment. "What the fock are you doing here?!" spat Lars. "What are you talking about? You told me to come here" said Jason. "I'm not talking to you! I'm talking with the bitch behind you!" "Hey hold your tongue!" "Get the fock out of here, Emily!" "Emily?" Jason turned to see her and back to see Lars, "Her name is Valentina" "No, is not! She focking lied to you!" The tears glistened in her eyes like shiny pearls, "Lars, if I would have known that you were here, I wouldn't have come" she whispered, Jason looked at her confused. She called him Lars? She knew his name. They knew each other already. It was fucking obvious! From where? "Get out of here! I think I had told you that I don't wanted to see you ever again! I bet you're with Jason just to bother me! Did you got pregnant from him too?!" "WHAT?!" Kirk and Flemming shouted in unison. Jason glared Valentina looking for an answer. Valentina bursted into tears. She wanted to go out running, but Jason stopped her by the arm, "You're not going anywhere" he turned to Lars, "What did you mean with that pregnancy stuff?" asked Jason. "We will be outside" said Flemming, dragging Kirk out of the room. "Do you really wanna know?!" "Lars, not!" begged Valentina, or we should say Emily, "Let me tell him" "Then focking talk!" "I didn't know you two knew each other, I dated with Lars a couple of years ago..." "Date? I think we did more than just focking date!" Valentina or Emily or whatever you wanna call her, ignored to Lars and went on. "We had a long relationship, I wanted to be an actress and he was with his band, one day, when he was on tour, I figured out..." she sighed heavily, "I mean, I noticed that I was pregnant" "So you two have a kid?" asked Jason looking at the floor. "Did you ever saw me with a focking child around?! She never asked me if I wanted to keep him! She just focking aborted it without warn me or something!" exclaimed an angry Lars. "We were too young for it, Lars! Besides it would have stalled my career as an actress..." "You were so focking selfish!" "I was just 19! I was scared!" "Bullshit! You killed the kid, and with it, you killed all the feelings that I had for you!" Lars walked to the door and opened, "Jason, get rid of her or you're fired!" he ordered, got out and slammed the door behind him. The bassist sat in the couch, and buried his head in his hands. Stuck in the thoughts that attacked his mind. All happened so suddenly. He was shocked by all the things that Lars said. Valentina was in front of him, trying to control her weeping. She hated the way that Jason became acquainted about everything. She got pregnant and aborted. He thought. How much time would she hide her past from him? They just met few time ago, yes, but he had feelings for her already, and he know she did too. A part of him didn't care about all the things that happened. He wanted to be happy with her. But the other part was that maybe Lars was right. Maybe she wasn't healthy for him. Besides that Lars threatened him with taking him out of the band if he doesn't leave her. Jason just then noticed that there was a little detail was missing, "Why changed your name?" "Uh? Oh, my agent told me it would be better for my career, and since he's Italian, he chose Valentina..." "There's something else you wanna tell me?" "I'm sorry Jase, I'm really sorry. I know I made mistakes, huge mistakes, but I learned from them too, maybe Lars was right, I was selfish, I did what I did, because I knew that, having a kid would not had let me build a career as an actress... I really sorry" "It's okay..." he whispered. "I need some time, you know..." "Jason..." she called, he turned to see him, "I know Lars said that he would fire you from the band if you... well, if we continued seeing each other, but I don't wanna stop seeing you..." Jason nodded, "We'll see..." Six Months Later... "I refuse to play that song again, man!" complained James in the backstage. "You're right, it's focking long! My arms hurt like hell" agreed Lars. "But if we don't play the song, Doris would not have time to fall apart again!" Kirk shrieked. "I don't focking care about it, that shit would have fallen over my head" "In that case I vote for play it again" joked James, taking off his jeans. "Ha-ha, very funny..." said Lars bitterly, "I don't wanna play it again, period" "Me neither, when Doris falls I have no space to run over" exclaimed Jason, drying the sweat from his face. Suddenly somebody opened the door from the dressing room, "Lars, Debbie at the phone" informed his assistant. "She doesn't let you catch a break," commented James, "All that wedding shit is scary, man, she's like one of those neurotic brides" "Shut up! You better wear a tux for my wedding or you're not being the best man!" "I won't do such a thing, fucker!" "You're focking doing it!" Lars informed and walked out from the room. James sighed in defeat. "James, if you want, I could help you to pick one tuxedo" offered Kirk. "Why don't you ask Kristen for it?" asked Jason. "I don't want her to be so involved in all this shit, this could put certain weird ideas in her head... you know, I mean, come on! We all know how women behave about weddings shit, and I'm not fucking ready for that yet" "Hey, being married is not so bad" exclaimed Kirk, "Actually, it's kinda fun, Rebecca is awesome doing everything, I mean... everything" he said with a grin in his baby face. "Yeah, Kristen is awesome too, but I don't need to get married to be sure of it" James talked. Kirk shrugged and turned to Jason. "Speaking of chicks... Hey Jase, do you have a date to bring for the wedding?" "Yeah, don't worry, I'll take somebody with me" “Yep, I’m sure you will” said James smiling. Lars's Wedding Day... "Congrats dude!" said James hugging Lars, cheerfully. Then turned to the brand new bride, "Debbie, my condolences," joked in an academic tone, "This is the end of your life, being married with Lars is the worst thing that a chick can do, and you're brave for it!" "James! Don't be silly..." scolded Kristen, and slapping him on the arm. Debbie laughed, "Thanks James, it means a lot having you both here," she turned to see his husband, "By the way, I haven't see Jason in the whole ceremony" "I saw him," said Kristen, "He was on hand with a girl, I'm not sure but, I think I saw that girl before..." "Hey guys! Did you see Jason and company?" said Kirk, getting approach to the group, "He brought an old friend" In that moment, Jason walked right to them, holding hands with a girl that was wearing a pretty elegant blue dress and a big summer hat, "Hello guys!" Jason waved them, they all turned to see him. Lars noticed the chick that was with him and raised his eyebrows, "Debbie, congrats! You look awesome!" "Why thank you Jason" she said smiling. "Hey, I'm got married too, if you haven't noticed it" joked Lars. "Haha, sorry buddy, congrats" they hugged, "Now you start a new life..." Jason turned to see his date, and cleared his throat, "By the way, Debbie, this is Valentina" "Hi Valentina, nice to meet you" "Nice to meet you too, and congratulations to both of you" "Thanks..." whispered Lars. Jason and Valentina had been seeing each other after what happened months ago. They wanted to keep it as a secret, but since she started to act in more movies, it was matter of time that everybody to know about it. You know. Paparazzis. Lars had accepted it time ago, even Jason didn't knew that the drummer was aware about what he was doing, but he took a little revenge against Jason. He turned the volume down from Jason's bass cuts in the new record. He turned the volume so down, that Jason's bass was almost inaudible. Nice move Lars. When the band went on tour, Lars met Debbie. She was like perfect to him. He fell in love instantly, so did she. Well, the rest, you know it perfectly. The just married couple was dancing slowly, to the beat of 'My Cherrie Amour' from Stevie Wonder, in the dance floor. Jason and Valentina watched them from their table, "I'm glad the resentments stayed in the past" she commented. "Yeah" he nodded, seeing the couple. "And I'm glad for them, they look great together" "So are we," Jason laced his fingers with hers, holding her left hand tight, "Wanna know a secret?" he asked amused. Valentina smiled in complicity, "Sure" "I'm picturing you in a wedding dress" he whispered, as he took out a little black velvet box from his pocket. She opened her mouth in surprise, "Would you make my dream come true?" She smiled foolishly, "Jase... I hate you" said and kissed him. The End Edited by CarpeDiemBaby, December 25, 2012, 2:16 am.
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| !JaceyNewkid! | December 25, 2012, 8:06 am Post #6 |
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Holy Jesus wow!! That was very long but I enjoyed every bit of it!! That sex scene was gotta love a nice detailed Jason nude/sex scene haha and the Lars, Jason and Valentina/Emily issue added some nice drama. It was excellent thank you ![]() MERRY CHRISTMAS! |
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| Lilith | December 28, 2012, 8:50 pm Post #7 |
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Oh, Fio! I so loved this! :3 First, Jason! He is absolutely adorable, just as I imagine him! Hot, sweet and enchanting! I loved the way he introduced himself to her. xD And of course, the sex scene was delicious! Then, on the other hand, we have pissy Lars, ;_; I love to read him as a romantic contender. Loved his back story, all his feelings bottled up, the memories of her torturing him. I simply love love triangles, xD They're the best! And I love the ending, everybody happy. xD And James, ñdflkjadslfkjasd xD Such an adorable jerk, xD bwahahaha! I soooo loved you put Kristen in this, xD slapping his arm, as usual. xD Great work, Fio! I loved the mix of angst and sense of humor, just what I love to read. :3 Thank you!
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| CarpeDiemBaby | December 28, 2012, 9:43 pm Post #8 |
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@!JaceyNewkid!: I'm soooo glad you enjoyed it, Sharni!! It was a bit difficult to think about all and I wasn't sure about the smut but I'm glad you liked it :3 Thanks for your kind words! @Lilith: Alma, thanks a lot for your comment!! You know that I really appreciate all the advices that you always give to me And makes me happy that you like the story! And Kristen's appearance too :3 Btw, love love triangles too lol
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Hope you like this story. It's a bit long, so I'll post it divided.
but I had a lot of fun writing it because I know you LOVE Jason



gotta love a nice detailed Jason nude/sex scene haha and the Lars, Jason and Valentina/Emily issue added some nice drama. It was excellent thank you

Thanks for your kind words! 
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