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| The gay chicken showdown; It stops being just a game when there's pride involved. Young! James/Dave | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: January 4, 2013, 10:40 am (1,217 Views) | |
| Helvette | January 4, 2013, 10:40 am Post #1 |
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Bad Seed
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First fanfic D8!! Hope it's up to the awesome of this site ;A;!! ------- Dave sat on his spot on the couch, a cocky smile on his lips. James sat on the small table in front of his partner, his blue eyes shining in defiance. "That's my spot" he started. Dave shrugged, "It hasn't been after you lost the game that first time", he said, bouncing himself on his comfy seat just to brag his trophy at the younger one, "and you haven't won it back not even once since, have you?" The living-room was empty and tranquil, the only thing breaking the silence was the sound of Cliff's bass coming from his bedroom. Not so long ago Lars rushed through the main door after he heard the ice cream truck- he didn't even liked ice cream that much, he just went to scare the shit out of the children who went to buy their sweets, which became his new hobby. After the last storm, their old tv wouldn't turn off anymore, but at least it didn't have sound either: only silent, grey pictures moving inside the screen. Dave took a glance at whatever was on the tv before returning his eyes to meet James', who looked like he was about to jump on him and beat him to a pulp at any moment. "I won't lose this time" "You always lose" James pressed his lips together until they were nothing but a tight line, glaring at his friend. No one really knew why that spot on the couch was so especial- besides being the one perfectly positioned in front of the tv, but everyone who sat on it felt it was much nicer and bouncy than the rest of the couch. Everyone wanted it, and would fight for that precious spot. James won the spot after a wrestling game, and no one dared to challenge him again. That of course, until Dave offered to play Gay Chicken for it, pushing the strings of James' pride ("Why not James? Don't tell me- you're scared! Ha, seems there's no need to play this game to know who's the chicken here!") to make him accept the game. And that's how, thanks to his lack of shame, he won the spot over (because James did chicken out mid-game, leading him to his defeat), and the several times the blonde insisted for a rematch. Just like now. James spoke again, through gritted teeth, "I will not lose this time, Dave". "Fine" Dave leaned towards his friend, resting his elbows on his knees, his smile growing wider, more devilish. "It's not like I'm losing anything anyways" James' glare intensified just a second at his friend's words before leaning as well, gripping the edge of the table to give himself more confidence as their faces grew closer. Their noses touched, and James felt the first pinch of self consciousness from his gut: he wanted to back up already. They were way too close, and Dave's breath was now tickling his lips. But hell no. Hell fucking no. This was not just a simple game anymore. After losing so many times- this was now a matter of pride. Sucking breath through his mouth to calm himself with a hiss, he kept on leaning closer, his nails scratching now the old wooden table nervously. His lips brushed against Dave's, whose eyes widened in surprise-James always used to pull away at this stage, now the ginger started getting a little uncomfortable as well, but hey, there was no fucking way he'd pull away and lose, excuse him. It stops being just a game when there's pride involved. Dave swallowed hard and pushed his lips to meet the younger man's, whose whole body stiffened in response, but didn't pull away. Well shit, Dave thought, the little dick won't back up yet and we were already this close. There was no way for James to give up now, he'd gone too far- and he could notice Dave getting awkward on his own as well. Oh, he had still a chance to win, he just had to push a little more. And so his lips moved, massaging the other's slowly, managing to relax himself in the process. But Dave wouldn't stay behind, no sir. His hands went a little up the blonde's knees, stroking softly as he returned the kiss- all to make the other much more uncomfortable than he was. James tried to push even more and opened his mouth, yet the stroking on his knees and the tender way they kissed started making James lose a little of focus, so when the ginger tilted his head and opened his mouth in return, he let out a small moan in response. That sent shivers of arousal down Dave's spine- who started losing himself in the game as well. And suddenly he wanted more. His hands went up to James' tighs, and he pushed his tongue through the the blonde's lips, a more primal feeling kicking out his pride in order to fulfill his need. But it was too sudden, too fast, and James regained his senses at the sensation of a something strange- his friend's tongue, down his throat. He pushed Dave away and tried to get away quickly in shame, just for him to stumble with the little table he was just sitting on a few moments ago and fall over, rolling on the floor to get up and look in shock at his friend, messy blond hair falling over his eyes and making him unable to see properly- yet he couldn't bring himself to push the strands of hair away because, while he had no idea how his face looked, the heat on his cheeks gave him a fair hint, and didn't want Dave to see it. A breathless Dave sat again on the couch (he didn't even notice when he stood up, what the hell?!), trying to regain his composture before James could see the effects of their little game. "What the fuck was that, Mustaine?!" panting, James sat up on the floor, pushing his hair just enough to free one blue eye and judge at his friend. Dave swallowed hard, in order to calm his breathing, and forced up a smile. "A trick", he lied. "Never thought I would use it, though". James raised his voice in anger, the realization that he just backed away again and lost, hitting him right in his pride. "You motherfucker!" And that reaction was all Dave Mustaine needed to go back to his normal asshole self, letting out a loud, genuine laugh and fixing the neck of his shirt, mockingly pretending it was a bowtie there. "I guess you just lost again, Jamie". Edited by Helvette, January 4, 2013, 10:56 am.
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| The Cosmic Gerbil | January 6, 2013, 8:11 pm Post #2 |
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Forbidden Forest Ranger
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Hehehe, that was great Naughty Dave, pretending he only kissed James to get the special seat
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| Helvette | January 7, 2013, 7:36 am Post #3 |
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Bad Seed
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AAAa thank you very much!! And yeah Dave is a very naughty shameless dude BC pff thank you very much for commenting, you're a sweetheart
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| Jules;D | January 10, 2013, 3:23 am Post #4 |
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Oooo this was so and so at the same time!! I wub eet I lol'd at Lars scaring all the kids Baby Metallica gets me everytime
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| Helvette | January 10, 2013, 7:51 am Post #5 |
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Aaaah, I'm glad you liked it! I love baby metallica so much, they're adorbs ;A; |
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| Mikey | February 4, 2017, 10:08 pm Post #6 |
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You should write more this was so Love it |
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Naughty Dave, pretending he only kissed James to get the special seat

at the same time!! I wub eet


4:27 AM Jul 11