James Hetfield X Reader - Tumblr Posts

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pairing: James Hetfield x Fem!reader

warnings: size kink, mean!James, P in V sex, fluff at the end

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your eyes rolling back in your head, you moaned loudly. james was admiring how beautiful you looked while taking his cock. "sweet, pretty girl," he chuckled. "i almost forgot how much of a slut you were baby."

whining at his words, you tried to push him away by pressing his fit stomach away from you. he grabbed your hands, pinning them against the bed above your head, with one hand. still thrusting slowly, he smirked, rubbing his right hand down your body, stopping at your nipples, gently pulling them in his wake. "james, please don't tease me."

it had been a long day between you and james both, you being a ultrasound tech, had to tell someone they had a miscarriage and james couldn't find the right lyrics for the new song on the album, you just wanted to relax but james had other ideas.

"i'll tease if i fucking want too, whore," he snarled, rubbing his hands down your stomach and to your clit, rubbing circles. he thrusted, hard. the thrust sent you over the edge, cumming so hard, you saw white.

while you were preoccupied with your amazing orgasm that james pulled from you. he was mesmerized with your stomach, he was just staring at it in awe. you, finally coming down, was confused. "what is it james?"

he just smiled, "i'll show you sweethart." with that, he thrusted hard and up, you threw your head back. he leaned up and slapped you, "i told you to look, slut."

you looked down and gasped. your stomach was bulging because of james dick, he pulled out and thrusted back in, it bulging again. "oh my god, james!" you screamed when he pushed down on the bulge and it felt euphoric. he smiled down at you, "you feel that, baby. It's all for you, only for my little sweet slut."

still pressing down, he started using your pussy as a cocksleeve, not caring if you got off again or not. you were grabbing at his hair, begging for more. "i'm g-gonna cum babydoll." he stuttered out. You clenched around him and he gave one last thrust before he came in you.

rolling off you, he pulled you close to his, kissing the top of your head. "was i too rough?" he asked, softly. you smiled up at him, shaking your head, "no, baby, it was amazing."

he smirked down at you, "so, round two in the shower?"

Oh my fucking god how am i supposed to be sane again after this

☆ 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ☆

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written 4 @bubbledtee !! i saw your concept and HAD to write about it

warnings: smut, age gaps, adult film, reader is female, degradation, manhandling

word count: 1,598

james was popular in the adult film industry. everyone always talked about how respectful he was to his co-stars and that he would always do his best to make sure you were comfortable.

 he was also rumored to make girls squirt with just his mouth alone. you were an amateur, scoring this job as sex was something you valued and considered yourself good at. you also thought doing adult film would help your confidence so you decided to give it a shot.

it was the first day you were meeting james, your partner for this scene. the fellow girls practically stared a hole through you as you walked through those doors, muttering and murmuring about what james would think of you.

it was a teacher / student scene and james had to fuck you in ways you’ve never been before. he had to be super rough with you so he decided to sit and talk to you to make you comfortable beforehand.

you saw the silver fox sitting on the sofa in the main room in the house you were shooting in. he was taking a drag from his cigar. he looked up and saw you, giving a bright smile, 

“y/n, right? i’m james, pleasure to meet you” 

he held out his hand and you gladly shook it. he was definitely super attractive for a guy his age, older guys had always been your sort of thing, and this was just adding fuel to the fire.

 “yeah.. i’m super nervous about this..” you nervously chuckled. 

“that’s understandable but i assure you, if you want me to stop at any point you have my word. promise” he gave a sweet smile.

you two talked for a few hours before you had to shoot your scene. you had already gotten so comfortable with him, and maybe even got a little flustered from his flirtatious comments about what a beautiful young woman you were. 

you went to change into what the producers/directors had given you. the casual skirt, thong and polo you usually saw in these types of pornos. you did your makeup and touched it up in the living room mirror. you noticed james in the reflection and couldn’t help but stare at him in that suit. it hugged his body just right, the shirt rolled up, showing his many tattoos and buff arms. 

you gulped nervously, flustered again as james complimented you once more.

 “5 minutes!” the cameraman yelled. 

you nervously took a deep breath, james taking notice, “remember what i said, tap me three times for me to stop doing whatever i’m doing, darlin.” you nodded in agreement, understanding him.

the scene began, and you two started off with the casual and cheesy “raise my grades” scenario. james grabbed you by the hips and started to kiss you, trailing down your neck kissing and sucking. you lightly moaned and whimpered at the sensation of his teeth against the skin of your neck. he suckled until he left hickies all over. the camera man moved to an angle so he could capture the both of you.

 james shoved you on the desk and slowly removed your panties with his teeth while on his knees. you bit your lip, staring down at the silver fox. you wanted nothing more than him to ravage you. ravage you on camera for the whole world to see. standing back up, he smacked you across your face,

 “you’ve always wanted this huh? you’re a little slut, always dressin’ like this for your teacher to see. what a gross girl you are.” 

he grabbed you by your face and told you to open wide, spitting in your mouth. he picked you up, putting you ontop his face whilst standing, eating you out. so thats how he stayed so buff at such an age.

tongue exploring your folds and your hard clit, you threw your head back in pleasure. legs already shaking from how sensitive you were, now you knew the rumors were true. this man ate you out like he was starved. the flicks of his tongue made you whimper.

animalistic growls emerging from the back of his throat, he swirled his tongue around your clit. you felt the knot begin to form in your lower half and with that, released all over his face. you began to squirt. it got all in his mouth but he didn’t care. he lapped it up like a dog. he was thirsty for you, like he needed you his entire life.

 he lifted you from his face, slamming you back down on the desk as he roughly put fingers to your clit, rubbing quickly, overstimulating you. your eyes widened and quickly rolled back, never feeling a sensation like this before. he was so rough but knew how to make it feel good. he gave your cunt a slap, sending a jolt through your body. you whimpered, earning a chuckle from him.

“get on your knees…”

 he groaned as he stroked his cock slowly. you abided, getting on your knees looking up at him with longing.

 “open that pretty mouth..”

 he chuckled as you did so, slowly pushing himself into your mouth

. “i’m gonna fuck this pretty face” he grunted,  make this makeup run..” 

you gagged in response, putting a hand to your pussy fingering yourself as he began to thrust into your mouth. he grabbed your head, holding it, thrusting in your mouth sloppily. the groans that came out of him were loud and deep. “rub that pussy for me, darlin” he thrusted a few more times before pulling out. he didn’t want to cum in your mouth—it had to be inside of you.

you got up off of your knees, getting shoved against the desk once again. he bent down to your height, whispering in your ear, “you want me to wreck this pretty little pussy, yeah?” he slowly rubbed at the spot he earlier hit, teasing your folds with his fingertips. you quickly nodded, whimpering a small “yes.”  

he roughly spread your legs, his calloused hands rubbing and running against your thighs sending a shiver down your spine. his hot breath hitching against your neck as he kissed down to your chest, grabbing one of your breasts and squeezing it. he rubbed the tip of his cock against your folds, slapping it on your clit a few times. 

you whimpered slightly earning a chuckle out of him. he slowly pushed himself into you. the adjusting to his size caused you to gasp, biting on your lip as you looked up to him with tears forming in your eyes. your makeup was already messed up from him fucking your face. once you confirmed with a smile that you adjusted to him, he wrapped a calloused hand around your throat and began squeezing as he pounded into your cunt. 

you could barely breathe from the feeling of ecstasy at this point. you needed more of him. you looked up at him with teary eyes, begging him to go harder. he smirked down at you, rubbing your clit with his thumb as he quickened his pace.

he was balls deep inside of you at this point and you enjoyed every minute of it. you could not wrap your head around how good it felt—he was the most skillful, experienced man you had ever been with. you hoped to have scenes with him in the future. no one has ever made you feel this good. 

your thoughts were interrupted by a slap across the face which made you giggle. you were practically a braindead slut at this point, the only thing being on your mind—his cock. his breathing got heavier and more intense. 

“gonna cum in this pretty pussy…you want this old man to cum inside you baby?” 

he chuckled as you whimpered in response and nodding your head. his thrusts got sloppy as he tightened his grip on your throat again. your eyes filled with tears once again. he bent down to your ear, whispering into it, 

“you’re the prettiest girl i’ve ever fucked…papa’s gonna fill you up nice and full”

your cheeks flushed pink, eyes rolling back just from his words. what he said made your cunt twitch and you loved every minute of it. you wanted nothing more than to see what it was like for him to cum inside of you. with a few more sloppy thrusts, he spilled inside of you. his cum felt warm, and this moment felt so right. cum spilling out of you and down your thighs, he placed a kiss on your lips. 

the cameras cut. james held you for a few minutes, whispering sweet nothings to you before you got yourselves washed up and showered. he stopped you on your way to your dressing room

“hope i wasnt too rough back there, you did damn good for your first time… never came that much before” he chuckled.

his words once again flustered you,  “oh really?”

he nodded in response, his hands in the pockets of his jeans, “i meant what i said to you by the way..you really are the prettiest woman i ever fucked..”

“and you’re the most handsome man i ever fucked..” you both chuckled, just staring in eachothers eyes for a moment.

there was so much tension between the two of you. that was something you couldn’t ignore. 

you two kissed then and there. he held you close, wrapping arms around you. that moment could last forever. he was such a gentle person outside of sex and you only hoped to have him to yourself.

Listening to Metallica isn’t enough—I need to fuck James hetfield.

Happy Birthday to the one and only James Alan Hetfield!

It was love at first listen when I heard Metallica for the first time and boy am I glad. 😅

Taste Test ︶꒷꒦︶ James Hetfield, Jason Newsted (18+)

Tilting your head back with little to no resistance, a shiver runs down your spine as a sharp grin imprints itself on the side of your neck.

Cold fingers twist themselves in the ends of your collected hair, the chill of heavy rings caressing the bottom half of your spine. As ecstasy runs through your veins at the feeling of another hand gripping your right upper thigh, your eyes begin to flutter shut, before bulging open at a rough yank on your scalp.

"Uh uh, keep your eyes open," James tuts out, his mouth widening as he begins to rake an incisor teasingly on your reddening skin. "You haven't had us both at once in so long, and you aren't even going to be present?"

Forcing yourself to blink through the euphoric daze, your mouth dips open into a quiet whine as a pair of firm lips trail down your stomach. Dark eyes drink in your every expression as the scent of your arousal fills the sparsely lit room.

Tongue peeking out to lap up the condensation collected on your exposed skin, Jason bites back a grin as his hand jolts up by the bucking of your hips.

"I think we should just give her what she wants, James." He begins to draw out, his free hand reaching up and dipping in between your dampened thighs. Wetness collects and darkens the color of your pale underwear in barely concealed desperation, and your legs begin to shake as his thumb delicately brushes against your pulsating clit. Want runs through you as the vampire below you shuffles closer and presses his clothed, growing erection on your lower calf.

Turning your head to the side to press the fang more insistently into the pulse point of your flowing artery, your legs begin to spread as fingers tug your underwear to the side and expose your sex.

James' tongue darts out as he roughly inhales through his mouth, his pants beginning to feel uncomfortable as he tastes your heady scent in the air. Fighting back the urge to rush and bite into your jugular, he instead presses his large hand into the bottom of your back and encourages you to lie back on his lap. A quiet moan bleeds through his sharp teeth as the pressure on his groin causes him to feel slight relief. Wanting you to begin to feel pleasure, his hands wrap around your thighs and fully exposes you to the both of them, causing you to gasp out loud.

"Please!" Is the only word you can pant out before Jason lowers himself and flattens his tongue against you. Moans flutter from his parted lips as he drinks in your taste, the vibrations against your pussy causing your thighs to instinctively close around his head.

James' gums begin to ache as he watches you get devoured, his mouth forming a gentle smile as he sees you peer up at him with teary eyes and reach down to grip his member in your trembling hand. Groaning at the rough squeeze you deliver as Jason's togue prods at your entrance, he shakily wraps his hands around your waist before lifting you up and placing you on your knees on the ground.

Jason places a placating kiss to your shoulder to reassure you as you whine out from the loss, before turning around and positioning himself in between your legs. Curls tickle your sensitive skin as he lies out beneath you, his eyes gleaming a dark red as his hair falls around his head in a halo. Before you could admire him any longer, a hand gently tilts your head up and your mouth begins to water at the sight. James' cock springs free from the confinement of his jeans and your chin juts down to take his thumb in your mouth as saliva begins to pool on your bottom lip.

"You ready for me?" He asks huskily, before sliding his wet thumb down your throat and guiding you toward him. A guttural sound grounds out of him and ricochets around the room as your pink lips wrap around his cock's head. Jolting forward from the feeling of Jason's tongue teasing your folds open again, your unprepared throat constricts around James and he curses out loud, your gag causing his balls to tighten and raise.

"That's alright, baby, just like that." James praises out as tears cling to your eyelashes, your eyes beginning to shut as the familiar taste of his musk coats your tongue. Slowly grinding down on Jason's tongue, you feel your legs begin to weaken as a middle finger begins to enter you and curl against your spot.

Pressing your tongue against the pulsing vein sliding its way down your throat in a thrust, James' fingers find their way into your hair once again and tug you closer, causing your nose to find purchase on his groin.

Heat swells in your stomach as you feel your orgasm approaching, and you swallow around his shaft before hastily pulling off. Before either James or Jason could question you, you slowly shift back and shakily hover over Jason's stomach before taking off the remainder of your clothes. Sharp exhales fan around you as they take in your scarred skin. Bite marks scatter around your breastbone and dip down into your navel, and your fingertips come up to tease the now healed skin.

"Want you to feed, since you've both been so good to me." You say in a coy tone, biting back a smile as Jason moans out beneath you.

Raising an eyebrow at the sound, James grins down at you both before humming and nodding in agreement. "Sounds good, but how about we let Jason get a bite first, since he's been such a good, good boy." Heat burns Jason's cheeks at the condescending tone, but begins to relax as you lean forward and toss your hair behind your shoulder.

"James is right, with you making me feel so good. Come and take a bite, baby, it's alright." You say in a gentle tone, tilting your head to the side enticingly and jutting your hips out to beckon James over. Feeling his now bare thighs brush against the back of your own and his swollen cockhead stroke over your beading sex, you sigh out in bliss as Jason's resolve breaks and his teeth engulf the skin you presented.

Blood slowly trails down the side of your neck as James enters you from behind, and you quickly place your fingertip into the red substance, before reaching back and offering it to your lover. Wrapping his tongue around your blood-stained digit, James grunts out in pleasure as your taste coats his mouth. Hips roughly meeting yours in a loud slap, your scream catches in your throat as Jason's fangs dig in deeper.

Before the pain could even register and cause you any discomfort, James' hand reaches around your plush waist and rubs insistently at your overstimulated clit.

Bowing over and tensing up as your orgasm plummets through you, James lets out a loud curse as you seize around him, your walls tightening around him in a vice-like grip and causing him to slam forward and cum deep inside of you.

James leans down against your back and cleans up the remaining blood that cascaded down your spine with his elongated tongue, his dick twitching inside of you from the taste. As Jason slowly retracts his fangs and laps at the wound standing out against your collarbone, his face goes beet red before he pauses entirely.

Looking down at him in worry, you quickly ask what's wrong and place a hand on his tense shoulder. Letting his head thud against the wooden floor, Jason murmurs out,

"I think I just came in my pants." Reaching back to blindly slap at James as he hunches over in laughter, you send Jason a sweet smile before bending down and giving him a tired kiss. Resting your head against his shoulder, you quietly whisper out,

"You wouldn't mind if I take off those jeans and get a taste for myself then, huh?" Shifting back and resting against his lap, a huff of laughter petals out between your swollen lips as you feel his hips buck up and his eyes widen at the oversensitivity.

Guess not. Reaching down to unbuckle the now rehardening vampire's belt, you look over your shoulder and send James a cheeky grin.

"I don't think we're done just yet."

Summon Me 🕮⛧ James Hetfield (18+)

A small chill slides down your spine as you make your way into the dormitory, eyebrows immediately beginning to furrow as you take in the smell of burnt candle wax and your eyes adjust to the darkness of the entrance of the living room. Laughter bellows out from the hallway nearest to you, and your shoulders relax at the familiar sound of your roommate and her friend.

Haphazardly kicking off your worn-out shoes, you bend down to remove your socks, before freezing in place as you take in the mess on the floor. Laid out in front of your feet and around the coffee table, is a half torn out page from an antique looking book and an empty box belonging to a Ouija board.

'I Summon Thee' is printed out and sprawled in an ancient looking text, and in a panic, you hastily stand back up before quickly making your way down the hall, carefully making sure not to touch any of the items.

Following the sounds of hushed laughter and unhurried conversation, you pause as you take in the scene of your roommate holding up a piece of a now half-charred and smoking planchette. "What the hell did you guys do?" You whisper out, the chill that welcomed you into the home now coming back full force.

Looking up at you with unconcerned amusement, your roommate playfully waves the communication device in your face, biting back a grin as you flinch in fright.

"Relax, roomie. It was just a little game to spice up Halloween night. Don't worry, we said goodbye and all!"

Squinting down at the board on the couch to the right of you, your heart leaps in your chest as you find the other part of the summoning spell tucked underneath the burnt cardboard. Shaking your head and taking a step back, you reach out to grab her wrist to push it away, but instead make contact with the planchette. Hissing out as the charred wood burns the side of your palm, you bring your hand up to your mouth and send her a glare over your elbow.

"And you saying goodbye means repeating a spell and burning half of the pieces of it?" You ask out in a muffled tone, holding back a grimace as the taste of ash and blood covers your taste buds.

Sending you a sympathetic smile, your roommate's friend lifts up a half empty bottle of alcohol, the condensation running down the glass causing him to almost drop it. "We were taking shots next to the candles and next thing you know, there's flames and the lights are flickering out."

Raising an eyebrow at the latter end of his sentence, you went to question him, before you felt a piece of something hard poke into your bottom lip. Holding your hand out in front of you, you can barely make out a piece of wood sticking out of your skin. Whispering out a curse, you quickly bend down and reach for the candle nearest to you, before turning around and shakily making your way toward the bathroom. Waving off the slightly slurred question your roommate asks about where you're going, you slowly make your way back out to the hallway as carefully as you can.

Stretching your good hand out, you squint as the wick's light seemed to dim more and more with each step you took away from the common area. A gust of wind blows up the back of your shirt as your hand makes contact with the bathroom's light switch, causing you to yelp out and almost drop the only source of light.

Reaching out to flick the switch, a relieved breath escapes you as white light surrounds the tiled walls and bleeds out into the former pitch-black hallway.

Closing your eyes to take a deep breath and catch your bearings, you try your best to ignore the pulsating pain that envelopes the better part of your now injured hand and force yourself to focus.

Opening your eyes and pushing yourself forward and toward the medicine cabinet, you go deathly still as your eyes catch a tall figure run out through the hallway and down toward your bedroom through the corner of your peripheral vision. Forcing your thoughts to stray away from the idea of it being something and anyone else other than your roommate and her company, you quickly reach for the tweezers and gauze, the exhaustion of the shift you had just worked beginning to hit you.

Once your injury was covered and the splinter was fully removed, you tiredly make your way down the now half-lit hallway, and absentmindedly toss your bedroom door open, not noticing it slowly inching to a close behind you. Grasping onto the hem of your shirt with your good hand, you lift your shirt over your head and throw it in the direction of your laundry basket. Turning around in confusion at the lack of sound your clothing usually makes as it hits the container, your eyes widen as they make contact with red irises staring right back at you.

Unable to see much due to the unknown figure making the door close on its own, fear begins to fill you before you try to make a run for it. your socked feet slide against the carpet as you try to reach out for the door handle, but to no avail. Strong hands grasp your forearms from behind and twist you around, causing your breath to catch in your chest as your back collides with the bedroom door with a muted thud.

"Most people don't run from me once I'm summoned," A voice rasps out against the shell of your ear, sounding amused. "Especially one's that smell so willing and open for me."

Biting back the offense you feel at the comment, you raise your knee and catch the unknown figure on the hip, and quickly lower yourself out of his grasp as he hunches over in shock.

Smacking your hand on the wall to make noise for your roommate to hear and to turn on a close light, you sigh in temporary relief as you're finally able to make contact with the nearest switch. A groan of pain catches your attention and your eyes snap back over to the seemingly human looking young man leaning against your door.

"What the hell are you doing here, and who the hell are you?" You grit out, heart hammering in your chest as he begins to stand back up straight. Holding onto his side, he sends a heated glare your way.

"Oh, come on. There's no need to act so coy," James grunts out, annoyance seeping in his tone as the look of fear and confusion continues to paint itself on your face. "I summon thee, on the night of Halloween, to feast upon me in the hopes of everlasting-"

"Listen, I didn't summon you. I just got back home, and.." You trail off, before the pit in your stomach grows as realization dawns on you.

"Three candles, the spell book, the incantation, and a droplet of blood. I came as soon as I scented you."

Raising your gauzed hand, you began to shake your head in disbelief. "All I did was burn my hand and open skin with a splinter, my roommate and her friend did everything else. I never summoned you; you shouldn't be here."

James forces himself to remain calm as he takes in your fearful scent, his hunger rising as his sensitive eyes rake over your bare skin.

"Summoned me or not, I still found you. I can smell your desire for change. I can smell you want to be nurtured, to be taken care of. I can smell your frustration, your hunger. It matches mine." Allowing his eyes to shift into their natural form, James hides a sharp-toothed grin as his elongated tongue runs against the back of his front teeth, his nose flaring at the spike in your scent.

"So how about we help each other out? You allow me to feed, and I'll make sure your roommate and her friend learn their lesson."

Swallowing thickly as you watch the ridges of muscle in his arms contract as he crosses them, you murmur out, "How do you feed?" Eyes glinting a murderous red and canines peeking out from behind plush, red lips, he grins out, "I thought you'd never ask."

"Well, I could start by kissing down your neck, and slowly make my way down to your breasts. I could suck my way down to your navel and wrap my tongue around your swollen, little clit. I could hold your arms above your head and tease you until you cry. I could spank your ass red and overstimulate you until the only words you can say is my name and please. Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you, darling. I'm of your use." You let out an involuntary whimper at his words and watch as he licks his lips at the sound.

Your eyes dance across his features as he stalks toward you. Large, red eyes bleed into black and a sharp tongue peeks out as you flush red at the feeling of the heat that trickles down into your gut. No matter his status or his species, he was beautiful. Blonde hair cascades down his neck and rests on his shoulders, and heavy rings adorn his long fingers. You suddenly crave the feeling of his strong hands wrapped around your throat, the same hands that pushed you against the door earlier to push you into the mattress behind you instead.

James lets out a soft, condescending sound as he takes in your now disheveled and desperate state, his right hand flitting over the mark he made earlier while gripping you. "I need your consent before I do anything with you, doll." He gravels out, the heady taste of your slick and pheromones thickening the air around him, causing him to almost pant.

Shivering as the cold of his rings starkly contrasts against his almost burning skin temperature, you for once listen to your own wants instead of thinking rationally. Looking into his dilated eyes, you nod out and plead,

"Use me. Feed from me."

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Tremors run down your legs as his tongue bares your folds open, his burning hot hands forcing you to stay still as he eats you from the inside out. Bruises and bites shine out against your skin in licked over welts, slowly turning from red to purple as he brings you closer toward your first orgasm.

Trailing your hand down the sheets to find purchase in his hair, James jolts up against your clit as your fingertips graze against his half-hidden horns.

A gasp gets caught in your throat as he raises his head and looks up at you, thoroughly dazed and with his chin damp from your cunt.

"Please, touch them again." He pleads out, the strong demeanor he had earlier long gone, now drunk off the taste of your arousal. Your cry rings out across the room and echoes eerily as he goes back down on you without waiting for an answer.

Nails gently grazing against the hard bone protruding from his head, he groans heartily into your sex, which brings you over the edge. Thighs temporarily overpowering him as you stimulate his sensitive spot, they clench around his pillowy hair as his vibrations cause your back to arch and lift from the bed. Moans spill from your lips as your hips twitch from the overstimulation, his tongue teasingly dancing over your swollen sex while you plead for him to stop.

Pushing himself back onto his knees, James sends you a playful grin as he dips his sopping fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean, maintaining eye contact with you the entire time.

You feel your pussy pulsate at the visual and your cheeks begin to redden as his line of vision trails down to your bare sex once again, his dick jumping in the confines of his jeans painfully.

"How far do you want to go, baby?" He asks you, his hand coming down to run down your bruised and shaking thigh.

Exhaustion weighs down on you heavily, but you knew that he wasn't fully satiated just yet, his hips subconsciously pressing themselves onto your calf for relief. Deciding you want to be good for him, you carefully raise a knee to lightly brush it against his straining bulge.

Closing his eyes at the contact, James lets out a hearty moan as he feels a pearl of precum stain the fabric of his boxers and seep through his jeans. You watch as he lets himself go and wraps both hands around your leg, before pistoling his hips forward and roughly dragging himself against your skin. You gently pause his hips with a palm against his clothed stomach, causing him to look down at you while you unbuckle his belt with your good hand.

"You said earlier that you're hungry, just like me," You started, before lowering your knee and spreading your legs open wider. "What if I want to feed from you too?" Looking up at him with doe eyes, you murmur out,

"I want you inside of me."

James slowly breathes out as his balls tighten and raise at your words, before pushing back and off of the bed. You watch as he removes his shirt and his pants, his entire body tight as if he were forcing himself not to orgasm at the sight of you all sprawled out.

Kneeling back onto the bed between your thighs and placing a kiss on the middle of your stomach, James stretches out and reaches for your hand, before placing it above your head.

Lips pressing against yours for the first time of the evening, it was surprisingly soft and sweet, in contrast of the way he flipped you over and ate you out earlier. Opening your mouth and allowing his elongated tongue to wrap around yours, he grins against you as he feels your feet press into the muscles of his bare ass.

"Don't worry, baby. I've got you." Reaching down to teasingly rub his cockhead against your entrance, he lets out a bellowing laugh at the whine you emit from not being filled already. Grazing a thumb across your hip in an apology, James shifts his hips forward and lets out a hiss as he slowly enters you.

Mouth gaping at the sensation of finally being filled, you raise your head and watch as his shaft disappears inside of you, his lower stomach glistening with your slick and his precum. Strings follow and connect to his stomach before he thrusts back into you entirely, the smack of each other's skin almost as loud as the groans you two let out at the same time.

"I can't go slow, I'm so sorry, baby. You feel too fucking good." James cries out, before he presses your legs up near his shoulders and grinds into you.

Reaching deeper inside of you than you thought was even possible, your jaw hangs open as you tighten around him, unable to speak as your brain begins to white out. Gently tugging your hand free from his, you instead bring it forward and grip onto one of his horns once again.

"Fuck, just let that. You're so good for me. Such a good little girl." He praises out absentmindedly, his thrusts forcing your body to slide up the sheets and nearly into the bedframe. Blinding hot pleasure numbs the bottom half of your body as his tip nudges against the lining of your cervix, and tears spring to your eyes as you begin to subspace from the overwhelming amount of stimulation.

Warmth floods into you and James' thrusts begin to slow down, and the last thing you remember before fully blacking out is a gentle kiss to your shoulder and arms wrapping around you.

"That'll be fine, it's alright." He says against the crown of your ear, before your eyes fully close.

"I'll take care of everything, baby."

⛧

Coldness seeps into the thin sheet wrapped around you and you curl into a ball, before quickly straightening your legs out as a sharp cramp fills your midsection. Wincing from the light invading your once dark room, you push your hair out of the way as you look down at the unfamiliar shirt that covered you down to the end of your thighs.

Running your hand over the fabric, you begin to smile as you remember the night before. Lifting the sheet off of your legs, you let out a gasp as your widened eyes take in the multitude of bruises and hickeys that are embedded in your skin.

Cheeks burning up in mortification, your eyes quickly glance around your room for the pants you wore the night prior, before pausing on a crumpled-up piece of paper that laid out haphazardly on the bottom of your unmade bed.

Grimacing from the strain it took to reach it, a small smile grows on your swollen lips as you unfold the paper and read the message written under the spell that started it all.

'Good morning, baby. I had to leave before you woke up because I got summoned again. Turns out after a good lay, even a demon can oversleep. I left a surprise for your roommate, so make sure you don't head to the kitchen before she does. Say this incantation if you want to see me again. I hope I get to taste hear from you soon. Love, James.'

A wide grin stays on your face as your head hits the pillows beneath you and you rest the paper against your chest.

Pausing as footsteps echo and go down into the kitchen, your shoulders shake with silent laughter as your roommates' screams fill the entirety of the home.

"What the fuck!"

Deprivation 👐 James Hetfield (18+)

Taking in unsteady, small breaths, you watch as James' eyes ablaze in the barely lit hotel room. Heat pulsates and tightens in your gut as his eyes seem to refuse to look anywhere else other than your trembling form. The small amount of relief you feel at the blatant look of desire and desperation painted on his face dies down as soon as it almost begins, as his expression soon turns into a predatory grin.

Reaching down to remove one of his heavy boots, his grin turns into a smirk as he watches you flinch at the sound of the heel smacking against the tiled floor.

"No need to look so nervous, doll," James muses out, his tone on the edge of becoming condescending. "This is what you wanted, right? You wanted me to be so hard for you, damn near begging to be inside of you? Walk into this hotel room and take you as soon as I see you in that skimpy outfit?" Eyes trailing down the lace that adorns your hips, he forces himself to look unaffected, even as his cock thrums impatiently against the zipper of his jeans.

Your thighs subconsciously rub together for friction as you watch him rest against the worn-out wall of the room, the garter belt on your left thigh sliding down and causing the side of your bikini line to become exposed from the movement. Shivering at the chill that makes its way up to your now glistening and wet sex, you go to slam your legs shut, but halt to a stop as James raises his hand.

"Keep them wide open. Want your pussy to be looking right back at me." Your cheeks redden as you hesitantly follow his command. Watching as you lean back against the shoulder-high dresser and spread your long legs along the ridges of wood, James bites back a groan as the material of your lingerie begins to dampen around the middle.

Letting out a gasp as the lace rubs against your sensitive clit, you send a watery glare his way as your bottom half begins to shake from the exertion. "You want me to beg, is that it?" You breathe out, the frustration you felt soon bleeding into need as you feel your slick begin to bead through the fabric. "You want me to beg you to breed me, like you usually do? Push me down into the covers and spank my ass red? Grab my waist and pull me back onto you while you thrust into me?" The breathiness in your voice turns into a plea as you begin to feel emotional. "Can't you see how much I need you too?"

"On your knees," James orders gently, his resolve breaking as he watches tears spring to your eyes. You refuse to break eye contact as you feel your knees give out beneath you and connect to the cold floor, tears collecting across your bottom eyelashes as your eyes follow James making his way over to you.

Letting out a placating huff, James' tongue dips out to run against his bitten lip as his hand cups your chin. "You're just a needy little thing, aren't you? A few weeks without your man's cock and I've got you crying without even touching you. So deprived," Running his thumb down the side of your neck, his hunger returns as he feels your abnormal heartrate thunder against his calloused skin. "How about I give you a little taste?"

Feeling you nod against his palm as you peer up at him through a blown-out gaze, he delicately parts your mouth open with his fingers and curses out quietly as your tongue automatically wraps itself around his digits.

Teasingly grazing his middle and ring fingers with your teeth, your pussy walls clench as you feel his dick jump against the skin of your forearm. Unable to hold back the desperation you felt with wanting to be filled, you raise a shaky hand and place it on his zipper, jolting your head forward and allowing his fingers to slide back to the beginning of your throat. Moan echoing around the room involuntarily, James' eyes flutter shut at the pressure, before reopening in a glare. Gritting his teeth at the disobedience, James quickly yanks his digits out of your mouth, the spit strands collecting in between his fingers now dripping down and landing on his jeans.

Before you were even able to mourn the loss of the heaviness of his fingers on your hungry tongue, a soaked palm was pressed against your neck and holding you in place. Euphoria ran through you as the familiar and moderate pressure was applied, and your eyesight becomes slightly blurred as James yanks you forward. Using his free hand to haphazardly unbuckle his belt and tug down his pants, he tightens his grip against your windpipe until your eyes nearly cross in bliss and you're gasping out for a breath.

You let out a half-attempted whine as his hand loosens its grip and travels its way to the back of your nape, before clamping down in your unruly locks in a fist.

"Since you can't even suck on my fingers without getting distracted and disobeying me, how about I give you something bigger instead?" Swallowing thickly at his demeaning tone, you watch him encircle his red-tipped cock in his hand, before shifting closer and smacking the head against your cheek. You feel your wetness begin to glide down the smooth skin of your calf as a smear of precum creates a line from your cheekbone, down to your swollen bottom lip. James watches in satisfaction as your lips part on their own without question, and slowly wrap themselves around the base of his dick.

"Tap three times if you need me to stop, alright, baby?" James asks, a smile fighting its way on his face as you squeeze his leg in confirmation. "Good girl."

The grip in your hair tightens as his fist pushes your head down, causing your throat to constrict in shock from the invasion. Tears stream down your cheeks as his balls slap against your chin in a steady rhythm, and your nose brushes against the light layer of hair on his groin every time he pauses and allows you to deepthroat. Releasing your locks and instead loosely wrapping his hand against your throat once again, James feels his ballsack begin to tighten and raise as the added pressure begins to push him closer to his release. Opening his mouth and letting out a low pitched mewl, his thighs bracket you in as his cum begins to roll down your tongue and into your abused throat.

Hissing out in overstimulation as you swallow around him to fully ingest his seed, James slowly exits your mouth and gently guides you to your feet as you lick your lips clean.

Unable to resist the temptation of wanting to taste himself on your tongue, James tips your chin up and bends down to envelop you in a deep kiss. Musk and bitterness cover his tastebuds as he dances his way into your willing mouth, and saliva drips down your chin is a messy tandem as he pulls away. Letting out an amused laugh as you chase his mouth with closed eyes, James instead wraps an arm around your waist and lifts you up with ease.

Eyes opening up wide, you let out a squeal as you're tossed onto the bed and climbed onto. Sending you a playful smirk as your back arches up to help him remove the lingerie from your sweat clad skin, James places a delicate kiss on your reddening kneecaps before pushing himself back on his calves.

"So, what were you saying about me breeding you?" He asks you in a casual tone, causing you to flush. Grinning to himself, James slowly caresses his fingertips down to your swollen clit, before roughly pressing his thumb into the sensitive flesh. Jolting up and moaning loudly from the sensation, you try to buck your hips away, but quickly get held down instead.

"When I ask you a question," James begins, placing both of his palms on your trembling thighs and opening them wide. Sliding himself further down on the bed, he rests his chin on the inner part of your right calf, before brushing his thumb against your clit in a newfound, quick pattern. "You answer."

"Want you to fill me up." You stutter out as you feel yourself pulsate and quiver, a fresh line of slick running down your puffy entrance.

Humming out in an answer, James runs his fingers through your folds and stops right before where he knows you want him to be. "Right here?" Shaking your head, you murmur out a no.

"How about right here?" Clicking your tongue to the roof of your mouth in exasperation, you lift yourself onto your elbows, before flying back and digging your nails into the sheets as James chuckles against your hole.

Licking a large stripe up to your clit and budding against it with the tip of his tongue, James lets out a moan as your nails find purchase in his scalp instead. Index finger slowly making its way inside of you, you let out a wail as the pad of his soaking wet fingertip makes contact with your sponge-like spot repeatedly. Abandoning your clit to instead slide his tongue inside of you with his finger, James eats into you with fervor as he feels you begin to spasm around him and lock his head in between your thighs.

Pressing his face down into your cunt and lifting your legs to ride him as best as you can, as his free hand presses down on your stomach, your abdomen tenses as you feel a gush of your release cover your boyfriend down to his wrist and his neck.

Letting your head fall back onto the pillows beside you, you slowly unlock your legs from around James' head and watch as he slides his tongue down his wrist. Lapping up the remainder of your cum and running his thumb down his neck to check for any residual, your boyfriend sits up as he stares down at your disheveled appearance.

Running his palms down your still shaking legs to comfort you, James sends you a sheepish grin, causing you to raise an eyebrow. Before you could ask him what was wrong, you felt a familiar hardness press against you.

"Seriously?" You ask out in disbelief, but grin to yourself, pleased at the fact that with you, he was insatiable.

Shifting his hips forward and moaning out as his cockhead brushes against your entrance, his eyes look down at you with undisguised desperation.

"You aren't still too sensitive, are you?" He asks you in a soft tone, before closing his eyes in relief as you shake your head and guide him inside of your tight, welcoming heat.

Groaning out in unison as he fills you to the hilt, you look up at your boyfriend; eyes squeezed shut, slick with sweat, long hair sticking to his neck and cascading down his shoulders, nails gripping into your already bruising waist as he fucks into you with reckless abandon, his hips roughly making contact with yours.

Gripping onto his shoulders and wrapping your legs around his waist as he thrusts you up the mattress and against the hotel bedroom's headboard; you realize that maybe, just maybe, you weren't the only one who was feeling deprived.

Sunny Side Up 🍳 James Hetfield (18+)

Using the knife to slide the remainder of the now chopped onions to the unoccupied side of the cutting board, you bite back a grin as you hear the familiar sound of shuffling feet make their way down the short hallway and pause behind you in the kitchen.

Rough, calloused palms find purchase on your bare thighs as you subtly inch your way backward and fully into his grasp, your hair brushing against the soft cotton of your boyfriend's sleepshirt.

"Remind me why I needed to get up so early again?" James asks out tiredly, his eyes squinting against the bright glare emanating off the side of the spatula, that rested against the now heated up pan in front of you.

"Because Cliff said he'll wring you in a new one if you're late again." You answer, the amusement clear in your voice as you rub the side of your cheek against his clothed collarbone.

Humming out and resting his head on top of yours, James smiles groggily as his fingers tug on the bottom hem of the t-shirt adorning your body. "And I'm supposed to be getting ready for rehearsal, meanwhile, you're out here in one of my shirts that barely covers your ass?"

A blush makes its way to your cheeks as you feel one of his hands release the side of your shirt and come up to caress the swell of your bottom.

"Doesn't seem that fair to me, now does it?" James rasps, as his thumb makes its way under the cotton and against your goosebump-ridden flesh. You let out a shuddering breath as the coolness of his rings dig into the sensitive skin of your hip, before jumping at the sound of the oil on the stove beginning to pop.

Reaching forward to quickly turn off the stove and remove the pan from the red-hot burner, you let out a yelp as your hips are yanked back and pressed flush against his. "How about you help wake me up real quick then, hm?" James asks as his morning wood pulses against your lower back in interest, and you gasp out from the feeling.

"I don't think that's such a good idea, baby. Kirk is just down the hall in the other room." You murmur out, before your lips gape open as his hand abandons your ass and cups your clothed sex instead.

"You know that man can sleep through the dead. Besides, you're telling me you don't want this? I can feel you getting wet. You're always so ready for me to spread you wide." Heat pools in your gut as your boyfriend's index finger glides against the now dampened material covering you, and you whimper out as he thrusts against your ass.

"I don't know if I can keep quiet." You whisper out against a moan, your legs starting to feel unsteady as his finger begins to tease your clit in a repetitive motion.

"I don't need you to be quiet, doll. I need you to let me take you against this counter and make you cum, fill you up with my seed. Need to feel those tight pussy walls sucking me in again before I go."

Clenching your thighs together as you feel yourself slicken with more arousal, you shakily nod your head and readily reach forward for the counter, your eyes closing in ecstasy at the stimulation.

Hastily pulling your soaked underwear down and gripping the cotton in a tight fist to the side, James groans out loud as you prop yourself up and arch your spine enticingly. Bending down to kick off his briefs and tug his shirt over his head, James lets his instincts take over as his mind glazes over with lust at the sight before him.

A chill runs down your spine as you feel your boyfriend's hand graze against your pert ass, before it raises and smacks against the bare skin, causing you to cry out loudly in the quiet apartment.

"Please, James. Don't make me wait." You plead out, the chill in the room causing the line of slick running down your thigh to cling and solidify. James licks his lips in hunger as he watches the handprint slowly appear on your reddening skin, before grabbing his hardened dick and aligning his hips to yours and thrusting forward. You both shakily exhale in unison as his cockhead rubs against your sopping clit, and you reach down to graze your thumb against it.

"Think I'm still nice and stretched out from last night, baby. Don't even have to finger me this time." You say into the frenzied air, your gut twisting as the hand gripping your waist tightens and you hear James curse out from behind you.

"Yeah? Think I can just slide into you and breed you full, nice and easy?" Pussy fluttering emptily and clit pulsating from his words alone, you gasp out a yes, before raising your hips and guiding his throbbing dick down to your entrance.

James lets out a sigh as he sinks into you, his balls raising and tightening as his cockhead rests against the opening of your cervix. Gritting his teeth as he feels your walls tighten around him, he forces himself not to move as your shoulders tense up below him.

"I think I'm gonna come." You cry out, embarrassment flooding you as your spine begins to straighten from the force it takes to hold your orgasm back.

James lets out a disbelieving laugh as he playfully shifts his hips forward, before grunting loudly as you spasm around him erratically. Slick-lines connect his hips to your behind as you tremor through your first release, your jaw clicking as it opens harshly and wide.

James clenches his eyes shut in restraint as he feels your cum drip down his ballsack and onto the tiled floor beneath him.

"Please, doll. Let me move, I'm fucking going crazy back here. Need to fuck you loose." He begs, causing you to flutter around him in agreeance, even though you were already on the edge of overstimulation.

"Fuck me nice and loose then, baby boy. Make me sore." You whine, before grasping onto the granite and screaming out as your hips are jostled forward with his newfound vigor.

Your vision begins to swim and white out as your boyfriend slams into you from behind, his grip on the shirt you wore now gone, causing the fabric to become soaked with your slick and his precum, as it pools around the front of your thighs and around his groin.

James tuts as holds you in place, your hips trying to push themselves away as he continuously finds your sponge-like gspot. "Nuh-uh, princess. Don't try and run from me. Fucking take it like you said you would." Moans tumble and spill out from in between his spit-slick lips as he fucks himself into you with reckless abandon and desperation, his abdomen clenching with the exertion.

Folding himself over you and reaching down to find your clit, James lets out a harsh breath and grazes his teeth against your neck as you constrict against him once again.

"Need you to cum for me one more time, sweetheart. Want you to soak this cock and help me fill this loose hole for me. Can you do that?" Heating up at the breathy and condescending tone of his voice, you go to answer, but seize up as his index and middle fingers harshly rub at your swollen sex.

"Too much, it's too much." Your scream out, your legs giving away as you tighten so much around James, he has to slow down.

Encircling his arms around you, James securely holds you up in place as he slowly begins to find his pace once again.

"You're doing so good for me, baby. So, fucking good. Just give me one more." He whispers out against your neck placatingly, stomach beginning to tighten as he feels his orgasm approaching.

Head lolling forward and pussy walls contracting once again, you allow yourself to fully let go as your orgasm punches its way through you. Unable to make any sound from the force of it, you instead go limp in your boyfriend's arms and allow him to use you.

"Gonna breed you so well, baby. You're gonna swell from it, taking me like a good girl." James tightens his arms around you as he harshly slaps his hips against yours, before freezing in place. Euphoric bliss sweeps through him as his ballsack jostles upward and he fills you to the brim with his seed.

Shakily placing you back onto the ground, he carefully turns you around and bends down to place a delicate kiss to your swollen and bitten lips.

"Still with me, angel?" He asks you gently, his eyes taking in your flushed skin and gone expression.

Nodding numbly and wrapping your arms around his neck for stability, your lips stretch into an exhausted smile as he rubs gentle circles into your now sore, lower back.

"How about I make some breakfast for you instead, yeah? How do you want your eggs?" James murmurs to you as he lowers you into the nearest kitchen chair.

"Sunny side up, please." You answer him shakily, before you pause as a door opens at the end of the hall.

James' eyes widen and his lips split into a grin as his roommate and bandmate comes into view, his curls an arrayed mess and pressed against his indented forehead.

"What the hell was all of that noise?" Kirk asks, blindly making his way to sit beside you. Tensing your legs as you feel cum slowly seep out from inside of you and pool around your still shaking thighs, you instead opt out of answering and close your eyes in mortification.

Turning around to place the pan back onto the burner and turn on the stove, James huffs out a laugh under his breath and readjusts his shirt back into place.

"No idea what you're talking about, man. Anyway, how do you want your eggs?" Peeking over his shoulder, he sends you a cheeky glance. "Sunny side up?"

Missus Eat Pavement ⭒ James Hetfield (18+)

Part One

Part Two

Your heartbeat ricochets through your chest and against your ribcage as you take in the unfamiliar setting around you, anxiety caging you in as the barricade surrounding the stage digs into your navel and the shoves against your back almost pull you over it.

Behind you, you can almost hear your friend's call out to you as they're pushed farther back into the crowd and near the pit, but you couldn't be too sure. The bright lights that were once filling the first half of the outside arena, dim to a low and almost translucent yellow as music abruptly begins and quickly ascends into a fast and rhythmic beat. Cheers ring out and reverberate harshly against your eardrums, causing you to wince and almost cover them in shock from the sudden onslaught of sound.

Your hands shake as your eyes are forced to readjust to the low glare coming from the propelling lights that shuffle across the stage, your palms damp from the iron-clad grip you have against the unsteady metal in front of you.

Through your peripheral vision, as you look around in panic as the pressure and weight against your back begins to lift your feet from the ground, you see a head of curly, dirty blonde hair settle into place on stage, not even twenty feet away from you.

Bright blue eyes sweep over the first few rows of screaming fans and an excited smirk begins to adorn his lips, before his eyes widen as you come into view, your face pale with dread as your knee buckles over the barricade and gravity remorselessly plummets you forward.

A yell from the stage bleeds over the loud thrum of music, as your palms fly forward to try to stop the uncomfortable landing on the concrete beneath you, but to no avail. Uneven gravel makes harsh contact with your bare skin, causing red to bubble up and cascade down your fingertips and shins.

Crying out from the sting and the harsh impact, you shut your eyes in pain, and you gasp in a deep breath, oblivious to the sudden halt of music and the silence now weighing down around you.

Your stomach churns as you shakily lift your upper half and lean back to sit on the heels of your shoed feet, wincing as small pieces of gravel dig into your injuries from the movement. Tears spring to your eyes as you look down in shock at the now raw and scuffed skin on your hands and wrists, and you jolt up at the frantic sound of multiple sets of feet hastily making their way over to you, your anxiety accelerating as voices from the crowd behind you begin to pick up once again.

"You're no use now, man. Just like you weren't when she fell. Might as well go back anyway." A mellow voice condescendingly drawls out, causing you to look over and make eye contact with a young man in a no-sleeve, skull printed t-shirt. The annoyed expression on his face ceases as he takes in your tear-stained cheeks. Wincing and letting out a low whistle as he looks down at the matting mess on your legs and lower parts of your arms, he hesitantly offers you a palm and sends you a gentle smile when you slowly accept, his hand wrapping around one of your elbows.

"Do you know who I am?" He asks out over the background noise, letting out a hum of amusement as you shake your head no. "Well, that's alright, babe. My name's Kirk, and I'm gonna take you backstage so someone on our team can help you get all nice and cleaned up. We'll come and check up on you after."

Shaking your head and wincing at the rush that comes along with it, you lean on his shoulder as he guides you into a standing position, uncharacteristically at ease with him beside you. "I don't want to be a bother. I'm sure it just looks worse than it actually is." You murmur, trying to keep your own worry out of your tone. Refusing to look back down at the blood in fear of feeling dizzy once again, you instead glance up at the other members on stage. Your eyes widen, surprise flooding through you as you realize that the show was stopped for your well-being.

A man with a pair of drumsticks squats down in front of his set, his face impassive as he wields his bangs back into a worn-out headband, his eyes hardening as he stares behind you at the security. Another man with wild, curly dark hair that's slightly shaved on both sides, sits on the edge of the stage, his bass resting against his thigh as he tries to quiet down the crowd with his raised hands. He sends you an apologetic grin as the crowd seems to get louder instead. Kirks speaks up before you can assess the rest of the members, catching your attention once again.

"I'd say we've bothered you instead, seeing as to how well you're doing at one of our own concerts." Kirk muses, his sharp teeth shaping into an easy going and charming grin. Wrapping an arm around your waist and mindfully placing one of your own around his shoulders, he lets out a playful huff as he straightens you both up and begins to walk carefully.

Smiling despite the amount of pain you feel, your anxiety begins to slowly ease as you're guided away from the unrelenting crowd, and toward a long hallway with a multitude of doors. Momentarily pausing mid-limp, a chill runs through you as you feel a set of heavy eyes staring at your retreating figure. Looking over your shoulder, you freeze as your eyes make contact with the blonde-haired frontman, his eyes beading into you and watching your every step. The honeyed light that propels itself around the stage, makes its way to him and basks him in the tinged luminescence. His once bright blue eyes, now stare back at you with a darkened look, causing the light reflecting itself in his eyes to look like a star in the night sky. You blink repetitively, as if you were in a daze, before hastily looking away as his face sets into a grimace and he places his attention back on to the crowd.

"Is he mad at me for ruining the show, or something?" You ask wearily, your stomach ridden with nerves as you watch the man tighten his grip on the microphone and open his mouth to begin to yell.

Raising an eyebrow, Kirk looks over to his band member, before smiling cheekily to himself.

"No, that isn't anger, sweetheart. He's worried about you, just doesn't know how to show it," Kirk reassures you. "That's James, by the way. And if you think that reaction is bad, wait until we're done, and I'll tell you all about the time this girl actually ate shit at one of our shows."

⭒

You smile gratefully as the last bandage is wrapped around your upper thigh, the medic on standby lightly tapping your kneecap before standing up.

"Now that's one way of getting some rockstar's attention, huh?" She teases, the crow's feet on the sides of her hazel eyes becoming more apparent as she grins down at you. Blushing in mortification at what happened earlier, you go to place your head down in embarrassment, before pausing as your neck begins to protest.

"Please don't remind me," You groan out, your gauzed palms wrapping around your sides as your stomach begins to flutter. "I don't think I can ever show my face around here again. And I don't even know most of their names. I barely even knew which band I was coming to see before this morning." Eyes glancing at the large sticker on the wall that says METALLICA in a grunge and outstanding font, you try your best to push back the feeling of dread. Of course, you'd embarrass yourself and bust ass in front of one of the biggest bands in the world.

Letting out a placating sound, the elder goes to place a warm hand on your sore shoulder, before turning her head towards the now opening door. Pursing her lips to hide her fondness as the members barge their way in, she silently waves at you before making her way out.

You let out a sigh of relief as Kirk is the first one to make his way through the door's entrance, uncaring as the door slams loudly against the wall and the doorknob wobbles despairingly in its wake.

"She's alive." He croaks out, his terrible impersonation of Frankenstein causing you grin widely and forget about your prior accident. Kirk pushes his sweat-laden hair back from his face and plops down next to you, before grabbing ahold of the nearest half drunken bottle of beer and guzzling it down in one shot. You watch in nonhidden interest as he goes to grab another, your own throat starting to feel heavy as you watch him go at it like a madman.

"Put down the Old E before you need to get your stomach pumped, you crazy bastard." Another member yells out, his accent making him sound slightly drunk himself as he stumbles in, his headband now wrapped around his wrist and his expression more youthful. Your smile turns into a grimace as he faces you and begins to laugh.

"The girl of the hour, Missus Eat Pavement!" He chortles out, his face going playfully serious as Kirk throws an empty beer can in his direction. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm glad you're alright, and James really chewed security a new one. The asshole's were beaming red for the rest of the hour."

Ears perking up from the sound of his name, you peer at the door before slumping back down in your seat. The man and his other band member were still nowhere to be found.

"Lars Ulrich," The heavily accented man announces as he crouches down to haphazardly reach for a beer in the mini fridge. "And the one you seem to have a hard on for and Jason will be back in a little while." Kirk sputters around his bottle as he struggles to swallow his current mouthful, while you shrink into the cushioned sofa and try to make yourself as small as possible without irritating your injuries.

"He just seemed angry is all." You mutter, taking interest in the ceiling as Lars sends you an amused look that blatantly says bullshit. "And you're into that?" He asks you, his tone turning judgmental, before his eyes fill with mirth as footsteps begin to echo in the hallway next to where you're sat.

The pit in your stomach comes back full force as the man who you now knew was James makes his way into the dressing room, his eyes immediately meeting yours as soon as his feet step over the wooden floor's entrance.

"Feelin' better?" He asks you, the cadence in his tone making your gut clench involuntarily. Mentally shaking your head at yourself in disbelief at how you were reacting to just his presence and sound, you physically nod and send him a small smile. "I am, thank you."

Eyes still on you as he makes his way over to one of the chairs across the room, James nods as he catches a beer that's thrown at him. "Why have security if they aren't even going to do their fucking job?" He grits out, his calloused thumb snapping open the can with an audible click. You swallow thickly as you catch the animosity in his tone, while Kirk and Lars send each other a knowing glance.

"Be glad your girls in one piece, at least. Remember the last one that was shoved over? Had to get her first four teeth redone." Lars shivered out, unknowing that his words would make the both of yours cheeks color, though yours were only apparent. James roughly runs a hand down his bearded chin and clears his throat, finally moving his gaze to the condensation running down his alcoholic beverage.

Kirk clicks his tongue and nods reverently, his hand tossed in the air as he closes his eyes in exhaustion. "That's the one," He exclaims, hand blindingly reaching over to lightly smack you on the shoulder. "Better to chafe ass than eat it, am I right?"

"Depends on who's ass it is." Lars cackles, causing the room to erupt in howling laughter. An easy grin makes its way onto your face as Jason tiredly walks his way in.

"Hey! Glad to see you're doing alright." He beams, his heart shaped smile causing your grin to soften. You thank him politely as he passes you a cold beer and sprawls himself out on the carpeted floor. Comfortable silence fills the room, before Jason's head pops up.

"Hey, did you come here with anybody? It's getting late." Eyes widening as your friends come back to mind, you quickly go to stand up, before wincing in place.

James' eyes follow you as you begin to panic, disappointment filling him as he automatically assumes you must have come with a date.

"Can I borrow a phone?" You ask, kicking yourself for forgetting about your friends so easily. Lars nods and walks toward you, his available hand outstretched for you to use as leverage. Carefully grasping onto his with your own gauzed one, you send him a grateful look as he nods toward the hallway.

Kirk slowly opens his eyes and shifts to fully face James as you make your way out of the room. "She didn't say anything about a girlfriend or a boyfriend, and we've all seen the way you've been acting since your eyes landed on her," Kirk rushes out, speaking at a volume he's sure you wouldn't be able to hear coherently. "I suggest you make your move and grow some balls before we leave this pissbucket of a town and you never hear from this girl or see her again."

Jason hums out an agreeance as Lars nods with Kirk's words. "I agree, she's cool. Can't find her balance to save her ass, but at least that'll make her fall for you even quicker."

James shakes his head in disbelief, before laughing wholeheartedly at his longtime best friend's twist of words. "Shut the fuck up," He huffs out amid laughter, before placing his beer down and wiping his hands off on his jeans. Taking a deep breath and brushing his fingertips against his palms in an anxious tick, James hesitantly makes his way over to you.

His heart swells as he watches you laugh without restraint, joyous at the fact that you were still able to find humor after such a traumatizing event.

"I'll be alright, I promise. I've been taken very good care of, everyone has been great," you say into the phone's receiver, your cheeks beginning to redden as James leans against the wall nearest to you and sends you a reassuring smile. "I should go, I'll try to be home soon. Don't worry about me, guys. Buses are going straight through until two, so I've got plenty of time to catch one before it's too late."

James bites back a triumphant grin as he finds his in, and patiently waits as you say your goodbyes. Reaching over to place the phone back into place, you raise an eyebrow at the content look on the handsome man's face. "What?" You ask, your tone inquisitive.

"I can give you a ride home instead. It's no big deal, producer gave it to us to borrow for joyrides in the small towns we tour in. I'm sure you aren't more than twenty minutes away, and it'll be a lot safer." Watching as you bite your lip in worry, James licks his own in response.

"But you were on stage for over an hour, and I'm sure the other guys don't want to be dragged along." You respond unsurely, guilt already weighing you down from keeping the guys up and taking up enough of their time.

"I was actually hoping it would just be the two of us, this time at least. Since we're here for another few more nights." Butterflies create a frenzy in your gut as you watch his expression turn hopeful, his eyes glancing down at yours with an intimate intensity.

"If you're sure." You trail off, before biting your bottom lip in excitement as James' lips spread with a wolfish grin.

"Just follow me."

⭒

"What the hell is this?" You ask in between laughter, causing the singer and guitarist next to you to chuckle as well.

"This, is Bessy. And she's here to give you the ride of your life." He bellows out loudly, causing your cheeks to hurt from the way they spread widely with amusement.

"So, Bessy is also known as The Beast, huh?" You ask, your ribs aching as you're guided towards a black truck with horns attached to the front of the hood. James hums out an answer as he opens up the passenger side door, and hesitantly grazes his large palms against your waist.

"Is it alright if I lift you up a little?" He asks huskily, the scruff of his beard grazing against the sensitive skin underneath your ear. Biting back a gasp and holding off a shiver, you nod in agreement. Your eyes close in temporary bliss as he lifts you up easily and deposits you onto the elevated seat, the callouses etched into his skin dancing across your goosebump-ridden flesh as he lets you go.

James watches, enrapt, as your eyes close momentarily, before opening up a shade darker. He has to take a deep breath and force himself to gently close the door before slowly make his way over to the driver's side.

You carefully run the tips of your fingers over the leather interior of the truck as he situates himself and inserts the key into the ignition. James lets out a sputter of unfiltered laughter as you gasp out in shock from the loud rumble the truck lets out as it turns on.

"Not used to big trucks around here?" He asks you playfully, causing you to look over at him. "Never had a reason to get inside of one until now, I guess." James' breath catches in his chest as his eyes rake over your delicate features, your tone coming out at-ease and tranquil.

"You're doing something to me, doll. Something I'm not entirely used to."

The honesty and bluntness in his voice causes your heart to flutter, and you grip the uninjured skin of your thigh to hold yourself back. "James," You murmur out, your voice coming out strained. "Please, take me home and kiss me goodnight."

Clutching the steering wheel tight with one hand and the other securing itself around the gear shift, he makes you an offer. "Only if I can do it again tomorrow night."

⭒

Strong hands entangle themselves into the tendrils of your hair, holding you in place as you gasp out against flushed skin. Your bitten-red and swollen lips gape open as the gruff of James' beard teasingly makes its way down your neck, and his hot and heavy tongue trails its way down to your collarbones.

Desire thrums through you and your hips raise with the sensation, the material of your skirt stretching as your thighs spread open, your clit beginning to pulsate.

"James." You moan out, before wrapping your hand around his throat delicately, holding him upright as his eyes close in ecstasy and his breath stutters. Carefully sliding off of his lap and being careful not to rub against any of your bandaged cuts and scrapes, you grin enticingly as your eyes take in the love marks you left on his readily available skin.

Pressing your thumb into the red and blotchy hickey that adorns the skin right where his beard ends on his neck, you clench your thighs together tightly at the sound that emanates from the man beside you.

"Thought you only wanted a kiss." You breathe out heavily, your hair a mess and disarrayed on your shoulders.

Opening his eyes blearily and letting out a soft sound of disbelief and desire, James rebuts, his entire expression screaming out disheveled. "Thought you only wanted a ride home." Gentle laughter bubbles up in your throat, and James smiles and reaches over to grasp at your hand. Raising it to his lips and placing a delicate kiss over the gauze wrapped around it, he asks you, "Tomorrow?"

Carefully rearranging your fingertips to graze your pinky against his, you quietly promise and reassure him.

"Tomorrow."

Mister Meet Gravel ⭒ James Hetfield (18+)

Part Two

Part One

"Let me walk you up." James offers once he catches his bearings, his fingers gently disentangling themselves from yours and reaching over to grasp onto his door's latch.

"Don't want the night to end just yet, huh?" You tease, a warmth spreading and curling comfortably in your chest as your eyes follow the movement of the muscles in his forearms- those said muscles repetitively contracting as he shoves the heavy driver's side door wide open.

Stretching out his legs as his booted feet meet with the uneven terrain of rock that is your driveway, James takes in a deep inhalation of the cool night's air before briefly turning around and meeting your eyes.

"If it were up to me, it wouldn't." He admits in a partially despondent tone, his line of vision drifting downward as his palm slides against the venerable metal, his fingers flushing pale as he pushes it shut. Realization of how little time you truly have with James dawns on you abruptly, and the comfortability in your chest quickly begins to feel weighed down. James forces himself to lighten up as he hears you let out a heavy, saddened sigh through the slight gap of the truck's open window.

Footsteps hastily make their way over to your side of the truck before you can get too in your head about it, and your lips involuntarily lift on both sides as your door is haphazardly yanked open with a newfound vigor.

"But let's not think about that, doll," James drawls out, an amused huff of laughter bellowing out of you as he imitates a terrible midwestern accent. "Why, we have all night, and we still have all tomorrow." Carefully shifting your weight over to your least injured side as he offers you a hand, you bite back a sound of shock as his palm instead wraps around your waist and beckons you over to the edge of the seat.

"As if I'd let you try and climb out of Bessy, when you're all hurt and I'm right here." James scoffs out playfully, his free hand gently wrapping around your hip as he lifts you up with ease.

You steadily adjust your legs around his middle and wrap your arms around his shoulders instinctively, a chill running through you as the picking up wind cascades over your bare skin. "Let's get you inside, yeah?" James murmurs against the top of your head, his back bumping against the door to close it, as he turns and clasps his hands together on the top of the backs of your thighs.

Mindfully moving to not roughly brush against the gauze, you shuffle yourself back in his arms and force yourself not to blush as you look at him closely.

"I can still walk, you know. I did it before I got into, 'The Beast." You say, your voice coming out light, the sound fighting to be heard over the natural background sounds of the night and his heavy feet moving you two forward.

"Maybe I just want to hold onto you a little while longer." James responds lowly, his fingertips pressing more firmly into your skin as the top of your driveway begins to ascend into steep steps. Running the tip of your tongue against the bottom of your lip in sudden hunger from his words, you feel him pause in his tracks as his blue eyes follow the moment.

"I can still taste you," You begin, your whole attention rapt on the way his resolve begins to crumble, his careful grasp on your thighs turning into a rough grip instead. "And I know you want to be gentle with me because I'm hurt and because this is new. But I can taste you, and when you aren't touching me, I can still feel your callouses on my skin. I need you to do something."

Eyes slitting in bliss and head lolling at the pinch that comes from his tight, yet careful grip, your lips slowly part as the familiar railing lightly digs into your back. "Look at me." James grunts out, a warm palm coming up to firmly grasp onto your chin and tilt your head upwards.

Fully opening your eyes once again to look into the storm of his, you allow your jaw to go lax and widen as his thumb dances up to brush against your bitten skin. "You think I don't want you?" He asks you, his grip loosening to lower you down to his waist. "Feel me." A gasp rings out into the quiet and secluded air around you two as his jean-clad hips meet with yours, his zipper making rough contact with your slick and almost bare sex. His heavy bulge rubs against your swollen clit in just the right way, causing your stomach to clench with unhidden want and your thighs to tremor. You feel your underwear begin to soak through as you cling to him, your legs beginning to seize.

"I've wanted you since I first saw you. Your bright eyes and those fucking lips. The way you trusted Kirk so easily and accepted him, and the automatic sense to protect you. It took everything in me to not bend you over that seat the second I was given permission to touch you," James tightened his grip around you once more, hoisting you up with his hands greedily grabbing onto each ass cheek with more grip than necessary. "But I'm not going to sleep with you tonight," Letting out a tsk at the whine that buds out into the frenzied air between you, he continues. "You just went through a traumatic event, you can barely walk without limping, and you need to rest. I don't want to fuck this up, so I'm not going to rush with you. That doesn't mean I don't want you. I want you more than you could imagine, so you've just got to trust me with this."

The frustration that you felt quickly wanes off as he brings you into a hunger filled kiss, his tongue curling around yours and his beard biting into your skin. Disbelief at how good a simple action could make you feel fills you as his mouth devours your own, his moans reverberating into you, causing your heart to jump in your chest. Thick spit lines trail down and break apart as he slowly separates himself from you, his eyes open wide with euphoria and his lips a bruising red.

"Okay," You agree shakily, nearly gasping in for air as he licks the remnants of you from the skin his tongue can reach. James forcibly takes in a deep breath and throws his head back, the porch light only a few feet away dancing across his skin and allowing light to beam off of the love marks you left on his skin earlier. Satisfaction runs through you as your dazed eyes run across his skin, the once red blotches now turning into a deep blue and purple. "I'll trust you."

James blinks rapidly as he steadies himself, before making his way up the rest of narrow steps with you in his arms. The cold air comes back full force as he begrudgingly places you down on the front porch of your home, causing you to step closer to him and rest your forehead on and against the bottom of his chest.

"Tomorrow?" You ask out, your lips twisting into a sore smile as James grins to himself, his left hand coming up to temporarily tangle itself in your disheveled hair and hold you in place.

"Tomorrow." He promises.

⭒

James lets out a muted groan as he makes his way back into the dressing room, three pairs of eyes immediately taking notice of the marks on his neck and whistling out.

"I thought I told you to go and get your girl, not go out and get mauled by a bear." Kirk slurs out tiredly, a can of Budweiser now replacing the earlier can of Old E.

"And that's coming from the guy who actually has a biting kink." Jason muses out from the rug, causing a stilt in the commentary, before Lars chokes out a cackle and Kirk turns bright red. James sends his bandmate currently sprawled out on the floor a grateful look, before placing the keys on the nearest table and falling back blindly on the sofa. Letting out an indignant shout as his beer spills onto his hand and down to his elbow, Kirk goes to yell at his friend, before pausing to take in the rare expression of pure relaxation and contentment painted on his face.

Lars glances over to meet Kirk's eyes and grins to himself as he's motioned by a nod to look over at their frontman.

"So, what's got you all blissed out? Mister Meet Gravel finally met his perfect match in Missus Eat Pavement?" Opening up an eye to look over and up at the Dane, James mutters out, "What's with you and all of these weird fucking nicknames?" Lars sends him a bewildered look before standing up in exasperation, as if the curly, dirty blonde-haired man was missing the entire point.

"What do you mean what do I mean? They make complete sense to me. Remember when we got those skateboards, and we smoked too much pot with Cliff and accidentally went down that dead-end road? You had gravel engraved in the bottom of your ripped open shoes and a bruise on your ass the size of Texas for an entire month after." James raises an eyebrow in question, causing his friend to continue his tangent, his voice raising as he tries to get his point across. "My point is, is that it seems like you met your perfect match. Your clumsy partner-to-be, or whatever endearing terms you weird fucks use over here."

"Did someone let him drink Jäger again?" Jason asks blearily, his red-rimmed and dazed eyes becoming apparent as he pushes himself up into a sitting position. Kirk shakes his head adamantly as he reaches over for a bag of discarded and stale chips. "Nope! The staff took away his stash after he drank an entire bottle and refused to stop impersonating Elvis Presley on stage. Remember, at that one strip club on 50th and Lebrea? That didn't even have karaoke."

James bellows out a hysterical laugh as the memory comes to mind vividly, unable to hold it in as Lars quietly sits back down and Jason slowly begins to sing,

"I'll have a blue... Christmas, without you."

"Whatever, fuck you guys." Lars grumbles irritatingly, causing the rest of the inebriated band members to coo.

"It's alright, man. I understand what you meant, and I appreciate it. I feel the same way." James mutters out placatingly in a tired tone, feeling slightly guilty about bringing his closest friend down from his earlier, happier mood.

Perking up at the sound of his agreement, the drummer jumps back up onto his feet. "I knew I was right!" He exclaims, before tossing his headband to the side and grabbing their hotel room key cards. "Let's head out and go crash before they send someone in to look after us." James grunts in protest as he's forced to get back up, but smiles to himself once he remembers the promise he made to you. He'll get to see you again tomorrow.

Grabbing ahold of the bags of luggage they brought with them from the airport to the venue and dragging them behind them in finally caught up exhaustion, they all jump in unison as Lars yells out from behind them in the now deserted hallway.

"And it wasn't Blue Christmas, you assholes. It was I'll Be Home For Christmas!"

"Couldn't tell from how shitty you sounded!" Kirk rebuts, causing Jason's lips to quirk up and rest in an easygoing smile. Slowing down to give Lars time to catch up, James tosses an arm around him and pats him on the head when he finally does.

"You know it's all just jokes, right? We'd never think down about you." James reassures him quietly, making sure Jason and Kirk were out of earshot. Lars nods against his hand and goes to rest his head against his forearm. "Yeah, I know. And bullshit nicknames aside, I hope this works out for you. She seems like a good girl, and she gets along with the rest of the guys. Seems like it's easy for her to make you happy too, haven't seen that in a while."

Taking his hand off of his bandmate's head and letting it rest against his bicep, James follows out the rest of his friends and the held-back staff members and does the same. He hopes.

⭒

You jolt up in excitement as the sound of a familiar rumbling engine makes its way down the road and slows to a stop with a stuttering purr in front of your home. You quietly make your way down the stairs, mindful of your roommates, who were already asleep.

Using the nights sky's residual light to find your jacket and throw it on, your lips split into a wide smile as you see James make his way to your front door through your peripheral vision. Not wanting to make him walk all the way up in the chilling weather for another night in a row, you instead quickly open and lock your door, before closing it behind you and making your way down the steep steps as fast as you can.

"Slow down, baby," James laughs out in a greeting as you almost barrel into him, his arms instinctively wrapping themselves around your shoulders and bringing you into a warm embrace. "What's the rush?"

"Just wanted to get to you sooner. Didn't want you waiting out in the cold." You answer back quietly, peering up at him with a dopey grin as your hands carefully find purchase in the back of his jean's pockets.

James lets out a disbelieving sound as your palms playfully tap a familiar beat on his plush bottom, his eyebrows raising in amused surprise. "Me or my ass?" He asks you, before bending down and placing an indulgent kiss on your awaiting lips. Tilting your head back for better and further access, you teasingly swipe the tip of your tongue against his bottom lip before pulling away.

James furrows his brows and tries to chase your lips with his eyes still closed, but to no avail. "Why can't it be both? I can greet more than one thing at once." James reopens his eyes and his mouth to answer, but halts in place as his eyes gradually adjust and you fully come back into view.

"What's wrong?" You ask, removing your wrapped hands from his pockets and raising them to place them against his chest in worry.

"You're just so damn beautiful," He breathes out, the tone of incredulity in his voice causing you to blush and begin to shy away. "Hey! no one said you could walk away from me, little ass." James calls out, a playful laugh coming from him as you cry out in shock from him picking you up from behind. A wide smile adorns your lips as you grasp onto his clasped hands in front of you, before your eyes close in fright as he begins to make his way down the steep and uneven gravel, in the same position with you in his arms.

"You do realize I'm already injured, right?" You ask, your voice higher than usual, causing his eyes to squint from the force of his smile. "Don't worry, I won't drop you. What did I tell you to do last night?"

Relief hits you as you two reach the end of your driveway and make way onto even concrete, and you turn around once you're released to look up at him before you answer, only to pause in surprise as his face begins to soften as your front comes back into view. "To trust you." You whisper, purposefully keeping your tone soft as you take in the sudden vulnerable look on his face. Boot-laden feet make contact with yours, and large hands envelop the curves adorning your hips, still partially in view through your jacket. You watch as he takes a deep breath and squares up his shoulders.

"I don't really know what the fuck I'm doing here," Before you could question him, he continues, his eyes looking into yours with newfound depth. "I'm not used to taking someone on dates, I can't even remember the last time I spoke to woman while the sun was up if I slept with her the night before," James' shoulders begin to relax as your hands come up to rest against his in comfort. "This is all new to me. And even though I'm not used to it, I want to give it a shot with you. Lars spoke to me last night and really put things in a new perspective. I don't want to make you feel like you're just someone else I want to sleep with, I want you to feel special. You came backstage and were kind to all of the staff, you weren't upset with any of us about the security being negligent, you trusted me enough to take you home. You get along with the rest of my band members and treat us like normal people. As of right now, I've never met anyone like you. And I don't want to, not anymore. What I'm saying is, is that if you'd allow me, I'd like to be yours as much as I would like you to be mine."

Tears spring to your eyes as you take in his words, his thumbs rubbing small, circular motions into your sides as he watches you become emotional.

"For someone who really hasn't done something like this before, you're doing a pretty good damn job," You finally say, your voice trembling as a few budding tears find themselves shelter on your bottom eyelashes. "I wasn't expecting anything from you when I first saw you yesterday. In fact, I didn't think you really cared about me after I fell. Kirk had to reassure me that you weren't good at expressing your feelings, but look at you now," You gently hold onto both of his wrists before lifting them and guiding them toward your oversized pockets, the silver rings standing out more than usual against his red and trembling fingers and palms. "I don't mind that. You've shown me more compassion and empathy within this past day than most people have shown me in the past few years. You make me laugh; you make me feel fucking stupid with all the emotions that overwhelm me whenever I'm around you. And no, I don't know you well. I don't know your triggers or what you've gone through, what you're going through now. But what I can tell you is that I want this, and I want you. And I want these last few days we have together to be as monumental as we can make them, because I don't know when I'll be able to see you again."

Reaching up and placing a palm on each side of his chin, you delicately guide his face down until he's at level with you. "What I do know is that while I have you here with me, I want you, in every single way. And I'm giving you my trust because you earned it last night," Leaning forward to rest your forehead against his, you whisper against his lips and smile to yourself as you feel him shiver at your next words.

"Take care of me tonight."

⭒

Your hair cascades against your sheets as you're gently lied down against them, the once trembling hands you held in comfort, now strong and steady. The unsurmountable amount of want and lust you felt for the man above you still there, but now softer around the edges as you watch him from below. Long strands of curly hair find their way over his shoulders and rest against the sides of his face as he carefully tries to remove your pants.

Lifting your hips to help him remove the forming fabric around your upper thighs, you let out a shiver as he sends you a thankful smile and bends down to place a wet kiss on your navel. Letting out a shaky breath as the slight breeze in the room cools the spit on the small patch of your skin, you watch as he slowly runs his thumb across the now in-view thin fabric of your underwear.

"You can barely even call these things underwear, baby." James muses, before dipping his thumb down to barely graze your clit. Your hips jump up as the sensitivity runs through you and down your legs.

"Please, don't tease me. I couldn't even touch myself last night because of my hands." You plead, your still-clothed thighs squeezing together as he swipes his thumb again.

"Yeah? What did you do then? Wait around all day until I could come back over? Fantasize about me keeping my word and bending you over in the truck, like I said I would?" He asks you, his thumb now pressing down firmly against your clit through the fabric, causing you to bite back a moan in fear of your roommates hearing. "Couldn't even wait for me to take you to my hotel room, wanted me to toss you over my shoulder and take you in your shared house, where anyone can walk in."

A blush makes its way down to your neck as you take in his soft, condescending tone. "That isn't true. Wanted you to take me in a place I know I can come back to once you're gone. Don't want you to leave and not have anything to remember you by."

James' eyes soften and the rough and steady pressure he had against your sex slowly leaves, causing you to quietly whine out. Making his way up to you and placing both of his hands on either side of your head, he leans down and kisses you gently.

"You know that there isn't anywhere else I'd rather be right now, doll. And if you want me to take good care of you here, that's what I'll do. I'll do whatever you need me to do, baby." He reassures you, his knees caging in your sides and making you feel secure.

"I want you to mark me up like I marked you, so I can press into them while you're gone," You start, your lips brushing against his and smiling as his beard tickles your cupid's bow. "I want you to stop treating me so delicately, just because I'm a little scraped up and healing. I want you to taste me in more ways than one, and then I want to taste myself on your own tongue, and then I want you inside of me."

James' eyes darken and he takes in a deep breath, his cock jumping painfully in the confines of his tight jeans. "Whatever you want, baby. I'll give it to you real good," He promises against your skin, before reaching down and grasping onto your wrists and raising them to rest over your head on the sheets. "Just don't touch me until you cum from my tongue."

Before you could even verbalize an answer, he begins trailing rough kisses down your middle. Tongue lapping at the sensitive skin underneath your breasts and leaving a thick stripe of saliva in its wake, he slowly reaches down and begins to remove your pants, hoping to distract you enough so you don't feel any pain. Smiling to himself as he gets past your gauzed skin and down to your ankles, he uses his hands instead of his mouth, the sight of your legs causing his balls to tighten in anticipation.

The calloused palms that you adore so much make their way down your legs as his mouth goes lower and lower, before finding purchase on your hipbone and sucking a mark into the skin right on top of where your thong begins. Gasping out as his teeth snag against your skin in a way you know will leave a mark, you let out a moan as he licks against the now sensitive spot, before making his way down to your now sopping wet sex.

"Don't hold back on me, be a good girl and cum on my tongue." James murmurs out, before swiftly sliding the damp fabric to the side and enveloping the entirety of your cunt with this tongue. Your cries reverberate around the room and bellow out into the hallway, the volume of the sound uncaring of who it might wake as the man between your legs eats you out like he's starving.

Your gauzed palms wrench the sheets off the sides of the bed, your wrists begging to be allowed to raise as James moans at the taste of your slick. Your stomach begins to contract and tighten as his tongue mercilessly prods at your sensitive and swollen clit, his beard roughly nudging against the skin surrounding your convulsing pussy.

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop." You beg, your hips raising from the bed to ride his tongue as he slides an index and middle finger into you. Legs clamping around his head to keep him in place, you let out a partially bit back scream and his fingers twist and curl up, hitting your spongey spot and causing you to pulse out a new gush of arousal.

James watches as you lose yourself from his tongue alone, pride running through him as he takes in your taste in bliss. Hips bucking and humping slowly against the bed beneath him for any sense of relief, his own eyes begin to close from stimulation as his tongue prods at your entrance, along with his fingers.

Eyes widening as the heat in your core begins to coil and snap, your hands raise from the bed, before defeatedly falling back down at your sides. "Please, I need to feel you, I can't," You cry out, your sensitivity growing and causing tears to stream down your reddened cheeks. "I need to touch you." James' eyes snap open as he begins to hear your voice break, his fingers and mouth immediately halting all movement as you heave underneath him.

"Give me your hands, baby. It's alright. Feel me." Your eyes close with relief as you're able to interlock your fingers with his, immediately already starting to feel more grounded.

"I can stop if you need me to, angel. We'll only go as far as you can handle." James bites back a grin as you vicariously shake your head no. "I just needed to know that you were here. Please keep going." You plead, and James nods before repositioning himself in between your legs. "Tap me twice on the shoulder if it gets to be too much again, alright? Your pleasure is my pleasure."

James' head slowly descends back down in between your legs and directly to your sex, only breaking eye contact with you once you reiterate his words back to him verbally.

"Good girl." He praises, before taking his time. You allow yourself to relax once again as his nose rubs against your clit and his hand delicately squeezes yours with reassurance. Eyes flickering up to watch as you slowly close yours, James let's out a sigh of relief as you moan out as his tongue laps against your folds and make its way into your entrance, his own cock spurting out precum at the look of euphoria on your facial features.

Tongue dipping in and running along your clenching walls, James' cock pulsates in his jeans in warning as his balls begin to tighten once again, before his hips involuntarily meet with the rough part of your comforter and he shocks himself by cumming in his pants.

"Fuck." James curses out against your pulsating flesh, his tongue making its way out of you and up to roughly latch onto your clit, causing your hips to seize up and your thighs to lock his head into place.

Your mouth gapes open as you feel your release gush onto his tongue and down his chin, the force of your orgasm causing your vision to go white from the intensity.

James gently untangles his fingers from yours and instead brings them down to gently press you back into the bed, before bringing himself up to lie down next to you. "You still here with me, babe?" James asks you, his lips twitching in amusement as you stare up at him with an expression of awe on your face. Biting your bottom lip to stop a disbelieving laugh from bubbling out, you instead hum an affirmation and turn your head to look up at the ceiling.

"I think everyone on this block, and the next one down heard you orgasm." James teases you once you shift over and rest your head against his chest. You quickly go to raise your hand to swat at his chest, before begrudgingly putting them down.

"Wait, did you?" You trail off, the high from your orgasm waning off as guilt soon engulfs it instead. Looking away himself this time and nodding out an affirmation, James mutters out, "Took care of it." You raise an eyebrow before looking down and seeing the dark imprint of semen staining the fabric surrounding the zipper of his jeans.

"That's so fucking hot," You admit as your mood begins to lift, your legs sliding over his clothed lap and your knee teasingly nudging his now half hard cock. James places a palm over your bandaged thighs before looking down at you hesitantly, forcing his hips to not buck up into the pressure. "You up for it?" He asks you, before you silently tilt his chin up and lick into his willing mouth. Moaning at the taste of yourself on his tongue, you slowly disconnect your lips from him and raise an arm to rest your chin against your palm.

"I came from only your tongue, and then I tasted myself on you, so that only leaves one thing." You trail off, your lips lifting into a meaningful grin as realization dawns on the man's face underneath you. Reaching up to grasp onto your waist, you let out a shriek as you're flipped onto your back.

"No use in staying quiet now." James muses out above you, his cock already fully hard again by the sight of the redness of your lips and the marks already starting to make home in your sensitive skin.

"Now, what was the last thing you wanted, baby? Need you to remind me." James teases, his hands reaching down to finally unbuckle his belt and take off his jeans.

"Want you inside of me." You whisper out, your voice quickly losing all sound as he takes his bulge out of his briefs and beckons you to fully lie down.

"Good girl."

Desert Hills Motel ✩ James Hetfield (18+)

for @30-3am ♡

The Tulsan heat beats down on you as you carry your bags toward the small and now overpacked motel's parking lot. Cars pile up and create a combined cacophony of overused horns and shouts, as a tour bus haphazardly pulls in and loudly shudders to an abrupt stop. Sweat trickles down the pulse points on the sides of your neck, causing your expression to set in a grimace as your arms begin to ache from the weight of your toiletries and exertion. Your curiosity gets the best of you as you spot a large crowd of teens and young women around your age, barrel their way into the cramped crowd in front of the already rented rooms.

"Can you believe they're actually here in Oklahoma?" A girl beams, causing the cluster of people around her to relay the same sentiment and start to talk over each other.

"I didn't think they'd be touring so heavily, especially after what happened only a few years ago." You hear someone exclaim as an elbow roughly bumps into yours, causing you to instinctively grip harder onto the ears of the plastic bags in your hands. Uneasiness begins to pulse through you as the chatter surrounding you suddenly turns into a bellowing pit of screams. Your eyes try to erratically search for the number matching the crumpled keycard in your trembling palm over the tall figures in front of you, but to no avail. The numbers were completely out of your line of sight. Hesitantly shouldering your way past one of the men blocking your view, newfound hope begins to bloom in your chest as a small passageway slowly makes itself in the middle of the crowd.

Leaning forward on the tips of your boots, you lift yourself up to take advantage of the few extra inches of height your fmb's give you, before letting out a chattering exhale as you see the sliver of the exit turn into a full-blown path. Raising your arms to allow the bagged items to shuffle themselves from your wrists down to your elbows, you try to make yourself as small as possible as you duck under the unceremonious, shoving hands.

Biting back a wince as a hand nearly makes contact with your sweat laden and rosy cheek, you nearly trip over your feet in haste as you move forward.

"Here they come, here they come!" A voice shouts right next to your left ear, causing you to lose momentum and pause right in the middle of the open area. Letting out a curse as you see a small group of various and differently dressed men steadily make their way through the crowd and near where you stood frozen, you force yourself to trudge forward, before making the choice to unsteadily run forward in between the divided two parts of the hotel, before stopping to finally relax in front of a dilapidated ice box. Momentarily closing your eyes and placing one of your bags onto the ground, you roll your aching wrists to try and relieve some tension as you take in the cold gust of air cascading itself from the machine in front of you. Squeezing your shoulder blades together and shakily inhaling a much-needed breath, you bask in the now muted sounds of the once overstimulating screams and welcome in the hum of the refrigeration unit.

"Feels nice, doesn't it?" An easygoing tone asks you, causing your eyes to snap open and squint up blearily at the man before you, the sun making your eyebrows furrow. Lifting your free hand up to create a makeshift visor to protect you from the unrelenting beams, you feel yourself begin to fluster as a handsome man in a cowboy hat fully comes into view. "Bet you don't get too many cool days around here." He makes sure to maintain eye contact with you as he stands his guitar case on the brick wall next to him. Your eyes widen in realization as you take in his appearance. Dirty blonde hair rests against his broad shoulders and cascades down his strong neck, where a necklaced worn and signed pick lays against a barely covered chest, his light colored and sparse chest hair peeking out from under his stretched-out v neck t-shirt. Tight black jeans encapsulate every divot in his seemingly never-ending long legs, and finally, a black pair of cowboy boots that almost entirely match your own, except for in color and their lack of heel. And although his outfit screamed southern boy, you knew he was anything but. This man's aura screamed he was a star and was meant to be one. Of course, he'd be part of the band everyone was currently losing their minds over.

"You seem like you'd fit right in, attire and all." You drawl out sheepishly, the smile you get back in response pulling you in and withdrawing out the rest of the uneasiness from your body.

"A southern bell, huh? Guess we chose the right hotel after all." James muses, before beckoning his head toward the barely lit neon green cactus sign. Unable to hide your grin, you look to the side to catch your bearings, before meeting his bright blue eyes once again.

"Your type of music not too welcomed around here?" You implore, the tips of your boots nearly caressing his as he places himself closer to the only source of cool air.

"With the way everyone reacted to us settling down in town, you'd think otherwise, doll." Cheeks blazing from the endearing term, you purse your lips, before watching him lick his own in response. "With the way everyone's reacted to y'all settling down, I know your group isn't something we usually see," Bracketing in your plush bottom lip before releasing it slowly, you airily breathe out as the tall man in front of you watches your chest rise and fall, the already charged air around the two of you starting to feel fervid. "You ain't no Fleetwood Mac, especially with the cool looking guy in the Marilyn tee."

"You telling me I couldn't pass as the second cousin of John McVie?" James huffs out, his faux angry expression causing a grin to fully envelop your face.

"Absolutely not. Not even close." You respond through laughter, before bending down to pick up your overfilled bag. James quickly meets you halfway, his hand encircling around your wrist, before delicately gliding his ringed fingers down to yours and removing the bagged items from your grasp.

"Here, let me." He insists. "Which room is yours?"

"We don't even know each other's first names yet and you're already asking me for my room number?" You raise an eyebrow as he struggles for a rebuttal, the slip in his confident disposition making your lips twitch impossibly higher.

"James." He mutters, shaking his head at himself before grinning in disbelief. "What is it?" You ask, confusion painting your features as he laughs instead of answering. "Nothing you need to stress over, bell. Now how about you show me where your room is, before we both pass out from this heat and my bandmates order a search and rescue?"

"Your band! Oh God, do you think they're doing okay?" Head turning to readjust your view toward the crowd only a few handfuls of yards away, your eyes quickly latch onto three other outstanding men in the still growing pit of people. Nearly jumping as a large and calloused hand finds purchase on the low of your back, you're surprisingly quick to begin to relax as James' thumb rubs comforting circles into your now cooling down skin.

"They'll be just fine. We're all attention seeking anyway, comes with the job. Besides, I only ever came over here to see if you were doing alright." Your eyes widen in mortification as you quickly come to terms with the fact that he saw you nearly faceplant and run off only just a few minutes prior.

"Any way we can just pretend like that never happened?" You plead, leaning back into his touch to look up at him and send him a placating and disingenuous smile. James pats his palm against the skin of your natural arch before beaming down at you with a humor-filled, shit eating grin.

"Absolutely not."

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Robin's egg blue chipped paint stares back at you as you place the bags on the spinning chair near the entrance of your motel room, the crumpled keycard resting dangerously close on the edge of the clearly pre-used coffee table to your near right.

"She's a beauty, isn't she? I'm pretty sure your room is going to look the exact same, maybe a little bigger." You muse, your lips stuck up in a sore-to-be smile as you glance over at the musician frozen in the doorway.

"I don't know what I was expecting after seeing the vintage sign out front, but this surely wasn't it." James says slowly, his words coming out lazily as his eyes scan the small room in front of him. Flower embroidered bedsheets and blankets stand out on the bed, and a television the size of a toaster lies tilted atop a cracked, screwed in piece of metal plate shoved in the wall.

"You're missing the best part of it all, rockstar," You migrate his attention back to you as you slyly make your way over to the bed, before smacking your hand against the bedpost. "It vibrates. Exactly what you need after the long ride you just had."

"I think those beds vibrate for some other reason entirely, doll." Fingers reaching up to run their way through his facial hair, James hides an amused smile as you lag in place, before your expression turns uncharacteristically cheeky.

"A different type of ride then?" You ask him in a meek tone, watching in amusement as the man in front of you begins to sputter. "I think your roommates must be looking for you." Your eyes fill with mirth as he struggles to catch up with the quick change of subject before you.

Nodding to himself before physically shaking his head to get out of his stupor, James grips the middle of his nape and quickly averts his eyes as you walk your way back over to him. "Yeah, I bet they are."

"Thank you for being so kind to me, James." You whisper out, your short spell of cheekiness wearing off as you stand in front of the epitome of a man in front of you. Chain linked butterflies make their way and rattle through your ribcage as he reaches out to encircle his hand around your wrist once again.

"Thank you for making this town a whole lot more interesting, bell." Lifting your wrist up to his lips, he places a delicate kiss on your blush red fingertips before slowly letting go.

"You forgot one last thing. The best part of it all," Raising an eyebrow as he takes a step back, you watch him with unhidden interest as his eyes brighten with anew light. Digging into his pockets and flashing you three key cards, James sends you a gentle smile before heading on out. "Double sided doors. I'll see you later on, angel." He tosses to you in the humid air, his words nearly sounding muted as your attention quickly shifts to his full backside.

Your stomach tenses with anticipation as you watch him walk away, the awareness of the soreness of your wrists and physical exhaustion long gone while your heart incessantly pounds in your chest. Pushing your weight against the heavy door to fully close it shut and deadbolt it, you knew one thing for sure.

You couldn't wait to see him again, and you had an inkling that he felt the exact same way.

✩

"Why would you want the motel room farthest from the ice box and tour bus?" Lars asks his bandmate as he hesitantly places his weight on the creaking bed underneath him. James pointedly ignores him as he removes his hat to rest it on his knee, causing the unrelenting drummer to continue with his questioning. "Aren't you always the one wanting to hightail it out of towns like this once our location's been leaked? Southern fangirls are a different breed."

"Hell yeah, they are!" Jason agrees, his exclamation ending in a silent cry as the tip of his shoe harshly meets with an oddly bent piece of wood coming from a leg of the bed.

Kirk bites back a chortle as he watches their bassist hop around on one foot, before resting against the wall attached to the cubical sized bathroom. "Dane is right, usually you're always ready to run. What gives? Found a girl worthy enough to not bolt from a shit motel for once?"

"Maybe the eggshell paint and the obnoxiously large welcome signs are growing on me." James rebuts, oddly wanting to keep you to himself and no one else, especially from his occasionally overbearing bandmates and friends.

"It's Robin's egg, man. Everyone knows that." Jason breathes out in indignation once he stops jumping around, the hands he places on his hips being the only telltale sign of him being sarcastic. Rolling his eyes and shuffling back on his elbows to lean against the itchy fabric, James blindly kicks off one of his boots and grins wide as he hears a yelp.

"Fuck off, all of you. Y'all should be glad I'm taking the smallest room; the master is next door anyway. We can all still tear ass once the fans realize which rooms we're actually staying in."

Kirk lets out an audible shutter as he pushes himself off the ribbed wall and over to the double-sided doors. "I lost count of how many grandmas tried to grab my ass within the first five minutes of getting off the bus."

Lars cackles as he recounts the earlier events in his head, his entire upper half vibrating and lifting with the force of his amusement. "Old ladies out here grabbing at your ass like the first item they see on sale on Black Friday."

"Thanks for that mental image." Kirk mutters before unlatching the lock and making his way into the next room. "You brought it up first, man." A slim and long middle finger retreating behind its owner back is his only response to the blatant calling out, causing Lars to grin to himself before grabbing ahold of his duffle bag. Tossing it onto the coffee table and unzipping it open, the Dane reaches in and yanks out an oversized hoodie and jacket.

"See you fuck's later, I think I saw a bar down the road. Gonna go see if one of the roadies can distract the crowd long enough for me to get a Heineken in." Jason perks up at the sound of alcohol, his otherworldly and positive nature making James grin and fully relax back into the uneven springs beneath him. Looking over at the drummer with a pleading look in his eyes, Lars quickly relents and throws the jacket over to their bassist, who excitedly shoves his arms into the worn out sleeves.

"Try not to make headlines again, will you? I still feel guilty just thinking about Indianaoplis to this day. "

His bandmates share a knowing grin before they sling out halfhearted goodbyes over their shoulders and toss the hoodies over their heads, hurriedly make their way outside. James watches as they hastily tighten the drawstrings around their outerwear before slamming the door shut behind them.

The newly alone frontman makes sure their footsteps become inaudible before he sits up and makes eye contact with the door connected to yours. "Don't be such a pussy, it's only been a few hours." He scolds himself, before throwing caution to the wind and making his way over to the door, despite his inner turmoil and worry of coming off as too desperate and strong and reaching out too soon.

Raising an unsteady fist to the wooden door with a slight nervous tremor, James disproportionately knocks with his knuckles before taking a step back and placing his weight on the heels of his socked feet.

Instead of imitating a similar greeting in return, you instead undo the latch on your side and open the door to invite him in, your wide doe eyes staring up at him as he takes in your change of clothing. Heat rushes up to your cheeks as you wait for him to speak, your hands nervously twisting themselves together in front of you. You fight the urge to retreat as his eyes rake down your entire figure, seemingly trying to permanently encase the image of you in his mind. Thick and partially windblown hair pillows itself against your collarbones, the rest of it descending down the beginning of your spine and resting against the end of your sleep dress's straps. Gold silk shifts against your newly showered and softened skin and ends in lace around the middle of your partially naked thighs.

James punches out a deep breath as his eyes trail over and down your exposed and tantalizing skin, his fingers twitching with the urge to press themselves into you.

"I need you to tell me that this is wrong. That we should take our time and talk things out, since I'm sure we're both at least going to be in town for the next few days. Because if you don't, once I get into your room and I get my hands on you, I don't think I'll be able to stop until we're both finished and done for."

You silently prattle in your head about all the things that could possibly go wrong. The fact that he may be gone in the morning if his schedule changes, or the fact that he might just up and leave your room after you fall asleep instead, that this could simply be something temporary for him. That you could just be being used for his own pleasure. But as you watch the yellow tinged light of your bedside table's lamp illuminate the side of his face in the darkening natural light peering its way in through your partially opened blinds, you find yourself to not truly care. You knew deep down that this may be your one and only opportunity to get this close to him, in this very moment. And you were going to take full advantage of that.

"You said the double-sided doors are the best part of this place, right?" You start, the strong and steady tone you begin with quickly turning labored and overwrought as you feel his hungry and starved gaze weigh you down and hold you in place. "How about you take mine into consideration, and then we can make our way on over to yours?"

James stumbles over the jagged doorstep in haste before breaking out in a breathless huff of laughter at your words, his awaiting fingers coming up to lightly tug on the fabric covering your midsection to bring you even closer. Leaning down to rest his forehead against yours, James brings his free hand up to firmly cup it around the back of your neck and murmurs out before enrapturing you in a deep kiss.

"Fuck waiting."

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A gasp of laughter bubbles its way through your swollen lips as you're playfully pushed down onto the aged bed beneath you and your legs are yanked forward to rest against the outer edge. "Do you have any idea how I felt when I first saw you?" Rough and calloused hands teasingly raise the almost see through fabric of your dress up your thighs as James kneels in front of you. "A breath of fresh air compared to everyone else trying to run towards us, your fucking legs and those boots."

You shift your weight up to rest against the back of your arms and look down to try to and meet his eyes. A small thrum of a pulsation sensitizes your clit as you watch him slowly spread your thighs apart, a small patch of arousal bleeding through the cotton covering your sex as you watch him bring his face in between your legs.

"Your lips and the way you purse them when you're in a train of thought, makes me want to have you suck on my fingers while I eat you out." He roughs out, before placing a kiss on the inner side of your knee, the juxtaposition of the brash rub of his beard and his lips making you moan out in shock in the nearly quiet room.

The sound reverberates as James licks his lips at the sight of you getting wet, his cock already jumping in the tight confines of his jeans from the sight of you alone. "Your cunt's getting so wet for me already and I haven't even done anything to you yet. You feeling needy yet, doll? Need me to do something for you?"

You nod quickly, your eyes feeling heavy as his thumbs snag themselves against the softness of your inner legs to yank them open wide. A timorous feeling runs through you as the condensed and slowly cooling air blowing out from the AC unit creates goosebumps on your newly exposed skin, and you almost shy away from him as his eyes flick up to yours.

"Look at me, angel," James coos softly, his slightly condescending tone from earlier long gone. You're faced with a comforting smile on his bruising lips once you follow his request. "Good girl. It's just you and me in this room, alright? No one else gets to see you like this, just me. Be here with me and be present, baby. Let's make this last while we can. There's no need to be shy with me when I'm already fully hard in my pants from just kissing you and seeing you laid out for me like this."

You take in a deep breath as James begins to move once again, his mouth replacing his hands, which now climb their way up to your hips to hold them in place. Firm and wet kisses are placed unevenly on your now trembling thighs, your hesitancy now the least of your worries as he sucks a mark into your reddening skin. Back arching up from the mattress as the musician bites into you without any warning, you reach down to fist a handful of his hair in a silent rebuttal, your bitten skin stinging pleasantly.

James moans out against you instead, the vibration being so close to your pussy that it makes you cry out loud, your underwear starting to stick to you as you feel your folds begin to dampen with your arousal.

"Please, James. I need to feel you, want to cum on your tongue." You plead, the throbbing of your cunt becoming borderline painful as he continues to touch and suck and lick anywhere that isn't where you truly needed him. James grins against your skin as you plead and beg, before slowly making his way up to your awaiting sex and placing a teasing kiss to your swollen and clothed clit.

"Is this where you need me, bell? Need me to fuck you with my tongue, have you dripping down my chin as you cum all over me?" You open your mouth to respond, before widening into a gape as his heavy and hot tongue swipes against the cotton, the warmth of his mouth a stark contrast to the coldness of the room. James' eyes nearly close in ecstasy as your essence blankets his tastebuds, his cockhead leaking pathetically through the rough denim.

Using his teeth to move the soaked cotton to the side, James pulses forward to spontaneously caress the tip of his tongue against your opening, while his nose rubs insistently against your bud in tandem. "Oh God!" You scream out, your hips overpowering his hands holding you down and your left leg raising to wrap itself around his shoulder. "I'm sorry." You gasp, before grinding your hips up and fucking his face, bellowing out a chant of his name as his tongue slides into your hole.

Reaching down to grasp onto your right leg and place it onto his other shoulder, James replaces his tongue with an index and middle finger as he raises his head to harshly suck at your clit.

Your thighs begin to seize as you feel his facial hair indent itself into your skin, your thrusts turning wild and uncoordinated as he curls his fingers upward and brushes against your g-spot. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum." You whimper, tears springing to your eyes as the orgasm building in your groin begins to feel almost overwhelming.

Lifting his head to look up at you, James watches you with intense eyes as his fingers thrust into you relentlessly, his other hand coming down to pinch and rub at your swollen nub. "Cum for me baby, you can do it for me. Such a fucking good girl, making a mess of me." Slick glistens against his beard and runs down his thick neck, his nose soaking wet with your essence and his facial expression completely fucked out and hair disheveled.

James smirks as he feels your walls begin to erratically convulse around his fingers and places a soft kiss to your bruising skin, before fucking them into you at an even faster place. You gasp out an expletive and tremor as he roughly pushes his thumb against your clit and scissors his digits, your sudden release and the force of it causing you to bow and curl around the man pleasuring you. Tears stream down your cheeks while you simultaneously try to catch your breath, slowly beginning to come back to as James carefully lowers your legs and beckons you into his arms.

"You did so well, doll." He tells you as he encircles his arms around your trembling waist, careful not to have you rub against the rough fabric of the sheets covering the bed. "Took care of me so well." You rebut shakily, lifting your head up from his shoulder to begin a slow trail of kisses down his neck.

"You don't have to, baby. I'll be just fine." He tries to reassure you, but to no avail. Leaning back to look him in the eye, you sneakily raise your foot and press your toes into the large bulge almost bursting against the seams of his zipper. James groans out at the dizzying relief the pressure gives him, before his eyes snap open as you abruptly stop.

"Do you have any idea how I felt when I first saw you?" You ask him once you finally stabilize, his lips quirking up at the familiar sounding words despite of the sexual frustration he felt. James raises an eyebrow as you offer him a hand, but takes it, nonetheless. Tugging him on top of you once he's fully stood, James instinctively catches himself on his forearms before he could place all of his weight on you, his large thighs pressing you into the mattress. "I thought you were the most handsome man I've ever seen and met, with a personality to match. So gentlemanlike to walk me back to my room and make sure the room attached to mine would also be yours. With an ass so full, even a girl like me couldn't help but want to grab onto."

You grin victoriously to yourself as you watch a flustered expression grow on his face, before you gently guide him down into a fulfilling kiss. Allowing him to take the lead once you two find a synergistic rhythm, you moan into his wet heat as his tongue runs against the top of your mouth. Spit lines connect the two of you as you break apart, you licking your lips to collect it as your own before you motion for him to pull his shirt over his head. Reaching down to unbuckle his belt and push his jeans and briefs past the swell of his ass, your eyes widen as his hot length smacks against the top of your pubic bone.

"So, you're a big boy in more than one way, huh?" Lips stretching in a wide smile as his cock jumps in response and his face begins to flush even further, you teasingly and blindly run your index finger down his long shaft.

James lets out a resounding moan as you wrap your hand around his girth and stroke upwards, the amount of precum seeping down his length allowing it to be a comfortable slide. Pressing your thumb into his tip and reaching down to cup his balls in a firm grip, you whisper against him as he gasps out your name. "You going to let me make you feel good, help me make you cum inside of me?"

"Yes, baby. Want to push my seed inside of you as deep as it can go, want you to be sore and feel me stretching you out days later." James pants out against you, the veins in his dick pulsating wildly against your palm. Resting your head against the sheets below you and making sure to maintain eye contact, you position his tip to your entrance and raise your hips to slowly thrust his cockhead in. You both sharply inhale in unison, his cock stretching your walls open in a way you thought wasn't even possible.

James clenches his jaw shut, forcing himself not to move as you slowly shift yourself down his overly sensitive shaft. Your lips part in a silent cry as you bottom out, the overwhelmingly full feeling causing tears to swell in your eyes once again. "I swear, I can feel you in my stomach." You whisper out, your shaky exhale turning into a whine as James unintentionally moves forward and brushes against your cervix.

Lifting your legs to wrap them around the sweaty lower part of his back, your walls subconsciously tighten around him as you make yourself more comfortable. James grunts out above you before sliding his hands down to your waist and shifting his weight onto the backs of his thighs. Darkened blue eyes stare down at you with desperation, quietly pleading to move as their owner tenses up his shoulders with physical restraint.

"You can move." You murmur up at him, the tightening coil in your midsection threatening to snap and break apart as you watch his facial expression relax with relief. James' grip strengthens around you as he thrusts forward, his irises blown wide as your walls accommodate to the thick stretch of him and his movement. Gasping out as his thrusts begin to roughen and his ballsack begins to smack against the sensitive skin of your ass, you reach up to encircle your arms around his neck as his hips begin to push you up the bed.

"Just like that, just like that." You plead as the underside of his cock slides against your sponge-like spot, a gush of your slick pulsing out and steadily dripping down onto the ruined sheets beneath you.

"Fucking look at you, taking me so well," James moans out from above, his fingertips pressing bruises into your skin as he lifts your waist up from the bed. "Made for me to fuck into. So soaking wet for me." You flush red and scream out as he propels his dick even further inside of you, the bedpost noisily making contact with the chipping wall from the force of the drive of his hips.

Your thighs tremble around him as he begins to lift you up and down his cock, the sound becoming audible as you fall silent, your orgasm forcing you to quiet down. James curses out as he feels his balls raise and tighten, the orgasm coursing through you causing you to constrict around him. Whining out as you begin to feel overstimulated as he pistons himself into you and against every right spot, you try to shift back in his hold, before crying out as one of his hands slide down and makes contact with your asscheek.

"Don't run from me, baby. Thought you wanted to make me feel good, wanted to help me make you feel nice and sore for days after?" He taunts you, his grip holding you in place once again as he relentlessly fucks you deep into the creaking mattress underneath the two of you. "Take it like a good girl, like I know you know how to be."

You nod vehemently and hold onto him desperately and he has his way with you, despite the fact that you were barely holding on, so fucked out you felt like you couldn't even formulate a single thought or word as he impales you with a rough and irregular pattern. James lifts you up onto his lap as his thrusts begin to become shorter and harsher, his tip seemingly feeling like it was going past your cervix and straight into your uterus. James pants above you and lightly wraps his hand around your throat as your head lolls to the side, forcing you to look up at him with unfocused eyes.

"You're doing so good for me, bell. Just a little while longer, alright? Such a pretty mess, all for me." The praise goes straight to your head as you feel yourself come back down to earth as he sends you a satisfied grin, the sweat beading down his temples from the exertion making its way down his chin and landing on your breasts. You shiver as the cool air makes its way over to the droplets and dries them against your skin, the frigid air causing your nipples to harden and sensitize as they're brushed against James' chest.

"Cum for me," You moan out, swallowing thickly as his hand delicately tightens around your neck, the slight depravation of air making your voice sound breathy. "Making me feel so good, can't you feel it?" You tighten your walls around him with a clench, causing him to let out a whine on top of you, his chin leaning forward to rest against the top of your head as his cock begins to spurt its seed inside of you.

James' hand around your throat shakily slides back to your nape, his fingers twisting themselves in your hair for purchase and holding you in place as he steadily empties himself. You close your eyes in content as you feel his warmth fill you to the brim. Taking in a deep breath to ground himself, James gently untangles himself from you before wrapping his hands around your middle to lift you up.

"Not yet, still want to feel you." You protest weakly, leaning back in his grasp until he gets the hint to allow you to lie back on the soiled sheets and bedding. James nods and bends down to place a placating kiss on your lips before carefully flipping you over, situating you on top of him so your head can rest comfortably on his heaving upper half.

You close your eyes tiredly as you feel his calloused palm slide down your spine in a comforting manner, the rise and fall of his chest and erratic heartbeat almost lulling you to bed, before your eyes snap open at the sound of multiple heavy and drunken pairs of feet stumbling their way into the motel room right next to yours.

James looks over at the wall in horror as he realizes that in his haste to get over to you, he forgot to close and lock the double-sided door. You let out a yelp as he jolts up in a sitting position with you still on top of him, your hands scrambling to hold onto his shoulders as he yanks the sheets from underneath the two of you as a set of dazed eyes peep their way through the opening.

"Oh shit!" Jason yells out as he makes eye contact with you frozen on top of James, your bare breasts hanging out of the yanked down and almost torn sleep dress haphazardly draped around you. "Get the fuck out!" James screams back at him, throwing a pillow and narrowly missing the crown of his head as he quickly tucks the sheet around you.

"What the fuck is going on?" Lars slurs out, before letting out an embarrassingly high sound as his drunken bandmate slides back into the other room and tackles him onto the carpet. "Nothing, do not go in there, man!" James groans and drops his head back on the bed, one of his hands unwrapping from around you to reach up and rub at his eyes.

"I am so fucking sorry." James apologizes, before lifting his head to look at you, perplexed. Uncontrollable giggles pour out of you as you sit up and plop yourself between his legs, your hand clutching onto your stomach as your breath is stolen from you once again. James' lips raise at the joyous sound coming from you, before sitting up himself and wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

"Well, that's one way of meeting the rest of the band." You muse, humor heavy in your tone as you finally re-collect yourself and lean back against his bicep. James grins to himself before wrapping his arm around you and twisting you down back into bed, a laugh of his own filling the room as you let out a shocked squeak.

"Don't worry babe, you still haven't met Kirk yet." He reassures you, before descending down on top of you and kissing away the rest of the laughter that finds its way through your swollen and smiling lips.

Lars gives up underneath Jason as he realizes struggling against him is futile, the bassist easily overpowering him and pinning him down within the first few seconds. The Dane goes to open his mouth to spit out an insult, before freezing in place as a breathy, feminine laugh bleeds through the opening door and into their room.

"Is that a girl?" He asks, his lips spreading and forming into a wide grin as Jason unconvincingly responds with a "No!"

Lars shakes his head and lets out a drunken laugh as Jason rolls off of him and lies down next to him instead. The bassist closes his eyes in tired defeat, a partial amount of his curls landing on his friend's shoulder as Lars stares up at the stained ceiling with hilarity-filled eyes.

"James, you slimy bastard."

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Current!James would be just as active as his younger self but would be much more self-assured and confident in bed, and much more teasing. He'd start off with you sitting up, your back resting against the headboard and your legs spread wide open, gripped apart with his large and calloused hands supporting the stretch. He'd be sprawled out in between your hickey-ridden thighs, his mouth attached and lapping at your soaked entrance.

His beard would be embedding itself into your sensitive skin and leaving a red hue in its wake, and his nose would be persistently nudging against your swollen and abused clit. He'd tease and edge the hell out of you, his own cock jumping against the sheets below him in his briefs and begging for attention. He'd feel immense gratification as he watched you beg for release above him, your eyelashes damp and you using all of your own personal restraint to be good and not thrust your hips forward to ride his tongue.

He'd run his tongue up and down your folds and curl it around your nub until you'd begin to shake and pant out into the bedroom, before descending his way back down to your thighs and biting into your skin, his tattooed fingers barely making themselves into you before pulling out and collecting up your essence. He'd look you straight in the eye as he'd bring his sopping fingers up to his mouth, moaning at the taste of you enveloping his tastebuds and grinning to himself as you cried out for him to finally do something.

He'd taking pity on you and free himself from his underwear, and you'd watch with unhidden desire as his cock curves up and bumps against his navel, the tip already blushed red and weeping with precum.

"Is this what you need, baby? All you had to do was ask." He'd taunt you, before wrapping his rough palm around his shaft and groaning out from the relief he felt from the pressure. You'd nod and whimper out his name as he made his way back to you, lowering himself back onto his stomach and finally giving you the first release you so desperately needed.

He'd instinctually find his way back to your sex, his mouth immediately finding purchase on your clit and his middle and index fingers curling up inside of you with an accommodating and easy slide. He'd find your sponge-like spot with absolute finesse, already knowing the in's and out of you like the back of his hand, and you'd immediately begin to lose yourself; the warmth coiling in your stomach threatening to tether and break as his fingers fucked themselves into you with an unrelenting pace, while his lips curled around your bud to suck harshly.

James would watch you unbiddenly as you'd orgasm from his ministrations, his dick throbbing against the bedsheets as the force of your orgasm would cause your release to squirt out and land on his already soaking wet facial hair. You'd cry out and yank against his short and greying locks as he'd kiss and lick you dry, refusing to allow a single drop of you to go to waste.

"You think you can still take me, baby? I'm not done with you just yet." He'd ask and state, letting out a huff of laughter as your hips would raise at the light tap he'd give your pussy. You'd nod frantically as an answer, already eager for another round, this time with him inside of you and stretching you out. "Good girl."

You two would both sigh in relief as he entered you, each inch of his rigid and thickly veined cock sheathing itself inside and pressing against your pulsating walls with intent until his hips would meet with yours. James would hardly pause inside of you, only waiting until you fully relaxed around him before beginning to pivot into you with an unresolving pace. His arms would encircle themselves around your trembling form as he lost himself in the tight heat of you, and you'd grip onto him tight as the strength and force behind his thrusts would push you up against the headboard once again.

James would free an arm to reach up and grip your chin, guiding you to look up at him as he'd thrust himself up into you to the hilt, before bending down to rest his forehead against yours.

"Always so eager to get fucked," He'd grunt out against you, his long tongue coming out to tease the tip of yours as your mouth would gape open, you overwhelmed from his sheer length and girth and how impossibly deep he could reach inside of you. "Not going to stop until you're filled with my seed, and you're covered in me." He'd promise you as his hips would slam forward, before meeting with yours and causing an audible squelch to reverberate around the room.

You'd cum again only minutes later, overstimulated, with your legs seizing around his waist and his hand delicately wrapped around your throat. His gaze would be on you as your tears ran down his wrist, your head lolling forward and your eyes no longer able to focus as he continued to fuck into you with reckless abandon. He'd moan and pant against you as he filled you to the brim, praises spilling out of him as he'd flip you two over so you could sit on top of him and temporarily rest.

Only a few moments would pass before he'd gently lift you off of him and could feel himself stir and begin to harden again, as he watched a copious amount of semen slowly flood out of your puffy hole. You'd whimper as his fingers would gently find their way back into you and as you felt his thumb teasingly graze against your still overly sensitive clit.

"I said I wasn't going to stop until you were covered in me, didn't I?" He'd murmur against you and would eventually find his way back inside of your stretched heat once you calmed down and could collect yourself, just to lose yourself once again soon after.

The night would end hours later, with you heaving for breath against the ruined sheets beneath you, your watery eyes blearily taking in James lighting up a cigar and resting against the now slightly bent headboard, completely lax- his blue eyes unwavering as he takes in your debauched and bruised body, satisfaction filling his gut as he watches you slump down in satiated exhaustion.

Add One More ୨୧ James Hetfield

The screeches of gleeful and partially muted laughter reverberate through your underprepared eardrums as you exit your car, the anxiousness pulsating through you causing your expression to come off as unnecessarily guarded and closed off. Dry California air scuffles its way up to you and caresses your bare calves as you slowly make your way forward, the large estate of the private elementary school in front of you coming off as far more intimidating than you had originally hoped for with each step you take.

You tightly clutch onto the folded files in your slightly trembling grasp, the repetitive sound and rhythm of your heels making loud contact with the uneven terrain of concrete underneath you somehow helps ground you, as you make your way to the top of the walkway. Before you could even test the doorknob or raise your hand to notify the office to the left of you of your presence, the door slams open, and nearly collides with you.

"Sorry, sorry!" A youthful voice shouts out, as a clumsy hand grabs onto your shoulder, immediately halting the process of you beginning to stumble back in shock. A dark and widened pair of brown eyes stare back at you unblinkingly, wild and curly hair hiding half of his face as he waits for your reaction. "In a rush, y'know. Part of the cool uncle duties." You allow a small and hesitant smile to grace your face at his words, and an empathetic feeling rushes through you as the man no more than a few years older than you lets out a sigh of relief and rests his head against the now closed and heavy wooden door.

"Thank you for not spitting on me." He says in a dramatic tone, causing your eyebrows to raise in bewilderment as he lets you go. "And why in the world would I want to do that?" You ask him, feeling incredulous as the man in front of you sarcastically grins in response and lets out a weighted laugh. He wordlessly gestures down to his outfit, causing you to feel even more confused as you obligatorily take in his attire.

"Nice, you like rock music. But that doesn't answer my question." You muse, before nervously glancing through the nearest window to look at the clock. You straighten up as a monotonous warning bell rings out, signifying that you've got less than ten minutes to prepare yourself for your very first day of teaching and your very first class. "My type of clothing doesn't really blend in and mesh well in this part of town, especially with the parents that can afford this type of school. Usually I'd dapper up, but we were in a rush. Her dad and I and the rest of our band just got back from the last leg of our tour, and we all wanted to see her as soon as possible."

You take in his words with all-intent listening ears and full attention, despite the risk of you running late. "Seems to me like you all really care for her, which means a whole lot more to me than what you wear," you state, before reaching over to grab ahold of the other doorknob nearest to you. Your arm and upper back protest as you strain and tense to keep it agape, the stray tendrils of hair falling out of your bun from the wind tickling the nape of your neck as you turn to give him a quick and meaningful glance. "And if anyone gives you slack for how you dress instead of how you are as a person and how involved you are in your friend's child's life, then maybe they shouldn't feel welcome around here instead of you."

You send him a soft smile before taking a deep breath and moving forward, wincing as the door shuts harshly behind you due to a rough gust of wind, the sound culminating the attention of everyone in the office with a resounding whack! Multiple pairs of eyes focus in on you at once, causing the already uncomfortable long sleeve you're wearing to begin to feel even more suffocating. You go to open your mouth and say a greeting, before pausing as an indignant huff filters throughout the room instead.

"You cannot just come in here minutes before the homeroom bell, especially when you already missed the welcoming assembly yesterday." You hear an elderly woman scold, causing you to turn around to find the source of the harsh tone. The awkward smile you had resting on your face quickly turns into a frown as you take in the clearly displeased child in front of you, their expression filled with distaste and their right leg beginning to bounce off the ground with unhidden agitation and impatience. You instinctively move forward before you could give yourself the chance and the time to second guess it, making your way into the large gap between the two and kneeling before the younger. Bright blue eyes stare up at you as you place your weight onto the tips of your heels and make way into her line of vision, the lace on the bottom of your skirt raising itself up to rest against the tops of your now reddened kneecaps.

"Well, if that isn't the prettiest bow I've ever seen," you start, making sure to maintain eye contact with her as you raise a hand to tap it against the top of your head. "I usually wear one of my own, but I didn't think it'd go so well with the lack of pants and this super long blouse." The distasted look on the blonde's face slowly melts into mild interest as she keeps her gaze on you, before finally letting out a drawn-out breath and reaching down to grab ahold of her multicolored and embellished school bag. You tune in with slight relief as you watch the uneasy expression on her face slowly turn into a look of determination, as she searches through the now jumbled contents of her bag.

The older woman behind you lets out an exhausted exhalation, and you slowly begin to relax your body as you hear her start to make her descent away.

"Here," the young girl offers, her hand shyly holding out an identical looking accessory, the new and improved attitude behind her action much softer and more welcoming than before. You widen your eyes in an obvious dramatization, and you grin to yourself as she lets out an animated giggle, before twisting around to face the front desk and placing your hands on your legs to stabilize your balance.

"Would you be so kind to do the honors?" You ask in a faux serious voice, helpfully tilting your head back as you hear a small shuffle behind you. An amused hum follows the sound of movement, and you feel accomplished and proud as the bow is placed crookedly in your mane. You tilt your head side to side to make sure it's secure, and reassuringly nod to the receptionist as she sends you a hesitant and inquisitive look from behind a pile of unfinished paperwork.

"Thank you so much, princess!" You cheerfully gush out, turning back to face her with a genuine smile adorning your lips. Your chest tightens as you watch her eyes fill up with newfound happiness at the nickname, her uneven and endearing smile making you feel warm. "Eden." She announces, the ends of her hair smacking against the middle of her back as she kicks herself off of the chair and onto the carpeted floor with unconcealed vigor.

"Eden." You mimic back softly, reaching down to gently squeeze her hand in a comforting manner before fully standing back up once again. You glance out the window once you hand over your identification and grin as your eyes latch onto another familiar looking pair.

The young man from before sends you a grateful and beaming smile, before pointing down to Eden and giving you a thumbs up as he begins to walk backwards in an attempt of the moon walk. Eden lets out an amused chortle at his antics, before whispering out a still fairly loud farewell. "G'bye, Uncle Kirk!"

You make sure to repeat the name back to yourself quietly as you're handed a directory and the official bell begins to ring.

"Hey!" You look down as Eden comes over to stand beside you, her insistent fist finding purchase on your crumpled skirt as she tugs at it for your attention. The young girl seems to freeze in place as she tries to find the words to show her gratitude. Finally, she lets go and sends you a heartwarming smile, her hands gripping onto her backpack's straps with an excited haste. You continue to look down in her doe eyes as she seems to find her words, and you send her an amused look as she opens her mouth to speak intentionally slow. Instead of a proper full-length sentence, she instead playfully just says, "Thanks for everything."

"Don't even mention it, kiddo. And thanks for the new sick bow. Maybe it'll even give me some actual street cred and my fist graders might show me some real respect." Eden lets out a sound filled with mirth as she follows you out of the main office and into the now packed and frenzied hallway.

"Yeah, maybe. See you later, miss!" She yells out, the now loosening bow scrambling against the neckline of her oversized vest as she runs forward to her friends, her hands thrown up in the air, one waving back at you fervently. You watch her filter into the crowd, before turning around and carefully following the directions messily written on the top of the map in your hands, on a bright and highlighted sticky note. Looking up as the children in front of you giggle and smile and hug each other, the anxiety you felt earlier on your way on in becomes easily forgotten and long gone.

If the children are truly as happy as they seem and are as half as decent and sweet as Eden is, then you think you'll end up being just fine.

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Dozens of feet excitedly pitter out of the classroom as the last bell of the day rings with finality. You groan out as you lie back on the hardwood floor beneath you, refusing to acknowledge the learning numbers blocks digging in the base of your spine. You hear a chuckle come from the doorway, causing you to twist your neck to the side and pop open a bleary eye.

"Still bouncing around with all that new teacher energy, I see." The woman you saw earlier from across the hall muses as she makes her way inside of the messy room, her feet expertly avoiding the toys on the ground without even having to look down. You let out an exhausted sound before slowly inching your way back up into a sitting position, your sore back from bending down all day cracking out loud in a painful protest. "I am the pinnacle of health and vitality, and I love my job." You deadpan, a laugh rumbling out of the two of you as you watch her catch onto the obvious, fake monotonous tone with matching energy and amusement.

"I think the only thing that makes the first day of teaching tolerable is the parent-teacher conference at the end of the day," she starts, her heavily ringed fingers reaching down to haphazardly toss the small and surrounding toys into the nearest bucket. You smile at her gratefully before standing up to do the same, and within minutes, the floor begins to look brand new. "The amount of fine, single rich men that send their children to this overpriced castle should be illegal."

You shake your head in humor-filled disbelief as she fans herself, before briefly leaning against you as another round of laughter runs through her trembling upper body.

"Anyone catch your eye yet?" You ask as you make your way around the classroom, your fingertips neatly rearranging the name cards on each of the assigned desks. "James Hetfield, man is all legs and fine and a half. Has a crazy daughter that likes to speak her mind and run about, but that doesn't deter me," you hum halfheartedly as you only half listen, your hands grabbing onto your files and unworn jacket over your already clean desk. "Her name is Eden, chaotic little thing. Runs around the entire school like it's her own home." The fellow teacher scoffs out, her voice still lighthearted but her expression showing a small bout of hostility and irritation. A fierce and unrelenting amount of annoyance runs through you as the younger girl's smiling face paints itself behind your eyelids, the strange protectiveness that pulses through you shocks you at the fact that you feel so strongly for a little girl you barely even know.

"Children are supposed to be excitable and energetic, that's how you know they come from a happy home." You defend, making sure to keep your tone neutral as you turn off the lights and allow her to walk out of the classroom first. She lets out a sound of acknowledgment as she walks past you but doesn't verbally answer you or care to elaborate. You let out a muted sigh as you follow her down the now secluded and empty hallways. Awkwardness begins to surround the two of you as you travel in silence, before a sudden and loud cheer echoes its way down the corridor as the auditorium's doors are pushed wide open.

"This way." She announces, her flat covered feet obnoxiously smacking against the linoleum as she quickens up her already hurried strides. You let out a puff of exalted air as you stop to take a break, your chest nearly heaving as you finally get to and enter the overly lit room. Multiple lines of cushioned chairs greet you and snugly fit around your hips as you make your way through the overcrowded pit of teachers and students and parents, your eyes widening as you lose the teacher from earlier in the crowd.

"Shit." You whisper out, your fingers wrapping around the cuffs of your long sleeves as your eyes frantically search for any familiar looking faces. Relief floods through you in a heavy wave as your eyes pick up a wild mane of curly hair in your peripheral vision, and you make your way over to Kirk on autopilot, your sweaty palms cloying against the irritating silk of your shirt. "Kirk, right?" You ask, your voice coming out as soft and anxious ridden as his head snaps your way at the sound of his name. Kirk's eyes light up as he recognizes you, and you sigh out as he gently yanks you forward and toward a much quieter and less crowded part of the room.

"Good to see you! You look about ten seconds away from shitting yourself." He greets, his tone welcoming but borderline teasing. You send him an exasperated smile as you take in his new outfit. "And you look like a brand new man! Trying to fit into the overbearing stereotypes around here, huh?" Kirk grins, welcoming in the much-deserved snark with open arms, before turning around to lightly push two other men forward. "These two hot messes are Lars and Jason, drummer and bassist of our very new and upcoming band," The man introduced as Lars sarcastically rolls his eyes before greeting you with a sly grin and a raised cup. Jason gives you a heartwarming smile and an excited wave, before bending down and going on to talk animatedly with a just as invested looking little boy. "Our frontman is around here somewhere, probably getting swarmed by a bunch of middle-aged married women, with more artificial estrogen packed up inside of them than an obgyn's office." A rough petal of laughter bursts from in between your lips at the unexpected jab, and you flush as unknown and judgmental eyes dance their way over to you and spectate.

Before you could fret over it, a small bound of energy collides into you, causing you to let out a punched-out breath as Eden grins up at you. "Miss, you're here!" An unfightable smile makes its way onto your face as you feel her jump against you in excitement, the crown of her head barely brushing above your bellybutton and one of flapping hands smacking against your inner elbow. "Hi there," you coo down at her, your hands instinctually coming up to flatten and rearrange her now messy and windblown hair. "Been having fun, haven't you?" You ask, mirth filling your tone as she nods against your palms. You pause in place as a throat clears itself near you, and your breath catches in your chest as you look up and lock eyes with a clearly handsome and attractive man making his way over to the two of you.

"Daddy!" Eden all but screams out as she looks over at her father, who is too busy staring at you. Deep ocean blue eyes catapult themselves into your own as you stare up at the frontman in front of you, your eyes becoming heavy and lidded as he looks into yours with enormous expression. James begrudgingly breaks the eye contact as his daughter calls out for him once again, and a smile creeps on his face as he takes in her content and happy body language and attitude. "Hi, my little bug!" He exclaims, laughter ringing out from the both of them as he lunges forward and brings her into a joyous hug. You place your now hanging hands on the top of your stomach as you gulp in a deep breath of much needed air, your heart pounding in your chest as you watch the two of them lovingly greet each other with butterflies raging in your middle.

"This is the teacher I told you about earlier," Kirk says once James has Eden cuddled up in his arms, said daughter with her head resting on his broad shoulder and a dopey grin encapsulating her entire face. "Calmed the little terror down faster than I've ever even seen you do it." James' eyes flicker over to yours once again, and you exhale shakily as his gaze slowly takes in the entirety of you and your figure.

"We even match with bows now, daddy." Eden says against his brown and fur-lined jacket, her voice now lilted and tinged with slowly creeping up exhaustion. You shyly smile before absentmindedly reaching up to touch the accessory with unsteady fingertips, trying terribly hard to fight back the blush trying to break out on your already heating up cheeks.

"Looks beautiful." James responds, the timbre in his voice causing a shiver to caress itself down your spine, and you have to look away from the duo to catch your bearings. You send Kirk a halfhearted glare as he beams back at you with a knowing and shit eating grin. Lars raises an eyebrow at your look of fluster, before returning his attention back to the woman hovering close next to him.

Before anyone else could speak up, a loud static-filled sound blares out from a nearby speaker, causing you to flinch and for Eden to jolt up and let out a shocked cry. James lets out a curse and glares toward the apologetic looking principal holding a microphone, who then ushers everyone to sit down as the lights begin to lessen and dim. You purse your lips as you look around in worry, you quickly noticing that all of the chairs surrounding you were currently filled. Before you could back away and find a seat elsewhere, James suddenly stands up and beckons for you to come over. He sends you a gentle smile and shakes his head as he takes in your hesitant expression, shifting his now relaxed and once again nearly sleeping daughter on his hip as he lowers himself to sit on the ground near your feet.

"I can't let you sit on the ground, especially with Eden in your arms." You protest quietly, leaning downward as you watch her eyes fully close. "I'm not letting you do anything, doll. I'm simply volunteering." James rebuts, the teasing grin on his lips causing you to bite your own to hide a smile from the spontaneous term of endearment, and his eyes follow the movement before jumping back up to yours. The air seems to dense and thicken as you two continue to look at each other, and you begin to feel overwhelmed as a variety of want and need and interest paints itself of James' face as he stares up at you in the now barely lit room. His body warmth purges against you with how close he is, and you have to stop yourself from jolting as Jason faces him and starts up a brand-new conversation, the bassist unknown of the tension in between the two of you and what he just broke.

James sends you a barely concealed wink before resting back against the front of your legs and turning his head to join in on the quiet conversation with Jason, who's sat next to him with a hand comfortingly rubbing small circles into his niece's relaxed back.

You try to focus in on what the principal is droning on about, but the effort turns futile as your legs begin to vibrate from the father's answering laughter and your eyes keep compulsively checking up on the now sleeping young girl, who's quickly beginning to grow on you, her father and his bandmates included. Smiling tiredly at the thought, you fight back a yawn as you feel James place some of his weight on the tops of your knees, the strangely comforting addition and gesture making the urge to close your eyes too strong to resist as time goes on.

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A large and loud collection of relieved sighs echo out around the room and land beside you in a cacophony of noise, causing you to open your eyes and slowly readjust to your surroundings. You wince as the light in the auditorium begins to brighten once again, and you furrow your eyebrows as you realize you're unable to use and move your legs to fully sit back up. Looking down, a smile begins to grow on your lips as you take in the sight before you. James' head lies and rests back on your kneecaps, his lips partially open as he steadily breathes in and out, with his left arm and hand wrapped protectively around Eden, who's still asleep on his shoulder and chest.

You shift over to try and nudge Kirk to share the view with him of the father and daughter duo but have to end up holding in a laugh instead, as soon as you see him sprawled out and deeply asleep in the seat next to you. Lars sends you a gentle smile as he makes eye contact with you, before nodding down at your lower half.

"It's been a long week for all of us, especially James. Damn near tried kicking his own ass when he wasn't able to be the one to drop her off on her first day." He whispers, his accent soothing in the low tone and his eyes softening as he watches his bandmate and close friend sleep. You look down at the man's face resting against you and feel sympathy as you take in the slight bags underneath his eyes, fighting back the urge to run your fingers through his long hair sprawled out against your hips and thighs.

You hold in a gasp as you feel his fingertips twitch against your ankle, his right hand seemingly wrapped around your limb in a subconscious embrace the entire time the both of you had drifted off and slept.

"I probably shouldn't tell you this, and I'll most definitely blame this on the vodka I snuck in here about three hours ago, but," your eyes widen in shock as the drummer grins at you tipsily, before shrugging carelessly and continuing. "They've had a rough last couple of years, with the band blowing up and us having to leave intermittently to go on tour states away and overseas. They both get attached real easily, and Eed is getting to that age where she's starting to question why people stop showing up at their doorstep. I know you're just a teacher at her school, and not even specifically her own, but if you're going to just hang around for a little while and then end up leaving in the end, I recommend you do it now. She's already lost a mother figure, and she doesn't need the other one to be fully gone off after another woman leaves again either."

You try to blink away the sting enveloping in your eyes as Lars' tone of voice becomes more weighted and serious, the drastic change in conversation and topic making you feel uncomfortable and on edge. "Where is this coming from? I don't understand." You trail off, the lighthearted feeling in your chest now gone as your hands reach up to wrap around your forearms in much needed self-comfort.

"I'm not saying this with any ill intention. I think it's great that you've been able to bond with the kid so quickly and easily, and I genuinely like you. But you're new, and you're the youngest teacher who's been accepted to teach here in the past few years we've been visiting. Getting too close to a student so fast and having their father be so attracted to you on the jump isn't the smartest and best thing for you to get yourself involved in. And it won't be easy either, so if this isn't what you're prepared to sign up for, it's your time to leave."

"I don't think that's your place to say, man." Jason adds in from below, his face set in a grimace as he looks up and sees the carefully placed neutral look on your face. You take in a deep inhalation and send them both a fictious smile, before gently tapping the father on his back to wake him up.

James sits up straight as you come into view, and confusion immediately sets in as he sees the downtrodden and uncharacteristic expression on your face. "What's going on?" He asks you, looking down at Eden and letting out a relieved breath as soon as his eyes land on her still sleeping form. "Excuse me." You whisper out, before hastily standing up and trying to make your way through the crowd.

Lars lets out a scoff as he watches your retreating figure disappear in the pit of people, ignoring the feeling of his heart dropping in his chest as his eyes catch sight of your hiccupping and rising and falling shoulders. "Figures." He grits out, hiding his dismay and disappointment behind his raised cup as he finishes the rest of its contents. Kirk groans as he stretches out his tense joints, his eyes immediately darting to your now empty and cold chair. "Where'd she go?" He asks innocently, his question going unanswered as James' sight zeroes in on his abnormally quiet and fidgety bandmate.

"What the hell did you do?" James asks the drummer, now wide awake and glaring at his guilty looking, long time best friend. Jason reaches forward to carefully detach his niece from his friend's shoulders, and places her in his arms instead. Kirk perks up as the bassist cocks his head to the side, insinuating for them to move and make some distance from their other bandmates. "Lars said some shit to the new teacher that he shouldn't have. It was way too soon." Jason explains, saving the man beside him the wasted breath of asking what was going on again.

Kirk sends Lars an exasperated look, the drummer catching it and looking down at his feet as James berates him from only a handful of feet away. Letting out a sigh and leaning against the tiled wall behind him, Kirk sighs out and glances at your empty seat once again.

"What else is new."

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James lets his shoulders slump down in automatic reassurance at the sight of you alone, the relief hitting him full swing as he finds you outside and not already running for the hills.

"He didn't have the right to say all of that to you." James says in greeting, making sure to maintain a few feet of distance in between the two of you as he watches you tense up and only partially glance his way. "He's just looking out for you, I get that. The harshness of his tone is what got to me, is all." you breathe out through a forced, shuttering laugh. The frontman's eyes widen as he takes in your tear tracked and stained cheeks.

"He saw me break down after Eden's mom left, and he's been overprotective of me ever since." You shake your head and send him a small smile, before lifting yourself up to sit on the freezing cold brick wall behind you. "You don't have to explain yourself to me, James. You don't owe me anything." James fights back a shudder as he hears you say him name for the first time, the calming and stabilizing tone giving him enough bravery to step forward and closer to you.

"I do owe you, a few things, actually. This morning I was stuck in a meeting, almost close to tearing my own hair out while talking about the next album release and feeling like absolute shit at having to beg my clearly exhausted bandmate to take my daughter to school, because I couldn't. The very same bandmate of mine who feels like he's always being judged when he comes over to this side of town. So, while I'm stressed out and pacing around and hoping to God that my daughter makes it on time to her first day of the new school year, I get a call from one of my best friend's and immediately start to feel better."

You listen to him vehemently, unable to hold his intense eye contact as he stops only a few inches away from you. James has to physically stop himself back from reaching out and holding onto you and pleading for you to look up at him.

"Kirk tells me that he meets an amazing girl, pretty close to us in age range. And not only does she make him feel welcomed and understood within the first few minutes of him meeting and speaking to her, but she's also able to easily calm down my clearly distraught and upset daughter, who just wants to stay at home and spend some time with her irresponsible dad."

You let out an airy gasp as he places his left hand on top of yours and interlaces your fingers together. You look up in his eyes and remain that way until he begins to speak again, and even after that.

"And then I make my way over here once classes are done. And I'm stressed out and running all around the school looking for my little girl, who I just so happen to find in your arms and looking up at you like you just stole the sun and handed it to her on a silver platter. I haven't seen Eden look so relaxed and content with anyone who isn't part of the band or an immediate family member. And then I see the way you look at her, all unassuming and caring and understanding. So, when Lars said I'm attracted to you, he wasn't wrong with that. I think you're beautiful, but not just in the physical sense. I think you're light, and I think you're the positivity that the both of us may just need."

James moves forward until his chest is pressed against yours, and you blink back tears as you stare into his honest eyes. You take in a deep breath before you begin to speak, your heart pounding just from the close proximity.

"I think you're a pretty good dad," You start, letting out a wet laugh as James' eyebrows furrow at your words. "Let me finish. I think you're too hard on yourself, and I think if I went up and asked anyone who knows or knew you, they'd immediately agree. Your eyes lit up as soon as you saw Eden, who then met with you halfway with so much enthusiasm and glee. If you were an absent or poor parent, she wouldn't have reacted that way towards you. I've been around enough bad parents to know that, at the very least. You care so much about her education and her being on time for her first day of school, that you sent Kirk over to take her, even though you knew that you would feel guilty after by just having him drop her off." You place a light fingertip on the bottom of his chin as he looks back at you with wide, encapsulating eyes. You hold back a smile as the stubble of his facial hair tickles the tip of your finger.

"I think you need to give yourself some more credit. Because you barely know me, and yet you're standing out in the middle of the freezing cold with me in the pitch black, making sure that I'm okay." James grins at you softly and shakes his head to ground himself and to remind himself that this moment is real, before reaching up to encircle his large and calloused hand around your wrist. He presses a warm and reassuring kiss on your fingertip and watches intently as a bright flush makes its way up to the apples of your cheeks.

"I'm not sure where pursuing this is going to take me, but I hope it takes me somewhere with you. From the moment I heard about you, I was interested. But from the moment I saw you, I was completely fucked," you laugh loudly at the vulgarity of his words, causing James' smile to increase tenfold and his dimpled cheeks to become sore from the stretch. "So, if you would allow me, I'd like to kiss the ever-living shit out of you, and then get my daughter and go get us some dinner."

"You're going to take your daughter out to dinner and leave me here alone? A table for two?" You tease, letting out a shocked inhalation as he loops his fingers inside of your skirt's belt notches to yank you forward.

"Add one more." James murmurs, before grabbing onto your waist and leaning forward to attach his smile to yours. Warmth fills you as the hands gripping your waist slide around your middle and envelop you into a tight hug, your lips parting as his tongue sneakily peeks out to taste the bare skin of your bottom lip. James slides his tongue against yours and groans at the taste of you, before letting out a guttural moan against your mouth as you intertwine your fingers in the strands of his slightly curled hair and yank. You smirk against him before slowly leaning back, feeling triumphant as you take in the drunken and swept away look on his face.

"So, where are you taking us to dinner?" You breathe out cheekily, watching with humor-filled eyes as the man in front of you has to visibly collect himself. "Wherever you want and whatever you want, just so long as I can experience that again."

You bite your bottom lip and grin widely at him, glancing away from James as the opening of the main doors momentarily steals your attention. Jason makes his way out first, his expression turning hopeful as he takes in the happy looks on your faces, Eden slowly coming back to in his arms and letting out a quiet yawn against his jacket. Kirk comes out next and hot on his tail, his face lifting as he looks in between the two of you, before suddenly turning smug. "I knew leaving the two of them alone would be a good idea." He announces into the cold and frigid air, his adorable and crooked smile a contrasting brightness in the night's dark.

"And none of this would have even happened if it wasn't for me and my inability to keep my fucking mouth shut," Lars nearly shouts, looking over at you with an apologetic and small smile as the door behind him slams shut. "Sorry about that, by the way." You wave a hand at him and gently guide him out of the way as other attendees tiredly make their way out, and you hold back a laugh as the teacher from earlier gapes at the position you two relax in.

"See you on Monday!" You say to her as a farewell, quiet and unmanageable laughter jostling you to the core as you watch her nearly stumble as she shakes her head, before walking forward with a disbelieving grin on her lips.

Eden beams at you once you come into her line of view, after she fully raises her head and looks around. She hurriedly taps on Jason's shoulder to be let down, nearly running over to the two of you before her feet are able to fully hit the ground. You lift her up to sit her on the brick wall beside you and quickly place her hands in the large pocket of your coat nearest to her. "Warm enough?" You ask her, a seemingly permanent contentment filling you to the brim as she smiles up at you and nods enthusiastically.

The other men all quickly say their goodbyes in order of who they're closest to and turn to run towards the SUV they made their way over in, while you encircle your arms around the younger as the three of you hastily make your way over to your car. You quietly thank James by placing a kiss on his cheek as he takes Eden from your arms and guides her into the back seat. You smile widely as the man before you turns bright red, before hopping into the driver's sides seat as the wind begins to pick up.

"So, where are you taking us to dinner?" James mimics you from earlier, causing you to let out a huff of laughter as you turn the temperature dials to the right to blast the heat. You look in the rearview mirror and smile to yourself as you watch Eden strap herself in and make herself comfortable. You lean over to place a meaningful kiss on James' lips as a response once you're sure the younger isn't looking and find complete and utter fulfillment in the look of bliss on your handsome man's face.

Wherever the two of you will and may be, just add one more.

Leap Of Faith ✩ James Hetfield (18+)

Trepidation seems to add weight to your already boot-laden legs as you slowly make your way through the long line in front of the now crowded venue, the heaviness of anxiety in your chest making you want to retreat with every decelerate inch you trudge forward. The sounds of yelling and the feeling of unknown shoulders and elbows digging their way into your upper and lower back would usually make you feel unsettled and unsafe, but in this instance, it was the complete opposite. It made you feel less alone and more accompanied, and you didn't realize how much you needed the unspecified consolation until you eventually make your way into the cooling air of the quickly filling up concert arena.

You blearily squint as you trek your way past the double doors and clearly overworked staff members, the cowboy hat nestled on the top of your head seemingly now only becoming useful once you fully get inside, the earlier sun still feeling like it's searing its imprint into the bare and now sunburnt skin of your neck and shoulders.

The anticipation from the dozens of thousands of fans around you fill the already heady air and make it feel almost thickened and condensed as you nearly stumble forward in haste for a good spot, hoping to be on an outer side of the crowd in case you needed to make a break for it or hide. You let out a sigh of relief once you see a small pocket of empty space near the edge of the barrier nearest to the front stage steps, and you rapidly duck under a multitude of raised limbs to shuffle over to the limited clearance.

You toss a halfhearted and much too quiet apology over your shoulder as you narrowly miss colliding with an already heavily inebriated fan and lift your perspired hands to encircle them around the cool metal in front of you. You lean your hipbones against the lower part of the barrier to help steady yourself as a thick wave of bombarding and impatient devotees rush their way forward, as the lights on the stage begin to dim and background music begins to play.

Excitement and dread thrum through you and almost mimic the rhythm of the beat booming out of the side speakers, and for a moment, you almost curse yourself for being foolish enough to make your way all the way out here- a handful of towns over to see a group of old friends that most likely won't be able to pick you out of the crowd or care enough to acknowledge you from it. But at the same time, you didn't want to be seen. A good majority of you just wanted to ease the worry in you by seeing them in person, just this once to see if they were actually okay. The juxtaposition of being too afraid to reach out after all that had happened, and yet being brave enough to make the ignorant leap of faith to come and see them live grates through you, and you miss the telltale screams of the fans greeting the members as they make their way out on stage while you're grappling with your thoughts.

You only begin to look up at the stage from the solid ground beneath you once you hear the background music stop, and a familiar voice encapsulate and envelop the attention of not only you, but the thousands of other strangers around you. Your breath is taken away from you once you're able to readjust your eyesight to the bright and automatic lights moving around the center stage, the members closest to you looking so much healthier and better off than when you saw them last. Relief floods through you in an instant, nearly knocking away all of the regret of you coming out here straight away.

Lars beams from his drum set that's located near the back of the stage, and the large smile he wears on his face makes your heart clench in your chest with elation. The last time you had seen him, he was crying in your arms and hesitating to get onto the newer and bigger tour bus that was awaiting him. The words he screams into the microphone as he waves his drumsticks up and around in the air don't seem to fully register with you, as your eyes slide on over to Kirk. Kirk's eyes are wide and all-encompassing as they scour the large and lively arena, gratefulness painted on his facial features as he clutches onto the instrument in his hands. You get a flashback of the two of you lying out on your old rickety couch together and gushing about shared dreams of getting out of town and doing your own things, and a warm flush of pride alights within you as you see how far he has come and how much he's already accomplished. Jason grins out at the crowd, his expression a bit more sheepish and reserved, but still beaming and full of joyous glee. You hadn't known him for very long or spoken to him much before everything had fallen apart and ended, but you knew he was kind and that he worked his ass off to get to where he was today. They all had.

Your eyes seem to shudder to a stop before they could even peer over at the frontman who you used to be closest with. As if the simple sight of seeing him in real life instead of on the front cover of a magazine would crumble you- and your assumption was correct. As soon as you allow yourself to look over at him, an uncomfortable twinge in your middle ricochets and launches against your ribcage as your eyes rest upon him, and you have to forcefully inhale a rough breath to stop yourself from crying on the spot. James still looks the same, except a few years older and with facial hair. But you could recognize those eyes in any crowd and at any given moment. The same eyes that had originally stared through you and asked if you were alright almost six years ago, that fated and drunken night you two had stumbled into each other. Back when Metallica barely even had its name, and they were living in an apartment that was about as stable as a cardboard box in the wind. The same eyes that would crinkle up on the sides when you made him laugh hard enough and took him out to temporarily get away from all of the bullshit life had to offer at the time, with the other boys included and sometimes tagging along. The same eyes that begged you to come with them that day, paired along with the same mouth that never verbally asked you to. You glance away to look at the spot Cliff would usually stand at during the beginning of shows, and you have to close your eyes to steady yourself and push those debilitating thoughts away. He was at peace now, and you were still trying to figure out how to find your own with the loss. You could still hear his soft laughter and high rants and smell his all-surrounding cigarette and herb smoke. He was such a force to be reckoned with. He still is, to you at the very least, and he always will be.

"Are you ready to fucking rock?" James screams into the microphone before him, and the sound of his voice makes you jolt and recenter. You couldn't help but let out a small huff of laughter as the other boys recant the question and scream out their own answers, before immediately jumping into their first song like it was second nature. You watch them with rapt attention, your eyes flickering from each musician on stage, and you felt a familiar sting behind your eyelids as you watched them go. The feeling of bittersweetness is trampled on by an immense proudness, and the dread you felt earlier on soon begins to feel like the excitement that surrounds you. Before you could even wrap your head around it and second guess things, you were jumping with the rest of the crowd, the nape of your neck cracking out a protest as you headbanged in tandem with the men on stage and their fellow fans.

The ground beneath you vibrated and shook you to the core as you bounced up and down, the cowboy hat and elastic in your hair sliding out and off and landing elsewhere as you sang along, your hair landing messily on your reddened and sensitive skin whenever your feet hit the ground. The hands you had wrapped around the barrier in front of you raise and bop with the cacophony of beats ramming their way out of the ginormous speakers around the venue, and you laugh aimlessly as you imitate the drum solo Lars was currently breezing through without missing a single beat.

James' voice reverberates and creates a rough and harmonic sound that feels like it carries everyone's weight in the room, and you couldn't help but attach your gaze to him and hold onto it as he grips the microphone and belts out the lyrics with all of his might. Your hands reach back down to grip onto the metal once again as you gasp for breath, and the lack of oxygen makes you feel high, causing you to lean forward and let out an exhilarated exhalation. You throw your head back and freeze in place as your hair slings back to smack against the top of your spine, and your eyes unintentionally latch onto Jason's. Blue, wide eyes stare back down at you in shock, and he lets out a startled curse as his calloused fingertip stutters on a guitar string. You both wince harshly as the sound cries out in opposition to the original sounding note and the song they were currently performing. Kirk looks over at him in confusion, before following his line of sight and halting all of his movements. His eyes begin to water as soon as he recognizes you, which is immediately. The excitement and enjoyment you felt only moments before turns back into dread as you see a heartbroken expression replace his earlier shock, and you quickly push yourself away from the barricade and look over your shoulder to see if you could still exit as easily as you thought you could have earlier. Jason quickly catches on to what you're trying to do, and he shakes his head in disbelief before falling back into synch with their drummer and frontman, who were still blissfully unaware about what was currently going on. The bassist takes one look over at his downtrodden friend and bandmate and decides that he has to at least try to get you all back together once again, somehow.

Jason clenches his jaw as he watches you try to find an escape, before motioning down at the dutiful security guard closest to him and nodding his head towards you. The bassist flicks his chin in the direction of the staircase nearest to where you're stood and sends the curious guard a wink. Jason walks back to his original place on stage and grins to himself as he keeps watch on the now understanding and on-board security guard making his way on over to your trembling form.

Your eyes widen as you see a tall and unknown muscular man make his way over to you, and you take a large step back as his shirt comes into view. "I'm going to need you to come with me, miss," the man tries to yell out to you coherently, his face settling into a grimace as he tries to beckon you forward and presses his ribs into the barricade. "Someone in the band would like to talk to you, so just give me your hand and I'll lift you over the barrier." You quickly go to shake your head and reject his offer, but as you try to take another step backwards and make a left for your original exit, you realize that it's now blocked with another growing pit of shoving fans trying to get a better and clearer view of the stage.

You run your hand through your hair and tug against the roots as you admit defeat, closing your eyes momentarily to ready yourself for the upcoming lift and the possibility of being fully exposed to the entirety of the band. You shakily grab ahold of the security guard's hand as he holds it out for you so he can use the leverage to tug you closer, and you place your weight on your front to make it easier for him to lift you up by your waist and over the metal bars. You make overwrought eye contact with Jason as you're placed over and on to their walkway that's about a handful of feet closer to the stage, and you quickly look away as he sends you a second glance full of worry and guilt.

"I don't know what's going on, but if you need me to escort you through the back and into the second level of the parking lot, I can do that for you. I might be working for them for the next few nights, but it isn't going to sit well with me knowing that I'm coercing you into being around a group of famous men with a look on your face like that."

You peer up at the slightly greying male with the uneasy and hesitant look on his face, and you send him what you hope looks like a small and placating smile. You go to speak and reassure the man but pause as a voice you could never forget calls for the music to stop, and you hear your name being called out from only a few yards away.

Bright and wild blue eyes stare over at you, filled with utter disbelief and pure confusion. A yellow stage light bleeds out on top of his curly mane, propelling the illusion of a halo around his head as the color of his eyes seem to intensify the longer you stare back at him.

Lars slowly stands up from behind his set and walks over to pause next to Kirk, before walking up even closer to the edge of the center stage and squatting down to level eye contact with the security guard still standing next to you, semi-protectively. "Take her backstage and make sure she doesn't leave," he starts, before blinking rapidly and glancing away to catch his bearings. "We've got some catching up to do." Tears spring to your eyes as you watch an array of emotions vary on each of their faces, and you seem to feel nothing but weighed down and at fault for the sudden disappearance of their earlier happiness. The adrenaline that ran through you while you were waiting outside in line is now long gone, and now all you wanted to do was go home and come to terms with the fact that they seem like they've been much happier since you've been gone.

"I don't think that's such a good," you start before you're quickly cut off by James, who's first single word to you in almost two years is, "Please." You hesitantly look over at him and almost flinch at the despondent and lost expression on his face, and you felt like you could do nothing else but agree. You knew that you owed them that much, even if you were the only one that was left behind. They all seem to partially settle down once you nod in agreement, and they all agree to continue and finish their concert before coming backstage to talk to you and make plans.

After you're wished good luck and a good night by the kind security guard, you're left to sit around in their dressing room, the feeling of being left in the wrong room apparent in you as you take in the absence of the usual vodka bottles and empty beer cans you're used to being scattered all over the floor.

✩

"Why do you think she's here?" Lars asks quietly as they make their way down a hidden flight of stairs once they've finished up their concert, the sweat pouring down them causing whatever articles of clothing they still have on to stick to their skin like an uncomfortable second layer. "And why did she look like she was ready to bolt once Newsted got security to pick her out of the crowd?" Kirk inquires, the deep frown on his face a rarity, causing James to lunge forward and yank on the back of his neck playfully until he begins to smile once again.

"She can probably still hear all of you." Jason quips up from behind the anxious trio, pointing at their room's door, which just so happens to be wide open and no more than a handful of feet away. Lars flushes and briefly hesitates before being the first one to walk in, Kirk soon following after him and grabbing onto the backing of his jeans for leverage.

"Why'd you get security to invite her over the barricade?" James asks their bassist once the other two men are further into their dressing room and out of earshot. Jason lets out a tired sigh and walks a few feet away in the opposite direction, before beckoning James to do the same.

"It's been two years since any of you have spoken to her, and she randomly shows up to one of our shows, which just so happens to be the one closest to the town you guys said goodbye to her in. It seems to me like she needs some sort of closure. And after the near year she spent taking care of all of us after I was brought in and you were all still grieving, it felt like the least that I could do. No matter the circumstances," Jason gives his friend a onceover before continuing. "Are you honestly upset with me inviting her, or are you upset that she didn't come willingly and on her own volition? Because with the way we all left her once we had album preparation and had to move because of production, I'd say the only one who has the right to be upset right now is her."

"She never asked to come with us." James says as a weak rebuttal, feeling helpless and out of his element, meanwhile his bandmate seems to understand both sides so easily.

"And you never asked her to. With all of the heavy drinking and the mourning and other substances, what young woman would want to be around that? Especially if all she can do is just stand around and watch the rest of her closest friends suffer," Jason claps his friend on the back comfortingly, before hiking his shirt over his head and groaning in disgust at the sound it makes while he removes it and tosses it into a nearby laundry bag. "She lost someone she loved and considered a brother that night too, and then a year later we all hitched a ride on our new tour bus and neither side reached out to each other, both too scared of what the other would have to say. If you're wondering what she's doing here, she's probably wondering why the hell we aren't in the room with her and the rest of the guys, trying to figure everything out."

"You're right. I'm sorry, man." James murmurs out tiredly, before taking in a deep breath and raising a hand to rub it down his face in defeat. "This all just came out of nowhere. Seeing her look so frazzled and afraid and out of her element just got to me, and I don't know what to do. I don't know how to take all of this in right now. I don't know how to make things right."

"The first thing you can do to make things right is make your way through that door and hear her side, and then you can tell her yours. We don't know why she came out here tonight, but what we all can do is listen."

✩

You lie your head back on the sofa and breathe out a shaky exhale, trying to quietly prepare yourself for the conversations that should have happened years ago. Anxious thoughts run through your mind as footsteps pitter near the doorway and then walk away multiple times, and each time you look over, it's either an arena associate or a disgruntled and irritated looking manager. You let out a discomforted sound before standing up after about an hour or two, the heels of your feet feeling like pins and needles from sitting in place and not moving around for such a long time.

You wring your hands together behind your back and stretch out your tense shoulder blades, taking a break from walking in circles in the too-bright room as a familiar looking piece of string dangles from an overly large duffle bag not too far away from you. Your curiosity gets the best of you, and you meekly make your way over to the items before squatting down, making sure not to touch the bag or anything attached to it more than necessary.

Your eyes widen as the bright and unique colors of the friendship fabric bracelets you and James had originally bought for each other years ago come into view as you level your height down to peek at them, your eyebrows furrowing as you realize that he has yours wrapped around his in a double knot. The same fabric bracelet you were told you lost days before they left and moved out of town, over two years ago. Your wrap your left thumb and index finger around it and smile to yourself at the feeling of the soft texture, before nearly jumping in place as a voice carefully speaks up from behind you.

"That's James' bag, has been for the past few years. Refuses to let anyone touch it, because he doesn't want anyone to try and remove the bracelets from each other." Kirk says softly, as if he's afraid that raising his voice might scare you off. Lars watches you intently by his side, his neutral facial expression only wavering when he makes eye contact with you. "He's kept them this entire time? He told me I lost mine before you guys left." Kirk winces at the end of your statement and temporarily looks away before explaining.

"He told you that so he could go back to the store you two bought yours from and see if he could add on any additional colors for the two of us, as a surprise for you. Didn't want to waste the money buying us individual one's, because we couldn't hold on to something if you threw it at us and paid us money to beforehand." You were smiling at the self-deprecation before you could even help it, and the boys share a quick grin at the first look of happiness they've seen on your face since the day before they moved back out to California.

"There aren't any new colors added on, though." You muse, standing back up to your full height and pausing as you turn and see James watching you three from the doorway, a careful look on his face. The frontman pushes himself off of the aged wood and slowly makes his way into the room, Jason soon entering behind him and sending you a soft smile as he does so. You send one back, happy to see him, regardless of the mess he could have just gotten you in.

"By the time we heard about management wanting to move us out of state for higher production and future album releases, it was too late for me to head over and figure it out. Doesn't mean I'd ever forget about something I wanted to do for you. I would never." You look down at your feet as James delicately brushes against you to get over to the nearest sofa, and you hold back a shiver as you watch his hands clench into fists afterwards, as if he was holding himself back from reaching out and holding you.

Lars purposefully clears his throat and nods in the direction of where James is sat, hiding a grin behind a raised hand as you're directed to sit next to him on the small two-seater. You look straight ahead as you make your way over to your old best friend and sit down as far away as you possibly can, the entirety of the left side of your body nearly on top of him despite your best efforts. Jason sends the Dane a knowing look, before lying halfway down on the large loveseat on the other side of the room, letting an audible cheeky laugh reverberate around the soundproof room as Lars and Kirk groan out loud in unison and slump toward the uncomfortable leftover metal chairs.

You frown and go to stand up and offer one of them your seat, before freezing as a large and hot palm slides over to rest against the middle of your thigh to hold you in place. Your throat shudders as you dryly swallow, James' thumb momentarily caressing your bare skin before freezing in place. "Don't. They've been hyperactive little shits since this morning. This can be considered their fifteen-minute timeouts."

"As if you could even last that long." One of them mutters under their breath, causing the entire room to burst out into laughter, the innuendo taking out all four of you at once. You press a hand against your mouth as you hunch over from the force of the abrupt laughter, and you feel lighter than you've felt in months, surrounded by the few people you've ever truly felt at peace with. The silence that follows after slowly causes your smile to slip, but with James' hand still on you and the tenseness in the air gone for now, you decide to be grateful for what you have at the moment and stick with it for as long as you can. You softly speak up, suddenly feeling brave enough to explain your side of the story.

"I didn't forget about you guys," you start, promise. "When I found out that the move was being talked about for over a month before I even heard about it, I was really hurt. You guys moved two days after I found out, and I couldn't even wrap my mind around the fact that I was losing even more people that I care about, because you were already gone by then." Your voice wilts as a tear makes its way down your cheek, and you welcome James' thumb as he lightly brushes it away. Jason silently makes his way over to you, kneeling and then fully sitting down by your feet and taking ahold of your hand that's closest to him.

"But I feel like I lost you guys when I lost Cliff. Afterwards, nothing was the same. I didn't expect it to be, but it seemed like no one else was trying as hard I as was to make things as best as they could be. You guys started drinking heavily and having nightmares that I couldn't take away, no matter how hard I tried to. Jason was treated like shit for months for no reason and because of that he isolated himself, and I was left to hold back your hair every night when you all got sick in rotation from drinking and taking too much than you could handle. By the time things slowly started to settle and grieving our brother didn't feel like pulling teeth, I only had a month with you guys left before the record company wanted you to up and leave. I didn't reach out to speak to any of you, because I was afraid. Afraid that I'd end up getting a call or a letter in the mail telling me that I've lost the rest of you in another wreck, or that one day the letters would stop because you'd eventually forget about me and move on. No one here did anything wrong, and I don't blame anyone for anything that has happened."

You look up and see James watching you with a tender expression on his face, his eyes blinking rapidly as if he was holding back tears. Lars has silent tear tracks running down his now flushed cheeks, and Kirk just looks heartbroken. His face is resting in a trembling hand and his eyes are bright red. Jason squeezes your hand and sends you an unstable smile, silently urging you to continue.

"But I need you all to know that I'm not upset with any of you, I'm just extremely proud. I've been keeping up with your music, and when I saw you all perform, it made me feel alive. Cliff is still with all of us and to see all of the effort and exertion you guys put into making everything as amazing as it was tonight, I know he'd be so damn proud. I came here tonight to see my old best friends kick ass, and to make sure that you lot are as happy as you seem to be. And I can leave here tonight knowing that it's true."

All three of them seem to freeze in place as your last words resound around the room, and James begins to tense up beside you. "You're leaving again? After we make amends and we're good, you're going to just leave?" James asks you, his voice heavy with hurt, and you watch with wide eyes as he hastily removes his hand from you and stands up from the sofa.

"James," you start, before promptly shutting your mouth and making yourself small in the cushions as he glares over at you from where he's stood.

"That was your plan all along, right? Come here, get rid of your guilty conscience, make amends and act like everything is fine, and then leave us here to miss you again. That's fucked. This is all so fucked."

"That isn't true, James and you know it." Lars speaks up, his own voice sounding extremely exhausted and dilapidated. Kirk nods beside him, sitting up straight and trying to refocus as the mood in the room begins to darken again. Jason rests an arm against your kneecap and send his bandmate a sharp and warning look, before letting out a sound of frustration as James storms his way out of the room and down the never-ending hallway. Lars repositions himself in his chair and goes to push himself up, but you gently remove Jason's arm from you and stand up instead, the urge to make sure James is alright too strong for you to ignore.

"It's alright. I'll do it, I'll go check on him. I came here and started this clusterfuck, I might as well clean it up myself." You quickly wave off their worries of you heading off on your own, and you reassure them by writing down their dressing room's number in case you get lost. The second you leave their company and the room, your shoulders immediately lower and tears cling to your eyelashes. You take in a deep breath and stabilize yourself whenever someone sends you a worrisome glance, refusing to allow yourself to break down until you know that he's okay and he's in front of you. You're halfway down the hall and almost close to panicking before a red stairs sign beams its way down to you almost knowingly, and you swiftly press down on the latch and launch yourself up the nearest flight of stairs. The sound of the heels of your boots harshly meeting and smacking against the tile beneath you remind you of the sound of you and James when you'd dance in your old, shared home, and you force yourself to go even faster.

You gasp for air as you clutch onto the railing on top of the highest flight of stairs, before letting out a relieved huff as you find a familiar looking boot left behind to hold the roof's door open. You push the hair away from your now sweat-clad face, and carefully shove the door open wider, making sure that it doesn't fully close behind you and lock you two out.

James lets out a sarcastic sound as he halfheartedly acknowledges you walking over, and you frown at the condescending sound. "I thought you'd be gone already. Have anything else to get off your chest before you make your two-hour drive back home?" You recoil as if you'd been hit, before gritting your teeth and spitting out the first words that come to mind.

"Fuck you."

James freezes in shock before pushing himself off of the roof's railing, his face setting into a deadly glare as he stalks his way over to you. "What did you just say to me?"

"I said, fuck you," you calmly raise your hand before continuing, it quickly becoming a fist as he tries to talk over you. "I was trying to be kind and supportive, because I care about you, I care about all of you. But you know what, you can go and fuck yourself. You weren't the only one who was left behind. I had no one in town and I was left in a four bedroom house, stuck paying the rent by myself while you went on to tour the states we spoke about going to together. I cried, for weeks, terrified that one of you would get hurt out on the road, I couldn't go into your guys' bedrooms until your scents were completely gone, and I had to leave the house behind because I couldn't afford it on my own. So, before you continue to belittle me and talk to me like I'm little to nothing, let me remind you that you had three of my closest friends with you the entire time you felt lonely, meanwhile I was actually the one that had no one and was basically abandoned by everyone I thought I could call my family. You want to feel sorry for yourself and be mad at me because I said I was going to leave once we make amends, then fine, go for it. But don't forget to show me some respect, when all I ever did was be there for you. I never expected anything in return, except for a solid goodbye. And you couldn't even give me that."

You go to storm off, before turning around to face him once again. "And just to let you know, I made myself another friendship bracelet," you kick off a boot and raise your ankle until it's near his eye level. "I added red, because I missed you and it's always been your favorite color." You shake your head in disbelief as he just stands there in shock, his mouth left wide open and his hands grasping at the limited space between you.

"And to think I've been stuck chasing stupid, in love with you this entire time."

✩

The tears you held in for more than long enough finally make their way down your cheeks and eventually down to your neck as you race your way back down to the floor level, to say goodbye to the other guys and make your way back home. You begin to skip steps, ignoring the twinges of pain with every moderate jump you take to speed up as James chases after you, your name sounding pained and guttural every single time he screams it out.

Your chest throbs in pain and your lungs forcibly constrict themselves for air once you finally get to the last flight, refusing to slow for a breather when you know James is only a few steps behind.

You let out a yelp as the first floor door is yanked open from behind you as you hurry your way down the now deserted hallway of the arena, your eyes widening as rough and calloused hands lift you off of the ground from behind and toss you over a wide and broad shoulder.

"Let me down! What the hell is wrong with you?" You yell, gasping out as a large palm smacks against your backside and holds you down in place, the pressure of his hand pushing your pelvic region into his collarbone.

"You know what, you absolute fucking brat? I made a bracelet for you every month for the first year I was away from you, and the guys teased the hell out of me for it. I sleep on the left side of the bed, because I know you prefer the right, and for some dumbass reason I keep it open just in case you decide to come looking for me. I know I left you behind, but I didn't have a god damn choice in the matter. The boys were relying on me to keep my shit together because you weren't able to be there and help me anymore, and every time we toured in the states we spoke about going to together, I was fucking miserable the entire time. I miss you more than I can say and that frustrates me, because I should be able to express my emotions at this point, but I can't because it's you!"

James yanks you off of his shoulder and places you down delicately on the ground in front of him, the difference in between the actions making your head spin, and you grasp onto his bare forearms to steady yourself. You stare up at him in shock as you watch his anger-filled expression break down into absolute anguish in front of you.

"Fuck me because you love me, fine. But fuck you, because I love you too." James brokenly whispers, before descending down and capturing your lips with his. You let out a moan at the feeling of his facial hair roughly colliding with your cupid's bow, and you arch into his touch, opening your mouth for his tongue to slide in as he walks you backwards and towards the wall and picks you up by the backs of your thighs to lean you against it.

James uncaringly yanks your skirt up and ignores your half-muted protests as his fingers press indentions into your already reddening legs. "Tell me you want this," he groans out against you, spit slick lines disconnecting and attaching to both of your chins as his mouth kisses and licks its way down your sunburnt neck. The burn of the roughness of his tongue against the heated flesh causes you to gasp out and clench your legs around his midsection, and he grins against your collarbone as he feels your pussy pulsate against his bare chest. "Never mind, no need."

An amused sounding huff echoes its way down to the two of you, and you wildly blush in mortification as you look over and see the other three guys looking at you with horrified, amused, and slightly appraising looks on their faces. "I hate to break it to you two, but I'm exhausted and currently way too sober at the moment to fully enjoy this beautiful image in front of me. So, if you two could so kindly move the hell out of the way so I can get back to my hotel room and get smacked off my tits and then sleep for twelve hours, I would greatly appreciate it."

James rolls his eyes at his dramatic best friend's words of wisdom, before carefully sliding your skirt back down and placing you back down to stand on your own. You intently stare at the ground beneath you as the rest of the bandmates teasingly congratulate the two of you for getting your shit together, before tossing waves over their shoulders as they hurry on their way out.

Jason looks back and sends you a cheeky grin, and you send him the finger as he tosses his head back, his laughter being silenced by the door slamming shut behind him. You couldn't hold back the grin the encapsulates your face as you watch them run out towards the tour bus, and James smiles himself as you let out a laugh and lean forward to rest your head against his chest.

"What's got you so happy, huh?" James asks against you, entangling his fingers with yours and guiding you back towards their assigned room backwards as he bends down to teasingly lick along the seams of your lips. You place your feet on top of his and cheekily grin against his tongue, before you playfully bite onto it.

"Just glad this guy I've been in love with for the last three years finally got his shit together, it was getting really tiring. Too much waiting around." You tease, letting out a shriek of laughter as he bites into your neck in retaliation, only temporarily letting you go to shut the dressing room's door behind the two of you.

"You know what I heard is really cool about the guy you're into?" James asks, guiding you back until the backs of your knees hit the arm of the two-seat sofa. You reach up to wrap your arms around his neck and bring him down on top of you. "What?" you ask, the breath leaving your lungs as he lifts himself up to trail wet and hot kisses down the front of your body, slowly removing each article of clothing you have on as he makes his way down. You feel a gush of arousal soak the cotton of your underwear before he tugs it down with his grinning and sharp teeth, and you raise your hips to help him out, smiling as he places a gentle kiss to the side of your calf as a silent thanks.

James grins to himself before flipping you over and positioning you onto your knees, listening intently to each sound you make as he licks his way up to your middle, stopping right before he reaches your sex.

"The man's got amazing sound techs that are great at soundproofing dressing room's," he whispers, before roughly sucking on your clit and tangling his tongue in between your sopping wet folds. "Now scream for me."

✩

Your back arches as his sweaty palm guides you upright and into the right position, his calloused fingertips pressing into your lower back as you ride him nice and fast, sweat dripping down your body and landing on his chest in raindrops.

"So fucking good for me, princess. Just give me one more." You hoarsely cry out an inaudible disagreement, causing the man underneath you to coo and slowly stop his rough thrusting into you. You slump against him in exhaustion, every single inch of your skin from the bottom of your kneecaps up to your belly button covered in purple hued love bites, and your clit so swollen and sensitive, your walls spasm around him in a death grip whenever it grazes against James' trimmed and groomed pubic hair and toned stomach.

A warm and damp hand comes up to rub against your scalp, and you sigh out in bliss and close your eyes, before snapping them open as your guided down by your hair in a firm tug to lie down flat against him.

"You've made me wait for so long, and now you aren't going to let me have and get what I've always wanted?" He asks against your earlobe, the sweet and calming tone in his voice a drastic dissimilarity to the grip tightening on your scalp. You open your mouth in a silent gasp and dig your fingernails into the sofa cushions around each side of his head, your eyes nearly crossing and tears streaming down your face as he wraps his free arm around your waist and fucks back into you with reckless abandon.

You can only hold on as best as you possibly can as you allow him to use you, a ragged and wretched cry of a moan hurdling its way out of your chest as you orgasm for the nth time tonight, your legs turning numb and the bottom of your asscheeks beginning to bruise from the power behind his thrusts and his teasing and domineering hands.

The endless tightening around him causes James to grunt out loud and fill you to the brim with him seed, and you fully relax around him once you feel his bottom half reconnect with the ruined sofa underneath him.

James places a delicate kiss to your forehead and curls you into his chest, the rough skin of his palms dancing their way up and down your spine, and you nearly fall asleep within minutes, before tiredly humming out an answer as he begins to speak.

"Hey, doll?" James murmurs against you, absolutely spent himself and hoping to all and any higher power that he remembered to lock the door while he was backing you into the room. "How do you feel about Arkansas?" You grin against his chest and lift your own hand to rest it against the erratic pounding of his heartbeat.

"Anywhere you're going, I'm going." James grins widely, and you feel the comforting scratch of his beard on your skin as his lips stretch and show proof of how incredibly happy he is, in this very moment here, with you.

"Now, that's what I like to hear."

"Oh, fuck you."

After Afterparty ࿐ James Hetfield (18+)

Laughter bellows out of your boyfriend as you tipsily stumble forward and toward your shared hotel room for the night in haste, your right hand clumsily digging inside of your dress's hidden pocket for the key card, as alcohol laced lips lazily make their way to your neck. The sounds of the other band members and their friends and lovers never ending partying and celebrating only a few feet away, seem to dissolve and disappear as soon as James presses himself flush against your back, the comforting smell of his natural musk and whiskey emanating off of him becoming the only thing you can truly focus on as you now absentmindedly continue to search.

A flush makes its way up to your cheeks and down your chest as you successfully locate the card, and your eyes almost flutter shut as large hands come up to securely wrap themselves around your middle. A calloused and rough hand presses itself into your stomach, and you fully relax against the comforting and welcomed, added weight.

"Any reason why you're rushing us into the room we have all night, when the party's still going on with the rest of our friends?" James asks you, amused, his bottom lip distractingly caressing the sensitive skin right underneath your left earlobe. You let out a teasingly quiet hum instead of verbally answering, and grin to yourself as you feel him exhale a hearty huff of a breath against the nape of your neck in retaliation. Before he could ask any more questions, you quickly find your bearings and slide the key into its receiver and push the door open, your breath hitching in your chest as you take in the shocked silence coming from behind you.

"I was thinking," you begin, licking your lips nervously as you feel James' arms tighten around you to bring you in impossibly closer, as if he was reminding himself that you're still there and with him. "That if you can't come home with me just yet, then I'll bring a little bit of home to you."

Your eyes drift over the room and a content smile lifts your lips as you take in the handful of framed photos and memorabilia you sneakily brought with you; the jacket James lent to you on your first date strewn across the loveseat near the dresser and standing out against the all-white theme of the room. The set of matching gold bands of promise rings resting on the bedside table, mimicking the time when James surprised you the morning of your two-year anniversary. The stapled together concert tickets of your favorite band, in memory of the night he first told you he loved you and promised you forever. The scuffed up and discolored set of keys belonging to your first shared apartment, standing up proudly against the photo of you two in your now current and co-owned dream house.

You tilt your head up to press a comforting kiss against the scruff of facial hair on his chin and gently untangle his hands from you as you take a step further into the room, airy laughter filtering through your lips as you're instantly tugged back into his personal space. James rests his head on top of yours and lowers his hands down to stroke his palms against the soft skin of the insides of your wrists.

"This is amazing." James whispers, his eyes watering as he stares at the photo your friends took of the two of you on your first date together. You turn yourself around to face him and coo as you watch a stray tear slide down his beautiful, acne scarred and dimpled cheek. You lift yourself to the tips of your toes and raise a hand to use your thumb to gently brush it away, before delicately grasping onto his chin and guiding him down to your height and line of view. James looks down at you adoringly as you send him a soft smile, his own lips lifting up from the sight of yours alone.

You take in the look of genuine exhaustion on his face, the alcohol and your presence being calming enough for him to fully wind down after the three-hour concert and afterparty, and you silently tilt your head toward the bathroom. The few drinks coursing themselves through you make you feel abnormally bold and confident, and you loosely pluck at your boyfriend's sweat clad shirt.

"Take a shower with me?" You ask, your dress beginning to feel heavy and too over the top as the room's door firmly shuts and locks itself behind the two of you. James nods against your hold and lowers his head down to give you a whiskey flavored and passionate, thankful kiss, his practiced fingers instinctively reaching behind you to unclasp the seam on your dress and pull the zipper down with finesse.

"Anywhere you want to go, I'm coming with you." He responds, answers, promises. You carefully step out of the dress once James bends down to collect it, and you tug his shirt over his head as he guides you backwards, his hands reaching down to help you unbuckle his belt, as yours are unsteady. Your eyes darken as you stare down at his now bare skin, the happy trail of dirty blonde hair on his lower stomach becoming fully exposed as he pulls his boxers down. Your eyes quickly zero in on his biceps contracting from the movement, and you bring your bottom lip into your mouth, imagining yours as his. Heat begins to coil and tighten in your groin, and you feel a small surge of a pulsation make its way down to your clit.

James sucks in a deep breath once he straightens up and absorbs in the sight of you. Nipples hardening from the cool air and hair askew from the earlier wind and dancing, your doe eyes wide and pupils dilated, with a beautiful flush taking over the upper half of your body. James feels his cock begin to harden and fill, and he lets out a moan filled with pleasure just by looking at you. He quickly kicks his underwear to the side and reaches an arm out to touch you, craving the contact of your skin. Your eyelids flutter once his thick and long fingers entangle themselves into the stray baby hairs lying on the nape of your neck, and your upper half leans forward to arch into his hold right away.

"Are you still too drunk?" He asks you, worry filling his tone, even in his highly aroused state. You hastily shake your head no and rest your lower spine on the tiled wall behind you, the coldness of it making you jolt in shock and helping you sober up. Gasping as your hardened buds brush against your boyfriend's firm and muscled chest, you suddenly decide you were now wide awake and completely clearheaded, and ready to take whatever he was willing to give you.

James closes his eyes with a grunt as he feels your stomach press against his aching and pulsating dick as you purposefully brush up against him, and his fingers tighten in your mane, causing you to gasp out in the quiet bathroom and squeeze your legs shut.

"Please, I want you." You plead, your eyes blearily looking up into his as he holds you in place, his own eyes heady and weighed down with pure, adulterated lust.

"Yeah? Where do you want me, baby?" James asks you huskily, using his grip in your hair to guide you toward the see through and ceiling high, glass walls and doors of the shower. You place your hands on the door in front of you and breathe shakily against it as he removes his grip from your hair and kneels down next to your backside. Your breath fogs the glass as you feel his teeth teasingly tug your cotton underwear down your now trembling thighs, and your hips jump as he places a peck on the backs of each of your knees.

"I want you everywhere, want to feel you even after I leave." You whisper, your heart unevenly pounding in your chest as his hands dance on your skin as he stands back up. James places a gentle kiss on your shoulder and guides you back up straight, before turning you around and lifting you up. You both let out harsh pants as his cockhead brushes against your clit from the movement, and he dazedly nods, his head swimming as your legs wrap around his waist and bring his hips even closer to yours.

You encircle your arms around his broad shoulders and use the hold as leverage as you carefully lift yourself up, a moaning tearing itself through your chest as his shaft slides in between your slick and swollen folds. James lets out a curse and unwraps an arm from around you to slam one of the shower's doors open.

"Don't make me wait," you murmur against his lips shakily, your arousal beginning to bead and drip onto the tiled floor as your boyfriend hastily carries you into the compartment.

You don't even flinch as your back makes contact with the freezing cold wall, or when the water cascades down the two of you, a handful of degrees too low. Ravenous hands run their way down the both of your bodies, and the only sounds that emanate through the entire enclosed space of the hotel room are pants, whispered pleads of names, and thick droplets of water running themselves down heated and sumptuous skin.

James licks into your mouth like a starving man, craving your taste and your touch, just like you with his. You cry out his name and beg for him to touch you as his hand teasingly makes its way down your front, only stopping centimeters away from your throbbing sex each time your hips buck into his touch. Tears sting your eyes and merge into the water pouring over the two of you, and James finally relents once he sees the desperation painting itself all over your features, your begging and tears making his ballsack throb and raise with gut wrenching pleasure.

And who the hell was he to ever tell you no?

࿐

You grip onto James' soaked locks as he surges his tongue inside of your entrance, two fingers already knuckle deep inside of you and curving up to dig into your sponge-like and pleasure filled spot with ease. Your legs spasm around his shoulders and you cry out shakily as he relentlessly fucks you with his fingers and tongue, his cock hot and heavy on the shower's floor and weeping precum.

James moans against you and grins almost sadistically to himself as you scream his name, your third orgasm ripping its way out of you and causing your groin to tighten with overstimulation, your releases being back-to-back and with no breaks in between.

"Please," you sob out, your legs seizing against his scratch covered back and your arms falling limp to your sides. "No more."

James slowly removes himself from you once he laps up the entirety of your arousal and licks you clean, and you torridly blush once he comes into view. Your cum is matted in his facial hair and his expression is smug, yet also fucked out and disheveled. His hair is soaked and fully curled, matted to his forehead and cheeks and causing his usually blue eyes to look almost obsidian. You wince as he removes your legs from his shoulders, and annoyance runs through you as he lets out a huff filled with amusement, his eyes staring down at your twitching and oversensitive cunt.

Your swollen and hickey bruised pussy pulses out another beading of arousal as you take in his still hungry expression, and you shakily make your way onto your knees, ignoring his new surprised and worried looks. You guide your perplexed boyfriend onto his back, before straddling him and reaching down to enclose your hand around his red and leaking dick. James moans and pants out harshly as you roughly squeeze his shaft and trace the fingertip of your thumb alongside the pulsating vein underneath his tip.

You watch in satisfaction as his mouth falls open into a perfect O as you bring his length up to your entrance and insert his tip into your tight heat, and you smoothly make your way down until your reddened asscheeks meet his trembling hips to the hilt. James stares up at you with wide and dazed eyes, seemingly unable to speak, and your smirk to yourself, feeling just as he had earlier.

"Where do you need me, baby?" You mockingly ask him, before steadily squatting down on top of him and riding him for all he's worth. You cry out in tandem as his satisfactory length hits all of your right spots, making sure to fully ride him so that every time your hips meet his, your clit rubs against his toned and heaving stomach. James stutters for breath underneath you, the now freezing cold water doing nothing to help the heat emanating from his body as you ride him until he's incoherent, his hips being held down by your hands and making him only something you can use for your own pleasure. James' eye shut at the thought, the thought making him gush precum and add even more slick to your already soaked, velvet-like walls. Your hips smack down onto his with tenacity, the sound echoing off of the walls and almost louder than the duet of the sounds of your guys' moans. You twist your hips and tremble mid-thrust, as his tip punches right against your cervix.

Mouth gaping open, you repeat the movement and sob out James' name as you orgasm once again, your vision flashing white and your pussy walls constricting against your boyfriend's dick in a death grip. James wraps his shaking arms around your shuddering figure and thrusts his hips up to meet yours, grunting as your walls accommodate and welcome him in, no matter how sensitive.

You can only hold onto his shoulders as he uses you for his own pleasure, your nails digging into his skin as he pounds and fucks into with reckless abandon. You look down into his eyes and nearly gasp as you find him looking back up at you.

"I love you, doll." He murmurs to you, the sentiment almost being drowned out by the sound of the water spurting itself out of the showerhead just a few feet away from you. You couldn't help but laugh at the inconvenient timing of his words, and he soon chuckles after you begin, his ending in a grunt as he finishes inside of you and pumps you full of his seed. Your pussy instinctively clenches around him to keep him close, not wanting to lose a single drop of his warm release.

You sigh out in relief and fully sit back down once you hear his bottom half make contact with the wet floor underneath the two of you.

"I love you too." You grin out, feeling high as you slump down against his chest and try to catch your breath. James places a delicate kiss to the crown of your head, before sliding a hand down to tap at your sore asscheek.

"Time to get up." He announces, causing your eyes to widen and for you to immediately shake your head. "James, I don't think I can walk after that."

Your boyfriend raises an eyebrow, biting back a cheeky grin and using his feet to slide you both up into a sitting position, the cool wall being a welcoming contrast to his now sore and burning back. "Shouldn't have ridden me stupid, then."

"Shouldn't have eaten me out until I nearly cried." You rebut, the building and broad smiles on your faces turning into shared, warm laughter, and you lean up to place a kiss on his bruising lips.

"I missed you," You whisper, the warm atmosphere turning soft as you peer up at him, your heart feeling full and joyous as you pick up on the devotion and love beaming from his eyes. James rubs soothing circles into your back and brings you up until your chest to chest and face to face with him. "I hope you liked my surprise."

"Sweetheart, I love anything that comes from you. And I promise to love anything and everything else that comes from you for the rest of our lives." You blink back tears, opening your mouth to say something sweet back, but pause as you feel him begin to harden inside of you once again. You look at him in disbelief and let out a giggle as he shrugs back at you with an innocent expression on his face.

"Sentimental shit gets your hard, huh?" You tease, letting out a squeal as he flips you over onto your stomach, and you place your hands on the fogged up and condensation covered shower glass wall as he situates himself on top of you in a mounting position.

"No, just you." You rest your head on your stretched out arm and shake your head in amusement, before crying out and curling your toes as he reaches that deep spot inside of you with his very first thrust, this time, with your mouth gaping open in a perfect O.

You two take full advantage of the hotel room, especially every inch of the bathroom, for the entirety of the rest of the night. And maybe for some of the morning, too.

Metallica Masterlist

⭒ James Hetfield ⭒ Requests (open)

Playtime (16+) ˚ (suggestive, bondage contemplation, ambiguous ending)

Play Me (18+) ˚ (phone sex, partial long-distance relationship, ambiguous ending)

Taste Test (18+) ⭒ (threesome with jason, vampire!au, ambiguous ending)

Summon Me (18+) It Will Come Back (18+) ˚ (demon!james, dorm sex, oral sex while standing/carrying receiver, fingering, minor blood play, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, ambiguous/happy ending)

Deprivation (18+) ˚ (breath play, hotel sex, happy ending)

Sunny Side Up (18+) ˚ (morning sex, kitchen sex, creampie, happy ending)

Missus Eat Pavement (18+) Mister Meet Gravel (18+) ˚ (rockstar!james, smalltown!reader, oral sex, ambiguous ending)

Desert Hills Motel (18+) ˚ (traveling!james, smalltown!reader, hotel sex, happy ending)

Add One More ˚ (domestic fluff, partial angst, happy ending)

Leap Of Faith (18+) ˚ (angst, backstage sex, rough sex, happy ending)

After Afterparty (18+) ˚ (fluff, hotel sex, shower sex, long-distance relationship, happy ending)

Hell's Angel (18+) ˚ (hellsangels!au, angst, violence, sex on top of a desk, drug use, happy ending)

Backseat Paradise (18+) ˚ (car sex, light angst, fluff, partial long-distance relationship, happy ending)

Counterproductive Tendencies (multi-chapter, 18+) ˚ part one, part two, part three, part four (fluff, smut, angst, drug use, alcoholism, semi-public sex, oral sex) ⭒ ongoing series

Needy Little Fucking Thing (18+) ˚ (softdom!james, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, happy ending)

(Un)Still Shots (18+) ˚ (semi-public sex, sexually explicit photography, breath play, fingering, dry humping, happy ending)

A to Z (18+) ˚ (alphabetical sex list, oral sex, semi-public sex, fingering, bondage, phone sex, mutual masturbation, creampie, happy ending)

Backstage Birthday Pass (18+) ˚ (birthday surprise, fluff, smut, oral sex, fingering, dressing room sex, mirror sex, unprotected sex, creampie, happy ending)

⭒ Kirk Hammett

A Nightmare On Elm Street ˚ (fluff, slightly suggestive, happy ending)

Scream (18+) ˚ (couch sex, rough sex, horror movie elements, happy ending)

Unwind Me (18+) ˚ (fluff, backstage sex, happy ending)

Room For More (18+) ˚ (threesome with jason, dominant!jason, submissive!kirk, backstage sex, oral sex, fluff, light angst, happy ending, polyamory)

A to Z (18+) ˚ (alphabetical sex list, oral sex, mutual masturbation, public sex, cumshot, bondage, sex tape, roleplay, voyeurism, happy ending)

Pages Deep (18+) ˚ (fluff, smut, mutual masturbation, fingering, partial edging, unprotected sex, creampie, happy ending)

⭒ Jason Newsted

Taste Test (18+) ⭒ (threesome with james, vampire!au, ambiguous ending)

Extended Cut (18+) ˚ (submissive!jason, studio sex, oral sex, ambiguous ending)

Room For More (18+) ˚ (threesome with kirk, dominant!jason, submissive!kirk, backstage sex, oral sex, fluff, light angst, happy ending, polyamory)

A to Z (18+) ˚ (alphabetical sex list, begging, bondage, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, sixty-nine, creampie, roleplaying, semi-public sex, voyeurism, vibrators, happy ending)

⭒ Lars Ulrich

Ride The Lightning (18+) ˚ (angst, rough sex, sex against drum set, happy ending)

Baseline (18+) ˚ (partial angst, fluff, oral sex, public sex in shower room, rough sex, creampie, happy ending)

⭒ Cliff Burton

You Make Loving Fun ˚ (domestic fluff, partial long-distance relationship, happy ending)

Follow My Lead ˚ (fluff, surprise birthday party, happy ending)

Hell's Angel 𓆩𓆪 James Hetfield (18+)

The comforting and familiar mixed scent of cigar smoke and stale lager wraps itself around you like a layer of protectant as you make your way inside of the bar, the crunch of the empty peanut shells and glass bottle caps underneath your booted feet adding a much-needed inch of height on you as you trudge your way forward and fully inside.

The weighted and triple latched door slamming behind you gathers no one's attention, as the bar is already fully alive and packed with anyone and everyone, with their screams and joyous cacophonies almost overpowering the hums of the mufflers emanating from the bike and repair room only a few handfuls of yards away.

Your eyes traipse over the ever-growing crowd of prospects and guests as you try to find a familiar face or patched leather jacket, the ghosted weight of your boyfriend's still feeling like it was weighing your shoulders down as you do so. Goosebumps raise and dance their way along your partially bare forearms, and a frown attempts to tug your lips down into a permanent imprint, as the cool draft of wind teasingly reminds you that it's no longer there.

Before you can get too into your head about the whole situation once again, an obnoxious and wilted whistle gathers your attention from the direction of the multitude of pool and gambling tables. Your eyes narrow and squint, before latching onto one of your best, and currently very drunk, friend's. A gentle chortle of a laugh bleeds its way through your lips as you get closer to him and nudge your way through the overwhelming crowd, the sight of Lars barely holding on to a slippery pitcher of beer in between his halfhearted and barely cupped palms helps to temporarily push your worrisome thoughts about the future to the back of your mind.

You rush forward and place a palm on the bottom of the glass before it can fully slip out of his hands, and a sarcastic smile etches its way on your lips as he squawks out a thankful gasp and a sound of wondered awe. Kirk greets you with a wide and affectionate grin as he catches sight of you from his seat on top of a crowded and messy betting table, his hands full of gambling chips and crumpled dollar bills as he waves them at you. You return him one back, warmth blooming in your chest as you watch him let out a celebratory shout and yank another fifty out of a burly and clearly irritated man's fist. You quickly turn your head back to the drunken Dane once the angered man stands up and slams a hand down on the table, not interested in seeing another random prospect act out in anger from losing against one of the best poker players in the entirety of the Hells Angels motorcycle crew.

Lars sends you a rewarding and wide grin as you help him sit back down safely, the sound of the leather of his jacket squeaking against the cool and hard material of the chair making you almost guffaw from the nearly animated sound, but you somehow manage to hold it in. Lars laughs anyway, before letting out a sigh of contentment and sliding down into a messy heap of limbs.

"Where's Cliff and Jason?" You ask, your lips almost brushing against the shell of his ear as you bend down to level with his slumped figure. The two men in question are blearily and haphazardly pointed at, before Lars closes his eyes and lets out a resounding yawn. An amusement filled grin finds purchase on your face as you watch him fall asleep so easily in the chaotic bar, the peaceful expression on his face seemingly looking out of place, as you remember the stressed look painted on his own just a few days prior. Your fingers twitch as you fight back the urge to push the random and long stray strands of hair away from his cheekbone, completely unaware of the man stumbling his way over to you.

A jolt jumps through you as a large hand wraps itself around your left arm, and you snap your head in its direction as an unfamiliar voice loudly invades its way through your overactive eardrums. A sound of panic tears itself through your chest as you're yanked up into a fully standing position, and your heart begins to beat erratically as an unknown man comes in to your line of view once you're stood. "Haven't seen such a pretty back warmer in such a long time. Bet there's only one of you in each district, huh? How lucky of me to make my way on over here tonight." Your upper lip promptly curls at the derogatory and degrading term, and you're quick to yank your limb out of the man's grasp, hiding a wince as his unruly and uneven nails dig into your skin with the harsh movement.

"That's funny, because I seem to fit in here a hell of a lot better than you do, all things considered," you grit out, satisfaction filling and replacing the earlier onset fear and panic inside of you, as you watch the predatory and condescending look fall straight off of his face as you continue to speak. "Nice missing patch on the back of your jacket, by the way. Seared off, am I right? Who'd you piss off that badly? Or were you kicked out and dropped off here for flirting with and harassing women twenty years younger than you, from over where you're from as well?" The man scoffs and raises his chunky hand in your direction, and you watch in disbelief as he mimics the motion of a backhanded slap.

"Women from where I come from never talk back to an elder, like you just did. How about I show you how we deal with insolent little bitches like you, instead?" He offers to you in a rough and taunting tone, his eyes widened with barely concealed rage and a vein protruding from the center of his forehead. You take in a deep breath and prepare to jump back as he swings his hand forward and in your direction. Before you can duck and try to make your way into a safer part of the crowd or bar area, a ringed fist engulfs his own and twists it behind the older man's back. Your eyes widen as your boyfriend comes into view from behind the drunkard, and the relief you feel is palpable as you watch him tower over the now fearful man.

"Women from where I come from are heavily protected and respected, and I recommend you take up this kind offer to be escorted out by my men, before I rip the entirety of your arms off and replace them with the Ape Hanger handlebars on my bike, you old, drunken fuck." James spits out, his eyes and expression only softening up once they cascade over your tense and nearly trembling figure. James nods once, and you begin to hear movement coming from all sides and corners of the room. Cliff and Jason make their way forward from behind James and they each roughly collect an arm of the unknown man, your shoulders hunching inward and visibly flinching as your ears pick up on the man's screams overpowering the sound of Black Sabbath reverberating from and throughout the building's speakers.

Kirk hurriedly jumps off the table and wraps an arm around you, before gently turning you around and guiding you towards and past the bike and repair room. You refuse to turn around as you hear and feel a heavy thump hit the wooden and hard floor beneath your feet, and you squeeze your eyes shut as you feel a familiar and comforting hand lightly push your head into the safety of your friend's shoulder.

"Everything will be alright, doll. Let's get you back and into one of James' rooms."

You couldn't help but feel uneasy as the music stops and the loud creak of the bar's front door makes its way all the way back to you. Multiple pairs of feet make their way toward the entry, and you're the only one out of you and Kirk to flinch, as a muted and heavy weight collects and slams itself down on the uneven asphalt of the parking lot outside. Kirk quietly shuts the door behind you and sits you down on the chair nearest to your boyfriend's disheveled and folder stack-covered desk, his hands lightly squeezing at your shoulders in a comforting way and bringing stinging tears to your eyes.

"You know we'd never let any drunk fucker put their hands on you," you nod mutely and send him a watery smile as he crouches down to your sitting height and sends you a worried glance. You twist your arm to ease the discomfort emanating from the slightly bleeding scratch marks on your forearm, and Kirk lets out a curse as your injury comes into view. "We need to get that jackass off the property before James sees you. He'll kill him if he's still here once he does." He mutters to himself, before standing back up to his full height and hastily making his way back out to the front of the bar and building.

You let out a tired and shaky exhale as you force yourself to relax in the chair you were placed in, your eyes taking in the photos of you and the rest of the gang encircled around his small office, his family. You stop yourself from getting up and walking to the bathroom and scrubbing the feeling of that man's hands off of you, knowing James would want to do it himself. Clutching your middle with your uninjured arm and making yourself small, your breath begins to finally even out as the music begins to play once again and heavily booted feet rush their way into the office and over to you.

James lets out a sigh of relief once you're in his line of sight again, the angered expression on his face melting into one of exhaustion as he resolutely closes his office's door for privacy. Your lips settle down in a frown and you go to stand up to reassure him nothing serious had happened, before letting out a quiet hiss as the skin around your scratches strain and nearly fully reopen with your movement.

James' attention zeroes in on the obvious red and jagged lines on your arm and wraps his palm around the doorknob to yank it open again, only stopping himself from walking back out and beating the drunkard to a pulp when your eyes begin to water, and your bottom lip starts to quiver.

Your boyfriend quick strides over to you and encircles you into a warm and protective embrace, before carefully lifting you up and taking you into the bathroom, where he can properly clean you up and make sure that you're okay.

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"It's not your fault." You begin, pursing your lips and quieting down as your boyfriend sends you a glare from underneath his layered and astray hair fanning his face, his already bruising knuckles pausing momentarily from pressing a saline solution into your skin with a cotton pad as he looks at you.

"Don't Good Will Hunting me. If I hadn't gotten back here in time, that old drunken fuck would have put his hands on you. More than he already has," James averts his eyes back down to your injury as his voice begins to soften, his true and young age seeping into his tone with forlorn exhaustion weighing in on it. "I shouldn't have listened to the others and invited everyone in for a celebration so soon after the first round of initiations. We don't even fully know these fucks, and look what's already happened to you."

You lift your uninjured arm and lightly brush a few strands out and away from his eyes, a small smile gaining momentum on your lips as he still melts into your touch, no matter the circumstance.

"It wasn't just the rest of the guys; I encouraged it too. You've been busting your ass to try and make things work after your uncle retired, and we just wanted to get everyone together to finally relax after a few months of stress and hard work," you try to soothe, your thumb delicately brushing over one of his dimples as he goes back to cleaning up and sanitizing your wound. "You deserved the day off and small break, and it doesn't matter if one old bastard got a little too handsy. What matters is that you got here in time, and I had Kirk and the other guys here with me too, in case it all could have gotten out of hand. I was at fault for not calling out for help, I didn't think the guy would want to get so violent with me. I thought he'd just spit some shit and walk away, like the rest of them usually do."

James bites back a rebuttal and instead just nods, his knuckles pulsating a relentless protest as he expands his fingers to intricately wrap the clean gauze around your forearm, its material already saturated in antibiotic ointment and disinfectant.

You sigh out quietly in the bathroom's tense air and look down at the ring James got you on your first anniversary as you continue your ministrations on his cheek- the snake studded skull logo of his district entangled with your number in the crew, alongside with your birth month's gemstone and your initials. You glance down at the small band underneath the weighed down silver and smile to yourself this time, the promise that came with the ring being kept like an oath for the past five years you two have been and treasured together.

"You're upset with me." You state, your left foot beginning to ants around the carpet surrounding the toilet you're sat on as you watch James put the first aid kit away.

"I'm upset that you didn't call out for help, and that you let that pig put his hands on you," You flinch back from the harsh tone he speaks with, the reaction instinctual even though you know his tone wasn't directed at you. "I'm upset that you came here tonight, without my jacket on. How else is anyone supposed to know that you're my old lady? You're surrounded by a bunch of men, a good majority of them being at least ten years older than us and our best friends, and you walked in here looking like fresh meat." You cringe at the old term of endearment, but turn to face him anyway, watching hesitantly as he frustratingly runs a ring clad hand through his tussled mane.

You push yourself up with your good arm from the low sitting toilet and ignore your boyfriend's protests as you stand, walking over to him and wrapping your arm around his neck to tug him down to your height. You press an unyielding and affirmation filled killed on his stress bitten lips, your eyelids fluttering shut as he encases you against him and lifts you off of your feet. A silent gasp breathes itself out of your now slightly gaping lips as the coolness of the sink brushes against the back of your bare legs. James takes advantage of the fact, his slick tongue sliding in between your plush lips to wrap itself around yours and beckon you in closer, your spine arching to melt your front against his and to become one.

The bitter sensation of beer engulfs your senses as his taste envelops itself on your tongue, and your fingers grab ahold of his locks as his hands come up to grip at the flimsy material of your t-shirt, the coolness of the air in the restroom beginning to feel warm and charged as the two of you refamiliarize yourselves with each other.

You let out a pant as he slides his way in between your legs and flush against the sink holding you up, the movement causing your skirt to ruffle up and rest on the upper parts of the outsides of your thighs, your dampening underwear catching onto the draft in the air and causing you to shiver.

James removes his biker jacket from his shoulders and tosses it, it somehow finding solid purchase on the shower curtain rod multiple feet away. Your boyfriend detaches from you and lets out a light groan, his tongue peeking out to catch the remnants of your taste still clinging itself on his kissed red lips.

"I'm not upset with you, baby. I'm upset for you," He murmurs, his lips finding yours with each vowel he makes physical, a strand of electrified spit keeping you two together in a roundabout and intrinsic way. "I just want you to be safe, and I feel like I failed you by taking the day off and taking the break you guys offered to me earlier. I'm sorry if I made you feel that way. I could never be upset with you, especially after all that you've done for me, for the crew, our family. Hell's Angels wouldn't be a damn thing without you, and you know that. Knowing and seeing that man disrespect you made my skin crawl, and it made me upset for you because you deserve so much more than that."

"And you give me so much more than that, every day." You reassure him, your head swimming and thoughts seemingly slowing down from the close proximity of having him so close to you again. James' eyes glaze over from the praise and heat spikes its way to your core as his hands slide their way down to your bare and exposed thighs and squeeze. The coldness of his rings and the press of the sink against your backside make your lids flutter, and you moan out as his hold tightens and spreads your legs even further apart.

"Yeah?" He asks you, resting his forehead against yours and staring straight into your eyes as his right hand and bruising knuckles brush against your clothed clit. A harsh exhale of a breath bursts its way out of your chest, and James lets out a husky laugh as your thighs tighten around his, shaking and restless. "How much do I give you, angel?"

"You give me so much, spoil me so well." You whimper out, a fingertip of his pushing the damp cotton of your underwear away and dipping itself into your soaking wet folds. James moans from the praise and the feeling of your velvet-like heat, and his mouth begins to salivate from the sounds spilling and pouring themselves out of your mouth.

Your forehead disconnects from his as you toss your head back, a combination of a moan and a laugh lodging itself in your throat as the back of your head makes contact with the mirror embedded in the wall behind you. James bites back a grin at the sound and bends down to kiss you once again, as he slides a thick and long index finger past your entrance and inside of you.

Your lips widen and part as he crooks his digit and begins to slowly fuck it in and out of you, the slick and thick globs and strands of your arousal making a sinful sound echo in the room surrounding the two of you. "Such a good fucking girl for me, baby. Who else could make you this wet, make a mess out of you so easily?" Pleasure filled tears fill your waterline as he adds his middle finger and roughly taps and massages his palm against your spasming clit. You cry out as he makes contact with your sponge-like spot without even trying, and you feel your abs begin to contract as your first orgasm quickly approaches.

"Nobody can make me feel as good as you," you sob, your hips rising up from the ceramic to ride his fingers as the tightness in your middle begins to snap and break apart. "Nobody ever will. It's just you and it always will be."

"Look at me," your boyfriend orders, and you do. Wild and dilated blue eyes stare back at you, with a facial expression that looks like he was orgasming with you as well, a look of being fucked out of breath painted on his features while he brings you over the edge. White flashes in your vision, but you maintain eye contact anyway, teetering on the verge of overstimulation as his hand and fingers massage and continue pounding themselves into you.

You have to reach down and force him to stop, your trembling fingertips pressing against his cloyed skin and into his hammering pulse point, your chest heaving for breath as your body shivers against his upper half. James closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as your walls constrict around his ruined and messy fingers and knuckles, his cockhead beet red in the confines of his jeans and leaking an embarrassing amount of precum against the rough fabric of his zipper.

"Think you can take another one?" He asks you, reaching up with his clean hand to brush the hair away from your face as you continue to struggle to catch your breath. Exhaustion and weariness run through you, but so does excitement and the craving to be filled, so you say yes, regardless of the fact that your body might not be ready for another orgasm or be able to take it.

You let out an accumulation of a laugh and a gasp as you're lifted off of the sink and instructed to grab ahold of James' jacket, and you feel a wide and exuberant grin against the heated skin of your neck as you're carried back into your boyfriend's office, and right on top of his desk.

Before you can even voice out a complaint, his large and calloused palms are gently tugging off your shirt and unclasping your bra with one hand, his rough tongue dancing its way down your neck and hooking itself around one of your already swollen and taut nipples. By the time he's got his sharp and straight teeth embedded in the cotton of your arousal-soaked underwear to tug them down, you're already a panting and sweaty mess. Your injured forearm is elevated and resting on a stack of folders already finished by his tenacity, your other holding up your weight and helping you stabilize as you watch him travel his way down your trembling legs. His biker jacket is the only thing keeping you partially warm from the cool air, draped around your shoulders like a permanent branding and much more accepted and welcomed than the weight and touch of any other man's hand.

Hickeys and love bites are sucked into your bruising skin, and you have to repeatedly plead for him to finally fuck you before he decidedly detaches himself and his mouth from the soft flesh of your inner thighs and calves.

James mounts himself over you on the desk, his strong arms caging you in and gifting you warmth as he carefully inserts himself inside of your tight and soaked heat. You both gasp out in relief, the air in between you becoming frenzied and the sounds of skin connecting and shallow whimpers soon follow thereafter.

Even and ruled nails make their way down your partners back as he arches into you, his ballsack smacking against your backside and creating a beautiful red hue as he fucks into you with passion and reckless abandon. You scream out as his tip brushes against your spot and even further in to reach your cervix, and he holds you down in place as you cum and make a mess against him.

You hold on tight, and attempt wrap your legs around his waist as he continues to use you for his pleasure, one hand holding you in place by your hair as you slide up and down the polished and finished wood of his desk by the force of his thrusts, and the other connected and interlocked with yours. "You look so beautiful, baby." and "You were made to take my cock, weren't you?" are whispered into your damp and blushing skin, and you reach another handful of climaxes before he finally reaches his. Warmth floods into you and paints your walls white, and James moans out against your feverish skin as your walls continue to tighten around him and milk him for all that he's worth. You let out a gasp as his hips continue to stutter into you, as if he was subconsciously trying to breed you and fill you even further with his seed.

"How was you break?" You ask him once you're both fully satiated and sat in his large chair, his arms encircled around you and holding you close, sticky skin on sticky skin. A pleased and fulfilled hum is vibrated and almost purred against you, and you place your forehead against his damp and muscled chest as you wait for his answer.

"The break we just had now, or the one I had earlier?" He teasingly asks you, falling into hysterical laughter as you swat at him and soon follow suit, tears of mirth making their way down both of your guy's cheeks while you two fall apart together this time, head resting on each other's and heartbeats eventually aligning to create a single and steady beat once you both calm down.

"Oh, shut up, you know what I meant!"

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Cliff sends the officer a sarcastic grin and wave as he drives away, before sneakily placing the blunt he hid in his long sleeve in between his perked lips and letting out a sigh of relief at the feel. Kirk lifts a lighter up for him and flicks the flame, sending his best friend and Percenter a tipsy smile as he's offered a muffled thanks.

"Any chance the police are going to go with the story we just half assed and gave to them?" He asks, the ending of each of his words sounding slightly slurred and overjoyed. Cliff shrugs and momentarily closes his eyes in bliss as the smoke pleasantly burns through his lungs, instantly opening them back up as the blunt gets yanked out from in between his index and middle fingers.

"You guys are such assholes, letting me fall asleep around all of the new guys," Lars tiredly rasps out, narrowly missing a still burning and loose ash landing on the bare skin of his knee as he squats down on the front porch, his eyes barreling in and staring down the police car as it makes its way down the now abandoned and dark highway. "Last time I did that, it was our initiation, and you two cunts drew a dick on me."

Cliff grins widely as Kirk lets out a sharp cry of laughter, his left hand holding onto his side as he howls with amusement. Lars rolls his eyes and takes another hit, before nearly knocking his friend over with his elbow as he tries passing it back to him. Coughs ring out and become visible in the thick air of the beginning of winter, and they all calm down and huddle next to each other on the closest step for warmth.

"Next time, we'll draw a labia." Kirk mumbles out, his head falling to the side and landing on Cliff's shoulder, causing him to drop the rest of the roach. Laughter tears out of the man instead of anger, and he quickly steps on the filter to cease the flame, his laughter becoming painful and uncontainable as he looks over and see's the Dane shake his head and wrap his arms around himself, the smile on his face still visible in the dark of the night as he pretends to be annoyed and irritated.

"I hate all of you assholes, every single one of you." Kirk clicks his tongue and blindly reaches out for him, before placing him in a headlock and bringing him into a choking hold.

"We love you too, Larzy Poo!" Lars gasps for breath as his best friend continues to choke hug him, and only does Kirk let up once Cliff lightly raps against his curl covered forehead to let him know that he's unknowingly loving their friend to death.

"What happened while I was out?" Lars innocently asks once he can breathe and speak again, raising an amused eyebrow as two of his closest friends look at each other and then try to yell out an answer first.

"James knocked out a fucking geezer-" "James pounded an old man, and now he's pounding his chick!"

"Shut the fuck up! No way!"

Backseat Paradise ☼ James Hetfield (18+)

The press of your boyfriend's steel studded rings feels cool against your cloying and clothed back and waist as his wide palms beckon you even closer to him, the heels of your bare feet beginning to lift off of the scalding hot pavement beneath you as he leans back against his car. Blue, mischievous filled eyes peer down at you as you try to glare up at him, an affectionate smile taking over your expression as you're insistently molded up against him. Your oversized jean jacket falls down your shoulders during James' playful movements, leaving you in only your bikini top and denim skirt as he pushes it further down your forearms and tugs it off from around your wrists. Before you can protest and go to bend down to retrieve it, a gentle and sweet kiss is pressed to your lifted lips and a calloused hand comes up to grip the nape of your neck in a firm caress and hold.

"Remind me why you can't come over to mine again?" James asks you, his voice coming out muffled as he teasingly runs his cheeky grin up and down your sun kissed jawline. You purse your lips and bite back a groan as his thumb grazes a sensitive patch of skin, your eyelids nearly fluttering shut as one of his canines latches itself onto the side of your neck and delicately presses itself into the welcoming and overheated flesh of it. You raise a hand to grasp onto one of his wrists as his mouth fully descends down and onto your clavicle, the firm grip on your neck coming in handy as he tilts your head to the side for better and easier access.

The background sounds of the melody coming from James' car's radio and your mutual friends partying in the yard only a few meters behind you become white noise, as a hickey is sucked into the skin surrounding your collarbone and the hand around your waist begins to dip lower.

"Owed our friends a little get together, to make up for all the times I kept bailing on them to spend time with you." You try to tease, your tone of voice ending in a whine as he fully leans back and sits on the driver's sides rolled-down window space, his mouth detaching from your now bruising skin with an audible pop as he does so. James bares you a wolfish grin as you try to compose yourself, your chest unsteadily rising and falling as arousal pools in your gut from just the simple teasing of his mouth alone.

"I don't think our friends would mind very much if I took you away by now," James tuts, his hand lightly patting the plump arch of your ass as he momentarily takes his eyes off of you. You follow his line of sight and breathe out a huff of laughter as you find half of your guys' friends fully inebriated, the other half of them following close behind and stumbling instead of dancing. James' lips inadvertently quirk up at the sound that pillows out of you, the grip on your neck loosening to trail down and caress the bottom half of your spine instead. "So, what do you say? Come home with me."

You glance over at him and playfully squint your eyes as he fixes his expression to look innocent, your heart restlessly pacing in your chest as you catch and digest the intended change from his earlier words. "You play dirty, Hetfield." You muse, scoffing and shoving at his shoulders as he continues to play ignorant and meek. You let up once he pinches at the dimpled skin of your back and let out a squeal as he steadies his hand on the base of your spine and fully lifts you off the ground. Dread temporarily fills you as he leans down to grab at your jacket with just one hand keeping you upright and on him, you nearly turning into the position of beginning a cartwheel and James cackling out a laugh as you tightly grip onto the chest of his own denim.

James haphazardly tosses your jacket into the window closest to the back seat, before placing your feet on top of his and walking you over that way to the passenger's side. You loosen your grip on his jacket once you two make it over safely, and you end up watching delightfully as a blush brightly blazes your boyfriend's cheeks after you give him a grateful kiss, once he opens the door for you and lifts you up once again to slide you in. "Such a gentleman." You mirthfully praise, fully taking advantage of the temporary upper hand you know you'll lose as soon as you two make it home, or at least past the doorway.

James sends the few friends of yours coherent enough to say goodbye to the two of you a wave, before hastily opening his own door and making his way into the driver's sides seat. You stretch your arm out over the long one-seater of the front half of the car to tug the damp and sweat laden collar of his jacket off and away from his neck, grazing your thumb against the exposed skin as he sends you a grateful smile and tries to place the key into the ignition. You silently raise an eyebrow as you watch his hand slightly stammer and tremor in place, before successfully finding the insert. You go to ask him if he's alright, before pausing and widening your eyes as they travel down and find purchase on the obvious and painful looking erection, pressing down and against the zipper of his skintight and constricting jeans.

Self-gratification overflows though you as you realize that he's as on edge as you are, your lower limbs tensing up and closing shut as his cologne and natural scent permeates and surrounds you once he closes his own door and begins to shift gears. A warm and calloused palm engulfs your tanned left leg to slide you over and closer to him, your boyfriend grinning to himself as you gasp out loud and your legs subconsciously and automatically open at his touch. You narrow your eyes and then you grin to yourself, before sliding one of your own hands over and onto his thigh and gripping the meat closest to his groin, a perverse and fulfilled grin overtaking your features as he jumps in his seat and begins to fidget, his foot almost narrowly missing the accelerator as your fingertips lightly tap themselves against his oversensitive and pulsating ballsack.

You send him an innocent smile as he glares over your way, before carefully starting to drive forward. His glare saying, wait until we get home, and your smile responding with, two can play that game.

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Your raise your free hand to wipe at the sweat collecting itself on the precipice of your right eyebrow, fighting back your own annoyance at the upcoming holiday traffic you two are currently stuck in. "Looks like we aren't getting back to your place as soon as we had hoped for." You lightly say in the now quiet and tense silence impeding itself in the car, nudging your shoulder against your downtrodden boyfriend's as his fingers whiten with his tight hold around the steering wheel.

"The only reason I came out today was so that I could come pick you up and get to spend the night with you, before the rest of the band and I have to pack up and travel across state for another venue tomorrow afternoon." James grits out harshly, his head reeling back to rest against the headrest behind him with a thud, eyes absentmindedly looking forward as the line of cars in front of the two of you continuously refuses to move. Guilt begins to weigh you down and you slightly curl into yourself for comfort, the movement catching the attention of your boyfriend and causing him to wrap an arm around your bare shoulders as soon as he catches sight of you in his peripheral vision.

"This isn't your fault, babe. The concerts got pushed forward a week in advance because of the weather and the quick selling of the tickets, and you didn't even know I had to leave so early until now," James frets over you as you rapidly try to blink back tears of frustration, only feeling slight relief once you lean into his touch rather than backing away or out of it. "I'm not upset with you at all. I'm just feeling like shit because I have to leave again so soon, and I've barely even been at home or with you these past few months, and that's where I want to be."

You entangle your fingers in his and sigh out a watery exhale, resting your head against his bicep and sending him a wilted smile as he looks down at you, filled with worry. You go to reassure him that you're alright, before halting as your eyes catch an empty and isolated parking spot on the outskirts of the side of the road.

"Pull over." You breathe out, using your joined hands to point over to the parking spot that's underneath a handful of yellow-orange leaved trees. James furrows his eyebrows in confusion but decidedly agrees with you, and somehow manages to find enough space to maneuver his way around the overabundant number of cars surrounding his own, and haphazardly makes his way into the spot you had just pointed out.

"Why exactly did we get out of the traffic we were nearly already halfway through?" James asks you, his frustration at himself and the situation now long gone, with amusement now filling the entirety of his tone as he takes in your newfound excitement. "Look around." You simply say, causing him to scrunch his nose and twist the key in the ignition to turn off the engine. James squints his eyes but can't see much through the overgrown out and slumped tree branches collecting themselves around the roof of the car. Their lived in limbs rest themselves just inches above the top of the car and hide the windows from any outside eyes and onlookers, only short and beautiful colored beams of light from the fourth of July set ups on lampposts making their way through the protective leaves of the trees.

"Baby, I know I always say I love your imagination, but this might be a little too much." A laugh titters its way from in between your lips, and James watches you incredulously as you hike your skirt up and climb your way to the backseat. You rest your arms near his still outstretched one and nod your head towards the clock still operating on the top of his car's dashboard, your feet on the seat behind you unintentionally kicking your jacket to the floor.

"It's 10:15 pm right now, which means that if we get back into the shit show we call traffic, we won't be back home until close to 12:30am. Which means that we'll both be too tired to have some fun, and we'll both end up blue balled and pissed off once you get on the bus with the rest of the guy's tomorrow afternoon," your heart swells as you watch James bellow out laughter from your words, that giving you enough confidence to keep on going. "So how about instead of that, we put this old can of a car to use, see how far forward this front seat can go, have some fun of our own, then head on home and take a shower together, get some well needed rest, then have an amazing breakfast together, and pack up the rest of the shit you forgot to before you came all the way out here to pick me up?"

You arch an eyebrow upward and rest your head on the collection of your hands in front of you while James watches you with absolute stars in his eyes, before seemingly unfreezing and damn near lunging himself at you and over the front seat.

You let out a shocked bout of laughter as he almost lands on top of you and simultaneously flips you both over all at once. James brushes away the stray hairs that cascade themselves down in the intimate air you two share as you comfortably straddle his waist and lower your upper half toward him.

"Goddamn, do I love you." He breathes out, his declaration taking all of the breath out of your lungs, just like it did the very first time he ever said it to you. You reach back and untie the loops of your bikini top, letting out a wild gasp as James' mouth immediately latches itself onto one of your nipples.

"Show me." You moan, your hips grinding steady, yet erratic circles against his still hard and leaking cock. James grins against your perked areola and watches as your mouth gapes open as he pinches your other erect nipple with his free thumb and forefinger. Gladly, he thinks. He'll show you. With pleasure.

☼

James watches you hungrily as you ride his heavily ringed fingers, your pleasure almost feeling like his own as he feels the ridges of the inside of your velvet-like cunt suck and dance their way down his curling and soaked three digits. Your hips buck each time you make your way down to his last knuckles, the coolness of the silver of his rings making your clit sting and pearl in the most delicious way.

You let out a resounding cry as your boyfriend beneath you slowly extracts his fingers from inside of you, before fucking them back into you with renewed fervor and brushing along your sponge-like spot, each and every single time. "Am I showing you yet, baby?" James taunts, his cockhead weeping and creating a dark stain against the zipper of his jeans as he twists his wrist and holds you in place as you shake on top of him. You nod instead of verbally answering him, afraid your voice will crack if you speak out loud.

James tsks in disappointment, before removing his fingers altogether and placing your bare sex on the rough fabric of his pants. You let out a wince as your pussy walls tighten from the sensation, a bead of your arousal already bleeding and adding onto his mess as soon as you two make contact.

"I already have you nonverbal, and I'm not even inside of you yet." James playfully teases you, a small grin making its way onto your face despite the fact that you were cheated out of an orgasm. "Please." You whisper, wincing at the sound of the harshness of your own voice, the multitude of screams and moans bellowed out of you already temporarily damaging your voice box.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll take care of you," your boyfriend croons in a placating tone, one hand reaching up to delicately wrap it around your throat and the other reaching down to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans. "I always do."

You lick your lips as you feel his erection jump against your already swollen and sensitive clit, and you quietly shake your head and gently brush his hands away. "Want to take care of you this time, baby. Want to give you something to remember while you're on the road." James raises and eyebrow and grins widely, the laughter he felt bubbling up from the sound of your broken voice dying down in his chest as you reach down to grip him through the fabric.

Satisfaction floods your gut as you watch your boyfriend grit his teeth underneath you, the cockiness and self-assuredness quickly deteriorating into want and need as you grip him with one hand and unbutton his jeans with the other. "Going to make you feel so good, baby. I promise." You whimper, your mouth salivating as his appreciative length finally comes into view, your tongue finding purchase on the back of your teeth as your hand can barely fit around his entire girth. James lets out a painful sounding curse as he watches you reach down to your own sex and use your own slick to coat and lube his erection, his balls tightening and raising from just the sight alone.

The audible sound of your slick moving in your palm as it connects and spreads in between your fingers makes you blush in the near darkness, a light blue hue of a star bleeding its way through the leaves and making your expression barely visible in the small confines of the car.

James mentally grips onto every single expression and crease that makes its way on your face as you bring his cock to your soaked entrance and slowly make your way down his sizable length. James brings his free hand up to rub slow circles in the base of your spine as you have to take a break halfway through, nothing but love and praise falling from in between his gaping lips as he watches your pussy slowly swallow him whole, an in synch and harmonious sigh ringing out and becoming a cacophony with your matching moans as you eventually bring yourself up on your feet and press your upper half against his.

"You're doing so well for me, always such a good fucking girl." He whispers and pants, moans into your hair, his hand sliding around to your other hip to give you leverage as you milk him dry with each riding motion you make. You tremble every time you bottom out, his cockhead breaching past your pleasure spot and feeling like it was trying to make its way into your womb to breed you. His zipper scratches against the soft skin on the underside of your ass, almost mimicking the sensation of his nails raking themselves into the skin of your hips as he hoists you up and down on his lap.

Warmth grows and tethers in your groin as sweat accumulates and then cries its way down your arched spine, your hands gripping onto your boyfriend's shoulders as your legs and thighs begin to weaken and burn. "Need you." Is the only thing you have to whisper, before James has you carefully placed underneath him, with each leg of yours on each of his shoulder blades.

James grunts as your walls suck him in and soak his entire shaft and public bone with slick, the car heady with the scent of sex and want and longing as he deliberately thrusts himself inside of you. "Think you can fuck me some type of special way and I won't forget about you while I'm out on the road?" He asks you, the hand not holding him up and tangled in your hair on the seat below the two of you reaching down to harshly rub at your clit. "I'll think of you anyway, all the fucking time. I couldn't even try to think about another woman, you've ruined me." You let out a pleasured scream as you reach your first orgasm, your walls spasming so tightly around James that he has to stop mid thrust to collect himself, his hand on your clit rushing down to make a fist around his throbbing ballsack to stop himself from cumming. James takes in a deep breath and shakily curses out loud, before finding his momentum once again and fucking himself back into you.

"I think about you and finger myself before I fall asleep to the sound of your voice coming from the other side of the phone, when you're out of town and on tour. You've ruined me too." You confess weakly and nearly incoherently, the entire bottom half of your body seizing as he folds you in half and fucks into you blindly, his balls smacking against your backside and creating long, string-like lines with your arousal. "You're trying to kill me." James moans out like a plea, his chest feeling like it's going to give out with how much he's feeling all at once, the love he feels for you, and the death grip you've currently got around the entirety of the shaft of his dick.

Your laugh ends in a gasp as he bottoms out and jack hammers repeatedly against your g-spot, your mouth gaping wide open and a silent scream bellowing itself out of your gut as James fills you to the brim with his seed, your second orgasm gushing and mixing with his, the bottomless amount of your slick and release helping him fuck his cum up to and inside of your cervix. James holds you close as you slowly come back to, white spots still visible and apparent in your vision and your hands still holding on for dear life on his sweat clad shoulders and scratch marked skin.

You both let out a curse as he slowly removes his spent dick from inside of you, him now overly sensitive and your pussy walls relentlessly fluttering themselves shut to hold the rest of his overflowing release inside of you.

James carefully sits up and brings you with him in his lap, apologizing as you let out a soft hiss as his zipper makes brief contact with your still pulsating and spasming clit. "I love you too, by the way." You muse, uncaring of the harsh rasp in your voice as your boyfriend brings your head down to gently rest it against his sweating and heaving chest. Your lips quirk up into an exhausted smile as the vibration of his laughter runs and reverberates through you.

"I for sure fucking hope so."

Hushed sounds of honking and skidding tires and muffled curse words lazily make their way through the half cracked open windows as you two hold each other close, the red, white and blue starred deco on the lampposts shining through and becoming more apparent as time goes by, as if they were celebrating for you two.

You eventually raise your head from James' chest and smile up at him, placing a warm and affectionate kiss to his salty and sweaty lips, uncaring of the taste as he slides his tongue into the depths of your tiresome mouth. A soft hum of content is what you're left feeling as he leans back and blearily opens his eyes back open for you.

"You ready for that ride back home just yet?" You ask him, laughter building in your sore throat as he grunts out a half assed response. "You ready for that hot shower and breakfast in the morning?" Silence envelops the two of you, before James lets out a hearty chuckle and presses a warm kiss to your spent forehead.

"As long as you're here with me for the ride back and breakfast in the morning, I'm ready for anything." You rebut his sentiment with a hum of content yourself, and grin widely in the colorful night as you feel James playfully smack at the back of your bare thigh in retaliation. Raising a shaky hand to place underneath his chin and caress his stubbly skin, you two share a small and warm smile as the traffic slowly parts ways and condenses down to little to nothing, as the other cars and drivers ignorantly pass on by the two of you in your own, little world, protected by the trees and their colorful leaves.

"Together we go, then, baby." "Together we go."

Counterproductive Tendencies ✩ James Hetfield

Part zero of multiple

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

"God only knows what I put you through, and everything you'd allow me to do. You tried to build me into the man you've always dreamed of, what more could you have expected me to do? We'll push and pull and bend and break, until we're both red and blue. And at the end of every drunken and blood-spilled night, I'll somehow find my way on back home to you."

From first hellos to multiple attempted goodbyes, to unordain murmured vows and multitudinous miles on the road. From unshed and held back tears, to widened smiles and promises to start anew. This is where everything begins, and where it coincidingly ends.

This is yours and James' story.

Counterproductive Tendencies ✩ James Hetfield

⭒ introductory, part two, part three, part four ⭒ (wordcount: 7.9k)

Part one of multiple: Bottle Caps and Rugburn (16+)

Mentions/Warnings: drug use, sexual suggestion

Ephemeral clouds temporarily obscure your already altered line of vision as you hesitantly trudge forward and off your shared front porch, the huff of uneasiness you let out nearly inaudible as your roommates continuously complain from behind you. You shakily exhale as the bottom of your right, overworn and half shoved on tennis shoe snags on a rough side of uneven pavement, and you attempt to unsteadily stabilize yourself with a blind hand in front of you. Relief floods through you as you feel your palm slide against and make contact with the large tree you remember to be in front of your newly assigned home and dormitory, your fingers bending inward to grip onto its damp curvature as you testily circle your ankle back and forth.

"Don't tell me you've already injured yourself, before you could go and tell our neighbors off for keeping us up until two in the morning." A voice from the still partially warm entrance of the front door teasingly drawls, causing your already squinting eyes to fall shut with barely concealed annoyance and exhaustion.

"Kept you five up, actually. I happened to have already been sleeping just fine," you respond dryly, kicking your foot back down and skidding it up to where your other one balances your weight, once you're sure it won't tense or strain. The thick material of your sock makes a soft, padded sound once it makes rough contact with the sole of your shoe, and you twist your upper half to peer back at the partially huddled group of women surrounding the highest step. "Why am I the one to go and talk to these guys, anyway? I've never even met them."

"You just answered your own question," another one rasps out, her hands gripping onto a thick blanket covering her broad and caving in shoulders, the tip of her nose bright red from the invasive and domineering wind. "They've never met you, which means that they'll give you even less shit than they usually give us. Fresh meat and all. Even assholes like them won't slam a door in your face the first time."

The eldest of the group sends you a small and almost genuine smile, before leaning forward on the side railing to raise a hand and gesture for you to keep moving forward and across the street. "They aren't as bad as they sound. They offered us beer once."

"Yeah, and then egged our house-" "Well, that was because one of you guys called the police, and they showed up right after we knocked on their door to talk to them about the noise-" "I told you we should've just stayed home that night. Now they know we're snitches. We told on them; we're fucking narcs."

You wince as a small pulse of pain travels to each one of your temples and down to the middle of your forehead, the one bright light on the side of the porch glaring its way into your peripheral vision as you wearily look up at the girls. You slowly blink to gather moisture for your sore and dry eyes and breathe out a quiet sound of disbelief as they continue to mindlessly talk over each other, before turning yourself back around to face the tree and throwing a halfhearted wave behind your goosebump-ridden back.

You ignore the increased volume in their voices as you do so and carefully make your way over and down the uneven pavement and curb, your face and bare lower legs numbing as the frosty air envelopes itself over your underdressed form.

You glance around and quickly begin to make your way over to a much larger and nicer house once you discover it to be the source of the loud music and barreling cheers, beer caps audibly crunching underneath your fast paced feet as soon as you make your first few steps onto the stranger's property. You make yourself walk impossibly faster to the half-shut front door, refusing to allow your anxiety to stop you from helping your roommates hopefully get some sleep and for them to finally shut up.

Before you can even reach forward to push the door open wider and take a step inside, it comes whipping open and loudly collides with the wall behind it, causing you to jump in fright and lean back as a man around your age peers down at you with unhidden interest, his eyes comically wide and concerningly bloodshot.

"If anyone asks you about that, you'll tell them it wasn't me, right? Dickheads already had me pay out of pocket for the last time someone cannonballed through our glass table, and it wasn't even me! It was some blonde chick who chugged too much during a keg stand and couldn't handle her lager."

You send him a confused thumbs up, his accent too thick and slurred for you to be able to discern the words tumbling out of his mouth. You can't help but cheer up as he sends you a wide and overenthusiastic grin at your agreeance, and a cold, already opened beer can is being pressed into your already tingling palms before you can even decline.

"For not being a dick about the damage I'm doing to my own property." He explains, his eyebrows raising as your facial expression morphs into animated relief.

"This is your place? Thank God, I thought I'd be looking around all night until I found you," you speedily breathe out, the man now leaning against the doorway and looking at you in drunken shock, as if he wasn't speaking even faster than you seconds before. "My roommates woke me up and pressured me to come over and ask you to turn the music down."

The man's expression quickly drops and almost turns mean, seemingly freezing midway into a grimace as he takes in your uncomfortable posture and tense shoulders. "You were put up to this?" He asks you skeptically, reaching out to take back the beer once he sees you raise your hands up to your mouth to blow hot air on your already windblown, red streaked knuckles and palms.

"I can sleep like the dead. My roommates, not so much," you admit, some of your anxiousness melting away as you watch his face crumple with understanding. "Said I'm fresh meat and you wouldn't be as rude to me as you usually are to them, at least on my first trip over here."

"So, they had you come over to a stranger's house, during a large party at two thirty in the morning, to confront your neighbors, who you were told were hostile and unwelcoming? On your probably, very first week of living there?" At your nod, the man shakes his head in disbelief, before studying you with an inquisitive look and nodding his head in the direction of the ongoing party behind himself.

"Come on in. I'll get you something warmer to wear, and I'll get my even less than shitty roommates to introduce themselves to you," he sends you a cheeky look and makes sure you're following him before moving forward and even further inside. "We won't give you shit this time, only if you didn't call the cops before coming over here first."

A loud bout of drunken laughter petals itself out of the man guiding you inside, and you take in a deep breath, before walking toward and into the large mass of strangers and their inebriated shouts and movements.

"Fuck it." You murmur to yourself, only looking back to see if your roommates were still waiting for you outside. A frown makes its way to your lips once you see that the side porch's light is now off, and the front door is now fully closed.

"Name's Lars, by the way," he nearly shouts at you as you two make it to a staircase, lightly gripping your elbow after you're nearly toppled over by rough and incessant, dance-powered shoves. "I've got a friend's room you can change in, don't worry." You nod despite your nerves and quickly match your footsteps with his as you two make your way up the stairs. You glance out a large set of windows in the hallway and allow your eyes to drink in the ever-growing amount of people dancing outside in the freezing cold air, their heads thrown back and laughter pouring out of them, careless of the wind and everything to all intents and purposes, trying to knock them off their feet. As you're handed an oversized white dress shirt, and a slightly larger than usual pair of jeans and left alone to change, you crouch down to sit on the carpeted floor and force yourself to suck in a much needed and trembling breath. You momentarily close your eyes, before sliding them back open and shoving your flimsy shirt over your head, your hair coming loose from its confines of an earlier and secure ponytail.

So much for a warm welcome and a new start.

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A quiet curse pillows its way out of your pursed lips as you cup your ear and clumsily make your way onto your knees, your stray hairs tickling the sides of your face as you search for your missing earring and stud. Your socked feet nearly slide out from underneath you as you bring yourself down and use your elbows as leverage, closing one eye to look underneath the bed only a foot away from you.

"Oh, come on. You've got to be here somewhere." You whisper out hopelessly, a sound of defeat reverberating in your chest once you're unable to find it beneath the lifted mattress. You let out a groan and allow your arms to let up, the bottom of the dress shirt nearly covering you from the mid-thigh up, lifting as you flop on the floor and land on top of the discarded pair of ripped jeans. You lift your head to rest it on top of your clasped hands and freeze in place as your eyes make contact with bright blue eyes, already looking down at you.

Wavy, dirty blonde hair cascades and rests against beautifully scarred and dimpled skin, accompanied with red and plush lips, them already curved up in a bewildered yet amused grin. Black jeans accentuate long, muscled legs, and a band tee is stretched out against a toned and taut torso. A jean jacket is splayed across sculpted and fully formed biceps, and you have to force yourself to not let out a sound of humiliation as the stranger takes their time drinking in your form.

You can't stop your body from jolting as the man speaks out in the heady air, and your eyes narrow as he chortles out a gentle and mirthful sounding laugh. You push yourself up into a sitting position, your spread legs instinctively curling up underneath you and ankles tightly linking together as you intentionally avert your wide eyes and stare down at the embroidered carpet instead.

"As much as I truly don't mind the view, why exactly are you wearing my only dress shirt, and why are you sprawled out in my room? On the floor, specifically?" You try not to seem affected by the smooth and comforting cadence of his tone, willing yourself to swallow thickly and clear your voice before answering him.

"I didn't want to invade your privacy by getting into your bed without your permission," You blurt out, immediately regretting your choice of words as you take them in yourself. Before the man standing in the doorway can ask you any more questions, you rush to continue. "Lars brought me up here, told me to dress more warmly. This was the first thing I saw when I walked into your closet. I really didn't mean to intrude."

The blue-eyed man's expression insurmountably softens once he notices how out of place and hesitant and nervous you look, going as far to take a step further back from entering his own room to give you more space. He goes to open his mouth to reassure you, before momentarily freezing in place. "Wait, you're here with Lars?" He asks you, his jaw almost slack with shock.

You shake your head adamantly, for some reason having a strong urge to reassure the stranger that you came here on your own and with no one else. "I hate to be the one to tell you, sweetheart, but you could do a lot better. Gremlin can't even admit to breaking his own shit, imagine how he'd treat you," you can't help but catch onto the softness in his tone as he teasingly speaks about his friend, his adoration apparent even as he playfully speaks ill of him. "How about we get some pants on you, and we can sneak you out of here before he realizes you're gone?"

His smile is contagious, and you can't help but temporarily mirror his expression, the frown only coming back to your face once you fully take in your predicament. The man sees your face fall, and he decidedly enters the room and slowly makes his way over to you, sitting down next to you but leaves enough distance for you to still feel comfortable and in your own space.

"What's going on in there, doll?" He asks you and points to your head, his tone surprisingly gentle and in contrast of his clothing, which is emanating the smell of cheap whiskey and half rubbed off cologne. You watch as his hands rise and come to reach out and comfort you, only to stop midway and land on the carpet in between the two of you instead, the rings on his fingers catching light and creating artificial rays up to the top of his high ceiling.

"I don't think I can go back to my place tonight, not without waking up my dormmates and pissing them off even further. The only reason I came over here was to ask for you guys to keep it down, on their behalf," you pause as recognition and distaste culminates on his face, and you sigh and reiterate what you said to Lars earlier, once again. "I was already sleeping, but they woke me up to come over here. They said I was fresh meat, and that you wouldn't treat me as shitty as you've treated them."

An array of emotions temporarily shuffle themselves on the handsome man's face beside you, the emotion he soon settles on being incredulity. He makes sure to maintain eye contact with you before he goes to speak, his fingertips digging themselves into the fabric of the carpet to stop himself from reaching out for you again.

"The only reason we've ever given them shit; was because of the way they came off towards us first. The first time they came over, it was two years ago, and we were celebrating an album release. There was still natural light outside, and it was in the middle of the summer. And they come barging in through our door and threatening to call the police, said their summer studies were more important than whatever we felt like we needed to celebrate for. Spoke to us like we were shit, and when we decided to play music for the first time again a few weeks later, they came back again, only this time with the police," an amused smile tugs his lips upward, and your chest flutters at the sight. "So maybe we smoked a little too much one night, crossed the street and pegged their shit with frozen eggs and blast music a little too loudly when we aren't supposed to. Doesn't mean we're any less than them or any better, also doesn't mean that gives them the right to come over to ours, threaten us, and then talk to us like we're shit."

"Treats other's how you wish to be treated." You murmur, your eyes zeroing in on his and watching as his pupils dilate as he looks back at you. He nods back as if he's in a trance, his fingertips stretching out to brush against yours. This time, you reach forward and slide your own through the delicate and soft fabric, your first knuckles colliding with his. Yours still red, and his ring laden and a pale pink.

Music and shared laughter creates its own traveling sound up the stairs and into his bedroom, yet you two seem undisturbed and unbothered, as it attempts to blanket itself and tries to add on to the comfortable silence the two of you created. "What's your name?" You can't help but ask, a dazed and content look coinciding on both of your expressions as you do so, his thumbs rising from the carpet to brush against yours in a delicate caress.

"James." He simply answers, and your lips raise with the simplicity of it.

"Fitting." You muse, shifting your legs to stretch them out, a light blush dusting your cheeks as your socked feet make contact with his closest thigh. Footsteps traipse themselves up the stairs and pause near the entrance of James' room, and you both let out a laugh as Lars' head hesitantly pops in through the side of the doorway.

The relief on his face is both palpable, and shit-eating all at once. "Looks like I gave you the right room to change in after all," he begins, pleased. "Enough of the chit chat shit. I've got three hundred people downstairs close to passing out, but they're still begging for shots, and I've got three other band members curious about what kind of girl is special enough to keep James away from the alcohol for so long."

The shorter band member ducks down fast enough to miss the tennis shoe coming his way, letting out a hysterical laugh as it flies past him and parachutes down the flight of stairs instead, a resounding shout of muffled pain coming from the bottom of it.

You all share a mutual look of shock, before bursting into laughter. Tears spring to your eyes, and it's hard for you to decipher if they're actually from amusement or from relief. Relief from being around two now named strangers, who seem to be more welcoming to you than your own roommates, who promised to take you in and treat you well. Relief from having to hold back laughter, so you wouldn't be too loud and interrupt a study session, or an afternoon nap.

A ringed hand holds itself out to you once you stop laughing and lightly wipe at your eyes, your own widening as you realize the two of them must be waiting for you. You quickly take ahold of James' hand and avoid Lars' cheeky gaze, the large and calloused palm holding your hand currently helping to keep your own warm.

A shiver travels its way down your spine and goosebumps reappear on your lower legs as you're helped to stand upright, a light breath of laughter coming to life in between you two as you nearly slide from your socks again. Using James' unyielding and firm grasp on your hand for assistance, you squat down to grab ahold of the oversized denim that was offered to you earlier, and shyly wave the pair of jeans in the air near your decently covered chest. "Can you two turn around real quick?" You ask quietly, guilt overcoming you as you appear to provisionally put them out of getting back to their party once again. Lars turns around to face the doorway as soon as you finish your sentence, and James quickly walks over to the door and kicks it shut once you're fully stood back up and his shirt falls back down into place to bracket and cover your upper thighs.

You walk with caution in your socks over to the bed and lean against the bottom frame, before yanking them off entirely and shoving each of your bare feet through the larger legs of the denim. A sound of amusement tears itself out of your chest as you grip onto the waistband of them with both of your hands, and you call out for them to turn back around and see for themselves. Lars lets out a snort and James looks at you with a small smile, before exhaling a breathy chuckle and nodding his head towards his best friend. "You might be better off borrowing a pair of his, since he's closer to you in height and size."

You raise a hand to hide a laugh behind your palm as Lars lets out a half stilted, indignant sound, his bloodshot eyes staring up at his bandmate with unhidden betrayal and his hands coming up to hold onto his hips. "I'll have you know I still get plenty of chicks, short stature and all." You watch as James vehemently nods and runs a hand down his back, before reaching forward and reopening his bedroom door. Lars squares his shoulders and slides through the partial opening, only momentarily pausing to throw his head back to the side to send you both a playful glare. You can't help the wide smile that spreads your lips, the lighthearted sound escaping James' own making it even harder for you to hold back and hide your joviality.

"Is he always like this?" You ask, tired laughter chortling through you as James halfheartedly raises a hand to slowly shake it back and forth.

"Only since '81, when I met him." Your guys' joint amusement delicately turns back into comfortable silence, and the wide smile on your lips melts into a bashful grin. James watches you as you shift your weight on each foot and duck your head, tendrils of loose locks hiding your soft features from his various glimpses of you.

James twists his hand around the doorknob and almost nervously licks his lips. "I'm kind of glad your asshole roommates sent you over here," he starts, his breath stuttering in his chest as you lift your head back up to look at him. "I don't think we would have met if you wouldn't have been." His sentence ends in a near whisper, and your grip on your pants loosens, your fully covered feet making their way over to him on autopilot. You pause mid step, you two now only a breath of a distance away from each other.

"I don't know about that," you murmur, your eyes darting down to his parted lips, your own still lifted and feeling light. "I still think I would have made my way on over to you. To the both of you- all of you, I guess." A light blush dusts your cheeks as you stammer, and James nearly jumps as Lars suddenly reappears, his eyebrows raised and his reddened eyes knowing and glinting.

"Let's get you looking even more mismatched and fucked up for downstairs." He sarcastically cheers, sending a soft smile your way as he places a comfortable looking pair of sweatpants and non-slip socks in your awaiting hands. You thank him and let out a sigh of relief as they turn around to face the door again. You secure the sweats with the drawstring and tuck the bottom half of the dress shirt into the waistline, before bending down to carefully slide on the socks.

"Just to let you know, James has his own bathroom attached to his bedroom and it's only a few feet away." You look up at the sound of an audible slap and yelp, a laugh bellowing out of you as you watch James fluster and shake his head in disbelief. He quickly glances at you once you notify them you're fully dressed, his eyes wide with panic and his plush lips set in a frown. You lightly tap him on the shoulder and grin up at him, letting him know it was alright.

"I- we only stayed in the room because you asked for us to turn around," he excuses, his eyes meeting yours and his tone of voice lowering. "I didn't think you'd be comfortable with me leaving you alone, with such a big party going on downstairs. Anyone could have walked in, and I. I wanted to make sure you were alright." His best friend tosses his head down and hides a grin at his bandmate's uncharacteristic shy tone and body language. You look up at him in silent awe and slowly reach forward to squeeze his hand in thanks, your eyes widening as he instead twists his hand around to securely hold onto yours. Lars glances down at your joined hands and theatrically sighs, before yanking the rest of the door open, not even flinching as it bounces off the wall behind it and James curses him out loud.

"And that was your fault, because you didn't listen to me when I spoke to you guys about the protectant foam plaster," he accuses, his tone sharp but his words light. Lars sends you both an impatient look, before stepping out of the room and beckoning you guys' forward. "You ready to try out a black tooth grin?"

"What exactly is a black tooth grin?" You hesitantly ask, your expression turning cautious as James and Lars smile in unison and don't answer.

"Let's get fucked up, you fucks." Lars sighs out as you three eventually make your way back downstairs, the curse words in his sentence sounding like terms of endearment. You peer up at James once you step off the last stair and onto the bright and chilled tile, hesitantly squeezing his hand before delicately disentangling yours to let go.

"Are you sure it's alright for me to stay the night?" You nearly whisper, the current crowd around you making you feel completely out of your element and uneasy.

James' fingers firmly tighten around yours, before properly engulfing your digits with his, his bright blue eyes looking down at you intently, but gently at the same time.

"You are more than welcome, sweetheart." Lars' head snaps towards you two, and for a moment, you instinctively expect him to decline the offer or disagree. Instead, he sends you both a mirthful, wide shit-eating grin.

"Sweetheart. Fitting." He muses, over the top. James raises a hand to smack him on the back of the head, but he moves too quickly out of the way. "Cheeky, little eavesdropping shit." James mutters to himself, the wide and elated grin on his face counterproductive to the rough tone in his voice. You squeeze his hand reassuringly, smiling up at him as he beams down at you.

"Let's get fucked up, you fucks." You mimic without imitating your new friend's accent, biting back a laugh as James raises an eyebrow and lifts his arm to guide you toward the table full of alcohol. Your eyes widen as a multitude of unknown and already half empty bottles greet you on a table nearly ten feet long, so many bottles on it that they nearly slide off with each step you two take forward. Three pairs of inquisitive eyes make their way on over to you as you step forward to stand alongside James, the awkward smile on your face endearing enough to make them grin back at you and drunkenly introduce themselves. You turn your head to watch as James pours a copious amount of whisky and coke into a solo cup, grabbing a handful of ice and dropping it inside of the concoction before handing it over to you. You wince at the burn during your first sip, but grin as the sweetness of the soda soothes it soon after. James guides you over to a vacant seat once you finish greeting his friends and nearly has you sitting in his lap, letting out a physical laugh against your back as you playfully ask him if he could make you something stronger once you down your first drink.

"Oh, sweetheart. You're going to regret saying that to me, of all people."

⭒

"I just don't think you'd want me on your team is all," you drawl out tipsily, your movements feeling more at ease as you share a secretive smile with Cliff over the edge of your bottle. "I'm not that good at beer pong. Wouldn't want to slow you down or make you lose the game." James narrows his eyes at you as pitters of laughter follow soon after your words, before tossing back the rest of his drink and hastily standing up.

"Alright then. Jason, Kirk, you're with me." he announces, his own tone dazed but still energized. You bite back a laugh as you watch him partially stumble over to a cluttered table and attempt to shove all of its used contents into the nearest trash bin, him missing nearly ninety percent of it and the rest just narrowly making its way inside. You and Lars stand up at the same time and share a wild grin, you quickly following suit of him filling up solo cups and placing them in their assigned spots. Cliff makes his way over and stands in the middle of your side of the pool table, with Lars to his right and you to his left. Thick wafts of smoke encircle themselves around your head and give you a mild second hand high, as he simultaneously sucks on the handmade filter of a backwoods pre-rolled blunt and places his part of the betting money on the side of the table closest to Kirk.

"I saw you make those three beer bottles in that trash can ten feet away an hour ago. You make those same shots with these ping pong balls, we split the money evenly and you'll have something to tease James about," Cliff whispers to you, voice muffled as he inhales a large puff of marijuana mixed with nicotine and allows it to expel out of his nostrils. He shoots an innocent looking smile to James as he watches you two from across the table, his calloused fingertips teasing the precipice of his cup and his eyes rarely straying away from you. Your lips lift even higher as the two of you make eye contact, a blush making permanent dormancy on the apples of your cheeks as an uncontrollable smile lifts his own. You force yourself to look away as Cliff continues to speak. "Although I don't think that'll be a problem. You could miss every point and we'd still probably win; with the way he can't stop looking at you."

"Just stand there and send him a smile every few minutes, why don't you." Lars adds, ducking forward as you try to reach behind Cliff and hit him on his back.

"Just for that, I'm going to try and beat your highest score," you playfully threaten, your eyes lazily rolling to the side as your newly acquired friend cries out a childish ooh. You shift closer to Cliff and begin to pay attention as the game starts on James' side. "Is it dumb of me to feel bad for lying to him about not being good at beer pong?" You quietly ask him, your voice nearly inaudible over the few drunks staying the night and the rest of party goers slowly making their way out and home, their loud declarations of them having a good time making your ears ring. Cliff sends you an inquisitive look, before raising an eyebrow and lowering down his ashtray, his lip ticking upward on the side as Lars curses out loud and lifts up another solo cup. Kirk smirks and leans against the pool table, his slightly crooked middle finger reaching past the few cups left on their side to greet his best friend with his digit.

"I think it's nice of you to feel guilty for something as small as lying about not being good at beer pong. It shows the good in you," he pauses mid answer as he bounces his ball towards the largest cup on the opposite side of the table, his side smirk turning into a full-blown grin as Kirk huffs and hesitantly lifts up the goblet full of vodka. Cliff lightly nudges you with his elbow until you loosen up and breathe out a soft chuckle. "As long as you don't lie about serious shit and you treat him well, then you have nothing to worry about."

You hum, before stopping in place and shooting your eyes upward to quizzically look at him. "Was that a subtle threat?" You ask him, impressed and amused as he gives you an overexaggerated once over and throws his ball without even looking. As you gape and watch as his ball catches along the side of the rim of the cup and lands in the plastic alcoholic beverage with ease, Cliff sends James a wink and passes you a ball from the half empty bucket beside you.

"Your turn."

You take a deep breath and push his half assed response to the back of your mind, the heels of your heavily socked feet lifting from the ground as you toss your ping pong ball over to their side of the table. You close your eyes and hold back a wince as silence envelops everyone around you, before jumping in shock as Lars reaches over past Cliff and grips your shoulders with a loud cheer. "You double tapped, which means someone has to drink from both cups, and you get another shot," a small, celebratory smile makes its way to your lips, it quickly turning into a small, mirthful smirk as James picks up both cups and pours them into one. "Drink it and weep, bitch."

James sends Lars a dirty look, before tossing the half-filled cup of beer back in a few large gulps, a grimace etched in his facial features as he bitterly swallows the room temperature lager. "Last time I checked, you and Kirk sucked ass the last four times we played and nearly gave yourselves alcohol poisoning."

Kirk lets out a resounding groan, the goblet nearly toppling over as he blindly drops it back down on the table, his forearms immediately wrapping themselves around his middle once both of his hands are free. "Don't talk about that, man. I'll throw up just from thinking about it," you send him a sympathetic look and toss him your spare elastic, nodding back at him as he shouts out a drunken thank you and haphazardly ties up his hair. "I think I might need to forfeit. Some crazy shit is going on down there."

Jason perks up and from his tired stupor on the side of the table, his eyes already half closed, and his arms open wide enough for Kirk to fall into. Kirk lets out a sigh of relief once he's embraced and able to lean against something that isn't an inanimate object, blindly reaching up to pat on his bandmate's curly hair in gratitude. "Sounds good to me, I've got another gig in the afternoon and the smell of Yuengling is getting to me."

Lars lets out an elongated yawn and Cliff nods to himself, before turning to you and tilting his head towards a downtrodden looking James. You speak up before you have the chance to second guess it, wanting and craving to see the youthful smile on his face once again.

"You and me," you propose, feeling shy as the rest of the guys pause their slow movements and look over at you. You keep your eyes trained on James, his blue irises reigniting and lighting up with your next words, his hands halting in the process of collecting the still filled cups. "Whoever double taps or gets the next two shots in a row, wins. Whoever loses owes the winner something."

James unfurls and realigns the cups in their original positions, sending you a cheeky grin as you teasingly toss a ping pong ball back and forth in between your cupped hands. "So, what do you say?"

"You know, sweetheart. A lucky double tap or two during a 3v3 doesn't necessarily mean you're going to be able to win against or beat me." Your jaw ticks as he proudly waits for your response, his ringed fingers curling around the thick edges of wood in anticipation for your response.

You take a deep breath and steady yourself, before simply saying, "Get ready to lose, big boy."

⭒

A wide grin lifts your entire face as you watch James chug down the last gulp in his final solo cup, his eyes displaying his obvious exhaustion and drunkenness as he tosses it down once he's finished. "I can't believe I just lost to a girl." You go to look around for the response from the boys, but grin to yourself once you remember that they all forced themselves to go to sleep about an hour ago.

You let out a laugh of disbelief and set down your half-finished bottle of water, meeting James halfway as he clumsily tries to clean up the mess on the table. "I guess I finally found your flaw." You announce, the second hand high and earlier inebriation slowly easing off and allowing you to feel clearer minded.

James places the garbage bag down and gently grabs ahold of your hands, using them as leverage to tug you forward and into his arms. "And what would that be?" You let out a teasing hum and laugh into his chest as he breathes out an impatient grunt. Taking a step back, you smile as his flushed cheeks and slightly disheveled hair come back into view.

"Not only are you the definition of a sore loser, but you're also misogynistic." You hold back a bout of laughter as he sputters and immediately begins to disagree.

"That's not true," he denies, unclasping one of his hands from yours to tilt your chin up and hold you in place with his thumb and index fingers. You playfully raise an eyebrow and allow yourself to giggle as he continues to vehemently disagree. "I respect you, respected you so much that I didn't even try to look at you while you were changing earlier," James' voice lowers into an unsure whisper, his thumb grazing the soft skin on your jawline. "I wanted to."

Your breath hitches in your chest at his confession, your free hand coming up to encircle itself around his raised wrist. You watch as his eyes deepen in color at your newfound touch, his eyelids starting to look weighed down. "Yeah?" You quietly ask him back, warmth pooling in your groin as he silently nods and ardently looks down at you. "I wanted you to look at me too."

James wets his lips and guides you forward with his grip on your chin, close to the point of your breaths mingling and nearly merging into one. "You said the loser owes the winner something," you dazingly blink and nod up at him, the tips of your toes rubbing against the front of his boots as you step closer, are guided closer. Your eyes hood as he brings himself down to your height, his natural scent and combination of cologne and alcohol enough to make your head feel as if it was swimming. James' thumb lightly tugs at your bottom lip, and you open your mouth obediently, your grip tightening around his wrist as he lets out a shuttered exhale. "Tell me what you want then," he pleads. "I'll give you anything. Just tell me."

You try to tell yourself that it's too soon, that he'll get tired of you once he gets what he wants. But you've never had a man look at you like this before. Not just looking like he wanted you, but wanted to engrave you into him, to make you a permanent by his side. You release his wrist and slide a hand into the thick locks near the nape of his neck and bring him in, impossibly closer, your heart feeling as if it was about to beat and land outside of your chest.

"Kiss me," you gasp into the electrified air, the warm puffs of exhalation of his breaths against you full on stop, before he lets out a sigh of relief and places his lips on top of yours.

Whisky and beer and mixed drinks are what you taste at first, but they all fall behind as his arms lower down to your middle and lift you from the ground, your own arms entangling themselves around his neck and your lips parting as an invitation as he kisses you breathless. Day old stubble brushes against your cupids bow as his tongue testily makes its way into your awaiting mouth, and you moan as he instinctively laps at the roof of your mouth and brings his teeth forward to nip at your bottom lip. You suck on his tongue and caress his with your own, wanting to familiarize yourself with the taste of his appendage and spit.

Your legs rise and wrap around his waist as he grips your flesh so firmly, you know they'll be fingerprints embedded in your skin for days after. You feel him grunt against you as you tug at the hair residing right above his scalp, thick spit trails keeping you both connected as you two part, the coolness in the air from the winter now long gone. Heat curls in your middle, and you have to stop yourself from lowering your sex to rub against his front.

James shudders and licks up the slabs of connective saliva that land on his chin, leaning towards you once more to share the taste, before despairingly disconnecting with you once again.

You both gasp for breath, your chests beating erratically and hands grasping so tightly onto each other that if one of you two were to try and pull away, the other would refuse and tighten their grip. You lean forward to rest your forehead against his and airily breathe in his scent. James' large palms rub their way up and down the spine of your back, and he lets out an adoration filled laugh as you only half successfully hold back a quiet yawn.

"Think I should take you up to the guest room." He murmurs in the silent room around you two, the soft and seemingly all-defining cadence in his tone making your eyelids feel even heavier. You peer up at him through blurry eyes, the exhaustion you felt earlier finally catching up with you now.

"I can't sleep with you?" You tiredly ask, a blood red flush making its way down your chest as James simply raises an eyebrow and rests his hands near the swell of your ass.

"If you come up to my room, the last thing we'll be doing is sleeping," he admits, his lips brushing against yours as he speaks. You absentmindedly lick your lips to chase the taste of him and freeze in place as his mouth impulsively opens for you. James lets out a groan and tosses his head back, his facial expression looking almost pained. His fingertips ground themselves into your backside and you let out a helpless moan, his own cock twitching with interest at the sound you emit. "I want to take my time with you, have to," he whispers in the space between you two. James tilts his head forward and places a gentle kiss to your forehead, before maneuvering you back down on your feet. His hands come down to cradle yours, and he brings them up to his chest. "I've rushed things before and fucked them up, but I don't want to do that with you. There's something special here, and I know you can feel it too."

You nod in agreeance and lightly rub the pads of your fingertips against his almost trembling knuckles. "I do. Of course I do, James." You reassure him gently, wishing to bring yourself back in his arms already.

"Let's take our time with this, figure this shit out and make it work," he says in a more stable tone, your admittance of returning what he felt giving him enough confidence to continue. "And when we figure all this out and everything settles through, the only place you'll be wanting to be at is my bedroom." Your grip tightens around his and you let out a huff of annoyance, a small smile gathering on your kissed red lips as James refuses to let you go as you try to tug your hands away.

"Okay," you agree, your eyelids fluttering shut as he lets go of one of your hands to cradle the side of your face instead. You tiredly reopen them and nearly gasp at the amorous look on his face, his pupils blown wide and the lightest shade of blue you've seen of them yet. "We'll wait and we'll take our time."

James leans back down once more, sliding his lips against yours in a slick and passionate kiss, before forcing himself to let you go and taking a step back. You pulse forward, every fiber in your being craving to be closer to a man you had just barely met, but felt like you already knew. Before you can overthink, a warm hand engulfs yours and gently tugs you forward. You fight back a shiver as a cold waft of air makes its way to your feet underneath the front door as you walk past it, and up the staircase. You let out a shocked bout of laughter as your feet are swept out from underneath you, and you relax against his chest as he carries you the rest of the way to your temporary room.

You hold back a sound of displeasure as you're placed back down and stepped away from again, a door only a few feet away from his a few inches away from you now. You swallow thickly and feel yourself flush as you watch James hungrily track the movement.

"Sweetheart, I need you to walk away from me first." You furrow your brows in confusion, before understanding. Fighting back the urge to step closer to him and grasp onto his solid warmth, you instead take a step back and grip onto his dress shirt instead.

"Goodnight." You murmur out, the electrified air that once surrounded you two downstairs, now feels stagnant and needy, hungry. James places his hands in his jean jacket and whispers the same sentiment, watching you slowly make your way into the guest bedroom, and even further away from the only person you currently wanted to be around.

You let out an exhausted sigh and run your hand against the wall until you find a light switch, automatically flinching as it's situated right in front of you and on top of a side table. You kick off the sweatpants and neatly fold them and place them on top of the dresser closest to the door, the ends of James' shirt falling down your thighs feeling like the ghost of his temporary and earlier touch.

You moan in relief once you situate yourself in bed and are under the covers, your nearly fully closed eyes snapping open and a tired smile encapsulating your entire face, as a gentle knock raps itself a few times against the wall separating the two of you. A gentle reminder that he was still there, and you two still had time. As you quickly find yourself falling asleep, the only words that come to mind are the words that you two had whispered to each other earlier, in your guys' first ever promise.

Make it work.

And to this day, I still wish for it to.