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Fantasy Resembles Life	By : Lewainam Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Metallica Views: 1983 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Metallica. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Fantasy Resembles Life

Rated: NC-17

Summary: Kirk is lonely and horny without James around. So he does the next best thing.

Disclaimer: I do not own or know any of the characters I write about. :( Sadly. Do not sue me. please.

I love the feel of his moustache against the back of my neck. It’s one of my most favorite feelings in the world.
When he sneaks behind me and his arms encircle me, pulling me against his chest. A purr comes first, like a sigh that transforms into a low moan. Then I feel his breath, hot and moist, against my neck. His fingers smooth out over my stomach and I lean my head back against his tall shoulder. I hear him breathing, and they’re those deep breaths that turn me on so bad. He rubs his face into my hair and I hear him inhale deeply with a contented sigh. A hand moves up and brushes my hair away so he can press a soft kiss to the top of my spine. God, the feel of it. His warm lips surrounded by the small prickles of his moustache that tickle my skin. Goosebumps crawl all the way down to my arms and I shiver. “James...” I whisper...
“James,” I say blandly and stare up at the ceiling of my hotel room. James isn’t here. James if off doing some interview. The Dictator Ulrich has him running around nonstop to promote the new album. But why does James have to be gone so much? What is Jason doing other then sitting in his room watching some kung-fu movie?!
Alright, I know that’s unfair. We all do our equal share of the press. Well, not equal. Lars and James do most of it, since they are the faces people most want to see. I can’t be mad at anybody for this. It’s the life we chose and have to deal with, no matter how horny we may be.
I return to my daydream.
James gently grabs my chin and turns my head around and he presses a kiss to my lips. Warm and sweet for a long minute. Then I turn andp myp my arms over his shoulders. He’s taller then me, but that’s perfect by me. I love his height and strength. God, how the man can fuck. Harder then anyone I’ve ever been with. His long legs just never tire and when I’m feeling the more submissive, it’s real fun to let him unleash that force behind that size.

I’m hard just thinking about the way he can fuck me into next month. But that’s not my fantasy...not the one I’ve chosen for this moment. I rewind and start from where I left off. Right...shoulders...

I wrap my arms over his shoulders. He smiles down at me before pressing his lips to mine again. The kiss turns heated this time out. His tongue hot and demanding against my bottom lip. He nips that same lip as I open for him. There’s some sound I let out, some high pitched mewl. James chuckles against my lips and pushes me back. Oh yeah. Hands unbutton my black silk shirt and toss it away like a rag. Next thing, I’m on my back. James has my nipple under his tongue and the flames on my hip under his fingers. I know he loves those tattoos...a little too much sometimes.
I smirk and let my hand travel down my body. The other tweaks at a nipple and I sigh. I rub my stomach right above where the pubiir sir starts and moan.
“James...” I whisper in reality and in my fantasy. He has my pants off and is licking and biting his way up my legs. Transferring to give each equal treatment. James gets to the sensitive skin of my inner thigh and scrapes his teeth along it. I jerk and moan. His eyes catch mine and he licks the red skin before moving on. God, the man was so hot.
My fingers wrap around my cock. Hot, smooth flesh surrounded by my own ,rough, callused fingers. No, not James, but they’ll have to do.
Talented, guitarist fingers tickle the underside of my balls and I push my head into a pillow. I groan as he licks even closer to his goal. I know where he’s heading. James was never much for games. He likes to get to the “Good stuff” as he put it.
I gasp, wrapping my fingers under my own balls.
“Fuck, James.”
“Shhh, baby,” he whispers. His fingers continue to play with my balls but it’s his mouth I’m watching now. He’s looking down at my erection as he licks his lips. And that image...is forever a part of my fantasies, no matter which one. I had glimpsed James doing that once and it was the hottest things I have ever seen.
I let my fingers move back up to my cock. The heat of it seeming to burn them. I am so hard and horny. I wish James were really here.
His tongue slides out of his mouth and he licks the head of my cock. His blue eyes catch mine again. They’re all heat. Blue like a storm dancing in the summertime. The heat of his mouth follows and I can’t watch because my eyes are rolling back into my head. His mouth is hot and wet. He wraps his lips around the head and licks my slit. My body quivers against him as he moans around my cock.
“James!” I mewl. My fist is working at a good rhythm. My eyes are closed tight and sweat is a fine sheet over my body.
He runs his tongue up the underside of my shaft and smiles before he engulfs my length into his mouth. I gasp and moan but it doesn’t save me from the feeling of pure heat and pleasure that seems to smash into my spine. He develops a slow rhythm and I move my hips to it, letting my fingers run through his hair and over his shoulders. I feel a finger at my entrance and tighten my hold on his scalp. It pushes slightly, just to get some pressure and I make some kind of whining sound in protest of the small gesture.
I lick my dry lips and keep at pumping my cock. Even fantasy James is hot as all fuck.
The rhythm is faster and James is moaning softly around me. The vibrations adding to the feeling and making my mind shake. His finger pushes deeper and I arch toward it, wanting it deeper. Wanting him in me. He obliges by pushing in all the way. He does something amazing with his tongue and at the same time crooks his finger in a way that hits me right on. I scream out his name, scream out anything that I can. His mouth is around me, his finger is working inside me. I come explosively. My sight erupts into sharp colors that seem to blind me though I can see them all perfectly.
I groan out James’ name and hit that sensitive spot on my cock a couple times, pushing it to the limit. I come hard. My breathing fast and uneven. Hitching every once in awhile as I continue to move my hand over my cock.
The door opens and James enters. “I hate Lars for...Jesus fucking...fuck,” he stops only three steps into the room. The only sound is the door clicking shut behind him. I stare up at him with wide eyes. I know I look like a deer caught in the headlights. I don’t know if I should be ashamed or not by the way he’s looking at me.
“Jesus Quirk,” he breathes. I like the way that sounds, all deep and low. I decide shame is not the thing to feel with the way he’s looking at me now. He drops the bag he is carrying and steps to the edge of the bed. “You could have waited on me,” he says with a sexy little grin. His eyes roam down my body and I can’t help but smile smugly. I’m hot and he knows it. I giggle and his eyes move back to my own.
“I’m impatient,” I say and reach a hand for him. “But you’re here now.”
James takes my hand and crawls up my body. “Absolutely right, Hamlet. You better have been thinking about me while you were doing that,” he whispers hoarsely into my ear. He breaths against my neck, deep and warm breaths. I close my eyes and nod in anticipation of that prickle of moustache as he kisses me. He does a second later. His lips hot and moist on my skin, and his moustache tickling my skin. I moan and lean my head back. My hands pulling at his shirt.
“Off, now...all of it,” I demand and bring my lips up for a fiery kiss before releasing him to undress. James pulls off my body and quickly undresses. I watch and giggle at the trouble he has getting his tight jeans down his long legs. He awkwardly stumbles out of them and stands as if he had just given a worthy performance. I try not to laugh, letting my eyes wonder over his body. Tall, lean, sexy. His skin was tan from the beach time he and I have been having and he’s been working out, working thoseght ght love handles away. They were cute but this James...this James renders me speechless. I drool as he climbs up my body again. He notices the drying semen on my stomach and leans down to clean me up with his mouth. I can’t stop the pathetic whimper that escapes me.
“You are so sexy, baby,” he says softly. His hands play up my sides and back down again. He leans down and presses small kisses to my chest. I feel his erection bump against my thigh and know that we’re going to need some kind of lube soon. His mouth is at my neck now, teeth nipping sensitive skin. Pleasure stabs through my body and I gasp, trying to reach for the drawer next to the bed. I slide it open and pull out the tube with a smile. James has reached my lips again and he kisses me passionately. His heat and arousal seeping through that kiss. Our hips are rocking together as I slowly become hard again. This man, damn.
I press the lube against his arm and he breaks the kiss to look at it.
“Need you right now,” I breathe and jerk my hips upwards, making him growl at me. He takes the lube and leans back some. I watch him work with getting me ready. I love this part. It’s so erotic and intimate. James spreads my legs out and moves between them comfortably. Lube is pressed onto his hand and I bite my lip as he smears it on his fingers and presses one to my entrance. It’s cold for a second then heats up quick. James kisses the inside of my knee as he pushes his finger in deeper. I mewl and squirm against him.
“Shhh, baby,” he whispers and rubs his other hand up and down my thigh. Another finger is added and both curve upward with a quick flick. I hiss and grab the sheets tightly in my fists.
“James! Fuck, Get in me now!” I yell at him. His eyes widen slightly and he smirks at me. But he doesn’t refuse me. Another squirt of lube is on his hand and he works it onto his cock. His slitted eyes hold mine as he moves to my entrance.
“Ready baby?” he asks, kissing my knee again. I nod and grab his strong arm.
He pushes in slowly. Little by little. Inch by Inch. I arch against him, trying to get him to hurry, but he takes his sweet time. Finally, he’s all the way inside me and I can feel his balls against my ass cheeks. He’s still for a few moments, just breathing, his eyes closed. James looks so hot like that. Like he’s already coming and it makes me impatient.
“James,” I whisper. He seems to shake his head unbelievingly and begins to move slowly.
“God, Kirk. So hot...so tight. Fuck, so good,” he says as he rocks his hips in a lazy motion.
“Please,” I beg, clawing at his arm, trying to get him to move faster. Harder. I need him right now! I think he gets the idea and picks up his rhythm. His hips begin to piston and I can hear sweaty skin slapping against sweaty skin. The sounds of us together make me desperate enough to come just by themselves. James is panting, harsh breaths that every so often come out as my own name whispered. I’m not much better, my breaths quick and almost painful. s iss is pounding now. And I reach up to hold onto the bed post to keep from hitting my head against the wall.
“Fuck,” James curses. Sweat is glistening over his chest and neck. He looks delicious. I watch the muscles of his arms move as he fucks me. The power in those arms. Suddenly it’s too much. My head falls back.
“James...James!” I pant harshly and James reaches down to grip my erection. He jerks me off in time with his thrusts. It takes only a couple pulls and I’m coming. I scream and see my cum hit his chest, but that doesn’t slow him at all. In fact, I don’t think he even noticed it.
James groans harshly and smacks into me through my orgasm and I think that’s what does him in. His eyes clench tight and he yells out my name as he pushes deep into me one last time. His hips jerk and I feel warmth spread into me. Then his arms give out and he falls onto me with a grunt. I would love to say nestled under James’ warmth forever, but this was the crushing, suffocating kind of warmth. I pushed at his chest. James murmured some apology and rolled off of me, his breath ragged and eyes still closed.
I fight to catch my breath also. I love James. I have loved him for a long, long time. And over those 8 years, our sex life is still going strong. I look at him and brush a sweaty strand of hair from his forehead and kiss him there. He smiles slowly and wraps am arm around me, pulling me close to him. He kisses the top of my head.
“Love you, Kirk,” he whispers.
“Love you too, Het,” I answer and nuzzle into his shoulder.
“Next time wait for me, Quirk,” he teases.
I laugh and run my fingers across his ribcage. His skin jumps and I smile. “I don’t think so. Maybe next time you’ll think about what I’m doing and come back from interviews quicker.”
James snorts and presses another kiss to my head. “You’re just kinky, is all. You want me walking in on you,”
“Maybe,” I answer. “You liked it, so shut up.” I sigh and James doesn’t say another word. I smile and nestled against James’ warm body, I fall asleep to dream about him once again.

The End.
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