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Just For a Little While	By : Darcie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Metallica Views: 1252 -:- 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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- 1-Just For a Little While
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Disclaimer: In no manner do I own these fine gentlemen, or have ever received permission to use their figments for artistic purposes. I have only seen them from a distance. This story contains slash and adult material. You have been warned, and of course, I am making no profit off of this.

(My first fic ever with the Metallica boys… not my first Jerry Cantrell though (former Alice in Chains singer/songwriter/guitarist)

“Fuck, Quirk!” James Hetfield may have just gotten out of rehab, but no institution could take away that frontman’s short temper. “If you don’t get that beer can,” he exclaimed punctually, his pointer finger erect in the other guitarist’s fa“Out“Out of my fucking sight, I’m gonna kill ya.”
Kirk simply grinned smugly as he knocked the still unopened can off the nearby table and kicked it across the room towards the wastebasket without breaking eye contact with James. “You couldn’t kill me if you tried,” he remarked as he turned to peer through the window behind him, waiting for the hot-shot producer guy that wished to speak with them. Why wasn’t Lars here taking care of this shit?
“Whatever,” James mumbled gruffly and returned his arm to his chest to link with his other. He continued to stand in the waiting room as Kirk moved over to the nearby couch and took a seat, interrupting the silence with its squeaks of folding leather. His eyes scanned the next room rather unfocused until a lean figure brought the blue orbs back into focus. “Hey… Isn’t that Jer?” he asked softly, while motioning for Kirk to get up just after he’d taken a seat and confirm the assumption.
Sighing heavily, he stood up; rolling his eyes at the leather noise emitted as he got up and moved over beside James to peer through the soundproof glass to glance at the new figure. It sure as hell was the former Alice in Chains guitarist. “God… look at him…” he murmured in a saddened tone.
“He looks like hell.” James stated as Kirk nodded beside him.
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“I just can’t lay down this track…” Jerry mumbled as he collapsed into a stiff, wooden chair that would irritate him further, just for the hell of it. It was almost impossible at this very moment for him to feel any lower. Was it possible to spiral downwards any more?
“We need this song, Cantrell. C’mon. I’m sure you’ll find the inspiration somewhere… Just go and find it quickly.” The producer tapped his ballpoint pen upon the desk roughly, not caring if the desk was scratched at that point or not. His main concern was having these songs completed by deadline, even though he was pretty sure that the two-disc option the guitarist/singer/songwriter wished for would not meet completion.
Jerry’s head dropped as his chin met his chest. He placed his hands upon the table and pushed the chair back, barely able to as the carpet inhibited easy movement. Without a word or glance at the producer, he stood up and tucked his long dirty blonde hair behind his ears. As he turned to exit the room, his eyes befell the forms of two of his best friends in the waiting room. His heart skipped a beat at the sight as he mechanically moved towards the door, having done this action before after being dumped by his first record company. He could sense failure if this procedure wasn’t done.
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The two Metallica boys hadn’t meant to keep standing there, staring at the withered form of Jerry. James could only shake his head and murmur, “If only Layne had more control….”
Kirk, however, had no words to even murmur as he took in the beautiful sight that would always be Jerry Cantrell. That figure, that hair, that talent, that aura of sex appeal. His mouth practically watered as his mind began to wander with sudden thoughts of healing Jerry’s pain, even if it was just one time; one time of heated passion that built up at only a glance. He mentally slapped himself as he noticed his quickened heartbeat and breathing rate. Frantically, he looked up at James, praying that his perverted thoughts of taking advantage of Jerry after such an incident were still hidden. He let out a faint breath of relief when he noticed James couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight either.
Just then the two of them gasped simultaneously when Jerry’s aching blues met their gaze. The door handle turned eerily, causing Kirk to swallow roughly while James remained completely calm. It was pushed open slowly and silently, the lithe figure of Jerry smoothly squeezing through the small opening he allowed himself. As the door clicked shut, Kirk jumped slightly, but it went unnoticed as the beastly James practically hid his entire body. “Het,” he greeted unemotionally.
“Jer.” James reached out with both arms and enveloped Jerry in a tight embrace, holding the wounded man to his body.
Kirk’s breath hitched in his throat at the sight before him; Jerry’s arms reaching up to casually hug the man back, his head resting upon one of those broad shoulders. His head resting upon one of those broad shoulders.
Jerry’s eyes had slipped closed for a second but then they reopened and met the wide brown eyes of Kirk. James was planning on holding Jerry for a fairly long time, which didn’t bother the grunge rocker as he gazed into those deep brown eyes, a twinge of excitement running through his body as the sheer image of that older, handsome guitarist. His head was screaming at him to just wait a bit longer before seeking sexual aid since the loss of his former male lover, but his body was aching to be pleased. How lucky was he to run into the perfect person.
“I offer my condolences.” James released Jerry gently, afraid that if contact was given then too quickly taken away, the man may crack and crumble to the carpet floor. He was responded to with a small smile that didn’t cause the lips to part and that was all James needed as he stepped aside a bit, allowing Kirk to step forward and embrace their friend as well.
‘I didn’t know James knew such a big word…’ he thought to himself before that large, protecting figure moved aside, invisibly causing a force that sucked Kirk forward. It had to be done. His arms reached out and wrapped around Jerry in a masculine fashion, but the hug was not responded to in a masculine manner. Long, yet strong arms found his waist and moved about them, hands resting upon his lower back. ‘Oh god.’ he murmured inwardly as he fought to keep his eyes open and his cock lowered before Jerry had a well-defined bulge rubbing against him.
Jerry knew exactly what he was doing as he let his hands move to Kirk’s lower back, eagerly wanting to just move lower and grab away. But he knew the situation was awkward, especially with Hetfield still present whom was oblivious to the simple gazes and motions that were actually more complex that the Metallica frontman could understand. Sometimes that Het was as thick as a bull’s hide. He, too, place his head upon the shoulder in front of him, but turned it slightly, his lips about to graze over the part Philippi’s earlobe. “I know what you’re thinking…” he mumbled, his voice rasping in its softness. “Send Het away… just for a little while…” That last part came out a bit more desperate than he intended but it didn’t matter. If he could just be pleasured this once, right now, he’d be content to go one for another extended period of time with no physical love.
‘Send Het away… just for a little while…’ Kirk shivered as Jerry’s voice and moisture hit his ear, with such a strong command. Was it possible that Jerry was needing it that badly? How much was he hurting from his loss? Reluctantly, he pulled out of the hug, Jerry following suit calmly to them place his hands in his front blue jeans’ pockets. “Het,” he began, snapping James out of his daze from examining his cuticles. Damn Lars!
“Yea?” he responded, looking up, not even realizing that the two other guitarist were standing there waiting for him to return to the real world.
“Um…” Kirk placed his hands in his own jeans’ pockets as he put on an innocent act. “Jer said that producer only needs to speak with one of us really…”
“Fucking thank you, Quirk!” James reached out and slapped Kirk on the arm happily, ignoring the slight ‘ow’ from Kirk’s part. “I’ll just go downstairs and raid the lounge. Be seeing you around Jer!” he remarked before giving them a brief ‘later’ wave and headed out of the waiting room towards the elevators.
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It was now just the two of them alone in the waiting room. “I, uh,” Kirk began, but stumbled before even a fragment could escape his mouth. He was just too sober and horny to think of anything smart to say at this moment, and luckily, he was asked not to say anything at all.
“Shhhh…” Jerry placed a finger over Kirk’s lips, his eyes following his finger. “No words, alright? I just… need… this.” Leaning in closer to Kirk’s form, he removed his finger from the softness of those lips to feel the softness with his own. At first contact, Jerry groaned, having not felt anything like this in so long. His degradation trip had been a long one with a horrid ending that was inevitable.
The kiss deepened as the groan produced by Jerry triggered Kirk to open his mouth and immediately suck Jerry’s tongue his awaiting warmth. His fairly full size lips overpowered Jerry’s and it was welcomed with another long, desperate groan as guitarist saliva was shared. “Oh god,” Kirk exclaimed as he suddenly broke the kiss, his hands reaching out to grasp the younger man’s shoulders to keep himself steady. His legs were weakening as his half-hard cock began to strain against the confines of his jeans. “We can’t do this here….”
“I fucking know what you mean…” Jerry reached up a bit shakily and pulled Kirk’s hands from his shoulders, to entangle one hand with one of Kirk’s, enjoying the feel of another set of callused fingertips. “This way.”
Kirk wasn’t used to being half-dragged down some random corridors in an unknown recording studio. He wasn’t even sure why he asked to come to this particular one anyway. But at the moment, that reason could go to hell for all he cared as Jerry finally approached a door to a room, not another hallway. “Jer…” he began but his mouth was captured again by those frantic lips as he was backed into the dark room, with no idea where in the building they were.
Jerry had no intention of slowing down at all as the door was kicked shut and hands sought out Metallica skin as the kisses shortened due to rapid breathing. His hands began on Kirk’s neck, rubbing the supple flesh gently until his hands moved down over the prominent collar bones, to then grace the contours of Kirk’s chest before falling further to then move back up with the silk shirt going upwards as well.
“Ah, fuck…” Kirk murmured as his shirt slid across his nipples, making them erect while his skin tingled wherever those graceful fingertips touched. “Jer…” he tried again but this time a palm met with his lips, asking for complete silence. Nodding against the hand, he felt the shirt being pulled away inch by inch from his body, indicating that buttons were being undone. Just then a snap interrupted the song of erratic breathing and cool air rushed in to fill the warmth where Kirk’s pants once were.
“Mmmmmmmm...” Jerry moaned when the pants could be heard sliding down skin. He got down on his knees, and reached out in the dark, locating Kirk’s feet to then follow them upwards, over the barely hairy legs, squeezing here and there. “No underwear…” He stated huskily as his fingers met with no boxers and when he leaned his face closer, his cheek bumped into the fully erect cock of Kirk Hammett.
“Uh…” Kirk whimpered lightly, trying to keep silent as the head of his cock bumped against Jerry’s cheek, sending a shock up his spine. His breathing became even more erratic if possible as his mind tried to put together the situation, but all was lost when a wet warmth enveloped his heat, eliciting a long moan. “God… Jer…” his throat croaked out as he felt his head meet with the back of Jerry’s. His hands reached out blindly to grasp handfuls of that long dirty blonde hair and tugged every so often in rhythm with Jerry’s sucking and swallowing motions.
Suddenly, the warmth was taken away and Kirk nearly swore aloud as he removed his hands from Jerry’s hair to run through his own. He was confused as fuck about what the hell was going on. He’s taken to some pitchblack dark room by Jerry, who makes him be quiet and then quits sucking him before he’s close. He could hear the soft sounds of clothing removal on the other side of the room. “Jer?” He tried once again to speak to the man he had just met up with by pure coincidence.
“What have I been asking you to do?” The reply was a bit harsh compared to the soft moans he had heard just a minute earlier. He stepped back up to Kirk, whom hadn’t moved, thankfully, and reached out to grasp that still saliva moistened cock. “What the fuck have I been asking you to do? Just be quiet! That’s all I want!”
Kirk practically jumped off the floor when his cock was taken into the Cantrell grip, but then to be the brunt of that Cantrell dominance; his mind was about to explode. He felt a bead of sweat slide down his cheek but he made no move to rid himself of it.
“Fucking lay down on the floor,” Jerry demanded as he gave Kirk’s cock a good long stroke before releasing the quivering member so his order could be completed.
Trembling slightly, Kirk bucked into Jerry’s hand just before it was released and followed the command of lying down on the floor, stomach to the carpet but as soon as he began to relax, Jerry’s hands were on him determining how he was positioned. To his surprise, he was violently rolled over onto his back and sat upon. The weight was welcome but highly unexpected. Squirming lightly, he felt the head of his cock brush against Jerry’s perineum as his fellow guitarists positioned himself to be entered by Kirk’s cock.
“This is going to be so fucking good…” Jerry murmured as he reached down with a pre-moistened finger, that Kirk hadn’t even detected in the dark, and slipped it inside himself, moving in and out in that old fashioned rhythm before pressing in another to scissor the entrance. “Christ…” he murmured as he other hand fell upon Kirks torso to squeeze and massage as his fingers worked himself in preparation. “Ah!” he gasped aloud as he entered a third finger and began to move against them, already riding the feeling of be filled.
Kirk could hardly contain himself as his vocal chords begged to speak, to voice something, but he couldn’t, wouldn’t go against the wish Jerry had spoken earlier. His mind was beginning to put the pieces together; Jerry wasn’t after him personally; the heartbroken man was just trying to fill a temporary void through the bitterness of Layne’s passing. He sighed heavily as Jerry murmured and moaned, his memory writing that sound into his long-term storage. Just then, his hands moved out to his side as a hand grasped his cock once again, yet this time, it was led to Jerry’s opening and he almost had an orgasm from just that one sheath of his cock into that tightness. “Oh…god…” he squeaked out, having not felt such a tightness in a long time. With a wife, that sense of feeling was hard to come by.
Jerry moaned loudly, his low voice reverberating around the obviously small room. He did so again as he bent down to run his hands up Kirk’s sweat-coated chest, to the hair long curly black hair spread about upon the carpet, his trembling lips pressing down upon Kirk’s, his tongue finding entrance to dance he devil’s dance inside their mouths. The kiss continued as Kirk bent his knees a bit, pushing Jerry a bit forward which shifted their combined bodies causing them to groan and start rocking. “Yesssss…” Jerry lifted himself up a short distance and let himself drop back down, to then repeat the process again and again, his anal cavity filled with Kirk’s cock again and again.
He couldn’t recall the last time his body was bound to the floor while his partner rode him up and down, almost pulling out to sit it completely within again. His hips were uncontrollable at that point as they aided in Jerry’s riding, making them go harder and faster. Kirk’s hands found Jerry’s thighs and gripped each one, fingernail imprints being made in each as his orgasm approached, his balls tightening so hard that he knew he’d almost, if not actually, black out from it.
Jerry knew it was close as his thighs ached from riding, the pain from Kirk’s fingernails barely registering as his orgasm rose and exploded, his head thrown back, the longest, most beautifully vocal ecstatic sound filled the room, bringing Kirk to the brink and over as muscles tightened about his cock, causing him to explode inside his lover’s body.
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“Jer?”
“What did I fucking tell you, Kirk?”
“……”

(This was inspired by the third track on the second disc of Degradation Trip titled “What it Takes.” At the very end… I swear it could be an orgasm.. Plus, I’ve been very much inspired by Metallica fanfiction and I love James/Kirk. :) )
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