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Fortress Walls	By : Sage Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Led Zeppelin Views: 3280 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Led Zeppelin. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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If you're here, that must mean you like slash. Because this is a slash fic. Slash = male/male. If you don't like it, leave.

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About the BDSM warning, that's in a later chapter and is mild at best. ^-^

Chapter 1 - Reverie

All his life, he had been searching for someone to share his love.
He talked about it, he sang about it, he even thought on it while he pleasured the one-track minded fangirls who seemed to have forgotten that his body came with a brain. Every day he would wake up with new hopes and dreams that today would be the day that his special someone would rise out of the shadows and be with him.
And as he woke up one peaceful April morning in a small American town that was holding a concert he would be performing at that evening, he desperately wished that the person he had been searching for was the one he had fallen—no—crashed into love with.
James Patrick Page.
It brightened Robert’s world to wake up that morning, in a trashed hotel room lying sideways on the floor with a hangover, to glance upward and catch a glimpse of black curls in the bed next to where he was lying. A smile nearly broke out on Robert’s face, but he stopped it and first checked to see if Jonesy or Bonzo were awake yet.
Robert got shakily to his feet, stretching, attempting to shake off the pounding headache he suddenly was aware of. Hastily smoothing the luscious golden curls out of his eyes, he blinked several times and began to look for his bandmates.
Jonesy he found sleeping like a baby in the other bed; Bonzo, on the floor snoring like he had never heard before. He chuckled with remembrance of how hammered Bonzo had been the night before.
Satisfied with his findings, Robert began to let his emotions show on his face, adopting a soulful countenance of desire and strong infatuation. At last he glanced upon Jimmy, lying on his back, his body spread out the way a child’s does when making snow angels. His head was angled slightly to Robert’s left, Plant noticed, as he walked around the foot of the bed quietly in order to gaze upon it. He lowered himself in the chair beside Jimmy’s bed, and at last he let his emotions free.
A pained look of longing took over his face as he fingered the coarse black curls adorning Jimmy’s soft face,ced ced them down to where they stopped in the middle of his chest. He brought his hand back sharply, not wanting to indulge in more of this sinful behavior, but his arm moved forward again; this time, his two fingers stroking the soft porcelain skin of Jimmy’s cheek. No, he told himself, no more of this. Suppose he wakes up? Do you want him to think you a fool?
I am a fool, he reminded himself as he reached forward again, his fingers coming into contact with Jimmy’s soft lips, tried to imagine what it would be like to kiss them. He wanted to… oh, how he wished he could!
Upon hearing low-pitched groaning from an awakening Bonzo, Robert drew his hand back sharply and lowered his body quietly to the floor. “That you, Bonzo?”
A loud belch was the answer Robert received, as he tried to get his emotions in check. Behind walls as thick as those found in a castle he hid his love.
“What a night!” the lower voiced man exclaimed.
“I’ll say, you were so shitfaced you would have snogged a shovel in a wig and lipstick!” Robert called back.
Bonzo’s roaring laughter woke up both Jimmy and John, who lazily got out of bed. Robert stole a look at Jimmy. The black curls were tangled and messy, skin tender from sleep. He looked away just in time for Jimmy to not notice.
The object of his affection spoke. “Has anyone thought of songs to play at tonight’s concert? Somewhere, I’ve got written down a list of ideas…”
Robert withheld a smile. Always the music with Jimmy. He felt a lump of sadness well up in his chest, knowing that music was all Jimmy would ever care about; that Jimmy’s heart could not devote itself to both music and Robert Plant, however much Robert wanted it to.
Jimmy cut off Bonzo’s ramble about a drum solo: “Are you feeling all right, Robert?”
Robert tried his best to keep from reddening; the fruit of his efforts made his cheeks tint a pale pink. “Just fine, Jimmy.” How he loved the way the name fd itd itself from his mouth… Jimmy… He pictured himself moaning. Ohhhh… oh, Jimmy… Oh, Jimmy!
This time, Robert could not keep from blushing a bold red, accompanied by an erection painfully confined in tight pants. He inconspicuously grabbed a fallen pillow off the floor to cover it.
Thankfully, no one noticed.

Robert and Bonzo had gone for a drink, and Jonesy was out visiting an old friend from a past tour, leaving Jimmy alone in the hotel. Page used this time to contemplate the one thing that mattered most to him – Led Zeppelin. The music.
But whenever Jimmy thought of the band, he found he couldn’t help but be constantly reminded of Robert, and the idiosyncrasies of his performances… the cascade of golden curls rolling down his back (usually covered in a rather feminine but adorable shirt, or sometimes not at all, which were Jimmy’s favorite times) as Robert flicked his head back while singing… the sweet melody of ‘Stairway to Heaven’, no matter how imperfect the vocals… the smiles and pouts that Jimmy found to be so precious and adorable as he stole looks at the Golden God, looks that caused him to miss notes. And when Robert would flash that smile at him, his body would melt… the hands playing his guitar no longer content, for they wanted to be in contact with Robert… to run his fingers through the soft blonde curls, to kiss the pouty lips, to stroke softly (and in some cases, perhaps not so softly) every inch of that lithe body that people paid money to see…
Jimmy’s body temperature hopped up a degree. It had been only a few days since they had performed last, but to Jimmy, eager to watch Robert prance about the stage, it had seemed like a lifetime. He also was itching to hear what angsty, orgasmic yells Robert would employ to accompany his guitar riffs… Last time, Robert had, in his state of drug-induced euphoria, wailed, “Oh, Jimmy!” at the top of his lungs so realistically that Page had nearly dropped his guitar and pleasured Robert right there… though the outburst was enough to give him a bulging erection and to cause a loud moan to escape from his lips.
Feeling hot with the memory, Jimmy went into the bathroom. The counter was littered with Robert’s various hair supplies, and Jimmy smiled at the sight. Memories of Plant girlishly styling and perfecting the golden locks came to mind, and Jimmy glowed with happiness.
“Hey, Jimmy.”
Jimmy nearly jumped a foot in the air; he had not heard John Paul Jones come in. “Hey, John,” he mumbled nervously.
“Have you seen Robert?” John asked.
Jimmy’s face brightened at the name. “Oh, he’s out getting a drink with Bonzo,” Jimmy was happy to announce.
John raised an eyebrow subtly, but didn’t say anything, merely nodded and went to pack his things.
Jimmy heard new voices: “We throwing this out the window?” “Nah, leave it, yeah.” Jimmy chuckled at Bonzo’s voice and felt jittery as soon as he heard Robert’s voice.
Robert spoke to him. “You done in there, Pagey?”
“Er—” Jimmy was at a loss for words. Robert came in the bathroom and closed the door behind him, locking it. Jimmy instantly felt hot as Robert grabbed him and pushed him against the wall, pressing his body against Jimmy’s. Jimmy moaned quietly as he felt Robert’s erection rubbing against his own, warm and hard, and larger than he remembered. Robert leaned forward and met Jimmy’s lips, parting them and forcing his tongue inside. He felt Jimmy shudder with pleasure and hungrily press back on his lips as Jimmy’s hands began to grope Robert’s body, finally resting on the belt buckle that was in the way. He quickly undid Robert’s tight jeans, yanking them down to the floor. Robert moaned with desire, head lolling back a bit, eyes closing as Jimmy’s forceful motions and breathy cries stimulated him. His legs and genitals stood exposed, as a cool draft washed over them. It always felt good to be out in the open, Robert decided, especially when a desperate, hungry Jimmy was in the vicinity.
Jimmy’s eyes were on Robert’s mr, ar, as he stared with both amazement and desire. It was very beautiful, large, and tinted a bold red from the throbbing lust flowing into it. Robert moved his hips gently forward, as a cue to Jimmy. Jimmy grabbed him and jammed him into his mouth, letting the hot fluid drip into his throat. Robert shuddered with pleasure and thrusted again, the wetness feeling inexplainably good on him. Jimmy swirled his tongue all around the head slowly, enjoying the way his golden god tasted. Robert cried out, just like Jimmy dreamed he would: “Oh, Jimmy!”
Jimmy’s response came out in a moan that made his mouth vibrate, causing Robert to cry out again. A shock raced through his body and came out in fluid form from the tip of his penis. He pressed his tongue against Robert and sucked on him harshly, using every muscle in his face. A loud noise escaped Robert’s lips as he stumbled forward, leaning on his hands up against the wall, eyes tightly shut as he felt Jimmy moving his lips up and down on him. The repeated moans got louder and louder until Jimmy had a mouthful of hot, delicious fluid. Robert moaned again, quieter this time, as he drew himself out, attempting to catch his breath.
Then he looked down and saw the pained look on Jimmy’s face, the bulge in his jeans that could only mean one thing. Robert grinned and sat down, pushing Jimmy against the wall again. He gasped, and Robert’s eyes met his.
“Touch me,” Jimmy pleaded, voice full of aching desire.
Robert gave Jimmy a kinky smile and began to slowly take off Jimmy’s pants. “Faster,” he beg thr thrusting into the air. Robert winked and began to move even more slowly, enjoying every second of Jimmy’s anticipation. When the clothing had finally been removed, Robert ran the back of his hand lightly up and down Jimmy’s member, and Jimmy felt the ache intensify. “You tease!” he cried. All this waiting, and the fact that he had just given Robert gre ple pleasure than a female could ever give him, had made Jimmy almost insane with lust. He could not stand the throbbing, the aching anymore. Letting out a loud scream, he cried, “Take me, Robert! Just take me now!”
Robert’s head jerked down and enveloped Jimmy tightly in his mouth, who cried out louder than Robert had at his climax. He thrusted violently into Robert’s mouth, eyes shutting fiercely, mind blurred in a world of intense pleasure that he had never known before. Robert closed his mouth tightly and enjoyed Jimmy’s eager hips, as they jerked up and down faster, and faster, and faster… “Harder!” Jimmy screamed through harsh breaths. Robert obeyed as he gripped him even tighter, rubbing the surrounding area roughly with his strong hands. Jimmy felt like his body would soon burst… and then it was over. A hot stream filled Robert’s mouth, and he licked the fluid off his lips as Jimmy dizzily got dressed…
Suddenly a knocking on the bathroom door burst Jimmy out of his masturbatory reverie. “Hey!” Robert yelled. “This hair won’t fix itself, you know!”
Jimmy hurriedly stood and rushed out of the bathroom. “I’m sorry!”
Robert blushed upon seeing him. “Oh… um… no, you can take your time if you’d like… Jimmy…” he said softly.
“Oh, I’m done,” he whispered breathlessly. “Listen, Robert…”
“Yes?”
“C-Can I talk to you after the concert tonight?”
“Of course, Jimmy.” He gave the guitarist a very shy smile, one that Jimmy had never seen before, and instantly fell in love with.
Jimmy became aware that his face felt hot. He hoped he hadn’t been blushing too obviously. “Thank you.”
For fifteen seconds, the force of time left the universe as the two men shared one gaze of intense longing. Then Robert broke the gaze and went into the bathroom, leaving Jimmy under the suspicious looks of Bonzo and Jonesy.

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