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CSS	By : Darcie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Metallica Views: 1708 -:- 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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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.

The blindfold was applied tightly, the knot fitted against the very center and back of James’ head, blocking out any sense of light that was around him.

“How is it?” came forth a small, light voice that would have sent a shiver down anyone else’s spine, but not Hetfield.

“Perfect. This is the best case of CSS I’ve ever had…” he groaned, injecting as much sarcasm into his words as possible, as he nervously rubbed his palms up and down his sweatpant-clad thighs, making the inside of his hands burn just slightly. Jeans would have done better, but it was three in the morning on a Wednesday. No parties that night of the week anymore.

“CSS? What the hell is that?” The smooth voice asked again seemingly very inquisitive about the three initials put into the normal conversation.

“Damn, Quirk. I thought you were smarter than that.”

A long exhale could be heard as the practically lead guitarist stepped off the couch and turned to face his falsely blinded friend, and reached out to run a soft hand, yet rough fingertips, over the stubble upon the singer’s face. “Smarter with book sense and other intelligent things… not some vernacular bullshit.”

James’ breath hitched slightly as he could only feel a hand against his face, gently touching him like his wife would. However, his wife never blindfolded him before getting the deed done. “Whatever Quirk… Wanna know what it means?”

“Sure…” Kirk responded nonchalantly as he kneeled down upon the floor of the bus, naked as the day he was born and leaned in to lick a trail where his finger once had been.

This time James shivered as the tongue moved over the roughness of his face. He wished he could see Kirk. He hadn’t seen what Kirk was wearing or anything as he kept his eyes closed like promised when his bandmate entered the small gathering area to put the blindfold on him. “CSS stands for Can’t See Shit.”

“Thanks for enlightening me…” The part-Philippino remarked softly, before he placed his lips overtop of James’, and immediately begged for entrance with his insistent tongue, wanting to ravage that cavern and seek the taste of his lover, that incredible male flavor that drove him to extreme heights. Well, one could say he had already reached heights as his hardened length pressed against the base of the couch, almost wanting to hump the couch incessantly with pent-up need as his tongue swiped every possible surface available in that mouth; however, breathing was a tad more important and he broke the kiss leaving both of them breathless. “So… why the initials instead of the curse words?” he asked, his voice somewhat raspy as he trailed a hand over flushed skin, to then push James back against the couch.

James did as the hand against his chest asked him, or rather, forced him to do. If it was up to James he probably would have kissed Kirk a bit longer, but it just didn’t happen like that anymore. He sighed lightly as the cool fabric of the couch met his bare back of warm flesh. “With kids I kinda gotta control the cursing, ya know.”

“No. I don’t know,” Kirk responded hastily as his hands moved to the waste-band of James’ sweatpants and began to pull them down over the semi-erect cock confined within to reveal it to the crisp air-conditioned air of the bus.

The singer gasped and then gulped, controlling himself as he was subjected to just feeling. He couldn’t see what was going to happen to next, and worst of all, he couldn’t see Kirk do any of it. “Um… sorries… Quirk… ah…Why…” He gulped again as he felt a familiar warmth sweep over his cock. First, it was a breath of warm air over the tip that caused it quiver just before it was enveloped into the precious warmth of his friend’s and lover’s mouth. “Ah… shit…” James grumbled as he pushed his head back against the couch and slid himself down, just slightly, further into Kirk’s eager mouth as that tongue swept over and swirled about the velvet surface of his cock. Sometimes, there was nothing better than the feeling of being sucked upon, being simply taken willingly into the mouth another to be pleasured, and pleasured so well indeed. “Fuck….” came forth another gruff grumble as a set of nimble fingers pressed about the base, inhibiting release. Even blindfolded, he knew what would come with that action. There was a slow descend from rapid sucking to just a quick lick over the head to lap up any more release of precum.

“What were you going to say, James?” Kirk practically purred the question as he backed away from the cock he had just had in his mouth and reached under the sofa, far under in order to wrap his fingers about the tube in search of.

James swallowed hard, and opened his mouth hoping there would be a release to the cottony feel on the inside of his cheeks, but found none. “Why…” he swallowed again as he heard an arm slide back from under the couch. “Why didn’t you ever have kids?”

There was a brief silence, broken by the opening of a tube, which was slapped into a sweaty, open Hetfield palm. “Because I can’t.” Kirk sighed softly, not wanting to get into the conversation, and climbed onto the couch smoothly, placing each leg perfectly on the outside of James’ thighs, straddling his bandmate in the air as he awaited his turn at receiving.

He probably shouldn’t have furthered the questioning, but when a Hetfield doesn’t know something, it’s sorta hard for him to keep his damn mouth shut. “Why? I mean… Christ… You’d have beautiful children…”

“Just lube me, alright, Het? Please…” Kirk begged as he grasped the tube within James’ hand and gave it a squeeze, causing an efficient amount to coat the fingers underneath. Taking the lead, aiding the blind-folded man, he led the hand between his legs and manually curled the fingers to place them at his entrance, urging James to just insert them and prepare Kirk for the riding awaiting.

James, once again, followed directions and pushed a finger into the entrance, which was immediately subjected to muscle tension as Kirk’s sphincters tried to close up against the invasion, which was needed desperately. “Kirk…” he murmured, finding Quirk unacceptable at this point. “You’re so tense… I… I can’t if you don’t relax… I didn’t mean to cause you to tense up, man…”

“I know…” Kirk swallowed hard and grit his teeth slightly as he leaned forward and rest his forehead on the junction between James’ left shoulder and neck, his rapid breaths being exhaled against his lovers chest. “Just add another…”

“Kirk….” came a questionable and compassionate murmur.

“Just… do it… I need it, James…We haven’t in such a long time…” It seemed the pleas were successful as another finger prodded at the entrance and had to be somewhat forced into the warmth, eliciting a long groan from Kirk, and a gasp. The pain was worth it, but he knew if he didn’t answer the question earlier, he’d end up being asked about it later and there was a good possibility that someone would be listening. “I… I can’t have kids because… because…” Kirk paused as the fingers pulled out and pushed back in, making him groan again and whimper for another finger to stretch him completely.

“Why Kirk?” James wished he could look into those chocolate eyes with his own stormy grays and just show how sorry he was feeling, how empathetic he was feeling for his bandmate, but he couldn’t. His old lover had demanded a blindfold be used, preventing any viewing of Kirk and his naked beauty that just refused to fade as time continued. “Why?” He pushed his three fingers as far as he could into the warmth, and turned his head to where Kirk’s was resting against his shoulder and placed a kiss wherever his lips fell.

The kiss upon the top of ear was such a push into doing this faster, even though the slow teasing and preparing was delightful, the two of them weren’t young boys anymore. If they didn’t do it soon, they may possibly lose it. He picked up the tube from the cushion and squirted another good amount into his palm, then reached between them as best he could and wrapped his hand around James’ length, coating it enough for penetrating. The throaty groan from James was enough to show that the singer was still ready to go, and so Kirk gave a slight tug against James’ hand, which signaled to withdraw the fingers. His breath and heart rate suddenly rose drastically and he focused his eyes upon the slightly open mouth of James’ as he positioned the slicked cock to his entrance and lowered himself fully onto the length. “Oh Christ…” he groaned through clenched teeth.

James gasped several times as he tried to find a breathing pattern that wouldn’t throw him into hyperventilation. If the boys in the back heard this, they’d never hear the end of it. Lars had devoted his life completely to his wife and children now, leaving the playfulness of a homosexual encounter within a band behind. Rob, well, they weren’t sure what to think about what the bassist would think. He had been working with Jerry for a while; couldn’t be that oblivious. But his thoughts returned to the man upon him as Kirk squirmed slightly and rose up to only fall back down, engulfing the length into the orifice, a much warmer and tighter one than previously. “Ah… fuck… I won’t be able to take too much of this… so good…” he grumbled as his hands reached out, finding Kirk’s arms, moving up to find the back of Kirk’s neck and gently pull the guitarist closer, pressing their lips together for a wild, passionate kiss that hadn’t been shared since the Load era.

Kirk practically whimpered into the kiss as he felt the pain of not being stimulated, and solved it by lifting himself up again, falling to James’ lap, to only repeat the action again and again, over and over, filling himself with that length he had missed so dearly. Why this night to relive memories, he wasn’t sure? But, he was as glad as hell that James’ agreed to the spur of the moment idea, complying with the need to not see Kirk’s figure once that night, a depressed and past-consumed figure that had outlined his eyes in the blackest eyeliner on the market. The Load era was over, but not tonight. He was doing it all over again and James wouldn’t even have to know. That saved a shitload of berating later about the gothic beauty that wasn’t needed anymore. “I have a low sperm count.” That was sudden and spit out as Kirk paused with James deep inside him.

“That’s the reason… Kirk… “ He really wished he could look into those eyes to just ease the pain some way other than by serving for a bottom Kirk got no where else but here. “That can be overcome…there’s technology that can help you two conceive…” Blindly, he moved his hands out again and came into contact with thighs. Moving his hands upward he found the hips tattooed with delicate flames that accentuated the natural tan skin, and gripped them to lift Kirk up slightly, wanting that rhythm restored, and it was.

“You don’t understand… It’s… “ Kirk gasped loudly as his prostrate was finally stimulated, the spot had been found, the end was near. “Unnatural…” he murmured as he found himself unable to control the speed in which his body moved, the pleasure so consuming that all outside things besides James were nothing, just a blackness outside this light. “Ah… god… shit… I’m come… coming…” he moaned in between pants as his muscles clenched with his exploding orgasm.

There was nothing more beautiful than an orgasm, and it was reached quickly and perfectly as the spot had been found, giving Kirk the stimulation he needed in order to tighten those muscles, to wrap securely about the length within, which was too much for James to bear. His orgasm was marked with a long groan, an arch of his back off the couch, and a heavy release of his seed into Kirk’s body. “Can I… be…” It was too soon for articulate sentences. “Can I take this thing off? I want to see you so bad…”

“Not yet… James…” Kirk lazily looked down at James, blindfolded, sweaty and stomach seed-coated and still within him. He and James had made love like old times and it had been perfect. “I’ll be right back…” he murmured, and unfortunately slipped from off of James’ body, releasing the shrunken length that had just moments ago been hard and pulsing. After one more glance at the spent James upon the couch, Kirk entered the bathroom and proceeded to wipe any evidence of eyeliner from his around his eyes. The handtowel had just been raised to his right eye when the doorknob turned and James stepped into the small lavatory, blindfold gone. “Shit…” he grumbled and frantically began work upon the make-up as best he could.

“Stop, Kirk.” He reached over Kirk’s shoulder and gripped the towel, pulling it effortlessly from his lover’s weary arms. “I had a feeling this is why you wanted to blindfold me… I remember how you looked back then… but Kirk… You’re still beautiful as always…”

He looked from the figure of James over his shoulder in the mirror to his own face that was staring back at him. That era was over and would never be able to re-created again, and to think, James still thought he was beautiful, even though he was over forty. “Thank you…” he whispered and glanced down at the handtowl that James dropped to the counter.

James simply smiled as he leaned down to place a soft kiss upon his lover’s shoulder. “Come… It’s late… We have a show tomorrow…”

Smiling as well, Kirk switched off the lavatory light and followed James to his bunk for a morning’s rest, with his thoughts of the past remaining just that.
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