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See You When I Sleep	By : Darcie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Jerry Cantrell Views: 2595 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Jerry Cantrell. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the people mentioned in this story. All of the following is just a piece of my over-active imagination.

See You When I Sleep

It was finally the end of the tour for “Degradation Trip.” It was finally a time of rest for the crew, back-up performers, and most of all, the man himself, Jerry Cantrell. Languidly, he half dragged a deteriorating shit-brown suitcase up to the front door of his long-seen Seattle home. He sighed and snapped his head to the side, flinging long dirty blonde hair from his thin face. His blue eyes tried to focus on the lock as clouds covered the light reflecting off a barely full moon. Thunder crashed overhead and clumsily, his keys were dropped to the pavement. “Fuck,” he mumbled and bent down to retrieve the keys as rain began to fall all around him. He sighed once again as his key finally slid into the hole of the knob. With a swift turn of the knob and a hard kick to the door, Jerry and his ragged suitcase stood in the tiny entrance of his home.

Slowly, he raised his left arm and wiped the wet stray hairs that had clung to his face away. He glanced to his right and peered into his beer bottle decorated kitchen, and then to his left into his living room comprised of a sheet music littered carpet and a cigarette burned crimson sofa. A small smile crossed his lips as he abandoned the suitcase, stripped off his leather jacket and tossed the glistening coat over the back of his great-grandmother’s rocking chair. He hadn’t felt such a relief in a long time as he collapsed into the plush sofa, threw his head against the back of it, and released a long stream of carbon dioxide. He swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing, sighed again and settled further into the couch. He had rocked so hard on this tour playing his music and never neglecting to whir the audience into a ferocious frenzy with Alice in Chains hits. He swallowed again hard and glanced at the Maxim magazine calendar lying at his feet. It would be April in just a couple months. Could he handle the anniversary?

After an extensive ten minutes of nothing but breathing, Jerry kicked off his sneakers, hearing them thud against his far wall, and blindly fumbled in the drawer of the table adjacent his couch. Soon, he had a cigarette burning, tar building on his lungs, the nicotine soothing him further. He took an extra long drag as his cat approached the couch. Smiling, he reached down with one hand and scooped up the white and gray cat into his lap. “Hey there, Sadie,” he spoke softly as the cat cuddled and purred in his lap. “I hope Mamaw took good care of you down at the Double J Ranch.” With his left hand, he lightly rubbed the cat as he finished off his cancer stick with his right.

He wasn’t sure how long he sat there petting away at Sadie’s fur, but soon, the clock down the hall chimed midnight and reluctantly, Jerry hauled himself from the couch to his bedroom at the end of the hallway. Sadie dropped to the floor and followed her owner to the bare room and curled up in a basket of clean laundry in the corner of the room. Scratching his head, Jerry inspected the room and found everything the way he left it; unorganized. He attempted to look for a t-shirt to wear to bed but found none. Shrugging his shoulders, he pulled off his button-up black shirt and wriggled out of his torn Levi jeans. The clothes never made it to the hamper in the closet as Jerry fell into his double sized bed of crisp white sheets and a solitary flattened pillow. His eyes slipped closed and sleep came easily.

Sleep may have come easily but that didn’t certify a sleep without nightmares and visions of lovers past. Jerry awoke abruptly, his sweat-coated hairless chest heaving as he struggled to calm his breathing. His hair had begun to tangle as the visions of his ex-bandmate withering away, ever high on coke and/or heroin filled his head. “God damnit,” he muttered into the back of his hand as it rest over the lower portion of his face. He squeezed his eyes closed as he tried to fall asleep again but different images began to pop into existence, and he truthfully struggled to keep quiet and still. His hands intertwined over his chest, his heart beating wildly underneath them. “No, leave me alone,” he mumbled and grimaced as the images continued. It would be a quick flash of pale skin or the pleasurable feeling of one’s tongue inside someone else’s mouth. “No,” he practically moaned as his slim hips jumped underneath the sheets.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, his pupils dilated, his breathing become difficult again as he felt his penis enlarging beneath the sheets. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groaned and tore his hands apart. Biting his lower lip, his right hand began snaking down his chest and dipped under the sheets, over his taut stomach and downward to skim through the dark pubic hair he hadn’t trimmed in several months. His hand then ascended, allowing his long fingers to wrap around his thick cock and move upwards and downwards to bring him to orgasmic bliss. “Oh, Layne,” he moaned as his hand tugged at a faster rate and a strong memory flashed behind his eyelids.

“God, Jerry, this is going to feel so good,” Layne mumbled as he bent down to lick a trail from Jerry’s naval to the base of his neck and upwards to his earlobe. That little piece of flesh was sucked into his mouth as his bandmate writhed beneath his own lanky form.

Jerry inhaled quickly as Layne’s lips descended upon the skin of his neck, kissing and biting his way from one side to the other. He arched into the weight of Layne atop him and instinctively spread his bare legs as he felt Layne’s dick nearing his entrance. “Please, Layne, do it, now.” He moaned as Layne covered his red lips with those lips he had kissed too few times. He then wrapped his legs around Layne’s bony hips as his mouth was filled with the probing and delicious tongue of Layne. Once again, he moaned and he was bewildered at the fact he could moan so much in just a couple hours.

Carefully, Layne began to penetrate his precious guitarist and gasped as his eyes watered, tears threatening to fall as pleasure ripped through his body. He felt Jerry’s calloused fingertips graze over his back and as he pushed in further, those fingertips were replaced with nails that bit into his skin, driving him higher.

“Oh, fuck,” Jerry panted as he arched into Layne, that cock finally filling him entirely. He eyes were mere slits as Layne shakily wiped the sweaty locks of hair from his forehead and face. “Please,” he begged, his head turning to the side welcoming Layne to tear away at the flesh of his neck. He was given that painful yet pleasurable feeling as Layne lowered his head and sucked roughly, occasionally biting, his neck while ever-so-slowly pulling out and pushing back in, creating the most passionate moment either man would ever experience.

Layne grunted as his pace increased and he was finally able to hit Jerry’s prostate bringing forth an almost-scream from his lover beneath him. As Jerry’s neck began to bruise, Layne pulled his lips away and pushed himself up, to glare into Jerry’s eyes as he fucked him, giving him all the love he could muster. “I’m close,” he panted and moved quicker. Only moans could be emitted from Jerry then as the height of their passion neared and happened. Jerry came, Layne’s name tumbling from his lips as he coated his stomach and Layne came, grunting, his seed filling Jerry’s insides. Trembling, he wiped the sweat from Jerry’s cheek. “I love you, Jer.”

“I love you, too, Layne,” Jerry whispered as he pulled his lover close.

One final tug was all it took, and Jerry came, screaming out in lust and agony as the vision of their first lovemaking faded from his mind. Numb and wasted from masturbating, Jerry barely rubbed his dick clean before falling into another dream-filled sleep.
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