Sweet sleep release me | By : ginseng Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Slipknot Views: 2278 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title: Sweet sleep release me
Author: ginseng
Pairing: Jim/Corey
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Parting is not a sweet sorrow
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. It did not happen. This fiction in no way represents people mentioned within. I do not know any of the members of Slipknot. I do not profit from these stories.
”Watch out!”
Jim tackled the man in front of him. It was like a bad scene taken out of a low budget action movie. He grabbed him right before the car hit him and pulled him onto the curb. The tires shrieked as the car spun around the corner of the block. The noise rang in Jim’s ears, his shoulder aced and his hip hurt. He held his arm protectively around the man besides him. It was pretty obvious that the driver had intended to hit him. It took a lot of effort for Jim to get up into a sitting position, his traumatized muscles refused to obey him. He examined his hip in the light from a street lamp.
“Are you alright?” Jim’s voice was filled with concern. “You hurt?”
Corey rolled on to his back and the shocked expression on his face startled Jim. He sat up straight.
“It was her… she… She was going to run me over…” he stuttered.
“Was it…? I’m not…” Jim asked surprised.
“Yeah, I’m sure. That’s her car.” Corey spitted out the words and stayed silent for a moment. “Thank you. I could have been killed.”
They stood up and even though the lighting was dim Jim could clearly see that Corey’s knee was bleeding. His jeans were torn and the wound looked deep and soiled. Corey took a watchful step, haltered and drew a quick breath. He was without a doubt in pain.
“Are you okay? It doesn’t look too good…” Jim looked at his knee.
“Nah, it’s okay. It’s just an abrasion. Nothing compared to being crushed by a car.” He smiled at the taller man.
That’s Corey for you, Jim thought to himself, covering up the pain. The wound looked pretty severe to Jim. He watched Corey inspecting his knee. He had lost so much weight that Jim was getting worried. And the new haircut added to the slightly frail and unhealthy look. He repressed his need to stroke the short hair on Corey’s head but couldn’t stop the sigh that left his lips involuntarily.
“Are you sure?” Jim asked.
“Yeah, I’m alright.”
Corey looked at Jim with such sadness in his eye that Jim though his heart was going to stop.
“Better get you inside so I can take a look at that. You were going to my house…?”
Corey stared at the ground and searched his pocket for his cigarettes.
“You’re bleeding…”
Corey lit his cigarette, exhaled and spoke quietly
“I was coming to see you. I have no idea how she knew though…”
Jim smiled. They watched each other in silence. They began to speak at the same time.
“Okay then…” Jim began.
“Well I…” said Corey.
The two men laughed and the uneasiness was gone.
“You go ahead,” Jim smiled.
“I actually think I need some help with this. It kind of hurts.”
Corey took a faltering step towards Jim who met him half way and wrapped his arm around Corey’s shoulders for support. They walked down the driveway but when they got to the front door Jim just had to ask.
“Are you sure it was her? Corey, she tried to kill you! That’s worse that the harassments. I think we should call the cops. ”
“No! That won’t help. It’ll only make it worse. She’ll leave me alone now when she knows about…. “
Corey searched Jim’s eyes. He wanted badly for Jim to understand.
“She’s the mother of my child… She’s all-alone and she hates me for leaving her. You gotta understand… I just want this to be over with!”
“Okay… but…”
“I’m gonna try to solve this without taking her to court. The lawyers are working on a settlement. Imagine her on a witness stand. What a field-day for the media.” Corey made quote signs in the air and spoke with a news anchor kind of voice, “Singer of Slipknot/Stone Sour leaves wife for… Jim, we gotta be careful. It would destroy both our bands.”
Jim understood exactly what he meant. The divorce had been ugly. Real ugly. He just wished there was something he could do to make Corey feel better.
Jim’s house was calm and quiet. A comfortable feeling spread though Corey as they walked to the master bathroom.
“Sit down and I’ll get you some band-aid.”
Jim rumbled around the bathroom while Corey sat down on the toilet. He opened the drawer where he kept his first aid stuff. When he looked for the antiseptic and gauze pads a tube of lube fell down on the floor. He tucked it back into the drawer and looked at Corey. Jim blushed, mostly due to the fact that he still felt kind of awkward about those small necessities. Corey was too busy picking gravel out of his wounded knee to notice Jim’s embarrassment.
“I’m all out of cotton pads…” Jim excused as he poured the antiseptic on a tissue.
He sat down on his heels. Corey mumbled something that sounded like an okay and removed a small pebble from his scratched up knee. Jim lifted the ripped up jeans that hung over Corey’s knee but realized that it would be much better if he took them off.
“Better get you out of these pants.” Jim stopped and his cheeks grew red again. “To get you cleaned up properly,” he added quickly.
Jim had no ulterior motives what so ever. All he wanted was to dress Corey’s wound and to make him feel safe and cared for. But the minute the words left his mouth he knew it might have sounded like he wanted something more. And whatever his intentions were there where the result would clearly be him on his knees in front of Corey wearing nothing but his boxers. Corey took his jeans off and sat back down again without a word. Jim felt a well-known tingle in his groin.
“Ouch…” Corey yelped as Jim began to clean his knee.
“Oh, I know, it stings a bit.” Jim fussed but couldn’t help but smiling. “You’ve endured hours up on hours at the tattoo parlor I’m sure you can take this.”
“Don’t worry, I can!” Corey bit back but held his breath and grabbed the sink so hard his knuckles turned white.
Jim cut a large piece of adhesive bandage and placed it carefully on Corey’s knee. When he was done he looked up and met Corey’s eyes. They were filled with love. Corey had been watching him for quite some time – his nimble fingers, his unruly hair, teeth biting the lower lip in concentration. Jim stoked Corey’s leg affectionately.
“You’re so kind,” Corey whispered. “This is what it should be like. Not fighting, yelling demeaning stuff in front of your kids. I’m so stupid. I should have known better. I can’t believe I stayed as long as I did. I’m so sorry Jim!”
Jim took Corey’s trembling hands in his.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re here now and that’s all that matters.”
Jim lifted Corey’s right hand to his lips and kissed his knuckles. His fingertips stroked Jim’s forehead. Jim didn’t move but Corey did. He slipped down on the floor and sat down right next to his lover. His hand moved from Jim’s forehead to the back of his neck. Jim swallowed hard as Corey wrapped his fingers in the long, tousled hair. Their faces were mere inches apart. Jim let himself be kissed by the man that he should have been comforting. A palm against his cheek.
Jim felt slightly lightheaded and his chest was tight. He had waited for so long for Corey to leave her. Corey was finally his. He should have been happy. But there was a small voice in the back of his head telling him it was too good to be true, planting thoughts of insecurities and worries in his head and heart.
Jim could only try to understand all the emotions that must have been running around Corey’s head at that moment. The last thing he wanted was to take advantage of a man who had just about gotten killed by his ex-wife.
“You okay?” he mumbled between kisses.
“What? The knee?”
“No. Us. We don’t have to do this. We could talk or just watch a movie or something. You must be pretty upset after what she just did. I’m in no hurry. I’ll always be here. For you.”
“Jim,” Corey spoke softly and leaned in closer. “She has ruined so much in my life I will not let her ruin this. It seems to me that she knows about us. I mean why would she be waiting outside YOUR house?”
“So does that mean that we don’t have to… Or what do I mean? Not like officially but…” Jim stared down at the floor. He cursed himself silently for being so stupid.
But Corey didn’t seem to mind that he made a fool of himself or that he blushed. Jim tilted his head and kissed the love of his life. The response was immediate; he felt Corey’s tongue against his lips. Long and lean fingers traveled slowly up the inside of Corey’s thigh, gradually approaching his need.
Still kissing, Corey got them off the floor and began to fumble with the belt in Jim’s jeans. They worked together and managed to get them off his long legs. Hands roamed bodies, discarding t-shirts, caressing tattooed upper arms, fingertips brushing over stomachs. Jim buried his face in the crook of Corey’s neck, kissing and biting at the hot skin.
“Oh god you’re good,” Corey moaned as Jim’s sensuous lips caused tiny goose bumps to form all over his body. “Let’s get out of here.”
Corey stumbled forward as Jim took a few extended steps backwards. With the back of his thighs resting against the bed Jim freed Corey from his boxers. On the bed, Jim on his back, Corey eased his way in between his legs. Corey rubbed his hardened flesh against his lover’s. It felt so good that Jim couldn’t stop himself from groaning out loud, wishing he wasn’t wearing his underwear. Corey snaked his hand in between them and massaged Jim through the thin cotton. Gently Jim rolled him to the side and wiggled his underwear down his legs, using his foot to remove them completely. He barely got the chance to lay back down again before Corey took him into his mouth and swallowed around his length.
“Mmhhh…” Corey hummed as he sucked Jim off with lengthy, passionate strokes. He let Jim go for a short second and moaned “God I’ve missed you so much…” before he continued.
Jim couldn’t see straight. The shock from Corey going down on him so decisively remained but was soon overshadowed by the excessive pleasure he was given. Corey’s lips were tightly wrapped around his head. His hand rested in the nip of Corey’s shaven neck and followed along with Corey’s movements up and down. Up and down.
Jim’s eyes closed involuntarily and he breathed with short, shallow intakes. He felt bad when he realized that he had tightened his grip on Corey’s head, quickening the pace. He let go and placed his hands on the mattress. But it didn’t take long until they were back in Corey’s hair, trying to mildly push him off, desperate to hold back his release. Jim ignored the overwhelming images of him coming all over Corey’s chest and took a deep breath before pulling Corey up of a kiss.
Skilled fingers wrapped around his hard on made Corey loose his focus. He broke the kiss and leaned his head against Jim’s shoulder. Corey let himself have a few moments of pure egoistic pleasure before he began move his hand that had been resting idly on Jim’s length. The friction was welcomed but when Corey let him go and caressed his face with both hands, kissing him intensely, Jim thought he would come right then and there. The tender display of love made him tremble.
Eagerly Jim answered the kiss. With one arm wrapped around Corey’s back Jim turned them over, hoisting himself up so he could admire the man beneath him. He saw perfection.
Slowly, one kiss at the time, Jim moved down Corey’s body. The distinct scent of man mixed with antiseptic hit his nostrils right before he took Corey into his mouth. Corey tilted his head back and sighed in pleasure. Jim flicked the tip of his tongue over the sensitive head. His efforts were instantly rewarded with loud moans from the back of Corey’s throat. He shivered and pulled out of Jim’s mouth suddenly. Jim saw a tiny drop of pre cum glistening on the tip of his cock and couldn’t resist the urge to lick it off. Corey gasped.
Jim rested his head on Corey’s chest and listened to his heavy heartbeats, fingering lightly on the silver ring thought his nipple. Corey moved. Jim lifted his head and looked inquiringly at the younger man.
“I’ll be right back…” Corey whispered.
Jim welcomed the pause, he had been close a couple of times already. He took the opportunity to breath. A small noise was heard from the bathroom and shortly there after Corey appeared in the doorway. He had the small tube of lube in his right hand.
“Oh so you… found it… I didn’t think you noticed…” Jim blushed.
“You’re so cute when you blush. I can’t understand why you don’t keep it in your nightstand.” Corey snickered and climbed on to the bed. “I can’t believe my boyfriend’s a prude,” he mumbled as he got Jim on his back.” Better do something about that…”
The small click of the tube being opened sent a flash of excitement down Jim’s spine. Jim breathed loudly when he felt Corey’s cold fingers massage his entrance. He was thankful for Corey taking action; for coming over, for initiating sex, for him to top. He wanted it too but he would have felt bad for trying to impose on Corey who had been through so much lately. A finger entered him and he whimpered in delight.
“Does it feel good?” Corey whispered in Jim’s ear.
Jim hummed a positive purr, too content to speak. By the third he was moaning out loud. Suddenly the fingers disappeared and Jim was about to whine complainingly when Corey picked up the tube from the nightstand.
“Oh yeah fuck me…” Jim’s words were barely audible, too self-conscious to say it out loud.
But Corey heard.
“You sure?”
“Yes! Please!” Jim moaned quietly but then he cleared his throat and spoke up. ”Yes! Want you!”
A familiar pressure against his tight muscle made Jim buck his hips, encouraging Corey to move, to enter him. To feel Corey inside, to bond in the closest way possible, was definitely worth the initial pain. He held his breath and Corey was finally all in. Everything was quiet. Until Corey moved. Jim broke the silence with a groan. When they had found a comfortable pace, moving in unison, Corey moved his hand from Jim’s hip. They laced their fingers together.
Corey’s breath felt hot on his neck. Jim caught his lips and they kissed. Jim wanted to tell Corey how he felt, he wanted to make him feel the same, but couldn’t find the exact word. So he kept quiet.
The sound that left Corey’s throat was a mix between a growl and a moan and it was filled with lust. He watched Jim underneath him. So beautiful and completely filled by him. The expression on Jim’s face when Corey began to move his hand, stroking his lover’s member fast, was the only encouragement Corey needed to let go. He hoisted himself up in time to see hot jets of pleasure shoot over Jim’s stunning chest. He could not quite recognize the animalistic growl that seemed to come from his own mouth as his peak built up in his groin and spread like a shock wave of unparalleled pleasure though out his body.
Corey collapsed on top of Jim. Chest against chest. Hearts beat in time. Corey tilted his head and gave Jim a peck on his freckled shoulder. Jim’s body was limp from exhaustion but he managed to bring his left hand up to Corey’s cheek. Corey placed his right one on top of Jim’s and they lay motionless until their breathing and pulse got back to normal.
Just before Corey drifted off to sleep he heard Jim speak softly
“Can’t really blame her… If I lost you… I couldn’t live with that…”
“You won’t. You’ve always had me.”
***
Somehow she had always known. Or at least suspected. But it wasn’t until he told her that he was going to leave that she formed the exact words in her head. She used to think it was kind of nice that they got along so well. The rest of Slipknot barely talked to each other. She cursed herself for being so naive.
And then they took up Stone Sour, like touring with Slipknot wasn’t enough. Without even blinking he cut the time he could spend with his family by half only to spend even more nights in hotel rooms with James fucking Root. And now he was gone. That abnormally tall asshole had stolen her Corey away.
He had moved to a rented apartment. That really got her brain working. It wasn’t like he couldn’t afford another house. He left most of his stuff, took only the most important things like his guitar. She had packed most of his belongings. She put down her drink on the box right next to her. The ice cubes made a homely sound that calmed her a bit.
It was hard to decide which one of them she hated the most; Corey or James. She opened the box and came to the conclusion that it didn’t really matter. Slow and carefully she picked up his gun.
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