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The Woe of Aftermath	By : Nexus Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Led Zeppelin Views: 4380 -:- 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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Chapter III
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Robert trembled slightly while Jimmy caressed his hair and brushed his lips, lightly, against his ear. Fuck, thought Robert. This is precisely what augmented their steamy night together a few weeks ago in Australia, and it was going to happen all over again here in Blighty. Trust the muggy English summer to put Jimmy in the mood. Or was it the dope?

"Jimmy," Robert whispered. "You are doing it again."

Jimmy breathed into Robert's ear and gently nibbled his lobe. "Shall I stop, then?"

Robert did not know whether to take a swing at Jimmy or shove a tongue down his throat. The violent stirring in his corduroys, however, was rather decisive.

Jimmy flicked a quick tongue along his ear and sucked in the lobe, Robert gasped and a small moan escaped his mouth. Jimmy withdrew and lay back on the bed with his arms behind his neck, a wistful look adorning his delicate face.

"Why are you doing this, Jimmy?" Robert said weakly. "This is exactly what happened in Sydney. Now you want to have another go, why?"

Jimmy lay frozen on the bed, reluctant to say anything.

"Answer me!" Robert yelled. "Damn you Page," he said and skulked off the bed toward the open French window.

Jimmy bit his lower lip again, a childhood habit that he never quite grown out of. The already bruised lip throbbed in reaction to his incessant prodding, and Jimmy let out a small whimper.

"What?" Robert turned to face Jimmy and leaned back on the window, crossing his arms.

"Nothing. Just hurt my lip a bit."

Jimmy looked exceptionally vulnerable lying there on the bed, touching his lip and checking for blood. Funnily enough, despite Jimmy being a few odd years older than him, Robert always felt rather protective of him. Jimmy was such a tranquil, otherworldly creature. However, Robert knew that this façade was greatly misleading. There were remarkably passionate depths to Jimmy's tranquillity, and a power so raw and formidable, that Robert had often felt quite besieged by it.

"What are you thinking about?" Jimmy asked quietly.

He looked positively wild, lying there with scarlet traces of blood underlying the perfection of his chin, his eyes almost completely veiled by a mass of dark curls.

"Shit, what happened to your lips?" Robert exclaimed and returned to the bed. He sat Indian-style beside Jimmy and raised the guitarist's chin so he could take a better look at his bruised lip. Robert unconsciously licked his own lips and observed, to his dismay, that Jimmy had never looked more beautiful to him. The medieval epitome of a fallen angel.

"Jimmy," he gulped. "You are too beautiful for words. Like something out of a Botticelli."

Jimmy brushed a lock of hair from his eyes and gazed into Roberts'.

"Drink," his voice was a hoarse whisper.

"Drink?"

"I am bleeding. Drink," said Jimmy, his long eyelashes fluttering shut.

Robert did not need any further prompting. He pressed his lips against Jimmy's tender flesh and carefully licked the droplets of blood off his chin, enveloping his hand around Jimmy's neck to obtain a firmer grip. Robert's tongue eagerly lapped up the blood and gently trailed its way up to Jimmy's lips. He flicked his tongue over Jimmy's lower lip and the guitarist let out a small whimper.

"Do you want me to stop?" Robert murmured.

Jimmy shook his head and pulled Robert closer into his embrace. They were kissing passionately now, their tongues darting ardently into each other's mouths, exploring every speck and trace of their newfound refuge. Robert sucked Jimmy's bruised lip, now swollen from their fervent kiss. First, lightly, trailing his tongue over it and teasingly nibbling the roused flesh. Then, harder, savouring the metallic taste, making Jimmy squirm under him and dig his nails into Robert's nape. Jimmy moaned and grasped Robert's hair, slightly tugging at the flaxen locks.

Robert withdrew from Jimmy's lips, his own were the colour burgundy. He gazed into the guitarist's eyes for a moment and tried to form the words in his head; the words that had been tormenting him for months. Little did he know that Jimmy had been mulling over them for years.

"Jimmy," he whispered, and gently kissed Jimmy's eyelashes. "I want to say something."

Jimmy ran his fingers down Robert's back and lifted his shirt, leisurely taking it off. He missed a beat at the sight of Robert's bare chest, his skin soft as the purest Moroccan velvet. He had seen Robert shirtless countless times before, but this time it was different somehow, for his eyes only.

"Shh," Jimmy whispered. "Not now."

Robert smiled and proceeded to unzip Jimmy's leather vest, his blue eyes shining like a pair of sapphires. He pulled off Jimmy's vest and unbuttoned the pristine white shirt, taking his time with each button, unhurriedly revealing the guitarist's elegant chest and strong, muscular arms. That was another ruse about Jimmy, his lithe frame deluding the onlooker to believe that he was frail. The truth was that years of lugging amps and playing hulking guitars had resulted in marvellously toned arms. Robert stroked these arms, and Jimmy rolled to his side, motioning Robert to follow suit. They lay on the bed, parallel to one another, and Jimmy moved in to kiss Robert.

They kissed wholeheartedly, vehemently urging into each other's arms and running eager hands over each other's backs. Their play reminded Robert of a tug of war, as each dominant male tried to succumb his partner in a battle of wills. At last, Jimmy pinned Robert down and climbed on top of him, smiling defiantly, teasingly, into his eyes.

"So then," Jimmy breathed. "What do you want to do, hmm?"

Robert was finding it hard to speak while Jimmy's tongue was in his ear. "Oh, god, that feels good," he murmured.

"Gods."

"Huh?"

"You said god, singular. There is more than one god," he nibbled Robert's neck and delighted at the singer's quickening pulse.

"Lord and Lady, Page, you wanna have a theological debate?" he laughed, as Jimmy worked his way down Robert's chest.

"No. I want to fuck you."

Jimmy took Robert's left nipple into his mouth. Robert shuddered while Jimmy continued to work on the nipple, and, while gently brushing his nimble fingers down Robert's body, he stopped at the bulge in his trousers and cupped the aroused member. Robert moaned and took a handful of Jimmy's wild, ebony curls. Jimmy flicked a tongue over the roused nipple and looked up at Robert, smiling provocatively.

"Jimmy, are you sure this is a good idea? You know what happened last time."

"What, you had an earth shattering orgasm?" Jimmy chuckled and managed to unzip the corduroys with a quick, graceful movement of his fingers.

"Yeah——no! That's not what I meant."

Jimmy unbuttoned Robert's trousers and released his beautiful, engorged cock. Jimmy began a slow caress up his shaft, until he reached the head and rubbed his thumb against the sensitive opening. Robert gasped and bucked under that simple touch.

"What did you mean then, Robert?" Jimmy smiled while expertly stroking Robert's cock, his pace quickening in synch with Robert's heartbeat.

"Only that," Robert swallowed. "Only that I hope you don't regret this tomorrow morning, I couldn't bear it."

Jimmy took Robert's length into his mouth, and Robert quivered slightly from the sudden warmth. He murmured Jimmy's name, his back arching slightly, as he pressed Jimmy's head down further with his hands. He felt Jimmy's tongue running up and down his shaft, and his hips bucked slightly, but Jimmy kept them still as he let his teeth lightly scrape over the soft flesh, eliciting a quiet yelp. He let his hand drop down to caress Robert's balls, and Robert moaned loudly, tilting his hips and panting.

"Oh god——gods," he moaned.

"Call the Goddess."

"What, oh luv, none of that Wiccan shit now," he gasped, on the verge of climax.

Jimmy withdrew. "Call the Goddess, Robert, or I will stop."

"You gotta be kidding, you insane fuck!"

Jimmy smiled and resumed his ministrations.

"Oh, god——Goddess! Aaagh, sweet Goddess, Diana, fuck!"

With a flash of blinding white light behind his eyelids, Robert came into Jimmy's mouth, crying out, his body racking with pleasure. Jimmy lapped eagerly at Robert's release, swallowed all that he could, and wiped off his mouth with the back of his hand.

"You taste of liquid fire."

Robert tried to steady his breathing and swallowed, his mouth dry as the Gobi desert, his eyes shut.

"I haven't finished with you yet," Jimmy said with a smile.

Robert opened his eyes and gazed at Jimmy. What was the dark lord of rock going to conjure up next?

Continued in chapter four....
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