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Counterproductive Tendencies ✩ James Hetfield

⭒ introductory, part one, part three, part four ⭒ (wordcount: 8.4k)

Part two of multiple: Underwire and Avidity (18+)

Mentions/Warnings: mentions of being sick due to a hangover, mentions of alcoholism, semi-public sex, dry humping

Your eyelashes tickle the precipice of your undereye, as the sensation of a delicate caress slowly begins to awaken you from your deep sleep, the coolness of silvered rings dragging themselves alongside your jawline causes a chill to configure and travel its way down to the base of your spine. You squint and shove your face toward and into the touch as a large beam of afternoon sunlight welcomes you within your first wide and fully opened blink, a blush reddening your cheeks as you raise your narrowed line of sight and unintentionally make eye contact with James. Bright blue irises ardently peer down at you as you immediately attempt to blink the blurriness away and focus on the man kneeling beside you, the temporary dark spots in your vision from the intrusion of bright light making it harder for you to do so.

The knuckles that were caressing you earlier, carefully turn themselves around while still maintaining the weight of the side of your head and slide down to cup your chin instead. Your lips tiredly upturn as the events of earlier that morning slowly cascade themselves back into your mind and memory, and a matching one slowly enraptures James' face as he takes in your elated and content expression. A thumb lightly taps itself on the ridge of your chin and you obediently bring your head forward, meeting him halfway as he guides you into a lazy, yet heartfelt kiss. Morning stubble grinds itself against the softness of your skin, and you raise a hand and encase it around the nape of his neck to usher him in even closer.

A sigh of relief is breathed out into the shared space between you two, and you let out a mewl as his now familiarized taste finds its way back to the tip of your tongue. James' hand firms itself around your chin and holds you in place as he gently coerces your mouth open with the beginning of his appendage, exhaling out a groan as he makes his way inside of your welcoming heat.

Your fingertips tangle themselves in the short hairs near the back of his skull, and the reverberation of his moan as you teasingly tug makes you giggle as it tickles your cupid's bow. James grins against you and pulls back for an unsteady intake of air, his free hand coming up to encircle itself around your left hipbone. "Good morning." He greets you huskily and rasped, his pupils dilated, and his lips swollen and damp with shared spit. You lick your own and chase after his taste, your hand sliding down his back as he raises himself up from his earlier position to sit on the edge of the side of the bed.

"Morning," you nearly titter, feeling light and refreshed as James' thumb unhurriedly massages figure 8's into your clothed side. The fabric of his shirt raises and lowers on your exposed thigh as he continues his ministrations, and his eyes can't help but to follow the movement with unhidden interest. Before you could tease him for his seemingly one-track mind, a miserable sounding groan makes itself inside the room through the still partially open bedroom door, and you worriedly push yourself up into a sitting position. "What the hell was that?" You ask, your heart tightly clenching with anxiety at the off-putting sound.

James goes to shrug it off, before frowning as the sound continues and becomes even louder. You quickly kick your feet out of the top sheet and comforter and slide down to the foot of the bed, gently waving off his questions as you instinctively follow the sound of discomfort. You mentally thank yourself for keeping on the non-slip socks as you hastily make your way down the hallway and past James' bedroom, before stopping in front of a wide open, bathroom entrance.

You immediately let out a coo as Kirk comes into view, the elastic you had gifted him earlier this morning becoming fully useful as he rests his upper half against the cold looking toilet seat. The curly haired brunette looks over at you with tear filled eyes, and you can't help but make your way inside of the room and sit down next to him. Your hand closest to him reaches up to push the stray hairs away from his sweat clad forehead, before coming back down to lightly at rub his upper back.

"Too much beer pong?" You quietly inquire, being mindful of your tone and volume after he lets out a wince as the toilet seat smacks down audibly after sticking to his forearm. Kirk lets out a weak grunt and slowly nods, before leaning his head back and sucking in a deep breath of stale air. "Never drinking from a fucking goblet again, can't keep anything down." You eye the half empty glass of cold water haphazardly resting on the edge of the sink and bite at your bottom lip, before standing up and making your way over to the mirrored cabinet.

You gently reassure him you aren't going anywhere after he whines once you move away, your hands instantly reaching forward for the isopropyl alcohol and cotton pads as soon as they come into view. Kirk squeezes his eyes shut after he curiously attempts to look up at you, cursing out loud as the artificial bright light causes a sharp pain to twinge behind both of his twitching eyelids. You quickly lower yourself back down beside him and open up the bottle, before ripping open the cotton pad container and saturating one of them with the clear and potent liquid.

"Do me a favor and sniff this," You instruct, holding back a grin as Kirk makes a stinging expression once you bring it an inch away from his face. "I know it burns a bit, but it'll distract you from the smell of sick and help suppress your nausea." You send him an encouraging smile as he looks at you in disbelief, before letting out a sigh of defeat and grasping onto it with a shaky hand to bring it closer to his nose.

James quietly clears his throat near the doorway, yet you two still jump at the sound. You tightly secure the cap on the bottle and make your way over to him once you're sure Kirk won't get sick again, the gentle look you're met with enough to make you pause in place. James holds out a hand to you and you automatically reach forward to grasp onto him and entangle your fingers with his, the calloused skin of his palm a comforting contrast to your own. You smile to yourself as you're tugged forward and nearly make contact with his firm chest.

"You didn't have to do all that, I'm sure he would have been just fine. Not his first or last hangover." You lightly shrug at his words, the tightness in your chest loosening as you glance over at Kirk and see color coming back to his face. James uses his free hand to gently guide you out into the hallway once the toilet flushes and his bandmate is able to stably stand up on his own.

"He made me feel welcome in here earlier this morning after my dormmates basically kicked me out and made me fend for myself, the least I could do is make sure he's alright and feeling a little less sick." You murmur, nodding to Kirk as he wearily makes his way out of the bathroom and back to his bedroom. James grins down at you, before shaking his head to himself, his thumb tabbing out to lightly rub against yours.

"How about you go and put some pants on, and then meet me downstairs? Pretty sure the rest of the guys are in the kitchen, trying to find something edible enough to make a late breakfast with," James humors, his own smile widening as he takes in the anew light in your eyes from his joke. You quickly agree, using his hand as leverage as he lowers himself to place a kiss on your forehead, the heels of your feet lifting off the ground for easier access. "I'll see you downstairs, baby." You repeat the same sentiment and watch as he makes his way down the large staircase, the small smile on your lips beginning to start to feel permanent as you do so.

"Looks like someone's making themselves at home," a voice muses out from the other side of the hall, causing you to twist your head to the side and grin once you realize it's Jason. "Heard you beat James at beer pong, after the rest of us headed to bed. Pretty badass."

"Surprised he even admitted to it," you express, nodding your head down to his full hands once you notice the guitar cases and bag. "Are you heading out for your gig?" A surprised and grateful look etches itself on his face as he walks his way over to you.

"Didn't know you or anyone else heard me say that over the screams and bottles of Bacardi." You catch on to his self-deprecating tone and decide to reassure him. "I don't know any of you guys all that much, but you seem to fit in well with them and they liked you a whole lot earlier, especially during the game," you pause as a multitude of expressions paint themselves on his face, the longest one sticking around being uncertainty. "You're their newest member, right? Just joined a few months ago?"

You feel pride as he reignites and smiles back at you, his nod turning jubilant after your acknowledgment. "Then that means something, means they want you around. If they could invite me in earlier without even knowing me, and treat me as well as they did, you included, then why do you think they wouldn't do the same to you? You're a whole hell of a lot more useful around here than I am."

Jason raises an eyebrow at your own self-deprecation, and you both share a laugh, before quieting down as a loud car horn blares itself outside. "That's me," he announces, his facial expression turning excited at the prospect of playing music and being on stage again. Jason pauses at the top of the stairway, turning around mid-step to send you a grateful look. "Thanks for the reassurance and your kind words. I think you're pretty useful around here, coming from the way you had us all laughing earlier and just by the way our frontman looks at you. I don't think I've ever seen him that happy and present before. And for what it's worth, coming from me, welcome to the family." Before you could fully register his words, he was already gone and halfway down the staircase. Echoed goodbyes and joyful expletives are exchanged downstairs, before the front door is being slammed shut and tires are skidding and screeching away outside.

As you make your way back to the guest room and toss back on the same sweatpants from earlier and re-tuck James' shirt back inside, Jason's words replay in your head, in a non-skipping and pleasant repetition.

Welcome to the family.

⭒

Hushed whispers resonate in the large living room near the staircase you descend upon as you make your way downstairs, the chill from earlier this morning now long gone and the floor much warmer. You skid to a halt as you hear your name in the half-murmured conversation and contemplate on going back upstairs to give them privacy, before your curiosity gets the best of you. You make sure to stay as quiet as you possibly can as you get yourself closer to them and in earshot, the cushioned padding on the bottom of the socks helping to mute your footsteps on the tiles underneath your feet. You lean against a pool table nearest to the kitchen, the wall being the only separation from you and the rest of the guys currently speaking.

"I'm just saying, we're going on tour in less than a month. It isn't the best idea or ideal to get all caught up on a chick, when we're going to end up being halfway across the country and all you guys will have to hold onto instead of each other, are overpriced phone calls and tissues." You purse your lips as Lars bluntly speaks from only a few feet away from you, the only other sounds coming from around him being scuffed footsteps and the sizzling telltale sign of food currently being cooked on the stove.

"He isn't lying, het. And that isn't us just saying shit because we don't like her, we think she's great. We all do. But think about it for your sake, and for hers too," resounding silence emanates throughout the entirety of the large home, and your stomach drops as it continues to persist until Cliff speaks up again. "You've tried this long-distance relationship bullshit multiple times before, and it didn't work out back then. Why do you think it'll work out now? Because this doesn't feel like another re-run with your ex?"

"She isn't like her at all." Is spoken out gutturally, and you hold your breath as James finally talks for the first time in minutes. His only few words are spoken with such finality, and you decidedly walk into the room and speak up before you could continuously stand there and spiral on your own. You figure you have heard more than enough.

"I think I should head over to my place and see if my dormmates ended up getting some sleep after all," you begin, watching as they all temporarily freeze in place, before quickly coming to the realization that you had almost just heard the entirety of their conversation about you. "Thanks for being so kind and welcoming. I'll be sure to bring back the outfit." You try to smile, but it comes off as too pained and forced. Cliff looks back at you in shock, before his face falls in guilt and remorse, Lars being no better off. Shame is painted on his face, but James' expression is completely closed off and guarded, nothing like how he's been with you, since the very first moment he saw you in his bedroom.

So much for welcome to the family.

You walk towards the nearest exit after a few moments of no one speaking up, uncaring of only being in borrowed socks and with your shoes still being upstairs. You take in a deep breath and squeeze your eyes shut, before reopening them and quickly unlatching the lock on the door to the front entrance. The door is only a quarter of an inch open, before a familiar large and ringed hand is pushing it shut and delicately trying to turn you around. You refuse to budge and feel your teeth narrowly miss your bottom lip as you clench your top and bottom sets together, as you feel James' head rest on top of yours from behind.

"Please just hear me out." He pleads, the pained whisper of your name afterwards causing you to sigh and slide out of his grasp and vicinity. You turn to face him, but stare at his chest instead, knowing that if you were to look him in the eye, you would cry.

"Did you already know that you were leaving in less than a month, to go on tour?" You ask, your voice barely above a whisper, you wishful for it to not shake. Multiple sets of footsteps hastily make their way upstairs, but you continue to stare at his shirt in front of you, still wrinkled in the same places you had gripped at it earlier this morning. "Please, just be honest with me."

"Yes." He regretfully grits, and you huff out a dry laugh, your eyes beginning to sting with frustrated and unshed tears.

"So, you led me on then," your eyes shoot up and cut him short as he opens his mouth to argue and disagree. "You saw me, knew that I got the short end of the stick by my roommates, and thought I'd be an easy lay by the time you packed your things and were ready to get on the road. Is that it?" James vehemently shakes his head no, but you continue, tears embedding themselves in your lower lashes and slowly making their way down your flushed and overheated cheeks.

"You made a promise with me to make things work, and then I come down here after an amazing time and beginning of my day with you, just to walk into a conversation and not only find out that you're leaving in less than a month, but that I'm also being compared to your ex, by your friends and by people who were nothing but nice to me and welcoming for the entire time I was with them at the party. What exactly am I supposed to hear out? Because I think I heard everything just fine."

James reaches up and grips at his own hair before letting out a hallow curse, his expression heartbroken and angered at the same time. Your frustration begins to die down as you see his waterline edge with tears and his lower lip begin to tremble.

"Please just listen to me. Please," James begs, disentangling his hands from his hair to reach out and grab onto your own, his shoulders visibly lowering with relief after you don't immediately pull away. "You didn't hear the entire conversation, I swear. As soon as I came downstairs, the guys started teasing me, talking about how differently I acted last night because I was with you. Normally, I'd be damn near incoherent and trashing the house with strangers and women, but I didn't because I had you. I found you. You came over here, unassuming and nonjudgmental and unknowing of who we were, and you completely dropped me, straight on my ass. You were kind and funny, and treated us equally, the complete and utter opposite of your dormmates. You trusted me the entire party and treated my friends as if they were your own, and the way you took care of Kirk this morning," James stops himself as his voice cracks, his eyes welling up and his hands trembling in yours.

You gently squeeze his palms with silent reassurance, and you allow him to step closer to you, to tower over you and bring your joined hands up to his chest.

"The way you took care of Kirk this morning, and the way you reassured Jason earlier. We heard it, we all did. When you came down, you heard my best friend's fucked up ways of asking if I was ready to try again, to possibly fail at another relationship. That had nothing to do with you, and the fact that you were brought up and compared to someone who is nothing like you and will never be, wasn't fair either," James takes in a tremoring breath and runs his eyes down your form, as if trying to placate himself by reminding himself that you were still there, that you hadn't walked away just yet, that he still had a chance to make things right.

"My ex and I weren't the best. She knew of who I was before we got together, and she was attracted to the idea of me, she didn't love me. She loved the idea of me, the idea of how far the band and I could get her, how far she could get by being with me and being friends with the rest of the guys. I was two months into the last tour and on the road when she called me and broke things off. Said she found someone in another band that had already taken off, and that she didn't need me any longer for temporary footing. She was cheating on me all along. So, when you came down and heard Lars and Cliff being cautious about me moving on and possibly getting myself into a relationship that may or may not be the easiest for you or myself, it didn't have anything to do with you. It had to do with my own fucked up history, with how I messed up on my own and messed myself up before I even met you."

James carefully lets go of your hands to cup and hold your chin like he had done earlier, his once bright and clear eyes, now dull and fragmented. You tilt your head upward and blink rapidly as his fingertips splay across your skin and remind you that he's still there, that he's still here with you. That he isn't going anywhere, not unless you tell him to.

"I didn't tell you about the tour, because our official date keeps on changing. Our producer and team either want to always keep things the same or want us to write and record five more songs in a week. We don't even have an official live setlist yet. But that isn't an excuse, I fucked up by not letting you know what was going on, and that was my fault. In my mind, I still had at most, another thirty days with you, to tell you. To show you I could be what you need, what you want, and to solidify things with you, to the point that me being gone and on tour wouldn't even make a difference between us."

You furrow your brows in confusion, looking up at him with wide and bewildered eyes. "Be what I need, what I want?" You ask, your tone incredulous. "When have I ever specified that I wanted anyone or anything other than you since we've met?" You encircle your hands around his wrists, his pulse ricocheting and racing underneath your fingertips. You tug and gaze up at him intently. "Answer me, please, tell me."

"You didn't have to say anything, I already know," you cut him off by gently placing a kiss on his forearm, and then his inner elbow, his bicep. Your fingers dance up to his shoulders and then enrapture themselves in the wavy locks that bestow themselves on his shoulders and upper back once he lifts you up, your socked feet now inches off the ground.

Calloused palms grip the backs of your upper thighs and hold you in place as your legs raise themselves and hug his middle. "What did I just kiss you with?" You ask in a hurried breath of a whisper, your lips now only a few centimeters away from his own.

"Your mouth." James answers you shakily, the tip of his nose rubbing against yours as he speaks. His eyelids flutter and he sucks in a deep breath as you lean forward and brush your plush set against his, his pupils shot and his heart beating incessantly and erratically in his chest.

"And if it isn't coming from me, and it's in your head, then that means it isn't true. Not completely, at least," you murmur, your tone soft and warm. "The only way I wouldn't want you is if you didn't want me, and I want you just as you are. Sweet and gentle, giving and receiving." James shakes his head in disagreement and rests his forehead against yours.

"I'm different on the road. I drink more often, and the partying can get to my head," he stumbles verbally, his thoughts going a mile a minute. But when he takes a deep breath and refocuses on you, it all starts to clear and pan out. "What you see now is me when I'm controlled. When I'm with you and the guys, things are easy. If I get attached to you, and I go on the road and you aren't there, I don't know what'll happen." You loosen your fingers in his mane and bring them up to caress the sides of his face, to cups his jawline and rub your thumb against the swell of his bottom lip.

"Well then, I guess we've got less than thirty days to get our shit together, together." A grin overtakes his downtrodden features, and his eyes widen with newfound hope. "Together?" He asks you, the thin and nearly nonexistent distance between you two turns into zilch as you guide him forward and place your lips on top of his.

"Together."

Every kiss that you have shared with him so far was electrifying, gut churning, scorching, pulsating and one of its own kind, but this one feels like coming home. From the soft pulses of his own plush lips against yours, to his hands gripping onto the loose fabric of your sweatpants to try and bring you in impossibly closer. To the lack of tears on his waterline when you two disconnect, and the way he whispers your name and the way it makes you smile.

"I need you to go back to your dorm house and get changed, get dressed," James beams, his voice now clear and secure, all of his fears and insecurities gone with you in his arms. "There's some place I want to take you."

⭒

You let out a sigh of relief once you cross the street and see the front door is open again, the sound of a familiar theme song projecting itself from the tv in the living room giving you enough feeling of normalcy to make your way inside and past the screen door and deadbolt. Five pairs of similar looking shoes are neatly placed in a row near the coat and jacket closet, and the attendance sheet still looks the same as it did nearly twelve hours ago, indicating that no one came in and no one went out.

Footsteps pitter their way down the stairs and you suck in a deep breath as your eldest dormmate comes into view, her face neutral and her shoulders upward and narrowed in. Her lips purse in a half scowl as she takes in the change of your outfit from your earlier attire, her eyes raking themselves up and down you in a way that feels overly scrutinizing and uncomfortable.

"You didn't make it back home last night." Is stated dryly, nearly feeling like a punishment itself, like a rough slap to the hand. You twist your fingers in the oversized sleeves of James' shirt, a button tickling the inner skin of your left index finger as you fight the urge to shrink back from her uncaring and demeaning tone. You instead straighten up and meet her halfway and equally for once, opening your shoulders and realigning your back, posture the complete opposite of her own.

"You wouldn't have let me back in if I had knocked, since it was past curfew. And by the time everything was calmed down and situated, the front door was already closed, and the side porch light was off. What else could you have expected me to do, but stay the night?" Silence envelops the small room you two stand in before the dining room and staircase, and you refuse to look away as her eyes widen back at you.

The tv shuts itself off, automatically timed for specific hours of the day, and you expel out an exhausted sigh as the silence drones on. "I'll be back before curfew, I'll get my chores done in time, I'll go to my classes and focus on my studies." You recite without flaw, the never-ending poem of bullshit you had just reiterated stapled and laminated on top of the fridge, right above the chronological and numerical, age ordered chore list, with your name directly on the bottom of it.

Your elder dormmate hums and gives you one last once over, before skirting herself towards the kitchen. You freeze mid step as you're halfway up the flight of stairs, her trilling voice sounding like it was right behind you as she voices out from the other side of the compacted and overshared home. A mischievous smile breaks through your lowered mood at her next words, the bottom hem of James' shirt nearly lifted over your head before you make it to your bedroom.

"Music was off before four in the morning this time, good job."

You make sure your door is fully shut and locked before you squat near the end of your bed and reach forward for your secret compartment, relief flooding through you as your fingertips graze the still closed latch. Bright whites and yellows lighten up the beige of your assigned bedroom, and a content grin lifts your lips as your eyes set and stop on a particular white, lacy bra and matching sundress. You make sure to dress as quickly as you can, using a small handle on your wooden, makeshift closet, to tighten and readjust the last lining of lace on the upper part of the back of your white linen.

You put back on and readjust the sweatpants and dress shirt over your main outfit and slide on a pair of brown boots, before hurrying back downstairs and safely making it past your elder dormmates, your signing out signature messily scrawled on the paper and its tethered pen swinging in the wake of you making a break for it back outside.

⭒

You untangle your hair from the top button of James' dress shirt, tossing a playful glare over your shoulder as he lets out a hilarity filled laugh at the sight of you struggling. You hear his laughter die down as soon as you remove his clothing from your upper half and slide the sweatpants down your legs.

"Is something still funny?" You innocently ask, locking your booted ankles together as you lean back against the warming up car, your eyes wide with amusement and his enlarged in wonder and awe. You watch him swallow thickly and quietly shake his head, his eyes flickering down to the swell of your breasts and the accentuated curves of your hips and thighs. "Didn't think so, big boy." A soft smile makes its way on your face and curves your lips upward, as an innocent blush colors his cheeks at the endearing and teasing nickname.

"So, where are you taking me?" You narrow your eyes as James lightly shrugs instead of answering and places a hand on your lower back to guide you over to the passenger's side of the car, his rough fingertips teasing at the lace embodying itself on the natural curvature of your spine and arched back.

"Now if I told you, it wouldn't be much of a surprise, now would it?" He rebuts, a teasing and mirthful grin taking over his features as he opens the door for you and carefully closes it once you're fully sat down inside and situated. You turn your head to the side and stare out the window to hide your enamored grin, your heart fluttering in your chest at his chivalrous actions. James slides an arm over the large one-seater in the front of the car once he's back in and tugs you closer over to his side, your left leg insistently pressing itself against the center console as he brings your upper half flush to his side. You ignore the pressure on your limb and rest your head against his muscled and stable shoulder, placing a feather of a kiss on his clothed arm as he backs the car out of the long driveway and steadily begins to drive you two down the street.

Orange and yellow bellows itself through the windows as the sun relaxedly begins to set, and you watch with partially closed eyes as the familiar streets slowly fade away, nature eventually taking over mail trucks and rush hour traffic. Large, colorful bushes and vine covered fences greet you as James makes his way into a completely empty parking lot and places his car in park. Your eyes widen as you turn your head to look around in curiosity and find a large patch of land, completely covered in daffodils.

"When the hell did you find this? This is the most beautiful place I've ever seen." You gasp out, eagerly waiting for James to make it back over to your side of the car after he insists on opening your door for you again. You gratefully hold onto his extended hand as you exit the car, the loose fabric at the bottom of your dress making it harder for you to see and be mindful of your own footing.

"I got really overwhelmed one day and felt like shit afterwards, so I took a long drive and ended up over here. Now I come whenever I need a bit of time alone and space away from everybody." James explains, his arms encircling themselves around you from behind as you two make your way over to the land covered in spring flowers. You both exhale out a huff of laughter as you two stumble forward, the smile on your lips only widening as he places your feet on top of his. You stand still and straighten up as he begins a steady pace, letting out a shriek as you two go tumbling backwards in the grass as your boots slide off his and cause your feet to unceremoniously intertwine. You hear him let out a soft oof as you two make contact with the partially softened ground, a loud guffaw punching itself out of your chest as you twist around and see the look of shock on James' face.

"Are you alright?" You try to ask through tear filled laughter, wincing and letting out a short cry of pain as your side begins to cramp up due to the force of your amused movements. You can barely see him through your tears, but you could feel him vibrate with mirth underneath you. You take in a deep breath and go to partially lie down on his front, reaching forward to press his wrists on either side of his head, a playful smile lifting your lips. "I asked you a question, if I remember correctly." You muse.

James raises an eyebrow up at you, before letting out an amused laugh, going pliant under your hold. "I'm alright, angel. Don't you worry about me." The sincere tone in his voice makes you melt, and you can't help but rest your chest against his and lean down to give him a kiss. You easily get lost in it, the finesse of his tongue and the caressing arch above his upper lip enough to take your attention off of the beautiful scenery surrounding the two of you. You let out a hum as James lightly laughs against your kiss bruised lips, before gasping as large hands escape your loose grip and flip you two over entirely. Your head gently lands on a small bound of yellow flowers, and an incredulous chortle rings in the heady air surrounding you, it quickly turning into a light and confused sound as your hands are place over and away from your head.

"Is this your way of letting me know you like being on top?" You ask him playfully, the smile on your face turning into a small gape as you watch his eyes darken as he stares down at you. You feel a shiver run through you as James' hold on your wrists gently tightens, the pressure of him nearly lying on top of you adding to the warmth quickly making its way down to your groin. "James?" You whisper out, biting back a gasp as his denim clad leg purposefully and roughly rubs against the sensitive, upper and inner skin of your thighs.

James' eyes dart down to your breasts, the underwire of your bra lifting and holding them in just the right place, even as you're laid down and nearly spread apart underneath him. A flush on your chest begins to develop as he leans back to look down at the way your dress rises with each light blow of the wind, his firm grasp around your wrists now gone, but you continue to hold still and keep them in place.

Your hips jump up in his light hold as he just barely runs his hands down your clothed sides, your center beginning to throb and your sex starting to dampen as his hands make themselves lower, and lower. James bites back a grin as his eyes dart up from your form and see the desperate look on your face, his own length filling out and pulsating at the simple art and view of you laid out for him, beneath him and staying just as he left you. "You're being so good for me, I think you deserve a reward," he praises, running a ringed hand up your middle, only to divert and cup one of your breasts instead. You let out a resounding gasp as he flips his hand over and uses the cool side of a ring to lightly run it over your hardening nub through your dress's fabric. "Anything you want baby, and I'll give it to you." He promises, his tone heartfelt and sincere as he teases your oversensitive nipple and slides his leg up in between yours to lightly tap it against your swelling and soaked clit. You cry out a mewl and buck up to rub your sex against the rough fabric of his jeaned leg, tears of relief stinging your eyes as James presses his thigh against your core to add more dizzying pressure.

"That's right, baby, use my thigh," He encourages, reaching down to shove the rest of your lower dress's fabric up to your middle, letting out a broken curse as your essence is obvious and seeping through the fabric of your lace lined underwear. "You can be as loud as you need to be, sweetheart. I'll take such good care of you. We won't leave until I've made you cum at least twice. Want to make such a pretty fucking mess out of you." You twist your wrists to the side and grasp onto grass for leverage as your first orgasm pummels through you, your hips raising off the ground and your legs encircling themselves around his middle. James grips your waist as you tremor in his hold, his mouth salivating at the sight of the soaked fabric sticking itself to your sensitive pussy, now just a few inches away from his sore and heavy feeling dick.

He closes his eyes and forces himself to not dive headfirst in between your shaking limbs and lick and suck you clean, until tears are streaming down your beautifully flushed cheeks and the only word you're able to verbalize is his name. Until you spread your legs even wider and welcome him inside you, the force of his thrusts making him bottom out and have his hips flush against yours, the only sound above the two of your guys' moans being the slick attaching itself and breaking apart at the center of your connecting flesh.

You reach up and caress the side of his face with a shaky hand, greeting him with a blissful smile once he reopens his cobalt blue eyes and amorously looks back down into your own. You unsteadily use your core muscles to lower your clothed pussy on top of his jean clad bulge, a gasp tearing itself out of your chest at the rough slide of fabric against your clit and a moan reverberating in his throat as your core's heat bleeds through his denim and straight onto his dick. "You can use me too, get off just like this." You grant permission, your wide eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head at the first slide of a weighted thrust against your soaked and sensitive bundle of nerves.

James' mind seems to blank and glaze over once you verbalize your consent, his movements and further words now only encouraged by the thought of making you cum again and getting rid of the dull ache in between his legs, musky and thick globs of pre-ejaculate staining and making their way through his briefs and thick lining of his zipper. You reach forward and bring yourself halfway off your back to grab at the button keeping the jeans attached to his hips fully closed, tugging the fabric down to the ends of his thighs and sending him a grateful look once he accommodates your movements and helps you pull down the skin clad denim. James sighs in relief once the pressure is removed from on top of his dick, his hands immediately venturing down to the backs of your knees to slide you back down on the naturally blanketed ground and spread your legs even wider and further apart. Your cheeks burn as he aligns his clothed cockhead against the center of the wet patch of your release through your underwear, a whine of his name on the edge of your thirsted tongue as he reaches down to entangle his fingers with yours instead of fucking himself against you.

A teasing smile licks at the crown of his lips as his hungry eyes take in every inch of you, the way your clit visibly pulsates beads of arousal through the cotton and the way your stomach sucks in a deep breath every time he slightly pushes his hips forward to rub his swollen and red cockhead against the center of your weeping pussy. James bends down and presses his upper half against you to place a reassuring kiss on your gaping and gasping mouth, the tip of his tongue teasing your bottom lip as he finally begins to rub and thrust his dick against you.

"Do you see what you do to me, can you feel it?" He asks you huskily, his eyelids feeling heavy and half open as he fucks himself against you with reckless abandon, grunting as his cockhead roughly brushes against your clit and your previous release bleeds its way onto and inside his own protective layer. You squeeze your fingers around his as you desperately nod, a wet cry of a moan trapped inside your throat as your hands are held down by his and his cock expertly rubs itself against your oversensitive and numbing pussy. "Bet you'd feel so tight around me, making a mess out of my cock and cumming all down your own legs," He whispers against you, his eyes baring themselves into yours as he watches tears of pleasure swell in your eyes and cascade down your temples. Your thighs seize in around him as you feel the familiar and overwhelming sensation of another orgasm approaching, your spine arching itself off the ground underneath you and your lower stomach brushing against his happy trail, your eyes squeezing shut as his lips part against yours and you two share huffed breaths of moans and gasps. "You think you can cum again for me, baby? Right against me this time? Make my cock nice and wet for me?"

"Yes, yes," you whisper against him in a mantra, your eyes snapping back open as your release bends its way out of you, James letting out a pleasured groan as your nails dig into the backs of his hands and your slick clings to both of your guys' underwear, them matting in the middle and creating the perfect slide in between you two. "Don't stop, want you to cum against me." You weep, whimpering in oversensitivity as he nods against you and slides his hands down to grip at your waist, leaning back to rest the backs of his thighs against the heels of his shoed feet. You watch as his eyes glaze over once again, as the muscles in his forearms tighten and become taught as he uses you for his own personal pleasure, the wet stain on his underwear starting to have a white hue as his balls begin to raise and tighten.

Your breasts begin to bounce with the force of his humps and thrusts against you, your stomach tightening with overstimulation as his jaw drops and his mouth pops open, guttural sounds of desperation and deep-rooted pleasure clawing its way out of his drying throat. "I bet you'd feel so good inside of me," you start, a moaned mewl interrupting you as his cockhead rubs at your entrance, the flimsy and thin material of your underwear bending inward to allow him to almost slide through and be exactly where he truly wants to be, where he craves. "You'd stretch me open and fill me up so nicely, paint me white and keep me warm." You pant, pleasure starting to come back as he nearly tears the cotton and makes his way inside of you with the force behind his hips, his fingertips digging into your skin in the most delicious way.

"Is that it? That's what you want?" He asks you through a hearty and thick moan, his voice graveled and almost baritone, his release tittering and on the edge as he watches your tits bounce and your wide eyes stare back up at him with overwhelming and unadulterated lust. "You want me to breed you, fuck you until you're loose and spasming around me? Until you can't speak or walk, because you're shaking so much?" James groans at his own words, the images flooding through his mind of you fully naked and underneath him, begging for him to fuck you harder and hold you in place as he brings you both over the edge, is what causes him to cum, the thick seed coating and covering the entirety of his length and shooting up past the elastic of his briefs.

You watch in awe as white spurts make their way onto his happy trail and bead through the darkened, wet patches of his underwear, the throbbing and pulsation of his release being able to be felt through both of your fabrics and reverberate back down onto your clit. James fucks himself against you and through his cocks last efforts of emptying itself messily all over himself and both of your front's, the crease in between his brows smoothing out and his grip on your sides softening and turning into a shaky caress.

"Are you alright, angel?" He asks you. His chest heaving, back taut and muscles contracting, his ballsack still raised and swollen, but his main priority being to make sure he wasn't too rough with you and that you are okay. He can't help but smile down at you as you let out a small bout of incredulous laughter, your hair pillowing out beneath you as you fully lay back and relax in the grass surrounded by flowers. James follows soon after you, biting back a grimace as your shared releases stick uncomfortably to his groin, his arms instinctually wrapping themselves around your shoulders and guiding your back against his front. You close your eyes and slide a leg in between his, the rough denim keeping your limb warm as the sun fully sets and the chill in the air from earlier this morning slowly returns.

"I'm more than alright." You finally answer, your voice nearly gone and your head now resting on the side of his bicep, your lidded eyes blearily looking forward and at his car as you feel his mouth descend down to your neck. Morning stubble tickles the sensitive skin, and you close your eyes in contentment as you feel him smile against you.

"Only thirty days to solidify things with me, huh?" You decide to tease, letting out a shrill as blunt teeth playfully nip at your clavicle. James laps at the spot with his tongue and grins widely as you let out a weak sound of protest, before tilting his head back up to rest it on top of yours. "Less than thirty days to prove to you that we can make this work." He gently corrects you, loosening an arm around you to reach down and readjust your dress and tug it back down to cover your upper legs. You gently turn and twist yourself in his hold to face him, and you bring a hand up to run it through his messy mane, brushing it away from his line of view as he gazes down at you.

"Less than thirty days to prove to each other that we can make this work." You whisper, delicately correcting him this time, the feeling in your chest light, but energetic as James gifts you with an insurmountably soft look and bestows his lips upon yours. You reel your head back to look up at him, your other hand grasping at the same wrinkles you had caused earlier, your grin lifting as you watch his lashes tiredly flutter and meet in the middle as he temporarily closes his eyes.

"I think we should head back and clean up, before we both fall asleep." You huff as he lets out a resounding groan and slouches against you, before nodding and guiding you both up into a sitting position. His arm lowers from your shoulders to rub at the lower of your back, letting out a whistle as his eyes catch on to the grass stains and small clumps of dirt littered on the back of your dress.

"And I think you should take your outfit to the dry cleaner's," He rebuts, laughter evident in his tone as you raise a hand to lightly smack him on the chest. Comfortable silence wraps itself around you two as he helps you up off the ground and walks you back over to his car.

You lean back against the passenger side's front door, resting your head on the window as James places a hand near the crown of your head and carefully pulls blades of grass out of your mussed and messy hair. His thumb glides down to tilt your head upward, blue immediately locking you in as you two look back at each other, his eyes filled with devotion and yours with adoration. "We'll make this work, I don't care what it takes." He promises you, swears. You nod against his touch and lean into his warmth as he brings you into his arms, the cold breeze no match against the unbridled joy and avidity making its way to your heart.

You two will work it out, no matter the circumstances.

And even if I was told of how things would pan out, and all it would take for us to even get to where we are now, I'd still go through it all anyway, and again. Twice.

james and kirk, august 30th, 1983 ♡

silly guys on stage ♡

march 5th, 1983 ♡

Room For More ☆ Jason Newsted, Kirk Hammett (18+)

You bite back a smile and raise your cup to your slightly parted lips as a familiar set of arms encircle themselves around you from behind, your eyes nearly closing in bliss as your boyfriend's touch emanates much needed warmth and the heady taste of lager floods its way into your awaiting mouth. Your upper half feels pleasantly weighed down as your eyes venture over and through the ever-growing crowd impatiently barreling its way into the dressing room you two currently stood in, goosebumps awakening and creating dormancy on your exposed flesh as Jason's hands begin to wander their way down and explore.

You unevenly swallow as large and calloused palms make their way past and inside the top of your jeans and rest just above the beginning of your underwear, the studded and uneven designed rings adorning his thick and long fingers nearly intertwine themselves in the loose strands of fabric inside your pants as he does so. Light russet brown curls tickle the side of your neck as Jason rests his chin on your partially bare right shoulder, his rough-skinned fingertips gently massaging and drawing figure 8's into the soft skin just underneath the ending of the flimsy lace and cotton, on the precipice of your inner thighs.

"Hi baby," He breathes out as a greeting, nearly against you. The cadence in his soft and loving tone makes you fully relax back in his embrace, the motion lulling the two of you even closer together and nearly merging you both into one being. You turn your head to the side and place a wet kiss to his jawline, a light laugh making its way out of you as you watch him playfully raise his eyebrow in faux shock. Your laughter dies down and stutters to a hitched exhale as his blue and slightly dilated eyes peer down at your raised and beer-damp lips, his fingertips subconsciously pressing themselves even deeper into your sensitive skin and creating temporary indentations as he watches them further part and suck in a shaky breath. "Missed you."

Your heartbeat unevenly flutters in your chest at his sweet admission of truth, your tongue nervously coming out to flick against your drying lips as he brings his face even closer to yours. "I missed you too." You admit, your voice barely audible and coherent over the yelling and tipsy strangers in the room with you, completely ignorant and unknowing of the tension building in between the two of you in the back of it, near one of the exits. You eagerly inhale the intoxicating scent of your boyfriend's natural musk and cologne as his lips brush against yours, the grasp you have on your cup nearly loosening as his fingers curl up and bunch the fabric of your underwear in a slight grip.

"Oh yeah?" Jason murmurs, his bottom lip connecting with yours as he physically embodies every vowel and consonant he uses to speak to you with. You needily nod and blush as he chuckles at your enthusiasm, his eyes darkening and slitting as he hungrily takes in all of your aborted and heavy breaths breathed out against him. "How about you show me, and our guest how much you missed me then?"

You furrow your brows in confusion at his teasing words and tone, before freezing in place and shutting your eyes in mortification. "Who is it?" You ask in a groan, lowering your head to rest it against your boyfriend's chin as he heartily laughs out into the frenzied air.

"Just your best friend, is all," Jason announces easily, as if acknowledging Kirk watching you both from afar was nothing out of the ordinary. "Want me to invite him over?" You raise your head and open your eyes to gape at him in shock, before raising your free hand to lightly smack at his side once you see the amusement painting his features. You can't help but grin back at him as you watch his tired face brighten up from your reaction, all annoyance gone as he placatingly loosens his grip from around the fabric and grazes his thumb over your hipbone.

"He's your friend too, you know? They all are." You lightly remind him, fighting back the urge to roll your eyes as he lowers his head to lap at the side of your neck instead of verbally answering you. Jason half asses a grunt against your reddening skin, before moderately biting into the junction of your neck to leave a love bite. You moan out into the chilled air and nearly close your eyes, before a familiar head of curly hair grasps onto your attention in your dazed and slightly blurred, peripheral vision.

"Jason," you gasp as he sucks on your now bruising and welting skin, his ring finger traveling down your flesh to lightly tap against your still clothed and now pulsating clit. "Jason. Kirk's coming over." Jason lets out a sound filled with mirth against you, before pulling away and raising his head to look into your blown wide pupils and enlarged eyes.

"If you aren't comfortable with this, baby, just say the word and I'll take you to some place more private. This is all about you, and for you. We can wait." Jason promises you, swears. You go to open your mouth to question him, but pause as a third hand lightly wraps itself around your waist and almost beckons you forward. Kirk sends you a slightly nervous, but still beaming look as you gaze up at him from your position in between your boyfriend's legs and embrace.

"Did he talk to you yet?" Kirk asks you, his eyes trailing down your middle and finding purchase on the hands currently resting and caressing you in your pants. You let out a sound of disbelief and snap your head to the right, your boyfriend beginning to look sheepish as you glower at him. "You had this planned?" You question him, embarrassment filling and overwhelming you as Kirk takes the drink from out of your hand and places it off to the side. Jason starts to look regretful, bending down to place a calming kiss on your pursed lips as you tense in his hold and go to lift your back off of his front.

"It isn't what you think, I promise. You told me that you had a crush on Kirk when you were younger and all growing up together, and him and I had drinks and smoked on the road a few days ago. Came out while we were hammered, and he admitted to used to liking you too, and we just bullshitted around it for a while until this idea came to mind," Jason explains, his hands coming out from inside of your denim and up to lightly rub at your sides as he attempts to comfort you. "We spoke about maybe bringing someone else into the bedroom with us at some point down the line a few times before, and I thought that you wouldn't feel any more comfortable than with someone who knows you as well as I do. In some ways, at least."

Kirk nods and offers you a gentle smile of agreeance, the sight of his crooked and endearing smile making it hard for you to hold on to any further embarrassment or hesitation. "It's true. We spoke about this for hours and we planned on making this a private thing, but the rest of the guys ended up bringing the roadies and their girls backstage with them, and it all just kind of went to shit. I only came over here to offer the private room to you guys in case you and Jason still wanted to have a good night together, before we have to get back on the road for the next venue and concert," you watch as he playfully raises a key and waves it in your line of vision, before placing it on the table beside you and taking a step back, his hand falling from your side. "The last thing we wanted to do was make you feel uncomfortable, or make you feel like we were teasing you and fucking around with your feelings. I've wanted you for a while, but if this isn't what you want and your feelings are only for Jason, I completely understand."

You take in a deep breath and listen intently as Kirk trails off in a despondent tone, your hands coming up to rest on top of Jason's as he places a kiss on the top of your spine. "Jason will always be more than enough for me, but I have thought about you joining us a few times." You admit, bashful, a smile growing on your lips as you watch your best friend straighten up and lick his own. Jason's hands shift from underneath yours for your attention, his thumbs encircling around your own to caress them gently as he murmurs your name against the shell of your ear.

Blue eyes meet yours from over your shoulder, and your boyfriend nods in the direction of your best friend before sending you a sideways grin. "I'd take up the offer if I was you, baby. Five more minutes alone, and our lead guitarist is going to have a broad hanging off of each one of his arms." You giggle as Kirk's cheeks suddenly ablaze, the rare shyness while being around the two of you both brand new and sparking your interest, the warmth in your groin reigniting as you watch your best friend's eyes dance down your figure, starving-like and slow, before turning almost shy again.

You glance back at Jason one last time for confirmation, before nodding and stretching an arm out to grasp onto the key. You raise it in their line of vision and wave it around like Kirk had done earlier, a large smile making its way on your face and anticipation building itself in your core as they both let out matching sounds of amusement and expectancy.

"Take me to the private room then, boys."

☆

"How am I supposed to make my way into all of this again, exactly?" Kirk asks you both, a tinge of nerves in his tone and his eyes erratically glancing in between the two of you. The on-and-off confidence your best friend showed earlier begins to slowly deplete as you all make your way down to the room, the party somehow still as loud as it was when you were all inside, now twenty feet away and with one of the two doors shut. Jason wraps an arm around his shoulders and brings him in close as he did with you earlier, you smiling gently and clasping onto one of Kirk's hands, as James and Cliff whistle and shout from the other end of the hallway.

"You filthy fucks!" "Get it on!" As it turns out, you three, especially you and Jason, weren't as subliminal and discreet as you all thought you had been. Kirk grins despite his nervousness and directs a hand behind his back to give two of his other best friends the middle finger. The loud bouts of drunken laughter that follow after the gesture makes you all smile and partially relax, their rowdiness comforting and familiar grounding before such a new beginning and experience.

"In the past year and a half I've been with you guys, I've never once seen you this strung up and nervous before a lay. What gives?" Jason responds and asks, a playful hint in his voice to hide his full-on curiosity. Kirk raises an arm to wrap it around Jason's waist and squeezes your hand before answering, glancing at you only momentarily. "I'm not nervous because I'm getting laid, I'm nervous because it's you. Well, the both of you, actually." You and Jason share a silent look, and both hold back smiles as you each catch onto the hidden words and meaning.

"It isn't going to be weird because we're your friends or because we're dating. You aren't going to make a mess of things, and we can stop at any point in case it all becomes a bit too much. Our friendship and all of our comfortability comes before any of this." You reassure him, peering over at the door they stop in front of, Jason leaning against the frame and looking completely relaxed as you take it in. Your boyfriend sends you both an untamed grin, before clicking his tongue and nodding toward the private sign dangling haphazardly on a nail in the chipped door.

"Might end up with splinters in our asses, if the bed and framing are as messed up as the finish of this wood," he jokes, before sending Kirk a hearty and heavy look. "I invited you because I trust you, we both do. There's no one else I feel as certain to do this with, especially with my girl involved, man. There's always been space for you in our friendship and relationship, what makes it so different now that we're including you in our sex life too?" You blush at the vulgarity of his words, a complete contrast and opposition to how you were with him only a few minutes prior.

"What happens if feelings get involved? What if someone ends up wanting more?" Kirk asks, his confidence coming back after all the reassurance, now fully able to steadily look you and Jason both in the eye. Jason's cobalt eyes flash over to you, self-assured and secure, before shrugging and flipping the sign over to read occupied.

"For you, there's always room for more," he states easily, bending down to place a thankful kiss to your lips as you hand the key over to him. As your boyfriend unlocks the door for all three of you and pushes it open, you and Kirk share small, shy smiles. Whatever happens next, you were sure you were all looking forward to it.

You take in a deep breath as you follow the both of them in, Jason staying back to hold the door open for you. Butterflies erupt in the cage of your midsection as the door shuts behind you with a resounding click and the lights flicker on, a bright, yellow-tinged luminescence. You all glance at each other, before instinctively moving forward, Jason enveloping himself straight against your back and Kirk somehow already knowing how to mold himself to the front of you. And as your best friends lips make contact with your yours for the very first time and you boyfriend makes his way down the base of your spine with his mouth and teasing teeth, only four words come to mind.

To making more room.

☆

You let out a soft pitter of laughter as Kirk trails his lips down your sternum, the light fabric of your t-shirt now untied and pillowed near your feet on the carpet. You feel his lips turn upward against your shivering skin as his mouth continues to tickle you, your boyfriend's mouth already at the base of your spine and mouthing at the back of your jeans.

"Why don't you tell Kirk what your favorite fantasy with all of us together is?" Jason suggests mercilessly, his domineering tone out of character but still pleasantly welcomed. Your best friend looks up at you with wide brown eyes, his red and bitten lips now only a few centimeters away from one of your perked and swollen nipples. You let out a moan as your boyfriend wraps his arms around you from behind to unbutton your jeans and lightly tug them down. "Go ahead, sweetheart."

You lick your lips and cry out a gasp as Kirk tongues his way around your areola, the same time as Jason's rough thumb makes contact with your clit through your soaking wet underwear. Kirk's mouth makes an audible slurping sound as he hollows his lips to suck at the mound of your breast, his free hand coming up to grasp and fondle the other, his thumb and index fingers tantalizingly rubbing your other nipple to intense sensitivity. You let out a pleasured hiss as Jason lightly pinches your clit in retaliation to not answering his question. I'm waiting.

"I picture Kirk on top of me, mounting me, while you're fucking my mouth and using me." You shakily whisper out, your face completely red and your lips gaping open in pleasure as your underwear are pushed to the side and a thick finger is ran through your folds.

"Sounds good, doesn't it?" Jason asks Kirk, a pleasured jolt shocking through you as your best friend disconnects from you to watch as your boyfriend brings you pleasure, his hand reaching down to cup his own dick in the confines of his tight jeans.

You watch as Kirk unzips his zipper and hurriedly removes himself from his briefs, letting out a sigh of relief as his cockhead slaps against his lower stomach and twitches with painful arousal. "So fucking good." Your mouth waters as he reaches down to twist his palm against his shaft and makes a fist, the pleasured arch of a wrinkle making its way in between his eyebrows as he pants is almost beautiful.

Jason makes his way to your front and helps you carefully remove your underwear and jeans down the rest of your legs and from around your ankles, before kneeling in front of you and leaning forward to lap at your swollen clit without any warning. The sound that expels and forces itself out of your throat is close to a wail, and you have to fist handfuls of his hair as your legs threaten to let you fall and give out from beneath you. You force yourself to keep your eyes open as Kirk pants and lets out moans of his own, the copious amount of precum leaking from his tip being more than enough for his tightening fist to use as lube.

Tears spring to your eyes as two thick fingers delicately make their way inside of your already clenching entrance, curling up and hitting your spongelike spot with finesse as soon as they reach hilt and his last knuckle. Jason sits back on the balls of his feet and watches as you fall apart from his fingers alone, the sound of his wet wrist making harsh contact with the inside of your tremoring thighs loud enough to make anyone within twenty feet blush and turn away.

Jason turns his head to glance at Kirk, before simply saying, "Stop." You watch in awe as Kirk's hand goes slack and falls limp on his thigh, his dick weeping another bead of precum as your boyfriend gives him an appraising look. "Good boy. Wouldn't want you to cum before you fuck our girl, isn't that right?" You pant out harshly in the nearly quiet room, the only sounds being your punched out moans and your boyfriend's wrist flicking upwards to fuck his lengthy fingers in and out of you.

You hastily reach down for Jason's arm and partially squat as your first orgasm barrels its way through you, your fists tightening and tugging on your boyfriend's hair as you do so, causing him to moan out loud from the pain and speed up his ministrations until you gasp out his name and plead for him to stop.

"Jason, please." You whimper and cry out, your boyfriend grasping onto your waist with his free hand just in time to catch you before you fall, your upper legs going numb and unable to stop seizing as you narrowly land in his lap. Jason coos and balances the combination of both of your weights, before standing up and bringing you with him. Kirk shakily rises and makes way for the both of you, readjusting you into a comfortable position as Jason lies you down on the uneven, makeshift bed.

Kirk's eyes stare down at you ravenously, his undivided attention only shifting off of you once two glistening fingers are placed in his line of sight. You watch as your boyfriend raises an eyebrow and glances down at his own digits, before imitating an opening mouth multiple times. "I bet you were wondering how she tastes," after Kirk's almost dazed and answering nod, Jason places his nearly dripping with arousal index and middle finger's right against the swell of his bottom lip. "Why don't you have a little taste then, hm?"

Your breath hitches as Kirk's eyes flicker over to Jason's and his lips part widely in submission, his tongue peeking out from in between his kiss chapped lips for an easier glide into his awaiting mouth. Jason smiles at him gently, pleased, before sliding his fingers into his warm opening, raising an eyebrow as your best friends lips enclose around them and almost suck them in.

Your clit pulses back to life as you watch Kirk's cock bead and dribble, his prerelease almost landing on your thigh and mixing in with your own. Jason removes his fingers from his mouth once they're licked clean, before bending down to a squat and taking your head in between his hands. "You think you can take another round?" Your boyfriend asks you, his gentle smile turning into a wolfish grin as he watches you glare up at him indignantly. "I'll take that as a yes."

You watch, enraptured, as your boyfriend undresses himself. It's like the first time each time, with the sound of his belt clanking together before silently hitting the carpeted floor. The muscles contract and tense in his visible forearms as he bends over to shove his jeans down his thick legs, his shirt causing his hair to mess and frizz as he lifts it up and over his head, his thick and long, accommodating length welcoming you with a bob as he kicks his briefs off from around his ankles.

You glance over at Kirk and blush as he lets go of his shirt and allows it to join in on the piles of discarded clothes already on the floor, his lean and soft ridged muscles encapsulating his body type in the most perfect way. A thick and yet cleanly trimmed happy trail makes its way down to his beautiful looking cock, already leaking and weeping precum everywhere and just begging to be inside of you. Kirk licks his lips repetitively, as if your musky and natural essence coated his mouth entirely during the taste test your boyfriend allowed him to have. Dark, spirally curls fan out around his sweaty face and cling to the sides of his cheekbones, his jeans now removed and legs tense as if he's fighting back the urge to jump you and take you in any way he's allowed.

Your legs spread open on their own accord as you feel a gush of arousal pearl and slowly make its way down your swollen and glistening pussy lips. A small and tired smile finds purchase on your face as you hear them both groan out in unison, and you shift to position yourself as you would in your favorite fantasy once you feel you have enough upper body strength: your body resting in the middle of the bed with your head being the only limb hanging off of it, your hands resting on either side of your head with open palms up, and your legs spread wide open and welcoming.

Jason lets out a winded curse as he makes his way over to where your head hangs off, placing a warm and gentle hand on the middle of the back of your head and bending down to guide you into a wet and promising kiss. Your tongues tangle together despite the contradicting position, your lips making audible smacks and thick trails of spit landing on your forehead as he gently moves away. Jason looks down at you in loving disbelief, as you already looked fucked out from his fingers and kisses alone. "You ready, Hammett?"

Kirk has to physically shake his head as if he's in a trance or a stupor, and you have to bite back a giggle as you watch your boyfriend look over at him exasperatedly. Kirk lets out a laugh of disbelief of his own as he stares down and marvels at you, his feet moving on their own accord as he finds himself kneeling on the edge of the bed and taking you in as you display yourself for them. You reach out and interlace your fingers with his own, your smile seemingly deemed delicate and comforting enough to have Kirk nodding his head and glancing up at your boyfriend with finality.

"Ready."

☆

The first slide of your boyfriend's dick in your mouth is coincided and partially interrupted with Kirk's first full thrust inside of you, causing you to jolt upwards and nearly deepthroat the entirety of your boyfriend's length, while unprepared. You scramble for purchase on your boyfriend's thighs as you slide yourself back into place and only take him halfway, your tongue lolling out to massage the thick vein pulsating itself alongside your overly salivating tongue.

Kirk lets out a moan of an apology and he squeezes his eyes shut, the warm and tight heat of your walls being almost too much for him to handle at once, while your boyfriend carefully pushes the hair out of your face, whispering praises down to you as he carefully begins to fuck his way in and out of your mouth.

Tears cling to your lashes as Jason and Kirk somehow manage to find a matching thrust rhythm, each moan of yours being muffled by the length slowly making its way in and out of your throat and adding even more pleasure for your boyfriend. Kirk's thrusts hit right above your spot every time, each stroke of his hips almost bringing you even closer to your second orgasm, his added weight pressing onto your stomach in the most delicious way as he mounts you and fucks deep into you. You try to lift your hips to help Kirk rub his cockhead lower and against your g-spot, but your legs are too weak to even raise or wrap around his waist. Jason notices your slight struggle and laughs quietly to himself, before sending you a reassuring look.

You shout as your boyfriend leans forward to gently beckon Kirk to lift his upper half off of you, only to reach down and roughly rub at your clit with three fingers. Your best friend mutters out a curse, his eyes blown wide and his hands scrambling to keep you in place as your boyfriend directs him to situate himself in a lower position to help you cum faster. "She's so fucking pretty, isn't she?" Jason asks him as your tongue stretches out to massage his raising and tightening ballsack, his face only inches away from Kirk's and grinning as you swallow around him and rest your nose against his trimmed pubes and pubic bone.

Spit trails down your forehead and temples in thick globs as you shallowly breathe out around him, the slightly lack of oxygen only adding on to the insurmountable amount of pleasure you were currently feeling, eyes nearly crossing and rolling back in your head as Kirk follows your boyfriend's instructions and almost immediately hits your cervix and g-spot dead on.

"The prettiest," Kirk moans out, his tone lowering to a grunt as he bottoms his way out in you and thrusts in small pulses, his cockhead now easily nudging against your spots and your pussy walls eagerly sucking him in. "So fucking tight around me, I don't think I'm going to last long." Jason's lips spread wide as he moans once you suck against his shaft harshly, forcing himself not to fuck your throat as roughly as he'd like to with you already feeling sexually overwhelmed.

"Making us feel so good, pretty." Jason praises, letting out an echoing and ricocheted breathy moan as you raise one of your hands to fondle at his balls and the other to wrap around the base of his dick. Kirk stares at Jason as he feels his balls tighten and his cock begin to spurt out a large amount of precum as your walls begin to spasm around him, your second and last orgasm making you clench around Kirk so tightly, he wasn't able to continue thrusting.

Jason continuously rubs at your clit as he watches your bottom half flail and try to get away from his touch, before looking into Kirk's eyes to tell him exactly what he needed to hear. "You can let go."

Kirk's eyes widen as he's granted permission to cum, and the tight coil in his stomach seems to snap at your boyfriend's words. His hips roughly thrust and fuck their way into you with reckless abandon, his seed adding even more warmth into your already sweating and overexerted body. Jason carefully makes his way from on top of you once your hands begin to shake and your jaw begins to slack with exhaustion, his own hand creating a fist to fuck into as he slides his dick from out of your mouth.

Your boyfriend raises an eyebrow down at you as you lift a shaky hand and wrap it around his ministrative wrist, before gently tugging it away. "Finish in me." You barely whisper, the grated tone of your voice making his cock twitch and drop a teardrop worth of cum in between your own. You both blink at each other, before falling into deep laughter as the droplet runs down and condenses itself into the spit already drying and matting itself in your hair.

"If you're sure." Jason only moves once you nod in agreeance, taking the long way around so he doesn't have you shift your already sore and tensing neck. You look over and beckon Kirk to sit down next to you as your boyfriend carefully lifts up your hips and places a pillow underneath your backside. Your best friend sits right next to your head and begins to gently run his fingers through the mess of your hair, letting out a huff of amusement as his fingers get caught and tangled up in the first try.

"Maybe next time." You tiredly draw, sending Kirk a small smile as you watch him beam down at you and try to move your hair out of the way instead. Jason watches you two softly, before reaching down to delicately graze your clit, a barely audible coo coming from out of his lips at you lightly wince at the slight oversensitivity.

"I know, baby, I know." Jason slowly eases his way into you, relief filling him as he realizes that his plan of distracting you with stimulation would ease the discomfort of him entering you had worked. Your lips part with surprised pleasure as Jason slowly thrusts his cock in and out of you, the stretch only pleasant and your body fully welcoming his slightly girthier length as he carefully uses you for his own release. Kirk watches as your body greedily sucks him back in with every thrust and movement of your boyfriend's hips, as if even though you were exhausted and spent, your body still craved his release and wanted to be fully bred.

You carefully lift a still tremoring leg and wrap it around Jason's waist, pressing the hell of your foot into the dimpled skin of his lower back. "You know what I want you to do, don't you?" You murmur, swallowing drily as your throat protests every vowel and movement. Jason mindfully propels himself forward and rests his hands on either side of your head, his eyes searching in yours as he feels his abs start to constrict and his groin begin to burn.

"You want me to breed you nice and full, have me watch as my seed runs down your legs afterwards. Want me to feed it to you." You moan in unison with Jason as his cockhead continuously makes contact with your spongelike spot, shock running through you as you feel another seemingly impossible orgasm build inside of you.

"That's right, sweetheart. You're so fucking smart. So good and open for me, still nice and tight after all we did to you." Kirk's cock begins to fill once again as he filters your praise as his own, his hands gripping onto his thighs as he watches you both moan into each other's mouths and cum together at once.

Kirk watches as you both impossibly and easily fall into each other like puzzle pieces, and he falsely smiles to himself before lifting himself off of the bed and reaching down to grab ahold of his underwear. Jason raises his head from yours and raises an eyebrow as he makes eye contact with his band member from in between his legs. Kirk bites back a huff of amusement as he sees the shock on his best friend's face at his flexibility, before freezing at the words that come out of his mouth next.

"And where exactly do you think you're going?" You tilt your head to the side and frown as you see your best friend pause in the middle of reaching for his pants.

"Come back to bed, we've got like three more hours until we're kicked out of here and you guys are back out on the road." You lightly instruct, your heart beginning to feel heavy as you catch sight of the insecure expression on Kirk's face. You lightly tap on Jason's shoulders to flip you two over once he carefully removes himself from inside of you, and you go to sit up on his chest to gain some height, smiling down at him gratefully as his hands encircle themselves around your waist to steady you and keep you upright.

"I don't think you guys have enough space for me in there, or anywhere else." Jason goes to open his mouth to rebut, before stopping as you place a firm hand on his chest, your other reaching out for Kirk to grab onto. Once he hesitantly walks on over, you entangle your fingers with his and delicately tug him back into bed, and into yours and Jason's welcoming arms.

"For you, there's always room for more."