Cliff And James, August 24th, 1985

cliff and james, august 24th, 1985 ♡

Backstage Birthday Pass ⊹ James Hetfield (18+)

Mentions/Warnings: oral sex, fingering, dressing room sex, mirror sex, unprotected sex, creampie

The nylon and polyester material of the lanyard haphazardly swinging itself around your neck, connects with the thin material of the top of your dress, as you steadily and sneakily make your way through and past the ever-growing line of your boyfriend's band's fans. Hushed whispers erupt around you as you duck and swivel around a few people who immediately begin to recognize you, but they quickly quiet down and send you a secretive smile as soon as you raise a finger to your lips and silently respond back to their excitement with a cheeky wink and a wave of your own.

A weighted, yet light feeling of relief floods through you once you make it past the familiar five men standing near a foldable table without gaining their attention, and finally see the door with the tarnished and retaped STAGE DOOR - BAND AND CREW ONLY sign Kirk had instructed you to enter into once you got there. Your heart begins to pound as five more doors come into view, with James' being the last at the end of the narrow and barely lit, makeshift hallway. An unfightable bout of fondness fills you as soon as you push his door open, the birthday balloons and already half-eaten cake you and the crew had brought in earlier, unbeknownst to James, were already tied down to and resting against the lighted up dressing room table adjacent to you. Used solo cups pile around a deserted and dented keg to the far left of you, and you laugh out loud at the picture of him that was attached to it, your joyous sound bouncing off of the walls as you place your bag and oversized jacket down on the nearest chair.

You bend down to take off your heels, before deciding against it, already fully knowing how much your boyfriend takes pleasure in undressing you himself. Flattening your fingers against the lower bridge of your spine, you make sure that the sewn in lace of what's underneath your dress is still tied together and in place, before making your way over to the turned off radio near the bathroom. You run your slightly shaking fingertips over the hard plastic covers of the disarrayed and tossed around cassette tapes, a grin showing delight on your face as you pick up the one you know Cliff and Jason left behind for you on purpose. Light beats and a slowed down tempo reverberate through your eardrums and the rest of the room after you press play, and you allow yourself to slowly pace around the room, your nerves beginning to get the best of you as time slowly passes by.

Before you can psych yourself out and walk back out into the hall, multiple pairs of heavy and recognizable, booted footsteps lazily make their way towards you, and the dressing room you're hiding in. You widen your eyes and quickly turn around to face the lighted up bulbs surrounding his mirror, tilting your head downwards to hide your face behind your hair. A small squeak from the door is the only sound that indicates someone partially walked their way inside, and you take a deep breath before lifting your head to meet his eyes in the mirror.

"Pretty sure you need a backstage pass to be in here," James drawls out, his uninterested tone halting just like his breath once his own pair meet yours. Kirk and Lars wear shit eating grins behind him, and the sound of their amused chortles settle you enough to smile back at them through the reflective glass, before twisting around to face the three of them entirely. Bright blue irises widen and dilate as he takes you in, and he only come back to once a hand is smacked onto his back, and his two bandmates and your mutual friends turn to leave. A beat of heavy silence wavers between the two of you, before you two beam at each other in unison, and hurry to meet in the middle. "Holy shit."

Strong arms and the smell of sweat and faded cologne wrap and envelop themselves around you, as you etch your own into the stretch of his collarbones and shoulders as he bends down to lift you up. You wetly smile and bury your head into his disheveled blonde curls momentarily, before leaning back to meet his eyes squinting from the largeness of his smile. "How good is a backstage birthday pass around here?" You ask cheekily, your playful question going unanswered as he uncurls an arm from around you to use his hand to guide your head towards his. The first rough brush of his facial hair against your own soft skin draws a hilted gasp out of you, which he eagerly swallows down and licks onto. You hold on tight as you're blindly walked backwards, and only half flinch when the parts of your bare back make contact with the cool wall behind you.

Frosting, the aftertaste of beer, and a whisper of your name is all you can focus on as James swipes the tip of his tongue behind your teeth, and grins against your swelling lips as you tremble out his own in a pathetic attempt of using your voice. The sound is loud and slick as he separates his mouth from yours, and inches back to the point where his chest is only brushing against yours. Thick and calloused fingertips hold your head in place as he sucks in a deep breath, his own expression looking fucked out and wild from just a simple kiss alone. "How the hell did you get here?" The tone in his voice is beatific, blissful even, as the arm and curled palm holding you upright begins to slightly tighten around you, as if they were subconsciously checking to see if you were actually there.

"The crew, and the boys and I, came up with the plan a few weeks ago," You answer halfheartedly, your lips still wet from your guys' mixed saliva, and your head feeling dazed as you look back at him in person for the first time in almost two months. "I didn't want to wait for the end of the leg of tour to see you, so I pitched the idea, and everyone was down," your left hand comes up to entangle itself in his mane, your breath hitching in your chest as you watch his eyelids flutter at the sensation of the gentle tug your matching ring gives around a few strands. "Missed you." You finish, allowing yourself to be vulnerable, your eyes beginning to dampen with the sudden onslaught of emotion building itself inside of you. James leans forward to place a kiss on your forehead and carries you towards the large chair in front of his mirror, before uncaringly shoving his cake to the side and placing you down on top of the finished wood instead.

He grins as you temporarily forget about your teary eyes and emotional confession, and laugh instead, your arms loosening enough around him for your hands to slide down and rest in the small space between his half-zipped up leather jacket and his black t-shirt. "You already know I missed you too, baby," the large palm pressing itself against the back of your head, slides itself down to trail its fingertips down the expanse of your neck, your boyfriend letting out a quiet, yet heavy sound as you instinctively turn your head to make more room for him. "Damn near lost my mind without you." Warmth settles in your midsection, and you risk tearing the slit on the side of your dress as you spread your legs further apart, so he can fully step in between them, and press his upper half flush against your own.

"Is that right?" You nearly whisper, a moan being hastily swallowed in your throat as James groans from your tone and bends down to rest his forehead against yours, before almost dazedly nodding. You pinch his jackets zipper in between your right thumb and index fingers, slowly tugging it down as you use your other to glide it down his front, only stopping once your palm makes direct contact with his belt buckle. You earlier nervousness fully dissipates as you take in and acknowledge that he's just as hungry and as yearning for you, as you are for him. "I lost my mind the first night I had to sleep without you," you admit, elongating your tongue to moisten both of your guys' lips at the same time with the motion. "Had no one to keep me warm, or keep me feeling full." He moans outright at that, the huskiness of the sound coming from his earlier three-hour performance, enough to set your nerves on fire, and for you to enclose your fingers around the tongue of his belt to tug him closer. You arch your back off the mirror and hastily pull his jacket down his broad shoulders, your legs bending and raising to wrap themselves around his waist as he follows suit after you to tug his t-shirt over his head.

You watch as his hair falls back down unevenly on his shoulders, the light barreling itself onto the both of you looking like a halo around him, as he presses himself against you in only his unfastened jeans and his weighted boots, and the chain holding his ring right against the center of his chest. You settle the sharp points of the bottom of your heels into the back loops of his belt holders, and gently tap the rough material of your shoe against his ass, his wide and shocked smile becoming blurred as he uses his arms to barricade you against the glass. Your chest heaves as he takes advantage of you leaning back, to lean down and press kisses into the deep v-line of your chest, the scuff of his facial hair making your skin deliciously alight with red. You close your eyes and gape your lips open around a silent exhalation of pleasure as his mouth travels up to your left shoulder, and as he uses his teeth to tug the thin spaghetti strap down to your bent elbow.

"Being away from me for two months made you feel bold, huh? Where's my girl who'd just take it, and let me control how I move and bend you over?" You mewl as James presses his tongue into the flesh above your breast, his appendage pausing over a foreign feeling on his tongue, too thick and too designed to be an average bra. Your boyfriend leans back and raises an eyebrow, his eyes trained on your expression and facial features as one of his hands comes up to tug your other strap down. The rest of your dress pillows down onto your lap, and your walls flutter at the strangled curse he lets out, as your pushed up breasts in your satin based one piece fully come into view. "You're trying to kill me," He breathes out in wonder, unable to stop himself from bringing his hands up to grasp onto the mounds of your tits, and sliding them down your lace laden hips. "Fucking walking and breathing dream, you are."

You use your legs around him as leverage as he taps at your sides to have you lift your bottom half from the table, and you fight back a shiver at the look on his face, and at the cool temperature of the wood underneath you now being pressed against your nearly bare ass. The back of your head makes a lightly audible connection with the mirror behind you, as James holds onto your legs and lowers his upper half to lie flank on the widening space between them. His fingertips move with finesse over the sewn in designs and lace, before he hooks his left thumb into one of the side bows and tugs it loose. "Not only are you the best present, but you're fucking wrapped like one too," he murmurs the words like he's talking to himself, the rough texture of his fingertips working the lace free from the corset sending wracking shivers down your spine. By the time he has both sides untied up to the sides of your chest, you're fully soaking through the cotton fabric protecting your pussy, and your clit has its own jackrabbiting pulse. James licks his lips as he comes face to face with it, and looks up at you hungrily, the full dilation and the drunk look on his face making another thick pearl of essence slide itself out of you. "Can't wait to get my mouth on you, and ruin this pretty thing you put on just for me."

Your second pulse point begins to become incessant and almost painful, with the press of the ruined thong's cotton feeling like too much, and also not enough at the same time. You reach down to cup his chin with a slightly trembling hand, your breathing already heavily labored, although nothing has truly happened yet. "Please," you begin to plead, the whine in your own voice turning you into an even brighter shade of pink, with the flush starting at the tops of your cheeks, and reaching down all the way to where your one piece was barely hanging on. "I'll be good, I can take it. Just please, please do something." Tears cling to your lash line as James takes his time contemplating, before giving in and tilting his head to press a kiss into your unsteady limb.

"Lay back for me, sweetheart. Don't you worry about a thing." he soothes, as he moves out of your touch to suck a mark into your hipbone, chuckling against your skin as your back immediately arches into the touch, and your clothed clit makes brief contact with the ring dangling mid-air from his chain. The teasing touch of his teeth barely even biting into your skin has you moaning, and wanting nothing else but for him to mark you up, so you can have something semi-permanent on you to remember this night by. His right hand comes down to unlatch the clasp nearest towards the middle of your groin, and you inhale a small breath of relief from the loss of that additional pressure. Before you can thank him, a thick and hot to the touch thumb, is roughly grazing itself over your clothed, swollen pair of lips. The sound you let out sounds nearly inhuman, a dried yet wet, mixture of a cry of relief and frustration. James' mouth disconnects from your now red and purpling, hickied skin, to teasingly hush you, before moving his hands from your hip and left breast, right down to your sex. You sigh in relief as the ruined material is slid down to the backs of your knees, before tumbling down past the ends of your heels and onto the carpeted ground beneath your boyfriend's feet. Before you can even form your kissed bruised lips in a shape to thank him, he's descending down onto you, and your legs are placed onto the backs of his shoulder blades.

The first simple lick against your clit has you tensing, and by the time his tongue is tantalizingly lapping at your quivering entrance, your entire body is seizing. You fingers grip onto his strands for a desperate sense of grounding, while he takes turns in seemingly making out and harshly sucking at your clit, and fucking his tongue in and out of you. You use the slight leverage of having your head and upper shoulders still resting on the mirror behind you to try and ride his tongue, and the slight movement it makes, has you nearly screaming his name. James eats you out as if he's starving, moaning against you like he's enjoying it as much as you are, if not more. You see his eyes flicker up to yours and take in your flushed red and sweating state, and you watch as they roll back into his head in ecstasy, your mouth gaping into a silent wail as one of his hands caresses its way down your calf and up your thigh, to slowly glide an index and middle finger inside of you. The triple sensation of his appendage licking and rubbing against you, and his long and thick and rough fingers curling up expertly to rub at your spot, as well as the textured contact of his facial hair meeting with your pussy, has you nearly blacking out from the enormity of pleasure. Droplets of exertion of having to lift your hips up to ride his tongue and press your heels into the upper part of his back, drip down your chin and find dormancy near the precipice of your breasts, as your boyfriend uses his other hand to reach up and intertwine his fingers with yours.

The unyielding and intense amount of pleasure continues to grow, and you grip onto his hold around your hand like a lifeline, as you see your vision begin to blur and start to whiten, and the tethering heat in your stomach and groin reaches its breaking point. "I'm coming!" You nearly scream, the stutter of his name around an abandoned and desperate exhalation of breath sounding utterly broken as you reach your first orgasm, and you wrap your legs around the nape of his neck.

Shattered attempts of breathing fail you as James continues to lick and suck on you, and he only backs away once tears are streaming down your face, you're pleading repetitively, and your legs are dangerously hanging off the edge of the table currently carrying nearly both of your weight. You lift your head from the glass once you're able to half catch your breath and your vision clears, and gasp out loud at the sight of him. Your slick and release covers and matts itself in the facial hair surrounding his mouth, and runs down his neck in translucent globs, in a mixture of your own arousal, and his own messy spit. You reach forward before you can even second guess it, clasping a hand around the back of his neck to tug him forward, and lick into his mouth. James immediately opens, overwilling and still hungry, allowing you to massage and lap and lick at his appendage, until the taste of yourself is enveloping your own buds and making you feel lightheaded with arousal. Strings of saliva hold you two in place as you slowly break away, the thin and wet strands only breaking apart once you whisper the next few words towards your boyfriend, and he shakily breathes in and erratically nods his head.

"How about you turn me over, and make me watch through the mirror, while your fuck me against this table?" The speed in which you're turned around and pressed forward has you giggling, until James presses a large hand down on the middle of your back, and your hardening nipples are pressed down against the cold surface. You obediently place both of your hands underneath your chin, and leer at him through the mirror, as he holds and maintains your eye contact while unzipping his jeans. The sound of the heavy buckle of his belt hitting the leg of the chair behind you two nearly makes you flinch, until two fingers are gently being guided back into you, making you nearly go cross eyed at the overstimulation.

"What are you doing?" You shakily ask, non-verbally getting your answer as they're soon taken back out, and used to lubricate the thick and long girth and length of his dick. James temporarily leans down to place a kiss on the middle of your bare back, before standing back up and sheathing himself inside of you. You watch as his eyes squeeze shut in pleasure, and as your eyebrows furrow and your front teeth find themselves in your plush bottom lip. The feeling of his groin and hips flush against your ass feels innately intimate, especially as he reopens his eyes and looks down at you in the reflection with adoration and earnest. Like the feeling of him being fully inside of you, feels like coming home.

You watch as he seems to shake his head in disbelief to himself, before latching and securing his hands on either side of your waist, and trailing his eyes down to where he disappears inside you. You let out a sigh of relief at the first thrust, the slight twinge of pleasured pain from finally being stretched open after so long nearly making your eyes close in bliss. The second makes your eyes widen, as he leans back until his cockhead is only halfway into your entrance, before he pivots himself fully back inside, the feeling of him hitting your cervix and the sopping sound that comes with him sliding back home, enough to make you both outright moan and clutch at each other. You reach back to grasp onto one of his wrists, while your other stays beneath your chin, so it doesn't connect with the hard surface, due to his roughening thrusts, and the way he yanks you backwards to fuck yourself back onto his length.

"God, baby, you feel so fucking good," he pants, the thick vein running along his shaft pulsating against your fluttering walls with each inch he pivots himself in and out of you. He carefully uses his free hand to stand you up enough that your still heeled feet can fully be placed on the floor, and you take that as enough incentive to force your hips back in slow and methodical circles, a euphoric feeling flooding through you as you catch James cursing to himself under his breath and reaching up to run a hand down his face. You clench around him and suck in a greedy inhalation as his cockhead roughly etches itself against your spongelike spot, and you let go of his wrist to beckon yourself even further back, until the sounds of you connecting with him sound like harsh slaps. Your vision begins to swim, and you swear you can feel saliva bed itself in a puddle near your bottom lip as a strong arm encircles itself around your waist to nearly lift you off the ground once again. "Can't ever go another two months without feeling you again." James nearly grunts, deeply grinding into you as he flushes his entire front against your back to lick and bite at your neck, and you feel his smile at the whine you let out when his incisor nips at your collarbone. Your back bows as he sneakily reaches down to rub at your clit, the first tap of his fingertip against it feeling like a flash of energy being charged into you, making you almost push against him to get away. James removes his mouth from your neck to tsk at you, before shaking his head in a way that almost seems condescending.

"C'mon, angel, you can take it," he taunts through the mirror, unlatching his arm from around you to reach up and loosely close it around your neck, the touch feeling grounding and possessive at the same time. You're propelled forward by the strength behind his next thrust, and the tug on your throat to hold you in place makes you gasp in shocked pleasure. Familiar heat quickly rebuilds as your stomach muscles contract, the thumb he has connected to your clit continuously rubbing figure 8's in a way that makes you feel like you aren't fully connected to your body. You reach up to hold onto him and plead for him to go faster, harder, the sudden need to orgasm coming from the way he buries himself in you and uses you for his own pleasure, while also giving you your own. James watches through the mirror as a stray tear makes it way down your cheek and as you nearly choke around a torn out whisper of his name, before giving in and fucking you with reckless abandon. The force in which he plunges himself and thrusts into you makes your eyes roll into the back of your head, and your second orgasm tears through you even stronger than when he was going down on you. "That's it, my good girl. Take what you need, milk me dry."

Your walls contract and tighten around him so vicelike, that it almost makes him unable to continue, and you watch through spotty and unreliable eyesight, as he fucks himself into you with a completely gone look on his face. Bright bulbs imprint themselves in the peripherals of your eyes, yet you're uncaring, as you find your footing once again, and circle back and grind until James roughly pulses and paints your walls and cervix with his hot seed. You shallowly exhale as he subconsciously presses himself even deeper, until he's almost making contact with your womb, the last spurt of his ejaculate reaching even farther inside of you than you two think is possible.

Silence thickens the already heated air once you two eventually gain control of your breathing, and that same silence helps you realize that the tape you had placed in the radio earlier, finished before you two did. Embarrassment and mortification fill you to the brim, as you imagine how loud you two must have been, and James laughs out loud as you repeat the same sentiment verbally. Before you can retort, he's carefully removing himself from you, and gently turning you around to face him.

Warm and steady hands are placed on each side of your jaw, and you lean into the kiss you're being guided into with ease. The earlier tongue and heat and passion is now long gone, and is instead replaced with satisfaction and satiation. The sound your lips disconnecting this time is short and sweet, and you lean back against the table to tilt your head upwards and send him an exhausted grin. "Happy birthday, baby." You murmur, the scratch in your throat making your voice sound hoarse. James smiles down at you gently, before shaking his head and spontaneously lifting you up again, his face breaking out in a wolfish grin as you throw your head back and chortle.

"I don't know about you, but I've still got four hours of my birthday left," you're still laughing as your placed down on the large chair you two bumped into earlier, only this time you're on his lap, with your hands resting on his chest, right underneath his chain and ring. Your boyfriend looks up at you as he leans back, the new position making his hardening dick extremely apparent as it rubs itself against your belly button. "And there's no way in hell that I'm done with you yet." You nod with renewed fervor and energy, the metallic clink of your own ring connected to your ankle sounding off against the leg of the chair as you shift back, and you grin against his mouth as you reach back to position and guide him toward your entrance. You glance over at the bag you abandoned earlier, as you slide down the entirety of his length. Once his birthday was over, you'll surprise him with rings that'll actually fit the both of you this time.

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