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| Still Beats Your Name; James/Kirk, R, minor drug use | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 1 2010, 04:00 PM (227 Views) | |
| Torrid | Apr 1 2010, 04:00 PM Post #1 |
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Hell is Here.
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Am gonna post further updates of this fic here. For previous chapters, see: Still Beats Your Name
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| Torrid | Apr 12 2010, 02:13 AM Post #2 |
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Hell is Here.
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Sorry this took so long. I lost my heart for this fic. I found enough to want to finish it. It's not going to be all that long but, hey. Hope you enjoy it. ------------------------------------------- James stood slightly in front of Kirk, their hands still clasped behind his back. “Why did you not tell me?” “Because... because I couldn't!” “Why?” “You'd reject me.” he shouted over the beginning of the tape for Dyers Eve. “Don't forget, I'm married too...” “Damn it, Kirk!” he ran his hand back over his head, letting Kirk's hand gently fall away. He sighed and huffed. “You want me, right?” he patted Kirk's shoulder and smiled brightly. “Right?” Kirk smiled and yelled back. “Yes, I want you.” James started to ascend the stairs side stage and shouted back. “Then show me what you got.” Kirk followed him up the stairs, watching James' lips. He mouthed to him. “Make me really want'cha.” Kirk simply smiled and galloped into the opening riff. ------------------------------------------------------------- The band left the stage one more time before the finale of Seek and Destroy. Kirk handed his guitar to a tech and grabbed a towel. My god, it's hot... he opened it up fully and swiped his body over, trying to lap up as much sweat as possible. He passed it to a stage hand and grabbed two bottles of water, opening both. He hastily threw one of the bottle's contents right over his head and shoulders. He yelped and shuddered, shaking his head real fast. “Thanks dick!” Lars yelled at him. “You could use an impromptu cold shower now and then!” He guzzled back the other bottle of ice cold water and smiled at Lars' flying finger. “Was nice though, don't deny it.” “Denied!” “Oh really?” he grinned flipping his hair forward and back. “Ahh...” James winced, he'd just walked behind him. “Yes, motherfucker, really.” “Sorry, James. I didn't know you...” “It's okay.” he whispered, somewhat seductively. Kirk winced. “Don't.” “Don't?” “Don't. If you're gonna whisper stuff, no matter what it is, like that... to me... don't do it now.” “Alright...” “Like... after the show. We can go out?” he asked. “Talk... maybe.” “Talk?” “Yes, talk. Like we are now... only... more in depth.” “Depth?” he hissed. “James...” “Sure.” “Good.” |
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