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Shower Scenes Take One (james/kirk); James/Kirk, NC-17, Straight up SMUUUUT
Topic Started: Mar 2 2011, 11:50 PM (441 Views)
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Shower Scenes Take One

Inspired by this picture, cause hot DAMN boys: http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_leoj6k1W...eiamao1_400.jpg

So I have to admit that I'm more of a James/Lars writer than anything else. However, I'm not pairing specific. I can write just about anything pairing-wise (except I am not a Jason fan) so expect to see a bunch of stuff up here from me. It will be primarily James/Lars, but I am always up for requests/ideas/inspirations for other pairings for story ideas. So, um, without further ado...here is the first part of Shower Scenes Take One! (Note that there is a part two, and three....part two is written, kinky as hell and will be put up after this, and part three is in outlining.)



“I still don’t get the fucking appeal of us in the shower with our instruments.” James said, flopping into the shower stall and looking at Kirk. “I mean, if we were at least shirtless, it’d make fucking sense. I mean, we’re wearing gloves for fucks sake. Come on. Back me up here Kirk.”

“I think you’re being fucking retarded and should shut up so we can finish the damn shoot and go home. Water or not, it’s hot as hell in here.” Kirk said, fanning himself with his hand, not liking the way he could feel sweat running down his back slowly. He cast a look over at James, who was glowering at him and laughed, licking his lips, feeling sweat start to bead on his upper lip.

James laughed. “Oh stop fucking whining Kirk. Come on, this is the last part of the shoot, then you can take a cold shower.” Now that was a fucking poor idea. Because now he was picturing Kirk, naked, water droplets running over tanned skin, down a smooth belly and then over a deliciously hard cock as Kirk stroked himself, the coolness of the water unable to calm him down because he was so hot and hard and-FUCK. James shifted his guitar over his now hard cock and hoped that Kirk hadn’t fucking noticed. Thank god for all these black clothes.

“Fuck. YES.” Kirk said, tilting his head back against the tile. His clothes were sticking to every single inch of him and he could not have been more uncomfortable if he tried. “Ugh, crawl into that fucking shower and never leave.” Kirk said, licking his lips again. He opened one eye and peeked over at James. He’d never leave it if James went with him. Kirk would live in the fucking shower if he could drag James with him. A naked James, tall, blonde, fucking golden GOD. All his to enjoy in whatever way he wanted. And enjoy James he would.

The photographer came up to start the shoot, putting an end to their banter, positioning them and snapping pictures.

He was certain that Kirk was ready to start growling by the time the shoot was over. The look in his eyes had turned from bored, to annoyed, to murderous to...whatever the fuck he had ended up now. It was rather entertaining. And hot. Instead of paying attention to the photographer, he had started to stare at the sweat that would bead at Kirk’s temple and slowly run down his face and neck, then into the collar of his shirt, making him want to tear the black cotton off of the guitarist and let it continue lower and lower across that tan skin.

“James!” Kirk shouted, offering his guitar to the assistant who was standing nearby doing jack shit. The blonde had been staring into space for the last minute or so. Reaching down, he took the guitar away from James and watched him scramble to sit up. Kirk took advantage of his scrambling to stare at James. His shirt was stuck to every fucking inch of his torso, and fuck he just wanted to rip it off and taste James. Lick and suck and nibble every inch of that body, then worship his cock, make James scream, those long fingers diving into his hair and tugging and pulling and making him moan as James fucked his mouth and...fuck. Thank god for long fucking T-shirts that hung over his waist. Hiding how fucking much that thought had turned him on. Fuck. Fucking James. James fucking him. FUCK. Shaking his head, he grinned at James. “Ready to get the hell out of here?”

Lars smirked from around the corner and cranked the lever for the shower that James and Kirk were both in. He set it to cold. Cool them both off so they weren’t walking around showing off their boners for each other to everyone but each other. Fucking dumbasses. They needed to see what was right in front of their faces. A good soaking would accomplish that.

“James!” Kirk shouted as the shower started up. “What the fuck was that for?! I didn’t want to shower in my fucking clothes!” Reaching for the knob, he spun it, sputtering when it did no good.

“I didn’t fucking do anything!” James yelled back, twisting his own knob and failing to stem the flow of the water. “Thing must have fucking broke!” He wiped some of the water out of his eyes and looked over at Kirk, his gaze slowing, then stopping at the sight of the drummer. James licked his lips slowly. If he had thought Kirk looked fucking delicious earlier, it was nothing compared to how he looked like this. Kirk was sputtering and trying to still turn the faucet off, turn the water off, his back to James, every single piece of clothing he was wearing sticking to him, highlighting the muscles in his back and ass. Fuck. That ass. Right in front of him, right there. Swaying slightly as Kirk tried to get the faucet to stop pouring water on him, that curly black hair sticking to that delicious neck, plastering to his face. His fingers twitched, itching to touch the guitarist, press him against the wall, fuck him senseless.

“Fucking piece of shit!” Kirk shouted, kicking the wall angrily. He turned to see if James had fared any better with his shower and jumped when he saw James standing behind him. Kirk licked his lips and took a step back, looking up at James. “J-James?” He asked, hating that his voice shook, though it wasn’t with fear. Desire had settled deep into his bones and god he fucking wanted James to press closer to him, rub against him, fuck him, but he’d never do it.

James didn’t say a word. He couldn’t. If he did, then he’d chicken out and not push forward. Not kiss those fucking lips that tortured him, watch those brown eyes darken in desire, see his skin flushed with passion, hear the way he screamed when he came. Instead, he reached out and touched Kirk’s temple. James could feel how Kirk’s pulse was racing and trailed his fingers lower, over his cheek, following the path that bead of sweat had taken, down his neck, feeling Kirk shiver. He stopped at the collar of his shirt, then trailed his fingers lower, down, over the front of his chest, circling a nipple, watching it harden through the T-shirt. James licked his lips again. Kirk’s heart was hammering. A quick glance told him that Kirk was enjoying this. His hard cock was stretching his wet black jeans.

Kirk bit down on his lip to keep a moan from escaping as those long fingers touched him. They burned a path across his face, down his chest, over a nipple, making him shudder and any hope of him hiding his erection was gone with his T-shirt plastered to him like this. He stared up at James, wondering where that delicious finger was going to go next. Kirk shuddered as it started a lazy path down his abs, tracing along the line of his jeans, then down and over the outline of his hard cock, the small moan escaping him despite his best efforts.

“Like that, do you?” James whispered, leaning close to whisper in Kirk’s ear, feeling the smaller guitarist shudder against the shower wall. “Want me to touch you properly? Press my hand against your cock and rub, slowly, not enough to make you come, but enough to tease, give you that friction you want so badly?”

A whine of a moan escaped him. Fuck. James was almost pressed against him, his hot breath in his ear, making his entire fucking body shudder and turn him on all at once. His words were fucking hot and amazing and he couldn’t resist it. “Yes...” He whispered, his hips bucking to get that brief instant of friction before James pulled away.

“I can’t hear you.” James said, his voice lowering to a growl as he took a step closer, pinning Kirk to the wall. He leaned close and let his tongue tease the shell of Kirk’s ear. James sucked the lobe of his ear into his mouth and nibbled on it, hearing the gasp that escaped Kirk immediately turn into a loud moan.

Kirk swore. “James, fuck, touch me please!” He begged, his hips bucking up, begging for the friction that he wanted, needed. God, he wanted out of these fucking clothes, to be pressed against that golden body, touch him as well, determined to drive him wild until James would fuck him, without care, just claim him.

Kirk’s surrender was as delicious as the rest of him. “Fine.” He growled out and did exactly what the brunette wanted. James pulled his hand away, ignoring the whimper that escaped Kirk and pressed his thigh between Kirk’s, watching those fucking sensual hips buck and rub against him. James licked his lips and leaned down to whisper in his ear, pushing his hair aside to do so. “Bet you fucking love this, grinding against my leg like this. Bet you want more, don’t you Kirk? Want more?” James bit down on the shell of his ear, smirking when Kirk whimpered again.
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“Y-Yes!” Kirk said, pressing against James. God that leg between his was fucking delicious and the friction and the rubbing was driving him wild and he wanted more, harder and faster, needed more. He wanted skin. Fuck, he needed to be skin to skin with James. “Take the fucking clothes off already James!” Kirk ordered, his voice impatient.

Now it was James’ turn to growl. He ripped off his own shirt and made quick work of Kirk’s, tearing it off of him and then pressing closer, leaning in to speak against his lips, his barely touching those plump ones he wanted to devour. “Tell me what you want Kirk. Spell it out for me. I want to hear you say it to me.”

A whimper escaped him as he stared into those blue eyes that were bright with lust and need. God, James was more fucking beautiful than he could have ever imagined. Especially like this, shirtless, soaking wet, hard, staring at him, wanting him, wanting to hear him say what he wanted, totally and completely in control. Kirk shivered again. “Fuck me.” He said softly, proud that his voice didn’t stutter over the words.

“Louder.” James’ growl was lower, more possessive. He stared at Kirk, into his eyes, not letting him escape now. His hands dropped to Kirk’s hips and pulled him closer, tighter against him, guiding the brunette to grind and rub against his leg. “Say it louder Kirk.” James made sure to growl out the guitarists’ name, wanting to see the delicious reaction he was sure to get.

Kirk stared at James, his eyes fluttering as he moaned and rubbed even more eagerly against James. He was going to explode, burst, just from this. “Fuck me James! Fuck, please...fuck me.” He begged again, bucking against him even more eagerly. He was so close. So close. “Fuck, James, it’s too much, fuck!” Kirk swore, bucking under him, rubbing harder against him. His fingers dug into James’ waist, pulling the blonde closer, grinding against him, his orgasm just there, beyond his reach.

His blue eyes devoured the sight of Kirk like this, moaning and bucking his hips up and against him. James licked his lips. God. He had thought Kirk was delicious before? Nothing compared to this sight, his cheeks flushed and his eyes glazed over in passion, his chest bare and dripping and his hard cock grinding, wanting, needing more from him. James could feel Kirk was close to the edge, that he was going to fly over any moment now, his body was bucking, shuddering under him.

James leaned close to Kirk again, not kissing him, knows that once he does, he’s never gonna wanna fucking stop. “Gonna come for me Kirk?” His hands tightened on Kirk’s hips, rocking his thigh back against Kirk, loving the arch and moan that escapes him. “I think you need to come for me...then I’m going to rip your pants down and fuck you senseless.” James watched Kirk arch and moan, his cock throbbing against his leg.

God, James fucking moaning to him like that, asking if he was going to come, then almost ordering him to made him shudder, his hips moving frantically. He was close, so fucking close. Kirk licked his lips, his orgasm building and twisting in his stomach until it finally exploded, his cock pressing tightly against that fucking strong leg, throbbing as he came for forever. “FUCK! James!” Kirk dragged his name out in a long moan as he became boneless, slumping back against the wall, the haze of his orgasm licking over him and surrounding him.

James licked his lips and stared at Kirk as he came, that mouth falling open, his eyes wide and his whole body trembling in his arms. Fuck, Kirk was fucking gorgeous. That was a sight he needed to see a few thousand more times. “Mmmm....now there’s an idea that we do need to get to work on. Where the fuck is that condom you always keep in your pocket?” James muttered, reaching down and digging his fingers into Kirk’s tight pockets. “Fuck, could these jeans be any fucking tighter on you?” He growled, finally finding what he wanted and yanking it out.

“Y-yeah, they could.” Kirk said, blinking slowly up at James as he focused and came down from his orgasm-induced haze. “They could be like Lars’ skinny jeans.” He added, licking his lips and grinning a little bit up at James. “Hug every single curve and muscle of my ass and legs...” Kirk watched James’ eyes darken in lust and decided that he would need to borrow a pair of these pants. And see how long it took James to jump him.

Growling, James unbuttoned and unzipped Kirk’s pants, yanking them down his thighs and hips, leaning close to nuzzle his belly button. “You do that, you’d better bring a pack of fucking condoms. You’ll be on my dick all night.” James threatened, shifting to let Kirk slip out of his pants and kick them against the wall. He unzipped his and tugged them off, tossing them in the corner, catching the sight of Kirk staring at him, his brown eyes once again glazed with lust.

“And that’s a problem why?” Kirk asked, raising an eyebrow to look at James. Fuck, James was hot, beautiful, fucking delicious and he wanted to devour him. He licked his lips slowly and took a step towards James, the water from the shower raining down on both of them, no longer cold, instead steaming hot. “Sounds like a fucking damn good time James.” Kirk said, licking his lips, feeling James’ eyes follow the motion before he took another step in front of James and dropped to his knees. He heard that delicious little gasp escape James and glanced up to see wide eyes staring at him. “So does this actually.” Kirk purred out and wrapped a hand around James’ cock and started to stroke him.

Fuck, he hadn’t meant to let Kirk turn the fucking tables on him! God, but those lips, they were slow close to the tip of his cock, to doing something he had only fantasized about. “Then wear a pair of those fucking pants around and see what happens.” James growled out, reaching out to tangled his fingers in that curly hair, pulling Kirk closer. “You won’t be able to sit down for the next fucking week.” He added, gasping as Kirk sucked the tip of his cock into his mouth. “Nnnn...fuck...”

Kirk chuckled, he couldn’t help it. “Promises, promises. That’s one I certainly hope that you keep.” He purred out, sucking on the tip of James’ cock. He teased his tongue along the slit, teasing and tormenting him, staring up at the singer as he moaned and arched. Fuck. How many times had he dreamed about this, about the sight, the taste of James on his tongue like this? He swallowed him again, licking his tongue along the tip, loving how James moaned and gasped before swallowing as much as he could. His hand covered what his lips could not as he sucked and bobbed his head eagerly over James.

“Kirk...fuck...more.” James demanded, his fingers still clenched in those dark curls. It was hard not to buck into that fucking delicious mouth, those lips he still hadn’t fucking tasted, groaning when tugged away from him and blew on the tip of his cock, making him arch and groan loudly. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.”

Pulling away he licked his lips again, loving how James was riveted to the sight and unable to look away from him. “You told me later. I’m just getting you ready. Give me your fingers.” Kirk ordered, picking up James’ hand and sucking three of his fingers into his mouth, swallowing them whole, bobbing his head up and down. He nipped on the pads of his fingers, listening to the beautiful sound of James moaning as he teased and tormented those fingers. His hand stroked James slowly in time with the movements of his mouth, feeling his cock jump in his hand as he worked James, not trying to get him to come, but just to drive him fucking wild with lust.

Forget what he had fucking thought two minutes ago. Kirk could take control any fucking time he wanted. Aaaaaaany time he wanted. Especially if those fucking delicious lips ended up wrapped around his cock every single fucking time. “Fuck...Kirk...” James muttered, watching Kirk swallow his fingers enthusiastically. When he pulled away with a small pop and stood up, James nearly growled again. Until Kirk turned and presented his ass. Bent over just enough to be the perfect fucking height. Fuuuuuuck. All bets were off. Fuck. Kirk was his.

“Put the condom on and hurry the fuck up in prepping me.” Kirk ordered, looking over his shoulder at James. He licked his lips. Fuck. Tall, golden, blonde, a god and fucking hard for him. Fuck. When did he get so fucking lucky? Kirk licked his lips and wiggled his ass, spreading his legs, watching the red flush spread across James’ cheeks. “Hurry. The fuck. Up. James!” Kirk ordered again, watching James stumble forward finally. Fuck, there we go. Wiggling his hips back as James abruptly shoved two fingers into him, he forced himself to exhale and relax.

James leaned closer, pressing himself against Kirk’s back, his fingers stretching him and doing it damn fucking fast. “You know...you’re pretty damn fucking hot when you order me around Kirk.” He panted against Kirk’s shoulder, kissing the area then biting it, watching the skin purple as he sucked and nibbled his way across that delicious collarbone. “You should do it more often.” He purred, reaching Kirk’s neck and latching on to a piece of skin there, sucking and biting again.

His knees nearly buckled when James started biting and sucking on his neck. Fuck, how had the singer known he loved to be bit like that? Kirk tried to clear the haze of his mind and focus, but goddamnit James was making it fucking hard. “H-here’s another order. Fuck me. Now!” He panted out, arching his hips back, he was ready for James, the blonde just needed to hurry the fuck up! Glancing behind him, he watched James tug the condom over his hard cock, his mouth watering at the sight. Damn, he wanted another taste of that cock, feel James come in his mouth, explode, watch him as he came...next time. That would be next time.

Fumbling with the condom, he finally managed to get himself covered and positioned himself right, starting to press into Kirk, panting loudly against his neck. Fuck, Kirk was so fucking hot and tight. “Goddamnit, fucking relax would you?!” James growled out, pressing in a little further.

“I’m sorry, you’re fucking big!” Kirk growled back at him, panting and closing his eyes. Fuck, he was being split open and James was finally starting to claim him to take him and make him his. He managed to exhale and James slide in another inch or two. Then more, then more still. What the fuck, did James have a fucking flagpole for a dick? No fucking way, he would have fucking noticed way sooner. “You all the way in?” He panted when James finally stopped.

James slid in one more inch and grunted. “Yes, you impatient little fuck.” He closed his eyes and leaned down to kiss and suck and nibble at Kirk’s shoulder, sucking and leaving more marks, branding Kirk as his. If Kirk was so impatient...he pulled out slowly and then pressed back in, catching the delicious little hiss that escaped the other guitarist. “Now you made me fucking impatient and you get to pay the price.” James slid out and repeated the slow thrust, feeling Kirk’s body shudder underneath him. He started slow, moving in and out of the guitarist, driving him wild, determined to do so.

Kirk wanted to know exactly when James had become a fucking controlling, hot fucking dirty talker, but god he needed to hear more of it, cause fuck he was so turned on, and all he wanted, needed, was going crazy for was more. “Fuck, just give me more James, it’s so fucking good, ahh!” He arched, pushing back on James, his body eager for more. He was burning, on fucking fire, all because of James. Kirk spread his legs wider, wanting James closer, pressed against his entire back.

Kirk sure as fuck knew how to turn someone on with all of those delicious little moans and gasps and whispers begging for more. Reaching around Kirk, his fingers found both of his nipples and teased around them, feeling them harden as he started to move faster, in and out of Kirk, the sound of their wet bodies slapping together filling the shower. He watched Kirk moan and arch again, making sure to tease him further, pinching both of his nipples, savoring the deep half groan, half growl that escaped the guitarist. Fuck, he was fucking hot. James trailed his fingers lower and teased them across Kirk’s stomach, hearing him gasp and tense. He stopped just before reaching Kirk’s cock and purred in his ear. “Tell me how much you want me to touch you. To fuck you and make you come Kirk. Tell me.” James ordered, slowing his pace until he was barely moving in and out of him, teasing him.

He whimpered. “Fuck...James...”

“Yes, we’re doing that.” James gave a forceful thrust into him, watching the way he arched back, those heavy curls falling over his shoulder. “What else do you want? Do you want me to touch you? Go faster? Deeper? Harder?” He made sure to punctuate each word with a swift thrust into him, Kirk’s moans music to his ears.

He wasn’t sure he was capable of speaking in coherent sentences any longer. Kirk had lost that ability the instant James had started touching him again. And whispering fucking hot shit in his goddamn fucking ear. “Yes...all of that.” Kirk panted out, bracing himself against the wall as James started to move faster inside him again, moaning loudly as one of those large hands wrapped around his cock and started to stroke, started to tease him. “Ahh! James! Fuck! Yes, more, fuck...” He drew in a heavy breath, pushing himself back against every thrust, wanting more, fucking needing it.

God, Kirk was fucking insatiable, begging for more like a little slut like that. James drove into him harder, changing the angle to see if he could make Kirk scream. Fuck, he was already so fucking close, but he had to get Kirk off first again, watch him reach orgasm, watch him scream and moan and fall limp in his arms. “That’s it baby. Scream for me. Scream.” James growled out, biting down on Kirk’s shoulder again, sucking at the skin, claiming him again and again.

Kirk couldn’t have stopped the orgasm that was racing through him like fire anymore than he could have stopped the scream that was ripped from his throat as James slammed into his prostate. He thrashed, shoving himself back hard against James as he rode out his orgasm, his whole body throbbing in time with his heartbeat. James’ hand was still milking him, still stroking him and making him shudder when he felt the singer growl out a moan behind him and then that delicious cock inside him was pulsing, coming hard and forever. Thank god for those strong fucking arms around his waist because without them he would have collapsed.

“F-fuck...James...” Kirk panted.

James swatted at his thigh lightly. “Nu-uh. Need reload time. And a nap. We just did that.” He pulled his body away from Kirk slowly and disposed of the condom, watching Kirk slump against the wall. Blinking sleepy eyes, he wrapped his arms around Kirk again and dragged him under the steaming water to rinse off. “C’mere. You’re covered in come.”

Looking up at James, he raised an eyebrow. “And who’s...fucking fault is that?” Kirk said, his grin bordering on a laugh. He turned around and wrapped his arms around James shoulders, and leaned closer to him. “You, that’s fucking who.” He accused, still smiling, still laughing.

Laughing, James leaned down and did what he had wanted to do since they had stepped into the shower. He kissed Kirk, sucking, nibbling, kissing and devouring those delicious lips until his head was spinning with the need for air as Kirk pulled back and stared at him. James could not tear his eyes away from those delicious plush lips, had to devour them again and again and did just that. He could have spent a lifetime just kissing Kirk and only pulled away to the sound of the shower turning off.

Kirk blinked up at James, in a daze, his head still spinning. Holy shitfuck James Hetfield could kiss. Goddamn he could kiss. He’d like a few thousand more of those kisses please and thank you with a fucking bow on top. “James?” He asked, wondering why James had stopped.

“The showers have stopped.” James said, his head up and alert for the sound of anyone else coming near their little hideaway. Or fuckaway. He started to snicker and looked down at the brunette, seeing the dazed look in his eyes and his freshly swollen kissable lips. “Come on, we should get out of here.” James whispered, turning and blinking at the sight of two fresh robes folded and on the floor. He picked them up, confused and looked at the note. “Thanks for the show? What the fuck?!” James immediately threw his robe on and started looking around for whoever had left them the robes. Sick fucker, getting off on the two of them fucking around. Reaching out, he grabbed Kirk’s hand and wrapped the other guitarist in his own robe. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

Smiling, Kirk nodded as James took his hand and led him out of the showers. He was almost positive that he heard a snicker as they left the shower area, but he was distracted when James grinned back at him and squeezed his hand.



“Are they gone?” A voice whispered, followed by a slow sucking noise and a muffled groan.

“Y-yeah, I think so...fuck....ahh!”

“Keep your fucking voice down Lars. Want to get caught like they did?” The voice chastised and then chuckled. “Not that you’d mind, my little voyeur. You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?” More sucking noises, more moans from Lars.

“Aaaah...y-yeah....oh...right there, fuck....” Lars panted, glancing around the room again nervously to make sure that James and Kirk were really gone. “Please...more...fuck...Cliff it’s so good...ahh!” He clenched his eyes shut, his fingers tangled in long thick hair.

Cliff’s voice came again, a dark chuckle escaping. “That’s what you get for jerking off to the sight of them fucking in the shower.” He zipped up Lars’ pants over his hard cock, not letting him have the satisfaction of coming and left the showers as well. “Come on my little pet. Let’s get you home.” Cliff purred, smirking as he watched Lars shiver and press closer to him. He kept an eye on the door and waited until James and Kirk snuck out and to their car before he dragged Lars out to his VW and took him home for a proper fucking ravishing. He deserved it after that little show.
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:drool :drool :drool

I already drooled over it, but it was nine to reread it and get all... well, horny. Thanks!
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:drool :drool :drool

I already drooled over it, but it was nine to reread it and get all... well, horny. Thanks!

I'm glad that you liked it! (^_~ And that apparently James and Kirk push your buttons.) I'm gonna go put up the sequel in one second!! <3 :excited :excited
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olyamet
Mar 6 2011, 02:17 AM
:drool  :drool  :drool

I already drooled over it, but it was nine to reread it and get all... well, horny. Thanks!

I'm glad that you liked it! (^_~ And that apparently James and Kirk push your buttons.) I'm gonna go put up the sequel in one second!! <3 :excited :excited

My buttons are: J/K, J/C, J/J :drool :drool :drool
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I will be putting up more JamesxKirk, don't worry. I am a bigger JamesxLars fan, not gonna lie, so some of that stuff will end up on here too. :)

I'll write just about any pairing. xD JamesxCliff is gonna be in the third sequel, cause...uh...James is gonna get taught how to Dom properly BY Cliff....so there will be James being dommed by Cliff. :D :excited
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