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"Come on, just try it," James said to Lars. "Change the lick just a touch and the beat'll go into everyone's bones."
"You think you know more than I do about drumming," Lars said, on a tear that James still hadn't figured out the origin of. And he was getting sick of it. He had had enough drama queen behaviour in rehab. Not his own of course.
"Just try it," James repeated. "I'll... make it worth your while. What've you got to lose? It doesn't work, we go back to doing the other way. It works? We have a new lick."
"It's not a lick when it comes to drums," Lars groused and he started to tap on the drums.
James picked up his guitar and didn't say a word when the transition with his suggestion was smoother than they'd ever made. The song continued until it was done and James gave Lars a grin. "So?"
"Yeah, yeah, you were right," Lars nodded. "Why are you always right? It's fucking annoying."
"I'm not always right, Lars. You know I've made mistakes," James said. He could see Lars quivering with pent up energy. "Want to try some more?" Drumming was one of the few things that calmed him down.
Lars nodded and started something new. James rolled with it, picking out the chords. They swirled over and around the room, and James could feel the effect playing with Lars always had on him.
They would find small corners of privacy. A hastily locked dressing room. A corner in a shared bus - being very silent. An empty for the afternoon house. Places in HQ that worked. But it had been a while. James had never been a patient man. About halfway through the fifth song, James tossed his guitar aside. "Stop," he growled, eyes hooded and dark with lust.
Lars stopped. Put his sticks aside and came out from behind the drums. He leaned up, pressing his lips to James'. "You want it?" He wriggled against James. "You want this? Now?"
"Fucking tease," James rumbled and he lifted Lars off his feet, kissing him hard. The kisses deepened. James bucked his hips so Lars could feel how hard he was.
And Kirk walked in.
James didn't have the mental faculties to greet Kirk, so he stalked out, relying on Lars to smooth things over. He hoped it wouldn't take too long. His need wasn't decreasing a bit.
It felt like hours later to James, but Lars came out. "He's good, just asked again not to see it," Lars chuckled, rubbing a sinful hand over the front of James' jeans. "How about we go somewhere we can lock the damn door and I take care of this, huh?"
James groaned and nodded. "Mouth. Want your mouth..."
"Whatever you want," Lars led him to his room. "Just lay back and let me make you feel good..." he fumbled with James' jeans. "Why you have to wear these so damn tight, makes it hard to get them off when you're hard," he said, blowing over James' cock when he finally got them down.
"Makes it worth it," James said. "Friction makes it hotter," he said. "Oh fuck yeah..." Lars was stroking his thick cock. "Use that whore's mouth, come on," James commanded.
"Be patient," Lars replied. "I'm having fun here..." he stroked James' balls gently and teased his perineum.
James bucked on the bed, shouting. "Gonna make me come, dammit!"
"Oh like you wouldn't get hard again doing me," Lars kept stroking and he leaned over, adding his mouth finally, sucking on the head, mouth wide around it.
"Oh fuck, oh yeah," James almost slammed his hips into the bed. "Don't stop... fuck don't stop!"
Lars didn't stop. He did slow right down, though. Just a shade above teasing in his rhythm.
James groaned and was tempted to grab Lars' hair and slam into his mouth. But just before he did, Lars started bobbing his head, taking more and more of his cock, swallowing him down slow and careful, the way James loved him to do it, and then he got his tongue working, scraping over the underside, and started to play with James' balls again. A slight pressure on James' perineum and he was coming, with a shout, pouring into Lars' mouth.
Lars swallowed it all down, and eased off when he knew James would be too sensitive to stand more.
"Fuck that's good," James groaned, laying back. "Something I can do for you?"
"Maybe," Lars started by stripping. James loved the compactness of Lars' body.
"You're hot," he said, touching Lars' hip bones. Then his hand closed around Lars' hard cock. "Close?" he asked, fingers squeezing, feeling the throb. "Gonna come?"
"Soon..." Lars thrust into the touch. "Really soon..."
That of course was James' cue to ease off. "Not until I let you, you mean..." the pressure almost non-existent.
"And you call me a tease," Lars huffed. "You wrote the damn book on it."
"Star pupil, huh?" James increased the pressure just slightly. "Know how to get to me like I get to you?"
"Something like that... mmmm, god, more," Lars pleaded.
James was just about ready to stop the teasing, and he added to it by sliding a finger deep inside Lars as he squeezed and stroked his cock.
"That's good," Lars tightened around the finger. "Really good..." His cock was so hard, James knew he was close. One quick trigger of Lars' prostate with his finger and James could've written the steps to his orgasm, the tightening of his ass, the final swell and spill of his cock, the soft moans becoming louder as Lars fell over the edge and came hard.
"So pretty when you come," James said as he caught Lars and they lay together. They exchanged lazy kisses and touches, knowing this time was going to be over too soon.
It was James who looked at his watch. "Rehearsal in ten minutes... just time to clean up."
Lars nodded, reluctant to get up.
"Then tonight, I fuck that ass of yours until you can't stand up," James promised, with a kiss.
That got Lars up. The sooner rehearsal was over, the sooner he could beg James to keep that promise.
END.
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