Written by Joanne for Trin for the 2011 xmas_rocks exchange
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"Convince me," Cliff drawled. "Tell me what you can offer me to join your band."
Lars chuckled. The other man had no idea how many of his fantasies had started that way. But of course he couldn't offer that as a reason. Maybe after he'd convinced the other man. He laid out the ideas and business plan, very serious, and after some back and forth, and him compromising where he could live with it, and doubtless the other man doing the same, they reached an agreement. "James might need convincing on a few of these, but you can handle that," Lars teased. "I get the feeling you can handle anything you put your mind to." "I can, and don't think I haven't noticed the signals you've been sending," Cliff said, sipping on the celebratory drink Lars had made him. "I also approve that you kept the offer you were so clearly dying to make out of the negotiations. Enough that you can offer it now." Lars swallowed. It was one thing to want it - and of course he did - and quite another to know that Cliff wanted him to offer it. He had had so many fantasies about this man, about him pinning him to a mattress and fucking the hell out of him, about wrapping his lips around Cliff's cock, about being taken and possessed by the gorgeously muscular man. Lars was short, and he wasn't exactly submissive, but he loved the idea of someone like Cliff fucking the hell out of him. "Unless of course I read things wrong," Cliff said, neutrally. "It doesn't make a difference." "You didn't," Lars said. "Not at all. I want..." he trailed off. "Tell me what you want," the tone was commanding. Clearly Cliff Burton knew how to take charge. "A bed," Lars began, softly at first. "You fucking me through the mattress. Sucking your cock... other things. But mostly you fucking the hell out of me. If you're into it, I'd fuck you too, whatever was good. But the first time we fuck? I want your cock so deep in me I think it's gonna come out my throat." Cliff groaned at that. "Lucky you didn't say that in public or I wouldn't be responsible," he said. He got up and Lars could see the outline of his thick cock in his tight pants. Fuck. He swallowed again. "Where's the bed?" Cliff asked. "This way," Lars led him to the bedroom, stopping only because Cliff decided to kiss the hell out of him and he groaned into the other man's mouth, rubbing needfully against him, his own cock feeling like it was going to burst. "Needy little whore, aren't you?" Cliff asked, rhetorically. "Going to enjoy putting you through your paces." He got them to the bedroom, half-carrying Lars in his impatience, and started stripping Lars. "Lucky I like needy whores," and he knelt on the floor, his mouth engulfing Lars' cock. All Lars could do was sit there and enjoy the most amazing blow job he'd ever experienced, Cliff's mouth was fucking sinful and hot as hell, and he was already so damn turned on he didn't know how he didn't just come right away. It didn't take as long as he'd have liked before he was arching up, come spurting down Cliff's throat, but it was better than immediately. Laying back on the bed after, Lars groaned. "Fuck." "Not yet, you can catch your breath," Cliff teased. "Do you want that? Fucking? Or my mouth?" Lars asked after a moment. "I can wait to fuck you. Not long, but I can handle waiting," Cliff said, and he was undressing as he spoke. Lars couldn't help the gasp as he saw Cliff's bare cock. It was even bigger than it had looked in his pants. "Scared?" Cliff asked, frowning slightly. "Wishing I was already hard again so I could have that inside me," Lars replied. "Fuck. You're so big and hot." "Well thank you," Cliff said, climbing onto the bed and kissing Lars again. "It'll happen soon enough, don't be so impatient." "Would I be being impatient if I asked if it could happen more than once?" Lars asked. "I mean, long nights on tour, it might be nice not to have to pick up a groupie all the time..." "No, not impatient and it's been enough for me to answer yes," Cliff said. "No commitment, if we find something else we want that's all good, but as long as we're both free, it's an option?" Lars nodded. "Sounds just what I was looking for," he said and reached to stroke Cliff's cock. "I want this in me, mouth or ass, and soon," he said, a little demandingly. "I like pushy bottoms," Cliff said, with a chuckle. "Got lube somewhere?" Lars reached for his pants. 'Never hurts to be prepared - if nothing else I use it to jerk off," he said by way of explanation. Cliff nodded and took it from him, rolling him over gently with one arm, and dripping lube over his hole before sliding a finger in to spread it around. Lars arched and moaned when Cliff got his prostate and pushed back, eager to be filled. "Fuck, yes, you're so fucking good," he gasped out. "Stretch me more, open me up so I can take that big, hard cock..." "Hold onto the headboard," Cliff said once he had stretched Lars far enough, and Lars did so, holding his breath as he was breached by Cliff's cock. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chanted, Cliff was huge and he could feel every part of him. It felt amazing, though, and he relaxed, taking Cliff in more and more, groaning deeply as he felt Cliff's balls against him. "Fuck, that's all of you..." he sighed. "Don't think I've ever taken one as big." "You feel good," Cliff said. "Ready for me to move?" Lars hadn't thought he could possibly feel any more pleasure. He was so wrong, Cliff's cock sawing in and out of him, triggering his prostate, he was so hard, again, and he knew he wouldn't last long. "Another time," Cliff growled out, his hand on Lars' cock as he fucked him, "I'll put a cock ring on you and make you wait until I'm ready. But you've already got me so turned on, I won't make you wait." Lars wanted it, he wanted anything Cliff wanted from him, and he just nodded. "Anything. Everything. Just don't ever stop fucking me!" he gasped out. "I don't plan to, you have such a lovely little ass," Cliff said. "Might even let you into mine," he said, offhandedly. "You'll have to learn to beg for that." Lars figured he could, and he pushed back as far as their positions allowed, taking as much of Cliff into him as he could. "So close... god, Cliff!" "Come, then, and I'll come inside you," Cliff said. "Fill you up and make you feel amazing." Lars didn't need a second invitation, and he felt his body tense before he came all over the bed, groaning. It wasn't more than a moment later that he felt Cliff jerk and felt come filling him up inside as he groaned, hands still on the headboard. Cliff pulled out gently and reached up to press his hands over Lars'. "You can let go now," he said, sounding amused. Lars did, and collapsed against the bed, not caring that he was falling into his own come, too tired to care about it. "We'll clean up later," he said. "Just need to rest now." "Whatever you say," Cliff nodded. "I think you can convince me of most things." He curled up around Lars. Not that they were cuddling. Cliff just happened to be behind him. That was what Lars told himself, at least. They didn't have long enough together, but Lars and Cliff were together, on and off, until Cliff's death. They got around to admitting it was a little more than warm bodies at some point, but that's another story.
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