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August 30, 1989, Seattle, WA, USA
You heard the roar of the crowd as Metallica bid the fans at the show goodnight, having just finished performing their last encore of the night. Standing off to the side, you met James Hetfield halfway as he made his way off stage.
“You did so good tonight!” You spoke loud enough for James to hear as he handed you his guitar.
“Thanks,” James said with that cute grin of his, wiping the sweat from his face as he looked over at you. “Are you gonna join us at the hotel later for some beer and pizza?”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you answered as you cut the strings off of his guitar so you could restring it after you were done cleaning it.
“Cool. We’re probably gonna hang out in my room. It’s 508. You might have t'knock loud, but we’ll be there,” James answered, placing his hand on your shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze before making his way backstage.
You gave the other three guys a smile and a wave before starting to clean James’s guitar.
You see, you were James Hetfield’s main guitar tech. You had been for a couple years at this point. You heard about the job right after you had graduated college with a music degree. You’d even been in your own band for a little while in high school. Since you knew guitars like the back of your hand, Metallica had decided to bring you on as a guitar tech. You did your job so well that you had been promoted to James’s main guitar tech after his last one had left.
More importantly, you got along well with the band, especially James. They all thought you were super chill and fun to hang out with. That’s why they always invited you up to wherever hotel room they were going to party in after their shows.
You’re not sure when your feelings for James developed, though. Who could blame you? James was a kind, caring, good man. He was quiet sometimes, just like you were. You loved having deep conversations with him late at night after everyone had fallen asleep. His sense of humor was fantastic as well. You both just loved to make each other laugh at any moment you could. On top of that, he was also extremely handsome. All you knew was that you cared for him deeply, maybe you even loved him.
There was no way he could ever feel the same way about you as you did about him. Then again, you sometimes didn't know what he was feeling at all, as James rarely ever opened up to anyone. You knew it was hard for him to do so because of Cliff's death. You treasured the moments when he did open up to you, though. You made sure he always knew that he could talk to you about anything, at any time, and there would be no judgement from you.
You shook your head as you finished cleaning James’s guitar. There would be time to think about things like this later. For now, you had a job to do. You restrung James’s guitar and made sure it was in tune before putting it back into its case and loading it onto the truck. Once that was done, you grabbed your things and caught a ride to the hotel with one of the other techs.
When you got to the hotel, you made your way to your room, which you had checked into the night before the show. You changed out of the clothes you normally wore when you were doing your job and into something a bit more you. You did a quick once over in the mirror just to make sure your eyeliner was still alright before heading out of your room and taking the elevator up to the room where James had said he and the boys would be.
Once you made your way to the room, you heard people in there laughing, being loud, and playing music. You knew there would probably be at least a couple of noise complaints that night.
Finally, you knocked firmly on the door, making sure people could hear.
It was Kirk who opened the door with a loud cry of your name, throwing his arm over your shoulder as he guided you into the room, “Hey! Glad you’re here! There’s pizza on the counter and beer in the fridge!”
“Thanks, Kirk,” you said with a grin, bumping your hip against his affectionately before heading over to the counter and grabbing a slice of pizza and a beer from the fridge.
Looking around the room, you saw that there were a few fans and groupies in the room, along with the Metallica guys, of course. You also saw James standing and chatting to a tall, gorgeous blonde woman while holding a beer. You couldn’t help but feel a little bit jealous as you could tell that the blonde was totally into James. You guessed that she was probably some groupie. But when James noticed you, though, he completely turned his attention to you, smiling before he made his way over to you.
“Hey,” James said with another smile. “I’m glad you could make it.”
“Thanks for inviting me,” you said, feeling your cheeks light up in a faint blush before you took a bite of your pizza and a swig of your beer.
“I’d be stupid not to,” James answered, leaning against the counter.
“You’re just saying that because I take extra good care of your guitars,” you joked, once again feeling your cheeks heat up.
James laughed at that, “Come on, you know that’s not true.”
You gave James a quick once over, seeing that he was wearing his usual get up of black jeans, a black t-shirt, black boots, and his favorite black leather jacket. You also noticed the multiple silver rings on his fingers and his wolf pendant along with the dangly earring in one ear. The sides of his head had also been recently shaved, but he had his hair down so it wasn’t too easy to notice. He also had his recently pierced nose ring in. That had been a spur of the moment decision after the Grammy back in February. It was such a good look on him, though.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to either you or James, the rest of the Metallica boys had stopped what they were doing so they could watch the two of you. They all knew how much James liked you and were wondering when James would finally make a move on you. Luckily for the both of you, though, they had a plan to get you two together. The three nodded at each other, confirming it was time to execute operation: get James and you together.
“Hey, we’re playing 7 minutes in Heaven now!” Lars shouted into the room, loud enough for everyone to hear.
Both you and James turned to look at Lars before looking back at each other with a shrug. It had been a while since you last played a fun game like that anyways. What was the harm in doing so?
“Good luck. I hope you get someone cute,” you said before finishing your pizza and taking another swig of beer.
“Yeah, you too,” James replied in a tense voice.
You arched your eyebrow in response, but decided not to press further as the game was about to start.
Everyone sat down in a circle on the floor, making you feel like you were a teenager again, which made you grin.
“Alright,” Jason said, getting everyone’s attention. He said your name first before continuing, “James, you go with her.”
You blushed furiously, taking another swig of your beer before looking over at James, who was just as red as you were. Any other time you might have found the fact that James was blushing to be cute, but certainly not now. You forced a smile as you stood up after James did, nodding your head towards the bathroom as there wasn’t a closet big enough for the two of you. The two of you made your way into the bathroom, the door shutting behind you.
There was silence for a few seconds before you finally spoke, “We don’t have to do anything. We can just sit in here the entire time.”
“Uh huh,” James said in a dismissive tone.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know Jason would pair us together,” You answered, trying to get James to feel better.
Although, his tone of voice hurt your feelings. Were you really that undesirable?
“‘S fine. Not your fault,” James answered.
The two of you stood there for a minute before you hopped up on to the bathroom counter, chewing on your bottom lip for a moment. Now was the time to tell James about how you felt about him, regardless of the outcome. When else were you two going to have a moment alone?
“James,” you started, worrying your bottom lip some more. “I know this will probably fuck up our friendship, but I feel like you should know. I . . . really like you . . . as more than a friend.”
James’s eyes widened for a moment before he breathed out a sigh of relief, “Oh, thank fuck. I’ve been trying to figure out how to ask you out for months.”
You had to stifle a gasp at that, “Really? I thought you didn’t like me like that.”
“Of course I do! You’re everything I could ask for and more,” James admitted, his cheeks flushing a faint pink.
“You are, too,” you responded with a small, but sincere smile.
James came to stand in front of you, placing his hands on the counter on either side of your thighs as he leant over you a bit.
“Can I kiss you?” James asked in a hushed tone, eyes flicking down to stare at your lips.
“Yes,” you said with a nod.
James’s blue eyes met yours again before one of his hands came up to cup your cheek while the other one rested on your hip. He gave you a tiny smile before he leaned in and captured your lips in a deep kiss. Your arms wrapped around James’s neck as you happily kissed him back, eyes closing as you did so. Your legs parted, allowing James to get closer to you as he leaned over you more. You felt James run his tongue along your bottom lip, to which you obliged, parting your lips slightly to allow him entrance to your mouth. His tongue skillfully caressed yours, making you moan quietly.
James finally pulled back with a grin, resting his forehead against yours, “That good, huh?”
You laughed at that, pecking his lips once more, “I don’t think anyone has ever kissed me like that before. I hope it was good for you, too.”
James gave you another grin, “I wanna do that a lot more. In fact, I think I’ll do it again now.”
You gave another laugh that was quickly swallowed by James lips as he kissed you again with the same amount of passion as before.
All of the sudden, the door burst open, revealing Kirk, Lars and Jason, making you and James jump and pull back from the kiss.
“Way to go!” Shouted Lars.
“I knew it!” Shouted Jason.
“Finally!” Shouted Kirk.
“Fuck off,” James said, flipping the guys off.
You snorted at that before flipping the guys off as well.
Kirk grinned at you both, “Don’t worry, we’re gonna distract everyone so you two can go have some more alone time.”
“Thanks,” you said, blushing heavily.
“Hey, everyone! Who wants to see how far I can stick this drumstick up my nose?!” Lars shouted, running back into the room with the other two guys as the room cheered loudly in response.
“Wanna head to my room?” You asked James.
James nodded in response, smiling at you and taking your hand in his as you two sneakily left the party.
The two of you quickly made your way to the elevator, not wanting to run into anyone in the hallway. You pressed the down button, calling the elevator up to the fifth floor. Thankfully, it arrived very quickly. Once the two of you were inside the elevator, you pressed the button for your floor, looking over at James, who gave you an almost shy smile in return. You smiled back at him, giving his hand a squeeze before the elevator arrived on your floor. When the elevator doors opened, you led James by the hand to your room, using your free hand to unlock the door.
Once the two of you were inside of your room, you let go of James’s hand.
“You can sit anywhere you’d like, just take your shoes off first,” you said, taking off your shoes.
James gave a nod, kicking off his shoes and taking his leather jacket off before hanging it up. Then, he sat down on the edge of the bed (which you had thankfully made that morning).
“C’mere, I wanna kiss you some more since we were interrupted before,” James said, his tone of voice lowering a bit as he held out a hand for you to take.
You bit down on your lower lip at James’s tone of voice, making your way over to him. Once you reached him, James gently guided you to straddle his lap, making you blush slightly.
“You’re so pretty, baby,” James said, his ring-clad hand coming up to cup your cheek while the other found your hip once more.
“You’re not too bad yourself, handsome,” you said with a playful wink.
James chuckled at that before kissing you deeply. One of your hands made its way into his blonde hair and you tugged ever so slightly, causing a deep rumble to sound from James’s chest. Once again, James’s tongue swept over your bottom lip, causing you to part your lips immediately to give him access. Your tongues danced together again as the hand that was cupping your cheek made its way to your other hip. You could feel James start to stir in his black jeans as your own ache started in between your thighs.
Pulling back from the kiss, James nosed your head to the side before starting to press open-mouthed kisses to your neck, making you moan his name quietly.
“Yeah? You like it when I kiss your neck, baby?” James asked, his voice now low and raspy before continuing to kiss your neck.
You bit down on your lower lip at James’s tone of voice and at his words, “Mmhmm.”
Now, you weren’t totally inexperienced when it came to acts in the bedroom, but you also weren’t an expert. You’d fooled around with a couple of guys in college, but that was the extent of your experience, and James knew that. You knew James was a lot more experienced in the bedroom than you were, but you trusted him to listen to your cues and read your body well. James wasn’t going to do anything you didn’t want him to, which was something you appreciated a lot.
James kissed your lips again, your mouth already open as he slid his tongue in again. His calloused hands slid underneath your shirt, squeezing your breasts through your bra before his fingers grabbed the bottom of your shirt. Breaking the kiss, James looked up at you, waiting for your approval so he could take your shirt off. When you nodded in response and lifted your arms, he slid the shirt up and off of you, tossing it carelessly to the floor before turning his attention to your bra-clad breasts. He licked the swell of your left breast over to the swell of your right breast. Then, he pressed open mouth kisses from the swell of your right breast to the swell of your left breast. You took James’s hand and placed it on the clasp of your bra, signaling that you wanted it off.
James took the hint and managed to unclasp your bra with only one hand, making you laugh, “I was wondering if you knew how to do that.”
“Just takes practice, is all,” James grinned at you before leaning up to give you another deep kiss.
You laughed into the kiss, hands coming up to cup James face.
“Hold onto me,” James said after pulling back from the kiss, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck before he stood up, turned around to face the bed, and laid you down on it before crawling on top of you.
James immediately situated his hips in between your thighs, allowing his full body weight to rest on top of you as his hands gripped your hips. His lips found yours again, and this time, the kiss seemed more desperate; like James was pouring all of what he couldn’t express he felt towards you into it. Your hands found the edge of James’s black t-shirt, tugging it up slightly to explain that you wanted it off of him. James broke the kiss, sitting back on his haunches and pulling off his shirt, then tossing it to the floor. You bit down on your bottom lip, a hand coming up to feel James’s abs and chest. He had just the right amount of chest hair.
The corner of James’s lips quirked up slightly as he felt your hand start to explore his torso. His hand covered yours before he brought it up to his lips, kissing the palm of your hand. James leaned over you, allowing his weight to rest on top of you once more.
You shivered at the feeling of James’s bare chest against yours, “You feel good.”
James grinned at that, “Yeah?”
You nodded, worrying your bottom lip, “Feels good to be close to you like this.”
“I like it, too,” James responded with a small smile in return.
James proceeded to take off his rings, one by one until they were all off and secure on the bedside table. He then took off his necklaces, making sure those wouldn’t fall off of the bedside table either.
Once he was done, James kissed you again, his hands finding your hips. It was like he couldn’t get enough of your kisses. And, if you were being honest, you didn’t mind one bit. The kisses moved from your lips to your neck once more as James began to grind his hips down against you. You leaned your head back and moaned at not only the feeling of James’s lips against your neck, but also the feeling of his hard erection through his jeans and yours. He then kissed a trail down to your left breast, flicking his tongue against your nipple as the rough fingers of his hand began to play with your right nipple.
“Your tits are gorgeous,” James breathed out huskily.
You let out a sound halfway between a laugh and a moan as James took your nipple into his mouth, tugging on the other one roughly. His free hand slid down your body until it reached the button of your jeans. He skillfully undid the button and zipper of your jeans with one hand, pulling back from your chest to slide your jeans and underwear off in one fell swoop. You lifted your hips in order to help as best you could. Once your jeans and underwear were off, James trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses from the center of your chest to your inner thighs. Sliding off the bed, James took the sight of you fully naked in as he slid off his jeans and boxers. You sat up, coming to sit at the edge of the bed, biting down on your bottom lip as you saw James’s hard cock for the first time.
You moved to kneel in front of James before he placed a hand on your shoulder, sitting you back down on the edge of the bed, “Tonight’s about you, not me. Now, lie back.”
You blushed slightly at that, appreciating how he wanted to put you first, “Alright, but I wanna go down on you next time.”
James grinned, “Fuck, baby, I can’t wait for that. Now, I told ya to lie back. Don’t make me spank you.”
You quickly laid back on the bed, not really wanting to get spanked (this time). James knelt down at the foot of the bed, pulling you until your ass rested at the edge of the bed. He then took your legs and hooked them over his shoulders.
“Fuck, baby,” James growled out before licking from your entrance to your clit, making you moan and tangle your fingers in his blond locks as he did so.
James let out another growl as he felt you tug on his hair, enjoying the slight sting of pain it caused him. He started sucking on your clit, running his tongue over it as he did so. You threw your head back with a moan, trying not to buck your hips in response to his actions. James pulled off of your clit before quickly flicking his tongue over it multiple times, his crystal blue eyes watching as your face contorted in pleasure. James brought his other hand up to your cunt, rubbing two fingers at your entrance before sliding them in, continuing to lick and suck your clit at the same time. You moaned as he began to thrust his fingers in and out of you, crooking them upwards as he pulled them out before thrusting back in. You could already feel that coil tightening in your lower stomach.
“God, you’re tight,” James rasped. “That feel good, baby?”
“Mmhmm,” you whined, biting down on your bottom lip as you made eye contact with him.
James continued to lick and suck your clit, thrusting his fingers into you until you felt that coil inside of you threaten to burst.
“James, please!” You begged, bucking your hips into his mouth wildly.
Just as you were feeling that coil start to snap, James pulled away with a wicked grin before he pushed you back up the bed until your head was resting on the pillows, crawling on top of you as he did so.
“James, that’s not fair!” You whined again, frustrated that he hadn’t made you cum.
“I know, baby, but I can’t wait any longer. I need to fuck you,” James panted, his tone of voice almost desperate.
“There are condoms in the bedside table,” you said while squirming, desperate to get more friction between your legs.
James settled his hips in between your thighs before leaning over and grabbing a condom from the drawer. Once he had the condom, he sat back on his haunches, tearing open the packet with urgency before rolling it onto his hard cock. He tossed the empty packet to the floor, too wound up to care where it fell.
Leaning back over you, James held himself up with one hand, using the other hand to tease your slit with his cock.
“Do you still want this?” He asked, making sure to look you in the eyes.
You saw the look of respect, admiration, and dare you say, love in James’s eyes, making you bring a hand up to cup his cheek.
“Yes, I want you so bad I can hardly breathe,” you answered. You weren’t just talking about sex, either.
“I want you too, baby, so bad,” he replied, voice full of desire.
James used his free hand to help guide his cock into you, shifting his hips forward as the tip slid in. Once the tip was inside, he allowed his full weight to rest on you before he captured your lips in another bruising kiss, this one more urgent than the last. He slowly slid the rest of his cock into you, growling into the kiss. You broke said kiss with a moan once he was fully sheathed within you, the stretch giving you a pleasant ache. James started kissing, licking, and sucking at your neck, trying to distract you as you adjusted to his size.
After a minute or two, you wrapped your arms around James’s torso and crossed your ankles at the small of his back.
“Please, James,” you begged him.
“Please, what, baby?” James responded with a smirk, pulling back from your neck to look at you.
You felt your face flush at his words. “Please, fuck me,” you begged him once more.
“Good girl,” James replied before beginning to thrust in and out of you at a slow place.
The pace of his thrusts gradually increased into a rhythm that the both of you could enjoy. You moaned as the head of his cock brushed against your g-spot with every thrust. And since he had deprived you of your orgasm earlier, you knew you weren’t going to last much longer.
“I’m not gonna last very long,” you moaned at a particularly well-placed thrust.
“Me either, baby, it’s ok,” James growled in response.
“James, please,” you whined again, needing him to be rougher with you.
“What do you need, baby?” James asked, never stopping the movement of his hips.
“Fuck me harder, please,” you responded with a moan.
“You need me to fuck that cunt of yours harder? I think I can do that,” James growled once more.
As soon as the words left his mouth, he began hammering into you at a brutal pace, his hands gripping your hips so tightly that you were sure there’d be bruises there tomorrow. You let out a loud moan, digging your nails into James’s back, making him growl loudly. His growls truly sounded like those of an animal. Hearing them only tightened that familiar coil inside of you further.
“Who’s making you feel this good?” James asked in another growl.
“You are!” You moaned loudly in response.
“That’s right, baby. Only I can make you feel like this. You and your tight little cunt are mine!” James growled possessively before sucking a deep bruise on your neck for everyone to see.
“I’m yours, all yours!” You moaned in response.
You found yourself not caring if anyone would see the mark. You loved that he wanted everyone to know you were his. He was just as much yours as you were his, too.
That familiar coil was close to snapping. You just needed an extra push to get there, desperate to cum at this point.
“James, I need to cum!” You whined, legs beginning to shake.
“Yeah? You want me to make you cum all over my cock?” James growled.
“Yes, please!” You begged, your desperation to cum making tears form in your eyes.
One of James’s hands slid down to where the two of you were joined as he began to rub your clit with his thumb.
“Fuck, James, yes!” You shouted in a moan, the coil so close to snapping.
“Cum for me, baby. Cum all over this big dick!” James snarled, his own end close as well.
“James! Oh God, yes!” You came with a loud cry, your cunt spasming around James’s cock tightly.
“Fuck, yes, baby. You’re such a good girl; such a good fucking girl!” James growled as you squeezed him tight, making him chase his own orgasm.
The hand that had been between the two of you shot up to your neck, finger and thumb squeezing the sides of your throat, cutting off the blood flow. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, the feeling sending you straight into another orgasm as soon as your first one had finished.
James used the grip on your neck to thrust into you a few more times, his rhythm faltering before he buried himself to the hilt in your cunt with a snarl, sounding like a true animal as he came in the condom, filling it up with his hot cum, “That’s my good girl!”
You shuddered, feeling the warmth inside of you. Once James had finished riding out his orgasm, he released your neck before pulling out of you. You both gave a moan at the oversensitivity you both felt. James pulled the filled condom off of his now flaccid cock, before tying the end of it closed. He turned and threw it in the trash can that was in front of the bedside table before flopping down next to you with an exhausted sigh. You panted, wiping the sweat and ruined makeup from your face with your hands before turning to look at James, who had already been looking at you.
“God, that was . . .” You trailed off, searching for the word you were looking for and wiping your makeup-stained hands off of the blanket.
“Fucking intense?” James suggested, pulling you close.
You laughed, nodding in response, “It was good, though.”
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” James asked, concern evident in his voice. “I got pretty rough with you there.”
“No, you didn’t,” you paused. “I take that back, you did, but in just the way I like it.”
James laughed at that, relieved he hadn’t hurt you too badly, “You dirty girl!”
“Yes, but I’m your dirty girl!” You responded with a laugh of your own.
“Yes, you are,” James replied, grabbing your chin before kissing you. “And don’t you forget it.”
“I won’t, I promise,” you answered before resting your head on James’s chest.
“So, about that date . . .” James started, making you laugh.
“Let’s go out to dinner tomorrow, just you and I. It’s our day off anyways,” you suggested with a smile.
“Sounds good to me!” James responded with a grin of his own.
“Now, can we please get some sleep? You really wore me out!” You said through a yawn.
James chuckled, “You wore me out, too. Sleep sounds so fucking good right now.”
You yawned again, closing your eyes and nestling into James further as he brought the covers over the two of you. James kissed the top of your head affectionately before closing his own eyes. The two of you both fell asleep, dreaming of your futures with each other.
Here’s to something new.