body electric || kirk hammett

xi.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

the kiss was fondled all the way to the bedroom. his lips were deprived & they never left yours for a second, even when he began to take off his coat.

he slid the jacket from his arms & let it fall to the floor behind him. he then guided you backwards to the bedroom.

when in the room, he didn't even bother to shut the door as he backed you up against the bedframe.

the hotel mattress was firm under your back & his hands were firm on your hips. gripping you tightly, he slid down until his mouth lined up with your crotch & he began unbuttoning your jeans with his teeth.

your face got hot. you wondered, where did he learn that? either way it was hot & sexy as fuck.

to pass the time, you ran your fingers through his curly hair until he pulled the jeans down onto the floor. you positioned yourself sturdily onto the bed & he kissed you again.

you wrapped your legs around his hips & ran your hand down his arm, motioning to him it's his turn. take the shirt off. he took the hint.

pulling away shyly, he crossed his arms & slid the shirt over his head to the ground.

no lights were on in the bedroom except for the dim boxes of city lights coming from the window. but in the poor lighting, all it did was illuminate his hue even more as he stood before you.

you marveled at his tan, pretty complexion. (he was so prettyyy). his eyes followed to yours & his cheeks seemed to turn pink.

you pulled your shirt over your head & pulled him by his hips closer.

your hands were cold. he was hesitant with the feel of his skin against yours. it was like sexual shock. he didn't know how to feel you, where to even start when it felt so shocking.

but with your touch he quickly melted & couldn't stand your body not on him.

kidding again, you made out for awhile. maybe 10-20 minutes. the clock was beside the bed but neither of you bothered looking at it. your eyes were focused solely on him & his on yours.

you kissed him more.

with one hand wrapped behind his neck, you slid your free hand down to his hard pants & unzipped his jeans. his lips clang desperately to yours when he took his pants off.

you held eye contact, then, right there in the bedroom floor, you sank to your knees & began sucking him off.

he shuddered under your blow, threw his head back & winced, "fuck.." but you kept at it. you weren't a whore, but this wasn't your first show. the trick was in the tip.

he coursed his hands through your hair & held it behind your head to keep from getting in your face. but really, he just needed something to hold onto.

the more rhythmatic you got, the more heavily he started to breathe. "shit..y/n.." he huffed, tugging your hair a bit.

on your final throws, you cast your eyes up to him.

he looked down to you. every muscle on his back, shoulders, chest, arms, looked like they could overflow. his mouth was open, his lips puckered from the persistent push & pull of your kiss.

gripping your hair tighter, even through the moment he managed to let out a silent "fucking hell..", throwing his head back. you could see every tight muscle in his neck, his collarbone, his adams apple move when he dryly swallowed.

just then you heard the front door suddenly open, "kirk?" james called into the room, his footsteps echoing closer.

you pulled off & quickly stood up while kirk pulled up his underwear just in time for the others to step into the bedroom.

everyone stood still for a moment.

lars broke the silence with a victorious laugh, "i knew it! i fucking knew it!"

james & cliff just looked like they couldn't believe it. even though it was widely and openly known.

"pay up man. " he grinned, sticking his hand out to cliff who grumbled & handed him a crumbled $20.

"i thought you were bi dude." cliff argued like the bet they made was kirks fault.

kirk flipped a bird before he shoved everyone out the door & shut it.

he turned back around to you, a sorry look on his face. they definitely killed the mood.

"well," he started, before he got interrupted by lars yelling, "use protection!" his face turned red.

you tried to hold back your laughter but couldn't help to chuckle at him.

it was unclear whether the night was ruined by the boys or whether he wanted to continue. he caught your stare & read your mind, "it's your call."

you thought for a moment. this would mean you two were official or at least, sexually official.

jon would know,
the press would know,
the fans would know,
the boys would know,
james would know.

no more secret hugs, stolen kisses, intimate looks & thoughts. no more secrets. it's all or nothing & it can't be nothing.

it just took the right glint of your eye before he was back against you, skin to skin, lips to lips.

this is it, you thought. he ran his hands down your waist & hips, i'm dating kirk hammett.

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