Jameson Oneshots

Hybrid Moments

// smut/spit, name calling, teasing, hickeys
summer, '89

James fumbled and grabbed my hand while we were walking up the stairs and he brought me to his room. I was really hesitant to do this. The door slowly creaked open and he knocked into the light switch revealing one of the messiest rooms I ever seen.
"Christ, James. It's a fucking pigsty in here. Do you EVER fucking clean?"
"It's none of your business," he mumbled. "I mean, we could fuck up your bed if you want."
I shook my head no and readied myself on James' bed.
"Are you ready?" I almost choked when he asked.
"Y-yeah. I'm ready."
Drunkly, James pulled off his black wifebeater and threw it to the side, revealing his masculine chest and muscles. My face turned bright red. I was in disbelief... How could he want to have sex with me? Why was he attracted to me? Am I attracted to him?
Slowly, his hands moved to his belt buckle as he proceeded to pull it around his waist and dropped it to the floor, along with his black jeans revealing his perfect long legs. Shit. I hated using these adjectives to describe the almighty Hetfield, the most straight, testosterone-filled, aggressive, dominant, sex-loving dude I know. A part of me wanted to gag on my thoughts. Another part of me wanted to gag on him. I looked at him, pulling my shirt over my head and eyeing his body, realizing I was the inferior. God, I never truly looked at him in a sexual way up until now. And seeing this, I was now desperate. I wanted his hands to explore me, to fuck me, to make me feel in ways I never felt before. I hated myself for thinking this way. Now, it was too late. We were in his room, pulling our clothes off, sweating, and both pitching tents. I needed this.
I needed him and needed him now.
James came over and shoved me down before I was even making my way to my zipper. He laid me down against the bed sheets and brushed my hair out of my face. I swallowed my spit (and my pride) as James moved his face towards mine and we interlocked our lips together.
James began to make his way toward my jeans zipper while still in a kiss with me. I was in disbelief... I know James felt my hard on suddenly rise. He had such nice hands, it's was kind of hard not to be aroused by it, even if he were to touch you in a non-sexual way.
Instead of focusing on James' hands, I focused more on his mouth, thinking that if he spit in me right now, it would taste just like a Coors. James stopped kissing me and gasped for air for a second. My face was red. James looked back at me.
"Open wide."
I opened my mouth, terrified of what James would do to me next. He went back to kiss me again, this time, opening his mouth too and swiveling his tongue around my teeth to eventually interlock with mine. I let out a small whimper, almost crying due to the immense pleasure that James was making me feel. He began to take his finger and swirl down my chest. He was making a shape of something on my chest. It felt like it was a circular formation, and all I knew was that it kept making me stiffer and stiffer until I was pretty much begging for James to unzip me. I pushed him away.
"Just fucking pull them off already! Fuck!" I yelled, as I swiftly kicked off my jeans and they fell nicely right next to James'. He looked over at them and then began to start touching me again. He took his finger and started to trace me, trailing it down my chest, pausing the line to make little circles, scribbles, and swirls across my bare chest. I giggled childishly, trying not to overreact or jerk my leg back as a nervous reaction. He carefully traced his way around my belly button and reached the top of my boxers, and he slowly fingered his way through the elastic to reach my dick. I had to throw my hands over my mouth to try to hold in my screams. Holy fuck.
"You can yell," James said both seductively and quietly. "You can make whatever noise you want. There's no boundaries here," he told me. He went back to going to kiss me again, with his tongue again. I so desperately wanted to ask, "James Alan Hetfield, can you fucking spit in me?"
Unfortunately, my thoughts got the best of me, and I ended up asking for it.
"Can you spit in my mouth?"
His eyes widened, surprised that I asked. "Sure..?" He asked. He sounded very weirded out by it. I heard him swishing around all of his spit in his mouth. I sat up, and he opened his mouth and released his saliva into me.
It tasted exactly like a gulp of Coors.
I was satisfied immensely. We could've quit right there. But James wanted to keep going. He was still stroking me and I think was planning to start jacking me off soon. I wasn't sure what else he was going to do. Who was going to suck the other's dick? This was both our first time with guys (for all I know), and it was my first time in almost a year.
James pulled away from me and proceeded to grab my boxers and tried to slip them off. I smirked and made it hard on him, making him squirm and struggle to finally get them off.
"Do I have to hit you?" He asked.
"No," I said firmly. "Sorry daddy."
Shit! Why the fuck did I say that?
Either he was too drunk to realize that I called him that, or he didn't care and was into it. It was finally my turn to get a big reveal. James put his thumbs on the hems of his boxers and slowly began to slip them down, revealing his happy trail. I was so eager, my mouth watering, to finally see what James really looked like. Of course, I had seen him fully naked while in the shower. But I didn't look, of course. You're never supposed to look at another man's junk while in the shower. It's a rule. So seeing it now, in a sexual manner, it was such a relief when he finally let them drop to his feet. I was sweating, my heart racing.
I eyed all around him and settled my eyes on his junk.
"You like what you see?"
I nodded like a fucking dog waiting for a treat. "God, yes, yes, YES!" I cried.
James smirked and let out a little giggle. He made his way toward me and grabbed my arm and motioned for me to get down. I fell to my knees, and James stood above me. I stared at him, and he looked down at me, patting my head.
"Open up, say 'aaaah,' have fun, and don't fucking bite down, dickhead."
Immediately, I felt James' junk inside of my mouth, and I gagged surprisedly. His dick is in my fucking mouth.
I slowly started to suction James off. I heard him sighing with deep pleasure.
"Fuck," he said abruptly. "Jesus fucking Christ."
I stopped.
"Is everything–"
"Yes! It's fucking fine! Did I ask you to stop?"
I rolled my eyes and kept going. It felt so weird. It's nothing like this on girls. Other than the obvious you aren't belong choked and they're usually laying down. With them, you can reach your hands up and caress their bodies and grab their tits. I was stuck fiddling with my hands, trembling on the floor, while I kept sucking and sucking and James kept moaning and moaning.
He made a comment, something about my lack of a gag reflex; I didn't hear exactly what he said. He kept talking and I wasn't really listening, just looking up at him and his eyes, while he kept motioning for me to go faster.
"Jason! Fuck! Holy fucking shit!" He yelled.
What the hell could that mean? That had plenty of possibilities... I felt angry with my lack of listening. I freed my mouth.
"What?"
"Keep goin', man! Come on, I yelled at you about a fuckin' climax!"
I know I had James' bodily liquids in my mouth earlier, but I wasn't too thrilled or on board with him shooting his dick juices into my mouth.
"I, uh–"
"Go!" He yelled. "Come on!"
I sighed, bracing myself. I mean, I already got the worst over with already. It's not like I had a whole fucking dick in my mouth. With the mix of spit, sweat, and now with the addition of dick juice, it was getting so full of liquid in here, you could confuse it for a swimming pool of sexual fluids.
I heard James grunt, whimper, moan, and scream, all in that order, and I felt something shoot through me.
Words couldn't convey how I felt. I felt sinful, disgusted, pleasured, and relieved all at once. I wasn't sure if I just gulped it down or spit it on James' already disgusting floors, so I looked at him for a command. He wiped away his sweat and panted for a second.
"Swallow."
Tears filled my sinful eyes as I felt the fluid slowly make its way down my throat and through my body. A rush of emotions fell over me. It felt more gross just taking it all in. Thankfully, it was finished, and I could take my clothes and finally go the fuck to bed.
Or so I thought.
I panted and wiped the tears from my eyes until James picked me up and grabbed my hands and pushed me against the wall. Fuck. What's he gonna do to me now? And why do I already know I'm going to enjoy it? How much of a whore does this make me?
He used his knee to prop me up on the wall and used his hand to grab my chest and works his fingers around my ribcage. He shut his eyes and rested his forehead on me, and he looked tired, until he looked up at me again and stuck his tongue out and proceeded to swirl it from my chest up to my collarbone. He bit down a little, and I whimpered, screaming without a voice. Submissive adrenaline flowed through my veins, my nerves, my entire body. Jesus fuck, he made me feel ways I've never felt before. He used his mouth and made his way to my neck and planted a soft bite down on it. I opened my eyes and made contact with his glorious blue eyes. He took my head–my neck, more so–and slammed it to the wall. He removed his lips from my body and whispered two words.
"Don't look."
I grunted after he said that, and nodded. He started to suck on my skin, trying to implant a hickey on me. He sucked on my skin for a good two minutes, and he released, and then made his way to my jaw and went there. I felt embarrassed to know Kirk, Lars, and many different people would be seeing them, considering we are on a fucking tour, but I could always lie and say it was a groupie. I kept my eyes shut and let James proceed to do his thing, until he finally gave me the okay to open up my eyes. I whimpered, feeling the newfound mark implanted on my skin, basically being called James' property at this point. James pulled me off the wall and laid me down, going back to tracing me again. My eyes softened, and he refused to make contact with me as he proceeded to finger my chest, working his fingers the way he would work the neck of his guitar. He turned to me eventually, and finally talked again.
"Jesus, how rude I am. You deserve somewhat of a reward for all of your hard work." He grinned. "Stand." I stood, confused, and he got down on his knees the way I had been a few minutes ago. I almost choked; was he really going to do this? He grabbed the back of my legs and pulled me closer. He then pushed me away. "SIKE!" He pushed me to the bed again, forced another hickey on my upper pelvis. I moaned again, and James smirked. He planted a final kiss on me, and then he pressed his body on me, and whispered in my ear, "Thank you," and got up off me. He plopped down on the bed without even getting dressed, knocked his head to the pillow and immediately started snoring. I just decided to lay next to him, and fall asleep next to him, me still trembling and wondering to myself what the fuck just happened and why. But I too was tired, so I nestled myself next to James and spooned him and fell slowly to sleep.