#new ship for me so be gentle 🙏🏻

[haywire-hetfield]

PLS PLS PLSSSS CAN YOU WRITE MORE LARS X JAMES I LOVE EMMM SO SO MUCH AND I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE THEM 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Sure thing! I love hetrich so much, they were my first Metallica ship

Warnings: Frottage, dirty talk, non-penetrative sex, top James, bottom Lars

Words: 1,143

There wasn’t any space between James and Lars as they laid in bed together. Both had stripped down to just their boxers, desperately losing layers on the way to the bed. They’d barely gotten out of their clothes before Lars was shoving him onto the bed and straddling him. 

And James’ hands had been all over him the second he did. He explored whatever inch of skin he could reach, mainly focusing on stroking Lars’ back and sides. Hands gripped at Lars’ hips as they kissed and fingers found blonde hair, tangling into them. There was a gentle tug against the strands that drew a moan out of James, mostly muffled against Lars’ skin.  

They broke away from the kiss and Lars was grinning at him. He gave another experimental tug just to hear James make another noise. 

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” Lars laughed, although James knew he wasn’t actually making fun of him. He nodded the best he could, although Lars’ grasp on his hair didn’t allow much movement. He whined at the loss of contact when Lars let go, but he was quickly distracted by Lars rocking down against him. 

James was already hard in his shorts, getting there embarrassingly fast, but he couldn’t imagine anyone wouldn’t be hard if they had Lars straddling them and pulling their hair. It helped that he could feel Lars was in an equal state to him. His hands slid around Lars’ waist, holding onto him as they rocked against each other. 

The rhythm was off, neither of them able to line their movements up. Maybe if they were less desperate. James got frustrated after a few moments of the uneven pace, tightening his grasp on Lars’ waist to stop his movements. He took control now, guiding Lars’ hips against him in rough and steady motions. Lars seemed to enjoy him taking control and the friction, wrapping his arms around James’ shoulders and clinging to him.

James could feel his cock leaking, dampening the fabric and making it stick to his skin. It increased the friction with every movement, making him want to chase the feeling even more. Lars’ thighs tightened around him a bit and James moaned at the feeling, hips bucking involuntarily. 

“You feel so good,” James rambled to him, voice shaky as he spoke. Normally, he’d be embarrassed by the idea of anyone listening to him or watching him get off, but that feeling wasn’t present now. All he could focus on was how good Lars felt, how good he was making Lars feel in return, both of them chasing the same goal. 

“You feel good,” Lars shot his words right back at him, pressing a kiss to the side of James’ head the best he could. “Get on top, okay?” James nodded at the suggestion, holding onto him tighter to flip them over. The movement was surprisingly easy, getting Lars on his back and under James without losing contact. “Oh, fuck. You’re so strong,” Lars breathed out in amazement. 

James laughed and wanted to point out he wasn’t actually that strong, Lars was just light. He decided to accept the compliment and stay quiet, though. It was very easy to refocus on what he had been doing before. His hands adjusted Lars’ body until they were lined up in their new position. He tested it gently at first and found that every thrust was rubbing their cocks together perfectly.  

“Fuck me,” Lars told him and it took James a minute to catch onto what he meant. As soon as he got it, he decided to play along. He didn’t even need to consider, at this point, he’d give Lars anything he wanted if it meant they didn’t have to pull away from each other. 

“Of course,” James agreed, ducking down to give Lars a quick kiss before he began moving. He didn’t start as slowly as he knew he should’ve. It should have been a slow build up, but he couldn’t deal with that right then. Once he started moving, it was hard to keep himself slow and gentle. 

Lars didn’t seem to mind it one bit. He clung to James once again, moving his hips up to wrap around James’ waist. It forced them closer together and it almost felt like James was actually fucking him. There was steady pressure surrounding his cock from how it was pressed between Lars’ body and his own. 

“You feel so good,” Lars murmured against his ear and it sent a harsh shiver down his spine. He nodded as best he could and continued rocking against Lars. Each thrust was long and rough, rocking Lars’ body and the bed. It was the same pace of thrusting that James would actually use if he was fucking Lars, ones that would force him in nice and deep. “Fucking me so hard,” Lars’ breathing was quick now, sounding closer. 

“Yeah? Gonna come for me, aren’t you?” James asked even though he already knew the answer. Lars nodded his head and James focused on making sure he was rubbing against Lars’ cock firmly. “You feel so good around me, baby. Want to feel you coming around me,” James egged him on and Lars pushed back against him with every movement now, acting as though he was trying to get James in even deeper. 

Lars muttered something in Danish and tightened his legs around James more, hips jerking and trembling as he came finally. He looked so beautiful and James thought he could get used to this visual. His lips were parted and his head was back, hair messy against the pillows. 

James knew he wasn’t very far behind Lars. He wasn’t sure when he’d gotten so close, but he wasn’t going to complain. Lars let him keep going, apparently not bothered by the oversensitivity he must be feeling. Still, James did his best to avoid rubbing directly against Lars’ cock as it softened. 

“I’m gonna come,” James warned, rocking against him a bit rougher. “You want me to come inside?” He asked, barely holding on long enough to get an answer. Lars nodded quickly, panting hard as James kept going. 

“Yeah, fuck. Come inside me, James. Fill me up,” Lars encouraged him, voice so desperate that it made it sound like he needed James to come inside him. That thought was enough to make James come with a long groan, cock jerking in his boxers. 

He had to put a bit of space between them, lessening the pressure on his cock because it was too sensitive. The amount of friction on him was nearly painful as he came, earning a soft whimper at the feeling. It was good, better than anything he’d experienced in a while. Lars seemed just as satisfied as he laid beneath James, trying to catch his breath and rubbing his bare sides gently.

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[skippyv20]

Hi Skippy! December 23rd, was my Dad’s birthday. He would have been 82. It was also his Dad’s birthday. He used to say he didn’t like it because he would only get one present for Christmas and his birthday. His parents were from Hungary. My grandmother came over to the US to stay the summer with her oldest sister when she was 12. The ship she was to sail home could not guarantee her safety so she was forced to stay here. When my grandfather was 19 he came home from fighting in the war and his village was gone. His family had gone to America. He worked as a waiter in a fine restaurant in Budapest and jumped ship to come to Ellis Island. They met later in life. My grandpa opened two fine restaurants in NYC. Irving Berlin sang there. He used to talk and smoke cigarettes with Albert Einstein outside because there was no one who spoke German in Einstein’s building. It was the depression and they lost everything and had my dad. Grandpa worked very hard and payed every penny back. He became a country club manager. He was dapper and a true gentleman. People called him the diplomat. He drank manhattans and smoked camel unfiltered cigarettes. They did not teach my dad to speak Hungarian because they thought he was American he should speak English; they also wanted to be able to talk amongst themselves in front of him at the dinner table. When my dad graduated from high school they asked him if he would like a record player or a television. He picked a record player and would play jazz music in their Bronx apartment which his parents thought was scandalous as they only only listened to classical music; except when my grandpa would play his “gypsy music” as my grandma called it. My father took 3rd and 4th grade in one year and skipped 7th due to a move to New Hampshire for three years where he was in a ski tournament and went back for his hat that had fallen off, so he came in second. Haha. That is a famous story in the family. My mom included it in a shadow box she made for his birthday one year. She used cotton for the snow and had a little hat on the hill. He was an alter boy and went to an all boys high school in the Bronx. His parents thought you have to be either a doctor, lawyer or engineer. He did not want to be any of those professions but he chose chemical engineering. So he went to Lehigh in Bethlehem, PA at the time an all boys school. He was the youngest boy on campus at 16 years old. In his sophomore year he fell asleep in class and his professor called his father and said “..your son will never be a chemical engineer.” At that time Lehigh had just started offering a business degree and so that’s what he pursued. His father didn’t talk to him for a year after that. My dad was a very honorable, friendly and kind man. He always said he was a loner but my mom brought him out. They had a wonderful marriage and loved each other very much. He was an only child and told my mom he wanted 4 children. He had 4 children; me and my three younger brothers. He was a wonderful father and grandfather to us all. He made sure to include us in his life and make time for us. He would always listen and offer good advice. He was never daunted by a problem. He was always writing notes and gathering information. He loved his family, his dogs, music, traveling and learning. He was curious and opinionated. He had a very deep voice and was 6’4. He was a gentle giant and we all loved him very much. He was my best friend. Thank you, Skippy for having birthday days and this opportunity to share my tribute to my Dad and Grandpa. Love to you and yours. 🌲

Thank YOU for sharing this wonderful story of your amazing father!  He sounds amazing!  What a history.  I am touched beyond words, that you shared this here with us all!  Thank you, love to you and yours!  Happy Heavenly Birthday to your Dad/Grandpa!🙏🏻🥳❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️