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James could not believe the luck he was in. The legendary frontman of Megadeth, which he secretly adored, was at the table right next to the bar, where he was sitting at. The big local was poorly illuminated, making James' eyes droopy, causing him to fight to stay conscious. That wasn't the problem though. It was the fact that Dave saw him staring, stared back, smirked and seemed to get up just to sit next to him. James’ mind went into malfunctional error. The redhead had a beer in his hand, but he downed it while he was walking to the bar, so now it lay empty. James almost choked on his own breath.
"Hey."
"Hi," James replied, looking in his eyes and trying to figure out why his idol out of all people was talking to him.
Dave chuckled, he seemed a bit tipsy and he had a light blush across his cheeks, probably from the alcohool or something else. James secretly wished it was the latter.
“You been starin’ at me for a while, eh?” he said jokingly. He leaned on the chair, somehow melting into it, making himself comfortable.
James' face went red for a few seconds as he stuttered out a reply.
"Y-yeah. My name's James."
He tilts his head a bit, as he eyes him up and down. The boy felt hot all over, like the ginger's gaze burnt his body more and more by each second he stared at him.
"James. I see. Well, it's nice to meet you. My name's Dave, but I think you know me, right?"
His eyes then scan the blonde again, as if there was something else he saw and James didn't.
"So, whatcha doin' here all by yourself?" the ginger inquired.
"I was at a gig with my band, but now they left." James answered, ruffling his hair and shifting a bit, his cosy cargo pants now feeling less and less comfy, eating away at his skin.
Dave nods, his eyes lighting up when he mentioned the word "band". James was scared of what the seasoned guitarist was about to ask him. Damn it, why did he have to mention it. Literally ANYTHING would have done. His heart was beating in his chest, making all the sound from the noisy drinkers around him to buzz out.
"A gig, huh? So you're a musician like me then?" The redhead asked, looking somehow proud and grinning smugly.
"Yeah, I do vocals and rythm guitar with some guys from school. We're called Metallica." James said, blushing because Megadeth was actually one of his biggest inspirations and it seemed ironic how he was there telling the mastermind behind the great records about his shitty band.
He was impressed by Dave's technicality and brilliant riffs, accompanied by smart sarcastic remarks about the government. That was basically everything he wished to be good at.
The ginger shook his head approvingly, lifting the empty beer bottle while listening, as if he was fidgeting nervously. Why would Dave Mustaine be nervous? Around him?? His eyes widen when James said the name 'Metallica'. Dave had a sudden face of shock, but it was so quick, James thought he imagined it. He raised his eyebrow a bit and put down the empty glass vessel.
"Metallica. Sounds like a badass name. So it's you and how many other people? How long have you been playing?" he inquired and the blonde felt sort of uneasy, hoping he won't mess up any answer.
"It's four of us, but that doesn’t really matter, um..." He stuttered a bit, trying to remember all his musical knowledge which somehow evaporated.
"I think i've been playing for three-ish years? I also play the drums."
"Four people? That's great, it's easily the best balanced number of members." Dave remarks, still looking impressed that the blonde is part of a band. Oh, James hoped now Dave won't see him as just a stupid kid.
"And damn, three years and already playin' a few gigs. That's impressive. Drums, though? Very impressive. So what kind of bands are you guys into? Or uh...well, the ones who are your inspirations." The ginger seemed to imply something, but James chose to ignore it and answer honestly.
Should he fanboy over Dave's band? He won't say Megadeth was one of his biggest, if not main insipiration just to be a cocksucker. He will say it because it's the truth. Was it the right move to obsess over the guy's own band, though? Fuck it.
"Misfits, Thin Lizzy, Venom, Samhain and Megadeth obviously...we like this thrash thing a lot, Slayer, Anthrax and stuff." Looking away for a second, James tried to think whether he messed this up.
Dave was rather surprised by the fact that James was into those bands, but his eyes lit up when he mentioned his band. The blonde felt the bite of satisfaction, knowing he made the right choice.
"You like me- I uh- Megadeth?" He pauses for a moment, looking flustered, in the most unexpected way. That little mistake made James think.
"Yeah, you like Megadeth." Dave turned his head and laughed, puffing air out, smiling. "Damn, those are some good bands." Pausing a second, he asks the younger man: "Your band plays thrash too?"
"Yea! It's so energetic and it's such a good way to express yourself." James brushed his long blonde hair aside, wanting to see the man who was probably his biggest celebrity crush (maybe his only one, too). He prayed he answered well enough. God, this conversation was hard.
"I agree, it's also great for getting out any like- aggressive feelings. So, you the vocalist, right?" Dave leaned closer, his amber eyes looking intensively at the blonde, who was probably as red as a tomato by now. He managed to nod.
"I don't have any musical training in that though... I just scream out what i'm most angry at and call it a day. I don't like my vocals much, but my bandmates say they're fine, and we don't have any replacement anyway..." James just admitted his biggest fears to a complete stranger. Someone he knew so well, yet not at all. Pictures and cds don't tell a musician's personality.
Dave nodded as James finished his rant, his eyebrows forming little Vs of worry.
"Aww, c'mon, I'm sure your vocals are fine, kiddo." James' eyelids fluttered at the nickname. "Don't ever worry about your own voice. You're your own artist, you gotta be confident in yourself. And your bandmates seem to think your vocals are good, eh? Then their opinion should help your confidence."
James blushed slightly, as if he was capable of getting any redder. "Yeah...thank you.." he replied, quietly, scrambling to find some other topic.
"Uh, do you want beer?"
The redhead chuckled, noticing that someone's getting a little flustered.
"Hell yeah, kid. I'm kinda surprised you're offering me one. You legal?" He was looking at him up and down once more.
James' mind crashed a little bit. He was 19, which was quite old in his opinion, but he never considered how Dave would feel about him. Hopefully he isn't weirded out, or scared. He was old enough! (For what though, they were just chatting, James internally screamed.)
"Nineteen, but the barman knows me, so... What about you?" he played it confidently.
The ginger seemed surprised, but he didn't pull even an inch back, still quite close to the boy.
"You askin' me if i'm legal?" Dave laughed loudly, amused, and James felt very bad because he didn't think his reply well enough. "Thirty-four this year."
He was expecting that, of course. Though he internally sighed. Dave's eyes were watching him carefully as he took one of the beers the barman had brought. James also took a swig of the cold liquid, quickly thinking of how to continue the conversation.
"So, umm, you here with anyone tonight?" he inquired, immediatly regretting his words. Why on Earth would he ask Dave that? That's so stupid.
Dave smiled as he drank a bit of his beer, and he shook his head.
"Nah, I'm just here drinkin' n stuff. My friends left, y'know. I could'a hung out with one of 'em, but I have a thing against goin' just with one friend, heh." He says jokingly. "But y'know, you asked a good question.. 'nyway... What about you? You alone too?"
"Yeah, i'm pretty much all alone."
James sighs and puts his bottle down. "No other plans tonight..."
Dave nods, a brow raised. He laughs, the sound echoing in his ears, like a sweet melody. He was such a perfect person.
"So... You doin' 'nything after this? Or you goin back home to spend the night alone?"
"I'd rather not go home, you know. I'm quite very free indeed..." The blonde smirked a little and looked Dave in the eyes, hoping he gets the hint. If he doesn't, this will be very embarassing.
All though the ginger immediatly understood. Maybe it was even what he had in mind the first time approaching the younger one. But he teased, making James squirm in anticipation.
"Aww, poor thing got nothing to do? Maybe you wanna hang out with me then, hmm? I'll keep ya company all night if that's what ya want, kid."
He had a smug grin on his face, he was definitely implying something. The blonde lingered on those two words, "all night"... Hell yeah...his face quickly lit up at the suggestion and he wished he had kept his expressions at bay, but he just couldn't refrain.
Dave noticed his excitment and he pursed his lips, still smiling. Finishing his beer, he set it down and continued.
"Okay then, you wanna go to my place or yours? Gotta warn you, mine ain't nothing fancy."
"And you think mine is? I've got the lousiest and dirtiest roommate, so i'd rather not show you the conditions I'm forced to endure." James sighs while chuckling, thinking about all the dirty clothes Lars never arranges and wishing he could teach the gremlin a lesson.
Dave nodded, understanding the problem, seeming thankful with it as well.
"I guess we'll be going to my place then, huh? I mean, less chance of your bad roommate interrupting our hang out." he had a devilish smile on and James couldn't help but wonder about what Dave really meant.
The blonde shook his head enthusiastically, and drank the rest of his beer, maybe too quickly.
"Yeah, I suppose so," he answered, suddenly feeling sort of anxious, unlike he was with any other boy or girl he's talked to. Maybe because it's freaking Dave Mustaine. The man in question stood up, puffing amused at his quick and exicted reply.
"C'mon kiddo, let's go chill at my place."
They both get out of the bar and Dave walks him to one of the apartment buildings. He was not lying, it wasn't the fanciest, but still a very nice apartment, unlike the dirt hole he and Lars rented. It definitely reminded him of Dave, the various guitars and posters hung on the wall. It was very cosy. The place was definitely pretty clean, neat for a guy who's a musician. He locked the door and took off his shoes, hanging up his leather jacket.
"Make yourself at home, kid. Just do whatever ya wish."
The redhead walked over to the couch, plopping himself onto the brown piece of furniture. James tried not to move too fast or sit too closely to him, but in all of his frenzy, he actually sat way too close then ever recommanded. The amount of blood that went to his head right then exceeded a record that night. He might as well become a fucking apple.
Dave noticied the way James was awkwardly mushed into him while the rest of the couch was embarasingly free of anything to stop him from sitting there. Smiling, the ginger looked at him and seemed not to complain at all, maybe even enjoying it.
"You really wanna be right next to me, huh?"
James immediatly panicked and tried to pull away slowly, hoping Dave didn't see right through him. Though the man laughs. Yeah, he absolutely saw it. He saw James and his little panicking.
"Hey, it's fine, I don't bite," Dave said, adding a little of that signature "roar" he always uses in his songs. "Just stay close to me." He places his arm on James' shoulders, pulling the boy even closer, while his muscles melted because of the move. With Dave's arm rested on his shoulder, he felt hot again, his face doomed to the red tint forever.
"So, what other, uhh, things do you do other then, umm... guitar and band stuff?" James says, trying not to mess anything up, but he definitely stuttered half of the words.
Dave noticied how flustered the blonde was and secretly thought it was very adorable. He rubbed the other's shoulder a bit with his hand and answered.
"Well...aside from the whole band stuff, I mostly work out and go to the gym. Sometimes I go practice a few songs that I was workin' on by myself. What about you, what do you do when you have some spare time? You in school or nah?"
Dave went to the gym? Oh? Hell yes, he always had a knack for gym rats. His mind went "YES" on repeat, almost making him forget to answer.
"Uh-uh, no, I actually finished this summer. I don't think I'll go to uni though, I might just be a musician from now on."
Dave seemed to notice James' eyes raking along his body. The ginger was breath-taking. The build and the long hair was the combo James has always died for.
"Ohhh, you graduated? Good job, congrats on that, kiddo. It's up to ya if you wanna continue bein' a musician or not, but it's good to always have a backup plan."
"I could be a football player, I kind of am good at that, but I don't know, music is my true passion, i'd rather not think it won't work out." Dave's wavy hair was on his shoulder now and he couldn't help but admire the beautiful colour and texture, perfect yet natural.
The man seemed amused about his football comment, replying: "A football player? Heh, I can't imagine you on a football field, I'll be honest. You're too cute for that, kid."
James was overcome with another wave of heat at that, looking Dave in his deep brown eyes, noticing his face was quite close.
"Why not though? I promise i'm very rough."
Dave smirked and James stared at his perfect pouty lips, who were preparing to spit out a teasy comment.
"Oh, yeah? Don't tell me that you're actually tough- as cute as you are. I bet I can beat you in a fight if I want to,"
"Why would we ever fight though? There's so many other things I'd do with you right now." James said, feeling the rush of the beer kick in, the feeling of WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST SAY being overcome by the sudden confidence.
Dave's grin widens, his eyes sparkling, and the blonde feels his arm pushing him closer and closer.
"What're these other things that you'd wanna do with me? Enlighten me, kiddo."
"Oh...let me think." James replies, smiling coily, twirling his hair on a finger like on those stupid romcoms that he used to watch out of boredom on TV.
"I'd love to play with your hair," James started, pausing and looking the other way comedically, while pondering what to say.
"or touch... your face, it is so smooth and perfect," What the hell was he even saying? Oh jeez...
Dave chuckled, finding James so cute and innocent, his eyes switching between staring at his eyes or his lips. He moved his face even closer.
"Keep going, kid. What are you gonna do with me next, huh? I know what you wanna admit, heh."
"Oh, you do?" James drew the 'o' out. "Well...I'd love to touch your arms, so many muscles, I do love that, a strong guy. And of course, your red lips, so gorgeous." the blonde was on a high. "But enough of me. What do you want to do to me?" He said smirking, body all tensed up and hot.
Dave seemed to notice the change between "do with" and "do to". The two were definitely on the same page. Yeah, he absolutely knew what he wanted to do to the boy. But his answer? He chuckled and pulled him closer, enough to be able to whisper in his ear.
"You sure you wanna know that, little one? What I wanna do is pretty dirty, you're too much of an innocent little thing for that."
James felt so pent up and red, waiting to see what is going to happen next, like in some sort of sexy horror movie. Of course, nothing was scary here except for the fact that they didn't kiss yet.
"No way! Dave, do what you want to me, whatever, ... I'm yours." James got that all out in a quick breath, sounding much too desperate, but he was over with covering that one, so he just let the need out, which was so urgent it was embarassing.
Dave laughed softly, amused by his words, but seemingly turned on, because he pulled James the last inch so that their bodies were pressed agaisnt each other. The couch was caved in by both their weight.
"You're mine? So you know that you're gonna be all mine now, eh? I'm not letting you go once I'm actually startin' to touch you."
"Oh yeah, please..." James' body felt so good right now, aching to finally start doing something, something he has been waiting for the whole night.
Dave moved his hand to brush James' cheek gently. He was absolutely loving this, how needy the blonde was, begging for his touch.
"You're such a desperate kid."
The ginger teased, but he seemed to want to kiss James as much as the other did.
In a bold, swift move, the blonde climbed on top of him, practically sitting in his lap, and oh, nothing has ever felt as good. Dave groaned with a low, raspy sound.
"It doesn't matter, just...do it." he whispered.
The redhead wrapped his arms around the other's waist, placing them on his hipbones.
"You don't have to tell me twice, kiddo." He gently moves James' hair behind his ear, but he was still teasing. Goddamn.
"I know you're begging to be mine, though." He says, with a grin. James was done with waiting.
"Fuck yeah, I am. Touch me, fuck!" he whisper-yelled. Dave wasn't taken aback though, if not he was turned on even more. James' suspicions from all night long were comfirmed when earlier he decided to climb on the older's lap and felt the growing bulge in his pants, which now was straining even more.
The ginger nodded, moving James closer to him by the hips and placing a gentle kiss on his neck, which made the blonde black out of pleasure, even though the touch was almost nothing. He wanted Dave to kiss every part of his body and taste it, touch it until he took James apart.
"Tell me if I'm too rough on you, kid." he whispered, his voice dropping a bit. A wave of heat washed over him and the blonde let out some sort of breathy moan.
Dave seemed to enjoy how James reacted to the kiss on his neck. He smirked and did it again, a little longer, searching to hear the sound the blonde made.
"So you like it?" the redhead asked, sucking on the sensitive skin there, leaving a red bruise. "Yesss..." Dave's hot lips were so good on his neck, he felt in heaven, letting out needy sounds, feeling his cargo pants become much more strained. Dave gently sucked on his neck, leaving behind little hickeys, one, two, three.. and a bunch more. Dave was now starting to touch him, his hands were all over James. He bathed in the armony of sounds, knowing he needed to go deeper.
"Fuck, you needy boy." he whispered, seeming to try and keep James on the edge by not kissing him on the lips, but doing everything else. The blonde finally had enough. While Dave was attacking his neck, he grabbed the man by his long ginger hair and put his hands on the clean shaven face, looking him in the eyes before gently pressing their lips together. James pulled away to look at Dave's in awe expression. Suddenly, the blonde had been pushed down onto his back on the couch, straddled by Dave.
James had never felt this good before, the body of his favourite guitarist pressed flushed agaisnt him, lightly grinding their crotches together, while Dave kissed him again, rougher and deeper, even more passionate then their first. They didn't last that much, both breaking apart to take deep breaths. In a few seconds, their lips were locked once again and James started making those little muffled whimpers the ginger adored. Dave was in absolute heat, listening to James' moans, which were making him dizzy with pleasure. He gently pinned his hands down, kissing the blonde deeply with every inch of his passion, tongue exploring his mouth. At some point, Dave bit the other's lip, making him scream out of how amazing it felt.
"Oh, shit, you're such a good singer... Sing for me, James," Dave whispered while inhaling and looking at his lover's dishivelled hair and red, swollen lips.
"Oh fuck yeah..." James exclaimed softly, their hot bodies touching felt like he was on fire, needing Dave to touch him everywhere. Literally everywhere.
"I want you all to myself." Dave whispered in James' ear, while nibbling on it like a hungry animal. He kissed the boy again, so hard and heated, everytime with so much more energy then before, it seemed they were in a never-ending makeout session.
"I'm yours..." James said in between heavy breaths and small sounds of pleasure.
"I'm all yours, do anything to me..."
Dave grinned at the other's words. He was ready to give him everything. All of his touches, love infused kisses...He just met the guy less then 2 hours ago. It was crazy how smitten he was by this 19 year old boy. His beauty was unmatched and so was his talent.
Earlier that night, Dave had been so shocked by the name Metallica because he had watched the band perform, without seeing or hearing them, in a random bar and he fell in love with their songs, the voice, the riffs, the energy. When he approached James it was just because he was a hot little thing, but finding out he was actually the mistery frontman behind the band that haunted his thoughts was mind-blowing.
"Mmmh..." James groaned into his mouth, Dave being able to feel the vibration of the sound on his lips. It buzzed so good, he ached to coax more sounds like that out of James.
Suddenly, the ginger felt fingers roam over his abs, over every crease in his abdomen, and decided to push down on James, so he could feel his chest even better. The younger boy yelped as their crotches pressed even harder against each other. Dave continued his attack on James' lips, he couldn't let them go and he was starting to get rougher.
Dave moved one of his hands on the blonde's back and one under his thigh, his thumb gently brushing it. James' thigh tensed up a bit and then it leaned into Dave's touch, and his hands went to his defined waist. He was letting out little cries of pleasure, muffled by the on-going kiss. Dave couldn't get enough of all the moans and whimpers, each one sounding more desperate and sweet.
"Show everyone I'm yours, Dave, only yours." James says in a quick breath, overheated by all the places he was touched in. The ginger loved the way his name rolled off the other's tongue and the thought of making James his, marking him all over, excited Dave greatly. James lifted his legs up and put them around Dave's waist, pulling him even closer, their bodies seemingly perfect, like they were built for each other.
"Fuck, you'll be the death of me, Jame..." Dave broke the kiss so they can both breathe. He needed to be as physically close to the blonde as he could be, or he'd go mad. James still felt the redhead's hand on his thigh, going up and grabbing the skin there. He suddenly hugged Dave, no kissing, no sucking, just a hug. Well, if you call a hug something in which you're as possibly close as you can be to someone. They melted in each other's embrace for a few seconds, taking in the moment and just... connecting.
"I think I'm in love with you." James whispered.
Dave tensed up, taken aback by the sudden confession. But he felt no less then the other.
"Me too, James...I love you too." It was definitely love at first sight, something the ginger had never believed in, but now he did.
They kissed again, this time less roughly and more like a first kiss once again, soft and sensitive, short and loving.
"Do you...want to take my shirt off?" James asked shyly, biting his lip. Dave was obsessed with the way the blonde asked so inocently yet so... He couldn't wait to get him out of that shirt, his body sizzling hot with anticipation.
"Come on." James said, playfully, running his hand down Dave's arm, making him shiver. The ginger started taking the other's shirt off slowly, passionately, and when he was finally done it was thrown somewhere across the living room.
"My pants too." James whispered, tucking Dave's hair behind his ear, gently, while the other was looking up at him like he was seeing stars. Maybe he was, goddamn, James was a star. The most beautiful star Dave had ever seen, and he loved to stare at the sky.
He unbuckled the studded belt that was around James' tiny waist, dragging the pants down his legs while taking in the sight of the other's slender thighs. He felt electrified like he had never before. When he finished, the blonde pushed him onto his back, straddling him with his bare legs, pushing down, slightly riding Dave.
"I'll take off your clothes too...need to see that chest." James whispered, still knawing on his lower lip and moving to take off Dave's shirt first. The latter brought him close to kiss him quickly and then just stood and watched as the blonde threw the shirt on the floor next to his and lowered down to his covered legs. While keeping a seductive eye contact, he managed to get the zipper down with his teeth, and fuck, that was the best ever thing Dave had ever witnessed.
"Hell yeah, James, baby..." James giggled at the nickname and then proceeded to grab the hem of Dave's boxers with his teeth and slowly drag them down . Realisation dawned on Dave as he realised the blonde was in between his bare thighs, which made him groan like a bitch in heat.
Finally, Dave's hard cock was out of its confines and James' eyes seemed to form hearts instead of pupils.
"Fuck, love," the younger whispered, while he licked the inner thighs and inched toward his dick. Dave's legs shivered because of the touch, and he dragged James up by his arms to bring them face to face.
"James, how far do you want to take this?" he prayed they were of the same desires and that the other wouldn't back out or anything.
"I want you inside of me, Dave," James said, melting onto his touch with the side of his face.
That was it for Dave, he wasn't going to fuck his lover on this mediocre couch. He hoisted James up by the hips and the boy's arms flew up to circle his neck, so as not to fall. The ginger navigated them into the bedroom and gently layed him on the bed, while he scrambled to find lube. He finally got the bottle and opened it, coaxing his fingers and finally handing it to James to cover his cock, while Dave tried to open him up, slow and gentle.
The sounds the blonde was making, the tightness of his hole, combined with the languid motions on this dick, Dave almost couldn't focus putting his fingers in the right place. He was pushing them aimlessly in James' ass, searching for his sweet spot. After one panicky minute, he finally did it, his lover cried out in pleasure, going limp, expecting Dave to move his fingers faster, but he didn't. He got them out, making James gasp loudly, his butthole pulsing because of the sudden emptiness.
"Dave, fuck! Why-" he was interruped by the ginger's cock entering him and his leg being hoisted up on the other's shoulder. James moaned loudly while he was pushed onto the pillows by the sheer force of Dave's thrusts.
"Dave, Dave, stop, I have a better idea." James managed to say. The redhead stopped and looked at the boy with worry in his eyes.
"Kid, was I too rough?" Trust Dave Mustaine to call him kid with his cock buried in his ass.
James pushed him on his back by his chest and then he sank back onto the erection, exhaling slowly. Dave was looking at him like he had just seen a god, completly in awe. Ohhh, so he wanted to switch positions. That was even better, Dave thought. He could watch James tower over him. The blonde started lifting his hips and slamming them back rhythmically, making the redhead gasp and groan. James kissed him hard, feeling Dave's hands on his hips, pushing them down, while his own hands tangled in the red mess of curls, which he had only dreamt to touch until now. James was hit by the fact that his biggest rolemodel, definitely his hero was just underneath him, kissing and fucking him, and that made him press his hips down even harder. A symphony of cries and low sounds echoed in the bedroom, which James didn't even bother to check out. Where was a mere fucking detail he didn’t have the need to know.
"I'm close, James..." Dave whispered and James started sucking on his neck, as the ginger had done earlier.
"Yeah, come in me, fuck!" he exclaimed, pleasure rolling off him like tsunami waves. With a hard thrust to meet James' hips, Mustaine came and the blonde too, a few seconds later, crying out, black spots dancing in front of his eyes. They stood like that for a few seconds, not moving, in each other's embrace.
Suddenly, James got a weird feeling, like he was experiencing deja vu. It couldn't be that this happened before, could it? Though, everything felt oddly familiar and somehow comforting. Like it had happened in another universe, in some other circumstances. Weird post orgasmic shit, James thought.
They kissed softly, melting onto the bed sheets and finally rolling off to sleep,
James dosed off contently in the arms of Dave, who could not be happier, in love and finally feeling somehow complete after so many years of depression and hopelessness.
They truly were made for each other, in every single universe.