x-over fic: some men like the fishing 1/1
TITLE: Some Men Like The Fishing
AUTHOR: Frala
E-MAIL: frala at hotmail dot com
DISTRIBUTION: Just at Perchance to Dream
DISCLAIMER: I neither claim any ownership to any of the characters aside from the ones I made up. And I'm not implying anything about any of the characters in real life. Its all fiction, none of it actually happened, I made it up.
AN: Thank you as always to Mae, Brenn, and AJ for the beta. *hearts*
RATING: NC 17 slash.
CHARACTERS: Owen Nolan, James Hetfield (from Metallica)
AN: For Bernie's road trip challenge. Plausibility be damned. ;)
SUMMARY: Road trip, road head... it's all good. James and Owen
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I have no idea why the tour company picked this spot.
Let's back that up.
I have no idea why the fuck I signed on with a tour company to find a fucking place to fish.
Somehow Kirk's voice just popped into my head muttering something about too much money and luxury; like that fucker ever does anything low key anymore. He probably has a butler fucking surfing with him or some shit now.
Whatever. The fishing sucks and that's about all I can think of right now.
Or not, cause I can hear a muffled curse just past that bush there or something, and the guy who comes out from around it... well fuck, he looks kinda familiar to me.
Dunno who but I know I know him. Even his voice is familiar. Fuck, I hate this. I meet like a million people all the time and don’t even care if I remember them, this guy though... ahh fuck, former Captain, Irish guy... right. Shit, what is his name?
I stick my hand out and... Owen, yes Owen shakes it, grinning and introducing himself. He laughs when I do the same thing. The look I get isn’t unheard of when I introduce myself. I get it quite a bit, usually accompanied by a... yep there it is.
"Yeah I know..." He grins and I can't help but grin back. "Pretty shitty fishing, huh?"
"Fuck yeah, I was just wondering why the hell I even bothered..."
"Because we could have pulled off the side of the road anywhere and fished just as shitty as this." Owen finishes for me and I grin again.
"Exactly."
"So you wanna?" He licks his lips a little and I have to pause for just a second to figure out exactly what that was an offer for.
"You lick your lips like that again and I'm going to wanna do a lot of things..." And apparently the inside voice is not fucking working today.
Awesome.
Much to my surprise, Owen tosses his head back and laughs, grinning wickedly at me. "Then let's go find someplace a little better and see what we can find to do."
I think for two old guys we get our shit packed up in record time. Owen climbs into the closest thing to the beast I could rent and we're on our way. A quick flick of his wrist and he turns on the radio. Dude... no one usually gets to touch the radio when I'm driving.
I'd tell him so too if his hand didn’t go just as quick for my cock.
Hell. What's a road trip without some road head right?
Exactly.
There's some cheesy but still great song by Styx or one of those bands playing in the background when I pull out and Owen leans in more, his fingers flexing over my cock strongly as he whispers against my neck and nibbles a little. "Go find some place better for us to fish..."
There's an unsaid promise there that has me gunning the engine and ripping down the road. One handed driving because the other one is buried in his hair once he's wiggled down enough to get to work.
Okay part of me is fucking ridiculously turned on here but I'm slightly amused that we're both so hot for this we can't wait however long it takes me to find a place before we get down to it. Maybe it's all the years of groupies for us both.
Fuck it, I'm not complaining at all.
The music is oddly fitting for this, combining with the low sounds Owens making as well as the hum of the tires. Not like it's all romantic and shit and I'm noticing but just you know it all works well, or something.
Owen's bobbing his head pretty good, moaning louder and working my balls through my jeans. Fuck, forgot about finding a place to fish I wanna see how good he is with the other parts of his body if he's got me ready to come this fast by blowing me.
The tires skid when I pull down a dirt road, dust coming in through the windows and even that doesn’t stop me from pumping my hips up and shaking hard, roaring just in time for him to back off and stroke me while I blow my load over the steering wheel.
M'fuck.
Yeah, that's my summary. Owen grins and licks his lips, looking around he nods and tells me this looks great.
Fuck, miraculously I pulled up in front of a little pond hidden at the end of this dirt road. Gives us a place to get cleaned up a little even if the fishing sucks again. Oh fuck whatever, it gives me a chance to get him naked and get my ass fucked.
Screw the fishing.
I got bigger stuff in my sights now.
THE END
AUTHOR: Frala
E-MAIL: frala at hotmail dot com
DISTRIBUTION: Just at Perchance to Dream
DISCLAIMER: I neither claim any ownership to any of the characters aside from the ones I made up. And I'm not implying anything about any of the characters in real life. Its all fiction, none of it actually happened, I made it up.
AN: Thank you as always to Mae, Brenn, and AJ for the beta. *hearts*
RATING: NC 17 slash.
CHARACTERS: Owen Nolan, James Hetfield (from Metallica)
AN: For Bernie's road trip challenge. Plausibility be damned. ;)
SUMMARY: Road trip, road head... it's all good. James and Owen
~~
I have no idea why the tour company picked this spot.
Let's back that up.
I have no idea why the fuck I signed on with a tour company to find a fucking place to fish.
Somehow Kirk's voice just popped into my head muttering something about too much money and luxury; like that fucker ever does anything low key anymore. He probably has a butler fucking surfing with him or some shit now.
Whatever. The fishing sucks and that's about all I can think of right now.
Or not, cause I can hear a muffled curse just past that bush there or something, and the guy who comes out from around it... well fuck, he looks kinda familiar to me.
Dunno who but I know I know him. Even his voice is familiar. Fuck, I hate this. I meet like a million people all the time and don’t even care if I remember them, this guy though... ahh fuck, former Captain, Irish guy... right. Shit, what is his name?
I stick my hand out and... Owen, yes Owen shakes it, grinning and introducing himself. He laughs when I do the same thing. The look I get isn’t unheard of when I introduce myself. I get it quite a bit, usually accompanied by a... yep there it is.
"Yeah I know..." He grins and I can't help but grin back. "Pretty shitty fishing, huh?"
"Fuck yeah, I was just wondering why the hell I even bothered..."
"Because we could have pulled off the side of the road anywhere and fished just as shitty as this." Owen finishes for me and I grin again.
"Exactly."
"So you wanna?" He licks his lips a little and I have to pause for just a second to figure out exactly what that was an offer for.
"You lick your lips like that again and I'm going to wanna do a lot of things..." And apparently the inside voice is not fucking working today.
Awesome.
Much to my surprise, Owen tosses his head back and laughs, grinning wickedly at me. "Then let's go find someplace a little better and see what we can find to do."
I think for two old guys we get our shit packed up in record time. Owen climbs into the closest thing to the beast I could rent and we're on our way. A quick flick of his wrist and he turns on the radio. Dude... no one usually gets to touch the radio when I'm driving.
I'd tell him so too if his hand didn’t go just as quick for my cock.
Hell. What's a road trip without some road head right?
Exactly.
There's some cheesy but still great song by Styx or one of those bands playing in the background when I pull out and Owen leans in more, his fingers flexing over my cock strongly as he whispers against my neck and nibbles a little. "Go find some place better for us to fish..."
There's an unsaid promise there that has me gunning the engine and ripping down the road. One handed driving because the other one is buried in his hair once he's wiggled down enough to get to work.
Okay part of me is fucking ridiculously turned on here but I'm slightly amused that we're both so hot for this we can't wait however long it takes me to find a place before we get down to it. Maybe it's all the years of groupies for us both.
Fuck it, I'm not complaining at all.
The music is oddly fitting for this, combining with the low sounds Owens making as well as the hum of the tires. Not like it's all romantic and shit and I'm noticing but just you know it all works well, or something.
Owen's bobbing his head pretty good, moaning louder and working my balls through my jeans. Fuck, forgot about finding a place to fish I wanna see how good he is with the other parts of his body if he's got me ready to come this fast by blowing me.
The tires skid when I pull down a dirt road, dust coming in through the windows and even that doesn’t stop me from pumping my hips up and shaking hard, roaring just in time for him to back off and stroke me while I blow my load over the steering wheel.
M'fuck.
Yeah, that's my summary. Owen grins and licks his lips, looking around he nods and tells me this looks great.
Fuck, miraculously I pulled up in front of a little pond hidden at the end of this dirt road. Gives us a place to get cleaned up a little even if the fishing sucks again. Oh fuck whatever, it gives me a chance to get him naked and get my ass fucked.
Screw the fishing.
I got bigger stuff in my sights now.
THE END