"Lessons"
WARNING: EXPLICIT FAN FICTION, MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY!
Rating: R, strong sexuality and language
Content: Chris

She had shown up over an hour early on purpose. A chance like this only comes once in a lifetime, and she wanted to enjoy it! So in she followed the radio station people who let her in-- the V.I.P. Guest Roadie for Audioslave via their contest-- and walked around a bit to explore. She'd catch up with the radio station people later to help out, she promised herself as she wandered down the hall alone slowly.

It was probably the last time in a while that day the Coliseum would be quiet and relatively empty. She saw a sign on the wall with an arrow pointing the way for "equipment" to go. Might be good for the V.I.P. Roadie to know, she told herself, and followed it. She came to some stairs and a door with an identical sign sans arrow on it. Cautiously, Sarah peeked in.

The light was on but the room was empty. A group of tall Marshall stacks on wheels lined the walls around her, groups of guitar cases laid on them or on the floor. Other boxes, tall as her waist, filled the room. They were all marked "Audioslave". Sarah's heart lept into her throat. She couldn't believe she was in the same room with their stuff, that she was going to get to help set up and then stand offstage to assist the band. She walked around a few of the boxes and came across a few guitar racks, one of them supporting a single, shining acoustic guitar. It looked heavy for its size, Sarah thought, picking it up. To her surprise it was light, however, just very wide on the sides. Curious, she strummed an E chord. Very nice hollow sound but one string a little sharp. She tuned it by ear, playing a song of her own to test her work. Perfect.

The guitar reminded her of the one she'd learned to play on, over a decade ago. She loved the full resonance of it, it almost sounded electric as she played one of her own songs, humming, then softly singing the lyrics. She didn't even see him come in and stand in the doorway, watching her.

Sarah played the last chord and shook the guitar to fade out. She about dropped it when Chris Cornell started to clap his hands from behind her in the doorway.

"Wow, awesome," he said, walking in and taking in her stunned face, "And you have a beautiful voice... but something tells me you already knew that." He leaned against a drum case across from her and grinned.

"Thank you," Sarah stammered, and went to put back the guitar quickly, feeling her face grow hot. "I'm sorry, I was just looking around, I didn't mean..." Chris shook his head.

"It's ok," he said, "I can tell you play guitar, you're also a songwriter, I trust you with it." He squinted at the pass around her neck. "Are you with the station, Sarah?" She glanced down at it as if to remember it was there.

"Well, sort of. I won the V.I.P. Roadie contest through them." Chris smiled.

"Well, then I guess I have to trust you with our stuff, don't I?" he said. She laughed, nodding. Chris picked up the acoustic back off the rack where she'd put it, and strummed it in open. "Wow, you tuned it too... Great!" Sarah grinned, trying not to stare at him. His dark curls were tossed about messily on his head, his green eyes glowing in comparison. She couldn't bring herself to study his mouth, or she'd get lost in how perfectly pink (and kissable) his lips seemed next to the dark hair on his chin. He looked around on the floor then back up to her face suddenly, perplexed. "Did you tune it by ear?" he asked.

"Yeah," Sarah said softly. Chris raised his eyebrows at her.

"Wow..." he repeated, "You are handy." She giggled before she could stop herself, and he smiled at her, eyelids half-mast so that for a minute she thought he was flirting with her. Suddenly, he held the guitar out to her with one hand. "Here, you can play it if you want." Sarah waved it off, embarassed.

"No, I-" Chris shook his head, grinning.

"Ok," he said, "Then may I hear you play it again?" Sighing with a smile, she took the guitar and leaned against the crate again, trying to find a song suitable for such an occasion, still a bit shocked. Then she started on a tune, a fast-picker she had written in college, because it had killer lyrics. She could hardly bring herself to look at Chris as she played, but once she did, and noticed him nodding along with her song, suddenly got nervous and felt her fingers locking up. She struggled a few times, then stopped mid-verse and laughed.

"Oh, sorry," she said, chuckling, "I like this one but it makes my fingers lock up for some reason... let me try another one."

"No," he said, smiling. "Try it again, second verse. I like this one." She pouted her lips at him playfully in protest, and he laughed. "Please? I was too into your singing to watch your hands," he admitted, then smiled at her pleadingly. Sarah sighed, but smiling back, and started on the 2nd verse again. She'd hardly sang 5 words when Chris suddenly reached out and touched her picking hand, taking her fingers in his. She stopped at the feel of his cold, strong fingers bending her knuckles gently. "See, no wonder your fingers are locking up. Your whole hand is tense, all the way up to your arm..." he continued, gaze following it up to her shoulder, then into her eyes, where it stayed for a few seconds. Sarah laughed uneasily.

"Well, I'm nervous," she said, "You're..."

"I can tell you're self-taught," Chris interrupted, looking down at her hands still in his, "You pluck in a style I've never seen before, and it seems to come natural to you... unlike some people." He looked back into her eyes, now rubbing his thumbs over her hands hypnotically, probably unaware he was doing it. Sarah smiled at him.

"You're right," she said, then looking down at her hands, "That feels good." He stopped for a minute, looked almost bashful, and was quiet. "Let me try again," Sarah said.

She plucked the second verse, slower this time, and noticed Chris watching her hands intently. Then, he leaned over behind her and took her right hand, so that his fingers rested lightly on hers while she played. Before she could move a muscle, his left arm had reached around her to fret as the right remained on hers. She breathed deeply, her back meeting his warm chest as he stood behind her holding the guitar. He attempted her plucking style and hit too many strings at once.

"Dang," he said, grinning, "See? It's not natural to me at all." He kept trying, slower so the tune sounded like a broken music box. He chuckled to himself softly, and she felt his breath blow her hair. He stopped suddenly and touched his mouth. "Sorry," he laughed sheepishly, "I got some of your hair in my mouth." She giggled along, swooning inside, not minding one bit.

He started plucking again, but that wasn't what made her stop. It was the push of his hardness into her back, and probably not intentionally. Finally, he got a run of plucking right.

"Hey, I got one!" he exclaimed, chin resting on her shoulder suddenly. More blowing in the hair as he breathed, then on her neck as he glanced over at his fretting hand, and stopped, green eyes not 6 inches from hers. "Next chord?" he inquired. Sarah snapped out of her stupor.

"Oh," she said, and took his left hand on the fretboard, guiding each finger where it needed to be. Chris looked at her, amused. "Chord I made up," she explained, smiling. Her hand still rested on his wrist and he didn't move, just gazed back at her.

"Wow," he said, eyelids half-mast again. Her heart thudding, all she could do was smile back... and stare. Then, still gazing up at her, Chris turned in and grazed her neck with his lips. She breathed in deeply, feeling his soft hair brush her cheek, beard tickle her shoulder. The kisses deepened and rose up her neck to her lips. Then his soft full lips opened hers, the tip of a tongue intermittently pushing in. His kisses were soft and deep. Then it was over and they were gazing into each other's green eyes again.

"You're a good kisser, Sarah," he said, deeply. She smiled back slowly.

"So are you, Chris." He sort of giggled under his breath and licked his lips.

"See you what you did?" he sighed, gyrating his hard-on into her back. Sarah moaned and laughed.

"Mmm, no, I can't 'see' what I did," she teased, turning around to face him. She touched his neck to his shoulders to his arms, then slid her palms down his shirt to where his jeans bulged. "Oh, Gawd, Chris..." she moaned.

"Mind if I show you then?" he asked, going for his zipper and nuzzling her neck with his stubbly jaw. She couldn't speak-- only remind herself to breathe-- as she stared at him, wide-eyed.

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, rock-hard and rising out of patch of dark curly hair. He looked up at her with a little smile and she moaned before she could stop herself.

"Mmm, Chris, yes," she said, reaching down to touch him, but he caught her hand quickly.

"Shut the door, baby," he directed. She went across the room and obeyed, turning back at him as she did. "Lock it," Chris said, jacking off a bit watching her. She did, then joined him again, grinning wide.

"Hey, don't get started without me," she teased, giving his butt a playful slap. He smiled back, full lips pressed together, and still playing with himself, took his other hand and squeezed her breasts from under her shirt. Chuckling, she took the hint and pulled her shirt off over her head, letting Chris' free hand continue to unhook her bra.

"Ohh, baby," he moaned, fingering her nipples momentarily before trailing them up to her lips. Chris gasped a bit as she took his index finger in her mouth and began to suck it sharply, and again when she pulled him into her to the wall. "Damn, you want it, don't you?" he teased, boning her against the wall roughly a few times with a naughty smile.

"Oh, yes, Chris..." she replied, squeezing his hips and cock between her own legs as he kissed her neck again. Sarah undid her pants as well, and kicked them to the side.

"Mmm, yeah, you definitely want it," he said, smiling to himself as he fingered her slowly, pushing the crotch of her panties to one side.

"Goddammit I do," she answered, between grit teeth. The anticipation was close to driving her crazy.

"Yes?" Chris asked her, looking into her eyes with a devilish smile, "What do you want, baby?" She squeezed her legs around him harder, forcing him to push her closer to the wall.

"Chris, I want you to fuck me against this fucking wall!" she said, squeezing his arms as he held her up, onto his hips and his hard sex. His eyes rolled up into his head with a rough moan.

"Oh, damn, you get me so hard when you talk dirty..." She felt him push into her, his girth making her shiver.

"Fuck, you're so hard," she whispered, as he began to push her up and down rhythmically against the wall.

"Mmm, and you're so wet, baby," he replied quietly. She could see his eyes flutter into his head as he said it. She flexed her pelvic muscles rhythmically a few times in response and heard him moan louder. "Oh, yeah, that feels good, baby... I wanna feel you cum," he said, and she could tell it aroused him so much to say so that it almost brought him to climax himself.

"I will," she said, panting, "as long as you keep banging me against this wall, Chris." He increased his pace, looking down first at her legs propped up against his hips and then up into her eyes, thrusting more forcefully.

"Damn, I'm gonna cum," he said, teeth clenched. She tightened and released her muscles again harder, propelling herself to euphoria.

"Wait, Chris..." she gasped, squeezing tighter and tighter in urgency.

"Mmmm, I can't!" he moaned, clenching his eyes shut tightly. Damn, he looked so cute... "Oh, fuck, here it comes," he warned, as his head tilted heavenward and she felt his hot cum throb up into her several times. Almost immediately, she began to climax as well, his cock feeling harder and wetter and hotter with each throb.

"Oh, yes, Chris!" she cried, rocking back into him as they shivered, "Oh yeah..." Chris moaned louder as she tightened around his cock.

"Oh, baby, I can feel it... Damn." For as long as they could stand it, they remained intertwined together against the wall, then held each other until their hearts stopped racing. Sarah was the first to break the silence.

"Chris?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for the great sex...er, I mean, guitar lesson." she said, playing with his hair.

"You're welcome," he chuckled, and kissed her back.

"Poolside"
WARNING: EXPLICIT FAN FICTION, MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY!
Rating: R, strong sexuality and language
Content: Layne, Jerry

Last night was AIC's album release party. The weather was perfect for poolside; you can recall the music and games involving pushing random people into the pool... Layne unhooking your swimsuit top teasingly when you got close to him in the water unknowingly... Jerry swimming underneath you, trying to pull you under... feeling his long silky hair against the inside of your legs as he lifts you up on his shoulders... Suddenly you jerk awake, naked, in a large bed. Someone's arms wrapped around your waist. You look down and see Jerry's blond head at your hips, sleeping. Layne's voice suddenly startles you from behind, lips into your hair.

"You awake baby?"

You are so shocked you can't formulate a reply at first. Head spinning, you turn over and look at him... curly blond hair sweeping around his ears and neck... dreamy pink smile on his lips... stark naked with a sheet halfway wrapped around one leg... sleep-engorged cock in his hands, slowly pumping it as he glances down at himself and back up into your eyes.

"OMG... I am now," you moan, clutching your breasts in spite of yourself at the sight of this gorgeous man. Layne rolls over on his back, never stopping his intent gaze or his playing... now laying on the bed thrusting his hips in the air slightly as he stares at you.

"Damn, baby, you were so good last night... I want you again... again, baby..." he moans, closing his eyes slowly as the blue orbs roll into his head. You join him in moaning, he lifts your hand, guides it between your legs gently. "Make it wet for me, baby" Before you can reply that, yeah, mission accomplished *wink*, a hot tongue tracing up your thigh makes you gasp. Looking down, your gaze is met with Jerry's intent green eyes as he hypnotically licks up your thighs.

"Oh Jerry..." you moan, grasping at your breasts again in pleasure. He gets closer... Layne slaps your hip suddenly with a *cough* free hand...

"I said DO it." he admonished, smiling a pursed lip impish grin and panting louder as he grinds in the air. "Touch yourself for me."

You obey, panting and feeling your own eyes roll into your head as you watch him... but Jerry's tongue gets closer... grazing your lips with his mouth.. the hot breath making you wetter and wetter. With your other hand, you pull his hair, bringing his tongue into you... its throbbing matching with yours quite well ;)

Layne, however, upon seeing your obvious additional attraction to Jerry, cannot hold back any longer. Seemingly both aroused and heated, he jumps to his knees on the bed, head thrown back with urgent approaching orgasm.

"Dammit fucker," he moans between grit teeth,"How much can you fucking take, big boy? Can you fucking take ME?!" Taking Jerry's hair into his own hands, Layne pulls him off of your body and back onto the bed, pumping his now erupting member all over Jerry's chest and neck. Not missing a beat, you watch as Jerry smiles, almost slyly, you think, and sticks out his tongue, slowly licking a stream of Layne's cum off his chest. Layne's body shudders, sighs, as he watches, blue eyes widening in ecstasy. "Yeah, lick it... you know you want it all..."

Your own eyes open wide in pleasured shock as Jerry leans forward, taking Layne's wet cock in his mouth, pulling on his own sex now in urgency.

"Ohhh, Jerry... Goddammit... I just came man, be careful..." Layne moans, throwing his head back, naughty smile playing on his lips in spite of himself, "ooooh, that feels good, Jer.."

You have been watching these tastey times long enough, and suddenly realize you've been working up to climax yourself watching it. In seconds, before you can think another thought, you hear yourself crying out in pleasure...

"Mmmmm, ohhhh, LAYNNNNNE!!.. JERRRRYYY!!"

At the sound of their names, both of them look back at you, almost to remember you were there... Now they are both looking at you, continuing their play, but now aware that you enjoy their "peformance".. heehee...

You decide to cash in on the fun *wink.. explode* You HAVE to now, dammit!! Stroking up Jerry's legs, you slide behind Layne, sliding fingers down his back, intoxicated with the tastey moaning they are making without you. You hear Jerry gasp as you slide his wet sex up into you, bouncing up and down in his lap as he thrusts his hips. Layne moans musically as you pull on his sweaty curls, sucking on his neck and shoulders as Jerry slams up into you... it doesn't take long before Layne cums again, this time into Jerry's mouth... At which point sends Jer juices flying up into you.. You are in HHHeaven, moaning with both boys... Soon everyone's legs feel like JELLO, and you 3 collapse on the bed, cuddling and panting... You're in the middle, with more than one set of arms around your waist now ;-) *DEAAAAAAAAATH* *flames*

"Big Red Notty Burg"
WARNING: EXPLICIT FAN FICTION, MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY!
Rating: R, strong sexuality, mild language
Content: Layne

Layne and you decide to go fishing, to get away from the *duck* responsibilities of life for a while... You pack up all the necessary stuff and head out there, looking for the most isolated pier on the lake to fish and eh, fish in Burgis' pants as well, heehee *SLAP*

After a long afternoon of watching Layney manuever his pole, the sun is beginning to go down and the two of you are getting especially frisky. You procede to Layne, stroking your fishing pole slowly and suggestively, licking your lips as you stare into his lakelike eyes. Layne smiles naughtily back at you, unzipping his shorts in response on the deck. He beckons you, but doesn't have to. You are already on your knees sitting in front of him on the deck with a mouthful of Layney tongue. As you kiss, your hands exchange, removing articles of clothing and stroking each other softly. You let a finger slide down Layne's chest, revolve it around a nipple as it puckers with your touch. Mmmmmm, yeahhhh... You lean forward to lick his chest and belly, want to twirl those Burgis hairs on your tongue so badly... but as you start to lick Layne squirms in pain and stops. Startled, you realize your Tay-tay has sunburns all over his delectable body from your all-day fishing retreat.

Luckily you have a bottle of aloe vera lotion in your purse and with a kiss to Layney's stubbly face, you rush off to get it out of the car. You return and Layne is smiling at you shyly with his shorts still unzipped and obviously nothing on underneath. Notty boy you need to spank...

He starts to kiss your neck as you sit down again beside him, you return a gentle kiss to his ear and move behind him, much to Layney's dismay, eh heheheheheee *smack* You squirt some of the lotion in your hands and stroke down from the nape of his neck with it, watching Layne squirm with both pain and pleasure at the touch. Your tongue is in his hair, pulling strands in your mouth and curling them further as you devour his scent hungrily. Your hands fan out across his shoulder blades gently, concentrating now more on covering him with lotion than quenching your S&M fetish by making him squirm to your touch. But Layney is squirming anyway, leaning back into your mouth as you stroke and kiss him. He is moaning deeply and has his hands in his pants getting off on his own S&M fetish.... *growwwwl*

Seeing this, you untie your bikini top and rub your also hard nipples against his back, stroking up from his Burg butt and wrapping your legs around his body in defeat, licking up the base of his neck and scalp... mmmm...ARGGGGG....

Taking another helping of lotion in your hands you reach in a pant leg with each hand, stroke down Layne's legs with it, evily delving between them only after traveling down both legs, rubbing lotion softly around his balls and cock with the necessary suggestive strokes. Layne is officially pre-cumming now, and manuevers himself in your arms to face you with a slightly angry, mostly naughty smile (mmm... good forecast, eh?) With a finger he moves the crotch of your bikini bottom aside and props you up on his legs, slipping into you with a grateful moan... no lotion needed here, LOL

Sitting on Layne's lap there is not much room for him to pull all the way out and back in, and grinds his hips to make love to you deeply, his cock pushed all the way inside you the whole time.... this won't take long, you moan into his ear... with a gasp he replies the same as you continue to stroke with your slippery hands now on his chest and belly, you pinch the nipples and twirl the hair in your pleasure. Layne loves you harder, making you bounce in his lap with the thrusts. You watch his face as you tease and know it won't be long... Layne grits his teeth as his eyes turn skyward. With a shuddering moan he leans you back against the deck and pulls out of you with such delicious motion that he begins to shoot Layney lotion as he does so across your body, moaning and sighing with relief from holding back orgasm as he releases... rubbing his engorged head on your belly in cumplete nottiness and pleasure.... ARGGGGGG AHHHHHHHHHhhhhh
*BLAMMMMMO* You slide up to the Layney lotion dispenser and position your head under it, taking it into your mouth as the last spurts of tastey Taley come out... Layne obliges, thrusting lightly into your mouth in post-coital Burgis bliss... *rolls over and dies* After a few minutes of finger licking cleanup goodness, the two of you dress again under the now-dark sky, packing up poles and certain poles in pants alike... *screams*

"Friday Night IN"
WARNING: EXPLICIT FAN FICTION, MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY!
Rating: R, strong sexuality and language
Content: Layne

You're spending Friday night in with the guys on the bus... a whole bunch of scary movies lined up for the night, and everyone's been drinking and blabbing occasionally. You and Layne are curled up on the couch, everyone else is sitting singly, on a chair with their backs to you. Jerry is lying on the floor with his back towards you as well.

Sometime during the 3rd movie, you think it was "The Grudge," you notice that everyone else in the room, who had been drinking steadily, are now beginning to droop and doze off in their chairs. You nudge Layne, and gesture towards Sean, who is slumped over in his chair with beer in hand. Layne, grinning, points out Mike as his head drops to his chest in slumber. Both of you can now hear Jerry softly snoring on the floor, and laugh quietly to yourselves, not wanting to disturb them.

At this point, you begin to get a little cold, and Layne notices, stroking up your prickly goosebumped arms with big, warm hands. With a lingering kiss to the head, he then slips his hands under your shirt and over your hard nipples, oh so coyly, heehee.

"You want me to warm you up?" he asks softly, wrapping those arms around your naked waist and drawing you into his lap, and his hardening bulge.

"Oh Layne..." you whisper with a start at it, but find yourself gyrating your ass back against him involuntarily. "What are you doing?"

"Shhh" Layne insists, reaching on the couch for a large blanket. He wraps it around you both, then slips his hands inside your shirt again. "Hmmm... it must not be the cold after all." he says, planting soft kisses on your neck and feeling up your still hard nipples with his hands.

"God no," you whimper, and reach behind yourself to stroke down his legs and hardening 'taley. "Oh, Layne, you're such a bad boy..." Layne starts to hump against you slowly, moaning a little in his throat as if not realizing it.

"Oh fuck yeah," he breathes. "Mmmm, I fucking want you now..." You almost cry out when he licks up your neck slowly, pulling your hair to the side. "Oh, damn, you taste good." he purrs, kissing the nape of your neck.

Shit. That boy feels good!! But you're worried about the other guys.. "Layne..." you protest lamely, squirming against him with little effort, "Are you... right here??"

Your question is answered by the sound of his fly being unzipped behind you, and then the brisk movements of his hands shaking the couch a little bit as he begins to play with himself.

"MMmmm! Dammit, yeah, I can't help it..." he mutters softly. And suddenly it bothers you immensely that you can't see his face as he
enjoys himself on the couch. You turn around to face him, kissing his eyelids as he sighs with pleasure, eyes closed. Layne grins as you slip out of your pants. "Ahhh yeahhhh, come here," he beckons softly, "I'll be good."

Right. But you can't resist your notty 'Tay-'tay... heeheee... Slowly you wrap your legs around him and try to keep your voice down as he slips into you.

"God... Layne..." you whisper, relaxing against the back of the couch as he enters you again and again, slow and deliberate. Layne rolls his eyes up at the feel of it, his knees rocking into the couch rhythmically.

"Ohhh... damn... ahhhhhh FUCK yeah," he moans into your ear. From the floor, you could swear you heard a muffled whimper of pain. Oh well *wink*

No pain here dammit. Layne speeds up his pace, tastey juices beginning to make things really... well... juicy.

"Dammit," he whispers breathlessly, through grit teeth, his bright blue eyes gazing into yours briefly before flitting back up to the ceiling, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum..."

Mother of mercy. His very words almost do it for you right there. "Ohhhh... Do it, Layne," you whisper quickly, on the verge yourself, "Dammit, Layne...Do it"

From the other side of the room both of you hear the sounds of someone stirring out of sleep, just as the force of Layne's orgasm bathes your inside, sending you over the edge with him, the both of you trying to muffle cries of pleasure. Layne rocks into you, spilling and panting.

"Hey, Layne," Mike says, yawning awake, "The movie's over." Layne pulls out of you slowly, and looks into your eyes with a sheepish grin.

"...okay..." he acknowledges Mike breathlessly, "I don't care.. what we watch next..."

Mike glances over his shoulder at them, frowning. "Hey, no making out on the couch," he scolded mockingly.

Layne grinned, a little red, and squeezes the inside of your thigh from under the blanket.

"We weren't making out," he chuckled.

"It's Rainin' Staleys"
WARNING: EXPLICIT FAN FICTION, MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY!
Rating: R, strong sexuality, mild language
Content: Layne

It's Rainin Staley (based on a true story that never occurred)

Friday finally cums and all you want to be is outside for a long, long while after being at your desk all day. So you and Layneypie "arrange" for the perfect slum-day weekend, pack a few days worth of clothes and junk food, and fill up your Honda Accord Hatchback (I had a car like this *wink*) for a weekend drive to who knows where.

These are the best weekends. After driving for a few hours, unable to keep hands off inner thighs and teeth off of necks, the sun is beginning to go down behind you. You're miles away from any civilization, in some stretch of land between the mountains and the Seattle limits, but feeling pretty tired and too damn rowdy to be safe on the road so you pull over to get some of the *cough* energy out your systems, yeeheeheee.

You park the car aways from the road but far enough from the nearby trees so that you can still see the stars when the sun's done going down. It's a beautiful summer night, cool and breezy with the smell of rain. Layne gets out, opens the hatchback of the car, and lays down the backseat so you can both spread out under the stars. Together you climb in the back of the Honda and share kisses and nibbling, not taking long despite the cool night to shed layers of clothing and begin to pant harder.

At this point, Layne only has his shirt off but is really getting into (hehee) dry humping with you (eh… NO humping with Layne is ever "dry"). "Ahh…..Yeaaaahhhh…." he whispers urgently into your ear as you lay side by side, rubbing against each other fervently, "That feels so hot, yeaaahh…" Then, nipping around the back of your neck, he softly asks you to turn around. You comply, and Layne moves closer, rocking his hardness into your back and ass from still inside his pants as he kisses and sucks on your hair. He is getting louder, moaning and panting deeply as he fights off the urgency to nail you with reckless naughty Layner-banger abandon. You begin to wonder, and begin to feel cheated of it, if he's as wet as you are with certain anticipatory juices, heehee *smack*…

Quietly you request to Layne to take it ALL off, and get that tastey thing inside you before you feel the need to bust things in the immediate fun times vicinity.. Pushing yourself back against his thrusts in an effort to get him to comply out of impatience. But Layne is persistent and bent on torturing you as long as he can, beginning to whimper in his desire while moaning with enjoyment to the self-inflicted torture… Layne quite obviously wants to cum in his pants….ARGGGGGG… *cough*…Sorry….

Now you are begging, in between moans of pleasure, for Layney to completely disrobe for you, and assist…in..things… when suddenly, you are almost shocked out of your skin by the sound of a thunderclap overhead, and sprinkles of rain falling randomly on your naked body. It doesn't take long until both your bodies are soaked (eh, from the rain, I mean, LOL) and Layne's pants are completely wet (also from the rain…clarification note), yet he continues to still rub them against you cause he's highly notty and needs `pankins… thrusting harder and deeper, his soulful blue eyes barely visible now under fluttering eyelashes as he approaches orgasm.

You can't take it. Using the extra lubrication (HA) provided by the rain, you flip around to face Layne in his arms, and get your hands on that zipper before he can react, giving the hard thing a couple of licks before throwing your legs around his waist in utter Layney horniness. By now, Bwurgis can't wait any longer and pushes inside you with a passionate sigh, already wet with a mixture of cool rain and hot pre-cum. The rain is falling harder now and both of your heads are heavy with wet hair. But you don't care, it feels so good against your hot, excited bodies.

Layne cradles your body in his arms and gets on top, letting his long hair (circa 91, heehee) drip rain down your neck and breasts as he thrusts, occasionally slowing to kiss your forehead sloppily with a tough moan. You moan, through clenched teeth, that it will soon be over, and squeeze your legs tighter around his waist. Layne, relieved that you are ready, slows his pace torturously (as you s-cream YES Layne DAMMIT YES that feels so damn GOOD), bringing your Layne-hole relief in no time at all, screaming and moaning as rain and tastey Layney tongue fall into your mouth….You pull a little on his long, soaked hair, biting under his chin and it pushes him over the edge… Staleys pumping and rain pouring all over your already wet parts

Layne, quite enjoying the relief of letting his `taleys out, continues to moan and tap you softly, just a little head poking in here and there… aRGGGGGG DAMMITALLTOHELL…. Sorry

Afterwards, you lick the Staleys and the rain off as he plays with your wet hair with his fingers… of course, you're playing with his Burg chest hair with your tongue, heehee….

"Holding the Burgis, part II"
WARNING: EXPLICIT FAN FICTION, MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY!
Rating: R, strong sexuality, mild language
Content: Layne

The next day, you awake to Layne gently kissing your back, the contrast of his soft lips and rough goatee rubbing against your skin driving you crazy. You moan and begin to stir, to roll over and hold him close... but he places his hand on your back, easing you back down on the bed and tells you to relax... he explains he wants to return the favor you gave him yesterday, and give you a nice massage too...

At first you wonder where the Burgis went, you don't feel a thing... then, softly, you feel something ruffling your hair, and then his lips against your scalp, kissing softly... his mouth migrates to your ear, purring softly that he wants to make you feel as good as you did him... (of course this is enough to get you off on its own, so you are already feeling DAMN good, but...) You feel the flick of his tongue against your ear and know he's feeling QUITE a bit better... You are also wondering when the heck his hands will get involved in this so-called massage... but it is feeling goooood... Down your neck he sucks and licks in little circles and then at last you feel his hands in your hair, hypnotically rubbing your scalp in additional circles... you are becoming quite defiled already untillllll....

With a bit of a shock you feel the head of his cock push against your back... Here is the instrument of Layney massage *wink*... rubbing down your back slowly with all the skill of a shiatsu thumb...except *cough* so not a thumb... pushing and easing up in a nice steady rhythm as he sways his hips back and forth against you... Layne moans in his throat, so deep, still at your ear, that the best massages also incorporate lotions... oh boyyyy, all kinds of niiiice explody head images fill your mind as you feel the Layney "instrument" let up for a minute and hear the sound of him
putting some lotion on his hands... or so you think *evil wink*... Layne moans, further holding you in suspense... you plead for more, begging his name.. then gasp it aloud as you feel his lotion-bathed cock continue down your spine, now pushing and releasing in slow circles... of course with some Layney pre-cum as well... EGADS... You are offically dying on the vine...

Layney kisses complete with tongue follow the *lotion* path down your back, his fingers lightly tracing down your legs... this is some kind of sweet fucking torture, you are beginning to think... when suddenly Layney gives a soft little cry in his throat, he is going to cum, he whispers urgently, but slips his lotion/cum-covered Staley between your legs in one smooth, slow motion that sets you a'throbbin... Layne whimpers softly in defeat at the feel of it, breathlessly gasping your name as he unloads hotly, right on top of yours... his lips continue to suckle and kiss down your back, he obviously doesn't want it to end... gripping your thighs with his hands rhythmically in his pleasure, the massage continues until at last he is spent and finished... pulling out and wrapping his arms around your waist, once more kissing your hair contentedly... you think, this is one massage you can't put a price on ;)

"Holding the Burgis... a sex story sans sex"
WARNING: EXPLICIT FAN FICTION, MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY!
Rating: PG-13, mild sexuality and language
Content: Layne

You've been out and about all day, finishing up your mundane errands like Christmas shopping, visiting unStale friends, etc... BLEEEEECCHHH....

but finally you can come home, to your warm house, and your warm Buuuuuurrrrgis... awwwooohh, you can hardly wait :D

You walk in the door and head for the bedroom, throwing off your jacket and shoes in the process... you just want to cuddle sooo badly... but the bed is empty... you go to the living room and find him, curled up on the couch, looking uncomfortable and tired, watching TV... Concern fills your eyes, but you smile and ask him softly "Can I join you? What are you watching?" etc... He manages a weak smile but replies softly that he doesn't feel good... of course your heart melts and you curl up next to him... poor Burgis...

Layne lets you in under the blankets with him, but he is still shivering... you pull them up around his shoulders and neck, kissing him softly on the forehead, which feels quite hot, btw... you ask him what's wrong as you cuddle closer, trying to warm him up with your arms... Layne rests his head on your chest in gratitude and replies that his throat is bothering him and he is all achy.., (:O The poor Burg is in PAIN! I can't take this!!) so, heart melting and aching considerably... you offer to fix him a hot drink and a massage *winkpoke*... Layne smiles warmly and thanks you. You get him a hot lemonade (hey, they work!!) and he takes it, sipping immediately and looking up at you with his big blue eyes... AWWWWWW *death*

You tell him whenever he's ready, that you haven't forgot about the massage... Layne complies with a sly smile... you help him lean his back against your chest and tell him to relax (eeeheehee)... Gently you rub the temples of his head down to his neck, planting kisses along his hairline as he sighs musically... you can feel him untensing against you... Then you rub along his spine all the way down to his ass, laying your head lightly on his shoulder and kissing it softly as you knead... Layne officially moans... Your hands travel around his waist to his legs (you are being good... after all, Layney is sick, now *shaking finger in a schoolmarm manner*) which you knead slowly with your knuckles and palms... it feels so good, he says... you can hear those aches melting away in his moans... you massage his legs all the way down to those Burg toes, curling deliciously as you rub his feet also... Layne is smiling and leaning his head back against your shoulder now, kissing your ear in return...

Gently you lean back as well, easing the both of you against the couch together... Layne kisses you generously on the neck on his way down to your chest to sleep, thanking you for making him feel so much better... You curl up together, both of you peacefully warm and content and take a nap complete with Staley stroking and eyelid kissing... AWWWWWWWWWWW *Sarah explodes*

"THE fantasy"
WARNING: EXPLICIT FAN FICTION. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY!
Rating: R, strong sexuality, mild language
Content: Layne

You come home from a long day at work with nothing on your mind but the big, notty Burgis... Oh yeah, nothing but a little R & R with Layney awaits you... You get home and climb into bed beside him, he is sleepy but throws his long manly-scented arms around you and moans softly in his throat... Awwwww such a tired boy... You don't want to ask for the *Staley* but of course, upon seeing him you WANT IT... but you instead be a good girl and rest your head on his chest, enjoying his chest hair against your cheek.

Layne, being a sex god and knowing of course of your aching Laynehole, apologizes for being so sweeeeeeepy, you say "awww, Layney, that's ok (even though you're horny as hell)... just go back to sleep, baby" and stroke his chest hair slowly with your finger as he obeys.

You fall asleep as well, and have a really nice dream of Layney fingering you... the dream is ALL too real and you wake up, moaning, with his fingers in your panties and his conniving smile 2 inches from your face. "Oh my God, Layney, you are so notty..." you whimper, and are 30 seconds from getting off when he insists that you finish the job; he wants to watch, he admits shyly. Of course you comply, on the condition that he cannot touch himself or you until you're finished, which you assure him won't take long *wink*.

He lays on his side, squirming and smiling naughtily, watching you go manual and moaning his name. But the break taken when you two were discussing the conditions of your little sex game (un?)fortunately prolonged your orgasm... but GAAAAAAWD when it cums... :O Layney, upon seeing you a'cummin, breaks the rules *GASP* and procedes to play with his Staley while mounting you, up on his knees straddling you on the bed, jerking it and looking back and forth between you and his mighty Layneness because he is a bad bad boy who needs to be spanked... NOW

But you take charge in a different way, and grab him, telling him to lay on his side with his back to you, over the side of the bed. Layney, weak with approaching orgasm and eager to please, complies and rests his Burg butt and back against your horny body... you wrap your hands around his as he jacks off (hey, he broke the rules... why can't you, right?) and assist, sucking on and kissing the back of his ear, hairline, other sexy parts... Apparently your assistance was DAMN GOOD because Layney loses it right there, shooting off the side of the bed a great distance before turning around to fire a couple rounds off right in the aching Laynehole... of course this, surprise surprise, gets you off again... and you finish together, both feeling mighty sleepy and satisfied by now

BUT NO... you are not satisfied *wink*

You are just about ready to doze off, with a big fat "I just got LAYNED" smile on your face, when Layney starts relentlessly poking you, squirming a little in your arms. You giggle and squirm back, ask him "Layney, are you ready again?" but he says No, he's tired... then after a second, because he is such a shy thing, admits that he needs to get up and take a piss (you're laying on his chest) Oooooh hostage time, you think... You continue to hold him down, however, and of course, tease the hell out of him... Tickle him under the chin and ask "Oh, Layney, do you really have to go pee?" and similar squirm inducing things on the part of the Burgis... because he is so DAMN CUTE when he squirms... He replies YES... but you dont listen and continue to tickle and tease until he is clutching himself (insert activities break here WHOOOOOOOOOOO) and moaning helplessly... you let him get on top, but hold the bedspread tight across his back so he can't escape (heehee) and tell him he'd better hold it just a while longer while you tickle his tummy and the inside of his legs... maybe run a few shiver-inducing fingers up his spine... Layne is officially whimpering, holding himself and watching you hotly, biting his lip as you tease his poor squirming body... AWWWWWWW *explosions*....

Then, in a moment to be forever immortalzied in tasty ass history, Layne gets the idea and suddenly presses himself against you, at the same time he starts to piss, fucking RED HOT, all over your already cumming body... he is so relieved from holding it... he moans and rolls his eyes in his head, closing them momentarily as his steady stream spreads up and down your body... you, in a moment of strength, push up against his chest, trying to get him to arc it on your neck... Layne of course being a sex god... cumpletely understands... heeheeehee... taking his Layneness in his hands he flips the last drops onto your neck and face and lips.... You die and burst into flames... haha, JK ;P

Layne, feeling much much better LOL, collapses at your side with a steamy smile on his face... this time he really DOES go to sleep... OMG change sheets later, that dumb shit can WAIT *official and complete rigor mortis DEATH*

"The Deflowering of Layne Staley"
WARNING: EXPLICIT FAN FICTION, MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY!
Rating: R, strong sexuality and language
Content: Layne

The deflowering of Layne Staley… Part I
Junior high, circa 1979

Layne scooped all of his papers together for the group presentation as the last group finished up.

"Okay, thank you," he heard the teacher say as he worked, "Group 3, we're ready for you now." Layne glanced over at the rest of his group before he moved to stand up to make sure that they were paying attention like he was. Nick and James were pulling papers out of their bags quickly. Layne glanced over at Sarah in the row next to him as she stood up with her papers, looking over at Nick and James.

"Just a minute, Mrs. Emmery," she said, and stood at her desk watching them as she waited. Layne just looked at her. He loved to hear her voice and watch her as she stood there patiently, her weight on one leg so that her shapely hips stuck out perfectly. A nice ass, too, he thought as he studied how it curved into her slender, long legs, now that she had her back to him. Layne felt the butterflies in his stomach flutter suddenly and then a tightness in the crotch of his jeans as his penis became erect.

"Hey, Layne, are you going to come up here?" Nick asked, smiling at him from the front of the classroom. Layne gulped and suddenly realized that the entire class was looking at him curiously.

"Yeah," he said quietly, and got out of his desk slowly, carrying his papers low enough to hide himself. A few of the girls seemed to know what was going on and giggled as he walked by. Maybe they're sizing me up, Layne thought, and felt even more frightened. Nick looked at him questionably, but continued his speech. Sarah, however, smiled at him warmly as he approached the group, which didn't help the hardness in his pants subside.

He turned from her, although it hurt to do so, and stared at the floor in an effort to gain his composure. He knew he was the second speaker, so he had to think fast. Maybe he knew the speech well enough without his notes. Silence.

Nick had finished speaking. Now all eyes were on him. Layne cleared his throat nervously and tried to picture the first line on his notes without looking at them.

"Uh…well, the second trigger of the revolutionary war was… uh," he stammered, hating his word choice suddenly. Trigger? Mrs. Emmery looked at him strangely.

"Mr. Staley, you are allowed to look at your notes," she said to him, as if this would lessen his embarrassment somehow.

"I know it by heart," he lied unconvincingly and started over. "The second trigger was taxes," he said. "the… uh, stamp tax was… uh, imposed on… stamps," he said, feeling his heart thud in his throat.

"Seriously, Layne," Mrs. Emmery interrupted, "I'm not going to count off for looking at your notes. This may be history class, but I'm no Nazi." The class chuckled at her comment, but Layne could only manage a weak smile.

"Okay," he said, his voice cracking a little, and the girls giggled again. Mrs. Emmery shushed them and smiled back at him to continue. Layne gulped and started to read from his notes, still holding the papers in front of his erection awkwardly. Giggles erupted from around the room as Layne read, tears beginning to sting in his eyes. Mrs. Emmery shushed them again, then approached the front of the classroom, beginning to lose her temper.

"Class, you are being very inconsiderate to Mr. Staley. If you can't be quiet, I will keep all of you after class, is that clear?" The chuckles died away and were replaced by inhibited smiles. She turned to Layne, who was beet red with embarrassment and looked as if he was about to cry. Then she noticed his predicament with a start and smiled, a blush coming to her cheeks.

"Just turn in your speech and I'll give you credit," she whispered in his ear, "You're excused for today." Layne sniffed and nodded at her, then made a hasty retreat out the door with his stuff. Mrs. Emmery faced the class again, smiling.

Layne doesn't feel well, so he's not going to be able to tell us the second trigger of the revolutionary war. Do any of you want to take Layne's place and explain it to the class for 30 extra credit points?"
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Layne went into a bathroom stall and shut the door, putting his head in his hands as he sat down fully clothed on the toilet. Like clockwork the tears came, welling in his eyes and spilling down his cheek as he cried quietly. How would he ever face that class again? How would he ever face Sarah again? Now it was horribly obvious that he liked her, he thought, as he sobbed in humiliation.

He looked down at himself and at the bulge in his pants beginning to shrunk as he lost his erection slowly. Not that big, he thought to himself suddenly, then wondered what Sarah had thought of it. Another wave of butterflies rose up in his stomach and stirred him between the legs again. How easy it would be to unzip his pants and masturbate in this stall, just like he'd done so many times at home in his bed. Layne reached for his zipper but stopped when he heard the restroom door open as someone came in. He put his head back in his hands and waited for the bell to ring instead.
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Part II…high school, circa 1983

For high school Layne switched schools, to Tacoma High (I'm making this up, of course, lol!!) across town, because his parents were moving. He would have to make almost all new friends, he realized; most of them from grade and junior high school were staying in Bellevue.

In Layne's junior year he formed a rock band called "Sleze" and organized concerts in the local area. One night after a gig downtown he stepped outside behind the building for a smoke where no one would catch him. It was cool and quiet outside, and Layne stood by the back door enjoying the air and stretching his legs from sitting at the drumset all night. He fumbled in his pants pocket for a lighter and lit his cigarette, glancing around one last time as he did.

A woman's figure approached him from the empty lot. Layne quickly took the cigarette from his mouth and rubbed it out. "That's bad for you," she said, coming into the pale light from behind the building. He couldn't recognize her, but something about her smile was very familiar.

"I know," he said, studying her. "Please don't rat me out." Yes, her smile and her eyes, very familiar. She laughed and studied him for a minute, her eyes glinting knowingly. And her laugh, also familiar, he thought.

"I won't tell," she said. "Do you recognize me, Layne?" She smiled at him, leaning on her leg absently. Layne's eyes traveled to her hips involuntarily. A little tremor of excitement rose in his stomach.

"Sarah?" he asked softly. She nodded and moved closer to him, giving him an impromptu hug. Layne fought with himself as she wrapped her arms around him, but the warmth of her body so near was driving him crazy.

"Oh, my gosh, Layne, I thought I'd never see you again!" she said as she released him. He thought her hand lingered a little longer than normal after the hug in his hand.

"Yeah, same here," he said. "So what have you been up to?" She smiled at him shyly.

"Lots of things… do you want to go for a walk?"
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They crossed town, chatting away about the past 3 years until they were in Layne's neighborhood.

"I'm not going to lie to you," Sarah said, looking down at her feet as they walked. "I came to the gig tonight just to see you." Layne's heart hammered into his throat. He swallowed, trying to hide his emotion at this statement.

"Really?" he asked calmly. "So when did you become my biggest fan?" She stopped walking and looked up at him, putting her hands in her pockets.

"Well, you probably don't care now," she sighed, a little nervously. "But I've got to get it off my chest after all these years." she paused, then looked straight into his eyes with sincerity. "I had the biggest crush on you, Layne… I thought you were the hottest guy in our class." she let out a huge sigh and laughed. "There, I said it." Layne felt as though his legs would buckle under him.

"Oh, my God," he said, and took her hands in his. They were still trembling with fear. "Me too." She blinked at him in disbelief.

"You too?"

"I mean, I was in love with you," he said, squeezing her hand.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He shrugged.

"I was afraid." Sarah nodded.

"Me too." For a while, neither spoke, just stared at their feet shyly. Finally Sarah broke the silence.

"So, do you still feel that way about me, Layne?" she asked. He looked at her, at the girl who had haunted him enough that for 3 years he'd turned down every single girl who'd tried to get him in bed. Layne slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her into him, pulled her mouth into his mouth for a long, passionate kiss that seemed to never stop, just keep getting passed back and forth like a gift with their tongues. Finally, Layne pulled away from her lips, feeling his penis grow hard in response to her soft moaning. "Wow," she sighed, leaning her head against his shoulder. "I wish I would have said that sooner."

"Me too." he said, and kissed her neck hungrily, not caring that they were standing in the street for all to see and that he was as hard as a piece of steel. "You are so beautiful," he whispered into her ear, still nibbling. He was pressed up against her now, with his arms around her waist, and Sarah could feel his hardness perfectly. A big boy, she deduced, as her legs began to grow weak at his kisses.

"Oh, Layne," she moaned quietly. "Do we need to go somewhere private?" He let up momentarily and looked around them at her hint. "My house is just down the street," he said. "Come on." They couldn't keep their hands off each other as they hurried down the street to Layne's house. They reached the yard and Sarah stopped.

"Layne, the lights are on." she said. "What about your parents?" He grinned at her.

"Who said we're going into the house?" he said. "I have a treehouse." Before Sarah could protest, he'd opened the back gate and she saw it up in the trees: a huge treehouse, even bigger than her parents' garage. Layne started up the ladder. "This is where I practice with the band," he said. She followed him up and looked inside.

"Wow," she breathed. All around the room were speakers and recording equipment. Layne's drum set stood in one corner, outfitted with mics. Along one wall was a large green couch and several chairs. Layne grinned at her.

"Couch?" he asked, studying her with a raised eyebrow. Sarah moaned in agreement and followed him to it, taking off her shirt as she did. "Oh, my God," Layne said, already squirming on the couch in pleasure. "Sarah, you are so sexy." She giggled and kissed him, then pulled his shirt off over his head as she mounted him, because he seemed to be letting her make the first move. Layne pushed himself against her ever harder. She could feel his heart pounding against her hands as she stroked the hair on his chest. Then with a finger she traced down his belly to his jeans and slowly unzipped his pants.

Layne suddenly looked nervous and got quiet, save for his quick breathing. He looked down at himself shyly.

"What's wrong, Layne?" Sarah asked, gyrating her hips longingly for him. Layne looked at her, his cheeks reddening.

"I-I've never done this before," he confessed softly. "I really don't know what exactly… where… you know," he added, blushing and looking down at her. Sarah stopped for a minute and touched his face compassionately, although she was quite shocked.

"Oh, Layne," she said. "I had no idea… Don't worry, you'll do fine." She kissed him gently on the neck and heard him moan again, against her lips. Then, straddling the bulge in his pants, finishing undressing for him slowly as he stared up at her hotly. With her hands on his gyrating hips, she nibbled a long trail from his neck to his nipples to his belt until Layne began to whimper softly in his passion.

"Are you ready, Layne?" she asked, rubbing up the insides of his thighs with her hands.

"Oh, God… yes!" he exclaimed, with his head thrown back, teeth clenched. He squirmed impatiently on the couch.

"Oh, Layne, you really want to, don't you?" she teased, drawing out and stroking his hard penis with her hands.

"Oh, my God!" Layne moaned, eyes and teeth clenched. "Ahhh, fuck, yes…" She was so wet now that she could tease him no longer, the way he squirmed and moaned was driving her crazy. Still holding his cock in one hand, she rocked into his body, letting it push inside her like a dream.

"Ahhh, fuck!" Layne cried, opening his eyes wide at her as he entered her body for the first time. "Oh, damn! Goddamn!" Sarah moaned as he moved steadily in and out. He seemed to be getting the hang of it, and he liked to pull all the way out and in again, just the way she liked it.

"Ohh, Layne, you are so notty…" she moaned, gritting her teeth. "Ohh, so big…" Layne whimpered a bit in his throat, and suddenly pushed his cock into her as far as it could go, obviously enjoying her encouragement.

"Ahh! Oh, God!" he panted, opening his big blue eyes wide again at her, feeling his orgasm building up, and not wanting it to end.

"Is it coming, Layne?" she asked, kissing his temples, tangling her fingers in his long hair as she did.

"No!…No," he asserted, panting heavily and squirming again from underneath her. "Ohh, fuck!" he groaned, throwing his head back in struggle.

"Ahh, come on, give it to me, Layney," Sarah urged, suckling his neck hungrily, devouring his scent. Suddenly, Layne pulled out, grasping his penis in a last effort to keep from coming. Sarah sunk into the couch below him, now smiling up at him eagerly, and let him get on top. Then it was her turn to gaze up at him, wide-eyed.

Layne's eyes fluttered up at the ceiling, then back into his head as he began to come, three hot bursts of it shooting across her belly before he could slip the impatient thing inside her again.

"Ahhh!! Ohh, yeah! FUCK, yeah!" he cried, shaking in his excitement and pumping himself in and out of her so forcefully that some of his cum foamed up around outside of her. She threw her head back and cried out as her orgasm started on top of his.

"Ohh, Layne! Ahhh, LAYNE!" Don't stop!" she cried loudly in spite of herself, hearing it penetrate the quiet night air around them and not caring one bit. "Oh, my God, don't stop!" Layne obeyed, watching her face eagerly now and pumping quickly again although his face contorted from time to time with a bit of pain.

"Are you… again?" he asked breathlessly, looking down at himself so naughtily then back up at her, his face flushed with excitement.

"Oh, God, yes!" Sarah cried, clenching her eyes and teeth together in pleasure as she came once more, loving the way he moved slower as she did, reinforcing the orgasm. "Oh, Layne! LAYNE! Fuck, so good!" Layne grit his teeth, post-coital but enjoying every throb.

Ahhh, yeahh, Sarah," he moaned, squirming again. "Daaaaamn…"

Finally they were both too tired to continue, and Layne laid his head on her chest in exhaustion and relief, heaving a long sigh. "That was amazing," he breathed, closing his eyes slowly, "Oh my God…" Sarah laughed, stroking his head.

"Yeah, no shit," she said. "You were incredible!"

"The Truth Behind Head Creeps"
WARNING: EXPLICIT FAN FICTION, MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY!
Rating: R, strong language, sexuality
Content: Layne

It was after midnight at Jerry's house, just outside Seattle. The cool, early summer night air was inviting, so the band and Sarah were outside under the stars on Jerry's spacious back porch, drinking and just lounging around after a long day in and out of the recording studio. No one was saying much, but it seemed to be just fine with everyone. Tensions had been running high all day; now they all just wanted to relax.

"Ahh, I need a place like this," Layne said, stretching from beside and slightly under Sarah in the lawn lounge chair they were sharing. He looked slowly around him and up into the stars over their heads. "You sure you don't want to sell this place, Jerry? I'll make you an offer you can't refuse." He winked at Jerry and giggled quietly at himself, taking another sip of beer.

"Hell, no!" Jerry retorted, grinning over at Layne in the chair beside him. "Where else would I be able to be AS LOUD AS I FUCKING WANT!," he yelled into the emptiness around them, heard it echo and chuckled. "Besides, I gotta have some place to get away from you guys," he added with mock disdain.

"Well, no one leaves me alone," Layne said, slipping into one of his bad moods, Sarah sensed. "You wouldn't believe some of the nutbags who try to follow me home." He shook his head, remembering, and took another swig of his beer.

"Yeah," Jerry said, and trailed off. For a while it was quiet again .before Layne spoke.

"Still, I can't wait to go home though," he sighed. "I'm beat. I'm fucking sick of recording this album."

"What are you complaining about?" Sean asked, a hint of irritation in his voice. "You only came in today for like, 20 minutes." Jerry looked up at Layne curiously.

"Is that true, Layne?" he asked, trying not to sound as exasperated as he was at the idea.

"It was for Heaven Beside You," Layne snapped, glaring at Sean. "I only sing the chorus, maybe it only TOOK me 20 minutes to get it right." Sean rolled his eyes and turned away from him.

"Ok, sorry," he replied sarcastically. Jerry was still interested in Layne's side of the story, however.

"So you haven't even done the vocals for Head Creeps yet?," he asked. "Oh, man, Layne…" Layne finished his beer and cracked open a new one, avoiding Jerry's gaze.

"Yeah, why? What are you guys up to? I'll get it done…" Jerry heaved a sigh at this.

"We're already done with Again," Jerry replied. "Dammit, Layne, it seems like we always have to wait on you to get your shit done before we can release anything. If this album gets delayed… I mean, my God, we took a long enough break didn't we?"

"I SAID I'll get it done!" Layne retorted angrily, and stood up from his chair. "I'll be done with Head Creeps tomorrow, okay?" Sean laughed aloud, rolling his eyes skyward.

"Yeah, right." Layne ignored him and turned around, helping Sarah out of the lawn chair.

"Yeah, well, I'm going home now," Layne said, glaring at both of them with his angry ice blue eyes. "Away from you." Jerry sighed but didn't look at him.

"Well, I doubt if you'll be getting anything done if you show up all fucked up, if that's what you're planning tonight." Jerry said, and instantly regretted his hurtful words. Layne threw his half full beer can at Jerry's feet in a fury.

"Oh, throw that in my face, huh?!," he cried. "Well, then,, I'll be there tomorrow, just to prove you're wrong!" With that, Layne stormed off the porch, with Sarah's hand in his.

Once back at Layne's place, he had calmed down a bit but was still feeling bitter. Sarah stayed in the kitchen for a while, out of his way, while he played video games in the main room. About 1:00 she decided to try her luck at interrupting him. It was rarely very successful. As she came around the corner, she could see him there, sitting on the floor, eyes focused fixedly on the glowing screen in front of him, controller tight in hand.

"Layne, I'm getting tired," she said softly, yawning. "I'm gonna head to bed now…"

"OK," he replied, shortly, head jerking as he got into his character's actions on the screen.

"Mmm, of course," she said, tousling his hair as she walked behind him towards the bedroom. "You can join me if you feel up to it." He nodded, obviously not completely getting every word.

"Yeah, ok." Sarah sighed.

"You might have a long day tomorrow, you know," she added, gazing at the back of his head and hoping it will break his trance to the screen. "You sure you don't want to come to bed now?" She rubbed his back slowly and watched him squirm with contentment at her touch. Bingo.

"Oh, ok, Sarah…. Just hold on a minute…I'll…be….," he trailed off, still focused on the screen . Sarah sat down behind him and suckled the curls at the back of his neck gently, getting a little tongue on his neck on purpose as she did. Layne groaned, first at her teasing, then as his character met its demise on the screen. "Aww, fuck, see what you made me do?" he whined, dropping his controller with disgust. Sarah chuckled. He whipped around to face her, and tackled her to the ground playfully, kissing her neck and face aggressively as he pinned her down. Sarah laughed and pretended to want to escape. She didn't want to.

"Layne! Let me go!," she laughed as he kissed her eyelids frantically, holding her arms back by her head on the floor.

"No," he replied, smiling mischievously, "Not until you've worn me out, I won't." She giggled and tickled up his leg with her foot, watching him grow hard in his jeans as she squirmed below.

"Hmmm, well, let's see what you got there, big boy," she teased. Layne released one arm, long enough to smile at her knowingly and go for his zipper. Sarah jumped up and ran to the couch, his other hand still grasping her arm.

"Oooh, that's it," he growled, smiling naughtily. "You're really gonna get it now." Sarah scooted back up against the couch, bending her knees up to her chest as he drew closer, pushing them tighter against her chest and her back against the couch with his body.

"Ohh, what am I gonna get, Layney?" she asked, drawing his cock out of his pants and rubbing it slowly while he pushed back her skirt and rubbed himself against her panties.

"Mmmm, you're gonna get it, alright," he said. "Right on this fucking couch." He pushed inside her roughly, pinning her all the way against the couch with his thrusting. Sarah moaned and rocked against him. Layne stayed inside her, pushing her against the couch with his force in exchange of the complete in and out thrusts he usually did to her.

"Oh my God, Layne," Sarah moaned, through grit teeth. "Do it to me, hard, just take it out on me." Layne grunted deeply in his throat at this, and quickened his pace at her words before pushing inside her harder, so absorbed in his lovemaking that at every thrust he moaned, almost angrily, in his throat. "Ooooh, yeah," Sarah continued, "That's it…. Oh my God….Get mad, Layne." He did, groaning louder with each push inside her, deeper and harder until she could only writhe further into the couch with approaching orgasm. "OH, LAYNE… it's coming, Layne…" Layne opened his eyes wide at her before they slipped back into his head, seemingly against his will.

"Ahhh, Sarah, I want to feel it…," he said, gyrating his hips against hers while his sex throbbed inside her. Layne looked into her eyes again, then back up at the ceiling, gritting his teeth tightly. "Ohhh, you're making me cum….," he said, almost whimpering. The sound of his voice so helpless amid the forcefulness of his thrusts was just too much for her; it pushed her over the edge violently.

"OHHH LAYNE, LAYYYYYYNE!!!!" she cried, throwing her head back quickly, unable to move against his body. Layne gasped as she came around him, letting his orgasm finally come, on top of hers.

"AHHH!! AHHH!! AHHHHHHHHOHH!! Ahhhhh!" he cried out, vocalizing each burst as it shot out of him hotly into her body, and throbbed inside her until it was too much for him, and he laid his head on her shoulder in exhaustion.

"Oh my God," Sarah panted, against his hair. "I've never heard you get off like that before, that was so fucking hot." Layne turned his head enough to look up at her with his heavy-lidded eyes.

"That's because I've never got off like that before," he breathed heavily. "When you told me to get mad…Damn, I did…" He closed his eyes and smiled, much like a tired little boy who needs to be put to bed, she thought. Sarah sighed dreamily at the memory of it.

"Oh fuck yeah, you sure DID," she replied. For a while they laid so quietly on the couch, not speaking, just enjoying the closeness of each other's arms that they both soon nodded off to sleep.

They slept well into the morning, entangled on the couch together. Around noon Sarah awoke, and stretched as timidly as she could without disturbing Layne, but he began to stir as well.

"Aw, good morning, naughty boy," she said, spanking his ass softly with a hand, squinting at the clock. "Or is it afternoon?" Layne moaned and stretched, his semi-erection rubbing against her for a minute, reminding her very vividly of the night before. She sighed and kissed him, cuddling up again, not wanting their embrace to end. He moaned again, eyes still closed.

"I wish we could stay here instead of going to the studio again," he said, regretfully. Sarah kissed his eyelids softly.

"Yeah, but you promised, Layne." With that he opened his eyes, beginning to glint with determinism.

"I sure did."

None of the other band members had shown up yet for whatever they were planning to do, Layne noticed, and looked very proud of himself that he had beat them all there, after all the trash talking that went on at Jerry's last night. Sarah and Layne found the sound engineer and went to the sound room to work on the vocals for Head Creeps. As was the custom, Layne told the sound engineer that he wanted to experiment with several parts of the song first before recording. Very sexy, and quite appropriate, Sarah thought, sitting in the engineering room, watching and hearing Layne be "experimental." Finally, after working on the end of the song for 30 minutes and not finding any "experiment" he'd liked, Layne tore off the headphones and came into the sound room in frustration.

"I want it to sound angrier," he said to the engineer. "I just can't get it to sound right." The word flipped a switch in Sarah's mind, and she glanced up at Layne with an inhibited smile over the engineer's shoulder.

"Well, what do you want to do?" the engineer asked him. Layne's eyes settled on Sarah; he smiled wide suddenly.

"Uh, I don't know. Let's take a quick break and maybe I'll come up with something," he said.

"Okay," the engineer said. "I'm going to get a Coke then." Layne nodded, his eyes still on Sarah.

"Alright." After he left, Layne grinned at her.

"Well?" he asked. "What makes you so happy all of a sudden? What are you thinking about?" He came to her and kissed her roughly on the lips, only encouraging her idea.

"Oh, you know," she said. "If you want it to sound angrier, well, then you just have to… get mad, Layne." She looked up at him, as the memories registered from last night and his smile widened.

"You want it right here in the engineering room?" he asked softly, looking around them as if sizing the room up. Then he kind of stopped, searching her. "But he will be back in here in less than 5 minutes." Sarah shook her head at this.

"No, I mean in the sound booth," she said. "I could be in there the whole time and he wouldn't even be able to see me." Layne grinned at her again.

"Let's go," he said, looking at his watch. They both scampered to the sound booth and sure enough, the window towards the engineering room was only from the chest up. Sarah kissed him and with a wink, slid down to the floor at his feet, running her hands down his jeans as she did, enjoying the look of surprise on Layne's face.

"I'll be down here," she said, grinning up at him. Layne returned her smile and gazed down at her, glancing up once in a while to see if the sound engineer had come back.

"Oh, yeah?," he teased. "What are you going to do down there?" Sarah rubbed the bulge in his pants, enjoying his helpless squirming.

"Make you mad," she replied, taking his zipper in her teeth.

"Oh, God…" Layne said, shifting his weight with pleasure as his pants were unzipped slowly. He glanced up at the door quickly. "He's back." he whispered, through already clenched teeth. Sarah could hear the sound engineer's voice come in over the speakers in the little booth.

"Okay, are you ready to go now, Layne?" he asked over the speaker. Sarah chuckled softly to herself.

"Yeah, Layne, are you ready to go now?" she whispered, and saw Layne's face redden a bit.

"Yeah," Layne answered him. "Let's do this." The music started and she started stroking him, coaxing it out of his pants slowly. Impressively, Layne didn't miss a single cue, and only squirmed as if he was simply getting into his song on a stage. His hardness seemed to know her intention, however.

She waited until he stopped singing for a moment, then licked his balls and up his shaft, so as not to make him jump too badly. Layne took it pretty well; inhaled deeply, clenched his eyes shut as if in concentration and continued to fidget, but didn't stop the song. After much slow, fidget-inducing licking, Sarah took him in her mouth, licking up the bottom of his length as she did until his feet began to paw the floor in front of her.

Amazingly, Layne gasped a little harder as she did this, but continued to sing his part. By the end of the second chorus, however, he had to put his hands in his pockets in his ever-increasing need to fidget, probably to keep from crying out something incriminating. His moans on the bridge did sound very convincing. Sarah suckled him harder, hoping to make his screams at the end just as convincing. Layne had begun to breathe more heavily between phrases; his face looked almost pained. Then, just before his last line, she gave him one long, hard suck, complete with tight lips as she moved her head back and forth avidly, trying to time his orgasm just where he needed it for the music. Layne complied, and began to throb just after the last verse.

He gasped and screamed loudly into the microphone, as convincing as the moans had been, shooting his hot, generous load down her throat in many long bursts. After he came, he thrust himself hard into her mouth, forgetting all about the sound engineer in the next room, and continued screaming with the music until the end of the song. The music stopped immediately, and the sound man came into the booth with a look of shock on his face.

"Layne, what the fuck is going on h-" he started, but only got as far as just inside the doorway before he saw Sarah, licking her lips still wet with Layne's cum, and stopped. "Whoa, what the FUCK!," the engineer said, unable to elaborate or say anything else. Layne, still feeling euphoric from his orgasm, just stared back at him with a tranquil smile on his face.

"Yeah, whoa, is right…I need a cigarette, man," he laughed, zipping up his jeans and pulling Sarah to her knees in front of him. "See ya in a few." With that they both exited the sound booth, letting the door swing shut behind them and the sound engineer with his mouth to the floor.

"Whining and Dining"
WARNING: EXPLICIT FAN FICTION, MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY!
Rating: R, strong sexuality, mild language
Content: Layne

After a long afternoon of lovemaking, Layne decides to treat you to dinner at a local restaurant... as if he needs to treat you to ANYTHING after today, but hell, Burgis is generous....

So both of you shower up (at the same time, heehee, hey, saves water and kills two birds with one stone)and get in the car, Layne being a destracting notty boy by nibbling your neck the whole way while you drive... of course, you probably are encouraging him a little bit with your hand working his Staley like a stick-shift (and you drive an automatic, silly!!)

NEway... The both of yas arrive at the restaurant pretty excited but with all your clothes on. (A pretty dynamic feat) and choose a table pretty secluded from the rest of the guests to eat at. The two of you, routinely exchanging kisses and squeezing each other legs and other eh… limbs from under the table, have only had the time to enjoy your drinks, when Layne announces that he has to go take a piss and starts to get up from the table. You, however, seize your opportunity without missing a beat, taking Layne's hand quickly, causing him to look down at you with a slightly confused look on his little Burg fayce. "What?" he asks you. You just smile… very slowly, trying to convey to him the deeeeelicious idea that just popped inside your head… Layne looks shocked at first, but then returns your slow smile as the idea smacking around in your eyes begins to sink in and sound really really notty and gooooood… you even notice a semi-hardening going on in his pants as he stands there looking down at you.. ARGGGGGGG

An even better idea pops in your head at this moment, and you tug again on his arm, getting him to sit back down in his chair in front of you, whining in protest a little bit, but ooooh, secluded table, perfect place for you to slip out of your shoes and tickle his hardening cock and balls from under the table with your toes… Layne continues to protest, (all the while beginning to roll his eyes in his head and smiling shyly) says dammit, he really has to piss and this is not helping… so naturally you continue, running your toes slowly up and down his length, feeling him harden further inside his pants as you tease, and ask him, just to clarify, if he REALLY needs to go… Layne, groaning and squirming with his eyes up in his head replies, YES, REALLY… You are about ready to reach down under the table and unzip him, you know, just to really, really clarify, when Layne gets up again and fucking ESCAPES from the table towards the restroom.. Of course you follow and race him to the men's room, bursting in and not caring whether or not who the fuck is in there-- You are a girl on a mission, dammit-- and pull him into the room with you, slamming the door and locking it behind him. One of the walls has a two-sided mirror on it, and you can see people on the other side in the crowded section of the restaurant from inside the bathroom.

Poor Layne, squirming like a toddler, looks at you wide-eyed as you lean back against the urinal, facing him, and strip down to nothing, then undo his belt and pants as he stands there, kissing your neck passionately and clutching himself at the same time in a beautiful mental dance of indecision….*pantpantpant*…..You continue to tease him, suckling his nipples and chest hair in your mad arousal over him, running your fingertips up his legs and hips as he squirms, wanting to be relieved in more than one way at this point and moaning helplessly against your lips as they travel up his neck, your tongue snaking around the side of it to his hair, mmmmm, tastes so gooooooooood….

But your hands are still busy, spanking his notty Staley as he protests that, dammit, you're not helping, but oHhoohohhhh, etc… Yeah, Layne, you make no sense ;P… so you continue tickling his tastey parts as you kiss and suck and lick, flicking your tongue into his ear, making him giggle obscenities as you teeeeeaaassseeee…until with a loud moan against your mouth you feel his hot piss begin to hit your belly with such steaming burning force that you almost think it is carving a tattoo…Layne is actually moaning out in pleasure between tightly clenched teeth, his hips gyrating slowly as he releases onto your body helplessly, eyes rolling up into his head and closing them just as slowly. WHAT a beautiful sight… you reach up to his face with both hands and pull his head back down towards you.. He opens his eyes, at half-mast with pleasure and relief that you finally let him go, you mean, mean thing you, and watches as you take his cock in your hands and direct his still forceful stream up your chest and neck, moaning in pleasure yourself at the unbelievable hotness of it, then flicking the last drops at your lips and tongue, which you, moaning in ecstasy, lick off slowly as he watches you… almost an anger fills his eyes, with a delicious mischievous smile showing on top of it… You smile and begin to jack him off as he kisses you again, rough as hell on the neck and breasts, growling in his throat.. Oooooooh, Layney wants to play ROUGH…. *grin*

In one smooth move, he lifts your legs up and around his waist, pushing you against the wall as he props your body up on the rock hard Staley between his legs… you gasp as it enters you HARD, with such a force, you feel all of his inches inside you in an instant and cannot muffle your voice as you cry his name helplessly as he takes you Layner-banger style right there, against the wall and urinal he so hotly missed, heehee *evil laughter complete with horns*

Layne pants heavily in his throat as he takes you, harder and harder until the back of your legs rest against his sweating chest in your pleasure, wanting every inch impossible of that throbbing thing inside you… You lose it, cumming from such rough lovemaking and take his tongue into your mouth, sucking and kissing it as you climax. Layne continues rocking your body up and against the wall, moaning a little softer and with urgency into your mouth as he also begins to fidget with approaching orgasm, then holds you against the wall with nothing but his hands and his erupting sex, cumming into you with the same scalding force of his pissing… just… cannon-like dammit…. Moaning your name and panting heavily, then kissing your face and neck and closed eyelids as he withdraws, thanking you for the nottiest, most *cough* urgent sex he has ever had…

"Burgis in the tub"
WARNING: EXPLICIT FAN FICTION, MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY!
Rating: R, strong sexuality, mild language
Content: Layne

You awaken well-rested and LAYNED from the night before, when you and your Burgis exchanged many a slippery bodily fluid.... *GRIN*... for once his hand is not in your panties, LOL, he is curled up and sleeping behind you, arms wrapped around your waist contentedly. Your legs have stagnated (got stiff... sorry, English major),however, so you give them a little stretch, not wanting to wake Layney up beside you... he is light sleeper though, and stretches awake also, kissing the back of your neck sleepily... you kiss back, of course, and play around for a little bit (as is custom when in bed with playful Burgis)until the *Staley* has been thoroughly spanked, stroked and is getting quite interested in poking you in the belly... nevertheless, you arise (LOL) and announce you are going to take a bath, just to make Layney squirm in your absense with a big rise in his Levi's... He gives you a look of impishness as you walk to the bathroom, returning his gaze...
Of course Layney follows you in, kissing you again, from behind at the tub, by the time you have the water started... but you slip in the tub before he can slip in, heehee, and give him a notty look from inside the tub... you can be a tease also *wink*... Layne once again joins you, kissing and suckling your breasts as also he teases you with his hard Layneness, pushing in a little bit at a time along with the hot water around you in the tub, then pulling out and poking in again... Burgis is driving you crazy :O, so you decide to return the favor ;D

You begin by kissing his hair, suckling on the strands and massaging it with your wet hands...Layney responds by rolling his eyes towards the ceiling and moaning your name... loves to have his hair played with, especially with wet hands, heehee... You kiss his neck out to the back of it, trying to get him to turn it, and his back to you...Layney, being a sex god, responds obediently (*cough* for once ;D)... then, while still massaging his hair with your fingers and kisses, you grab the bottle of shampoo behind you and work it into his hair from your hands, rubbing your body against his as you do because you, after all, are also a damn tease...you learn from the best...

You wrap your legs around his waist and he strokes them firmly in return, moaning and leaning his head back to you as you wash his silky curls... leaning back far enough so that you can kiss his lips also.... and see his eyes rolling into his head once more as he, in "defeat", takes his Layneness in his hands and starts jerking it off to your massaging... Hmmm, Layney likes getting his hair washed, heehee

He is now leaning all the way back against you, with his head in your lap as you work the poor innocent water back into his hair to rinse it... kissing your breasts above him in his escasty as he satisfies himself in your arms... announcing he is going to cum any minute... you lean forward in eager anticipation (as his tongue does notty things to your womanly anatomy as the two of you reach full 69-position :O)of the Layney water gun, tongue poised and ready... Burgis squirms as you react to his oral pleasure, licking his length but not completely taking him into the mouth yet... until he cums... firing his special "conditioner" onto your lips, which you lick clean and open for another several bursts... before taking his head into your mouth and sucking hard until he cries aloud and squirms his Burg butt up and down the slippery tub in his nottiness.... AWWWW... boys are fun... :D

Finally you are both worn out and *sigh* satisfied, and Layne leans back, resting his head against your shoulder in the tub as you two touch and kiss each other tenderly in the hot water and whatever else is in the water at this point, sharing big fat grins and few words.... if you want to be really notty to your Burgis, you tousle Layne's wet hair again, with your tongue ;D *KERPOWIE*

"Black Hole Sun... Won't you *come*?" (Lollapalooza Circa 1992... a bad fan fiction story by Sarah)
WARNING: EXPLICIT FAN FICTION, MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY!
Rated: R, strong sexuality and language
Content: Layne, Chris

The whole day was a dream as she had expected it would be, leading up to and even 5 minutes before the concert started. The fact that she'd won backstage passes through T95 to see them didn't help the dreamlike qualities.

Up front and center, with the rest of the T95 VIP's (all 5 of them) Sarah got to enjoy the brimming sexuality of Layne Staley's stage performance, being only 3 feet from the man's feet. Maybe they'd clicked even then, shallowly, primal-like, just two people of the opposite sex with lanky, sexy bodies and a love of freestyle headbanging. Whatever it was, when AIC were finished, Soundgarden had played and gone, and the Red Hot Chili Peppers had rounded out their set, she was still throbbing for him in more ways than one, and intended to make good on it with her visit backstage.

After collecting a rummage of autographs and photos, Sarah made her way around backstage with Jerry Cantrell, who had generously offered her a tour. Now they approached a door from which bass emitted.

"Here it is, ladies and gents," Jerry said, motioning to the door, "the chill room." They went inside, greeting by the image of Layne, Mike and Kim Thayil talking lazily, drinking beers and listening to a Motorhead CD over the speakers. Mike turned it down with the remote as they walked in, politely.

"Hey, a chick," Kim said, somewhat sarcastically, met with an angry glance from Mike. Sarah ignored him and turned to Jerry, who introduced her to the guys. Sarah, trying not to appear obvious, sat next to Layne somewhat awkwardly.

"Do you want anything to drink?" Jerry asked.

"A Hard Mike's would be good to find," Sarah said with a grin, acknowledging Mike's approving nod down the row. Jerry took off with her order, leaving them alone. Sarah looked at the group beside her out of the corner of her eye. Kim looked almost annoyed, staring off at a wall, making love to his beer. Mike rested his head back against the couch, sighing. Layne just stared ahead, subtly bobbing his head to the quieted sounds of Motorhead.

"Wow, Motorhead," Sarah said, itching to break the silence, "Been awhile since I've listened to this." Layne nodded, then responded quietly after a minute.

"Hey, whatever loud shit we can find works, as long as its not ours," he paused, motioning to Kim, "or theirs." He laughed that childish Layney giggle.

"Yeah, I know you Soundgarden guys are big Motorhead fans... I guess its true," Sarah said, wanting kinder words from Kim. Nothing. Mike turned to her in the silence, grinning.

"You know what? You're probably the first coherent fan we've had in this room." He turned to the other guys, "you guys think so?" Sarah laughed.

"Thanks, well, don't be offended that I'm not jumping off the walls or anything," she added. "I wore myself out at the concert, I'm tired." Kim laughed.

"You're tired," he snickered into his beer, finished it off and bounced it off the wall into the trash can. "Whatever." Mike glared at him.

"Kim, chill out man. We're all tired." The guitarist sighed as he got up off the couch.

"Yeah, well, its been fun," he said unconvincingly, "but I gotta go take a piss." Mike shook his head a bit but said nothing back. Jerry caught the door from Kim's leaving, a beer in each hand. Sarah thanked him as he handed her a Hard Mike's Lemonade. Mike turned to her.

"Just ignore Kim, he thinks every girl who comes in here after a show wants a good fuck, you know." Sarah nodded, a little knot tightening in her stomach.

"I understand," she said, feeling guilty. Out of the corner of her eye, Layne studied her.

"I like your rings," he said, taking her wrist closer to him in a sudden act of bravery. "I could tell which hands were yours now with this on," he chuckled, spinning an AIC-logo-style sun ring around her finger.

"Thanks," Sarah giggled, blushing and blown away that Layne was holding her hand in his. "You probably don't like this one much, do you?" she asked, showing him a snake ring on her other hand. Layne grinned.

"Oh, great," he said, "Now you're gonna make fun of me over Headbanger's Ball." Sarah laughed again, shaking her head.

"Actually, I just saw the Angry Chair video at the hotel last night. I thought you faced your fear rather well in that." Layne fidgeted with her ring almost shyly.

"Thanks," he said, "It is pretty" he added, drawing his attention back to the snake encircling her finger.

"I've always liked snakes myself," Sarah said, looking up as the door opened and slammed shut behind Chris Cornell, who flopped down on the couch beside them heavily, dropping his pack of cigarettes.

"Geez, fucking station jerks never shut up," he complained, popping open a beer. Layne's face lit up with a naughty smile.

"Well, Chris likes snakes." he said, beaming at his joke.

"Yeah, trouser snakes," said Jerry from across the room, grabbing an ashtray. Chris laughed.

"No, just yours, Cantrell," he said, studying Sarah as if he'd just noticed she was there. "How you doin'?" he asked, obviously a little buzzed from multiple beers.

"Great..." Sarah replied, laughing. Mmmm, surrounded by hot guys...

Chris turned to Layne and punched his shoulder, reaching around her back.

"This one's sweet for you, Layne," he said, grinning. "I can tell." Sarah laughed, feeling her face turn red.

"Well, duh, Chris," Mike said, "He's blond and he's a singer. Layne even turns me on." The guys laughed. Sarah blushed, and glanced over at Layne, who was a little reddened as well. Chris elbowed her a bit.

"Come on, admit it, you want Layne's body right now," Sarah laughed, raised her eyebrows at Chris jokingly, but she couldn't deny it. Oh, sweet torture...

Chris hooted with laughter, just completely buzzed. Her lack of an answer had pushed him over the edge. She stole a glance at Layne, only to find him staring directly into her eyes, eyelids half-mast, shaking his head slowly at Chris' joking, but with a nice satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"Is he always like this?" Sarah asked, glancing over Layne down the couch for Mike and Jerry, but they were nowhere to be seen.

"Come on, Layne, kiss her or something," Chris continued, "I want some answers." Sarah turned to the dark-haired man beside her, smiling flirtaciously.

"Something tells me you'd get a kick out of that, Chris." He looked at her, bringing his beer up to his lips slowly. As the can came down, he licked his full lips at her slowly, but didn't answer. After a minute, Chris looked away. Tease.

"Come on, Layne," he continued, staring at the wall. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her thigh, calmly moving up and down. She turned to Layne, who smiled, blushing but studying her eyes. His long blond eyelashes lowered, deepening the blue of his eyes. His hand slid around her waist and into her hair, up to her neck where he led her into a kiss, lips parting slightly at first, then opening wide as his tongue tapped her lips. Layne moaned slightly into her mouth as she realized her hand rested on the fly of his jeans, hardening beneath her fingers.

"Oh, god, Layne..." she whispered, looking down at her hand and the rise in his levis that was driving her wild.

"Fuck, you turn me on," he murmured back, fidgeting slightly. "Do you want my hard cock inside of you?" Sarah moaned, nodding as she got lost in his eyes again, and felt herself pull of her shirt. Layne complied, licking her nipples lightly while unzipping his pants. She watched fixedly as he opened his boxers and drew it out, watching her back with a naughty little smile the entire time.

"Damn, Layne, so sexy..." she said, wrapping her legs around his waist as she undid her pants as well. Layne's eyes fluttered into his head as the heat surrounded his hardness. He slipped a couple fingers inside her before letting his cock in slowly, inch by inch. "Oh, Layne, fill me up," she moaned into his chest as he entered, on top of her, his chest hair and erect nipples tickling her cheek.

"You like that?" he asked softly, moaning rhythmically with his thrusts, hard and slow.

"Fuck, Layne, oh yes..." Only faintly she could hear the sound of other rhythmic breathing, and then she recognized it was Chris' as he sat on the couch across from them, jerking off with his head thrown back at the ceiling. And how good he looked then almost disturbed her, while with Layne's manhood pushing in her she studied this dark, long-haired, bare-chested man masturbating with reckless abandon, only his pants unzipped. And for some reason having an audience sent a naughty chill down her spine. It pushed her to the edge of orgasm immediately. "Layne, dammit, don't stop, oh..." she said through grit teeth, winding her fingertips in his soft blond curls.

"Are you gonna come for me?" he gasped, quickening his pace and gazing at her with his deep blue eyes. Sarah writhed underneath him, eyes shut.

"Mmm, oh yeah, yeah..." she opened her eyes again and noticed Chris staring at her hotly, cock in hand, and a nice little O-face starting to register across his eyes.

"Come here," she grinned at him, "I want you both." The added pleasure of not one, but two sexy men was driving her nuts. As Chris stood over her, open-mouthed, thrusting into his own hands as he played with himself, she felt herself begin to come around Layne's thick penis, collecting moans and a delicious eye-roll heavenward from the sexy blond frontman.

"Oh, Layney, I want it on me," she cried breathlessly, as he began to spill inside her, then whipped it out obediently and shook his cum over her belly in white-hot bursts, head up at the ceiling so she could only see his blond goatee and hear his gasping. Then she licked up Chris' shaft to the head, sucking it hard until he, too, was gasping.

"Damn, yeah, fuckin' suck it," Chris whispered, squirming and finally coming, messily across her chin before she could get around his cock. Layne had sat on his knees at her feet, in exhaustion, running his hand down his length shyly as he watched them. So shyly, in fact, that when she'd looked over at him (after wiping the majority of Chris' cum off her face) that he'd stopped and merely stared back at her with embarassment.

"I saw that, Staley," she said, grinning and spanking his butt before he could protest, winning a giggle from Chris. Layne just looked at her, still obviously orgasmic... and winked.

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The next day, Sarah paid the backstage several visits, meeting other members of the bands in the process. Every time she went by the infamous "chill room" a nice little.. well... chill would fly down her spine at the memories. It was before the shows that evening, so she knew most of the guys would be soundchecking, working out performance details as they changed sets. Some guys were probably not even there, enjoying their freedom out on the road by getting away from the stage.

Still, the halls seemed eerily quiet. She helped herself to some snacks left in the chill room and sat down for a minute on one of the couches. Oooh, this was the one Chris was on last night when he was...

"What's up?" a man's voice came out of nowhere at her and Sarah turned around to face Flea, who shut the door behind them.

"Oh, just sitting around, hoping someone would be around to hang out with today. This place is quiet as hell."

"Yeah," he said, grabbing a beer and turning on the stereo, "I think the Soundgarden guys might be around, but Jerry and those guys went out somewhere. If you want to hang out with us, we're on stage doing soundcheck now," he sat down and kind of made a face. "Fucking hot outside, though. I needed this," he grinned, holding up his beer at her. Sarah laughed.

"Sweet, I'll check it out. So you guys are first tonight?" The bassist slurped his beer.

"Yep. Then one more day and this crap is over for a while," he sighed at her as if for explanation, "I hate touring." Sarah nodded, zoning out to the radio. Comfortably Numb... Pink Floyd.

Flea kicked the couch with the bass line of the song, then stopped suddenly, reached down, and picked up a pack of cigarettes off the floor.

"Damn," he said, "Marlboro Menthol Lights. Somebody's trying to quit smoking." Sarah looked at them, the image of Chris' hard landing on the couch suddenly fresh in her mind, cigarette pack landing on the floor as heavy as he'd hit the couch.

"I think those are Chris'," she said, "I saw him in here with them last night." Flea tossed them over.

"Well, he's got a couple left... You know where his trailer is?" She shook her head. No, of course not, because if I did... He pointed down the hallway beside them.

"Head outside, all the way near the security fence. He should be in the brownish one... those guys were up late." She nodded, all kinds of delicious thoughts flooding her mind... Yeah, probably, up late, really craving a cigarette for one thing, and left the room.

Outside by the trailers there didn't seem to be any activity, but she walked all the way out to the brownish one anyway to be sure. Just as quiet as the rest. Sarah climbed up the metal stairs and knocked on the door, which flew open to the inside. Startled, she peeked inside, and seeing nothing right away, looked for a place to set the cigarettes (since there was not a clean spot in sight). Beer cans spotted the counter, along with random clothes, sheets of paper and take-out bags. She almost chuckled out loud to herself at the sight of it, but something caught her ear, some kind of a soft sigh, maybe. From where she stood, she could see a door open a crack down the end of the trailer.

"Um..." she said, clearing her throat a tad, "Hello? Anyone here?" No response, but again, a sound like sighing could be faintly heard. Yes, definitely. Somebody was here. Cautiously, Sarah walked down to the cracked-open door to see, but she didn't have to. From where she stood in the hallway, she could see Chris sitting on the edge of the bed, side to her, with one hand busy in his boxers. On his head was a pair of headphones, a Discman beside him. Sarah could hardly breathe, let alone move. Though every voice in her head told her back up, get out of here, there was nothing she could physically do... but watch.

Another sigh came from his mouth, a nice dreamy smile playing across his lips. Once in a while, his eyebrows would flutter, but eyes remained closed while he fantasized quietly. She felt herself fill with guilt, and at the same time, wild desire. Her own hands began to clutch at her thighs, hips and neck as she watched. Her legs became weak with lust. All she could think of was the sensation last night of his length in her mouth... and suddenly it was overwhelming.

Quietly, even though he wore headphones, she entered the bedroom and stood in front of him, slowly removing her shirt as she did. The funniest expression of surprise, mortification and then lust came across his face when he opened his eyes, and he ripped off the headset.

"Holy shit," he said, still obviously embarassed as hell, "Fuck..." Sarah grinned wider, and put a finger to his lips.

"Just do to me what you wanna do," she said, "what we wanna do." She unzipped her jeans and let them fall around her ankles, watching Chris' eyes follow them down, then back up her frame and to her face, taking note of how quickly his cock hardened again in the process. She shrugged her shoulders, letting the bra straps slide down her arms, and leaned into him, inhaling the somewhat smoky smell of his body, the organic scent of his hair as she wound her fingers in it. He took the clue, nibbling and licking at her nipples as the falling bra exposed them.

"Yeah," she said, grinding into his lap onto his hard sex, "You wanted this last night, didn't you?... And all you had to do was ask." He moaned into her neck and felt his way down her back to her butt, pulling down the thong. She kicked it off, pushing him back to the bed, until he was staring up at her, long dark hair messy around his face, ocean-colored eyes transfixed. Slowly she let him slip in, watching his eyelids droop with pleasure as he did.

"Oh, fuck, you're so hot," he moaned quietly. She squeezed her legs around his waist, loving the extra tension and the torture it was to ride this man's cock so slowly.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" she whispered, teeth clenched. Damn, this isn't going to take long!

"Fuck, yeah," Chris sighed, eyes rolling skyward.

"Tell me what you're thinking about," she said, riding him harder with the thought, "what you thinking about when I walked in here." He smiled, face of passionate aggression.

"How badly I wanted to fucking take you..."

"Take me... you mean last night? Well, you're taking me now, Chris...fucking take me!" She rolled over to her back, letting him on top and the dark hair fall around his face. He looked her in the eyes and started thrusting harder, sending them both moaning. "Yeah, do it hard, fuck me, Chris," she said, noticing the extra thrust he put into it when she said his name. Chris grit his teeth a bit.

"You want me to cum on you?" he asked. Damn, don't want it to end...

"I want you to cum inside me," she said, squirming a bit at the thought of it. Speeding up, she thought, oh no...

"Okay," he said, panting, then moaning louder as he threw his head back in pleasure, spilling to hot inside her.

"Mmmm, oh fuck," she said, enjoying the urgency of his orgasm, "Oh yes, Chris... " They laid there for a while before he pulled out and flopped down on the bed.

"Damn, I need a cigarette," he said. Sarah laughed.

"Well, then it's a good thing I dropped by," she said, tossing the pack on the bed.

That night it was hard to watch Black Hole Sun without smiling... "Won't you come?"

Future site of Sarah's horrid fan fiction collection!



.... starring a lot of these tastey boys!

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