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Take Me Home, Country Roads. James Hetfield X Fem!Reader

“I hear her voice in the morning hours, she calls me. The radio reminds me of my home far away.”

(the words that are bolded are a flashback!!)

word count: 2,683

warnings: age gap (James is 27 and reader is like 22-23), country James, public sex??, makeout sesh, p in v sex (PROTECTED!! FINALLY!!)

Everyone in town knew him. The second they saw that black Chevrolet 454SS driving down the dirt road, all of the girls followed behind his truck barefoot and in their short denim shorts and bathing suit tops trying to see where he was staying at and try and see if it had any availability - even though their homes were right down the street.

The last time he was here, I had just started my job at the diner and only seen him outside talking to some girls. My dad worked on his farm and my mom was a librarian, meaning by the time they got home I was leaving for work. But yesterday I had seen him drive past me as I walked to work and we made eye contact for a split second and when I got to work I recognized the black truck in the parking lot.

“Hey, I got a table over there for you. Only one guy, shouldn’t be too much trouble.” Terri said and pointed over to the table, I turned my head and saw the familiar face and sighed. I grabbed a menu and walked over to him. “Welcome, here's a menu. Can I get you started with something to drink?” I said and set the menu down in front of him. “You guys serve alcohol?” He asked “We have beer? Only in cans…” I replied “I’ll take a Budweiser.” he replied, “Great, I’ll be back with that shortly.” I said, smiled, and walked back behind the counter. I grabbed the beer and walked back over to his table and set the beer down on the table and opened it.

“Decide what you want to eat yet?” I asked, “I’ll just have some fries.” He said and closed the menu and handed it to me. I noticed the notebook he had in front of him and a pen, “Whatcha writin’?” I asked “Trying to come up with song lyrics, but nothin’’s comin’ to me.” he said and rubbed his head “Well there’s plenty of inspiration around town if that kinda stuff helps you.” I said and smiled, “Thanks…” he looked at my name tag “…Y/N.” he said and smiled “Your welcome stranger.” I said and walked to the kitchen to get the fries.

I stepped into the kitchen and saw Terri and Paul (the cook) standing there smiling and looking at me. “What?” I asked, “You sure were gettin’ friendly with Mr. Hetfield out there.” Terri said and grinned even more “Mr. Hetfield?” I asked “James Hetfield? Lead singer of Metallica? Grammy winner? Millionaire?” Paul said, looking slightly offended. “Doesn’t ring a bell,” I said and set the menu down and walked over to the fries and picked them up. “I’m sure your daddy listens to his band, you probably should too. He’s quite famous ‘round here.” Terri said and smiled as I walked out of the kitchen.

“Here's your fries!” I said and handed them to him. “Thanks,” he said and smiled. I looked back at his notebook again and noticed some words written down. “Looks like you got something there.” I said and pointed to his notebook “Yeah, just a starting point. You like music?” he asked “Love it.” I replied he leaned back against the booth he was sitting in, “Who do you like?” he asked, I thought for a moment “I like The Doors, Black Sabbath, Fleetwood Mac…” I replied, “Yeah there good, you listen to anything heavier than that?” He asked and smirked “I’m sure I’ve listened to some of your songs if that's what you’re implying.” I replied and laughed.

James laughed “I couldn’t tell if you were catching on to who I was.” he said “I knew who you were, I just assumed you didn’t want me to make a big deal out of it.” I replied “You’re right. Every other girl here has been jumping on me and yelling in my ear. It’s nice to meet someone a little tamer.” He said and smiled. Suddenly the kitchen door swung open and Terri walked over to the table, “Hello! Sorry, this one right here loves to talk everyone’s ear off!” Terri put her hand on my shoulder “I’m sure you need to get back to whatever you’re up to Mr. Hetfield so I’ll bring you the bill now.” Terri smiled and kept her hand on my shoulder as she walked me back into the kitchen.

“What the hell?” I asked her “You need to be careful with rockstars like that, they want one thing and one thing only. I’m just lookin’ out for ya dear that's all.” Terri said “I guess you’re right. Thanks Ter.” I said and smiled “Your welcome baby, I’m gonna go give him his check and your shift ends in about ten minutes but - I’ll let ya leave early. It’s already past midnight.” she said and grabbed his check off the counter and walked out of the kitchen.

I grabbed my bag and clocked out before walking out of the back door and starting my walk back home. After five minutes or so I heard the hum of a truck and turned my head to see James driving up next to me. He stopped the truck and rolled down the window “Need a ride home?” he asked “Uhh, sure! Thanks!” I got in the truck and set my bag in my lap. I gave him the directions to get to my house and for most of the ride it was silent, but I could see out of the corner of my eye James looking at me. “Soo..” I began “How long are you gonna be in town?” I asked him “A couple more days. Maybe two or three.” He replied “Oh, where are ya headed to after that?” I asked again “San Francisco. Bay Area.” he said “Oh, I’ve never been.” I replied and he looked at me “You’ve never been?” he said, shocked “Nope, never left this town before.” I said and he shook his head “Aren’t ya bored here?” He asked “I mean, kinda…but everyone I know is here. So, it’s not like im lonely ya know.” I said and he nodded.

Finally, we pulled up next to my mailbox. I grabbed my bag and as I began to open my door James started to speak. “I would love to see you again. You got any plans tomorrow night?” he asked “No, I’m off work tomorrow since it’s Saturday.” I replied “I’m thinkin’ of going down to the lake to fish tomorrow evenin’. Wanna come?” he asked “Sure. I’ll give you my number.” I said and reached in my bag and grabbed a napkin and a pen. After I wrote my number down I handed it back to James. “Thanks for the ride home Mr. Hetfield.” I said “Please, call me James.” he said and smiled

“Alright, goodnight James.” I said “Night Y/N.” he said and smiled.

That was last night, and I couldn’t stop thinking about him. He had never affected me before when I would see him at the grocery store, or at the bar, so why did he seem like all that to me now? When I woke up - he was the first thing I thought about, and the plans me and him had made. I went downstairs and saw both my parents sitting at the dining table. “There she is! Good morning!” my mom said as I walked over to the table “Mornin’ mama.” I said as she kissed my forehead “Mornin’ daddy.” I said to my dad and he looked over the newspaper at me “Mornin’ baby doll. How was work last night?” he asked.

“It was…nice.” I replied “Anything fun happen?” He asked, just as my mom came around the corner with a plate of pancakes and a glass of orange juice that she set down in front of me before walking back over to her chair next to my dad “Well actually, I met that rockstar that comes into town.” I said, my dad closed his newspaper. “Oh really?” he said “Yeah, he gave me a ride home too.” I said as I looked down at my pancakes.

“You let a boy take you home? After midnight?” my dad asked “Yeah, he invited me to go fishing with him this evenin’.” I said, “And you think your going?” My dad asked “Dad, I’m an adult now I can make my own decisions.” I said “It’s just…well…you know how those rockstars are, we’ve heard the stories. I just don’t want you to get hurt baby thats all.” he said “I won’t, he seems sweet.” I replied. “Exactly, he “seems sweet”. Doesn’t mean he is.” my mom butt-in. “Mama…” I said “I told you I dated a boy in a band before right?” my mom started “Oh mama not one of these stories, please.” I begged.

“Harold Manchester. He played the bass in his brother’s band, and I would watch him play at every gig. Then, he would go out and drink like fish with his buddies after and leave me all alone. I don’t want that for you.” My mom said “Momma, none of his bandmates are in town. It’s just him.” I said and took a sip of my orange juice.

“I want you home no later than 11:30 you hear me young lady?” my dad said “Yes sir.” I replied “Alright, me and your Momma will be at work - so call one of us as soon as you get home.” He said and I nodded.

Shortly after breakfast they both left for work. There was some kind of charity event at the library and my dad was going to the bar to watch a football game with his buddies.

The evening came a lot faster than I expected. I put on a pair of jeans and a brown belt, and a white t-shirt that sat right above my belly button and a pair of white sneakers. I curled my hair and put on my favorite blue eyeshadow and mascara and pink lipgloss. I heard James honking downstairs so I sprayed some perfume and quickly ran downstairs to meet him. I walked over to his truck and hopped in the passenger side. “Ready to go?” he asked and I nodded.

The drive was quick, James told me about the song that he had come up with last night and how he just needed to figure out the guitar chords to go along with it. Once we arrived he pulled into a parking spot (a patch of dirt) and we both got out. He placed the back of his truck down and grabbed his fishing supplies from the bed of it. “You can sit here if you’d like.” he said and pointed to the part he had laid down earlier. I jumped onto it and watched as James set all of his things up.

“James?” I asked as he casted his first line. “Yep?” he asked “Why are you fishing at night? Haven’t the fish gone to sleep?” I asked and James laughed “Some of em’ stay up.” he said as he finished chuckling. “You wanna try?” he asked and looked back at me. “Sure!” I said and got off the back of the truck and walked over to him. He handed me the rod and stood behind me. “You ever fish before?” he asked “Yeah, when I was way younger though. My grandpa had a creek near his house that he brought me to fish at.” I said “That’s nice. Haven’t done it since then?” he asked again “Nope. No one’s wanted to take me since then.” I said and turned my head to look at James and smile. It took a long time before there was finally a tug and I reeled it in.

Me and James both laughed when we realized that I had just caught a beer can. We sat down on the back of James truck and talked as we sipped on a can of beer James had brought. Eventually James looked up to the sky “See all em’ stars?” he asked and I looked up “Yep.” I replied “Crazy that they’re real big, but look so small to us.” James said, I thought about it for a moment “Yeah, that is crazy…” I said. I looked back down at my beer, then noticed James looking at me in the corner of my eye. I looked over at him “What?” I asked and laughed “Nothin’ you’re just real pretty.” he said and I could feel my face begin to heat up. “Thank you James. You’re not too bad yourself.” I said, James scooted closer to me. “Can I kiss you?” he asked, I tucked my hair behind my ear and looked at James.

“Sure.” I replied, James brought his hand up to the side of my face and brought his face closer to mine before finally closing the space between us by putting his lips on mine. I got up on my knees without breaking the kiss and straddled myself on James’ lap. He placed his hands on my hips as he continued to kiss me, before slowly rocking me back and forth on his lap. I could feel the sudden rise in his pants and broke the kiss to look down, noticing the very evident tent in his jeans.

“James.” I said, trying to catch my breath. “Yeah?” he replied “You got a rubber?” I asked and he smiled. He reached into back pocket and pulled one out and began to unbuckle his belt. In the meantime I started to undo my belt and take off my jeans and t-shirt leaving me in my pink panties and white bra. James ran his hand up the sides of my waist. “You’ve done this before?” he asked “It’s been awhile, but I know what to do James.” I said and smirked. James kissed me again.

I brought myself up and placed one hand around his shaft and moved it to where my hole was before sinking down on it. James kissed the sides of my mouth as I let out a shaky moan. He wrapped his arm around my waist and helped lift me up and down on him.

I placed my hands on his shoulder for support myself. James grunted every time I would come back down on him, “Fuck, so pretty baby.” he said “James..fuck…” I whined “It’s okay baby, your taking me so fuckin’ good.” he said. I tilted my head back and James picked up the pace, and the stars in the sky weren’t the only stars I was seeing anymore.

“James…I’m so close…” I said “Cum for me baby.” James said, and seconds later my vision went white and my body fell onto James shoulder. I regained myself as James calmed me down by running his finger up and down my spine, just as the cold nighttime air blew onto us. James brought his hand over to my chin to make me look at him.

“Come to San Fransisco with me…” he said “What?” I asked him “I can’t stand not seeing you baby, come with me. I can pay for your flight and you can stay with me.” He tucked my hair behind my ear. “James, everything I know is here.” I said “I know, but you’re all I want now. You’re what I was writing that song about.” he said, my gaze towards him softened. “Me?” I asked quickly “Yeah baby, you - you’re the inspiration for the music.” he said and smiled. I leaned in and kissed him quickly.

“James…I’ll think about it.” I said and looked at him “Alright, promise me you’ll think hard?” he asked, “I promise.” I said and gave him one final kiss.

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