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The Small Hours	By : lunavin Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Metallica Views: 2952 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Metallica. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: The Small Hours
Fandom: Metallica
Pairing: James/Cliff, James/Cliff/Jason, James/Jason
Rating: NC-17 overall
Warnings: Slash, dubious con
Disclaimer: I do not own Metallica, I do not know Metallica, These things never happened.
Summary: James and Cliff use to share groupies on tour, male and female. Before Jason was in Metallica, he was one of them. But James doesn't remember him.

Chapter One: Seek and Destroy

James and Cliff were relaxing backstage in the dressing room after the show. The Ride the Lightning tour had been the best yet as they'd really had a loyal fan base growing by now. Kirk and Lars were out in the hall talking to some guys from the local radio station. The other two members of Metallica were just sitting back on a couch together with a couple of beers as usual.

"Hey guys," one of the workers at the club had popped his head in the door of the room, "do you need anything? More beer? Drugs? Groupies?"

"We'll get there," laughed Cliff, "just give us a sec all right?"

"All right, just holler if you need anything," the guy said as he popped back out.

"Fan?" James said.

"Obviously," Cliff responded. Then he turned and gave James a sly look. "You want him?"

"Eh," James dismissed the idea. "I don't like the venue workers. They see rock stars all the time. You know I like the dopey eyed ones who look at me like I'm some sort of god."

"Funny, you're always calling me God."

James laughed and smacked Cliff in the arm. "You're always calling me fucker, you fucker."

Cliff laughed. James finished his beer.

"You wanna go hunting tonight?" James asked.

Cliff gave him a smirk, "let's go."

He stood, and James quickly followed. After walking backstage for a bit, the two friends made it to meet and greet area. There was a massive roar and applause once the guys got in the room. Other members from WASP, the band they were touring with, were also there signing and talking with the fans.

James and Cliff worked the room separately as they often did, meeting different people and sizing them up as potentials. Everyonce in awhile they would look over at each other and make secret code gestures at each other in approval or disapproval. All the girls in the room looked like complete sluts. James did like that, no doubt. But tonight Cliff had gotten him thinking about the type of guys they picked up, and that had left him wanting.

At one point James looked over to Cliff who was talking to some guy with long curly reddish hair and a Metallica t-shirt from the last tour. Cliff saw James look and made a motion with his hand calling him over. If this guy wasn't it, James thought, they could always pick up a couple of the sluts, or four.

"James," Cliff said, "I want you to meet Jason, he plays bass too."

"Hey," James said looking the guy over. Jason was a good looking guy; he obviously took care of himself. And there was that look in his eye. That look that was amazed and grateful all at once that made James feel like a predator.

"Oh wow, James Hetfield," Jason gushed, and James gave a light smirk. "You are like the best lead singer."

"Thanks. You play bass then?"

"Uh, yeah, yeah. My band is called Flotsam and Jetsam, we're recording demos now, you know. I write most of the music and play bass,” he said trying to be cool.

"That's great. You don't have anything on you we could listen to, do you?" Cliff said.

Jason's eyes grew wide and then he looked a bit disappointed, "no, no. Sorry. We're just recording now, we've been playing gigs and stuff, but nothing recorded."

James nodded at Jason then looked over at Cliff and gave him a wink. This signaled that James approved of Cliff's choice, and they should try and reel him back to the hotel room now.

"You wanna go grab a couple of beers man?" Cliff said. Now, to the female groupie, one could be direct and simply say 'you wanna go back to my room and fuck?' Asking a tried and true female groupie to grab a few beers would only earn you some serious laughter. The male groupie did not usually suspect that their fave bands would be trying to fuck them.

"Yeah, sure, sounds great," Jason was grinning even brighter now. It was all James could do not to pounce on him right then.

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"Go ahead and sit down," Cliff motioned to Jason with a general sweeping motion across the hotel room.

Jason walked in and took one of the chairs by the table in front of the window. James locked the door behind them and started to take his shoes off for comfort. Cliff went over to the mini-fridge and grabbed three beers for them.

"I hope you like Bud," he said.

"Yeah, that's fine," Jason said. Cliff tossed him the beer and Jason reached up and caught it.

James went over to where Cliff was standing and grabbed the can from him. They shared a look of anticipation that Jason missed.

"So, have you guys been writing anything for the next album?"

Cliff took a seat next to Jason. "A few things here and there. Nothing solid yet, too busy touring."

"Yeah, I saw you guys schedule. Pretty hectic. Sounds like fun though."

Cliff laughed. "Well, that's good you think so. You gotta do a lot of touring to please the fans. It helps if you like traveling and can go without sleep for long periods of time."

"And beer," yelled James. He was searching through one of the suitcases on the floor. "It helps of you have beer. Found it!" James stood from the floor with a Polaroid camera in one hand and the beer in the other.

"You want a picture, Jase?" Cliff asked.

"Yeah, sure. Will you sign it?"

"Yeah," Cliff responded.

James leaned himself on one side of Jason while Cliff got up from the chair to lean on the other side. "Ok, get close," James said. "1-2-3," and he snapped a shot.

"One more, just in case, James," Cliff said and James grabbed the photo out of the Polaroid camera and set it on the table.

"Okay, one more, smile." James snapped another photo.

"You keep one, we keep one," Cliff said to Jason.

"All right."

"So Jase," Cliff kept on, "why bass and not guitar?"

The lighthearted mood continued for some time. While Cliff and James were careful not to get too drunk and to make sure Jason had enough to drink without being completely useless to them. It was a hard balance to maintain but they had considerable experience in gauging other's inebriation levels. It was easier for them to keep drinking because through the years they had built up a considerable amount of tolerance. Jason, although able to hold his own, was already starting to slur.

James realized it was time to make their move and got up to throw some of the empty beer cans in the trash. Cliff quickly caught this long practiced signal as well.

"Are you drunk yet Jase, cause I am in a good place," Cliff said.

"I'm good," Jase said a bit slowly with a big smile.

"You live nearby?"

"Shit, no. Nowhere near. I left my car back at the stadium. Ugh, I'm going to need a cab soon."

Cliff smiled. "Just stay here and sober up a bit. Get a cab in the morning."

"Really? You guys don't mind?"

"Nah, wouldn't want you to get killed trying to drive home or anything. I can just see the headlines."

At that moment James returned with another round, "Satanic band, Metallica, lures fan to his death" James deadpanned.

Jason laughed.

Cliff opened the can of beer and it burst out, getting his face wet and the foam leaking down to his jeans.

"Whoops, sorry about that," James laughed. He then proceeded to try and rub off all the suds soaking Cliff touching in some rather inappropriate places along the way. Jason's alcohol fueled brain would not let him look away as he would have in any other sober moment of politeness. Surely, he thought, James wasn't feeling Cliff up.

"Thanks, fucker," Cliff teased.

"Oh, you still got some on your face.... right... there" James leaned in and gave Cliff a kiss on the lips. Not long enough to be obscene, but not chaste enough to be dismissed.

"Mmm, thanks."

James looked over to see the expression on Jason's face. As expected, his mouth was hanging slightly open in confusion.

"What? Are you some kind of homophobe?" James ground out at him.

"What?" Jason looked between them, "No. Sorry. I just had no idea."

"Oh, so now you're probably gonna freak out and burn your Metallica albums."

"No. Why would I do that?"

"You're gonna keep listening to music a couple of faggots put out?" James stood his full height glaring down at Jason.

"No. I mean Yes. I mean. I don't care if you're gay that doesn't change the music. You guys rock," Jason was half pleading with James now.

"Calm down, Jase," Cliff soothed. "James gets a little defensive. It's just, you can probably guess it would probably freak out a lot of the fans."

"Well, then they're assholes," Jason said decidedly. "Who you guys fuck is not their business, the music is what matters, and that doesn't change."

"Thanks, Jase. James and I do fuck a lot of the fan girls you know."

"We like fucking women," James explained. "But once in awhile, it feels good to fuck each other. You know, just depends on the mood."

"Yeah, yeah. Sure, whatever. I'm not a homophobe. I won't tell either. So don't worry about what the fans think, they won't hear it from me."

"Good to hear," James said.

"You're really cool, Jason," Cliff said. Jason gave a smile as thanks. That's when Cliff leaned over and gave him a light kiss on the lips.

Jason paused, unsure if Cliff had really just kissed him and if it meant anything at all. I mean, he and James were together right? He was just being friendly after a few beers hopefully.

"Thanks. I'm not gay or anything. But, uh, people can do what they want you know. It's no big deal or anything. Just, uh, different lifestyles."

"Yeah, well, we're not really gay either you know," Cliff said. "It's just sex. It feels good, you know."

"You ever fuck another guy?" James gave Jason a hard look that wouldn't let the other man look away.

"I'm not gay," Jason replied.

"Neither are we. I told you."

Jason knew there was another word he couldn't quite remember right then, not when James had him cornered with those eyes of his. If you’re not gay, but you're not quite straight....

Jason's train of thought fell of the track at that moment when Cliff started running a hand up Jason's thigh. He took a quick look at Cliff who was giving him a playful smile. When he turned his look back to James the word "predator" came quickly to mind and Jason had a feeling he was about to get eaten if he didn't think of something quick.

He swiped Cliff's hand away, but in that second James had kneeled before him and was working on Jason's fly.

"But I'm not gay," Jason tried to protest, tried to grab James wrist but was stopped by Cliff holding him back.

"It's okay," Cliff tried to appease, "just let him."

Jason looked over at Cliff with a look of incredulity. That momentary distraction was enough time for James to pull open Jason's fly and pull his jeans down slightly and start rubbing his palm over Jason's cock.

"Let him what?" Jason could feel himself start to harden at the heat and friction was instantly embarrassed. "Stop that."

James gave a low chuckle and kept on until Jason was completely hard.

Cliff stood up and moved behind Jason, lifted the man a bit to allow James to move Jason's jeans and boxers all the way down to his ankles. At this point Jason started to realize the situation was completely out of his control. He tried to get up off the chair, but Cliff held him fast.

"Just let him," Cliff repeated. Jason still didn't know what Cliff was referring to until he looked down and saw James begin to suck on the tip of his cock.

Jason wanted to protest, but damn if what James was doing didn't feel good. Cliff started rubbing on his shoulders making him relax further until Jason’s alcohol addled brain finally started to relax. It did feel good. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the fact that this was a man and not a chick.

James started to really work Jason, sucking as much of the length as he could get. With a free hand James massaged Jason's balls, the other hand at the base of his cock. It felt so good, in fact, that Jason started to slide down the chair slowly and spread his legs further giving James better access. Jason started making small grunting noises in the back of his throat.

It was only short while before Jason was gripping the chair handles hard and practically growled as he came down James throat. When Jason opened his eyes, James was looking straight into his, and Jason knew that no woman he'd ever been with was anywhere near as good as James. The older man swallowed and then wiped his mouth with the back of his own hand.

At this point, James stood up and Cliff moved around Jason to get to him. The two rockers met in a kiss and pulled their bodies closer to grind against each other. Jason, momentarily forgotten, sat by and watched too spent to move.

"Such a talented mouth you got on you," Cliff said in between kisses.

"I thought I was gonna come just listening to you try to calm this kid down," James responded after another kiss.

James comment is what sunk in Jason's head. Kid? He was 22. In fact, he knew they were all the same age give or take a year.

He started feeling something close to shame about what had just happened and realized that his jeans were still around his ankles, his spent dick fully exposed. But when he reached down to pull up his jeans, James hand stopped him on his bicep.

"We ain't done with you, boy," he said.

Cliff reached down and started taking off Jason's shoes and slipped the jeans all the way off leaving Jason completely naked from the waist down. Meanwhile, James had stripped off his own shoes and t-shirt.

"Don't you guys want some alone time now?" Jason made a final plea.

"We like you, Jase," that was Cliff, stripping him from his t-shirt before raising him from the chair. James had already shed his own jeans and was now clad in only boxer shorts.

For his part, Jason tried and failed to think of a way to get out of this hotel room with whatever James hadn't swallowed of his dignity. He supposed he could just scream like a little girl, or try to beat the crap out of the two of them, but by the time he had even thought of these possibilities, Cliff had already knocked him onto the bed.

Cliff made very quick work of his own clothes while James crawled up the bed to Jason and planted a kiss on Jason's unresponsive lips. Cliff then got on the bed and straddled Jason and started massaging and lapping at his chest while James turned Jason’s head to side and started working on his neck.

It did feel good, Jason couldn't deny. If he closed his eyes he could almost make himself feel okay with the situation. It didn't take long for his young body to become hard again with all the stimulation coming from two different sets of hands.

James started to jerk him off, and Cliff moved between Jason's legs spreading them apart.

"What... oh, god, what are you doing?" Jason tried not to squeak as he sat up a bit to look at Cliff.

"Has anything we done felt bad, Jase?"

"No," Jason couldn't argue that.

"Then just let us," Cliff retrieved his jeans from where he had thrown them on the bed and got out a medium sized tube before throwing the jeans on the floor. Jason’s stomach rose up to his throat. James’ hand on his shoulder, and fist stroking his cock was the only thing keeping Jason in place.

Cliff opened the tube and spread the cream inside on his fingers. Leaving the tube on the bed, he moved Jason's right leg up and further out, giving himself better access to Jason's hole. Slowly, he started pushing one finger into the younger man.

Jason bit his tongue in order not to make noise. He noticed James strokes had become slower, his eyes fixed on Cliffs finger disappearing into Jason's ass. By the time Jason had gotten use to the feeling, Cliff was already starting in with another finger.

"Relax, Jase. This won't work if you're wound up so tight," Cliff coaxed, James snickered, and Jason flushed. Jason was already beginning to wonder why on earth men fucked each other when suddenly Cliff hit a spot inside him that had him seeing stars; he bucked up against Cliff's hand. "There you go."

Jason just stared up at Cliff with his mouth hanging slightly open. When Cliff pulled out his fingers, Jason noticed James had already stopped jerking him off. Instead, he was spreading some of that cream on Cliff's hard cock.

"Make me feel it, baby," James said low against Cliff's ear, but Jason heard it anyway.

Cliff grabbed Jason’s legs and pulled them further apart; it almost hurt. Then with his own hand he guided himself to Jason's entrance, slowly getting the tip all the way in while Jason held his breathe. Then with a quick thrust he was balls-deep inside of Jason and neither of the three men could hold back a sound. Cliff sighed, James moaned, and Jason grunted back a cry of pain while fisting his hands into the sheets below him.

Cliff held himself there for a while until he could feel Jason relax slightly. Then he started in with slow thrusts, hands on Jason's hips, not wanting to hurt Jason further but trying to coax a reaction from the inexperienced bassist. A few thrusts and a couple of angle changes and Jason finally let out a moan of pleasure as Cliff found his prostate.

Jason could no longer hold back any cries of pleasure. He saw James take more lube on his fingers and then reach behind Cliff. In the background he could hear James voicing obscenities into Cliff's ear. Harder, he can take it. Look how much he likes your cock. But Jason couldn't give a damn about what James was saying, so long as Cliff kept hitting that spot inside.

Then James hand was back on his dick stroking, and Jason did squeal. "Open your eyes," he could hear James demanding. "I said open those eyes!" and Jason did, and the first thing he saw was Cliff above him, sweat on his face, mouth open moaning.

"Beautiful," James said. Jason looked over to James, and those eyes, they were warm, Jason didn't realize they were so cold before. "You can come now," he said, and Jason did, eyes on James.

Above him, Cliff gave a few more frantic thrusts and came inside Jason. He paused for a moment gathering himself before pulling out and laying on his stomach next to Jason, in the small space between him and James.

"I'm ready, James," Cliff said between breaths.

James stood from the bed and positioned himself behind Cliff. Jason remained silent and watched James fucking Cliff. He was slowly nodding off before he heard James start to grunt, call out for God, and then let out a near howl. By the time James and Cliff had settled back on the bed wrapped together, Jason was already asleep on the edge of the bed, forgotten.

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'Wake up, Jase,” he was being nudged. He heard the voice a few more times before he started waking up. Cliff Burton, his idol, was standing next to him. It took him a second to recall the previous night and what happened in between the Metallica meet and greet and waking up right now.

When he did he sat up in the bed and looked around. James Hetfield was throwing some clothes in a suitcase by the window. Jason looked down at himself, he was still naked, and feeling rather sore.

"Here, I gathered your clothes," Cliff handed him a pile of clothes. Jason snatched them quickly and begun to dress himself, feeling a bit out of sorts and terribly embarrassed. "We called you a cab, it's outside."

"Thanks," he said without looking them in the eye. He was somewhat saddened and yet relieved that they were already kicking him out the door. Was terribly confused, but despite being relieved at not having to face the situation at hand, he couldn't help but rejected.

"Take care, Jase. Oh, and don't forget your picture. We signed it for you," Cliff went over to the table and grabbed one of the Polaroid pictures from last night and handed it to him. Jason could blush to see the innocent happiness in his own eyes. Cliff was smiling in it, but James was smirking.

"Um, thanks," Jason said. "Bye guys, take care" he finished and opened the door to leave.

"You too," he heard James call out as he closed the door behind him.
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