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14 Years	By : lunavin Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Metallica Views: 2583 -:- 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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Jason spread the other man's legs a bit and lowered himself on his stomach between them. He pressed his nose into James' groin breathing him in. He stuck out his tongue and licked James' balls lightly. James' breath hitched and he bent his needs and spread his legs more giving Jason better access.

A fleeting thought came to Jason, a wonder at how he'd gotten James into such a vulnerable position. He was also of the mind that he didn't want this to be like the one and only time James and he had come together, and for that he was also thinking to take this slow. To enjoy every bit James would let him get away with.

With that in mind, Jason used hands to raise James up slightly before sucking one of James' balls into his mouth. James was very inclined to let Jason have his way. He used his hands to lift up his legs even higher for Jason.

Jason absently alternated between one and the other, sucking them gently, forcefully, rolling them, and basically just playing with them using his tongue. He was relaxed on the bed, his own erection forgotten between his body and the bed sheets as he simply entertained himself in James' groin.

James took a hand to his own erection, which brought Jason back to the realization that he had to pay attention to the rest of James' as well.

"Turn over," Jason whispered.

James complied without hesitation.

Jason smoothed a hand down James' back to relax him, but James wasn't very tense at all he happily noted. He kissed a trail down the man's back, the tip of his erection trialing down James' leg absently and James tensed slightly, unsure of what was happening, but willing to do almost anything Jason wanted.

He felt Jason part the twin mounds of flesh and waited. The first thing he felt was Jason's breath and it was the only warning he got before he felt the swat of a tongue.

James sighed; it'd been awhile since anyone had done this for him. He relaxed and laid his head on his arms as Jason took to eating his ass with the same slow pleasure that he had done to James' balls.

After a while though, James started getting frustrated. He was very close to flipping over, grabbing Jason and flipping the bassist over to fuck into the mattress. Apparently his growing frustration was beginning to show.

"You holding back on me, James?" Jason planted a kiss on James' ass, teasing the man.

"And if I were?"

"You know, just last week I was in the shower, radio on, Fuel comes on," Jason said. He massaged James’ testicles in his hands. "There's just something about hearing you say the word 'pumping' that gets me at least half-hard every time."

"Really?" James smirked. “We played that at a lot of shows together.”

"So there I was in the shower, half-hard, listening to your voice. Well, I managed to rub one out before the song was even finished."

James smirked. He then sat up, Jason let go, and the singer moved his hand over Jason's hard dick pumping him slowly.

"That's not a very long song." James joked.

"I can recuperate quickly," Jason said.

"Really?" James said softly. "Good to know."

James let go of Jason and pushed him down forcefully onto his back.

He kissed Jason, deeply, thoroughly until he heard Jason moan in the back of his throat. Only then did James let go only to spread the bassists legs open and wrap that famous mouth around Jason's hard cock.

"James!" Jason screamed out, making James all the more determined to hear his name again like that throughout the remainder of the night.

Jason lifted his arms over his head seeking purchase. He managed to hold on to the end of the mattress. He wasn’t inclined to try and force James' to move in any way. He was enjoying too much being at James' mercy, feeling how James' passion worked.

"I’m almost there," Jason was starting to whimper after awhile.

But James had no intention of letting up. When Jason came in his mouth with a soft whisper of his name, James tried not to miss a single drop. Ever possessive, he didn’t want to let any of Jason go.

James raised himself over Jason with a grin on his face.

"You look like," Jason breathed, "the Cheshire cat."

James kissed the bruise forming on Jason's neck before moving lower and latching on to one of Jason's nipples. Jason, already overly sensitive from the recent orgasm, gasped out loud.

"When is it my turn again?" Jason said softly.

"You didn't want me to hold back," James commented.

"Of course not."

"Good. Then I'm just going to enjoy myself," James said before switching to the other nipple.

He was still lying between Jason's spread legs when it occurred to him this might be a good time to grab something to use as lube.

"Give me a sex," James got up and ran over to the bathroom. “I mean ‘sec’. Second.”

Jason sat up and watched him go. He couldn't see him in the bathroom, but he could hear the noises and things dropping from the other room.

James came out with a small bottle of complimentary hotel hand lotion.

"This works too, right?"

"Yeah, that'll work,” said Jason. "Do you want to use a condom?"

“Well, you know I’m clean. I don’t live that rock star life anymore.”

“I don’t either. I don’t even have any condoms. It’s been awhile, and I’m clean.”

James smiled. “God, I feel old.”

“You still look good, James,” Jason said. “You ever been with other guys?”

"Yeah," James sat back on the bed. He ran a hand over Jason's knee. "After therapy, Fran suggested... you know what, I'll tell you later."

He uncapped the lid of the lotion. He looked at it for a moment, unsure.

"Do you want to..." James started to ask.

"Do I want to what? Have sex? Yes." Jason said amused at a hesitant James.

"Do you want to be on top?" James said.

"Do you mean did I want to be the one doing the fucking?" Jason said.

Something about the way Jason said it so matter of fact, with this low growl in his voice he seldom heard him use in regular conversation made his dick twitch. He could see Jason's own dick already starting to stir slightly again.

"Do you?"

"I'm game, James," Jason said. He sat up slightly on his arms and put his face closer to James'. "Is that what you want? You want me to have you? You wanna feel my dick so far up inside you that tomorrow on the plane you can still feel me?"

James instinctively pressed Jason back to the wall, half of which was the headboard. He'd been holding out for a long while impossibly hard. He buried his head in Jason's neck, breathing for control, surrounding himself in the scent.

Jason grabbed the lotion from James hand and spread some on his own fingers. Spreading his legs a bit he reached around and started preparing himself, spreading it around as deep as his fingers could go.

"Or perhaps you could just fuck me right up into this wall," Jason whispered into James' ear.

James grabbed Jason’s hips and lifted him more firmly against the wall.

“You tell me when you’re ready,” James whispered.

Jason grabbed some more lotion and spread it over James’ cock poised and ready beneath him.

“I’m ready for you,” Jason whispered. He guided James to his entrance and held on until the tip breached him. Then he placed his hands on the top of the headboard for support as James took slight thrusts making his way into Jason’s body a little bit at a time.

When he was finally all the way in, James kissed Jason slowly and started a rhythm as slow as the kiss. Jason squeezed his legs around James since he wasn’t able to do so with his hands holding him up. The pace was slow, as unhurried as the foreplay, simply enjoying the feel of each other, prolonging the moments for as long as they could.

Jason got to full hardness again somewhere in the middle. His dick rubbing against Jason’s stomach, enough to heighten his breathing, but not enough to put him over the edge. But Jason didn’t bother to try to change his position. It wasn’t the orgasm that was important, that would happen regardless, what was important was the feel of James inside him.

James realized there was no way he was going to be able to hold this position with one hand if he tried to help Jason along. So he wrapped his hands around Jason tightly, and moved him over so he could lay Jason down on the bed beneath him, still joined together.

He was now able to get a handle on Jason and stroke the erection trapped between them in time to the rhythm of his hips.

Jason took advantage of having his hands free to touch James. His favorite part was right at the lower back, when everything still feels so smooth, but the muscles are slightly moving from the efforts of the thrusts.

Jason lifted his head slightly and placed a small kiss to the base of James’ throat before coming for the second time that night. It was only then that James’ speed up his thrusts slightly, and came inside his lost friend.

“You okay?” James said when he got his breath back.

No, Jason thought, every second passing was bringing them closer to a goodbye. “I’m good. You?”

“Better than,” James said. He buried his teeth back into the welt he’d made on Jason’s neck. The bassist winced, but didn’t tell him to stop.

Reluctantly, James released him and then moved off him.

“I’ll go get a towel,” James said.

“Fuck it, James,” Jason said and in an uncharacteristic display of emotion that night, hugged James tightly. He rolled them over until they lay side-by-side, Jason’s face pressed underneath James chin.

James smiled sadly and grabbed the bed spread, pulling it down until he could bunch it into a ball and cleaned off Jason’s body and himself. Then he kicked it to the end of the bed.

“Come on,” James said.

He turned down the bed sheets and crawled underneath them, Jason’s body still wrapped around him making the task more difficult, but James was far from complaining. He covered them up with the sheet and laid his head back on the pillow.

“I’m so glad you came up on stage tonight,” Jason said. “I never thought I’d play with you again.”

“I never thought…” James trailed off. “I don’t even know what to say anymore. I’m just so glad you’re here.”

When he didn’t get a response he looked down at Jason’s face. His eyes were closed, his breathing even, he was asleep. Or perhaps he was on that teetering edge about to fall. He kissed the top of Jason’s head.

James never thought he’d be in this position. He never thought Jason would let him anywhere near again. He never thought he’d get a chance to play with Jason on stage again. He never thought it would happen, so he never thought of how he would feel if it were to happen again by some miracle. If he had thought about it perhaps he would have known that the idea of losing Jason again come morning would just break his heart all over.

JANUARY 17, 2001

James couldn't even watch the door close behind Jason. Distantly he could hear the pissed off voices of Lars and Kirk in the room. Their pleading falling on deaf ears had turned their sadness into anger. He can't remember the last time he's seen Kirk so angry.

A part of him knew this was going to happen, but he had foolishly been blind to the fact that Jason wasn't the same guy they had picked up 14 years before. Part of that was time, but part of that was them. Lars and Kirk could bitch all they wanted, but they must realize that they played a part in this as well.

But most of it was his own fault, and James knew that. It’s funny, but he hadn't really thought it would hurt this bad. He rested his arms on his legs and hung his head down.

PRESENT

James held Jason tighter in his arms. He looked out the window at what he could make out of the night sky through the thin gauze curtain. He reverently wished that morning never come like a mantra in his head as he drifted off to sleep.
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