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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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Author's Notes: ::sniff:: It ended as a song fic, but it fits, I promise. Oh, and all the lyrics in italics are being sung by our boys. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter and I'm so glad I waited. Thanks virtualbetty for leaving comments. :)

This Chapter: Making fun of Brokeback Mountain

Jason sat on his front porch idly playing his acoustic guitar. It was afternoon, and although it was rush hour for the rest of the city, his secluded home only had a handful of cars pass by occasionally. Jason could hear them on the road though he couldn't see them from where he sat. He could hear a rustle of the leaves, the occasional bark of his dogs in the back yard, but mostly he could tune it out and just listen to the music.

He was taking a day off after working for weeks straight in the studio. He was back on again with a few friends making demos and doing small shows around the neighboring area. Along with his painting, Jason had settled into a comfortable life. While he wasn't sure he'd keep it up indefinitely, he was happy at the moment.

Then he heard the gates to his driveway open and he stopped playing to see who it was. Friends would come and go constantly especially now since he’d started recording again. He heard the car moving towards the house and soon saw a familiar black truck pulling up. The driver was even more recognizable.

James got out of the truck swiftly. He walked towards the front of the house with a smile and sunglasses hiding the mischief Jason was sure would be shining in his eyes. Hands in his pockets, James climbed up the steps and leaned on the pillar on the porch.

"What? No standing ovation?" James said.

"You're not on tour anymore," Jason laughed. "What are you doing here?"

"Thought I'd visit now that I had the chance," James shrugged.

Jason knew James had gotten back from the Death Magnetic tour about a month ago, but Jason didn't live close enough for a casual visit anymore.

"Well, awesome. This is an awesome surprise, James," Jason smiled.

James took his shades off and hung them on the neck of his shirt. Their eyes met somewhat shyly as this was the first time they had seen each other in months.

Jason had gone to the Metallica show in San Francisco, but didn't hang out backstage for very long. Somehow he ended up signing a few autographs on t-shirts with Rob Trujillo's picture on it. He'd said hello to everyone, including Fran who had treated him as always; like an old friend. Then slunk back home with the same feeling he'd had went he left that hotel room in New York. He missed James. It was as simple as that.

"Good. I wanted to surprise you."

"How'd you know the code for the gate?" Jason asked.

James laughed. "I got it on the third try. Really, you’re predictable."

The singer walked over to the other acoustic guitar leaning on the door, picked it up and slung it on. He started improvising for a bit, Jason picked up the notes after him and they played together for a few minutes as the music took on a life of its own between them.

"How long can you stay?" Jason asked.

"Depends on you."

"Why's that?"

"I can stay here a few hours or I can stay a week. Depends on you." James said.

"Where's Fran?"

"Argentina. She had some wedding to go to, took the kids. I got out of it cause I just got back," James answered. "I'm tired of planes."

"Does she know you're here?"

"Of course."

"Did you see Brokeback Mountain? Those two guys would tell their wives they were going fishing, but in reality..." Jason said.

James started playing the main tune from the movie as Jason laughed.

"Why do you know that song?"

"Kirk." James answered and stopped playing.

Jason laughed harder.

"He played it every time he caught me on the phone with you," James said.

True to his word James had called. James had called a lot. Sometimes it would be a 3 minute conversation where James would call because he couldn't remember something. Sometimes it was an hour long conversation where James had said he was bored and he didn't speak the language of whatever TV program was showing in the hotel room. Sometimes their conversations ended x-rated. But most of the time they simply talked as friends who’ve known each other more years than they haven’t.

"You didn't tell me that," Jason said.

Even if Lars hadn't caught them, James would have confessed to his band mates, at least to Lars and Kirk, but no one told Rob.

James shrugged. "Not that big a deal. Never did see the movie though. Gay Cowboys? Whatever."

"Gay Cowboys from Hell?" Jason asked.

"Yeah, I'll suggest that one to Pantera next time I see them."

He started playing the guitar again slowly the tune was recognizable as he started the famous chords of Led Zeppelin's "Whole Lotta Love". Jason banged his head softly, softly for Jason, as he caught on the rhythm and started playing along with James.

"You need coolin, baby, I’m not foolin,” sang James. “I’m gonna send you back to schoolin, Way down inside honey, you need it, I’m gonna give you my love, I'm gonna give you my love.”

And on cue Jason sang back-up. “Wanna whole lotta love? Wanna whole lotta love? Wanna whole lotta love? Wanna whole lotta love?”

James stopped playing abruptly.

"Rob said he'd step down," James looked at Jason's startled face. "He said he'd step down, leave, if that's what we wanted. No hard feelings."

"Why?" Jason asked.

"He said he didn't want to be in the way of a band re-uniting." James looked away and started playing the guitar again. "He said it was obvious I wished you were there. He said I spent as much time talking to you on the phone as I did my wife. He said I missed you."

"He said all that?" Jason started playing again.

“You’ve been learnin, baby, I bean learnin,” James started again. “All them good times, baby, baby, I’ve been yearnin. Way, way down inside honey, you need it, I'm gonna give you my love, I’m gonna give you my love.”

Jason played along.

"I'm just saying what he said," James said over the music.

"Well, I guess I'll have to think about what he said." Jason smirked.

James nodded.

“You’ve been coolin, baby, I’ve been droolin,” James continued.

"James, you dumped the middle part of the song," Jason laughed.

"Shut up," James grinned. "This is the Metallica version. We can do what we want."

“So this is going to be us then?” Jason asked as he played the part James had left out. “Your wife is out of town and you come over?”

James frowned. “Well I sound like a big asshole when you say it like that. “

“I'm teasing,” Jason said. “You’re welcomed anytime. But those times I’m actually dating someone…”

“I’ll take the guest bedroom,” James smirked. “You’ve been coolin, baby, I’ve been droolin, All the good times I’ve been misusin, Way, way down inside, I’m gonna give you my love, I’m gonna give you every inch of my love, Gonna give you my love. Yeah! all right! let’s go!”

Jason stood up from where he had been sitting. Even with an acoustic guitar he couldn't sit still for very long when playing a song which such a rapid beat. James kept leaning on the railing as he watched Jason move to the rhythm.

“Wanna whole lotta love? Wanna whole lotta love? Wanna whole lotta love? Wanna whole lotta love?”

Rob had also said he was tired of watching the disappointment on James' face when the singer looked over at him on stage. James had shrugged and apologized since there was no use denying it. Rob understood though, and was concerned without being angry. Rob was a seasoned ax man and had been a member of several bands throughout the years. He hadn't imagined himself a permanent member of any band since Infectious Grooves.

“Shake for me, girl. I wanna be your backdoor man.” James sang.

"You are my backdoor man, James," Jason said casually.

James paused his singing for a moment to think about what Jason had said. It took only half a second for him to spit in the force of his laughter. He stopped playing all together. Jason watched him silently as the other man nearly bent over; tears in his eyes from laughing so hard.

James finally got himself under control enough where he only snickered slightly every few seconds. Jason walked closer to him with a small grin. James could feel the tension between them pulsating.

They met each other half-way with a soft kiss on each other's mouths. Then their lips slightly parted in a few more kisses.

"You're staying for the week, right?" Jason asked.

"Yeah," James said.

They kissed again. This time their kisses grew a bit more passionate until they tried to press up against each other and their guitars clanged in the way loudly. They pulled apart slightly, but still looking at each other, mapping the features of each other’s faces.

"Do you want to talk about what Rob said," Jason started.

"Not right now," James finished. "I'm sure leaving Metallica wasn't a quick decision for you."

Jason shook his head.

"Coming back shouldn't be either," James said. "You don't get back 14 years in just one day."

"That's a Guns n' Roses song," Jason said.

"Is it? Well, that’s a fucking strange coincidence,” James paused. “Anyway, we just finished a tour and we're going to take some time off now like we always do. So just think about it. Take a year or two if you need to."

"Ok."

James stepped back a bit.

"Now where was I?" James said rhetorically. "Yeah, now I remember. Shake for me, Jason, I wanna be your backdoor man.”

Jason shook hit butt and James laughed almost losing rhythm again.

"Hey, oh, hey, oh, oh, oh, oh,” they finished singing together albeit a bit sloppily. “Keep a-coolin, baby, Keep a-coolin, baby.”

James stepped forward, this time aggressively, towards Jason. Taking the bass player's face between his hands he kissed him harder this time. They're guitars clanged together again making a horrible noise that set the dogs barking in the background.

"I get it, I get it," Jason laughed as he pulled away. "I missed you too."

He took his guitar off and set it down to lean on the chair he'd been sitting on before James' arrived. James did the same.

They pressed themselves against each other intimately and held on as they kissed slowly breaking apart for mere seconds with smiles on both their faces.

"Did you bring an extra set of clothes?" Jason asked.

"Are you kidding?" James asked. "I'm packed. The suitcase is in the passenger seat."

"I don't think you'll need a lot of clothes," Jason quipped.

"It's just a carry on," James shrugged.

They laughed before settling into yet another kiss although this one had wandering hands joining in. They hadn't been alone together since that night in New York that saved the friendship between them and gave rise to so much more.

They would get the first rush of lust out of the way quickly, Jason thought as he felt around for the doorknob, and then take it slow. Having been on the phone so often throughout the tour, they had nothing to catch up on, except the presence of each other.

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