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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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This Chapter: "The second and third years were the most brutal" - Jason Newsted.

James and Jason sat there in silence for a while, alternatively listening to the band and trying to think of something to say to each other.

It occurred to Jason that he could simply excuse himself and leave, the smoky atmosphere that looked like a warm and inviting place was making him more aware that his nerves were starting to tingle.

James had thought about leaving too. It would be the easiest thing to do to go back to his room and tell Lars about this in the morning. Simply go to sleep and leave Jason in the past where he had been for so long. But the thought of not ever having another conversation with Jason was keeping James in his chair. Even if Jason hurled that water bottle at his head, James did not want to be the one to walk away.

"How's Voivod?" James asked. It seemed a safe enough topic.

"We're just getting things together after Piggy died,” Jason sighed. “We all kind of went on hiatus. Losing a band member can do that to you. I didn't mean...I just meant..."

"It doesn't matter," James said.

Jason stayed quiet. The thought of Cliff and Metallica made his mouth snap shut. That was a topic he really didn’t want to get into.

“It’s a shame about Piggy. He was a good guy, great musician,” James said.

“He helped start that band. His guitar sound was what made them distinctive.”

“You talk like you aren’t a member,” James observed.

“What do you mean?”

“You say ‘that band’, and ‘made them’” James said. He could see in Jason’s face the moment when his words registered. “You talk about ‘them’ instead of saying ‘us’.”

“I don’t think I do that in interviews,” Jason said. He thought over his words and realized James was right.

“I’m just saying,” James said. Don’t you see yourself as part of that band, he thought. I don’t.

“I guess I…” Jason started to say. He had no argument though, he knew why it had slipped out the way it did.

“Yeah?”

“I guess,” Jason hesitated, unsure if he wanted to admit so much to James. “I guess I just see myself a little band less.”

“Band less? You’ve been in a gazillion bands this whole time. You had to get injured for real to stop.”

“I’m not saying they… they’re all great guys, Voivod, and Echobrain, and Tommy, Ozzy, everyone,” Jason defended. “They’ve pulled me in to their worlds. Usually I get to write music…”

James visibly flinched and Jason felt a small moment of satisfaction.

“I felt it with Echobrain,” Jason continued. “At least for awhile. And Voivod, too. But these guys have so much history together that… me coming in… it’s not on the same level.”

"You have to be fucking kidding me," James looked at Jason, through Jason. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

"What?”

"That’s the same kind of shit you use to say about us,” James said. He wondered why he had called Jason on it. He had opened up a whole new can of worms.

Jason stared at James.

“You realize that don’t you,” James said and Jason nodded his head. “Jesus Christ don’t let them hear you say it.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever said that out loud,” Jason admitted. He looked down at the table. He hated feeling that way. Voivod and Echobrain had been so good to him.

”They don’t haze you or nothing?” James asked. “Tommy Lee didn’t like dunk your head in a toilet off camera, right?

Jason smiled. Was it him or did James sound concerned? “No hazing, everyone’s been great.”

“We’re the only assholes then,” James shrugged.

“Well, yeah,” Jason said still smiling.

"Remember when we threw all your shit out the hotel room window?" James asked.

“You mean when you knocked down the door, flipped me off the mattress, and then fucked up the hotel room?,” Jason said sarcastically. He thought back on it then. He had been utterly devastated.

"Well, yeah," James said. It had been funny at the time. He had kind of forgotten it hadn't been so funny for Jason.

Jason took in the uncommonly remorseful look on James face. And then he remembered something about that night and he suddenly laughed.

“I know you didn’t think that was funny,” James said slightly confused.

“No, that part sucked like nothing before,” Jason shook his head. “But that night kinda changed my life.”

DAMAGED JUSTICE TOUR, 1989

Jason was standing outside the hotel room picking up all his things the guys had dumped out a window. He hurriedly shoved them back into suitcases embarrassed at being seen by the people walking by. He bit his lip to keep from crying.

It had been over two years and still the hazing seemed to never end. If it had been a fraternity he would have suffered a few weeks and then he'd be in and that was that. At least that's what he understood from the movies he'd seen. He still wasn't ready to quit, but he was going to need a lot more weed to get through this tour.

Jason started zipping up the suitcases and stood up before walking back inside rolling them behind him one by each arm.

Once he got to the “Metallica” hallway on the 5th floor he could hear the music blaring from the rooms. The guys were still up partying. The first thing he recognized was Anthrax’s latest album blaring. The second thing was James' laughter.

Jason stopped walking remembering that same laughter, all their laughter, when they had left his room in a wake of devastation.

"You okay man?" a voice behind him asked.

Jason turned around. It was a guy, a staff of the hotel in the burgundy polo and blue pants.

Jason shook his head. "I can't face them yet," he said more to himself than anything else.

The guy nodded, "you wanna come with me?"

Jason nodded and followed blindly as the guy led him into a room around the corner marked "Employees Only".

He leaned back against the wall in the small space housing shelves of toilet paper and other amenities. The guy closed the door behind him and stood on the opposite wall.

"At least they didn't throw your bass out the window," the guy said.

"That's because they need me to play it tomorrow," Jason said. Then he realized he didn’t know the guy. "How do you know I play bass?"

"Like I'm not going to know the bass player from Metallica," the guy said.

Jason smiled. He looked the guy over and could see the heavy metal signs that were hidden underneath the mandatory uniform; the long blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, the scuffed up converse, the unmistakable AC/DC shirt underneath the polo.

Of course he would run into a fan. He was the bass player for Metallica. The thought made his heart sink suddenly and he could hear the guys laughing in a memory reminding him of why he was in a supply closet.

Suddenly Jason couldn't control himself very well. He screwed up his face and hid it in his hands willing himself not to cry in front of some random hotel employee.

"Hey, you all right Jason?" the guy asked.

Jason nodded, but didn't look up.

"So, do they do this kind of stuff to you a lot?" the guy asked.

"Not like this," Jason said.

"But other stuff then?" he asked.

"Yeah," Jason said.

"Why?” the guy asked.

"It's just the ongoing never ending hazing," Jason said sounding more in control than he felt.

"Hazing?" the guy said. "It's been like two years or something. All this time?"

"Yeah. Just stupid shit, but yeah."

"You think you'll quit?" the guy asked.

Jason looked up sharply. His eyes were still a little watery. "I can't leave. Where the fuck would I go? I'm not Cliff. I just can't play like him."

"Cliff was fucking awesome," the guy said. "That doesn't mean you're no good. I mean, I don't want you to leave Metallica, I love Metallica, and you have so much fucking stage energy it's awesome."

"It's been two and a half years," Jason said. He looked down at the floor "I'm not even on the new album."

Jason looked over at his suitcases sitting on the floor next to them. Could feel his eyes starting to water up again.

"Hey, calm down, dude," the hotel guy said.

Suddenly the other guy was very near and consoling Jason like an old friend. One hand petted Jason’s head lightly. The other was a solid force on his upper arm.

"You can do this," he said. "You’re the bass player for Metallica. It's like in history now."

"Yeah," Jason nodded finding it hard because he hadn't noticed that the hotel guy had been leaning his own forehead against his

The guy leaned in and kissed him quickly on the lips. Jason had seen it coming, but had done nothing to stop it. Affection, it wasn't easy to come by when he was touring.

"I'm the bass player for Metallica," Jason whispered. The guy nodded and kissed him again, this time with more confidence.

Jason kissed back and even moved his hands to rest tentively on the guy’s waist. The hotel guy wrapped him up close and Jason hung on to him in desperation.

"I'm not," Jason started. He was going to say gay, but only knew that he didn't want to stop whatever was happening.

"It's okay," the guy smiled. “I am.”

The guy started kissing Jason's neck and running his hands under Jason's shirt. Jason pulled him closer. Memories of James, Lars, and Kirk, flew out of Jason's mind while his belt was getting unbuckled.

Jason felt a fleeting moment of nervousness when the guy started to sink down to his knees in front of him. But Jason was hard when the guy pulled his cock out of his jeans, and Jason didn't care about anything once he felt that warm mouth around it.

He'd never been with a guy before, but had always thought that it couldn't possibly be so different getting head from a guy than from a girl. He was finding out how true that statement was. But he was surprised that he didn't need to close his eyes and think of a girl to enjoy it.

It was only a few minutes before Jason came not feeling the need to hold back at all and make it last. He simply warned the guy who moaned and sucked harder around him.

The guy wiped away at his mouth before standing back up and fixing up Jason's fly.

"Do you want me to," Jason, ever the gentlemen, began to ask.

"No," the guy said. "I just wanted to make you feel better."

"I feel better," Jason smiled. "Thanks, um..."

"Mark," the guy said. "It's Mark. You were great tonight by the way."

Jason looked at him confused. "I didn't do anything."

Mark laughed. "I meant onstage. That was a fucking awesome show. Sucks having to come to work afterwards, but… sucking’s good sometimes, and coming."

Jason laughed.

PRESENT DAY

"Some guy sucked you off at the hotel that night?" James almost yelled. His voice was raised and he realized he was angry. He pushed it back down. Somewhere, locked away in things James refused to think about anymore, he had known that he still felt possessive over Jason.

"First time with a guy. You guys were so horrible you turned me bisexual." Jason paused with an over dramatic flair and then smirked. "Thank you.”

"Hey, don't blame that shit on me."

"I'm kidding," Jason smiled fully. It was nice getting a rise out of James. It was just like old times. “Tell me a story. Will ya, will ya. A real good story, I wont leave til ya…”

“Spill your guts old man leave out any secrets. Hiding in the...,” James finished the song for him. “Well, that was appropriate.”

Jason smiled.

"If we had caught you in that broom closet you'd been out on your ass, you know."

"I figured that much," Jason said, his smile slowly fading. "So why didn't you throw me out of the band when you did catch me with another guy."

"Cause then I would have had to throw you and Kirk out." James said.
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