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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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This Chapter: James confronts Jason
Author’s Note: This is AU and there will be no Metallica wives.

It took James 30 minutes to reach Jason's house. The guard at the gate let him in immediately upon recognizing his truck, and soon he was parking in front of Jason's garage door.

Jason had spent the past 30 minutes on the phone with Kirk. He'd been asleep at the time, but Kirk's news had quickly woken him up. He'd been pacing in his living room in sleep pants and a t-shirt with Kirk on the phone occasionally looking out his window for James.

Therefore, Jason had the door to his house open before James could knock it down in his haste.

"Is that Kirk?" James motioned at the phone in Jason's hand.

Jason nodded.

James snatched the phone from his hand and put it to his ear. "This is none of your business Kirk. He'll have to call you back," and hung up the phone before handing it to Jason.

"I was not fucking Cliff behind your back, James. It was that one time, and you were there for it."

"All right, so maybe you weren't fucking. Did he call you? Write you? Serefuckingnade you?" James stared down at Jason hard.

"I never spoke to Cliff again after that night with you two," Jason bit out. "I'm not gay, James. And I was not having an affair with Cliff." Jason shouted.

James pushed past him and went inside. "If you're not into fucking guys why were you fucking us?"

Jason gave a cold hard laugh. "I was drunk. By the time I realized what you two were up to my pants were around my knees and you were sucking me off." Jason shut the front door and followed James into the living room.

James stood there by one of the chairs and turned to look at him. "Bet you liked that."

Jason bit back the curses he was about to throw at James and went a different route. He walked over and stood right in front of the mighty Het. "Yeah, hell of a cocksucker you are, James. Almost as good as the groupies."

Before he knew it, Jason was on the ground after James had punched him in the mouth. Jason swallowed blood before lifting himself off the floor to face James again.

"That was a compliment you asshole," before trying to uppercut James.

James tried to block but only manage to move the hit over to his cheek instead of his nose. Unfortunately, Jason's left fist was right behind hitting James in the stomach.

"You are not going to come into my own house to hit me, James!" Jason shouted.

James rushed Jason and slammed him into the wall behind him. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me then?"

"What?" Jason said looking into James face. "Not to punch me in the face?"

"About Cliff. About me. About that night. Why didn't you say anything?"

"Maybe I didn't want to get punched in the face." Jason waited for a response, when it looked like he wasn't getting any, he continued, ""Kirk said to wait until after the Damage Tour, that you were too fucked up over Cliff's death. I was never going to tell you. It's embarrassing, and I can only imagine what the insults would have been had you known. 'Assface' as you’re so fond of calling me is probably better."

James was looking at Jason's mouth the entire time he'd been answering. It bothered him that he had no memory of that night. Jason probably remembered every single detail of it, because to him it had been something special. To James and Cliff, just one of many. And now Jason had a memory of Cliff that should also belong to James, but it was long gone.

James leaned in kissed Jason. It lasted all but 2 seconds before Jason moved his face away, and tried to push James back.

"What the fuck, James? Get off."

"I was hoping maybe I'd remember." James let go off Jason, but stayed in front him. "I don't remember you, or that night. Not at all. I spent the entire drive over here trying to, but I can't."

"I'm glad to hear it," Jason said coldly.

"Tell me, Jase."

"What's there to tell? You two picked me up in Arizona. We went back to your room. We fucked. I went home. I'm sure it's the same story for me as for every other guy in that album." Jason crossed his arms.

"Probably, but I want to hear it."

Jason sighed and sagged into the wall. "What do you want to know?"

"Do you have the other photo?"

Jason moved away from James and walked towards his bedroom, James at his heels. Once inside he reached inside one of his dresser drawers, inside an envelope, and pulled out a Polaroid before handing it to James.

James looked it over; it was the other Polaroid. Cliff and himself signed this one. He took out the one in his back pocket and held them side-by-side. They were almost identical.

"You should have said something."

Jason laughed. "I doubt that." He went over and sat on the edge of the bed. "You hate me quite enough thank you. I was afraid you'd punch me if you found out you'd blown me. And hey, you did punch me."

"I don't hate you, asshole." James sat down next Jason.

"No, but you don't like me very much either."

"We've had some laughs." James said defensively. "And not just the ones at your expense."

"That only makes it worse," Jason looked pained.

James didn't know what to say to that and remained silent. He knew he hadn't treated Jason very well, and most of that was because he missed Cliff. And then he just became accustomed to treating Jason a certain way. Which is probably how he'd had the gall to rush into Jason's house and then sucker punch him for...? He's the one who more than likely, all those years ago, took advantage of Jason.

"So what happened that night?"

Jason laughed. "What do you want to know?"

"Who talked to you first?"

"I met Cliff in the meet and greet. You came by a few minutes into our conversation." Jason ran his hands through his newly cropped hair.

"Then we took you back to the hotel," James said, "I sucked you off. What else?"

"Fuck, James."

"Did I fuck you?"

"No," Jason said stiffly, he was starting to feel more uncomfortable. "Cliff... he did. You watched, and then you fucked him."

"And you said you'd never been with another guy. Is that since or ever?" James watched Jason closely now, intrigued by the possibility.

"Ever. You and Cliff were the only ones ever." Jason was looking at James when he said this. He did not want to have this conversation, but he really didn't want James to have another thing to tease him with. If he could just play it cool, perhaps James would just let it to.

James on the other hand, felt himself growing hard in his jeans. The very idea that no man had ever been with Jason besides Cliff was turning him on for some reason. The further knowledge that he himself never got further with Jason than a blowjob was slightly aggravating. He looked Jason over. The bass player had kept himself pretty fit during the Black Album tour.

James looked back up into Jason's eyes and then moved his hand over Jason's leg, rubbing slightly.

Jason looked down for a moment, but didn't move away. "Anything else you wanna know?"

"Did you enjoy it?"

Honestly, he had. "Yes," Jason dragged out. "I'm not gonna lie. It was very confusing for a while, but I've come to accept it. I'm straight, but yes, I did have this one wild night, and yes. You guys knew what you were doing."

James, out of practice, but not a novice, saw a window of opportunity. "And you never thought to be with a guy again?" James slowly started rubbing Jason's leg a bit higher.

Jason looked down at James hand and back up at James. "Are you coming on to me? Tonight of all nights? Kirk did mention you’d been drinking, but when aren’t you."

James laughed, but didn't respond otherwise. He simply continued his wandering hand’s journey up Jason's leg, over his arm, and then started massaging the bass players neck. Suddenly, he pulled Jason by the neck towards himself so there were only a couple of inches separating their faces.

"James?" Jason was having a hard time understanding how he'd ended up in this situation again. He tried to remember all the things he had told himself he could have done that night in order to avoid what happened, but like that night so long ago, it was too late, James had already leaned in and kissed him again.

Jason tried to push him away, but James just pushed him into the bed and moved over on top of him. Jason pried his lips free and told him to stop, but James just started kissing along side his neck. A particular spot right behind his ear had Jason squeezing James arm and his eyes almost drifted shut. Damn, if James didn't have a talented mouth. But Jason soon focused enough to push the singer off him. Quickly, Jason stood up from the bed and stood over James.

"You have some fucking god damn nerve, Het!" Jason yelled.

"What?" James shrugged. Jason's flushed anger was actually getting him all the more aroused. He'd felt that, a moment ago, Jason had responded to his touch. James was determined to have him. "You said you enjoyed being with Cliff and I, so what's the problem? I can more than satisfy you alone, Jase."

Jason's mouth actually hung open in shock at that response. "My god, you are the biggest, most arrogant asshole. You think I'm just gonna bend over for real, James? You've been fucking with me all these years already, and I've just stood by and taken all your shit. This is the line Hetfield, I'm not gonna literally take it up the ass from you too."

James started laughing. "You're arguing pride, Jase? Pride? So if I'd been nice to you all these years, I'd already have my hands down your pants?"

Jason just gave him a confused look. "That's not... I mean, no James, just no."

James knew what he wanted; sex, right now, preferably with Jason. He also knew about pride, and how much of it he'd stripped away from Jason all these years, and that night all that many more years ago. Jason was standing before him twitching like a skittish cat. There was really very little in Jason that reminded him of Cliff. It was at times frustrating, and at other times, like now, very much appreciated.

"What if you fucked me instead?" James threw out there, and it seemed an obvious solution even though he'd only ever bottomed for Cliff. Somehow it seemed fitting that it should be with Jason now, and it should be this night.

"What?"

"You don't want me to fuck you. But you do want me. I felt you responding to me, Jase. So fine, I'll let you be on top, and you can stick it up my ass instead," James smirked.

Jason stood still, completely dumbfounded.

After a moment, James grabbed Jason's shirt and pulled his bass player on top of him. Jason's hand moved to either side of James, instinctually finding balance. He was still speechless, but James started kissing his way over Jason's neck again, his hands moved under Jason's t-shirt to rub along his back.

Jason was trying to remember why this was a universally bad idea, but could not get over the feeling of utter relief that was engulfing him. Jason always felt like a bit of an outsider around the other band members, and that feeling was only amplified on this night. For James to come in and offer himself like this, on this night, it was a heady feeling.

James grabbed Jason by the jaw and pulled him down for more kisses. This time, James used his tongue to pry Jason's lips open and delve inside. Jason responded with some hesitation, which soon became enthusiasm, before pulling apart for a second. Jason looked down at James, suddenly overwhelmed by the look on James face: peace, desire, and warmth.

James took the opportunity to start pulling Jason's shirt over his head, and Jason moved to comply. He started kissing over Jason's chest. Slowly he pushed Jason off of himself and back onto the bed, he hovered over him.

"Don't worry, Jase," he said, "you still get to be on top. But that part comes later." James removed his own shirt, his long blonde hair fell over his face above Jason like a lion's mane, and a glint of that predator's eye came over his expression.

Jason, still a bit wary, soon found himself moaning once James started sucking on one of his nipples and using his hand to play with the other. He ran his fingers into James hair, encouraging the treatment.

Had he always held a weak spot for James? Jason wondered. Other guys, groupies and celebrities alike, had approached him before through the years but he'd always turned them down. It was very seldom he was actually attracted to another man, and never enough to actually do anything about it.

James was now sucking on Jason's cock and putting many groupies to shame. Still one of the best, Jason thought as he grabbed onto the sheet. Suddenly James pulled off and looked up at Jason.

"You have lube?"

"What?"

"Lube. You're not gonna do me dry, man."

"Oh," Jase focused for a moment. "Yeah, nightstand by the windows."

"That's handy for a heterosexual."

Jason smiled at the irony. "Anal's for heteros too, James."

James came back and threw the lube on the bed while he stripped off the remainder of his clothes. He moved the Polaroids on top of the bed to the floor beside it. Jason took the cue and got naked as well and moved to the middle of the bed watching James.

"So you've only ever been with Cliff and me." James stated. He laid on the bed next to the bass player.

Jason nodded.

"You've prepared a woman for anal then? With the lube?"

"Yes. Same concept?"

"More or less."

"Except for the prostate."

James smiled. "Well c'mon then Newsted."

Jason smiled over the fact that some things never change, and James was still dishing out orders even now. Any second thoughts he might be having were quickly dismissed, he had wanted James, just like this, or else it would never have gotten this far. Jason wasn't drunk this time.

He was careful preparing James, and it soon became obvious James hadn't done this in awhile, at least not where he was the one getting fucked, and that made Jason feel special like nothing ever before. He may be a novice, but in time he had James demanding to be fucked.

"How do you want it?" Jason asked as he started to move into the man slowly, James winced slightly. "Sorry."

"S'okay," James said, "knew it would sting. Haven't bottomed since Cliff."

Jason paused half way inside and stared at James. He wanted to say something, but didn't know what.

"Why'd you stop?" James looked into Jason's face. "Oh, don't get weepy on me now! Later, okay? Never?"

Jason looked away from James, and slid the rest of the way inside.

"I like it hard and fast, Newsted," James whispered in his ear. "Make it good."

Jason still went a bit slowly at first, trying to find an angle where he might better hit James prostate. Once James couldn't hold back a particularly loud moan he asked.

"Fuck yes," James said exasperated. "Just fuck me already."

Jason tried as best as he could to comply with James wishes, building a rythm that got progressively harder and faster. And James was happy to note that he did so quite well. Not every thrust hit his prostate, but the sporadic stimulation was making his eyes roll back into his head. He was letting out a constant stream of curses that only got worse when Jason started stroking his cock at the same time.

Once James peaked, Jason exhaled and followed. It hadn't been particularly coordinated, but he supposed it was one of those things that got better with practice. He was just glad he hadn't come first.

Exhausted, Jason pulled out and laid next to James, but the singer grabbed him and pulled Jason over to lay half on top of him. The combination of booze and orgasm had James drifting off fairly quickly.

Jason though, was awake for long after wondering if he should try to sneak out of his own bed, or wait to face the music in the morning.

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When James woke up it was still dark outside though he could see the glow of an impending sunrise. He still felt a bit sleepy, but was enjoying the warmth of Jason. He felt he was laying on something, and felt under himself and dislodged the tube of lubrication they’d used. James had been aroused from the moment he regained consciousness, and Jason smelled so good it was not helping to calm his libido.

He ran his hands over Jason for a while, slowly waking his bass player up. A groggy Jason looked up at James with an open look. It'd been years since James had seen him look so vulnerable. Lately it was all guarded looks, if not cold fury.

James brought Jason up to kiss him slowly. They indulged for a while, and then James moved himself over him, laying the man out pliant beneath himself.

He knew Jason was caught in the same haze that he was, the space in between dream and reality that only exists in the small hours of the night. A touch here, a kiss there, and Jason was as hard as he was. He wondered if Jason would protest when he spread the other man's legs and started to slip slicked up fingers into him, but Jason never spoke.

James dared a look into Jason's eyes when he started to slowly thrust his cock inside the bassist. But still, Jason did not speak, simply laid there looking back while encouraging James with hands over the singer's body. Jason came quickly when James moved his hand in between their bodies to help him along, and James followed soon after.

They moved back to the sleeping positions they had been in before. James held on to Jason with both arms, and this time he was the one that stayed awake.
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