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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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Chapter Eight: James makes a point. Jason accepts.

Kirk and Lars wandered into the studio about an hour late the next day and in a very good mood. Jason looked up at them when they walked in and smiled and waved in greeting. James was already in the studio laying down tracks with Bob.

Kirk went ahead and sat next to Jason while Lars took a seat next to Bob at the controls.

"Sorry, we're late," Kirk said.

"No big deal." Jason said.

"I didn't see your car outside."

"James picked me up."

"Oh?" Kirk said. "So you guys kissed and made up?"

"Yeah. Except for the kissing part." Jason laughed.

"You missed out on make-up sex? Jase, that's the best part." Kirk teased. "That's all right, Lars and I had make-up sex for you."

Lars, who had been overhearing the entire conversation, started laughing, but Jason blushed.

"Lars, look! We made a grown man blush."

"Wow," Lars said, "and we didn't even given him details."

"If you did I'm sure he'd have a heart attack," Bob piped in.

This made Kirk and Lars laugh even louder, and even Jason joined in the laughter.

The rest of the day was spent with much the same ease. Jason noticed how seamlessly Lars and Kirk went back to normal. Or perhaps, he thought, they had been occasional lovers since he met them and therefore would not know how things might have changed between them when they started sleeping together. Had James not mentioned it to him, Jason would never have known the difference between yesterday and today with the Dane and the Filipino.

So busy analyzing Kirk and Lars, Jason never noticed James, but Lars did. He was as in tuned with the singer as he was with himself. The first time Lars saw James look at Jason, he realized that James' look had changed from one of love to one of longing. But the band spent the entire day together, and Lars didn't have a chance to call him on it.

That night Metallica decided to unwind in a pool hall, maybe have a few drinks. They went to another of their haunts and everyone pretended not to notice that the place they'd been to a couple of days prior, the place with Dylan and that band, was not even mentioned as a possibility. At the pool hall, and a couple of rounds later, James was kicking everyone’s ass at pool as usual.

Lars was standing in a corner waiting for James to finish his shot while Kirk and Jason were at the bar picking up the next round of beers and an order of wings with celery. When James bent to take his shot, Lars noticed Tom Hunting walking in to the place with two of the guys from Exodus. He cursed fate under his breath.

Tom Hunting was the drummer for Exodus, Kirk's first band. It wasn't that there were any bad feelings between them all, but Lars would have rather Dave Mustaine walk through the door at that moment. The real problem was that Tom was also the drummer for Jason's side project IR8, the band James had chewed Jason out for.

"Hey, man," Tom had spotted them and walked over. The fool, Lars thought. "what have you guys been up to?"

James finished his shot and looked up at Tom without answering.

"Just working on the album. It's been coming along," Lars answered.

And then Jason and Kirk came back with the food and drinks.

"Jase," Tom turned his attention," Kirk. Oh cool seeing you guys here. You know, we never come here, but Gary's brother recommended."

"Nice to see you, Tom," Kirk hugged him.

"Yeah, man," Jason greeted with another hug. Lars noticed James' knuckles tighten around his cue stick as he got ready for his next shot.

"So, we're gonna go get a table. Are you guys playing teams?" Tom asked.

"No, it's just James and Lars right now," Jason added.

"You wanna play a round with us then?" Tom asked. "There's only three of us, we could play teams."

"Yeah, I'll go," Jason said," Kirk is next after Lars' loses anyway."

"Hey!" Lars protested.

"I'll be back," Jason said before grabbing one of the beers and walking off with Tom.

James missed, Kirk slapped his hand on his forehead, and Lars rolled his eyes before getting ready for his turn.

About 20 minutes later, James was sulking in the corner as Lars and Kirk played against each other. He hadn't been able to keep from looking at Jason with Tom and the other guys. Jason was smiling and obviously having a good time. James knew he had no right to be angry, but that wasn't about to stop him. When he saw Jason go into the bathroom he stood up and followed him in, never noticing Kirk and Lars staring at his back as he did so.

James walked in as Jason was washing his hands, alone.

"Hey, James." Jason said casually, "we just finished a game. Are Lars and Kirk almost done? I'll go back with you guys."

"Really?" James said "you wouldn't rather stay with Tom?"

Jason turned off the faucet and grabbed a paper towel to wipe off his hands. "Now, why would say that?"

"You came here with us and you went off with some other band."

"So? It wasn't my turn yet. You have a problem with me hanging out with Tom or with Exodus? Tom and I aren’t making any more demos together if that's what you're thinking." Jason threw the paper towel into the trash.

"I just rather you not hang with Tom," James moved forward until he was facing Jason. "There's too much history there between him and what's mine."

"Excuse me?" Jason said.

James didn't respond with words, instead he kissed Jason's lips. He grabbed the back of Jason's neck to get him to move to a better angle. Much to his surprise, Jason kissed back without a word. Just as fervently, Jason grabbed James by the arms and pulled him closer.

"You heard me," James said between kisses, "mine."

Jason either didn't get it or didn't care because he kept kissing James, tasting his mouth, sucking on his tongue, caressing James muscles with his hands.

James pulled away and pushed Jason into an empty bathroom stall.

"James we're in public." Jason finally piped up.

"I’ll close the door," James said. He locked the stall door and quickly resumed his attentions on Jason, pushing him against the wall of the stall and starting an assault on his neck. He'd been seeing red since Tom had first walked up to them, and he'd been half afraid Jason would push him away. Jason's sighs of pleasure were like a soothing balm on James' temper.

Jason knew he'd been asking for trouble when he left to shoot pool with Tom, but this was not really the reaction he had expected from James. Not that he wasn't enjoying it, he was. He was somewhat overwhelmed with the attention.

James unbuckled Jason's belt and pants and then stuck his hand in to stroke Jason dick directly; he groaned into James ear.

Jason's hips were moving in tandem to James strokes. His eyes were drifting shut.

"Look at me," James demanded. Jason's eyes opened to lock on James. The lead singer removed the hand muffling Jason's mouth. "That feel good?"

"Yeah," was Jason's breathy response.

"Good. Then come for me, Jase, just for me."

A few more strokes and Jason came, letting out one last breath with James name on it, hands twisting on his band mates shirt.

James just smiled at him. Kissing him again as Jason came down from the natural high. Then James let go of Jason's cock grabbed some toilet paper which he handed to Jason. As Jason cleaned himself up, James wiped off his hand with some more paper.

"What about you?" Jason asked.

"You wanna lend me a hand?" James smirked.

Jason saw this as a moment of truth. He’d let James drag him into this stall and let James give him a hand job. Hadn’t Jason enjoyed James’ attention every single time the singer had made a pass? So, Jason reasoned, there was no point in hesitating now, or ever again.

Jason moved his hand over James crotch, stroking him through his pants. His motions were somewhat hesitant, as this was new territory for him. The couple of times he'd been with James, it had been mostly reacting to what James did to him.

James groaned in response. Emboldened, Jason began undoing James' pants and then stuck his hand in to stroke his’ cock, as the mans had done to him.

"That's good, Jase," James praised.

Jason wanted to do more to James, wanted his band mate to come undone for him. He completely freed James cock from it's confines and then started to lower his pants down a little further for better access.

Jason looked into James eyes and held them as he sunk slowly to his knees in front of the mighty Het. James had done it for him, but he'd never returned the favor. He saw understanding dawn into James’ eyes, and then Jason looked at the cock standing at attention in front of him.

Now this was completely new territory. Jason had never imagined himself giving a blowjob before. He took a tentative taste to the head with a swipe of his tongue and heard James head hit the back of the stall.

"Jase, please don't tease," James groaned out.

Taking everything he could remember from the blowjobs he'd received, Jason went to work on James, sucking James' cock slowly, learning the taste of it and how different it was from anything he'd ever done before. It wasn't gross as he'd imagined, and the discomfort of his knees on the dirty tile were soon forgotten as James tangled his fingers in his short hair and let out a steely groan.

He was a novice, James thought. Of that there was no doubt, although it was still a pretty good blowjob. What really got James off was the knowledge that this was Jason's first time sucking cock. That his was the first cock to ever fuck that mouth. And the only, James thought hopefully.

"Jason?" Tom's voice could be heard from inside the bathroom. So wrapped up in each other, neither had heard the door open or anyone come in. "You still in here?"

James held Jason’s head down to keep the bassist from stopping. "Jason’s a little busy now," James groaned, “He’ll be out soon. Very soon, I think.”.

"Okay, sorry to interrupt." Tom replied. They heard the door open and close as he walked out.

James moved his hands above his head to hold onto the dividing wall of the bathroom stall in order to resist shoving Jason's mouth on him further.

"You look so pretty Jase," James whispered just loud enough for the bassist to hear. "So pretty with your lips wrapped around my dick."

Jason groaned at James crude language. The sound reverberated through James and he had to hold himself back from coming on the spot.

"Jase, I'm close," James groaned, "I'm warning you now. I'm gonna come."

Jason opened his eyes and looked up at James face, lips still sucking at him. As soon as James looked down into his bassist's eyes it was over. He bit his bottom lip to keep from moaning out loud as he spilled himself in Jason's mouth.

Jason swallowed what he could, then he cleaned himself up with toilet paper what he couldn't. He stood back up and James slammed him to the other side of the stall and kissed him hard.

"Thank you," James added. Jason nodded in response.

Once they were all straightened out they walked out of the bathroom together.

Jason eyed Tom and friends by the pool table. They looked up at him, but James pulled him away by his shirt before he could do more than waive at them.

Reaching the table with Kirk and Lars who were lazing about, Jason sunk into a nearby chair.

"Where have you two been?" Lars asked.

"Bathroom," James replied.

Kirk stifled a laugh.

"Well, I won, it's Jason's turn to play me," Lars said. He looked at Jason slumped in the chair. "Or perhaps you guys wanna head out?"

"That's a good idea," James smiled. "Let's go, Jase."

Jason looked up at James, and saw him smile.

Jason stood up and stood next to James, decision made for better or worse. "I'll see you guys tomorrow,” he said to Lars and Kirk.

"Yeah, see ya," James said and then lead Jason away with a hand on the shoulder.

"Night," Lars and Kirk called out at the same time.

After James and Jason were gone., Kirk started racking up for another round of pool.

"Do you think they'll be okay by themselves?" Kirk asked.

"I'm not sure, but I think maybe yes."
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