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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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James and Jason drove through the roads without saying a word to each other. The only sounds came from the radio where James had Motorhead blasting. He kept his eyes on the road, mostly; sometimes he took a peak over at Jason. Jason stared out the window, watching the houses go by, thinking about what happened in the men's room not half an hour ago, thinking about the last ten years.

When James pulled up to Jason's house he shut off the engine. Jason didn't even acknowledge that he'd gotten home.

"Mind if I come in?" James asked.

Jason turned to James, suddenly realizing they’d arrived at his house and started to unbuckle his seat belt.

"Yeah, sure."

The two men stepped out from the truck. Jason opened the front door and turned on the lights, throwing the keys on the counter. James closed the door behind him.

"You want a beer or something?" Jason turns to James.

James swooped down for a hard kiss. Jason almost falters back but James' hands start grabbing at his shirt and lifting it off of him. James pulls the now bare-chested Jason into his arms.

"I want you," James whispers into the small space between their mouths.

"Okay," Jason breathes.

"Just like that?" James places a light kiss on Jason's mouth. "You're not going to fight me anymore? Not that I'm complaining."

"I like it when we fuck. It's the one thing I know for certain between us."

Not wanting to possibly dissuade Jason, James doesn’t reply. Instead he takes the initiative and begins to undress the bass player. He does it slowly, enjoying every hitch of Jason's breath, the way Jason's pulse vibrates under his mouth, the sweat starting to gather on his skin.

Jason removes James' shirt in return and starts to run his hands along his chest absently pinching at the singer's nipples. When his own pants have fallen around his ankles, Jason kicks off his shoes and socks and steps out of them.

James unbuckles his own belt. Jason quickly undoes James' jeans and starts to stroke his dick through his underwear.

"I want to fuck you right now, Jase." James moves his hips in shallow thrusts against Jason's hand. "I wanna bend you over that couch over there and fuck you raw."

James' dirty words are like an electric current running through Jason, he unconsciously squeezes James cock a little harder.

"Fuck, yeah." James growls. He moves Jason backwards until they reach said couch. Then he flips Jason over so he's facing away and pushes him forward until he’s bent over it.

James takes a moment to appreciate the position he has his bassist in, taking the time to softly caress the curves of Jason's ass. "Beautiful. Fucking beautiful."

Jason was slightly worried that they had no lube, but decided to remain silent and trust in James' not to hurt him. When the first finger breached he could tell James had used spit to ease the way. It did hurt slightly, but Jason breathed in order to relax. He knew it would hurt a bit, but he was experienced enough to know the hurt would ease away eventually.

When he felt James' cock at his entrance he closed his eyes and dug his nails into the sofa beneath him. James was moving slowly, and Jason was grateful. Whatever amount of spit James had used was not really enough, and Jason could have sworn he felt every single vein of James' cock as it was going in. A part of him was taking great pleasure in that fact, in being able to take and feel all of James.

"You all right?" James was bent over him now, whispering into his ear.

"Give me a sec." Jason spoke. It really didn't take him too long to get use to the feeling this time. He flexed his asshole around James cock, causing the singer to give an involuntary small jerk and moan in response.

"Sorry," James said.

"It's okay now." Jason flexed again. "Fuck me raw, James."

"Fuck!" James let out. He straightened himself and started thrusting into the man beneath him. Jason held on as best he could.

James’ thrusts were hard and fast at first; further motivated by the way Jason had taken to moaning like a bitch in heat.

When he could feel his orgasm starting to build, he slowed down and made the thrusts longer and deeper. He knelt over Jason's sweaty form again. He moved a hand to tug at Jason's neglected dick gently, almost teasing.

"This is how I want you, Jase, just like this."

A moan from Jason was his only response.

James smiled and pressed a kiss to the back of Jason's neck. "You like me fucking you?"

Jason nodded.

"It can always be like this, Jase. Just you and me.”

"James, fuck you talk a lot." Jason said in a raspy voice.

"Your body shudders for me when I do."

James started to put real effort into jerking Jason off. His thrusts became a little stronger. It was only a short time later that Jason's orgasm hit and his body tightened around James' cock, thus taking the mighty Het over the edge with him.

James, spent, sat down on the floor. "C'mere." He called out to Jason.

Jason tried to sit, but winced slightly, and decided to just lie down next to James instead. The singer leaned over him and gave him a long, slow kiss.

They both lay there regaining their breath, sharing occasional kisses while James lay on his side with an arm propping his head up, the other he trailed up and down Jason's chest.

"Can I stay?" James asked.

"Yeah. If you want." Jason shrugged.

"Don't shrug." James said. He wanted to stay, wanted to go back to Jason's bed and wake up next to him in the morning. He didn't want to think about his cold lonely bed waiting for him at home. But he wanted Jason to want the same thing. Casual fuck buddies worked for Lars and Kirk, but it wasn't going to work for him and Jason, James already felt too much for the man. "If you don't care, I'll just go."

"I don't want you to go," Jason said before he even gave it thought.

"You know," James started. His hand roving Jason’s body paused. He realized he was probably just speaking in post-orgasmic bliss, but the sooner they talked about it the less chance for confusion later on.

"What?"

"Lars and Kirk. That's just a casual thing between them. It's one of the few fuck buddy relationships I've seen that actually works."

"Is that what you want?" Jason asked looking into James' eyes.

"No."

"What do you want then, James?" Jason's conversation with Lars came to mind just then.

"You," James stated, "Just you. I think we can give this a shot. I'd like to try."

Jason smiled before he could help himself. Once he felt his lips tug up into that smile, he knew he wanted to give it a shot with James as well. If being with Metallica for all these years had taught him anything about James, it's that the man could love with his entire being. If these past few months had taught him anything, it's that a part of him never gave up hope that someday James would love him in some manner.

"Jason?" James asked a bit unsure.

"What?"

"That was a question. Do you think we can try to... you know... be an 'us'?"

Jason laughed softly. "Yeah, I do."

James exhaled the breath he'd been holding. He leaned down and wrapped himself securely around Jason's frame, sharing a kiss with his new love. Tomorrow, James decided, they'd stay in and let Lars and Kirk fend for themselves in the studio.
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