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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 Note: I'm glad you like, Virtual Bettie. Fran will make an appearance in a couple of chapters.

Jason headed inside the dark bedroom finding his way by the light spilling in from the outside of the room. James stood at the door casting his shadow in the doorway. He watched Jason turn on one of the lamps from the bedside. James came in the rest of the way and shut the door.

James made the first move by walking up to his former bassist who was standing on the side of the bed. Jason made the second move by undoing James’ belt buckle casually, in no hurry, and then unbuttoning the jeans. He let his hand slip inside, caressing James dick through his underwear. James began to harden.

The singer leaned down and started kissing Jason's shoulder and neck, sucking the skin around it and nipping lightly. It was somewhat immature, but he was hoping to leave a mark, something that when Jason looked in the mirror he would have to remember him, even if only for a short while. He moved a hand down Jason's back and into the other man's pants, squeezing his ass possessively.

Jason pulled down James' pants slightly, letting the erection spring free. He licked his palm before wrapping his hand around James’ half hard dick, sliding it up and down slowly, coercing him into full hardness. James thrust into the hand and Jason smiled.

Jason sat on the bed in front of James. Jason was now at a pretty comfortable angle to do something he'd been fantasizing about for many years. And with a small smile and a look up into James' face, Jason leaned in and took his first taste of James' dick.

James watched him do it hypnotized as Jason didn’t bother to tease and sucked James into his mouth. That tongue was everywhere as if Jason were truly trying to make sure he didn’t miss a single spot with his tongue. He was trying to memorize the taste of the lead singer. James held himself up by putting his hands on Jason's shoulders and Jason held on to James' hips trying to keep the man steady.

"Stop," James panted. “Don’t want to come to soon.”

Jason pulled away and looked up at James wordlessly.

James rushed to kiss Jason, tasting the faint traces of pre-cum on his tongue. James pushed Jason back on the bed. He used one hand to unzip the other man's pants and pull them down roughly along with his boxers at the same time. Jason kicked off his sneakers and pants as he climbed further towards the middle of the bed. James finished removing his own clothes as he crawled up the bed over Jason.

Their naked bodies pressed against each other as James lowered himself onto Jason. Their cocks brushing briefly and Jason spread his legs and angled himself to feel it again. He held James hips steady with a hand as he thrust slightly so his dick rubbed against his former band mate and came to full hardness as well.

It was all moving faster than James intended.

"Jase," James whispered in Jason's ear.

"James," Jason moaned.

"Jase," James stopped momentarily to look down at Jason. "How do you want this?"

"What do you mean?"

"I told you in the cab. It won't be like last time," James said seriously.

Jason sighed, so that's what he meant.

NIGHT BEFORE MTV MOVIE AWARDS. JULY 2000

Jason was sitting on the sofa in his hotel room while playing his guitar absently. They had come up to LA early to do rehearsals for their performance on the MTV movie awards. They had gotten up early to go in, and now they were back in the hotel for the rest of the evening.

It was afternoon, the sun still shining valiantly outside, but Jason wasn't feeling it. He'd spend the better part of the last few months recording in his studio with his friends. It's something he'd been doing for years on his off time from Metallica, but for some reason, this time was different.

He was real proud of the work he'd done with the band Echobrain. And unlike other jam sessions he had with various musicians from other bands, these guys were very much committed to this project. They deserved to have this music put out and distributed, and Jason would be proud to be there with them.

This was all lost on James Hetfield. He wasn't surprised the singer had given his stamp of disapproval, but was hoping, still hoping, he would change his mind. Lars didn't care as he had his own problems. Kirk had guested on one of the songs, so he didn't care either. What was James' problem?

What would it matter if Echobrain released an album and Jason went on a small tour? Any tour was small in comparison to Metallica. It's not like James and Lars had written anything for a new album, and when they did, who cared if he was on tour? They never let him input into the albums anyway. As long as he was in the studio when needed, Jason didn’t see the problem.

He put the guitar down, hopelessly. He couldn't even find joy in simply playing anymore. For years the thought of leaving Metallica would be quickly pushed aside. Now though, the benefits of leaving were getting hard to ignore as fast as the benefits of staying in Metallica were getting old.

Someone knocked, and he got up and made his way to answer it. A quick look through the peephole showed the Mighty Het standing at the door.

Jason opened it and stood aside as James entered.

"How's it going?" Jason said.

"You wanted to talk, talk." James gruffed. Jason could smell faint traces of alcohol.

"You know what I'm going to say."

"And you know what I'm going to say," James said.

"Well, this is going well..." Jason said.

Jason closed the door and went back to the sofa, James trailing behind him. He sat down, but James remained standing by the loveseat.

"I'm not going to change my mind, Jay," James said tersely.

"You knew I wrote music when you hired me," Jason argued. "You thought that would go away? I would just stop being creative?"

"I don't remember shit about you from when we hired you. You knew the songs and it was real fucking convenient. Besides, you've written for us."

Jason's decision was getting clearer and clearer and it made him sick to his stomach to see it.

"Dave Mustaine has more credits than I do and he's on one fucking album," Jason said evenly. "You make me submit tapes like I'm still auditioning."

"Lars and I write the songs, you knew that when you joined."

"That's not fucking true!" Jason stood up. "Lars, you, Kirk, and Cliff wrote the songs. I knew that when I joined."

"You walked into a gold situation!"

"And you never let me forget it, Hetfield! Exactly what rites of passage do you and Lars have to pay to be worthy of Metallica?"

"We are Metallica," James said.

Jason didn't even flinch. Really, he'd known that for years. Hearing James say it Jason felt nothing at this point.

"I'm going to release that album," Jason said calmly.

"Hell. Fucking. No. Jason."

James put as much anger as he could in that statement. It was the four of them, and that was that. He could see Jason's point, he really could, but it felt like a personal blow, and James wasn't going to back down from that. He knew how he felt, and that was that he didn't want to share Jason. And since Metallica was the only place he owned Jason, he sure as hell wasn't going to let him cheat on him there.

"James," Jason made another attempt at reasoning. "What exactly is your problem? Exactly."

There was a knock on the door and Jason went to answer it. It was room service wheeling in Jason’s dinner.

As Jason gathered tip money from his wallet, James couldn’t help notice the room service guy ogling Jason. He looked up at James for a second, and noticing that he’d been caught he looked away. He took the money from Jason and left the room never looking back at them.

"Who the fuck is that guy?" James said.

"Who? Room Service?” Jason asked.

James looked at Jason as if he'd said the word "lover".

"I told you I didn't want to catch you with anymore guys."

Jason looked at James as if he's gone crazy.

"Are you fucking him?" James asked.

"I’ve never met the guy! Not that it's any of your god damn business Hetfield. Just cause I’m into guys doesn’t mean I fuck every guy I see."

James grabbed Jason by the arms and got in his face.

"You better not be lying to me," James yelled and now Jason could smell the alcohol more strongly.

"Get your hands off me," Jason tried to push him off.

James looked at him and then did something he never thought he would do. He kissed Jason, hard and punishing.

Jason pushed him away.

"James?" he was more confused than angry.

James didn't answer, instead he kissed him again. Jason tried to back up away from him but James just followed until he pushed Jason down onto the sofa and was on top of the bassist before the bassist could orient himself.

So angry he seemed to have forgotten that he wasn’t supposed to be kissing guys, James tried to kiss Jason, but Jason pushed him away again.

"James, what are you doing?"

"We're not enough for you Jase?" James said as he started to undo Jason's pants.

Jason would have argued if he wasn't so severely confused. Since when did James do guys? Since when did James want him?

"What? Are you talking about Echobrain or room service?"

James pulled Jason's pants down, exposing Jason's half-hard dick to him. James smiled triumphantly; Jason wanted him too or at least wanted this.

"James?" Jason looked down at James half afraid of the smile now gracing James' face.

James didn't say anything. He flipped Jason over without warning. Now Jason was kneeling over the sofa bare-assed, pants around his knees with James hovering behind him.

James stared at what he'd done. Everything he'd been fantasizing about for so long was now all within his hands. Quickly, he sucked two fingers into his mouth and then slipped them roughly into Jason's ass.

Jason scrunched his eyes at the pain, dug his fingers into the cushions beneath him. It didn't escape his thought process that he could push James away, fight him off, but he'd rather... well, he'd rather get fucked until he bled. He wouldn’t fool himself into thinking that he would contemplate turning down James right now.

James didn't waste too long trying to prepare Jason. He'd felt the man flinch, he knew he was being too rough and he hadn't been this eager and thoughtless since he was a fumbling teenager trying to smart mouth his way into a girl’s panties.

He licked his palm and slicked up his dick quickly before lining it up to Jason's hole.

It was then when he finally felt a sliver of doubt. He leaned in to Jason's ear. The bassist was holding his breath.

"I'm not asking permission," James said. Although in a way he was.

Jason understood that.

"I'm not saying no," Jason faintly said.

James let his head drop into Jason's shoulder and then slowly pushed his way inside. Jason was breathing trying to relax around James. After a few moments, James bottomed out, and both men breathed out in relief.

James didn’t give Jason much time to adjust before he felt free to fuck with abandon. He took his shirt off quickly as it was getting in the way. He pushed inside Jason while at the same time being completely mindful of every noise the bassist made, the way his skin smelled when starting to sweat, the way he could feel him pushing back ever so subtly.

It was a relief to James in so many ways. A small part of his brain reminded him that he wasn't gay, but James ignored it. He'd deal with that later; right now all he was going to think about was how good Jason felt underneath him, around him, taking him in.

It was hurting Jason, but not so much he couldn't take it. He thought perhaps the pleasure was all in his own mind. He hated that he felt honored, but that was part of it. That straight-arrow homophobic James couldn't help but want to fuck him, was making him feel good.

Jason braced himself hard with one hand and moved the other one down to jerk himself off. Either James didn’t care or James didn't know enough about gay sex to know what to do. It seemed to be the latter because when James saw what Jason was doing he swatted the bassist’s hand away and replaced it with his own.

It was simple at this point in James head. He was having Jason, like he'd wanted for years. In no way was he going to let Jason do anything. James wanted all the pleasure to come from him and only him, sliding inside Jason's life in a whole new way.

And now to Jason there was nothing, but James. James above him, behind him, inside him, jerking him off so all Jason could do was brace himself and accept him. He looked behind him to see James thrusting hard, all for him. He could see the sweat dripping off James' face, the sweat gathering on James’ chest and sliding down to where their bodies roughly joined. It wasn’t very long before he came in James' hand, riding it out while focusing on the pleasured look on his singer's face.

James felt Jason come when Jason’s ass clenched around his own cock still pumping hard. It triggered his own orgasm right then, and he milked Jason with his hand as he filled Jason with his come.

Jason slumped on the sofa; James slumped on Jason. The two men breathed together synchronized for the first time maybe ever.

After regaining his breath James pulled out, and now finally reality was settling in making him suddenly freak. He’d just fucked a guy. It was Jason, but still. He'd just fucked a guy. There's no way he could take that back. He could deny it for the rest of his life, but in his head he would always know. He'd fucked a guy.

James pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants quickly. He stood up over Jason grabbing his shirt from the floor and slipping it on again. Jason looked up at him still dazed from orgasm.

"You're not putting out that album," James said. He walked away, trying real hard not to let his legs wobble.

Jason grit his teeth and pulled up his pants quickly as he stood. He could feel James' seed spilling from his ass. The first wave of emotion was shame.

But then he closed his eyes, breathed a few breathes to calm down, and then opened his eyes again at the door James had just walked out of. The shame was gone replaced with sudden determination.

If James wouldn't bend, Jason would not be the one to break.

PRESENT

"It's already different," Jason said. "Now stop talking unless it's about what we're doing right now."

"But..."

"Just the now, James," Jason got out from under James and moved the singer on his back. "Fuck the past, fuck the future, look at me now. Just now."

James nodded.

Jason started to move his hand over James' erection lightly as he contemplated what to do to him first. After all, they'd just started.
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