Jameson // Metallica

FIRST MISTAKE

Walking down the corridor after what might have been the shittiest show of his life, Jason felt a tap on his shoulder. When he turned around, he was knocked to the floor by a backhand, delivered by a person he had no time to recognize.

"What the--"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was snatched up and flung into a dark, cluttered room. The door shut loudly and the light came on. The person that had grabbed him was James. He didn't know whether to be relieved or even more terrified. He leaned toward the latter.

"James, wh--"

He was cut off by another smack, and he brought his hands up to feebly defend himself. "Why a--"

"What the HELL is wrong with you?" James shook him for emphasis, and his hair came down over his face.

"I don't kn--"

"Are you trying to make us look like a bunch of assholes?"

His heart sank as he realized what James was talking about. "I'm -- I'm sorry." He frantically searched his mind for more profusely apologetic words, but they didn't come.

"Sorry. You're -- sorry." James's words cut through him like a serrated knife. "Damned right you're sorry."

James drew his hand back again and Jason flinched, shaking. When Jason reached for the doorknob, he slapped his hand away roughly and locked the deadbolt.

"You're not going anywhere."

"W-what do you want?"

James slowly wrapped his fingers around Jason's neck. He felt his pulse quicken as he pressed him against the wall. "I want you to give me a REAL apology."

"But I--"

"Get on your knees." He loosened his grip so Jason could comply.

"Do you know how quickly I could replace you?" he hissed. "How fucking worthless you are?" He grabbed a fistful of Jason's hair and pulled back. "It's like you WANT to get kicked out."

"No! Please..." Jason looked away and swallowed the lump in his throat. He couldn't imagine how pathetic he must have looked.

"Prove it then." James let go of his hair and crossed his arms. "Show me how bad you want to stay."

Jason quickly averted his eyes again, his heart pounding in his ears. His lips moved to form words, but he didn't know what he could even say. Was James really going to make him do this? Suddenly he remembered all the times he'd thought about it himself, all the times he'd stroked himself with James on his mind, all the dreams he'd had -- none of them were anything like this.

Shaky hands reached out and unbuckled the belt in front of him, then unbuttoned, then unzipped. Every motion felt unnaturally slow, and he felt a growing dread in the pit of his stomach. If he openly enjoyed it, James would kill him for sure, but if he did a poor job...

"Yeah, fucking thought so," is what Jason was pretty sure he heard over the sound of his beating heart. He shut his eyes and wrapped his trembling lips around James's cock, trying to force any and all pleasurable thoughts out of his mind. Dead kittens, baseball, minor scales, the French Revolution--

"Aaah..." James's moans echoed off the walls and disrupted his thoughts. "Yeah...that's more like it..." He leaned over him, grabbing him by the hair and fucking his mouth. "Ooohh..." His grip tightened, and tears sprang to Jason's eyes.

His scalp stung, he could barely breathe, his knees hurt, and somehow Jason had never been more turned on in his life. Tossed backward into the wall when James was finished with him, a warm wetness splattered across his face. He was almost afraid to open his eyes and wipe it away, he didn't want to move or be noticed at all.

"Clean yourself up." James picked a roll of paper towels off of a shelf and threw it into Jason's lap. "And don't follow me," he added, storming out and slamming the door shut behind him.

He wiped his face and hair thoroughly, wincing as he went over his sore cheekbones. Suddenly painfully aware of his hard-on, he limped out of the room, tissue in hand, thankful that it was too late for tourists to be wandering around but too early for Lars to be back from the pub. He'd have time to dream up ways to explain away the bruises and wash the cum out of his hair, and he'd lay awake all night wondering what the hell happened and why the god damned fuck he liked it so much.