body electric || kirk hammett

v.

CHAPTER FIVE

his eyes were glued to the open road ahead. one hand on the wheel while the other was propped up lifted to his lips, biting his thumb nail.

the drive was quiet. you stared out the window and watched the shadowed trees and other cars go by. after ozzy, he played the eagles. best of my love played faintly from the radio.

"but here in my heart,"
"i give you the best of my love"
"oh, oh, oh, oh sweet darlin'-"

kirk abruptly turned it off, leaving you both in silence. "i'm sorry." he said quietly, barely audible.

"don't worry about it." you said just as stifled then it went back to quiet. "can you stop at a pay phone?" he nodded without the explanation and kept an eye out for the nearest booth.

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somewhere along the road one came into view. he pulled over on the side, leaving the engine running while you opened the door and he hopped out to take a quick smoke.

taking your last pocketed quarter to the boxlike machine, you dialed audrey. she faithfully answered this time.

"hey." she answered, her voice raspy from taking an LSD, you guessed. "you should be here by now. i was just about to drive down to check on you. you ok?"

"hey," you breathed into the phone, looking over at kirk. you watched in the overcast streetlight as he leaned against the car hood, cupped his hands, and lit a cigarette. "yeah, i'm fine. listen i'm staying with the boys tonight instead."

"oh. you sure you're fine? you sound scattered." she cleared her throat. "drugs are bad you know, they age you."

unconvincingly, "yeah. yes, i'm fine." you shook off.

"what boy picked you up? james?"

"uh no." you inhaled, getting a glimpse of his drag. "kirk. he was driving by and it just.. happened. i gotta go, now."

"kirk eh? did you two hookup?" she asked. and when you didn't respond, she sighed. "spill it to me later. no worries. be safe." she said, then, "bye, love you!"

a crisp breeze blew your way and you smiled, "love you." and hung the phone up.

walking back down along the road to the car, you propped up beside him and pulled a cigarette from your pocket, motioning him to light it for you. he did.

you put it to your lips then smoked wordlessly in the cold for a solid five minutes. your silent sedation being all what you couldn't say, your breaths descending in both smoke and frigid air.

"i'll stay." you said, taking a puff.

he looked down, listening to you continue. "only for a week."

although hopelessly expected, part of you wanted him to object your considerate action. to tell you he didn't want to be the reason you stayed, that it was fine, and that he'll drop you off at her place right now.

but he remained still, looking down, no objections.

no matter how self-serving it was, he wanted you to stay with him. even if it was just for a week, the mere thought of you staying in the same house as his uncle gave him all sorts of feelings; nausea, passive resistance, an overprotective and determined sensation.

if jared were the cause of something happening to you, he would (undoubtedly) end up in jail.

it was hard to control himself whenever you weren't around. during his temper's he found himself actually counting down the minutes until you arrived to scold him.

to him, you were like over-the-counter benzodiazepines. a tonic, a sedative, to calm his mind and relax his muscles. you were a drug he took alongside the others: weed, cocaine, heroin, the pills in his pocket he took just to get out of bed.

how else to describe you other than his favorite addiction? other than you he found that nothing else matters.

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you opened the door to the trailer. the others were already in their rooms, fast asleep. "i'll give you a shirt to sleep in." he said, shutting the door and leading you to his room.

he dug for a fitting band tee while you went through his stack of cds, mindlessly flipping through the hard plastic. "i didn't know you were into fleetwood mac." you smirked with amused contempt, picking the case up to show him.

he snatched it from your hold, "that's not mine. it's.. it's lars." and went back to digging for a shirt. you hummed, continuing to look through.

eventually he pulled one out, handing it to you. it was a simple black tee that read 'kerrang!' in grey across the chest.

you took it, "thanks." and he headed for the door to give you your privacy.

the door shut and you changed into his shirt. it was loose (sleeves almost came to your elbows) but comfy on your skin.

when he came walking back in, he was shirtless in his sweatpants. one as well as the other went silent.

you swallowed; hard. your throat got caught midway. since when did his skin shine in the musty fluorescent light that way? he smiled at the way his shirt looked on you, how it defined your physique.

the atmosphere around seemed to be motionless. privily in his room, time seemed to taunt you both. give in, step closer, venture.

shaking it away like sensual fog, you said. "i better go. i'll be on the couch." you outstretched your arms to give him a brief hug goodnight.

he wrapped his hands around your lower waist, a second being all you got of him holding you tightly. when you pulled away, he said quietly, "you gave me a kiss last time."

you tilted your head up. he was slightly smiling his self-effacing grin. "you were awake?" he shrugged his shoulders, not giving you a definite reply. "i felt it."

lightering, you teased, "how do you know it wasn't lars giving you a kiss goodbye?"

"i don't." he lied.

in actuality, he knew it was you. not because he had kissed lars before (or anything..) but because he had conceptualized your lips. in his late, high, delirious state, he envisioned what they felt like, tasted like. and when you did, it met his expectations without lack or fault.

it would be amusing hearing him say it, but knowing him he would never. "are you saying you want one?" you grinned.

he shrugged again, his dark eyes cast anywhere but yours, his cheeks tincturing red. it was unbelievable how cute he was being. who would've thought that a metalhead could be bashful.

so, you walked up to him, reached to grab his face with both hands, and kissed his right cheek. "goodnight kirk." you pulled away smiling.

he held back his shy smile, his cheeks lifting high. "night." he said and watched you leave the room.

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