Metallica Imagines

Queer (Lars/Kirk?)

I really don't care at this point. This is the best I consider I could do and I keep my word. If I didn't finish this now I was never going to in the future. If this doesn't make logical sense, sorry I guess. Somewhere in the Load era. In this universe, Lars and Kirk are in a relationship of some sort, though this entire thing makes it sound like I condone cheating, which I don't. It's all fictional.

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"I promise, honey, tomorrow will be a day solely dedicated to you. We'll stay in bed, call room service, read comics, whatever you want. Even sex for breakfast."

Kirk whined, "Lars, I really want to have you all to myself tonight. Can't you just bail the conference?" He tried pleading in any way to convince his sweetheart to leave the business crap behind for the night.

Lars sighed and looked intently into his lover's brown eyes. "Y'know I can't do that. It's my job." He took his thumb, lightly stroking the soft and smooth skin Kirk was blessed with.

"I guess you're right," he rolled his eyes and looked around. "Well, I hope things go well at this precious fucking conference."

Before Lars could interject or say bye for the night, Kirk had already stormed off to the limo out front. He was the only one heading in for the night early—James and Jase were hanging at a bar watching football playoffs. Kirk wouldn't have to deal with any interruptions tonight while sulking in the bitter solitude Lars left him in.

Upon entering the hotel, Kirk headed straight for the elevator. The lobby was vacant, even the young lady working her shift was evidently tired. While going up to the room, Kirk was thinking. Tonight was one of the few nights he would've had to spend with Lars while away from home. The two had been going steady for a few months now and because of how strong their friendship already was, being more intimate wasn't that far of a stretch or complication.

Kirk walked down the lone hallway until he made it to the room he was sharing with Lars. Unlocking the door, he kicked his shoes off and then took off his coat, sinking into comfy mattress of one of the beds. It made him feel tranquil, at least for the moment.

All his thoughts of the Dane who stole his heart were consuming his mind and making their way down to his weak stomach.

"Shit," he spoke resentfully, staring at the ceiling. "You're such an idiot. A pretty face but a fucking idiot. Choosing a conference over me. Why answer the questions of those who don't know shit about you instead of being here, intertwined with me in the sheets, not having to even use words to speak?" Those words floated away into the everlasting universe, allowing Kirk to let the feelings resonate for a moment. Then, he arose to use the bathroom.

Upon coming back to the room, he noticed something that he didn't see beforehand. A tape, next to the VHS player that came with the room. At first, Kirk was just stuck in total curiosity and amazement. When he reached out to touch, he read the note attached.

'JUST WATCH IT. I KNOW YOU'D PROBS BE BORED ALL ALONE. LOVE YOU.'

Lars had signed it off with those cute little hearts surrounding his name. Kirk's face got all hot, blushing. "What the hell? What could this even possibly be?" Without further hesitation he turned on the TV and VHS player, inserting the film.

Kirk sat gently on the edge of the bed, awaiting the surprise. He was welcomed to a black screen for a few seconds then it cut immediately to this really cluttered looking room. Kirk thought maybe this was just a joke and was ready to cut it short, that was of course right before being welcomed by the man of the hour, Lars.

He appeared in the view of the camera, dressed rather provocatively—tight leather pants, a mesh black shirt (which of course was exposing his nipple piercing) and combat boots complemented with a few nice pieces of jewelry. Lars' hair was slicked back and his shaven face was given a touch of mascara and eyeliner. Although he looked insanely irresistible, Kirk had to question the purpose. What was in store for him?