Rough me up // Jameson.

Part 2

Chapter Summary:Jason sulks, James considers, and Kirk and Lars are the voices of reason.

The silent treatment continued the next morning, Jason answering me in non committal grunts and one word answers every time I tried to talk to him, doing his best to keep his distance from me as he packed up for the bus. The worst though was when I tried to kiss him before we left the hotel room, my hands on his hips, muttering apologies under my breath. He hadn't said a word, just turned his head at the last minute, leaving my lips to press firmly to the corner of his mouth, and stood as still as a statue in my grasp, discomfort and sadness radiating off of him.

That had hurt. Not just because he hadn't let me kiss him, but because I could see just how sad he was and it made me feel like complete shit, like I'd failed him in some way by not being able to give him what he wanted, and I felt a deep, sinking feeling of  dejection settle into my gut as we'd loaded into the elevator, still wallowing in our respective despondency, still not speaking to one another.

I couldn't handle it for much longer. I can't have things to back to the way they were before me and Jason got together, when if we weren't actively fighting we just hated to be around each other.

"Jason?" I can see him out of the corner of my eye, shuffling in discomfort as we get closer and closer to the hotel lobby.

"Hmm?" He's picking at his sleeves. He always does that when he gets anxious.

"I'm sorry about last night." There. I'd done it. The Mighty Het had swallowed his pride and apologized for probably the fifth time in his entire life. I don't know what I was expecting. For it to be all sunshine and rainbows after that? For the melancholy shell Jason had retreated into to break and him to just fly into my arms? Well that didn't happen, instead he just sighed, long suffering and disappointed before finally, finally turning to look at me.

"I'm not upset you said no, James. I'm not a complete asshole- I'm upset that you made me feel like shit for even asking. It was hard for me to come out and tell you what I like and you acted like...like I was dirty, or something." I can hear his voice breaking and it makes me feel even worse, feeling like I'd been stabbed in the chest when his hand comes up to wipe at his eyes. "If you had asked me for something I didn't want to do, I would have just said no, I wouldn't have treated you like you were crazy."

"Babe-"

"It doesn't matter James, let's just drop it." The elevator opens before I even have time to respond, Jason shooting out of the lift like a bat out of hell to go find Kirk and Lars, and I'm left alone, feeling like the biggest douchebag on the face of the earth.

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The atmosphere on the bus is...tense, to say the least. Kirk and Lars seem to have picked up on the discomfort between me and Jason, heads close together as they whisper conspiratorially, looking from me to him and back again before muttering amongst themselves. Jason's on the couch near the front of the bus, head buried into some rock magazine, trying desperately to block the three of us out. I'd usually be right there with him, pulling him into my lap to attack him with kisses until I inevitably took him to the bedroom we'd called dibs on, but the second I'd tried to get near him he'd shot me a look full of warning, a look that said 'Don't even fucking think about coming near me right now, Hetfield.' and I respected his space (and valued my balls) and left him alone, sulking near the kitchen area with Kirk and Lars staring at me like an escaped zoo animal.

"Sooo." Kirk's voice breaks me out of my self pitying reverie, wide brown eyes alight with concern as he detaches himself from Lars's side. "I'm going to go talk to J, you two have fun." I want to tell him that Jason isn't in the mood to talk right now, that he's in a bad mood and probably would be for a while, but when Jason looks up from his magazine to see Kirk there, the smile that crosses his face is genuine, eyes warm and inviting as the guitarist takes a seat on the couch next to him.