Rough me up // Jameson.

Part 3

A/N: I know I said I'd have smut in this chapter but I got sidetracked. I promise it will be in the next one dhdbnd .

I kept my distance from Jason when we got into the city for the show, not pushing him to talk to me when we got off the bus, but celebrating in silent triumph when he allowed me to book us into the same hotel room for the night. I didn't even complain when he took the spare bed,- he'd be back in my arms before the end of the night.

Or at least I hope he would. Lars's words had given me a lot of cognizance on Jason's desires, especially the trust aspect of the whole thing. I'm still a little apprehensive, but I at least want to try because I really do love Jason just that damn much. It shouldn't be that hard anyway, not much of a strain to maybe slap his ass a few times, yank on his hair, and then just bend him over and fuck him a little harder than I usually do. If he's into it, than so am I, it's not like he wanted to do anything involving animals or dead bodies or anything, right? Jesus, thinking about it that way I'm not even sure why I was so freaked out.

I glance over to Jason. He's on the couch, absentmindedly flipping through channels, and he turns his head when he feels me staring at him. His face is impassive for a moment, blank as we peer at each other, but he shoots me a small smile after a moment. It's not the beaming grin he usually sends my way, more withdrawn and self-conscious, but it's a damn sight better than the aggrieved glower of earlier, and it has me grinning in response before he turns back to the tv, shoulders falling slightly.

'Soon, babe.' I thought to myself, heading into the bathroom to shower before the show. 'Just you wait.'

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Jason defrosts more and more over the course of the day, mostly during our short practice at the venue, when he and Kirk would huddle together between songs to whisper and murmur. I couldn't help but be reminded about what Lars said about 'Subby bottoms sticking together.' Kirk and Jason were always pretty close, and before I had viewed that as Kirk going over me and Lars's heads to get chummy with the hired gun, but now I'm glad their friendship managed to blossom even in the face of all the bullshit and hazing, I'm glad Jason had someone looking out for him those first few years or he might have left the band all together and I never would have discovered my feelings for him, would still be the same lonely asshole I was when I met him.

That friendship is probably what leads Kirk to corner me at the catering tables, lips pursed in absolute displeasure and disappointment as he sizes me up.

"James Alan Hetfield."

Oh great, he's pulled out the 'Alan' he only does that when he's really pissed, and I only let him get away with it because truth be told, that little fucker can be vicious when he's angry. Luckily for me, I already know what he's pissed about, so I'll be able to escape this exchange without having to go through a patent Hammet lecture.

"I'm handling it."

If anything, that seems to make him more upset, eyes narrowing into slits as I try in vain to make Jason's sandwiches for him in peace. I can see now why he and Lars are so compatible-they're both great at making me feel like a total five year old.

"You're handling it?" Ah shit, here we go again. "James, do you have any idea how bad you made him feel?" Yea, I do, and it sucks, but once again, I'm going to fix it.

"Just trust me man, I'm going to take care of it."

This does does nothing to placate the smaller man, hands flying up in absolute exasperation. "I don't see how. You really hurt his feelings. And for what? Kinks? I mean I get you saying no, but you didn't have to freak out on him like that-"