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Willing was not a word Jason would have ever picked to describe James Hetfield. No, James should’ve been the opposite of it- inherently stubborn.
Yet, he was on his knees with a single plea. Willing might’ve actually been an understatement. He couldn’t even get Jason out of the studio- couldn’t even take him to the bathroom. His constant eye-fucking was a testament to that desperation. So while Kirk and Lars went for lunch, and Bob and the rest of the crew did whatever it was they did, James was giving Jason the sluttiest blowjob he’d ever received.
The door hadn’t even fully shut behind their bandmates before James had him pressed against the neighboring wall, reducing him to a moaning mess with only his tongue. Jason couldn’t find it in himself to be embarrassed, not when it’d been weeks since he had anything more than a passing ass-grab or knowing look.
And he’d be embarrassed that making out had gotten him hard, if not for James’s mouthing along his neck and palming of his dick, and with just how quickly James dropped down after all Jason said was please.
He felt the cold air on his dick before he could even look down to see James undo his belt and fly, and then his mouth was fully enveloping the length. All the way to the back of his throat.
Jason could feel James slightly gag, but he didn’t pull off; just let spit coat his chin as he worked Jason up and down.
It was the second day back in the studio, and they were all wrapped up in one thing or another before that. No time to sneak away. No time for Jason to needingly wrench his hands in James’s scalp as the flat plane of his tongue wet his cock from base to tip. He was a fucking mess, doing everything he could to not buck his hips into James’s mouth, but he failed when James gave a light squeeze to his balls. James just hummed, sucking him back down, teeth grazing ever-so-slightly in that rough way he’d come to happily learn Jason liked.
And fuck if Jason wasn’t dying for it. He used to be fine without getting laid for a while but something about James made his skin itch. He tried to brush some of the longer strands out of James’s face- something else he was horribly missing, and felt his hips twitch again when James sucked at the tip, looking up at him all the while. He was a fucking bastard that way; sickeningly seductive. All it took was one more deep throat and one more deep, loud moan from Jason before he was spilling down the blonde’s throat. And he swallowed it right up- grinning, still too fucking hot.
“Fuck,” Jason panted, and James was up and kissing him again. Acting like he hadn’t just practically milked him dry. He faintly remembered in the back of his mind that he didn’t even see James take his dick out, so he tried his best to undo James’s belt, barely able to hold his own weight.
Even through his sexy-sly demeanor, Jason knew when James was close. He got less composed and so, so fucking needy. So needy that he resolved to pressing his forehead to Jason’s, fucking into his hand in what he was making sound like the best handjob ever given, and then his hips stilled, just conscious enough to capture Jason in one more kiss as he came, leaking into Jason’s fist, brokenly moaning into his mouth. For some reason, that was always Jason’s favorite part.
They heard voices in the hall not a second later. James made quick work of tucking them both away, panting amidst it; he brought Jason’s cum-soaked hand to his mouth and fucking licked it clean, dropping it just in time for the door to swing open.
“Uh?” Lars.
“Hey, guys…” Kirk. His comically expressive face was one of deep concern- maybe confusion, too. “We brought food back…”
“Thanks. We were thinking about ordering something here,” James said. Horrifically composed. Jason didn’t know how he could talk- but his voice was scratchy, and that made Jason smile.
“Right.” Lars sniffed. He wiped at his nose, setting their big plastic Chinese food bag down. “You guys, uh, alright? Look.. out of breath.”
“Don’t know what you mean.” James sat himself down in front of the bag. Jason hadn’t noticed how far away James had already gotten himself, probably trying to compensate for how red their faces were and how spit-slick their lips were. “You get me Lo Mein?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Kirk was averting his gaze now. Blushing, actually.
Jason finally got himself off of the wall, planting himself on the couch opposite of where James was sitting, smiling a little too big. Maybe they knew. No, they definitely did. But fuck if Jason cared. James was his, always, always, and embarrassment was nothing in the face of whatever it was they shared. He’d like it if they could get a bed next time, though.
He spared a glance to James, and got a wink in return. It did nothing to slow his hastily beating heart, but it did warm it.