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Somebody That I Used To Know; Het, James fic, drama/romance
Topic Started: December 16, 2011, 2:04 am (14,475 Views)
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Alright ladies, here is the next update. It's longer than the last one, I hope it isn't too boring to read because of the length.

Enjoy! :)




Chapter 7

It was two days later and Jason had just left for the Metallica tour in Europe. I was sitting on the couch in the den wrapped in the duvet from Jason's bed, drinking a cup of strong tea and crying my little face off. Jason had only been gone about thirty minutes but the reality that he would be gone until Christmas set in and I was feeling lonelier that I had ever felt in a long time. Before he left he promised that he would call me regularly, send me money for rent (though I insisted that I made enough at the car to cover for both of us) and gave me about one hundred hugs and kisses before he finally climbed into the waiting cab. It took all of two minutes alone before I started blubbering like a baby. I was sitting on the couch, wallowing in self-pity when I heard a knock on the front door.

I put my cup of tea down on the table, wrapped myself tighter in Jason's duvet and slowly shuffled over to the front door. I sniffled a bit, wiped my tears off of my face and opened the front door. I was surprised to find James on the other side holding a large cardboard box in his hands. However, my surprise was short lived because I remembered this was one of the men who would get to spend the next few months with Jason and my crying started anew. I couldn't even manage to invite James in because I was sobbing so hard so I just stepped back and waved him in. James' eyes widened when he saw me sobbing but he stepped into the den and removed his ratty white Nike highops.

"Katerina, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" he asked me concerned.

"J-J-Jason's...g-g-goone!" I wailed to him. I know I must have been a real treat to behold with my snotty nose, red puffy eyes and tear streaked face. But at that moment I just didn't care. I plopped myself back down onto the couch and looked up at James as he looked down at me with something close to pity in his eyes. He sat down next to me on the couch and took one of my hands in his. It was warm and dry and comforting. He just held my hand while I took deep breaths and eventually stopped the tears.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him while I reached for the tissue box on the table to dry my cheeks and blow my nose. "Shouldn't you be at the airport?" I asked him suddenly alarmed that he would miss his flight.

"I'm getting the next one, actually. I wanted to come by and see you first before I left" he said to me quietly and a little embarrassed. He got up from the couch and picked up the box that he had set down on the floor when he sat down to hold my hand. He sat back down next to me and handed me the box.

"This is for you" he said. "I've noticed how close you and Jason are and well, I thought you might get lonely with him gone. And obviously I’m right" he smiled gently at me. "Go ahead. Open it." he encouraged.

I gave him a quizzical look before undoing the top of the box and looking inside. Staring back up at me was a beautiful black kitten. I sighed in delight as the little kitten mewed softly at me. I picked him up and held him close while I looked over at James. He was smiling broadly at me and took the box off of the couch to put on the floor.

"Do you like him?" he asked me.

"James...I don't even know what to say. He's so beautiful and tiny! I love him!" I exclaimed with pure delight. James couldn't have known that I had been mentioning to Jason for a few months that we should get a little companion. A kitten or a puppy. Jason always said we didn't need one because we had each other. "hank you so much!".

James looked at me, obviously quite pleased with himself. The little kitten mewed up at him and walked across the couch to say hello. James picked him up and held him up to his face. The little kitten mewed again and batted at his nose and James laughed out loud before setting him down.

"Well I'm glad you like this little Metallicat" he said.

"Metallicat?" I asked him laughing.

"Yeah!" he exclaimed, "I've had him since yesterday. This guy I know, his cat had kittens and I took one for you. I've been calling him Metallicat".

I wrinkled my nose at him and picked up the kitten and said to me, "don't worry little feller, I will give you a better name".

James laughed at me before taking my hand and again and looking at me more seriously.

"Katerina," he said and then paused for a few seconds before continuing, "I know this is none of my business...but I was wondering if you could tell me what you meant when he said that the ring you wear belongs to the man that you killed" James said to me softly. He cocked his head to side slightly, looking me straight into my eyes.

I looked back into his blue ones and was once again amazed at their clarity and beauty. I swallowed. Did I really want to tell James about Marc? A week ago I would have said no, but now...there was something about James that made me feel like I could trust him. I realized that I wanted to tell him and I wanted him to be okay with it and not get scared off.

I swallowed one more time, licked my lips and then began my story.

"The ring belonged to my ex-finance Andre-Marc. I called him Marc for short and I met him when I was sixteen in Montreal. I was immediately drawn to him. He was tall, had long blond hair, blue eyes and the warmest smile I've ever seen. We met in high school after school one day. He played guitar in the high school jazz band and I was on the student council. We just happened to meet in the hallways after school one day and we were inseparable afterwards. Marc always dreamed of being a musician, a blues musician. But the day he heard Black Sabbath for the first time changed his mind and he soon formed a heavy metal band with other musicians that he knew. And you know, they were really good, but Marc died before they were able to sign any kind of record deal.

They were really well known in Montreal though and played four or five times a week if they could. Anyway, Marc and I went to the same university and eventually got engaged. We were so in love. I've never loved anyone or anything as much as I loved Marc. I don't know if you believe in soul makes James, but I think Marc was mine. I didn't even have to vocalize a lot of my thoughts, he just understood me wordlessly.

Everything started to go wrong when the drummer in Marc’s band quit because him and Marc had a falling out. He ended up starting a new band and they became quite successful too. I only found out right before Marc died that the falling out was over me. The drummer, his name was Michael, he had told Marc that he fancied himself in love with me and that he wanted to try and be with me despite the fact that Marc and I were engaged to be married. We even had the wedding planned and booked. Michael was, well the best way to describe Michael was that he was psychotic. He started to threaten Marc and soon the feud became about more than just me. Marc was upset because Michael was using songs that Marc had written in his new band and performing them live and crediting himself as the composer.

Things eventually came to a head when there was a party hosted by one of the members of one of the local bands up in the Laurentian Mountains. Marc and I had driven up together and he planned on staying sober that night so we could drive to a hotel later on. Michael was there and him and Marc got into a heated argument. Marc eventually insisted that we leave because he was so pissed off. We got into our car and started driving back down through the mountain pass."

I paused in the middle of the story and looked up at James for the first time since I began. He was listening intently and staring at me intensely.

"Don't stop" he whispered to me. I nodded and continued.

"We had only been driving about twenty minutes when a truck appeared behind us. It came up behind us quickly and started to drive so closely behind us that we couldn't see the headlights in the rear view and side view mirrors. Marc got really pissed when he recognized the truck as Michael's. He slowed down and Michael rammed the back of the car. He rammed in repeatedly and eventually Marc decided to try and just outrun him. He sped up the car while at the same time Michael had pulled up beside us and drove his truck into the side of our car."
I paused as I was coming to the most awful part of the whole story. I was shaking as I remembered how terrible that night was. The roads and been clear and the weather beautiful, but speed and anger had worked against Marc that night. I felt the tears start to run down my cheeks as I recalled the painful memories. James held my hand for the third time that day and he gave it a small squeeze and nodded at me to continue.

"Marc lost control of the vehicle and he swerved off the side of the mountain onto a small ledge maybe forty feet over the edge of the main road. The car hit a tree nose first and the branches shattered the windshield. My airbag deployed, b-b-b-but," I stammered as I got to the worst part "but Marc's didn't. His chest was also pierced by one of the larger branches. When I saw him, he was slumped over the wheel and bleeding from his face and chest. I thought he was dead!" I was crying now, "only he moved and I knew then that he wasn't dead. I had a broken arm and a few cuts, but for the most part I was okay. I remember climbing out of the broken windshield because my door wouldn't open and I remember crawling around to the driver's side door and yanking it open. I remember Marc falling out of the door onto the cliff ledge when I unfastened his seat belt. I remember holding his head in my lap and telling him that everything would be okay and that someone would come. It must have been at least an hour and not one car had gone by. I knew that Marc was going to die and I knew that he was in pain. He was in and out of consciousness. He was barely breathing and every breath he took was accompanied by a soft sucking sound as his lungs filled with blood. He eventually asked me to help him. He told me he loved me and would I please help him. I knew what he wanted; he was begging me with his eyes."

I was about to tell James the one thing I had never told anyone in my life. I hadn't even told Jason when I told him about Marc and why I left home. I took my final breath, and allowed myself a few seconds to collect myself. James didn't say anything. He waited patiently for me to continue.

"I unwound the scarf that was around my neck and I placed it over Marc's mouth and nose and I held it in place. His body shook and his eyes closed as his body fought for air, but it didn't last long." I whispered. "And that's how I killed the man that I loved" I whispered even more softly as the tears poured down my face. I didn't look at James because I didn't want to see the disgust in his eyes.

But I felt his arms wrap around me as he pulled me across the couch and into his lap. He pulled me tight against his chest and wrapped his arms tightly around me and held me while I silently wept onto him. We sat in silence for a few minutes before I allowed myself to peek up at his face. He had his eyes closed but I could see a trail of tears across his cheeks as he cried with me. I pushed my faced against his chest and breathed in his scent deeply. It was comforting and it felt like home. He smells so good I thought to myself.

"What?" James said to me.

"What?" I said back.

"Did you just say I smell good?" he asked me, smiling slightly through his tears.

I looked down embarrassed before saying, "Did I saying that out loud? Oops."

We sat in silence for a few more minutes before James said, "Katerina...I don't know what to say, other than I'm so sorry and that while it may not exactly be the same, I understand how terrible it is to lose someone that you love. And I want you to know, that if you ever need to talk about this with someone or just talk about anything at all, I'm here to listen. I know that what you had to do must have been awful, but I also know that you did it because he loved him and you obviously didn't want to see him suffer any longer than he had to. I think what you did was really brave".

I nodded my head against his chest and realized that he must be talking about losing Cliff. I immediately felt guilty as I realized that not once had I ever expressed my condolences to any of the band members on losing Cliff. Wow, I thought to myself, I'm such an asshole.

"James," I said, "I'm really sorry about Cliff".

He didn’t say anything for a few minutes. He just held me tighter and rested his chin against my head before finally saying, "Yeah me too.".

After awhile James said, "I guess I can see why you don't want to date anyone just yet. The ring, it was his?"

"Yeah. It's his wedding band actually. Well, it was suppose to be. I kept it and had it sized to my finger." I answered him. I felt James nod against my head.

"Katerina, did you like kissing Kirk?" he asked me out of the blue.

I pulled back and looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. "What?"

"Well, I just mean. Lars said you guy said chemistry. Did you like it? Do you like him?" James asked me a little sheepishly.

"Kirk's a good kisser" I replied with a small smile. "But it was a game, nothing more."

James shifted me a little in his lap so I was facing him completely instead sitting in his lap sideways. He put his hands on either side of my face and push my long hair back behind my ears. He leaned forward and I thought he was going to kiss me and my heart sped up. Instead he kissed both of my cheeks where my trail of tears was. Then he leaned forward more to whisper into me ear, "I'm a better kisser than Kirk".

With that he pulled back to look into my eyes before slowly brushing his lips against mine. When I didn't pull away, he deepened the kiss slightly and licked my lips. My heart was racing and I didn't know how I felt about what was happening. Half of me was doing back flips in my head saying YES KISS HIM and the other half was saying NO, he will only break your heart. However, the yes side won out and I opened my mouth, inviting him to kiss me deeper. He quickly took advantage and pushed his tongue into my mouth, exploring. He massaged my tongue with delicate strokes and even licked the roof of my mouth, which sent tingles down my spine. As we kissed I felt his hands move from my hips to wander upwards towards my breasts. He brushed the undersides of them gently with his thumbs. When I didn't push him away, he gently cupped my breasts in his hands and squeezed them even more gently, while at the same time groaning into my mouth with raw desire. He pushed his hips up towards my groan and I could feel his hardness pressed tightly in between us.

I gently broke the kiss and moved his hands back to my hips. He looked into my eyes a little dismayed. But I smiled at him and said, "You are a better kisser than Kirk".

With that he smiled broadly at me and gave me a quick peck on my lips. He looked past me for a moment and then his eyes widen in surprise.

"Fuck! Shit!" he said I scrambled off of his lap and he rose. "I'm going to be late for my flight. Listen I've got to go, Katerina. I..." he trailed off and looked at me almost pleading for me to understand.

"James" I almost laughed at him, "Go! Don't miss you flight."

"I'll call you" he said as he headed towards the door. I nodded as I opened it for him.

"Thanks for listening" I said.

"Anytime" he replied. He gave me one last kiss on the lips before stepping over the doorway. "Take good care of Metallicat" he called as he rushed down the stairs.

I smiled as he disappeared from my view and then thought to myself how things had certainly just got interesting.
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Hey ladies,

Hope everyone had a Merry Christmas!

To those of you reading this fic, I'm not sure when I will update this next. I keep changing my mind about where I want this fic to end up and thus, I keep drastically changing what I've written. I'm also experiencing writer's block :( Hopefully I will make up my mind soon and then I will post the next chapter.

I can say however, that the next chapter will be a long one and will contain a few little twists :)
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Hello everyone. So I was feeling inspired today and I was able to finish the chapter. I ended up changing it considerably from what I had previously thought I would be writing but I think it makes more sense this way.

Hope you enjoy and feel free to critique :)




Chapter 8

It was almost three weeks before I received a call from Jason. I have to admit that I was lonely. Jason and I had seen each other and spent a significant portion of our days together for the past year and a half. Without him here I felt empty and bored. I often found myself wondering how he was doing and whether or not the shows were going well. While I obviously didn’t doubt his ability to play bass, I was slightly worried about how well he would get on with the guys since he had only really know them a week before going out on tour. Every day I hoped that he would call, even just for five minutes and let me know that he was doing okay. But as the days went by and he didn't call I found that I had to find things to occupy my time to keep from thinking about him. I was thankful that James and given me Metallicat because I he helped to ease my loneliness and I ended up talking to him about my days.

During this time I continued to work nights at the bar and during the day I played with Metallicat, who I decided to name Figuro after the little black cat in Pinocchio. I was also looking for a new job. I figured that since I had spent all this money on getting a university degree, I might as well try and put it to use. Also, having a day job would allow me to lead a more normal life and maybe make some new friends. The only real friends that I had in San Francisco were Jason and Dahlia and Jason had obviously left, while Dahlia worked a second day job so she was often too busy to get together. So during the day I was also job hunting, but so far I had had no luck.

But it wasn't just Jason that was pissing me off. James, after he had kissed me and I had let him kiss me and kissed him back, had promised to call me. He too, had yet to call me. In many ways I wasn't surprised. I knew James' reputation for being a hard partier when on tour. He was probably drunk every night, sleeping with god knows who and spending half the day sleeping off a hangover. Then he would get up, go to the next venue, play his gig and repeat the cycle. But, this still didn't change the fact that I was pissed. When he first came over I was touched that he had taken the time to think about how Jason going on tour would affect my life and a little more pleased than I wanted to admit that he had kissed me. Now, I was starting to wish that he never had because I don't like to played for a fool and that’s how I was starting to feel. But I also decided that I wasn't going to sit around and wait for him to call. I took Dahlia's advice that she had given me one night at the bar, and I had accepted an offer to go on a date with one of the bar regulars. His name was Anthony and the date was scheduled for the following weekend.

It was close to three in the morning when Jason finally called me. I had just gotten home from the bar and was about to crawl into bed when the phone rang.

"Hello?" I whispered sleepily into the phone.

"Kat? It's Jason sweetie. How are you?" Jason said loudly into the phone. It was difficult to hear him due to all the background noise, that from the sounds of it, was obviously some sort of party or get together. However, I wasn't really all that concerned about the party going on in the background. I was more concerned with the fact that Jason knows my schedule and chose to call me when he knew I would just be heading to bed.

"Jason! What the hell!" I shouted at him, instantly awake, "You know I'm about to go to bed! You do realize it's almost three in the morning here. Could you really not have called at say, I don't know, maybe when it's not the middle of the night!" I paused before continuing, "And by the way, thanks for calling three weeks after you left. It's not like I haven't been here missing you, wondering how you're doing, how the tour is going, wondering if you're dead or alive! What the fuck Jason!?" I was sitting up in bed now and unfortunately my shouting had woken up my kitty and he bounded up onto my bed and started to purr and meow while rubbing himself against my arm.

Jason chose to ignore my questions and instead focused on the meowing that he could hear in the background. "Did you get a cat?" he asked me.

"Yes, I did. And maybe you would know that if you actually, oh I don't know, called me!" I hissed at him rather testily. I know that I wasn't exactly being fair because I didn't know what his situation was like, but it didn't change the fact that I was still mad at him.

"Look, Kat. I'm sorry. I know it doesn't excuse me not calling, but if you give me the chance to explain, then I'm sure you would understand" he shouted back at me, not because he was angry, but because the noise of the party had just gotten louder and he was nearly inaudible when he spoke into the phone.

I sighed, took a deep breath, rolled my shoulder blades and then leaned back against the headboard of the bed. I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed a hair elastic to pull my long hair back into a messy bun with. I got comfortable and settled myself down for a long conversation.

"Okay" I said loudly into the phone so that he would be able to hear me, "Can you find somewhere a little quieter. I can barely hear you".

"Yeah, give me a second" he replied. I could hear him start pushing his way through people. There was a lot of rustling and I could hear Jason saying excuse me, sorry and move! Finally after a few seconds I heard a door shut and the noise of the party was noticeably less loud. "Okay, I'm in the bathroom, can you hear me now?" he asked me.

"Yeah, it's good" I replied back. I picked up Figuro and put him on my lap and stared to pet him. "So, tell me everything. How's the tour? How are you?".

"I'm tired Kat. I'm so tired. I'm running on almost no sleep all the time. I don't know how the other guys do it. But it's like every fucking night there's a party and because I'm the new guy I feel like I need to go and make a good impression, show them I'm one of them, you know?". He said it so quietly that I had to strain to hear every word. Before I could say anything he continued. "The shows have been awesome. Being on stage with musicians of that calibre and playing that kind of music just blows my mind Kat. I mean it's really fucking amazing. This is my dream come true. When I'm up on stage, I just try and soak it all in and remember every single second just in case it all goes away. The crowds have been unreal and all the kids give us some much love and support. God Kat, I just wish you could be here right now with me. I wish you could see what it's like here. I miss you so much." He finished.

I was so happy for him. I was happy that he was enjoying the shows and feeling like he belonged with Metallica up on stage. I was ecstatic for him because he was living his dream. But underneath his excitement for the music I could sense that there was something else he was holding back and not telling me. I was determined to get this out of his no matter what.

"Jason, I miss you too" I told him. "I'm so glad that you're having a good time. I understand that you feel like you need to go to these parties, but is skipping one really going to make them upset? I mean they need to rest too right?"

Jason groaned into the phone, "Ugh, that's just it Kat. They don't. They're used to this shit. I tried to get away tonight. I just came straight to my hotel room after the gig, and you know what? They just invited everyone to my suite. The fucking party is in my fucking room and there is no way I can make them all leave. I just need a break from them. Just like a few hours alone. I think I would feel better after that. You know, like more rested and shit."

I sensed that there was still something that he was holding back so I decided to just ask him. "Jason, why don't you tell me what is really bothering you? It's me. We don't have secrets" I said this feeling slightly guilty since I hadn't told Jason my deepest, darkest secret and yet I had just poured my heart out to James and told him. At this moment I was feeling like the biggest hypocrite in the world and I wanted to crawl under my blankets and just melt away.

Jason was silent for what felt like an eternity. I could hear the sound of the party faintly in the background. There was music and lots of laughter. I was sure everyone was drunk and there were a lot of girls there, not that I ever had a problem with Jason dating or sleeping around. He could do whatever he wanted for all I cared. "Kat, it's not like I thought it would be. It's.....” he paused and seemed to be searching for the right words before continuing, "It's like they're blaming me for Cliff dying".

I was about to ask him what he meant by that when on the other end of the phone I could hear a loud knocking on the bathroom door and Jason shouting that the bathroom was occupied. He went on to have a brief exchange with the person on the other side of the door, to which I only heard Jason’s end which consisted of mostly "fuck offs". Finally, he must have opened the door and I could hear James talking to him.

"Who the fuck are you talking to Newkid? We’re 'aving a –uh... a uh party here and you just fucking go off and disappear.... into the bathroom. Are you talking to your m-mom? Missing home Newkid?" James said to him in what might have been a teasing manner, but to my ear sounded almost cruel and mocking. He was obviously drunk too.

"Fuck off James" Jason answered him sounding pissed off and testy.

"No.... I need the bathroom. 'Ve got a chick and I'm too drunk ...to find my way back to my room" he answered back.

While I had suspected and was almost certain that I was right that James would be sleeping around with girls while I on turn, it still enraged me to hear it and straight from his mouth too. I should have never had let him kiss me I thought. Musicians are all the same. Marc was an exception. They can't do relationships or even attempt to have a relationship. They are incapable of anything except fucking random girls. I was so glad that I had taken Dahlia’s advice and agreed to go on that date with Anthony. I was prepared to forget all about that kiss with James. The more I thought about it, the more I was sure that I was attracted to him because he physically resembled Marc.

"Kat, sweetie, I'm going to call you back tomorrow okay? I just...I can't talk now." Jason mumbled into the phone.

"Fuck! You're talking to Katerina?" James yelled at him. He obviously snatched the phone from Jason's hand because next thing I knew James was talking into the phone. "Katerina, is that that you?" he shouted.

I groaned and sunk lower into my bed with Figuro, who had fallen back asleep. I did not want to talk to James but hearing his voice made my stomach do little flip flops as I remembered that way it felt when his tongue was in my mouth, the way his hands squeezed and caressed my breasts and the warmth of his body pressed against mine. I didn't know what to say or to do. I was silent and I could hear James breathing heavily into the phone. Finally I said, "Yeah it’s me, but I should really let you go James seeing as how you've got a girl waiting for you". I said it with a steady voice, not angry or rude. Just matter of factly. "Tell Jason I love him and miss him" I continued and then I hung up the phone.

I buried my face underneath the covers and huddled against my pillows. I pulled Figuro closer to me to cuddle. The phone rang again but I just ignored it. I allowed myself to feel sad that James was about to fuck some stupid groupie for about a total of three seconds and then I let it go because he just wasn’t worth it. James Hetfield meant nothing to me. With that comforting thought in mind, I fell asleep instantly.

The rest of my week was uneventful. I didn't hear back from Jason, but based off of what he had said, I was sure that he was both busy and tired. I just hoped that things would get better for him because it would be three months before he would be home again. I was worrying about him and what he had told me; that it felt like the guys were blaming him for Cliff's death. I hoped everything would be okay and I would hear from him soon.

Finally, my big date with Anthony arrived. We had agreed to meet a new Indian restaurant that had recently opened because neither of us had tried it out yet. I started to get ready about two hours before I was supposed to meet him. I took a long, hot shower and then blow dried my long, dark hair. When it was dry, I pulled it back to apply some makeup. I'm not much for makeup, I usually prefer to go au natural, but seeing as how this was a date, I applied some foundation, light eyeliner, mascara and a light pink lip gloss. I then let my hair down so that it flowed straight down my back. I chose a simple white dress that was sleeveless, knee length and belted at the waist. I paired it with clean nude pumps and a purple clutch for a pop of colour. Next I put on my necklace that Jason had given me and my ring. I stood in from of the bathroom mirror and I was pleased with what I saw. I left the apartment with twenty minutes to spare and took a cab to the restaurant.

The restaurant was small and in a trendy part of San Francisco. I walked up the steps and went in the front door. The bar was to the right of the entrance way and I peeked in because I was suppose to meet Anthony there. I saw him. And, I also him with his arm around the waist of a pretty blond girl. They were both smiling and leaning into each other while the chatted away happily. I watched for a few seconds and sighed. I turned around and walked back out of the restaurant. I wasn't mad, just slightly disappointed that he had met someone in the bar that interested him more than me. I felt silly thinking that I could go on a date with a guy I barely knew and it would turn out okay. Anthony was cute and he had a good job. He would have be a pretty okay boyfriend, if it had gotten to that point. I walked down the street for several blocks until I came to a McDonalds.

I stopped outside and thought about it for a few seconds and then I resolved to go inside. I normally didn't eat fast food, but I had a weakness for french fries. I figured if there was a time break my diet, it would be now. I went in and ordered an extra large French fry and large coke. I got it to go and hailed a cab outside to take me back to my apartment. I climbed the stairs, put my key in the lock and opened the door. Figuro ran to the door to greet me and I smiled down at him. I put my takeout bag on the counter and then scooped up my little kitten, placing a kiss on his little nose. As much as I wanted to forget about James, I had to admit that I was pleased he brought me this little fellow.

I went into my bedroom and changed out of my dress into a pair of sweatpants and one of Jason's band t-shirts. I grabbed a blanket, my food and my kitten and settled down onto the couch. I started to flip through the channels on the TV and then settled on a movie that was airing. It was one of my favourites; A Clockwork Orange. I started to munch away on my fries while I became engrossed in the movie. About halfway through I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew I was being shaken awake.

I started screaming and thrashing about trying to get away from the burglar or potential rapist or whoever it was that had broken in my apartment. The blanket was over my head, so I couldn't see my attacker but I was able to aim a good kick in their gut as I heard a loud, "oomph" as the air was knocked out of their lungs. I finally managed to pull the blanket off of my head and scramble to my feet. I grabbed the closest thing to me, which was a pillow and started to beat the shit out of my attacker with it. I was beating him pretty hard, with all my strength actually. I had gotten about ten good solid whacks in when I he started to shout at me

"Kat! Kat! Stop! It’s me!"

I recognized the voice and stopped beating him to switch on the lamp beside the couch. Jason was sitting on the couch, his arms raised in defence, his long curly locks were tangled and messy from my pillow beating and his eyes were wide with shock.

I squealed with delight and bounced into his lap, giving him a huge hug. "Jason! What on earth are you doing here!?" I cried at him with pure joy in my voice. "I thought you weren't suppose to be home until December?".

"We weren't. But then Lars came down with the flu. He can't drum because he's so weak and sick. We decided to fly home for a week's rest and then continue on the tour after. The dates we were supposed to play this week have been tacked onto the end of the tour." He paused and I nodded at him understanding. "Man, I’m so glad to be home. I've missed you so much" he added. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close to his chest. I listened to his heart beat and breathed in his familiar smell. I raised my face to look at him. His eyes were closed and his face was painted with a small smile, but he looked tired.... well exhausted, actually.

"I'm sorry for beating you up" I apologized to him with a huge grin on my face.

Jason opened his eyes and looked down at me and laughed. He ruffled my hair so that it became as messy as his and then said, "I'm not. Now I don't have to worry about you being here all alone because I know you can beat the shit out of burglars.".

I laughed with him and playfully punched him in the ribcage. Figuro then jumped up onto my lap and started to purr enthusiastically while he batted at Jason’s long hair.

"So this is the new roommate" he commented, looking down at the kitten. He scooped him up and held him at eye level before rubbing noses with him. "He's cute. What's his name?" he asked me before setting the kitten down again.

I giggled slightly before saying, "Well I've named him Figuro, you know after the little kitten in Pinocchio?" Jason nodded. He knew the movie well because it was one of the few that we owned and we tended to watch it often on movie night. "But when I first got him James was calling him Metallicat".

"What? How did James know about him?" he asked me a little surprised. I looked up at him and he was looking down at me, his brows slightly furrowed and concern painted all over his face. I didn't want to answer his question; instead I wanted to ask him why the idea of James seeing the kitten before Jason made him concerned. I paused and thought carefully about what I was going to say because I didn't want to upset Jason.

"James came over before you guys left for tour and brought me the kitten. He said he noticed how close we were and thought I might be lonely while you were gone" I answered him truthfully but decided to omit the part about kissing for the time being.

Jason let go of me and frowned. He got up from the couch and started to pace a little but in front of the couch. He paused and then looked at me and said, "Kat, I don’t think it's a good idea for you to be alone with James. Promise me that you won't do that again. Please? I worry about you and the thought of you alone with him, it makes me nervous. Please Kat, will you promise me?" he looked at me, practically begging me. My heart started to beat more quickly and my mouth went dry with nerves. What could have happened on tour to make Jason ask me to not be alone with James?

"Jason, what happened? Why are you asking me this? You need to tell me what happened before I can make any promises" I answered him feeling very nervous.

"Look he's just erratic and dangerous. I don't want him to hurt you okay? You must have noticed that way he looked at you before we left. I did and I didn't like it. I mean you're so beautiful Kat, how could he not noticed you, but what bothered me was how he looked at you like he was going to ravage you any second. I'm just afraid of what he might do if he was left alone with you with no one around to make him control himself. I wouldn't want to see you get hurt because of him." Jason answered me completely serious. I considered what he said and I wasn't quite sure how to process it. Yes James at looked at me, I had seen him. I had caught him watching me change even. He made me nervous but I didn't think that he would attack me. We had been alone and I never felt like I was in any danger when I was with him. what I was really focused on was the fact that Jason had said I was beautiful. Never in the time that I had known him had he said that to me. I wasn’t exactly sure how I felt about that, but when he said it my stomach had done little flip flops.

"Kat?" he looked at me expectantly. "Promise me?" he asked me again.

I buried my head into the pillows on the couch and moaned in exasperation.

"What?" asked me carefully. I didn't say anything but I raised my head and looked at him. He looked at me and then his eyes widened, "Did you let him fuck you already Kat!?" he accused me.

"Wow Jason." I said to him annoyed. "You already know I'm not that kind of person, but even if I had, it's really none of your business, especially if you're going to get all ridiculous about it. I never say anything when you bring home girls that you sleep with and then toss out the next morning. I keep my mouth shut because I know that it’s none of my business and I would expect the same courtesy from you!" I was shouting at him now and I stood up and poked him in the middle of his chest to get my point across.

He stood in front of me and glared down, "So you fucked him." He said it matter of factly with almost no emotion behind it.

I rolled my eyes and threw my hands in the air. "NO! Jason, god. No I didn't have sex with him, thank you very much." I turned on m heel and stalked over to my bedroom. I closed the door with my foot but I didn't hear it slam shut. I turned around to see that Jason had followed me and had prevented the door from closing.

"Okay, I'm sorry Kat." He apologized. I nodded in acceptance and then he continued, "But why do I feel like there is something that you're not telling me. No secrets remember?".

I sat down on my bed and squirmed under his gaze and once again felt guilty. If he only knew I thought to myself. But I resolved to tell him about kissing James since he was right. We did try to be as honest as we could with each other. That's what best friends do.

"We kissed okay? We kissed and it was only alright" I lied slightly. I didn't want Jason to know that I had actually kind of enjoyed the kiss because it didn't matter to me anymore. I was determined to forget about the way that it had made me feel. I continued attempting to rationalize the kiss as I saw Jason's face get annoyed, "It didn't mean anything to me. I was lonely and vulnerable. I missed you and he was just there! And...he resembles Marc. I don't know Jason, I had a weak moment. Can we just forget about it, because I already had before you got home".

Jason looked at me for a few seconds as I sat on my bed and looked up at him. The he nodded and went down to lie on his side of my double bed. I crawled over to my side and he opened his arms and let me get settled in them.

"It meant nothing?" he asked me quietly. His lips were resting against the back of my neck and his breath tickled as he whispered. I nodded and he sighed. "I just don't trust him Kat. There's something about him.". I nodded and again he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer. He moved one of his legs in between mine and settled down. "I missed you" he whispered even more quietly as he started to drift off to sleep.

"I missed you too" I whispered back to him. He nuzzled the back of my neck and kissed it lightly. Then a thought popped into my head and I just had to ask him. "Do you really think I'm beautiful?"

He lifted himself up on one elbow and turned my face to look at him. His blue eyes were staring intently into my green ones and he said, "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen Kat. You're so special. I don't know what I would do if I ever lost you". I smiled and then he smiled and then he settled back down into the position he was in before.

"Thanks" I whispered and I thought I heard him grunt before drifting off to sleep.
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OOO i wonder wat she will do when she sees james ??


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I just read it all today! I loved it so much!! :heart:

Come'on, James is a good boy :drool

More soon? :)
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Wow, so I'm home sick today and while i was having trouble writing the past few days, today I just seem to be inspired. So here is another update!

Thanks Nah Bruno and Larah for reading! It's always nice to see new readers. :)
@ SKOM I'm almost certain that it will remain a James fic but I was starting to think that as close roommates Jason and Kat might have some chemistry and Jason might have some jealousy regarding Kat's personal/romantic life. I hope you like it!

Anyways, Enjoy!



Chapter 9

I woke up the next morning and my chest hurt from Jason squeezing me so tight. I tried to wiggle free from his grasp without waking him because I knew how tired he was, but failed miserably. His grip was just too tight. I relaxed into my pillow and resolved to just lie in bed a few minutes longer. His nose and lips were still pressed to the back of my neck and I could feel his hot breath against me. His arm had curled up to hug my chest in the middle of the night and was gripping just underneath my breasts. When we had fallen asleep his leg had been between mine, but now it was over top both of my legs so his groin was pressed firmly against my behind. I snuggled further against him, just happy to have him home. He grunted in his sleep and mumbled something against my neck. I wasn't sure if he was sleep talking or if he was half awake. I stopped breathing as I waited to see if he would mumble something else. He didn't, but he did tighten his grip around me even further. I tried to inhale a large breath, but his painful grip on me made it too difficult.

"Jason" I whispered to him, "You're holding me too tight."

His grip slackened ever so slightly and I knew that he was half awake. The growing bulge against my behind also let me know that he was starting to wake up. Jason and I slept in the same bed often enough, but he was always able to make sure he wasn't pressed too tightly against me when he woke up in the morning. Today was a different story and I couldn't help but smile slightly as he pressed his hips more firmly against me and rubbed his growing erection tightly against my butt. He was obviously forgetting who he was in bed with because he would not be doing this otherwise.

"Jason" I whispered again smiling into my pillow. He grunted again and mumbled what I thought sounded like what against my neck. I could feel the vibrations tingling against my body and it tickled me and I squirmed, trying to loosen myself, as the tingling travelled down my spine. My squirming seemed to have the opposite effect then I intended and if it was possible, Jason pressed his groin even tighter against me.

Finally I shouted, "Jason get your boner off of me!" but I was squirming with laughter. I felt his whole body wake up behind me and in two
seconds he had flipped me over onto my back and had my hands pinned above my head with one hand, while the other hand he used to support his body above me, though he kept his groin pressed against me.

"I thought you missed me" he teased looking down at me.

I grinned back at him and playfully blew air into his face. He wrinkled his nose and declared that I had bad morning breath. I tried to free my hands to smack him but he just held on tighter and laughed at me struggling to get free. He finally rolled to the side and let go of me. His hand disappeared down the front of his sweat pants and as he obviously adjusted himself. I rolled onto my side and propped myself up on my elbow.

"Did you sleep okay?" I asked him in complete seriousness.

"The best I have since going away" he answered with a yawn. His eyes were still droopy and I was pretty sure that he could have slept another few hours.

"I've got to a few errands to run this morning. There's no food in the house, so I'll need to buy some groceries, get the mail and I need to drop a resume off" I told him as I checked off my mental list. Jason had been slumped back amongst the pillows but when I got to the resume part he sat up and cocked an eyebrow at me.

"Resume?" he asked me with one word.

"Yeah; I think it's maybe time I tried to put that degree to good use. Plus, I'm bored here. I need something to do during the day and I need to meet some new people." I told him steadily. He reached over and pushed my long hair off of my face and back over my shoulder. He smiled when he looked down and saw I was wearing one of his shirts.

"I like it when you wear my shirts. You look so cute in them" he teased me. I rolled my eyes at him but couldn't help but let a small smile creep onto my face. Then he became serious and asked me, "Is this about money Kat? Is me being away hard on you financially?" he asked me. He studied my face, trying to gauge my reaction to the money question. Jason was always worrying about whether or not I had money. He thought that as a bartender, I wasn't making that much money. But in reality, while the hourly wage was low, the amount of money I made in tips more than made up for that. Plus, the truth is I had more money than he thought I did. Marc and I were engaged and the wedding at been planned. We had already merged our bank accounts when he died, and thus, because he had no siblings or next of kin, the money stayed with me. While I didn't like to spend Marc's money, it was there in case of emergencies.

I shook my head at Jason. "Jace, this has nothing to do with money. I just need a change. I'm going to be twenty-five soon. It's time I started working in the field I went to school for. It's time I started doing what I've always wanted to. You know it's always been my dream to own my own business, and I need to start somewhere to get experience." I smiled at him and then playfully poked him in the ribcage, "and besides, I won't be young forever which means that my tips at the bar will eventually go down".

It was then Jason's turn to roll his eyes. Then scowled at me and swiped my hand away. "You know I just want what is best for you. If you want to start working in marketing then I'm happy for you. But you're hardly old. I don't think you need to worry about men not finding you attractive enough to not tip."

I just shook my head and said, "I'm going to go shower and get ready to go out. Do you want to go back to sleep?" even as I asked him, Jason was already yawning. He nodded his head yes. "Do you need anything while I'm out?" He shook his head and was already closing his eyes as I climbed out of bed. "Alright, I will see you later. Enjoy your rest".

I grabbed some jeans and a long-sleeved navy blue t-shirt from my closet. I then made my way into the bathroom, showered and quickly dressed. I put on my short, heeled, ankle boots and grabbed my purse and was out the door. I decided to get the mail first as it was closest. I opened our mailbox and grabbed the handful of mail that was in there. There were several envelopes and I quickly shuffled through them before stopping on what that was addressed to me. I swallowed nervously when I saw that the return address was for Montreal. Feeling a little paranoid, I glanced to see if there was anyone around watching me, not that I actually thought there would be. But I was slightly unnerved because no one from home knew that I was living in San Francisco. I put the mail in my purse and decided to open the letter later when I was home.

Next I decided to drop off my resume at a marketing firm in the financial district of the city. It was only a short ten minute cab ride and I hopped out and asked the cab to wait while I ran inside. I walked into the building and left my resume with the receptionist. She gave me a once over when I walked in and smiled sweetly at me when I handed her the resume. I asked if the manager was in today and she replied no, that he was away on business, but she would give my resume to the manager when he returned. I nodded thanks and quickly returned to the cab. He drove me to a local market that was within walking distance from where Jason and I lived. I got out of the cab and paid him and was just about to walk into the market when I heard someone calling my name.

"Hey Kat!"

I turned around looking for the person who had called my name and I quickly found Kirk waving and smiling broadly at me from about twenty feet away. He was dressed in black skinny jeans that were awfully tight. I was actually surprised that he could breathe wearing them. They were certainly tighter than anything I owned. The shirt he was wearing was, surprise, a band t-shirt. He was carrying a bag in either hand and I deduced that he must have just come from the market. We both started to walk towards each other. I smiled at him and gave him a big hug when I reached him. Because of the bags he was holding he couldn't return it, but he gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"How are you?" I asked him, "I hope you're not as sick as Lars is".

He grinned at me, "Man, Lars is so miserable. But in a way, I'm glad he got sick because we're getting this week long break. I'm doing well. I eat like crap on the road, so I'm just happy to be able come back home and cook the food I enjoy." He held up his two grocery bags, indicating the food he enjoyed. Being nosy, I took a peek inside and saw an assortment of vegetables.


"Mmm!" I declared happily, "those look delicious! I will definitely need to pick up some of what you got".

Kirk looked at me surprised, into his grocery bag and then back at me. "You like all my exotic fruits and veggies?" he asked me. I nodded enthusiastically. "That’s so weird!" he laughed, "It's so rare, being a vegetarian and all, that anyone likes the food I buy."

My jaw dropped and I looked at him with surprise before saying, "I'm a vegetarian too! I hate meat. Oh gosh it's so gross. It creeps me out." I squealed and then hugged myself as I shivered just thinking about it.

Kirk beamed at me. "Is Jason a vegetarian too?" he asked.

"Oh no. Jason loves his meat. I don't buy it and I don't cook it. If he wants it, he has to do both. That's kind of our agreement." I replied. Kirk nodded his head in understanding and then I decided to go out on a limb, "Are you busy this week? Why don’t you come over and we can cook a nice vegetarian meal together?"

Kirk smirked a little mischievously at me and raised an eyebrow at me. "Like a date?" he asked me. "Can't get over our little kiss?" he teased me.

I decided to play along because I knew he was only joking. "That's exactly it". I cupped his cheek with my hand and looked up adoringly into his eyes before running my finger down his jaw, neck and chest. He shivered as I did it and I smiled at the effect. "Actually I was thinking it might be good for Jason, to get to know you a bit more".

"Yeah, sounds cool" he replied back. "Does Wednesday work for you?"

I thought about my week and then remembered that I don't have a life, and so of course I would be available. "Yeah that works." I said and then gave him the address. I gave him another hug as we said our goodbyes an then Kirk paused before leaving. He turned back to me.

"You know, when we were on tour, James talked a lot about you and he asked Jason a lot of questions about you. Can I bring him? I think he wants to get to know you better. Lars is too sick to come, but I think James would enjoy it." Kirk said to me.

I paused before answering to consider what he said. I knew if I said it was okay for Kirk to bring James it might upset Jason, especially after our little mini fight last night. Plus, I wasn't sure how I would feel about seeing James after he kissed me and then went off on tour only to have massive amounts of sex with his groupie harem. I finally settled on, "Isn't James a bit meat and potatoes kind of guy? I'm not really sure he would enjoy our vegetarian dinner party." I said in what I hoped was a light-hearted manner.

Kirk rolled his eyes and said, "Yeah, I kind of forgot that. I think you're right. But I'll ask him anyway". He waved one final time before heading off down the sidewalk. I sighed heavily and then made my way into the market. I thought about the possibility of James coming over in two days and realized that I wasn't nervous about it. Instead, I almost wanted him to come so I could show him just how much I didn't care about him. I bought an assortment of fruits and veggies, cheeses and breads and then I walked back to the apartment. In total I had probably been gone about two hours.

When I got back I found Jason up and making coffee. He was freshly showered and only wearing one of the fluffy white towels that I had bought last week. I allowed myself to admire his lean, toned body before I reminded myself that friends don't check out friends. I told him about my run in with Kirk and how I had invited him to dinner in two days.

He shrugged and said, "Okay" before turning back to his coffee.

I frowned at his turned back. "Are you sure you're okay with it Jase?"

He nodded, but didn't turn around to face me, 'Yeah, it's fine.".

I decided to ignore his moodiness and I went into my room to put my purse away. I also wanted some privacy to open my letter. I settled onto my bed and pulled it out of my purse. I looked at the envelope and tried to see if I recognized the handwriting. It looked familiar but I couldn't place it. The return address was an area I knew, but the exact address I was unsure of. I carefully opened the envelope and slid the letter out. This is what it said:

Dear Katerina,

To begin with, we received a phone call from a young man who claimed to be living with you. He said his named was Jason. He said he found our phone number in an address book that you had left open on your desk. We hope when you read this you won't be upset with him for contacting us. He was only doing what he thought was best. He said that you had a job and that you were doing well and that you are happy. You have no idea how much peace of mind it gave us knowing that you are okay. Katerina, we have been worrying about you ever since you disappeared after Marc's funeral. We decided to move to a new neighbourhood to get away from the gossip and the neighbours. We are hoping that you will come home soon Katerina, even if just to visit. We miss you and love you. Please write or call us. We would love to hear from you.
Love

Mom and Dad.


I read the letter three times. My heart was pounding and I could feel my anger boiling in my blood. I tried to breathe in and out slowly to calm my anger but it didn't help at all. I clenched the letter in my fist and stormed out into the kitchen. Jason wasn't in there anymore. I saw that his bedroom door was closed so I stormed over to the door. Normally I would knock before entering, but seeing as how he didn't respect my privacy and contacted my parents, there was no way in hell that I was going to respect his. I burst through his bedroom door and saw that he was in the process of getting changed. He was standing in front of his closet clad in only his boxer briefs. It was not the first time that I had seen Jason in his underwear, but it was the first time I had seen him in such nicely fitting underwear and I was taken aback for a second as I couldn't help but stare. But I quickly recovered and held up the letter.

"What the hell is this Jason?" I asked him trying to keep my voice steady and not yell before I gave him a chance to explain. As my best friend, I owed him that. He looked at me in surprise as I burst through his room, then with amusement as he saw me staring at him and then in confusion as I held up the letter.

"What are talking about?" He walked over and took the letter from my hand. He read it quickly and had the grace to blush as he realized what it was. "Look, Kat, I just...I was looking for one of my shirts and I saw your address book open on your desk. I didn't mean to look but I did and I saw the number and I just figured that if it were my parents, I know they would appreciate a brief call just letting them know I was alright." He said in a rush. "I only did it because I care about you. Please don't be angry.".

I sighed, cleared my throat and said, "It;s fine Jason. At least it was only a letter and not a phone call. Just tell me next time you do something like this okay". I patted him on the shoulder and left his room to let him get dressed.

The two days leading up to my little dinner party were uneventful. Jason and I spent almost all our time together. The night that I worked at the bar, Jason chose to spend with me hanging out at the bar.

The day of the dinner party it was late afternoon and I was cooking vegetarian roasted vegetable pasta, with a tossed salad and a homemade garlic loaf. For dessert I had made tiramisu. Jason was trying to help me but I kept shooing him away. The truth is, the only thing that Jason can cook is well, cereal. I tried to keep him out of the kitchen as much as possible. So he had just come out of the bathroom from showering. Since it was only Kirk coming over he was wearing jeans and a plain black t-shirt. I, on the other hand, chose to dress a little nicer. I know it was only Kirk coming over, but I wanted to look nice. I chose a short, grey, high waisted pencil skirt and a simple short sleeved emerald green ruffled blouse.

A knock sounded at the door and Jason hurried over to answer it. He opened the door smiling and then his smile quickly faded. He stepped back to let our guests in and I saw that Kirk had come with James. He walked in and I glanced at him quickly before turning back to preparing dinner. However, that one glance was enough to set my stupid heart racing. He looked good, really good. His long blond hair was freshly washed and shining and it was combed out nice and smooth. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt and his leather coat over top and simple light wash jeans. I tried to ignore them as Jason said hello and offered them drinks but finally I couldn't do it any longer without seeming rude.

I turned around greeted Kirk warmly. I hugged him and he kissed me on the cheek. For some reason him kissing my cheek while Jason watched made me blush. Then I turned to James. We looked at each other, unsure of what to do. Jason was watching us closely, but I figured it would be rude to greet James in a different manner than Kirk, especially since he had given me a kitten only a few weeks ago. Not to mention that I was determined to show James just how fine I was doing and that I wasn't pining away for him or his phone call. I leaned in close and gave James a hug. I felt his arms enclose around me and caress my back. He held me a few moments longer than I intended until he finally leaned back and gave me a lingering kiss on the cheek.

"Hi" I murmured softly to him.

"Hey" he whispered back. He pulled back further and gave me a very slow once over. I looked over to see Jason’s grim face taking everything in. We locked eyes and he looked intently at me. I looked back at James and his eyes met mine too. "You look amazing. Even better than I remembered" he smiled at me suggestively. I decided that I wasn't going to play his game and I smiled before turning back to preparing dinner. I was glad I had something to distract me because James' words rattled me. I couldn't explain the effect he had on me. Maybe it was his resemblance to Marc, maybe it wasn't. All I knew was that it was dangerous for me to be around James because I didn't trust myself or him. I was afraid that my body would betray me to him.

As I prepared dinner the boys sat in front of the TV and tuned into some sports game, football I think. As a native Canadian, and then being raised by European parents, the idea of watching American football did not interest me in the slightest. In fact, I was prepared to argue to the death that football is the world's worst sport. I happily let the boys watch the game though, because it kept them out of the kitchen. About twenty minutes later dinner was ready and they all came to the table and we dug in. Kirk was the first to comment.

"I'm seriously impressed Kat. I don't know why, but I really didn't think you would be able to pull off such a delicious meal. Probably because I've always had it in my head that pretty girls can’t cook".

I dropped my jaw jokingly at him and pretended to be offend but countered with, "Well I guess I can say the same about you Kirk. I always thought that pretty boys couldn't play guitar, but then you proved me wrong". I grinned at him devilishly and James and Jason both couldn't suppress snorting as Kirk looked at me indigently.

Then Jason chimed in with, "Kat is a great cook. She said she learned everything from her mother". He smiled at me and inside I melted a little as Jason remembered one of the silly trivial things that I always told him but was sure that he wasn't paying attention when I told him.

"It's too bad that Lars couldn't be here" I said thoughtfully. I really meant what I said. So far the boys were getting along great and I couldn't detect any of what Jason had been talking about when he said he suspected that they were taking Cliff's death out on him. It made me wonder if Lars was the instigator.

"Yeah, poor little guy. He does love to eat" James commented as he munched away happily on his pasta and salad. "You know this really is delicious. You'll have to make it again for me sometime" he said to me, staring intently. From the corner of my eye I saw Jason scowl slightly, but he didn't say anything. I didn't say anything either, I just smiled politely and gave a non-committing "mhm".

The rest of the meal was spent by the boys chatting happily to me all about the tour. James and Kirk gave me a lot more details than Jason had. At first he seemed reluctant to join them in telling me about the tour, but he was soon just as enthusiastically describing his favourite shows and the cool stories that all the fans told them. I cleared away the dishes and started to wash them while they moved back into the den to continue watching TV. All of them were drinking beer and as I started to count the empties I started to worry a little about how drunk they might get tonight. If there was one thing I could not handle, it was cleaning up after people after they got sick from too much drinking. It made me sick too. I served them each a portion of tiramisu and basked in another round of how delicious the dessert was and then I retired to my room to change.

I closed my door almost all the way and started to unzip my skirt. I shimmied it down my hips and stepped out of it. Next I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it off. Then I heard my door close quietly behind me. I spun around quickly and saw James standing before me. His eyes were as wide as saucers as he took in my early nude body. I was only wearing my lingerie. I thought about grabbing s blanket off of my bed to cover myself but then I thought better of it and let him stare because he was never going to have this.

I put my hands on my hips and stared him down. "What are you doing? You do realize that Jason is going to wonder where you slunk off to".

He continued to stare at me, not my face, but my body. His mouth was open slightly and his cheeks were flushed from arousal. How could I tell he was aroused? His jeans were so tight that it was pretty obvious to me. I could also see his chest rising and falling as his breathing quickened. He took a step towards me and I stepped back.

"He thinks I'm in the washroom" he answered me hoarsely. "God Katerina, you're so beautiful. I thought about you all the time when I was on tour." He continued, "All I could think about was when I would get to see you next".

I looked at him in disbelief. "Really? Cause I find that a little hard to believe. From what I heard you had a different girl sucking your dick every night. Plus you said you would call and you never did. But you know what, I don't care!" I threw my hands up in the air to emphasize my point. "I went on a date while you were gone" I lied to him. But it was only a half lie because I fully intended to go on that date, so it still counted in my opinion. "I didn't sit around and pine away for you if that's what you thought I would be doing".

His eyes narrowed at me when I said I had been on a date. He opened his mouth to say something but I turned around to search for a pair of sweat pants or shorts to pull on. It was when I heard him groan softly behind me that I remembered I was wearing a thong and so he was getting a nice view of my bare ass. I didn't even hear him approach me from behind but I knew he was there when I could feel his breath on the back of my neck.

"I know you want me" he whispered in my ear. "I felt how you kissed me back. I saw how you looked at me when I walked through the door today. You want me and you want me bad." He trailed his finger tips along my shoulder blades and then down my arms. It sent tingles down my spine and I had to fight for control to not shiver at his touch. He licked the top of my ear and moved his hands down to cradle my hips. He moved himself behind me and pressed his hips gently against my ass much in the same way that Jason had only two days earlier and I felt his hardened cock pressed against me. "You've never had it so good as me" he whispered, barely audibly as he kissed his way down my neck and collar bone. I felt his long blonde hair tickle my chest as he leaned down further. My body betrayed me and my heart rate increased at his touch. His hands slid up my waist to cup my breasts through my bra and he pressed his erection more firmly against me. He groaned again softly as the friction between us drove him wild and he gently bucked his hips against me, increasing the friction between us. As much as my body wanted to give in to him, my mind was screaming at me to stop. There were several reasons the first being that I would not allow myself to be used this way, the second that I wasn't really sure I actually liked him and the third being that Jason would probably kill me. But there was only thing I knew I could say that would surprise him enough to back off. I didn't want to say it I did.

"You're right James. I've never had it as good as you because I've never had it at all" I murmured softly. I felt his body stiffen against me and his hands dropped from my body. I turned around and he stepped back and looked at me surprised. He opened his mouth to reply but I held up my hand, indicating that he shouldn't say anything. "Just think about it. I dated the same man from when I was sixteen until a year a half ago. He was French and Roman Catholic. While it wasn't important to me to wait, because of his religion, it was important to him. So we waited".

James started at me, dumfounded with his mouth slightly open. I finally found a pair of cotton shorts to pull on and a sweatshirt. I put them on and then quietly walked past James and slipped out of my room to return to the den. My heart was still pounding and my body ached to give in to him. But I was proud that I had held firm and said no. Kirk was sitting on the couch and so was James I assumed. Jason was sitting in the arm chair and when I walked into the den he held his arms out to me, indicating that he wanted me to curl up with him. I walked over and slid into his lap and pulled a blanket over us. I closed my eyes and listened as Kirk and Jason discussed the TV program they were watching. James returned soon after I did. I heard him clear his throat and sit down onto the couch. I knew Jason was looking at me, wondering why I had taken so long to change my clothes and I just knew he was wondering why he hadn't heard any water running from the bathroom. I knew as soon as James and Kirk left he would attack me and want to know what exactly had just happened. I didn't open my eyes though. I didn't want to see James also looking at me. I was ashamed; ashamed to be almost twenty five and still a virgin. I never intended for it to happen this way, but it did and now I just couldn't seem to get it over with. Jason always joked that he would gladly help me out with my little problem whenever I complained to him about it, but I never took him seriously. Now, as I sat in his arms and thought about him, it didn't seem like such a bad idea. Ugh, I thought to myself, what the hell was I going to do?
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Lawrah Luvsmetallica
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hahahahah i love how u portray Jason and James is a horny man XD idk who she will be better with jaymz or jayson ??

i shall wait for the next chapter XD
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I love it! You write so well, please more soon :D
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ElisabethOrion
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I really like this story. Please continue! :D
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Nah Bruno
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Back off James! The girl is a lady :lol:

Love the ideia of Jaymz and Jase killing each other for her :nanner:
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I like it!!

More please! :biggrin
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Thanks for the comments ladies! I noticed that I've got two new readers! Special thanks to you ladies for taking the time to read :) I've got two future chapters written but I'm struggling with writing the in between chapter. Hopefully it won't be too long before I get it up.

@ Nah Bruno: I love the idea of this too...just wish it was me! :heart:
@ beatgees Thank you so much! I hope to get the new chapter up soon!
@ ElisabethOrion I'm so glad you like it! :)
@ SKOM Thank you so much! Your compliment means so much to me. I actually considered going to school for journalism but decided to pursue law instead. So hearing that I can still write reasonably well means a lot to me! :)
@ Lawrah Thanks so much for the feedback :) I've always felt like in some of my favourite fics when Jason was used as a character, he never became quite as fleshed out as the other members of the band. I don't intend to write a Jason fic, but I like the idea of him playing a major role in it and sort of spoiling James' plans. I think it will also add some tension to the story later on.

More soon :D
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Great updates so far. I've been a little busy and haven't had the chance to read, much less to comment. :( Looking forward to some more, though. I'm loving the tension between James and Jason. :heart:
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I've just read the recent three chapters, and I absolutely love how you are writing this... and I love where this fic is going! I really can't wait to read some more! :heart: :heart: :heart:
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