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The Metslash Drabble Thread!; Anyone can post! All ratings!
Topic Started: October 12, 2012, 10:39 am (1,285 Views)
kirkhammettismyman
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I was just a name in your little black book.
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Home - Jason/Kirk

He stood with his back to the wall, taking in the emptiness of the now vacant apartment. This had been their space. This had been their place. Conveniently disguised as a practise room the sound-proofed walls had given them privacy. This had been their cover.

But now, it was empty.

He ran his fingers through his long black curls, his tanned face creased with concern, his dark eyes sad and heavy. It was a cold night, a hooded sweat shirt and track pants, no need to dress up or play a part. He was there only as himself.

Would he even show up though, that was the question.

He breathed in the silence, his heart heavy and his mind drifting to happier times as he waited. And waited. And waited.

Minutes felt like hours, hours felt like days as he paced the floor. Just waiting.

A key in the door. Footsteps down the short hallway. And there he was.

Short, cropped, red-brown curls. He'd let his scruffy little beard out into a five o'clock shadow. His strong jaw line. He seemed to tower over him. His presence felt so reassuring and familiar. If only it was a happier occasion.
"Where's all our shit?" Jason demanded.
"Storage, take what you want, I don't want any of it," Kirk said quietly. Almost a mumble.

Jason looked around, there was nothing. It was stripped bare. Just blank walls, empty rooms, and them.
"Why?" he asked.
"I'm selling the place," Kirk said straightening up.
"What? Why?" Jason continued.
"You know damn well why."

It had been 5 days since Jason left the band. 5 long days. Not a phone call, not a visit, nothing. Kirk was hurt. He thought he meant more than that to Jason. Perhaps not.

"It's only been 5 days, I thought you'd want some space!"
"What the fuck from? You pull this shit and disappear!"
"I quit Metallica, I didn't quit you," Jason said trying to pull Kirk close to him but Kirk pushed him away.
"What's the difference."

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife, they stood there in the silence neither one knowing what to say. Jason stared out the window, the beautiful ceiling to floor window with a view across the whole city. It was night time, the city sparkled like fairy lights below them.

"Maybe I should have talked to you about it," Jason began, "but I just couldn't take their bullshit anymore."
He was talking about James and Lars, the tormenting and the taunting. It was all too much.
"And..." Kirk urged him to go on.
"But I didn't walk out o you, just them."

Kirk pushed himself away from the wall and turned to face the window. He felt so angry, so upset, so hurt. How the fuck could he do this to him!
"So you walked?"
"For fuck sake Kirk will you listen to me!"
"I am listening to you! You don't want to be in the band anymore. So you left. And made no effort to talk to me about it. So what am I supposed to think?"
"I don't know, how about what was I supposed to think when you kissed Lars?"
Kirk said nothing.
"Or married Lani?"
Again, Kirk said nothing.
"You have a life, I'm your dirty little secret, bit of fun on the side, always have been."
Kirk could feel the heat rising in his ears, so maybe he wasn't perfect, maybe this was all for the best anyway. At least this way there'd be no sneaking around.

"Okay, so I'm not fucking perfect, what do you want from me?"Kirk spat.
"Honesty."
He couldn't do it. He didn't know what he wanted. But he couldn't give himself to him completely. And maybe that was why he was so angry.
"I can't, I just can't."
"Typical," Jason muttered under his breath.
"What?"
"Where did you tell your wife you were going tonight? Band practise? Media shit? Have you even told her that I left yet, or do you still hate saying my name in her presence?"
"Don't you talk about her!"
"And why not?"
"Because, because, I fucking want you both."
He wanted to punch him, he wanted to kiss him, he was so conflicted. He didn't know what he wanted anymore. But it had been this way for years. He was afraid of the change.

He could feel himself sweating, angry, tense. Then his touch, soft and gentle, yet strong. Before he could speak, Jason drew him in and held him against his chest. Kirk wanted to yell, he wanted to scream, he wanted to run and hide. But he didn't. He couldn't. He just stood there in his arms. Wanting to walk away, but being too weak. Maybe this was what he meant. Weak.
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!JaceyNewkid!
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Dayuuummm! I've said it plenty of times before and I'll say it again...

YOU ARE THE MASTER OF ANGST!

This was so tense yet so sweet :wub: Kirk knows he just wants Jason so badly XD
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kirkhammettismyman
November 7, 2012, 2:09 am
Home - Jason/Kirk

He stood with his back to the wall, taking in the emptiness of the now vacant apartment. This had been their space. This had been their place. Conveniently disguised as a practise room the sound-proofed walls had given them privacy. This had been their cover.

But now, it was empty.

He ran his fingers through his long black curls, his tanned face creased with concern, his dark eyes sad and heavy. It was a cold night, a hooded sweat shirt and track pants, no need to dress up or play a part. He was there only as himself.

Would he even show up though, that was the question.

He breathed in the silence, his heart heavy and his mind drifting to happier times as he waited. And waited. And waited.

Minutes felt like hours, hours felt like days as he paced the floor. Just waiting.

A key in the door. Footsteps down the short hallway. And there he was.

Short, cropped, red-brown curls. He'd let his scruffy little beard out into a five o'clock shadow. His strong jaw line. He seemed to tower over him. His presence felt so reassuring and familiar. If only it was a happier occasion.
"Where's all our shit?" Jason demanded.
"Storage, take what you want, I don't want any of it," Kirk said quietly. Almost a mumble.

Jason looked around, there was nothing. It was stripped bare. Just blank walls, empty rooms, and them.
"Why?" he asked.
"I'm selling the place," Kirk said straightening up.
"What? Why?" Jason continued.
"You know damn well why."

It had been 5 days since Jason left the band. 5 long days. Not a phone call, not a visit, nothing. Kirk was hurt. He thought he meant more than that to Jason. Perhaps not.

"It's only been 5 days, I thought you'd want some space!"
"What the fuck from? You pull this shit and disappear!"
"I quit Metallica, I didn't quit you," Jason said trying to pull Kirk close to him but Kirk pushed him away.
"What's the difference."

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife, they stood there in the silence neither one knowing what to say. Jason stared out the window, the beautiful ceiling to floor window with a view across the whole city. It was night time, the city sparkled like fairy lights below them.

"Maybe I should have talked to you about it," Jason began, "but I just couldn't take their bullshit anymore."
He was talking about James and Lars, the tormenting and the taunting. It was all too much.
"And..." Kirk urged him to go on.
"But I didn't walk out o you, just them."

Kirk pushed himself away from the wall and turned to face the window. He felt so angry, so upset, so hurt. How the fuck could he do this to him!
"So you walked?"
"For fuck sake Kirk will you listen to me!"
"I am listening to you! You don't want to be in the band anymore. So you left. And made no effort to talk to me about it. So what am I supposed to think?"
"I don't know, how about what was I supposed to think when you kissed Lars?"
Kirk said nothing.
"Or married Lani?"
Again, Kirk said nothing.
"You have a life, I'm your dirty little secret, bit of fun on the side, always have been."
Kirk could feel the heat rising in his ears, so maybe he wasn't perfect, maybe this was all for the best anyway. At least this way there'd be no sneaking around.

"Okay, so I'm not fucking perfect, what do you want from me?"Kirk spat.
"Honesty."
He couldn't do it. He didn't know what he wanted. But he couldn't give himself to him completely. And maybe that was why he was so angry.
"I can't, I just can't."
"Typical," Jason muttered under his breath.
"What?"
"Where did you tell your wife you were going tonight? Band practise? Media shit? Have you even told her that I left yet, or do you still hate saying my name in her presence?"
"Don't you talk about her!"
"And why not?"
"Because, because, I fucking want you both."
He wanted to punch him, he wanted to kiss him, he was so conflicted. He didn't know what he wanted anymore. But it had been this way for years. He was afraid of the change.

He could feel himself sweating, angry, tense. Then his touch, soft and gentle, yet strong. Before he could speak, Jason drew him in and held him against his chest. Kirk wanted to yell, he wanted to scream, he wanted to run and hide. But he didn't. He couldn't. He just stood there in his arms. Wanting to walk away, but being too weak. Maybe this was what he meant. Weak.
sad..but i loved it :nanner:
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Sekhmet49
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Some Kind Of Monster
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November 2, 2012, 9:30 am
Please Come Home - James/Jason
Sometime in 2002

I miss him. I feel like my entire world shatters every time I think about how he just walked out on us, especially me. I loved him more than anything but maybe he just didn’t have those same feelings for me and besides; I never really gave the man the light of day. I was a complete dickhead to him.

Images of him flooded my mind and all I felt was my heart rip and tear into a hundred painful pieces. For every love I know, another stitch I sew. This one was going to take a very long time to heal. Why couldn’t he just come back to me…

How about a 'James! I miss you man. I apologize. Do you want to hang out again?'

Unfortunately for me, this was not the case.

The turmoil inside continues to grow.
My heart continues to shatter.
The tears continue to fall.
I am nothing without him.

Jason, please come home…
I LOVE this one! Amazing!
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