Okay so while I finish up with the visual aids for the next chapter of This Wasn’t What I Planned, I thought I would tide Y'all over with a request that came in.
The ever so lovely @backtothefront requested this little gem using Prompt 17 and Prompt 22 from this list. :)
Send me an ask if you want me to write something for you.
***NOTES*** This takes place in the AJFA era and it is a Hetrich fic! If you don’t ship Hetrich, then don’t read :)
***WARNINGS*** Angst, Fluff, Kissing, Drinking, Confessions, mentions of smut, and I think that’s it really.
Lars sighed as one of Metallica’s crew members helped him into his robe. Same shit, different day He thought to himself. It was always the same routine. No matter what city or town they played in he always had to watch women throw themselves at James. Sometimes literally.
He ate it up too. Oh yeah, James loved the attention and wouldn’t hesitate to indulge in a good lay or two. Girls tried to get with Lars too, but most of the time he just wasn’t interested. Sure they were hot and all, but they weren’t him.
For as long as he could remember, James had been the center of all his fantasies. Lars had spent sleepless, sweaty nights thinking of all the ways he wanted to touch the frontman. He never told James how he felt and didn’t plan too either. His feelings were probably one-sided anyway.
After a long cool shower, Lars sat nursing a beer lost in his own thoughts. James grabbed a chair next to him, stretching his long legs out in front of him.
“You’re awful quiet tonight Squirt. What’s on your mind?”
Lars snorted and took a long pull of his beer. Yeah, like he could just come out and say that he was thinking about shoving his tongue down the singer’s throat while being fucked into oblivion.
“S'nothin. Just thinking about the next set list is all.”
James must have bought the lie because he just grunted in response. They sat in silence for a few minutes just enjoying the benefits of being able to relax. Eventually, James downed the rest of his beer and slapped Lars lightly on the shoulder.
“Whatdya say we go out tonight? I hear this bar downtown has a shit ton of good lookin’ chicks.”
Lars grumbled and shrugged his shoulders.
“I don’t know Het, I’m just not feelin’ it. I think I’ll go home and watch a movie.”
James ruffled his hair and stood to toss his empty bottle in the nearby trash can.
“Come on, let’s throw the dice, see what happens.”
As much as Lars wanted to spend his evening alone drinking himself numb, he couldn’t say no to the blue-eyed beauty before him. He sighed in defeat and ran his free hand through his long hair.
“Alright fine, but I wanna go home and change first.”
Forty-five minutes later Lars was knocking on James’ door. He still got butterflies every time he spent any sort of alone time with James, and this time wasn’t any different.
Lars’ mouth went dry when the door opened. James stood in the doorway sporting nothing but a towel. His eyes traveled up his lean frame slowly drinking him in. He wasn’t sure if his brain short-circuited or if it was the alcohol, but he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.
“Damn. You clean up good.”
James raised an eyebrow at him questioningly before moving to the side to let him in.
“Fuck man, how much did you drink before you came over here? You smell like a liquor store exploded.”
Lars plopped down on James’ worn out couch burying his head in his hands.
“Y'just don’ get it, d'ya James?”
James knew he couldn’t take Lars anywhere like this. He was already almost blackout drunk. Something that had only recently started happening. He knew something was bothering his friend, but he just figured it was the stress of the interviews and such. Now, he was genuinely curious since it seemed it was something else entirely.
Lars swallowed thickly. He needed another drink if he was gonna have this conversation. Luckily for him, James was always fully stocked with beer. He knew he was drunk, but he didn’t want to remember the rejection on James’ face when he poured his heart out to him like one of those groupie girls.
James knew what he was after and followed him into the kitchen. Lars narrowed his eyes when the beer was snatched out of his hand.
“I think you’ve had enough Lars. It’s a miracle you got here without being pulled over or ending up dead in a ditch somewhere.”
Lars leaned with his back against the sink, visibly pouting with his arms crossed over his chest. He knew he was being ridiculous, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care.
“Woulda been easier if I was s'in a ditch…”
James rolled his eyes and placed each of his hands on the counter boxing the drummer in.
“Cut the crap, Lars. Tell me what I don’t get. I hate seeing you like this, and so does Kirk and Newkid. What’s got you so upset lately?”
Normally Lars would flinch at his impatient tone, but right now he was just over it. Over the fact that no matter what he did it wouldn’t change the fact that James was straighter than an arrow. Anger surged through him and he suddenly needed some air. He shoved James as hard as he could sending him staggering back a few inches.
“You wanna know what s'got me so drunk all d'time? Have you looked in the mirror James? Seen y'self lately? Fockin’ beautiful s'what you are. Can’t s-stop thinkin’ bout you and drinkin’ numbs me s'I can sleep. S'the only way I can-”
James slammed their lips together cutting him off. Lars didn’t respond at first, but soon the initial shock of it all faded away. Then there was nothing but James. He was everywhere, and the sensation was almost too much. The way his hand rested on his hip, the tip of his fingers ghosting over his pale skin and the taste of his kiss made Lars groan with need.
When James finally pulled away they were both panting. Lars licked his lips and ran his hand down the center of the taller man’s chest.
“Mmmm taste s'like peppermint.”
James chuckled and steered Lars towards his room.
“Thanks, Squirt. You, on the other hand, taste like Tequila. Why don’t we go sleep this off and talk in the morning hm? I have a feeling you won’t remember any of this, but I can assure you that I will.”
Lars climbed underneath the covers and James followed suit. He smiled when his Dane curled against him relishing in the warmth of his body. Lars nuzzled into his neck while James snaked a protective arm around the smaller man’s torso pulling him closer. Neither of them knew what ‘this’ was, but one thing was certain. This was definitely new territory that they would take one day at a time.
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