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your love is a weapon
title: your love is a weapon
rating: pg-13
fandom: metallica/wrestling
pairing: james hetfield/dean ambrose
content notes: angst, fluff, affection, rating subject to change
summary: they're trying to get it right.
notes: 100 drabbles of a 100 words each. rating subject to change. updated every 10 drabbles
welcome party
title: welcome party
rating: nc-17
fandom: wrestling/metallica
pairing: james hetfield/dean ambrose
content notes: explicit sexual content
notes: for penguinsstealingsanity because she's awesome and encourages my hetbrose.
summary: james has been on tour, but he's finally back.
tagging: ohnoitsthebat, morbydfayth
(1st sentence thingy) He walked into the room, stopping suddenly when he saw Dean, unsure whether he should step back out before he was noticed.
Dean's hunched over on the edge of the bed, quiet little gasps leaving his mouth and James's heart aches for him.
"Dean?" His voice is soft and gentle, but Dean jerks up anyway, looking up at him with wide blue eyes.
"Don't." Dean mumbles, wiping at his face harshly.
James sighs, but he doesn't ask, doesn't press, doesn't pry. He lets it go and wonders if maybe that's not the right move either.
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Hetbrose. Tackle
Dean tackles James to the bed, straddling his hips and grinning down at him, wicked blue eyes bright with mischief. James's hands smooth up Dean's thighs and he returns the grin.
They don't speak as Dean leans down and kisses James roughly, hands cupping James's face. He rocks his hips against James's, drawing a groan from the older man.
Dean pulls back, licking his lips. James's eyes darken with lust and Dean can't help but smirk again, fisting a hand in James's hair and tugging on it.
There's not much speaking going on as they set about exploring each other once more.
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Hetbrose. Explosion
It’s true that it’s a lot harder to ignite James’s temper these days. It’s hard to work him up to screaming at you. But as much as he’s changed and became a better person, he still does have a temper and you can work him up to screaming back at you.
Generally only two people are capable of these feat and one finds some sort of twisted glee in doing it.
Dean’s hurling some insult about Lars again because Lars is one topic that pushes James’s buttons the fastest and James is really trying to not rise to the obvious bait, but Dean is really laying it on thick and he can’t ignore it anymore and soon they’re red faced and yelling obscenities at each other.
Then, just like that, there’s silence and they’re both panting, staring at each other.
"I’m leaving." Dean says finally, stomping to the front door, pulling on his jacket. He slams the door behind. James says nothing.
The ringing silence says more than enough in the aftermath of the lastest explosion.
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Hetbrose. Cold
"Fuck! Dean, your feet are fucking blocks of ice." James grumbles, shifting his legs away from said ice blocks.
"Warm me up then." Dean shoves a leg between James's, curling cold toes against James's calf.
James yelps and tries to pull away, but Dean latches onto him, laughing as he tucks his cold hands against James's warm, bare chest.
James huffs out a breath, shivering as Dean sighs in contentment. "The things I do for you."
"Love you!" Dean leans up and kisses James.
"Yeah, yeah." James mumbles, but he kisses back.
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Hetbrose. Ambulance
refers to the cinderblock incident. au in which james is backstage or something, idk. *handwaves*
James rides in the ambulance with Dean, the injury worse than it was supposed to be. He clutches Dean's limp hand, worry creeping up his spine. He shivers, tightening his grip on Dean's fingers.
He shifts back when the paramedics need to get around him, but he doesn't let go of Dean. He can't let go.
He bites his lips and follows Dean as far as he can go until he's made to wait in the waiting room, pacing around, biting his lips and tapping his fingers on his thighs.
Dean has to be okay. He just has to be.
James paces and time ticks away and Dean has to be okay.
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Hetrich, hurt.
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Lars shows up in James’s hotel room a few minutes after he hangs up the phone, knowing what James wants and knowing that it’ll only hurt him in the end. He sighs and knocks on the door, James letting him in seconds later.
Lars doesn’t get a chance to speak before James is kissing him, guiding him to the bed, pushing him down on it. He goes along with it, offering the physical comfort that James wants, wincing every time it’s not his name that James moans against his skin. He holds his feelings tight in his chest, knowing he lost his chance with James a long time ago.
No matter how much Dean hurts him, James will never leave him and Lars knows that. Lars can only offer this, his body, with the small hope that James might love him one day.
He doesn’t count on it though. Not when it’s not his name James whispers as he comes. Lars doesn’t say anything at all.
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