Holy crap! She's writing again!
This is all Carina's fault. Her and her damn visual aids.
Title: Gimme A Head With Hair
Author: CanSpy
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A night backstage goes in very strange directions
Notes: Hints of Lars/James, full-on J2. Written for spacemonkey_699 and cobrasnaps on a whim.
Chad had done this to him.
Tom had done this, too.
And Mike, well, there was very little Mike hadn’t done but that they both chalked up to the stresses of playing a bald billionaire.
But, as far as his brain could remember through the star-struck tequila haze, Lars Ulrich had never done this. To anyone. Which, he supposed, ought to have made him feel special, but instead, was just weirding him out.
“Dude, you don’t even understand, man...” the drummer slurred, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. “I think he did it to, like, spite me or something...”
“Uh, I don’t know man,” Jensen tried to reply. “He doesn’t seem like a - “
“Don’t even say it, man. You don’t know him, not like I do...” A pair of nimble fingers walked themselves up a spot of ticklish flesh but Jensen didn’t dare to more than twitch. “It’s like...one minute, we’re like fucking going at it man - tell anyone about this and I swear, I’ll beat the shit outta you - and I make one stupid comment about...fuck, I don’t even remember but it musta pissed him off because the next thing I know, he’s just fucking gone. Next time I see that motherfucker, it’s half an inch long. Fuck, man. I don’t even know...”
Over the shorter man’s shoulder, Jensen could see a hurricane brewing. He and Jared had been together for almost a year and Jensen’s hard-on for all things Metallic wasn’t exactly a secret. In fact, scoring backstage passes was supposed to be an anniversary present but, judging from the look he was getting, Jensen could tell it was backfiring, hard. Jared’s normally open and expressive face was now dark and closed off, as he watched his one of boyfriend’s heroes drunkenly molest him. The whole thing was positively surreal and Jensen had no idea what to do. Even if James wasn’t currently in the room, Jensen had no doubt he, and a team of bodyguards, could be summoned with a quickness if Lars took offense at getting yanked off Jen’s apparently comfy lap. So, it looked like he was stuck with a lap full of surprisingly bisexual rock god.
Suddenly, a hand came up and smacked him hard across the cheek. “Dude, you’re not even listening to me. Fuck man, just like him. Blah blah blah, no one listen to Lars. Assholes.” And just as quickly as he had settled in, Lars slid off Jensen’s lap and stood, cracking his back. “I’m gonna go find that shithead and see if I can, fuck, glue some of that hair back on his stupid, pretty head. Excuse me.” And with that, he stumbled out of the room and turned down the hall, yelling for Kurt and a pair of scissors.
For a second, neither of the boys moved. Then a muffled shout came from the next room and they heard a cry of “Jesus fucking Christ, Lars! I need that braid!” and suddenly, they were both bent over laughing.
Jared was the first to regain the ability to speak. “Holy shit, man!” he coughed, wiping the tears of laughter out of his eyes. “You should have seen your face!”
Jensen reached beside him and threw a nearby magazine at his partner’s head. “You asshole! You looked you wanted to kill him!”
“And deal with you sulking and cutting me off for beating on your hero? No way, dude!” Jared replied, collapsing on the couch beside Jensen. “Besides, how many people can claim they were groped - no, petted by Lars fucking Ulrich?”
Jensen swatted Jared’s arm. “He wasn’t petting me. He was, just, you know, feeling friendly. And, uh, speaking of which, unless I missed something, he and Hetfield are apparently on blowjob terms with each other? The hell?”
Jared shrugged. “After Rob Halford, nothing really surprises me anymore.” He nodded towards the door. “I think that was our cue to get out of here.”
“Yeah, I guess.” Jensen agreed and reluctantly got himself upright. “Hey, I’m totally snagging a drumstick here.”
Jared rolled his eyes. “To commemorate the night Lars made you his bitch.”
“No way, man.” Jensen replied, smirking. “To commemorate the night I fucked you backstage on the best fucking night of my life.” He stuck the thin wood into Jared’s back pocket and used it to pull his lover in close for a searing kiss. “Get your hot ass back on that leather, baby. I got something to prove.”
And after that night, Jensen never again bugged Jared to cut his hair.
Title: Gimme A Head With Hair
Author: CanSpy
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A night backstage goes in very strange directions
Notes: Hints of Lars/James, full-on J2. Written for spacemonkey_699 and cobrasnaps on a whim.
Chad had done this to him.
Tom had done this, too.
And Mike, well, there was very little Mike hadn’t done but that they both chalked up to the stresses of playing a bald billionaire.
But, as far as his brain could remember through the star-struck tequila haze, Lars Ulrich had never done this. To anyone. Which, he supposed, ought to have made him feel special, but instead, was just weirding him out.
“Dude, you don’t even understand, man...” the drummer slurred, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. “I think he did it to, like, spite me or something...”
“Uh, I don’t know man,” Jensen tried to reply. “He doesn’t seem like a - “
“Don’t even say it, man. You don’t know him, not like I do...” A pair of nimble fingers walked themselves up a spot of ticklish flesh but Jensen didn’t dare to more than twitch. “It’s like...one minute, we’re like fucking going at it man - tell anyone about this and I swear, I’ll beat the shit outta you - and I make one stupid comment about...fuck, I don’t even remember but it musta pissed him off because the next thing I know, he’s just fucking gone. Next time I see that motherfucker, it’s half an inch long. Fuck, man. I don’t even know...”
Over the shorter man’s shoulder, Jensen could see a hurricane brewing. He and Jared had been together for almost a year and Jensen’s hard-on for all things Metallic wasn’t exactly a secret. In fact, scoring backstage passes was supposed to be an anniversary present but, judging from the look he was getting, Jensen could tell it was backfiring, hard. Jared’s normally open and expressive face was now dark and closed off, as he watched his one of boyfriend’s heroes drunkenly molest him. The whole thing was positively surreal and Jensen had no idea what to do. Even if James wasn’t currently in the room, Jensen had no doubt he, and a team of bodyguards, could be summoned with a quickness if Lars took offense at getting yanked off Jen’s apparently comfy lap. So, it looked like he was stuck with a lap full of surprisingly bisexual rock god.
Suddenly, a hand came up and smacked him hard across the cheek. “Dude, you’re not even listening to me. Fuck man, just like him. Blah blah blah, no one listen to Lars. Assholes.” And just as quickly as he had settled in, Lars slid off Jensen’s lap and stood, cracking his back. “I’m gonna go find that shithead and see if I can, fuck, glue some of that hair back on his stupid, pretty head. Excuse me.” And with that, he stumbled out of the room and turned down the hall, yelling for Kurt and a pair of scissors.
For a second, neither of the boys moved. Then a muffled shout came from the next room and they heard a cry of “Jesus fucking Christ, Lars! I need that braid!” and suddenly, they were both bent over laughing.
Jared was the first to regain the ability to speak. “Holy shit, man!” he coughed, wiping the tears of laughter out of his eyes. “You should have seen your face!”
Jensen reached beside him and threw a nearby magazine at his partner’s head. “You asshole! You looked you wanted to kill him!”
“And deal with you sulking and cutting me off for beating on your hero? No way, dude!” Jared replied, collapsing on the couch beside Jensen. “Besides, how many people can claim they were groped - no, petted by Lars fucking Ulrich?”
Jensen swatted Jared’s arm. “He wasn’t petting me. He was, just, you know, feeling friendly. And, uh, speaking of which, unless I missed something, he and Hetfield are apparently on blowjob terms with each other? The hell?”
Jared shrugged. “After Rob Halford, nothing really surprises me anymore.” He nodded towards the door. “I think that was our cue to get out of here.”
“Yeah, I guess.” Jensen agreed and reluctantly got himself upright. “Hey, I’m totally snagging a drumstick here.”
Jared rolled his eyes. “To commemorate the night Lars made you his bitch.”
“No way, man.” Jensen replied, smirking. “To commemorate the night I fucked you backstage on the best fucking night of my life.” He stuck the thin wood into Jared’s back pocket and used it to pull his lover in close for a searing kiss. “Get your hot ass back on that leather, baby. I got something to prove.”
And after that night, Jensen never again bugged Jared to cut his hair.