metallica · kirk hammett · jason newsted · drunk · rock stars · comedy · accidental · male/male · bandmates · intoxicated
Pale morning light seeps past the heavy curtains, catching dust in the air and painting the rumpled sheets in shades of gold. I stir, and the movement brings a rush of confusion—my body is pinned. To the left, Jason lies curled tight against my front, his breath warm through my shirt. Behind me, Kirk’s arm rests heavily across my waist, his fingers loosely curled against my hip. For a long moment, there’s only the sound of their sleeping breaths, steady and synchronized in the thick quiet.