Syn's Deep in My Blood

Turned on the lights of my living room and sighed. That’s the perfect view for a guy that spent 3 months on the road: my cozy couch just waiting for me to hop in there.
I went quickly to the kitchen with all my hopes up on a few beers I had left there before touring and, thank god, they were still in there. I grabbed a can from the refrigerator and instantly felt that wave of extremely cold air hitting my bare chest, a few drops of water from the shower still hanging in there to send me shivers. That bittersweet sensation reminded me how soothing it was to be finally alone in my own house and to be able to walk around only in my boxers and a pair of flip-flops without a care. Well, not that I wanted to be completely alone now. But the person I wanted naked with me belonged to someone else. Isn’t it…awesome?

No, it was totally frustrating…

I walked back to find my place on my huge couch when I came across to the blanket I used to cover me and Emily that night she stayed here. I remembered like it was a day ago, she was hot and sweaty from our ‘little’ secret jam, we rested for an hour just by talking about some random subject, I went to get some more wine and when I came back she was asleep. I could still see her shuddered arm skin and her puckered nipples visible on her shirt.

Oh great…now I am the one sweating here…

She was obviously cold and I brought that blanket for her. Of course I would be more than happy to offer her my hot skin as her own blanket for that night if she wanted, but we both knew it was just…wrong.
I wasn’t able to let her sleep all alone and crooked on my sofa. Something really strong made me stay there by her side, it wouldn’t be difficult to find some sleep since we had just finished a whole bottle of wine. So I just allowed myself to watch her steady breathing as it eventually got me slumber.
Then, in the next morning, you know the rest, Zacky walked on us cuddling. I wasn’t even close to her when I slept, how could we…well I just don’t get how my arm would be around her and her body leaned on my chest like that. It turns out that even in my dreams I wanted to hold her and so I did.
Still…we didn’t do anything wrong there.

At least, until then…

“Hey Em, where’s Rev, have you seen him around here?” I found Emily working on one of my guitars while we were at the sound check for the upcoming concert at Tybee Island, Georgia – don’t ask me what the hell we were doing at this place, they wanted us there, so we went. Really nice weather and beaches by the way, but still, small place to play a gig.

“Nope.” she let it out with a dry and low tone, without looking at me. I could tell she was in a bad mood just by it.

“Do you happen to know why he’s avoiding me since NY?” yeah, that’s the question I wanted to make since we left Manhattan. He was acting weird, not making his jokes about my hair, not talking shit, just…too damn quiet for Jimmy.

“Well…” she breathed heavily and angrily, as if I was really pissing her off with my questions. Hmm…she was hotter when angry. Focus on the subject matter, Haner, focus! “I’m probably not the best person to talk about this so...”

“Wow, you won’t tell me why my best friend is not talking to me?” now it was my time to be hot-tempered. How could she hide something like this? I don’t remember doing anything bad lately.

Could somebody please just explain to me what the fuck happened between those two that even made Jimmy share a room with Zacky on our last night there?! I was damn curious…

“If you still didn’t notice, we are on a break right now so… Let’s just…avoid Jimmy related subjects, okay?” she gave me the most ironic grin I’ve ever seen coming from her lips and erased it from her mouth in milliseconds.

“Okay…” yeah, I guess it was really difficult to pluck information around here today. If I wanted to know what happened, I would have to dig a little more. Maybe Zacky would spit it out after a few beers. “I just thought you should know that the guys are planning to go bar hopping after the gig tonight so…” that was when Jimmy came out of nowhere and walked between us with a heavy glare at Emily. Wow, I could feel the tension all over them.

“Yeah, what he does or does not it’s not of my business, Brian…” she said it with disdain but finally pointing her eyes at me for the first time. And then I saw it. She was hurt inside.

“You didn’t let me finish…” that few seconds were enough for me to think about taking advantage of the fact she was alone and…well, she needed somebody to comfort her. Maybe they had a pretty nasty fight and I wanted to let her know I was there for her. For anything. “…so, since we never came to this city before, I’m in the mood for exploring. What you think, do you…wanna come in with me on this journey into the unknown lands of…Tybee Island?” in the most charming and funny tone I could say it, I smirked as my index finger slowly brought her chin to face me. She stared in silence, still serious features covering her face.

“Are you…asking me out?” her sexy low tone persisted to make me shiver.

“Well, you can call it whatever you wanna call it. It’s just you…and me…meeting a new place.” I tried to show the best inviting look I had on my ‘endless’ collection of glances.

"I don't date guitar players, so..." Geez, she was definitely on the worst mood ever today.

"What?" as she got back to her tasks with my instruments, my jaw hanged slightly open for several minutes. And what about her tiny lil crush she said she had on me, huh?

"They're cocky and womanizer most of the time... But you know that already…” she gave me that corner-of-the-eye look and it almost made me believe I was taking a smirk out of her lips.

"Wow, wait a minute! You're a guitarist too, you know?" whatever she was trying to insinuate about me, well, it wasn’t working. Besides, she didn’t see me with a single girl since we started touring. What the fuck was that all about?

"Oh yeah, I fit right in, I'm all those things I said."

"Really? A womanizer too?" I couldn’t control my chuckles now, she was falling on her own trap.

"No, I mean, a 'maniser'!" she let out a cocky grin – finally – and rolled her eyes.

"Oh, that's what they call it these days huh..." I mumbled it and regret it at the moment she turned to face me really outraged again. Oh shit, what have I said…

"Excuse me?! Just because you're a man you can be called womanizer, a stud. Then you're a woman, well, you can only be a whore! Don't even start with double standards on me now, I need to put up with crap like that my entire life!"

"Okay, okay, sorry! I didn't mean to offend you or..." why do I insist on girls with temper like that? Why was I even softening at her yelling at me? That power she had over me…

"Let’s just get this over with, all right?!" she handed me in rough ways my pinstriped Schecter and I murmured a soft thanks before heading to the stage.

Well, this clueless conversation ended up even worse than I expected and I would probably have to fix it later.

What? She was the screamer and I had to fix it??? What the hell is this girl doing to me?

Still…nothing wrong as you can see, huh? Well, that depends on your point of view… It was getting harder and harder to control my feelings for that girl and stay away from her now.
But the things that kept roaming through my mind that I wasn’t able to control, well, those were really wrong…

I grabbed the blanket I was staring this whole time and took it to the height of my nose. Yeah, it still had it. The smell of a profound and intense fruity scent promptly inflamed my insides as my memory was easily unleashed by it. The exact same aroma I inhaled on her bra lying on the bed that day…

“…being on the road is really stressful Em, you need to distract like you were doing on New York. Drinking with us, hanging with us. You need to learn how to have fun again here and I’m the best teacher for it! Let’s just get out of this hotel, walk aimlessly around and talk shit. It’s my last proposal… I gotta make up for the stupid things I said before.” we were talking on the hotel hall now, after the concert.

“Okay, okay, Brian, I’m in, if that’s enough for you to shut up...” her tone was soft now, way different than before. Yeah, that’s my Emily… No, damn, she’s not mine… “I’m just gonna go upstairs to take a quick shower cause I can see you already did it…” she was probably referring to my exaggerate use of perfume. What is a man without his striking smell, huh?

“All right, I’m gonna take a few things from my room and I’ll see you in front of your door in…half an hour?” she nodded and we both went to our rooms.

Well…I said half an hour, right? Okay, I lied, in ten minutes I was hanging by her door. I wasn’t sure If I should knock first or…just get in there to maybe, accidentally, get a swift glimpse of her naked body and… STOP IT GATES!

“Emily, can I come in?” I eavesdropped on her door and heard the shower still on. She wouldn’t hear me so I just came in.

I peeked around and saw a few clothes scattered on the ground on the way to the bathroom. Women clothes, to be precisely. Her avenged sevenfold crew shirt was on the bed, her jeans was on the ground together with her black lace matching bra and panty. When I thought I could finally breathe properly and forget about all those insinuating things around me, I noticed the bathroom door wide open to my curious sight. I bit my lip and swallowed hard, already feeling those tingling sensation climbing my thighs.

Well, well, I can just sit here on her bed with my back against the bathroom door and try not to look at anything else, just waiting for her to get out. Yeah, that's what I should do! And when I did that, the bed made a loud cracking noise. What the fuck!!

“Hey…room service? I’m all settle, thanks!” she yelled.

“No…it’s me, Brian! I’m waiting for you here…outside…” I made sure I was emphatic on outside. Cause I would only get in there if she wanted me to. Did she…want me in there?

“Errr…okay, I’m almost finishing here!”

“Take your time…” yeah, take your time, torture me with those stuffy moaning you are letting out while the hot water covers all I wanted to be covering from your body right now.

And there it goes, I looked down to see my nice growing bulge staring at me as if it was practically begging me for relief. Oh my god, I can’t do this here! – Or can I?

Maybe I should just go to my room and call a hooker or something. But…that’s not exactly what I want now, is it? I don’t need some random chick, I need her.

I couldn’t bear my eagerness to turn my back and just take a little peek at the glassy bathroom stall and so I did. There was a mirror inside it that I could clearly see now. And another thing I could clearly see were the marvelous drawings of her curves through it. To stop watching it just wasn’t an option anymore!

My hands moved automatically to unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants to reach my boxers and let my buddy breathe a little. God, I was throbbing just by having the blurred sight of her arms rising to wash her hair, to unveil a perfectly picture of her breasts to my wide open eyes. I couldn’t see anything more than her shapes but it was enough to drive me to full bliss by then.
I tried to stay as quiet as possible, using only mouth breathing, as I started with the hurried strokes on my-really-hard-self. My eyes closed for a moment to pretend it was her tattooed, soft and wet hands that was sliding on me unstoppably and reaching out for my nipple with her other hand. My now sticky fingers from pre-cum was making that whole scenario even more real in my mind.

I was truly carried away into my fantasy when I let a loud grunt escape from my throat accidentally.

“Brian? Are you still out there?” my jaw hanged open as I was gasping for air, trying to hold my noises as hard as I could. Oh shit, she heard me…

“Y-yeah, I’m here…” I tried to speak normally to not delate what I was doing there. I still could see her entire gorgeous body but there was no way she would see me from there.

“Hey, in what tone you played your solo tonight?”

“C…minor…I guess…” I kept pumping faster now and her sweet voice brought me directly to another scene in my head: her hands slithering my Schecter fretboard, her bare and soaked waist rubbing against its body and her voluptuous gaze completely stuck on mine. That single image made my eyes close and my head fall back while desire was taking over my body. Ahhh… I’m so close…

“Yeah, I knew it!” and that was when she turned off the shower to make my brain discharge a lot of adrenaline on my bloodstream. For the love of god, I gotta finish this…In fact, it would be even better if she could join me here.

“Hey, I forgot my fresh clothes in my bed, can you bring it to me, please?” she started to dry herself still inside the stall and my heartbeat got even more accelerated when I noticed her purple double-D cup bra laying with her clothes just a few centimeters away from my left hand, the one I used to lean my body weight.

I didn’t think twice, just picked it up and got profoundly drunk by her unique scent that sublimated the last drop of lust I needed to finally achieve my climax. Luckily I saw a towel standing on a chair next to the bathroom door and grabbed it quickly to prevent me from shooting my juices all over my clothes.

Oh…hell… - even my thinking was slow as I panted hard to the amazing post-orgasm feelings. I rubbed my hard-on till I felt it softening in my hold and that intense relief finally made me emerge to reality again.

Oh, yeah, she asked for her clothes…

I cleaned myself, zipped my pants and buckled my belt as fast as possible to bring her clothes for her. As I was heading to the bathroom door, she appeared there wearing a robe and a big smile to me.

“Oh, I thought you didn’t hear me… Thanks Bri!” she picked her clothes from my hand, closed the door shut and for a slight moment, I thought I had come all over my pants again just from her grin.

Notes

ohhh there's more to come from Brian's pov ;D

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