The sun was beating down on the back of my neck, and I was seriously about to throw a bitch fit if no one came and pitched up this tent. I had begged the Berry's to do it, but they were too busy getting pre-show drunk. And the guys were in the middle of soundcheck - the security guards walking around had completely blown me off. So far, in my opinion, the show of Heber City, Utah, was going to be a bad one.

Bending over to quickly recount the number of posters and car decals that had just been ordered and picked up today, I wasn't ready for the hard, firm smack that landed on my ass.

I jumped, both out of surprise and the pain. My ass was sensitive. I turned on my heel, crossing my arms under my chest as I stared at the little short shit that had smacked my ass. Well, I didn't have everywhere to talk, really, since he was actually taller than me. I was given shit about it, but I just put on my sad face and told the girls that the guys were being mean.

The guys learned after a week without sex, not to mess with me.

"Hey, short stuff," he says, knowing he has the right to call me that due to me actually being shorter than him.

"What do you want, Johnny?" I say, glaring at him as I keep my arms crossed.

His blonde hair with frosted black tips is messy and spiked carelessly, but it makes my heart flutter for a moment when he grins at me one of his stupid Johnny Christ grins. Goddamn, I hate it when he does that.

"I can't come say hi to my girl?" he says, and his grin turns down into a playful pout. His black-lined eyes flutter and they shine.

I sigh to myself, dropping my arms to my side and lazily hold them up as if it's a pain to hug my boyfriend. He grins and dips down slightly to wrap his arms around my hips, lifting me into the air. Squealing in surprise, my fingers dig into his shoulders as he, with no shame what-so-ever, nuzzles his face between my breasts.

I blush, getting a few looks from some of the passing guards and roadies, and pull at Johnny's hair to pull his face away from my chest. He growls at me, looking up with his eyes hazing over with momentary lust. I shiver as his lips connect with my bare collar bone. He licks and nibbles at the tattoo of lyrics I have there.

"Johnny," I let out with an exhaled breath, but I think he heard it as a moan. He continues his tease to my hot spot, grinning as he does. Johnny's eyebrows raise up in response to my call of his name.

"Baby, you gotta stop," my voice goes up a few octaves when his fingers begin to knead into the back of my thighs. "The merch," I mumble, placing my hands on each of his cheeks before pulling his lips away from my collarbone and up to mine.

The heat and the sun and the fact that I'm only half way through taking inventory of the merchandise for the show is completely forgotten as I spend a few moments kissing my boyfriend. We had met through our older siblings dating - that turned out to be a complete flop, but some good came out of that disaster.

The band had only been in the works for a few years, just barely getting by with going to Warp Tour, and Johnny had missed school for two weeks to play for the band while they were on tour. Me, being the little worry wart sister-of-his-brother's-girlfriend, I was trying to get a hold of him any and everyway I could. He came back, grinning like a five year old in a candy shop, and told me he was officially part of the band.

Two months later, my sister and his brother broke up. Johnny still came around our house, and we ended up becoming more than friends. Three years later, here we are, at Warp Tour again, this time Val off fucking Matt and me stuck with the Merch. That's what I get for being the newbie of the group.

Finally, Johnny puts me back down, but his lips stay on mine. It's a nice kiss - slow, building up into passionate, and sweet. He's going to ask me to do something for him, I know it.

"Baby," he says softly against my lips, and I'm too into the kiss to really pay attention. It's only when he pulls away that my eyes finally open and I take a few deep breaths. "Can you go get me a taco?"

I'm staring at him, blinking with wide brown eyes, before I punch at his chest and pull away from him. He's pouting, his lower lip sticking out with cute, wide puppy dog eyes, and rubbing at where I punched his chest.

"Renee," he says, holding out the last syllable of my name for a few seconds. "I'm starving."

"Well then go find something backstage, Johnny!" I hiss at him, turning to fix my top and going back to the merch.

"But Matt and J.B. ate it all!" he whines, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my slightly-chubby waist. I feel his covered chest against my bare back - stupid cut up shirt as a uniform and stupid Val for making me wear it ... She knows I'm not fully comfortable with my body yet. I haven't gotten into my dream size 10 yet.

"Well too fucking bad," I mumble, pushing away his hands and grabbing the clipboard to record all the numbers and prices that the band has agreed on. Johnny's hands gently hold my sides as he rests his chin on my shoulder, and I give in, letting him touch me. This moment feels nice, and sometimes I wish Johnny would be more like this.

But no, he's busy with the guys' shit and being bass player of a kickass band, and - ugh. I sigh to myself, dropping the clipboard onto a closed box and relax into Johnny's arms. I'm tired, and cranky, and want nothing more than a nice long drink of Jack Daniels'.

"What's wrong, Ree?" He asks as his fingers slip under my top to rub at the space between my navel and the hem of my jean shorts.I shrug, but know he won't take it. We've been dating for... two? Almost three years now, and we know the other better than we know ourselves. "C'mon, Ree..." he says softly, sways us back and forth to some invisible tune in the air. I laugh at his antics, and he gets a smile out of me.

Johnny, one. Renee, zero.

"I'm just tired, Johnny," I say, and it's the truth, but not the whole truth. The tour has taken a lot out of us, and then as soon as we get back to Huntington they're going to go back into writing mode, and that's even worse than being on tour.

On tour I get to see them. In writing mode, I might have to wait a week before they come out of the cave. Johnny and I have our own problems, but we get through them.

The same with Matt and Val; Bry and Libby; Zacky and Anna; Jimmy and Kiki.

We finally learned that sometimes we just have to shut the fuck up to get over what we're arguing over. That mostly goes for Bry and Libby - since both of them are cocky as hell and like to hear their own voices. I love the two to death, though. I love all of them.

But Johnny is mine, and I am his. And it's only right that we get our chance at these few rare moments.

"We have a show tomorrow in Scottsdale," Johnny tells me, and I groan loudly. We're just an hour from Salt Lake City, and it's going to take all fucking night to get to Scottsdale, and we'll be lucky to make it to the noon check-in and sound check.

"Fucking wonderful," I hiss, turning in his arms to show Johnny my annoyed look. But he's grinning and his eyes are bright and wide. I lift a pierced eyebrow at his expression and he simply leans down to capture my lips in a sweet kiss.

Even though its over a hundred degrees outside and I'm sweating like a work horse, only Johnny can make me melt where I stand.

"Christ! Get your fucking ass back to sound check!" Jimmy yells, poking his head from around a corner before going back the way he came.

The kiss turns into lips pressed together as we laugh. Finally I pull away, grinning like an idiot, and he matches my smile. "I'll see you backstage," he tells me, pressing another kiss to my lips before going back to the stage that he had run away from. I wrap my arms around my sun-burned shoulders, sighing to myself as I watch him walk away and disappear around the corner Jimmy had just been at.

There's only the noise of distant fans' voices and a few of the security guards yelling at some teens trying to sneak in.

But soon Val has shown up again, fixing her merch top with a silly look on her face. I roll my eyes, knowing what she's been up to. The gates open, and fans are rushing in to get to the pit rail, while others take their time to look at the merchandise we have to offer. Within the first hour, just as the show starts, we've made over two-hundred and fifty dollars.

"After the show, we're going to completely sell out," Val tells me, putting all the money back in the lock box and twisting the key to make sure the money is secure. We stand behind tables, but crane our necks the best we can to get a good look at the guys as they play.

They're playing a variety of songs, some from Waking the Fallen and others from City of Evil. This is going to be the last Warp Tour we're on, from now on. From here on out, the guys have decided that they've gotten a big enough fan base to start their own tours. We've got a month left of shows for Warp Tour, before they'll take a four month break and go on their first actual tour.

The guys have talked it over and decided to call it the 'Cities of Evil' tour. I laughed at first, but I still think it sounds good.

We're half way through the show, and Matt decides to converse a little with the fans while the guys cool off and take a few drinks of beer.

"How are ya'll fucking doing, today?!" he says loudly, and the crowd of six hundred or so kids yells and screams happily. Val grins, matching the one that I know Matt must be wearing. "I bet you're ready to get out of the fucking sun, huh?" There's more cheers, and I hear some laughs through the mics.

"So, this is our last Warp Tour, guys," Matt begins, pacing the stage slightly, and there are a few unhappy responses from the crowd. "But we've got our own tour coming up in five or six months, so be looking out for us!"

The boo's turn to cheers, and Bry begins to play a random riff on his guitar. Matt laughs into the microphone.

"So, on our way up here, the Rev and Zacky V decided to have a game of fucking drunken Bloody Knuckles," Bry starts, and Jimmy is about to fall off his drum seat from laughing as they go on and tell the story that happened last night. I can see Zacky hiding behind a large speaker as he drinks his beer.

"And to end up this story, we would all like to thank our two Merch Girls, Val and Ree, for patching up these fuckers and making it able for them to play today!"

There's cheers, and I see a few heads turn in our direction. Matt and Johnny are waving at us, while Bry just holds up his middle finger. Val and I laugh like crazy, holding onto each other as we wave back and turn away when a few late fans run in.

The show was a hit, but I was happy that it was finally over.

When the last of the fans has left the merch desk, I start to pack up what is left, making note that we need to restock on a bunch of CDs and shirts, Val grabs the money box and goes off to the trailer to count and tell us our profit for the night. The Berry's and the guys are packing up equipment, and playing the game whoever packs the last of the stuff drives the first shift. The Road Dog, as the van had been named, had died on us at the end of Warp Tour the year before. With just barely enough money to spare, the guys were able to pitch together and get an actual bus. It was small and barely fit the ten of us, but we did what we could - sharing beds, taking driving and sleeping shifts.

We were family. That's what family does.

Speaking of family, mine fucking sucks dick. I'm the last to pack away anything, and so I'm stuck with the first shift. Fucking wonderful. I'm not even certified to drive something this big, but with a large mug of my french vanilla coffee and a few shots of whiskey, I find myself awake well past midnight, driving from mid-Utah to Scottsdale, Arizona. We passed Salt Lake City over an hour ago.

The road is clear, with only a few passing semi-trucks and other tour buses or vans that slip down the highway. It's quiet, other than thethump thump thump of the tires on the road and the snores from the back. Around two am, I find my eyes slowly slipping down, my head nodding as I try to stay awake before the next shift. Before I can stop, my head lulls to the side, my eyes shut close--

"Ree!" Johnny yells in my ear, causing me to shoot up and pull back onto the road as I find myself vibrating on the shoulder. "Baby, pull over, I'll drive," he mumbles, and I don't complain as I let my foot off the accelerator and pull onto the sandy shoulder of the road. No one in the back makes a sound of complaint from the bumps other than the louder snores before Johnny is picking me up from my seat and taking the warm spot, me laying across his lap, my head resting on his shoulder with my feet propped up in the other seat.

I can feel his heartbeat against my ear, and it's soothing me back to sleep. Not to mention she's started to hum 'Bat Country' in my ear. I fall asleep without any hesitation.

***

It's three in the morning when I'm awaken again, but this time by a familiar pair of soft lips pressing against my throat and a hand slipping past the waistband of my sleeping shorts. "Johnny," I whine softly, squeezing my thighs together to keep from his hand going any farther. "'M tired. Lemme sleep, baby," I tell him, but he simply chuckles and kisses at the spot behind my ear that he knows makes me get hot and bothered.

"But I need something to keep me awake," he says, and I slap a hand on his chest, but soon I'm gasping as his touch his hard and hot against my clit. My thighs fall apart, and it's now that my senses are tenfold, that I feel his erection pressing into my hip as his sweat pants constrict him. Johnny fucking Christ may be short, but that didn't mean shit in the bedroom. He was hung, just as much as all the other guys. (Not that I had looked. I just deduced it from what the girls and I talked about whenever we had a girls' night.)

"Johnny," I let out in a whispy breath, and he chuckles against my neck, his finger quickening its fast, hard circles on my clit. "Fuck, Johnny, don't stop," I beg, my head hazed over from the pleasure of it as warmth liquefies between my thighs and Johnny uses this to his advantage to slip two thick fingers past my shaved pussy lips and curl into the spot that he found just a few months ago.

"Oh fuck!" I scream softly, burying my face against his neck as I pant, one foot falling from the chair to flatten on the floor while the other lifts up and rests on the head cushion, giving more angle for Johnny to use.

"That's it baby. I wanna make you feel so good," he huskily whispers against my skin before nipping at my ear. I'm going to lose my mind from the pleasure that makes my belly heat up in an inferno and my toes curl involuntarily.

"Ree," he whispers softly in my ear, but it doesn't sound like the way he would usually say it when he's turned on. "Ree, baby, wake up," he says, and I'm confused, but the confusion is pushed aside when my orgasm starts to build up in my lower stomach. I can feel it. I'm right there on edge. "Renee, c'mon, wake up."

No, don't stop! I'm so close. Fuck, I'm almost there, I'm-

"Ree!"

Shaken awake from my sex-hazed dream, my eyes spring open at the sight of Johnny as he leans over me, his hair messy and dark bags under his eyes from lack of sleep.

"You okay, Ree? You were making weird sounds in your sleep."

I can't stop the blush as it covers my cheeks. Letting out a shaky breath I cover my face with my head, squeezing my eyes shut. The ache between my thighs is painful and my nipples are rubbing against my shirt. The sensation sends more tingles down to my nerve endings.

"Fuck, Johnny," I say softly, dropping my hand from my face and looking around. The late morning sun is streaming in from the windows and other than the sounds coming from outside of yelling and screaming fans, there are no sounds on the bus. "Where is everyone?" I ask, looking from around the bus to my boyfriend. He chuckles.

"They're out for lunch. Just left a few minutes ago, why?"

There's a flash of my dream from behind my eyes, and my body has the sudden ache for Johnny and having him fill me. Pouncing from my spot on the couch, where I realized I was moved to, I tackle Johnny to the floor and straddle him. He lets out a whoosh of air and stares at me surprised, but as I grinned my hips down into his, the familiar heat of his erection growing presses up against my thigh. "Ree, baby, fuck, what's gotten into you?" he groans, letting his head fall back against the dirty carpet as I continue to roll my hips, his hands slipping up the legs of my shorts to grasp my thighs.

"What, I can't ravage my boyfriend?" I practically purr, moaning into his ear when the friction causes a delicious feeling going up my legs. "God, baby, I want you so bad," I tell him, and in seconds, he's straining against his sweat pants from the arousal that I've caused him by those words.

I'm flipped over onto my back, gasping in surprise, when I find my wrists held together above my head by one of his hands. The other works at tugging my shirt over my head. The shirt is then tangled around my wrists, and he growls at me, "Keep them there."

Suddenly, warm lips and calloused fingers at teasing my hard nipples, the feeling causing me to squirm under him. But soon, his free hand tugs down my shorts and panties before sliding them off around my ankles. Johnny's hand finds home between my thighs, two fingers pressing into the wet heat that my dream caused while his thumb rubs soft, barely-there circles on my clit.

"What were you dreaming about?" he asks, his teeth digging into my neck. My back arches, thighs spread farther apart. I can't help the moan that spills past my lips. (I sound like such a whore.)

"You," I tell him, but it doesn't seem like enough to him. His fingers curl teasingly into me, my muscles clenching at the sensation as I grow closer to an orgasm. "You were driving," I pant softly, clenching my fists tight. Johnny continues to hover over me. "The bus, I was asleep in your lap. You woke me up with- fuck!" My thighs squeeze his arm as I come loose from his fingers, my pussy gushing the liquid that now cover his hand and wrist.

"Whoops," Johnny chuckles, bringing his fingers to his mouth to lick and suckle my taste from them. "You were saying, Ree?" I can't find the breath, or logical thought, to answer him. My legs fall apart, my body falling from the high it from brought to by his fingers. I can feel his hands teasing my inner thighs now. "Ree," he whispers, hovering over me again before pressing a kiss to my neck. "You were say-"

"Don't make me gag you," I threaten with a weak voice, tugging at my shirt bonding my wrists before I undo the knot and pull my wrists free. "You're talking way too much, Johnny," I warn him before flipping him back onto his back and straddling him yet again. He groans feeling my hips grind down into the hard erection that is straining against the crotch of his sweat pants. "Now be a good boy and stay there," I tease before pulling at the hem of his shirt and tugging it over his head. My fingers splay out over his chest, and I lower myself to guide my tongue over the familiar LATE tattoo going across his chest.

His hands go for my thighs yet again, although they move up higher to grip the flesh of my ass. I growl softly in his ear, grinding down harder against him. He groans, his fingers tightening into my skin just as I lift up onto my knees slightly before slipping his sweat pants down just far enough to free his hard cock. The head is a bright red, almost purple, and I can just feel the blood pulsing through it as I stroke him in my hand.

"R-Renee--fuck!"

My eyes flutter close as I sink down onto him, feeling the thickness fill me, pressing into my muscles and the spots that make me see white. I let out a moan that's worthy of a porno. "You like that, Johnny, baby?" I ask, surprised at just how sexy it sounded. He groans, his hips bucking up into mine.

"Fuck yes," is his answer before I slowly start to roll my hips in a circle, spreading my knees as far apart on the carpet as need be to take Johnny as far as our bodies will allow. He hits my cervix almost a moment later, and it sends me into a mess of moans and cries, my hips instantly bucking as the nerves that deep in me are stimulated. His head falls back, but I can see him watching me with light brown eyes, the small flecks of gold flashing as he watches me work him.

His hands trail up my body to fondle my breast, my nipples pinches between his fingers. My hands cover his, my head lulled back as I continued to ride his cock, working him harder and faster inside of me. I let out a startled sound, moaning when he slams his hips back up into me, making him bottom out completely. Gripping his hands tighter to my chest, I pick up the pace and ride him as fast, and hard, as I can.

"Jesus Christ!" I yelp, surprised when I'm suddenly on my back, the carpet rubbing my skin raw.

"Close," Johnny teases me before grabbing at my hips and shifting to a different angle before thrusting hard and deep. My legs wrap around his waist, my heels pressing into his back to bring him closer. As my arms wrap around his neck, our lips connect, groans and moan slipping into open mouths as our tongues clash. Suddenly, he pulls away, slipping out of me. I'm panting for air, my body slick with sweat, my limbs made of goo as I look up at him.

"Turn around," he tells me, and I barely find the strength to slip onto my belly. Johnny is right behind me, grabbing at my biceps and pulling me flush back against his chest. Soon, he's thrusting back into me, and the angle has a tingle spreading throughout by body before I'm bucking, crying out as I'm slowly falling over the edge. But I'm not quite there, and I'm doing all I can to send us both spiraling down.

"Shit, baby, yes, right there," I moan. His hands let go of my biceps, and an arm wraps around my waist. The muscle contracts against my skin as his lips press against the pulse in my neck. His free hand moves down my side and to my thigh, around to tease the sensitive soft skin before his fingers rub hard into my clit. The stimulation of all eight thousand nerves sends me over.

The sensation sends me screaming softly, reaching back to grab at Johnny's hair, positioning both of our heads correctly to press a hard kiss to his lips, drowning out my sounds. My pussy goes on to clench and convulse, milking his glorious cock to its own orgasm. He releases inside of me, making my body melt into warmth. I pull away from him once my strength runs away, and fall forward to rest against the couch I had been sleeping on. My back is arched lazily when Johnny moves his fingers over my tattooed skin, our bodies still connected intimately.

Johnny chuckles from behind me, bending at the waist to press a kiss to the back of my neck.

"You know, Ree, that was pretty hot with you being all dominate like that."

I groan, and shift to look over my shoulder at him. "Just stop talking, Johnny. You're ruining the moment."