Brian’s POV

Twenty questions? Okay, maybe I had been a little quick to judge. I thought she was just the regular tease with the slight dusting of naivety, but no tease came to my house, cuddled Pinkly, drank my coffee and played a game of twenty questions. Was it a game? Felt more like a mutual interrogation.

There was something about MJ that made me slow down. Once she fell asleep I just wanted to satisfy that urge of me lying down beside her and holding her through the night. No sex. Just laying there, protecting her from whatever demons she was running from. But I didn’t have the courage, because that meant commitment, that meant feelings and that meant getting hurt at one point. I couldn’t quite wrap my finger around what was her game. One moment she’s the tease, the next moment she’s this little girl who’s running from the world. What to fucking do with her? It was clear I can’t simply fuck her, she’d break and I wasn’t that big of a monster to crash a girl like that, but I wasn’t gonna get attached to her. I wasn’t gonna take her on dates and give her false hope of me ever being together with her. We all knew that’s not gonna happen. But I had a bet, which, to think about it, neither me or Zacky would win if neither of us wouldn’t commit for a long term relationship.

I sighed as I walked upstairs to get her a blanket. Once I covered her with it, Pinkly instantly hopped on the couch, circled around a bit, before she made herself comfortable by her feet. I scratched her behind the ear, „You like her, huh...” Pinkly just looked at me and I swear she was pleading to keep the girl. Could we? I smiled and moved my way to the kitchen.

Woody Allen once said „The difference between sex and love is that sex relieves tension and love causes it.” Which I completely agree to, that’s why I was who I was, I did what I did and I didn’t commit. Once I got attracted to a girl I brought home, those were two drunk hook-ups which resulted in four years of a relationship. Ended when I walked in on her having sex with my best friend. At first I remember having this naive thought ‘why are their pants off?’, before all went crashing down in my face. Punch the dude in the face and haven’t talked to him ever since.

Somehow I got the feeling that this blondie on my couch will cause some trouble in my paradise and I knew I had to kick her out before she’d made some irreversible damage. I took a glass from the cupboard and filled it with Laphroaig, sitting down by the kitchen island and throwing a peanut in my mouth. Three times tops and I won’t get her out of my head. I won’t deny it, now it was hard to stop thinking about that fine little ass, but right now it was just the animal roaring inside of me, after another three times of seeing her, something else will start to talk and we all knew what happened then. Synyster Gates came out to play, trying to silence Brian Haner and his conscience.

After what it felt like hours of me drinking in solitary confinement and doing some crossword puzzles, yes, I’ve found some of them in the old newspapers – the front door flew open. What the—

„WHERE IS SHE?!” Good morning to you too, Red. I rolled my eyes, getting off the stool.

„Dice, have you ever heard of knocking?” I walked over to the entrance, holding my half empty glass in my hand before I nearly choked seeing everyone outside my house, „Sanders? What are you guys doing here?”

"Dicey was adiment on--"

"I'll say it again because you seem to be deaf this morning. WHERE IS SHE?" Me deaf? Yea, sure, after this experience of her constant shouting in my face – probably. Just then I remembered about the sleeping MJ.

“Shh, Dice, she is sleeping on the couch,” I replied softly, seeing her visibly calm down, “She’s fine. She’s safe.”

„Thank god,” She relaxed, brushing her fingers through her red bangs as I stepped out on the porch, closing the door behind me, „I was so afraid something has happened to her...”

„Well, maybe something has,” I saw Matt wiggle his eyebrows, before Dice punched him real good. Nearly choked on my drink, holding in the laughter.

„Why the fuck did you do that for?” Shads frowned looking down on the spitfire. Her eyes looked real puffy and I couldn’t quite figure if it was because she hasn’t slept or was it because of the excessive drinking and probably something else.

„Hey, seeing how blondie is safe, we’ll ditch the party,” Johnny shouted from behind Dice and Shads.

„What? No? I wanna stay here! I’m not ready to go!” Jimmy fought back, but truth be told, it was past curfew for Jimbo and he was too drunk to stand still.

„Come on Jimmy, we can stop by that pancake house,” Johnny said as he dragged Jimmy away. Sometimes he acted almost too nice, making me feel bad for what we made him go through daily, but then I remembered he’s a dipshit and that’s that.

„So why is she here?” Dice asked, pulling out a crumpled pack of Marlboro’s from her back pocket. She was visibly drunk, but nothing too major. What kinda amount of liquor did it take to swipe this chick off her feet? Both me and Matt robbed her off her smokes, leaving her glaring at us, but not saying anything.

„Obviously he fucked her,” Matt explained receiving another punch, „why the fuck do you keep hitting me?”

„You’re not allowed to talk about MJ like that,” She hissed lighting up her smoke, before passing around that Zippo lighter, „So did you fuck her?”

I frowned as I took a drag, „no.” Matt’s brow arched.

„Then why the fuck is she here?” Dice continued, motioning towards my house with her cigarette. „Don’t tell me you’re going soft...”

I really started doubting if Dice was sane. Was she even filtering what the hell came out of her mouth? MJ was her friend, but yet she wanted for an asshole like me to fuck her over and leave her broken on the cold pavement of tomorrow? She knew the way I was, so why the hell would she want for me to have sex with MJ?

„You are going soft!” She exclaimed, her eyes growing wide.

„I’m not fucking going soft!” I protested, taking a long drag of the cigarette.

„Come on, man, you know she’s right...” Matt chuckled, pulling Dice into his side. My eyes narrowed on him. I’m going soft... The hell I am. A small side smirk found it’s way to my lips and Matt instantly knew what I was thinking. Not the first time he’s seen this expression on my face. I leaned back against the door of my house, my eyes scanning over Dice. Those leather pants really highlighted her little ass and it would be a good distraction from MJ for at least a couple of hours.

„What do you say the three of us have a bit of fun?” I grinned taking a mouthful of the burning whiskey. I wasn’t that sure what Matt was thinking, either he’s gonna kill me or go for it, but it definitely was worth a shot. The last time I’ve had a threesome was a too long ago and that time it was with me, Dice and a little girl friend she hooked us up with saying she wanted to try out something different, but she was still bored after it and ditched me. So... I figured, maybe, just maybe, she likes it a bit to the rough side. I sure as hell wasn’t gonna touch Matt, but I remembered what fun I had with this little spitfire.

Dice looked up to Matt, her eyes piercing in his. He sighed, a playful smirk on his face, „what the hell... Haven’t had one of those since high-school.”

Dice’s POV

A threesome? Fuck I was drunk out of my head and I had to make sure I’ve heard it right. My eyes slid to Matt’s crotch, thinking about it for a second. I know he was big and I knew Syn was of considerable length too, but MJ had her eyes on Gates... and on Zack. I shouldn’t be doing this... What? Why the hell am I even listening to myself, I’m drunk!

„You think you have a bit more of where that came from?” I smirked pointing to his glass. Syn nodded with a wide grin on that handsome face. His fingers kicked the remainders of his cigarette somewhere across the lawn and both me and Matt mimicked his actions, after he had opened the door and walked in. Had to remember to be quiet with the sleeping beauty downstairs.

„Go upstairs, I’ll make you the drink,” Syn whispered, pointing to the staircase.

„Fuck the drink, take the whole bottle,” Matt whispered back as we quietly managed our way past MJ and walked upstairs, Matt pinching my ass, a giggle escaping me. Yea, maybe not so quiet after all.

„Shhh!” Gates shushed me somewhere from behind Matt, making me explode only in more bigger laughter, before I felt Matt pick me up and carry towards Syn’s bedroom. He let me down as soon as we stopped by that king sized bed I’ve had my fair share of fun on.

Syn went around us, placing the bottle of Laphroaig on the nightstand, before he pulled his shirt over his head. That was one mouthwatering view... I had to shake my head, trying to get my head back in the game and remember I have to satisfy not one, but two customers. I really shouldn’t be doing this, but did I have the time to over think the whole process? With Matt unbuttoning my pants and Brian pulling the shirt over my head? Good thing I lost the duct tape x’s that covered my nipples earlier. Didn’t know how, didn’t question why, I just knew that had hurt like a bitch. The same way it was gonna hurt when Matt slams his cock inside me. Such a sweet pain...

I thought I was gonna loose it when Syn’s hands went to cup my breasts and his lips teased their way around my neck. So what if I was a bit of the whore type? I loved sex, hated commitment and wanted a good time. Avenged boys? Hell, they could provide that. That’s why I told MJ to have fun, they knew how to throw a fantastic party. I would know. Had attended most of them.

Oh my fucking god, my underwear was drenched also before Matt’s lips trailed their way up my thigh. By then I was standing only in my black laced thong, which if you must now, was ripped off me in the next twenty seconds and Matt’s hand disappeared between my legs, making me raise on my tiptoes and lean back against Brian’s muscular chest. I gasped, hardly keeping my eyes open to see Matt with that naughty smirk on his face. He slipped two fingers inside me as Syn played with my nipples. By then I was moaning like a pornstar.

I don’t know how it happened but it felt like a single moment and I was thrown on the bed with Gates slamming his length inside me. Starting the thrusting in a ballistic speed. Matt was watching with a dirty grin to his face as he freed himself from his shirt and raised the bottle of Laphroaig, taking a long mouthful. Or five. I was pretty sure I ripped Syn’s sheets right then as my nails dug deep in them.

„Fuck...” I cried, feeling Syn finish himself off on my stomach, not even caring about ruining his sheets when he threw me around and raised my ass up only for Matt to take over. I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting with the pain once he thrust himself inside me. For a moment he didn’t move, letting me adjust to it and I can tell you one thing, Syn was big, but Matt was fucking large. I felt his fingers digging in my hips as he started off the tormenting pace. Fucking hell... I boosted myself up and instantly was met up close with wonderful Synyster Gates and that wonderful, wonderful cock.

That was a super hot moan which escaped Syn’s mouth once I took his dick in mine. That thing right there? It blew my head off to mars. „Oh god...” He moaned, moving his hips forward so I could take him in deeper as Matt fucked me from behind. I was holding on real good if I might add, deep throating Syn, ‘cause I knew for fact that would never happen with Matt simply because I would die chocking on that horse cock. Syn’s fingers were tangled in my hair as he pushed my head down, making me take him in deeper until nothing but a gagging noise came from me, but then Matt quickened the thrusts and I was about done with this whole experience. He slammed in me so hard that I just wanted to kick him in the throat for making me loose my mind over this. My hand started pumping Syn off since I knew I was gonna bite his dick off if he was left in my mouth once I reached that wonderful top. And believe me, I could and would do that.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head when I felt that one last thrust that pushed me over the edge and I lost my head completely. In the very last second he pulled his dick out and came all over my back after a deep growl had escaped his insides. It didn’t take long for Syn to release his seed for the second fucking time. Over my wonderful fucking face. I had barely recovered from my orgasm just to feel his semen splash in my fucking eye. Turned out to be a fucking cum fest and then they both crashed on the bed on the each side of me.

High fucking fiving each other, making me roll my eyes as I cleaned Syn’s cum off my features. „That was—„

„—fucking amazing.” Matt ended Syn’s statement, them both panting, before Matt boosted himself up on his elbow and pulled my face down so he could kiss me hungrily. I could feel Syn’s hand sliding up and down my thigh the whole time I was having a make-out session with Matt. Moments later he fall back, a shit eating grin on his face.

„You know you just licked off Syn’s load, right?” I arched an eyebrow, watching Matt amused. He shrugged. Not really caring about it.

I stood up and stepped over Syn, jumping off the bed. He frowned, „Where are you going?”

„To wash you off me? God knows you don’t taste like cotton candy and you know I hate cum in my hair,” I explained, moving up to his walk in closet, both sets of eyes watching me. I returned minutes later holding a pair of black boxer shorts and one of those v-neck tees he loved so much. Why did Syn even have boxers if he never wore them? „and I’m robbing you off your clothes.”

„Sure,” He said, playing now with what it seemed like to be my ripped underwear.

My eyes landed on mister Shadows, „Come on big boy, I want some company,” I pulled Matt up from the bed with a groan leaving him, „Oh so you don’t want round two?”

„I didn’t say that, I’m just tired,” Nevertheless he stood up, being a good little pup and following me to Syn’s bathroom.

„Don’t break my shower!” I heard him shout with a chuckle after us. Well, we couldn’t promise that.

Brian’s POV

A fucking threesome... I grinned, shaking my head as I picked out some plain black sweats from my wardrobe. I should get some sleep, but we all know that’s not happening with all the moans and grunts coming from the bathroom. Fucking Dice...

I looked over my bed to see it a complete fucking mess, just like every part of this room. Scattered with every possible clothing piece. I knew my bed was soaked in semen and I didn’t want to deal with it. Not now at least. I’ll let the maid who comes in somewhere around ten (at least so I believed) to get this shit cleaned up and just take the Laphroaig and go downstairs. Make myself a sandwitch or something.

Dice had laid her voodoo on me and I indeed had been too distracted to even remember the sleeping MJ downstairs. Well... this is awkward. I smelled of sex, was shirtless and not in my best mind.

Let’s see if that’s the combination to win the bet with.

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