Brian’s POV

Fuck... What the hell did I drink last night? It felt like someone had killed a skunk and forced it down my throat and the head... the pain... the best way to describe it would be as someone drilling my none existent brain repeatedly. Non existent – for obvious reasons, of course. The last thing I remembered was actually ordering my first drink, the rest is a blur.

The pain was so bad I got the feeling I was gonna throw up my whole existence on these cool sheets. Wait... Was I home? And was someone sleeping on my chest? Hell, please don’t be Michelle, please, please don’t be Michelle. With a very great will power I opened my eyes and cursed one the view of the blond head. You have to be fucking kidding me! That was before I noticed the tattooed arms. I relaxed visibly.

So it was obvious MJ took me home... But knowing the way I was when drunk, how on earth did she get me up the stairs? Did she secretly had some superpowers? Some super-strength or something?

She let a silent moan through her barely parted lips as she shifted on my chest. Hell... what was the time? I had to be in studio sometime today. I forced myself to look at the blinking red numbers of the electronic clock and noticed a glass of water and some pills sitting peacefully on the night stand. Jesus H. Macy, she was a fucking goddess! I did my best to shift a bit up without waking her as I took the pill and washed it away with a large dose of that delicious H2O. The best fucking feeling... Those people who didn’t drink, they were really missing out on how fucking tasty water was the next day after a massive liquor intake. Yet I didn’t get one thing – why did MJ pour me so much? It was unlikely I had been somewhere else, right? Please tell me I’m right and I didn’t go to that minor club around the corner... I swear every kid who looked old enough to get a fake ID, got a fucking fake ID and partied hard spending their folks green, green dollars on some sapless booze at that place, since everyone know the fake ID’s doesn’t cut it with Frank guarding the door and either Dice, Rachel or Max protecting the booze.

My phone buzzed somewhere in this goddamned room. Where the hell was it? And where were my clothes? Just then I realized I’m only in my boxer-briefs and the Bri downstairs is up and ready. I swear he rises at the most awkward times, I mean, why the fuck would you be up if I’m not even up yet? I’m gonna vomit out my intestines, there’s absolutely no blood in my body, only booze, so where the fuck you get all the blood to get so fucking worked up with whatever the fuck? But then again, looking at that delicious little ass on my sheets, I’m not surprised he’s up and ready.

While sleeping, MJ had kicked off the comforter, the top was up high showing off most of her spine and the sexy underwear I wanted to take off her hips using only my teeth. And no, such activities didn’t make me feel sick, on the contrary, that was the best medicine for a hangover.

The annoying buzzing of receiving a couple texts was soon replaced with the annoying iPhone ringtone which was the default I think. Annoyed the crap out of me, but I was just too lazy to do something about it.

„Turn it off...” MJ brought a chuckle out of me as she buried her face in my chest. „...Dice... turn it the fu—„

„Sorry, I’m not Dice,” I grinned seeing her shoot up, boosting herself on her arms as she eyed me with a confused stare, before she relaxed and rolled over on the pillow next to me.

„Y-you nearly g-gave me a heart-attack...” She stammered out, taking deep breaths in order to calm herself. My stare slid over those sexy legs, remembering how wonderful they felt wrapped around my waist. Mmm...

„Well... next time you should probably remember in whose bed you fall asleep,” I teased, putting an arm behind my head as I watched her chest rise and fall in a more steady pace now. The phone stopped ringing. Not that I cared about it in the first place.

„I’m sorry,” She finally replied, moving her blues to look at me. I probably looked like one of those zombies you see in the Walking Dead, but she however, even when just woken up, she looked gorgeous and like I was about to fuck her.

„Why should you be sorry? I’m the one who’s just laying here with a stunningly beautiful girl by my side, I’m the one who’s sorry...” I said as my hand trailed up her bare thigh, making my dick twinge expectantly under the sheets. Before I knew it MJ was on me and practically dry humping me. Fuck, that was a little too quick for the morning, don’t you think?

„How bad is the... uhmm... hangover?” She asked with a slight blush on her cheeks. Did that blush honestly go together with what her groin was doing to my dick? That fucking tease. „Are you feeling okay?”

Really? She’s asking me that question even with the little Bri poking her hello? A sly grin engulfed on my face as I tossed her around, getting myself on top of her, throwing the sheets away, only the fabric of our underwear keeping us away from a rough 9 am fuck. I took her both wrists with my one hand and pinned to the headboard, while my other hand found it’s way to that warm and already wet core. Her moan drove me mad right then and there as my fingers drew invisible circles on her clit. Her lips parted in the most seductive way as she raised her hips towards my hand. „I’m leaning a bit to the rough side this morning, if that’s fine by you...”

„Is it gonna hurt?” Despite the question I couldn’t miss the dark desire in her eyes. Was it gonna hurt... I didn’t think so, not with all the wetness of her downstairs. I knew this was wrong, but yet it felt so fucking right. I shouldn’t be leading her on, but really was I? It seemed like there was nothing I could do, whenever I tried to keep her beautiful face of haunting me, my mind always went back to her. I let go of her wrists and pulled my hand out of her panties, taking one of her hands and guiding over to my own crotch while I boosted on the bed with the other.

„Look what you’re doing to me...” I whispered against the soft skin of her neck as a low grunt fell over my lips when her small hand took a grip of my dick.

„I want you to... to... fuck me... hard...” Once I pushed against the mattress I saw her biting her lip. That thing right there triggered something bestial in me. I wasn’t gonna apologize for her ruined underwear which I just tore off, and I damn sure wasn’t gonna apologize for slamming my full length inside her. It was unbelievable how the tightness of her could drive me mad each time I slipped inside her. For a moment I feared I was gonna puke all over her, but that soon faded when I found the right rhythm. I was holding on the head board while her nails left some probably very impressive artwork on my back. Now I won’t take my shirt off for quite a while. My breath became more ragged with each thrust, with each shove I made. I couldn’t believe how after the wide spectrum of sex I’d had in my life, I’d have the most pleasure getting back to the basics and just feeding the animal inside.

Her moans were like music to my ears, the way she arched her back and tossed her head to the side, biting on the pillow case once that one thrust shook her world, was enough for me to errupt in a loud roar, having my release in her. I collapsed over her, sweat dripping down my forehead and straight into the crimson pillow case.

A firm knock on the door isle made me regain from the mind blowing pleasure and turn my head to see my house keeper crossing her arms over her chest while she tsked her way into my morning. „Mister Haner, it’s 10 in the morning, it’s my cleaning time.” She said with a strong spanish accent.

I sighed, before throwing the sheets around our naked bodies, feeling MJ’s hot cheeks against my chest as she tried to hide herself from the rude Latino, who gave me more hell than any other chick in my life. And I didn’t even know her name. „Can you, please, give me ten minutes? Is that possible?”

I could feel her glare in my naked back, „Fine.” She spat and left. That woman should really get fucking laid. What the hell was her problem? Well other than have to clean up after my sex fests every other day.

„I should probably get going,” MJ spoke silently as I got off her, pulling my underwear back up. My grinning browns lowered over her bare ass.

„And I should probably apologize for you underwear,” I chuckled seeing her pick up the torn lace.

„I’ll run out of it if you keep doing this,” She shook her head, before looking at me with a playful smile.

„Don’t worry, I’ll make up for it,” I smirked, having a couple more dirty things I’d do to her in mind as I went over to my wardrobe to grab a pair of clean boxers. „Hey do you mind waiting a minute or two for me? I’ll have a quick shower and then I can drive you home,”

„Yea, sure...” She slid her shorts up those slender legs and I pushed a sloppy kiss on her cheek before vanishing in the bathroom.

This girl... I shook my head, grinning like a complete idiot as I stepped under the cool water. Could you get even more amazing? Maybe I should just give in and stop screwing around? God knows groupies is a god’s gift for us, entertainers, something out of this world awesome, but MJ... She was rad. The perfect combination of cute and sexy. Maybe it’s time to calm my libido and satisfy it only around her? Maybe I was ready for a relationship... Yea, this is me talking after I had gotten some and was after a very strong drinking. I shouldn’t listen to myself when I was like this, but really would my thoughts change if I wouldn’t be out of my mind?

I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my hips and walked back in to the bedroom only to see MJ crack jokes with the grumpy house keeper? Right then a question arose, was I the only one that forty-something Latino chick hated, or that was just some crazy thought that just flew inside my head just like the relationship thing just moments ago? But then again, I was a dick.

I sighed and walked into my closet, throwing whatever clothing piece was in arms reach on myself and walked out. MJ was still talking to the keeper. What the hell was I paying her for? Slacking the fuck around?

„MJ, you know where’s my phone?” I questioned, searching every pocket of my yesterday’s jeans, but not finding anything.

„Try the jacket,” She replied, returning to her small chit-chat.

My jacket? Where the fuck was it? Oh here it is. And there’s the phone. Along with dozens of missed calls and some texts. I decided to read them later, since I got extremely annoyed with paying the house keeper for doing absolutely fucking nothing. With a roll of my eyes, I wrapped my arm around MJ’s shoulder, guiding her away from the short and chubby woman.

„She’s really nice,” She said with a smile as we walked down the stairs, „Did you know she has three kids?”

„What?” I don’t even know her fucking name, why the hell should I know that she has three fucking kids?

„Yea, Robbie, Kate and Addie... Oh and Addie has her own clothing company!”

„And you found that out in the short time I was in the shower?” I cocked an eyebrow, stepping out in the warm morning sun.

„Sure... Oh and she likes to read Oscar Wilde.” What the fuck was she talking about? Okay, talking about kids maybe even if I tried very hard, i’d get, but why the hell should she tell MJ what the hell’s she reading? „Oh, here’s your keys,” She slipped the keys to my BMW out from the pocket of her shorts.

„Nah, you’ll drive.” I said walking around the car and opening the passenger side door. As soon as I flunked my behind in the leather seat, I opened a text from Zack.

Can you pick me up? I think I’m too drunk to drive. –Vengeance.

So I hadn’t been the only one to get totally shifaced last night. Imagine my surprise. And the snickering. Don’t forget the snickering.

Where r u? Home? –Gates.

I pressed the ‘send’ key at the exact same moment when MJ got in the car and reached for the seat belt. My phone blinked with an incoming text.

That would’ve been great... I’m not far from Johnny’s Saloon. Pick me up there? –Vengeance.

K. B there in 10. grab me a coffee. –Gates.

„We have to pick up Vengeance,” I notified, sliding the phone in my pocket.

„Uhmm...” She looked on the right, before switching lanes. „I’m not sure I remember where he lives...”

Well that’s why I’m here. That’s if he’d be home, but somehow I had a very strong feeling of him getting very much laid last night. That dirty dog. „He’s not home. Just go to Johnny’s.”

As I was about to make myself more comfy in the seat, MJ slammed the brakes. I had to remind that we were in still on the car filled Main street. My hand shot in front of me to grab a hold of the dashboard to keep me from flying through the windshield. „MJ, should I remind that you’re driving a ninety grand car?”

„We ... uhmm... can’t go to Johnny’s...” She stammered making a quick ‘u’ maneuver, nearly making me shit my pants, seeing how close was that pick-up truck to my side. I passed my driver’s test a good ten years ago, so maybe they had included some innovations in the whole thing, but I’m pretty sure the stunt she pulled was very fucking illegal. And the other driver’s thought the same fucking thing.

„Hey-hey-hey! Watch it!” I grabbed the handle of the door, my eyes growing wide as she maneuvered through the cars. „MJ! MJ! Fuck... Can you just PULL THE FUCK OVER?!” Before I’d went into a full cardial shock?!

Without a single word she parked in front of some kinda clothing store. My heart was pounding in my chest in a frantic beat as I turned to look over her with a wide eyed stare.

„What the fuck was that?!” I screamed, running my fingers through my hair. She just kept staring at her intertwined fingers down in her lap. „I swear if you’ve taken up some stupid driving lessons with Dice—„

„I just don’t want to go to Johnny’s...” she mused.

„Why the fuck not?” What on earth was so bad at the stupid bar that she was ready to kill us, than go to the bar?

„You know why...”

I know why? If it was something that happened last night than I can assure I didn’t know why. „No, I don’t know.”

She shot me a confused stare, murmuring a simple, „oh right...”

„Well? You care to explain?”

„There’s the goddamn car!” She yelled. What the hell was she— oh. Zack brought her car to the bar last night. But that still was a legitimate enough reason for killing us both. Why was she so worked up about this? It’s just a stupid car. „Dice will kill me if I show up with a brand new car, knowing I hadn’t paid the rent for the last month...”

You mean to tell me Dice was the one to pay for the monstrous house they’re living in? „I’m sure it won’t be that bad,”

„Oh it will,” She emphasized with a roll of her eyes, „It specially if she finds out it’s from you.”

„Then tell her it’s from Zack...” Even tho I didn’t particularly prefer that option. I wanted for everyone to know that I was the one to take care for MJ, I was the one for her.

„Like that would change anything...”

„Look, you don’t have to take shit from Dice, you hear me?” My hand rested on her thigh as I spoke, „You don’t own her an explanation or anything... she doesn’t own you.”

She took a deep breath, „Yea, you’re probably right,” She smiled, „No more shit from Dice.”

I shook my head, knowing the bond between them wouldn’t be cut this fast. However admitting to it, probably was the first thing to becoming independent.

However me and MJ switched and I quickly drove out on the street, since she was too shaken to get back to driving once she realized what kinda insane stunt she had pulled just minutes earlier.

Once we pulled to the parking lot of Johnny’s, she had a pleading look on her face as Zacky found it’s way to the car. I leaned forward and pecked her on the lips, „You’re gonna be fine.” I assured her.

„Yeah,” she sighed, „I see you later?”

„I have a lot of work to get done, but I’ll call you, okay?” She nodded, before slipping out of the car and Zack getting in right after they had pulled each other in a passing hug.

„Jimmy called me,” Zack said shoving a large cupboard cup of Starbuck’s in my hand. „he has something ‘groundbreaking’ in his mind,” He made an air quote with his fingers and rolled his eyes.

„I bet,” I snickered, resting my hand on the stick shift as I pulled out of the parking lot.

„And you? Have you come up with anything?”

„Other than the casino riff for the stripclub anthem? No.” He sighed, „You?”

„I was thinking,” Actually wasn’t and it kinda just hit me, „that we should slow the song down to a one forty, you know, kinda where your heartbeat is? Make it heavier,” I took a sip of what happened to be a double espresso.

For the rest of the ride we just kept talking about how we had absolutely fucking nada on our plates to bring for the recording. Except the shit I just came up with. I was surprised he didn’t mention MJ not even once, seemed even genuinely happy although he reeked like a liquor factory gone bad and probably felt like one.

Once we pulled up to the studio, I shifted in park and pulled out my keys from the ignition, looking over to Zack who seemed to be very deep in his train of thoughts. „For your own sake I hope you’re coming up with a song and not fucking some chick in your mind,”

He smirked, „That’s your agenda, Gates.”

„Oh Zack, I don’t need to think about it, I just do it,” I snickered and got out of the car.

As soon as we walked inside the studio, I cursed twice on the view of how excited Jimmy seemed to be. Holly hell, I mean, it’s just 11 am, hold your horses, will you?

„Good morning, sweetheart, how are you feeling?” Matt teased as soon as he noticed me. I didn’t have to think twice before flipping him.

„Good morning?” I ran my fingers through my hair as a wide smirk mirrored on my face, remembering about my morning with MJ. Hell, to think about it, it did seem like a good morning. I took a mouthful of my coffee.

„Well,” He started, „Jimmy and I have leads on two new songs.”

I turned my head back and shared a look with Zack, realizing we’re the black sheep of this unholy family. „If they’re about banging again, I’ll send you to the anonymous sex-o-holics, Shads.”

„Oh go fuck yourself,” He laughed,

„So what are they about?” Zack asked, pulling a chair across the room to take a seat.

„Well—„

„Respect your elders, Matthew, I’m going first, thank you very much,” Jimmy started, standing up and clearing his throat. Matt just shook his head as Jimmy went up to the mixing board and replay what they or he, I didn’t know, had recorded. It was a simple piano track with some drums. Reminded me of some Pinkly Smooth songs me and Jimmy created. „Well, what do you think?”

„I think it’s something,” Zack nodded thoughtfully,

„it’s not something, it’s everything!” Jimmy exclaimed excitedly.

„I’m thinking about some strings... And going completely crazy with the song, you have some lyrics done?” I asked.

„Of course!” Jimmy squealed, jumping to his feet and pushing the sheet of paper in my hand. A small grin crept on my face, before I burst out laughing.

„What the hell are you laughing, Gates? Let me see...” Zacky snatched the lyrics out of my hand, soon after chuckling himself. Must’ve stabbed her fifty fucking times... Man, that was the best phrase right there.

„You know, I get this Nightmare Before Christmas vibe about the song, but what about the other song? Whacha got there, Matt?” I asked.

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