Game On

“You’re late,” I said curtly, putting the last guitar in the case as Brian came up the back stairs on the back of the stage. “You better have a good excuse.”

I rolled my eyes and ran my hands through my long dark locks before pulling on my leather jacket. I had been waiting for Brian for over fifteen minutes and he was lucky I didn’t ruin my black leather shorts helping the roadies put away the rest of their shit. It was my fucking night off for crying out loud!

“If I told you Jimmy stole my hair gel, would you believe me?” he asked, eyeing me with a smirk on those perfect lips.

Oh, Gates was lucky he was fucking handsome because I wouldn’t put up with any other guy showing up late time after time. I mean, how long did he really need to spend on his hair? All he had to do was put some fucking gel in dark locks and comb his fingers through it. Why he needed to spend over an hour making sure each spike was perfect was beyond me. I was just going to ruin it later…

“Oh, I would believe you… but it’s not an excuse.” I stabbed my finger in the middle of his chest before planting a teasing kiss on the edge of his lip. If he was going to show up late, I was going to make him work extra hard for everything tonight. I wasn’t some pushover and Gates should really know that by now. We’d been dating for the past few months for crying out loud!

“See you later, guys,” I said, waving at my brothers Matt and Jason, and their friend Dan ‘The Body”.

“Be home by one,” Matt Berry called after us as I pushed past Brian down the steps and pulled out a cigarette. I really didn’t want to hear my brother’s lecture, yet a-fucking-gain. “You better bring out little sister home in one piece or I’ll kick your fucking ass. Got it Haner?” I mouthed along with him before blowing out a cloud of smoke. He needed to get a grip because I wasn’t a baby anymore, not to mention I could kick Brian’s ass into next week if he stepped out of line.

“Yes sir,” Brian chuckled, catching up with me in a few short strides. “So I saw your little note in my book,” he said whispered in my ear, lacing our fingers together.

I snorted and climbed into the cab, recalling the beautiful work of art I had drawn in his song notebook. “You mean the nice pair of tits and penis I drew you? You’re welcome.” I chuckled, giving him a big smile. Okay, so I was a piece of work. So what?

“Oh, no I’m talking about the little note that accompanied those little masterpieces,” he smirked. “Something about wanting you wanting me to bone you with the cobra that I’m hiding in my ‘tight little jeans’,” he quoted verbatim and I threw my head back with a laugh. “You really a way with words.”

“I thought you’d like that,” I mused, crossing my legs as Brain pulled me into his side. He swallowed thickly as his eyes traveled down my legs and I couldn’t help but smirk. What was the matter? Was my outfit teasing him a little bit? “Though I’m surprised it took you this long to find it.”

I slowly arched my back, pretending to get it to crack. In reality I wanted to get a rise out of him. You know, make him sweat a little bit for making me wait for so long. After a moment of squirming around, my bright blue eyes met his with a small smirk on my lips. “What’s the matter? Is something wrong?”

Brian swallowed thickly and pursed his lips at me. “You are going to get it, Miss Berry. Mark my words,” he rasped as my hands wandered along the inseam of his jeans. If he wanted to play games, he was going to lose. Daniella Jane Berry didn’t fucking lose to anyone.

“I accept your challenge, Haner. You’ll crack first.”

“We’ll see, DJ,” Brian chuckled. “But you my dear, don’t have as much experience… I wouldn’t want to embarrass you.”

“Put your money where your mouth is, Haner. You’re going down.”

Oh, if Brian wanted to play games, then boy was I going to play. He thought he could get me all hot and bothered so that I would crack? Well he had another thing coming. I knew exactly how to push his buttons and make him squirm. Don’t get me wrong, my core was burning for him, but the one thing I hated more than two-faced bitches was losing. I could probably blame that little trait on growing up with two brothers, but that was story for another time.

We were now sitting in some fancy-ass restaurant with candles on the table. It was a nice place but I was more of a dive bar and burger joint kinda gal. But if Brian wanted to spend his money on me, who was I to tell him no? Besides, this wine was damn good and I hadn’t had a decent steak in months. I was salivating at the thought of finally having something to eat that wasn’t fast food, hotel breakfast, ramen, or something from a can. God I couldn’t wait!

As we sat at the table, my fingers walked their way up Brian’s inner thigh. He was trying very hard to tell me a story about the last time he and the guys went out to eat, but my fingers were obviously distracting him. He kept pausing and swallowing thickly as he searched for the right words.

You see, I was being a teasing bitch by rubbing my hand over the saluting soldier in his pants every time he seemed to regain himself. Oh, if I kept this up, he’d drag me into the bathroom and have his way with me. Did I want that? Of course I did! Are you nuts? Have you seen that cobra he’s got hiding between his legs? Plus, it would mean that I won the war and I always won.

“Yeah…you think we could-could…go out without being seen?” Brian said, his voice cracking on the last word as I squeezed his balls through his jeans. I ran my tongue over my lips as he watched me through those narrow browns, a seductive smirk on his face. Come on, Haner, crack! I can tell you’re on the edge.

“You really thought that you could all go out together and not be recognized in the city you were playing? Man, you guys are dumb. That’s like rock star 101 isn’t?” I teased, leaning back in the plush chair with one arm on the back. Brain’s eyes immediately shot to my chest, gaping at me.

What? Oops did I forget to wear a bra today? Oh, well. Bras weren’t comfortable and how much were they really going to support my B cups? I was too thin to have anything bigger than that, though Brian didn’t seem to mind.

“Are you fucking kidding me, DJ?” Brian hissed, leaning towards me.

“What?” I shrugged at him, playing innocent, though I knew exactly what he was talking about. I traced my fingers over the rim of my wine glass, causing it to sing lightly. “You don’t like my music?”

Brian leaned back and pinched the bridge of his nose while I took a sip of my wine, giving his member a break from my teasing. Oh, but don’t think its over. The night was young. There was no doubt in my mind that Brian was going to break first, and boy was I going to make him work for it. Man, desperate heated sex was the best.

“You’re not wearing a fucking bra!” Brain whispered, looking around to make sure no one was looking at me as I arched my back to make my hard nipples more pronounced. “Put your jacket back on.”

“Why? I don’t see a problem. I’m comfortable,” I threw him a smirk, moving to grab one of those delicious rolls they brought to the table with the olive oil. Yum!

“I can see your nipples clearly through your shirt!”

I shrugged my shoulders again, taking a bite. “Lucky you then, huh?”

Brian let out a small groan, knowing that he was going to win this war. “Fuck, DJ. What if the press shows up or fans? Are you really going to wave hello to them with your tits?”

“I don’t see what the big deal is. No one knows who I am. Besides, your fans will just think that you are one lucky son of a bitch. I could even take my top off and it would be like a Synyster Gates prono!” I joked. “And if the paparazzi gets ahold of it, they should sell that shit on eBay to the highest bidder. Hey, that’s actually not a bad idea!” I turned to my purse that was sitting between Brian and I but he was faster.

“You’re not fucking serous are you?” Maybe I was. Hell, if they were going to sell a picture of me with Brian, I might as well be the one to reap the benefits, right? It would be a win-win for everyone! Okay, maybe this was the wine talking right now, but I bet I would still think this was a good idea in the morning.

“So what if I am? What’s it to you, Haner?” I smirked at him, my fingers walking down his leg again.

I watched as he took in a deep breath, trying to ease his frustration so he didn’t explode at me. He let out a long sigh before he spoke. “Because I don’t want my girlfriends fucking nipples plastered all over the internet!”

A satisfied smile pulled over my lips as I looked back at Brian. It was the first time that he had actually referred to me as his girlfriend, shattering his playboy image at the seams. I raised my brow at him as he gaped at me, realizing what he had just said. Got you, Haner, there is no getting out of this now.

“So I’m you’re girlfriend, huh?” I mused, shaking my head at him with a very amused smile. Was I seeing anyone else? No. Did I want to be Gates’ girlfriend? Yeah, I guess I was ready for the real deal now that we spent most of everyday together. Plus, I loved the bastard no matter how much he tended to piss me off with his arrogant ways.

Brian scoffed and shook his head, a smile falling over his lips. “Yeah, Dani, I guess you are,” he admitted. “So you better put that fucking jacket on before I jump you right here in the middle of the restaurant. You don’t want to have to explain that headline to your brothers, do you?” Oh, so now he was going be smug about it. Well, two could play at that game.

“Hmm…I think it’ll bet too warm with it on, so I’ll just remain comfortable,” I smirked back at him just as the waiter came with our food. Damn, that steak looked and smelled absolutely amazing. However, I wasn’t prepared for Brian to pull my plate away just as I was about to cut into it. “What the fuck, Haner?”

“You can eat once you’ve put the jacket on,” he said simply, his mouth full of that delicious looking steak. I shrugged and reached over and started to eat his instead. “Damn it, DJ, stop being stubborn and just put the jacket on!” he growled, pulling his plate away too. I crossed my arms with a pout on my face.

“So you cant eat now either?” I was amused and he was aroused. Oh, don’t forget that my hand had been teasing Haner the third under the table this whole time. I could feel that little beast throbbing in his pants, just waiting to be unleashed. The combination of his anger, sexual frustration, and irritation would get me exactly what I wanted. “Too bad, because cold steak isn’t as good as hot steak.”

“Just. Put. On. The. Jacket.” Brian hissed through gritted teeth, biting his knuckle as I played with the zipper of his pants. Oh, yeah, I was going there. His hand moved over to my thigh but I simply slid out of reach. Fuck no he wasn’t going to beat me at my own game. Plus, he knew better than to play my game. I would make a spectacle out of us by moaning as loud as I could and he didn’t want that kind of attention.

“Damn it, DJ!” Oops, did the zipper come down so I could touch the tip through his boxers? Good thing we were at a table in the back of the restaurant.

Brian moved my hand back to my lap, zipping his zipper back up. Oh, what a party pooper. “Can I talk to you, in private?”

“We are in private,” I smirked, knowing he was beyond pissed from my teasing and defiance. He grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the chair towards the bathrooms.

“Aw…but what about my steak?” I whined, though I didn’t really care. I would eat it cold or hot. I knew I had won. “It can wait,” he growled, his tone low and husky.

As soon as we turned the corner where no one could see us, he pushed me firmly against the wall, his lips on mine. The electric spark erupted through my body the moment our lips touched was enough to push me over the edge. Our lips moved feverishly against each other, not able to get enough as our tongues fought for dominance. God he tasted good, like a mix of nicotine, mint, and wine. I was quickly becoming addicted to him.

Brian’s hand moved up and pulled my hair, making me gasp against his lips. He lifted me into the air by the ass, his free hands squeezing my cheeks firmly. I could feel his member poking into my warm core through our jeans. Damn, whoever said that clothing was necessary obviously didn’t have a sex drive or life like this. Clothes were just a distraction and a means to slow us down.

“Into the bathroom…” I gasped in his ear as he licked, sucked, and kissed up and down my neck. Oh, god this felt like heaven and I wanted all of him. I hoped he didn’t have plans tonight because this was only the warm up. “We don’t want to be seen by—”

“Oh, I’m sorry! I-I didn’t mean to disturb you…”

Brian dropped me back on my feet as soon as we heard the voice, cursing under his breath. Yeah, I felt the same way buddy. He wasn’t the only one who was sexually frustrated. I fixed my shirt and gave the girl a fake smile.

“No problem, sweetheart, we just…well, you saw,” I shrugged, my core screaming. She looked at me before her jaw dropped and then she squealed.

“Oh-Oh my God!” She practically screamed, her eyes going wide and bouncing on the balls of her feet. “You’re-you’re Synyster Gates!”

Fuck, that asshole turned around didn’t he? Why didn’t he run the other way? I swear he was an idiot when his was horny… or just in general. I turned around to see his fake fan smile. Oh, don’t forget the raging boner that was very hard to miss in his jeans.

The girl blushed madly, looking him from head to toe and then back to me in my disheveled state. “I can’t believe you’re actually here! I can’t wait to tell my best friend. She’s right over here, she’d love to meet you!” Oh, god she was simply gushing with excitement and I all I wanted was for her to disappear.

“No, please don’t,” Brian sighed. “Look I’ll sign whatever you want and take a photo and get you free tickets, just you cant say anything about—”

“About what you saw, got it sweetheart? We’ll even throw in backstage passes. I’m sure you and you’re little friend would love to meet the band, right?” Oh this was priceless. She looked like she was going to faint. Brian and I just didn’t want this in the press yet. We had enough on our plates with tour and didn’t need the press too.

“Oh and M. Shadows and Zacky! Please!”

“Sure, just we have to get going, what’s your name?” Brian whipped out his phone and took down the girl’s information.

“What the fuck just happened?” Brian hissed as we climbed into the cab with to-go boxes with our uneaten dinners.

“You paid off a fan so that she wouldn’t tell anyone she saw us about to fuck like rabbits in the hallway of a five star restaurant,” I laughed, thinking it was funny now. “Speaking of which…” I turned to look at him with lust-filled eyes. “Where were we?”

The next thing I knew, we had arrived at the hotel and were one our way to a room on the third floor. The walk down the hallway to our hotel room was agonizingly painful and long, mainly because my core was burning from simply looking at Brain.

You see, that bastard was content on keeping as much distance between us as possible, meaning he was walking on the other side of the hallway. His face was adorned with that arrogant smirk he so proudly displayed when he thought he was winning. That asshole thought he was cute trying to torment me but I had news for him—that would be the last BJ he’d ever receive in a cab if this were how he was going to thank me.

“I’m going to kill you,” I mouthed at him behind another patron’s back. Brian simply laughed and rolled his eyes. I swear this hallway is at least a mile long. Weren’t we there yet? “I think you’ve earned yourself a punch in the dick, Gates,” I said when we finally reached the door.

He smirked and shook his head as he opened the door, letting me in first. “How about you let me do the thinking tonight?”

“What thinking?” I snickered, turning around to face him with my hands on my hips as he shut the door behind him. “That bulge in your jeans tells me that’s the only head that will be thinking… or at least that’s what you’re hoping right?”

“Something like that.” Brian pushed off the door and sauntered towards me, his eyes dark and full of lust. Would you look at that? He was interested! Well tickle me surprised. “Now…” His calloused fingers slow ran down my bare tattooed skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake. “I want you see you naked.”

“Are you on crack?” I raised a questioning brow at him as his eye burned into mine. He looked so serous that I couldn’t help but throw my head back and laugh, blatantly ignoring his ever-growing proximity. “In what word would you have earned that? I’ve done all the work here so far.”

“Just shut up, Daniella,” He put his finger to my lips to quiet me as I tried to speak again, a smile coming over my face in the process. How could I be pissed at him one minute and love him so much the next? It didn’t make sense to me and as much as I hated to admit it, he made me happy—like really fucking happy. “God your beautiful…” Brian mused, moving his hand up to cup my face. “Come here.”

Brian grabbed the back of my head, and pulled my face to his, kissing me hard. I felt like I was spinning as the rest of my resolve vanished. Fuck, how could he turn me into putty in a matter of seconds? I melted into his muscular arms and I couldn’t wait to have his cock moving deep inside me. Hell, just the thought of sex made me tighten up and want to jump him right her in the middle of floor. Who needed a bed, right?

His kisses became more demanding as he pulled my hair, holding me firmly against his body. I took my hand and began to massage the bulge hiding in his jeans. Brian moaned against my lips as I began stroking his length through the fabric, his tongue plunging deep and filling my mouth. I could only recall how that very talented tongue felt in my sex, making me wetter with each passing second. He was good; I would give him that.

“I want you so fucking bad. I just may explode,” he growled into my neck as I squeezed his cock through his jeans. I slowly moved my hands down to unbutton and release that monster for the second time today. You’d think after cumming in the cab that he would need time to recuperate, but no. Here was Brian Haner III ready to play again, not that I was complaining.

Suddenly I was on my back on the plush mattress with Brain panting as he worked on taking off my black leather shorts. Once I was free, his hand moved to the front of my thong, rubbing my clit through the lace. I arched my back into his hands, letting a light moan escape my lips. His fingers were amazing. “Mmm… Brian…”

“How bad do you want it?” His dark, lust-clouded eyes looked down at me with a smirk on his lips. “I need to fucking be inside you… do you want me fuck you?”

What was this, twenty questions? “Yes, fucking yes,” I moaned, his sneaky fingers diving inside of me. “Oh god, yes.” I whimpered in pleasure as he worked on me, curving his fingers to reach that delicate spot.

“You’re so fucking wet…” he rasped, my hand stroking his cock in return. I could feel the pre-cum dripping around my fingers, making my mouth water as I recalled the taste. Brian Haner Jr. fucking turned me on to no ends and I wanted him—badly.

However, to my surprise he stopped and pulled away, sitting on the bed next to me. “What the actual fuck?” I whined, sitting up and glaring at him. “You can’t get me all fucking worked up like this and then decide to stop! What are you, sick?”

Brian chuckled and leaned back on his elbows, watching me with a smirk. “I want you to undress for me.”

“You mean like a fucking stripper?” I gapped at him. Had he completely lost his mind tonight? Who the hell was this guy? Usually the quicker he could get inside of me the better. Why the sudden change?

“Well, if that’s what you want to do, I wouldn’t be opposed.”

“You’re a sick fuck, you know that, right?” I questioned, our eyes locking again.

Brian laughed again, siting up and pulling me in front of him. “I’ve been called much worse.” And there was that fucking smile that made me melt. “Come on, don’t make me beg. Turn around.”

“So now all of a sudden you’re an ass man?” I smirked as he spun me around. Well good for him that I had some curves. There was a reason I usually dressed me in booty shorts and tights.

I looked over my shoulder as I pulled my shirt over my head, watching Brian bite his knuckle as he looked at my body. For the first time in my life, I felt slightly self-conscious with him watching me. Somewhere deep down inside I wanted to impress him and for him to like what he saw. Had I eaten too many Big Macs? God help me for being so stupid about all this. He was just another guy. Okay, so I fucking loved him, but what did that matter?

I let my black lace thong fall to the floor with my violet top, hearing a moan from behind me. I was glad that I was facing the opposite direction because the last thing I wanted was for him to see me blush.

“You’ve got one hell of an ass.” I felt his hands grip each cheek before he bit into the right one. A squeak escaped my lips with his touch and I tried to pull away but he moved to hold my hips firmly. “Easy…” he chuckled, one hand now running through my dripping wet folds. I shuddered under his touch. “Spread you legs a little bit more.

I did as I was told and his thumb plunged deep inside of me, his magic fingers playing my clit. I moaned and leaned forward and held my knees. “Oh, fuck…” I rasped, my breath becoming more and more labored as he pushed me towards the edge. Though I almost lost it when he turned me around and pulled me overtop of him on the bed, my legs straddling his head as his tongue did magical things to me.

“Oh, my God!” I practically screamed, his fingers and tongue working together as my hips rocked. His hands moved up to grab my hips as I clutched the headboard for dear life. Brian’s tongue dove deep inside of me as his nose tickled my clit. That is before he moved to suck my clit, driving me crazy. “Fuck yeah…” I whimpered. He reached up and began massaging my breast with his fingers, sending me closer and closer to the edge.

Seconds later, I felt my core tighten in one of the best orgasms of my life. I screamed his name and threw my head back as the sweet darkness of pleasure took me captive. The next thing I knew, I was on my back and Brian was hovering about me, whipping his face. “Now, you’re mine,” he growled, a wicked smirk on his face.

He plunged his full length inside of me with out warning, causing me to gasp in pleasure. I stared up at Brian as he took charge, mercilessly pounding into me. At one point he leaned down and kissed me so deeply that I seriously thought I blacked out for a few seconds. I could feel all his passion and love for me and the feeling of ecstasy traveled all the way down to my toes, making my heart flutter. I knew from that moment that there was no turning back. I wanted this guy in my life.

Brian’s lips moved from my down to my neck as his movements started to become sloppy. He was on the edge and so was I. I rocked my hips against him so hard that I couldn’t see straight when the intense pleasure took over my body. I couldn’t see or hear anything but the darkness and ringing in my ears, but I was sure that I was screaming his name and scratching his back. As my orgasm settled down, I could feel Brian’s cock pulsating inside of me. His fingers held my hips so tightly that his fingernails dug into my skin, undoubtedly leaving a big bruise.

“That was fucking amazing,” he rasped, collapsing on top of me, both of us sweaty and trying to catch our breath. He was right. This sex was so much better than the bunk sex we’ve been having for the past few weeks. It was always cramped and we had to be careful about our noise level. Hell, I was pretty sure that Johnny would kill us if we woke him up again. I’m sure short shit was just jealous.

“What I would give for this bed everyday,” he yawned, rolling over onto his back and stretching out before I cuddled into his side. My blues met his eyes and I couldn’t help but smile. He looked happy and I’m sure the image was mirrored in my face. “I cant wait to be home.”

“Yeah, no kidding. I’m so sick of living on the road,” I put my head on his bare chest, listening to his strong heart beat underneath me. “Only two weeks!” Oh, God, I sound too chipper for my own good. Was I giddy? What the hell was this?

“Two weeks,” Brian repeated, looking up at the ceiling and putting one hand behind his head and the other around me. “I can’t fucking wait to go to the beach.”

I scoffed and shook my head, never realizing before this moment how much I actually missed home. Though, I wasn’t super stoked to still be living with Jason. Maybe I would start looking for my own place when I got back. I mean, I was twenty-two and ready to be an adult, not to mention that my brothers and the guys were twenty-six and would probably be ready to find someone to settle down with.

“I think I’ll try and find an apartment close to the beach,” I mused, trying to picture it in my head. “Something small and close to my studio would be great actually.”

Brian moved to sit up on his elbow and looked down at me, trying to read my expression. “You’re thinking of moving out?”

“What else does it sound like, Sherlock?” I rolled my eyes, looking up at the ceiling again. “Jesus I swear sometimes you are slower than John—“

“Move in with me,” Brian interrupted, his eyes burning a hole into mine.

“Wh-what?” I gapped, looking at him in shock. Was he really serious? Who was this person? The last thing I knew the guy didn’t even like sharing personal things, like his toothbrush. We swapped spit on a regular basis so what was the big deal about me using his toothbrush? I cleaned it off when I was done.

Brian sat up and pulled onto his lap. “I’m serious. I live really close to the beach, the place is fucking huge, you’ll be with me, and it’s free. What do you say?” He looked excited and it was fucking adorable. I had to fight the urge to snicker at him.

I rolled my eyes and ran my fingers through my hair, pretending like I was stressed out about it. I bit down on my bottom lip as he took my face into his hands. “Come on, DJ. Move in with me. We both know we’ll have enough space to do whatever plus don’t act like you don’t want to spend time with me before we head to Europe.”

“Why would you want to spend time with me?” I joked, my finger twisting his messy hair. “It’s not like Synyster Gates has a girlfriend.”

“You’re right, Synyster Gates has many girlfriends, or at least that’s what he wants you to think. Brian Haner on the other hand,” his nose was tickling my neck as he left a trail of kisses, turning me on in the process. “He only has the most beautiful girl a guy could ask for. So what do you say? Will you move in with me?”

I bit my lip, my thoughts becoming clouded from my increasing state of arousal. “Oh fuck it, you had me at free,” I laughed before Brian tossed me onto my back, his lips hungrily moving against mine.

Game on, Haner. Game on.

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