Nightmare

The show was something Iris didn't think would go over too well. But she was very wrong. Everything went smoothly, and no one forgot words or even or fell down while doing a guitar solo. Might as well go back to the bus and get hammered. And sadly that's what they do. None would let Iris drink for a while since some do remember what happened and Matt didn't want her to drink. Big brother Matt. Always a cock blocking asshole when it came to alcohol. She's not supposed to be drinking anyway. But she didn't care. As long as she didn't get caught even though she's surprised she hasn't been, then she's allllll good.

But the boys had something else in mind. They had some alcohol would give Iris some. Either in shots or give it in a glass dressed as a mixed drink. But other than a shit ton of soda or such, it was a shit ton of booze with very little mix.

Jimmy would grin to her as he took her hand and got off the bus. Said tour bus was still in the parking lot for a while longer so they can see fans. Shame to say they're all wasted. The others had no idea what they would end up doing.

Jimmy took her back behind the building, and gently pushed the other against the wall, drunken breath rushing over her as he leans down to her size, face too close for comfort, but to be honest, she liked the drummer this close. She thought he was quite handsome. But what caught her the most was them gorgeous blue eyes he had. She could stare at them forever; and she did for what felt like hours until she felt lips upon her own. It shocked her momentarily, but she got a grip on reality; she could either shove the drummer away and be a good girl, or pull him closer and let him have his way with her. She chose the second one. Who the hell wouldn't?

Arms wrapping around the others neck, she pulled him closer. He didn't really expect that but went along with it, pressing against her and making the kiss deeper. His fingers moved up her neck and into her hair, giving a gentle pull every now and again. She wouldn't admit it, but she loved it when people would play and mess around with her hair. More so pulling it.

The two would stay lip locked for quite some time. Probably a good twenty minutes, only parting to take a few good deep breaths so neither end up dying. Yet once the final pull away occurred, his lips moved down to her neck, biting and sucking.

She felt warm; warm from the foreplay Jimmy was giving her, and warm from the booze in her system. Such a great combo. From that warm feeling, she began to get frisky too. Her own hands roamed over his tall frame; hair, neck, back, then finally to his pants where she removed his belt and just let it fall on the ground with a clank on the concrete. She got his pants unbuttoned and unzipped before she pulled his head away from her neck and gave him this look; a look of wanted approval. Even if she's drunk, she knew the style of consent. He would be happy to nod his head, a cocky little smirk on his face.

"Go ahead. You've excited me long enough. Have fun."

With the words the other spoke, she moved his pants down, taking hold of his member and slowly moving her hand up and down, teasing by moving slow. A shaky breath came from the other followed by a soft growl. She liked that; so other than speeding up, she kept the slow pace. He let out that growl again but this time louder and in her ear.

"Fuckin' tease.." He would say, his own fingers hooking in her belt loops, only to pull them down in a swift movement, his hands moving over her legs, moving them apart soon after. "My turn." Is all he would say as his own fingers got to work on her.

The moment his touch came upon her, she gasps and held onto Jimmy and... 'Mini Jimmy' for dear life. A soft call of the drummers name came from her lips and the other knew the simple touch had her. The touching moved faster, his hips rocking into her as a silent plea to continue what she was doing. Which she obeyed by and got quite faster.

She leans up, lips crashing into Jimmy's once again, but not just to feel them and have another make out session. She was beginning to get quite vocal. So she wanted to silence herself. Which Jimmy was happy to have. He would just swallow her moans of pleasure giving his own, yet both were muffled.

But the fun didn't last too much longer. Her body soon became still as she removed herself from the kiss, head lolling to the side as she came with a soft chant of the drummers name. She became tired quite quickly, but wanted Jimmy to reach his own high so she used her tiredness to slide onto her knees, grabbing his length and popped it into her mouth, lazy tongue going to work to drive him crazy. Which he did and it didn't last long before her mouth was filled with his release. She slowly got back to her feet, swallowing when he was looking at her. Causing him to grunt when seeing this. He didn't expect that either.

The two would share another sloppish kiss before clothing was put back together and made it look like nothing happened before going back to to bus.

When the two got back on, Matt was looking like a deer in headlights, asking her several questions. He could smell the alcohol on her and something else which made him cringe and just sigh. He looked over to Jimmy and shook his head. The drummer shrugged, acting like he had no idea what happened.

She sat down and drank the rest of her drink before she fell asleep. Sitting up with a few little snores. Matt shook his head again before he chuckled. At least whatever the hell she did tired her out. He'll talk to her later. But right now, Jimmy is going to keep quite. He ain't gonna say a single thing on what happened. He got to have fun with Iris before any of the others did.

Now if anyone else does, their just going to be sloppy seconds. And thirds. And fourths. Good job Jimmy. Now all you gotta do is fuck her--

Jimmy smirked; that idea was coming a lot closer than he thought. Yet he'd rather do it when she was sober and not take advantage of her, again, like this and in front of everyone. He'll just let her sleep the drunk away.

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