Don't You Dare

“I think my eyeballs are sweating,” Kelsey, Jason’s girlfriend, groaned as she sat in a fold-out chair behind the merch table next to Aubrey.

“I know,” Aubrey agreed. “I’ve never sweat this much in my life. My sweat is sweating.”

Another difference between Warped Tour and the tour that Aubrey had gone on, was that Warped Tour was fucking hot. Most of the day was spent outside, in the summer heat, baking under the sun. And the only place to find air conditioning was the tour bus, which was usually turned off to save gas and electricity. Therefore everyone just perspired all day every day.

“I see the notorious AC Black has resumed her job duties,” Kelsey acknowledged, noticing Aubrey was manning the merch table.

She laughed at her new friend. “Momentarily.”

"Are you having fun so far?” Kelsey wondered. “Despite the heat.”

“I am,” Aubrey replied. “I’m just glad to be back with them, honestly.”

“They talk about you non-stop, but I’m sure you already know that,” Kelsey informed her with a wink. “They’re all so happy you’re back too.”

Her kind words warmed Aubrey’s heart.

Just then, a tall slim guy in black skinny jeans and a black t-shirt approached the table. Aubrey didn’t recognize him but she noticed he wore a laminate, which meant he was either in a band or in a band’s crew.

“Hey, you ladies heard about the big B.B.Q. tonight?” He greeted with no introduction.

“Aren’t there big barbecues every night?” Aubrey asked, squinting her eyes and glancing at Kelsey for confirmation. She had only been on Warped Tour for a couple days, but so far, there had been a barbecue of some sort every night.

“Not like this one,” the guy countered. “You two should come. It’ll be behind the All Time Low buses. There’ll be plenty of alcohol.”

“Yeah, sure,” Kelsey responded, waving him off, agreeing just so he would buzz off.

The guy looked at Aubrey for her response next.

“Um, sure,” Aubrey replied with a shrug, mimicking Kelsey’s agreement.

He winked. “See you later then.”

When he moved onto the next tent, Kelsey faux gagged. “What a creep.”

Before Aubrey could ask who that guy was and why he was a creep, Jimmy, Brian, and Johnny walked underneath the tent behind them.

“You drank the entire fucking thing!” Johnny shouted.

“I said I wanted a sip!” Jimmy defended.

Aubrey and Kelsey turned around to see what they were bickering about. The guys each had a plate of food and a drink, except Jimmy, who had two plates of food. Brian had his eyebrows raised in a smirk as he watched his friends fuss, while Johnny looked betrayed and Jimmy looked absolutely unconcerned.

“Yeah, a sip!” Johnny reiterated. “Not half the fucking bottle!”

“I got a big mouth, my sip is bigger than average!” Jimmy spat then added, “Just like my dick.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake. I’m gonna shave your fucking eyebrows off while you’re sleeping,” Johnny threatened as he haphazardly tossed his empty Gatorade bottle into the trashcan and took a bite of his food.

“I don’t give a fuck,” Jimmy retorted, sitting on an overturned crate, genuinely not concerned if he had no eyebrows. “I’ll shit on your pillow every night for the rest of the tour.”

Johnny side-eyed him cautiously, knowing Jimmy would absolutely follow through on that threat.

“Jesus Christ, here,” Brian shoved his Gatorade bottle at Johnny. “Take mine, you big baby.”

Johnny took it from Brian and sat on the edge of a bench then glared at Jimmy, who stuck his tongue out at him.

Brian took a seat in the empty chair by Aubrey and held his plate up to her. “Want some?”

“What is it?” She asked, eyeing the food on his plate.

“Chicken spaghetti,” he answered. “Catered by some local restaurant.”

“Ooh, yum,” she replied, nodding. “I’ll take a bite.”

He scooped some up on his fork and fed her. “I brought enough for both of us, but I only grabbed one fork, sorry.”

“He did that on purpose so he could spoon-feed you cause he’s a whipped little pussy,” Johnny teased.

With that remark, Jimmy kicked Johnny in the thigh, throwing him off balance and sending him to the concrete on his ass.

“You fucker, you just made me spill half my food!” Johnny grumbled. Irritated, he threw the plate and the rest of the contents at Jimmy, who glanced down at the pasta that was now covering his arm and lap. Unfazed, he slurped a noodle off of his arm and went back to eating his own food.

“Don’t be a dick to Aubrey,” Jimmy warned with a mouthful of food.

“I wasn’t!” Johnny protested as he stood up from the ground. “I was being a dick to Brian!”

“They’re like the same person now - if you’re being a dick to Brian, you’re being a dick to Aubrey,” Jimmy explained matter-of-factly.

“I can’t be a dick to someone just by association,” Johnny retorted, throwing his hands up. “That’s fucking stupid.”

“You’re fucking stupid,” Jimmy stated.

Johnny groaned. “I have got to get the fuck away from you for the rest of the day.”

“Bye,” Jimmy waved him off, still eating his spaghetti.

Johnny rolled his eyes and stormed off in search of more food.

“Uh, what did we miss?” Aubrey asked, noticing that Jimmy was being especially rude to Johnny and that Johnny was being especially sensitive to Jimmy’s antics.

“They’ve been bickering all fucking day,” Brian explained, feeding Aubrey another bite.

“I’ve been fucking with him since we woke up,” Jimmy confirmed.

“You’re gonna send the poor kid to the nuthouse if you don’t leave him alone,” Kelsey warned.

“Look, he drank the last beer in our fridge, stole my last cigarette without even asking, and cock-blocked the fuck out of me last night,” Jimmy explained himself. “If he’s gonna be a prick, I’m gonna be a prick.”

“Calm down and eat your food,” Brian insisted then changed the subject. “Have we sold any more shit today?”

“Not since I’ve been sitting here,” Aubrey answered. “I think I lost my touch.”

“It’s probably because we smell like Satan’s asshole,” Kelsey hypothesized.

“Probably,” Aubrey agreed.

Johnny came back to the tent at that moment, smiling mischievously as he ate from a new bowl of food. Seconds later, Valary walked under the tent behind Jimmy and grabbed his ear then pulled it.

“Quit picking fights with Johnny,” Val commanded like an irate mother.

Startled, Jimmy’s shoulders went up to his ears. His hands were full so he tried to tuck his insulted ear into his shoulder to ward off the angry blonde.

“What the fuck?” Jimmy screeched to her then turned and looked at Johnny. “Did you seriously just go tattle to Val?”

Johnny ignored him and took a bite from his plate with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Tell him you’re sorry,” Val insisted.

“No, he’s being a baby,” Jimmy fussed.

Val twisted his ear further. “Tell him you’re sorry.”

“God dammit, ow! I’m sorry, Johnny!” Jimmy shouted.

“Are you gonna be nice?” Val asked.

“Yes!” Jimmy yelled in pain.

“Thank you,” she replied as she let go of his ear.

Johnny was chuckling to himself until Val walked over and grabbed his ear too.

“Ow, stop!” He protested, the smile immediately falling off of his face, replaced by a grimace.

“Now you apologize to Jimmy, cause I know this battle wasn’t one-sided,” Val continued.

Johnny knew better than to prolong the pain so he quickly apologized, “Sorry, Jim.”

“Are you gonna be nice too?” Val questioned him.

“Yes!” Johnny answered without hesitation.

“Thank you,” she responded, letting go of his ear.

With that, she walked away, leaving Jimmy and Johnny silent and sheepish as they went back to eating their food.

Brian, Aubrey, and Kelsey busted out laughing at the bizarre, yet somehow typical, scene that just unfolded right in front of them.

Between her laughs, Kelsey commended, “Oh, she’s good.”

“Too good,” Aubrey added.

Ø

That evening, Brian and Aubrey walked over to the big barbecue that was taking place in the parking lot. All of their friends were already there, scattered around and stuffing their faces or getting shitfaced - or both. With his hand in the small of her back, Brian guided her through the crowds of people until they found an opening to the food and drink tables.

“Brian!” Someone shouted off to the side.

Brian glanced in their direction and saw a friend in another band waving him over.

“Hey, will you pour us some drinks? I’m gonna go see what Adam wants,” Brian explained to Aubrey.

“Sure,” she replied with a nod.

“I’ll be right back,” he told her as he placed a small kiss on her temple then walked over to his friend.

Aubrey turned around to ask Brian what he wanted to drink, but he was already too far away for her to ask without yelling. And the last thing she wanted to do was draw the attention of a bunch of drunk strangers. So she made her way over to the drink table and scanned the bottles of alcohol, figuring he wouldn’t say no to a Jack and Coke, if she knew him as well as she thought she did.

She reached for a bottle of Jack Daniels when someone slipped a drink in her hand. Thinking it was one of her friends, she wrapped her hand around the drink and accepted it. Then she glanced over at the person and saw it was the guy from earlier, the one who had invited her and Kelsey to the barbecue.

“You made it,” he greeted, again without an introduction.

“Yeah,” Aubrey replied with uncertainty as she glanced at the drink, remembering Kelsey had called him a creep for some reason.

“It’s just vodka and Red Bull, don’t worry,” he insisted with a friendly smile. “I made it for myself but saw you walk up, thought I’d share.”

“Thanks,” she decided to play it polite, although she had no intentions of drinking what was in the cup.

“Sure,” he replied. “So I haven’t seen you around before. Is this your first time on Warped?”

“Yeah,” she answered, keeping her comments short.

“Are you with any of the bands or...?”

Suddenly, there was a familiar warm presence behind her, then Brian’s deep voice cautioned, “She’s with me.”

She felt Brian’s hand resume its position on the small of her back as he plucked the cup from her hands and tossed it into the nearby trashcan. When she glanced up at him, she saw he was staring the guy down. Not scowling but sending a firm message to stay the hell away.

“All right.” The guy threw his hands up in surrender with raised eyebrows. “I guess you’ve got it from here.”

“Yeah, I’ve got it from here,” Brian echoed sarcastically, continuing to give the guy a stern glare as he backed away.

“Ooh, it’s kind of hot when you turn into the Hulk like that,” Aubrey said, with a smirk.

“That guy’s a fucking predator, Aubrey,” Brian informed her, still keeping his eye on the guy, making sure he moved far away. “He likes to get girls good and drunk and alone so they’re not coherent enough to refuse him when he makes his move.”

Ah, that’s probably why Kelsey had called him a creep earlier. Aubrey realized how serious Brian was being so she dialed down her joking tone and explained the situation.

“I wasn’t going to drink it. Someone handed me a cup and I took it, thinking it was Val or Jimmy or someone like that. I wouldn’t have taken it if I had seen who it was coming from,” Aubrey defended.

Brian finally looked at Aubrey and relaxed, relented his anger toward the guy. “I’m not mad at you, babe. I just don't trust that guy with you. Hell, I don't trust anyone with you.”

She pursed her lips at his possessiveness.

“Besides, you don't have the best track record when it comes to guys and drinking,” Brian teased, making light of the old bartender incident.

“Hey,” Aubrey defended. “I have ONE good mark on my record when it comes to guys and drinking.” She elbowed him with a smile.

“Well, we were sober more times than not,” he reminded her.

Her smile wavered. He was right.

A silence fell over them as they both came to the realization that they had always decided to be together. It wasn't a thing they did when they were wasted. It wasn't a mistake they made once or twice. They wanted to be together. They had made numerous conscious decisions to get together, not intoxicated ones, not drunken mistakes.

“C’mere,” he muttered quietly as he pulled her into him for a hug.

She rested her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist. He inhaled the scent of her shampoo before pressing his lips to her hair, kissing the top of her head sweetly.

“God, I love you so much it hurts,” He muttered into her hair.

She hugged him tighter. “I love you more.”

He chuckled and rubbed his hand up and down her back.

“Not possible, babe,” he said as he rested his chin on the top of her head. “Not even close.”

Ø

The bus traveled quietly that night, swaying gently with the winding of the road. Inside Brian’s bunk, he laid on his back, shirtless, with one arm behind his head and one under the arch of Aubrey’s shoulder as she propped herself up on her elbow, laying on her side. They laid in silence as she traced the tattoos on his torso while his fingertips caressed her back.

He was soaking in the moment, having Aubrey with him, in his bunk, just like he had imagined for weeks now. His eyes fluttered shut as he focused on the soothing, intimate feeling of her fingertips tracing his inked skin. She would be leaving before he knew it, and he was trying to memorize every moment they had together.

He felt his dick twitch between his legs, as it often did with Aubrey around. He was such a sucker for her; it was ridiculous.

Before he knew it, he felt himself getting harder and harder. He kept his eyes shut and ignored it, knowing there was no way they could have sex in the small ass bunk, because literally everyone on the bus would hear.

He thought he was in the clear until Aubrey leaned down and whispered, “Does that feel good?”

And just like that, at the sound of her sultry voice, he was as hard as a rock.

Keeping his eyes shut, he swallowed hard and nodded. He was hyperaware of the feeling of her fingertips dipping lower down his stomach, but staying above his belly button.

“I didn’t think tracing your tattoos would turn you on so much,” she laughed, keeping her voice low.

“All you have to do is breathe in my direction and I get a boner,” he admitted with no shame.

She chuckled again, running her hand down his stomach and over the bulge in his basketball shorts.

His hips jerked slightly and he winced at how painfully good it felt.

“Baby, don’t,” he warned quietly, still keeping his eyes shut. “We can’t fuck in here; everyone’s gonna hear.”

Funnily enough, Brian had sex in his bunk plenty of times before, not caring if the whole world heard him. But he did not want everyone to hear the sounds that Aubrey made as she came, or the sounds he made as came inside of her. He was protective of that intimacy with her. He didn’t want to share that with anyone.

Ignoring his warning, she slipped her hand in his shorts, wrapping her hand around his length.

He inhaled sharply, ready to warn her again, more sternly this time, when she began stroking him. His mind shut off as he swallowed a deep groan.

“Shh,” she warned this time as she began moving toward the other end of the bunk, fully freeing him from his underwear and shorts.

Brian’s eyes shot open, watching as she hovered on top of him. Not to ride him, but to take him in her mouth.

He needed to stop her, he planned to, but when she licked him from the base of his shaft to the head, he knew there was no way in hell he was stopping her. He watched as her mouth formed an ‘O’ shape just before she slowly took him in her mouth, inch by inch. His head fell back against his pillow, stifling another groan.

Aubrey’s head bobbed, wasting no time, swirling her tongue as she went down and sucking as she went up. He tangled his fingers into her hair, clutching it roughly in an attempt to gain some control over the situation, but it was useless - she owned him within a matter of seconds.

To add to his gratification, Aubrey used her hand to supplement the length that she couldn’t fit in her mouth, and the pleasure that it sent up Brian’s spine caused him to pick his head up and watch her again. She glanced up at him, pleased by the heated look on his face as he stared at her. He looked like he was in pain, but Aubrey knew better.

Brian bit his bottom lip to keep the lingering carnal sounds from exiting his mouth as he watched her. Although he appreciated being able to show Aubrey affection in public now, he was reeling in the secrecy of what she was doing to him, even more turned on by having to be sneaky and quiet again.

When she used her free hand to grope and massage his balls, Brian’s hips jerked hard, loudly thumping against the bottom of his bunk.

“Uhh, you alright up there?” Zack asked from the bunk below.

Aubrey removed her mouth and stilled, allowing Brian to gain some composure.

“Uh, yeah,” Brian responded hoarsely then cleared his throat. “Sorry.”

“Jesus Christ,” Zack exhaled, knowing exactly what was happening above him from the sound of his friend’s distracted and tense voice.

From across the small hallway, Jimmy chuckled loudly in his bunk. “Nice.”

Brian looked at Aubrey with adoration. She was smiling softly. He took his hand that was in her hair and brought it down her cheek, caressing the soft skin on her cheekbone, then ran his thumb along her swollen pink lips as it hovered above his member.

She placed a soft kiss on his thumb then another one on the tip of his penis then took him back in her mouth, immediately bringing Brian back to the level of ecstasy he was at before they were interrupted. He placed his hand back in her hair to keep it out of her face and watched as she sucked him off.

When she began massaging his balls again, he knew it wouldn’t take long for him to come.

Aubrey continued, watching as Brian tensed. His abs began to clench, flexing then relaxing over and over, while his orgasm waved through him. His hips rolled as he released into her mouth, bucking ever so slightly and biting his lips together to keep all of the dirty expletives trapped in his throat.

Spent and sated, he relaxed into his bunk, unable to move another muscle. With a satisfied and smug smirk on her face, Aubrey grabbed the bottle of water in the small cubby and took a sip to wash down any remnants then resumed her original spot next to Brian.

With the little bit of energy that he had left, he cupped her face and gently pulled her down to his mouth, where he kissed her lovingly. If he hadn’t just came so hard, he probably would’ve gotten hard again when he tasted himself on her mouth.

“Holy fuck,” he whispered into her mouth.

“You’re welcome,” she chuckled softly.

How was he ever going to let her leave again in a few days?

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