Don't You Dare

The next morning, Brian slithered out of bed, having hardly slept but a few hours, and quickly got dressed then silently snuck out the door without waking or disturbing Aubrey. He found the hotel lobby, and stalked over to the buffet, ready to stock up on free continental breakfast.

“Gates!”

His head whipped around and saw Johnny waving him over to the table where he and Zack, the band’s rhythm guitarist, sat. Brian nodded to them then turned back to the breakfast, piling all of the contents on his plate, then joined his friends at their table.

“You look like shit,” Zack provoked playfully.

“Didn’t sleep well last night,” Brian explained.

“Yeah, you never came back to the room last night,” Johnny pointed out. “What lady kept you up all night?”

“Aubrey, thanks to you,” Brian spat at Johnny, thankful that he could already cover up his night with her without it seeming obvious. “We saw you take that loud ass bimbo back to our room and thankfully Aubrey’s room had two full beds, so I just crashed in her room, but she took that opportunity to keep me up all damn night organizing the merch and helping her come up with a system to keep up with it since Matt Berry’s shit was so confusing.”

“Damn,” Zack commented.

“Yeah,” Brian replied then turned to Johnny, “So thanks for that.”

“You’re just mad that I got laid and you spent all night with a girl and didn’t,” Johnny jabbed.

He wanted so badly to throw the truth in his friend’s smug face but he didn’t. So he simply replied, “Probably.”

“Anyway this chick last night was wild. She wanted to get my signature tattooed on her tits,” Johnny quickly turned the subject in a different direction, and Brian was thankful.

He managed to avoid Aubrey for the rest of the morning, but as they all boarded the bus to continue on to the next city for their next show, he finally saw her. Jimmy, the band’s drummer, was helping her load the merch boxes into the storage compartment. A pang of guilt hit Brian. He should’ve helped her finish all the sorting and helped her bring everything to the bus. He was a prick. A cowardly prick.

She probably thought that he got what he wanted so he ditched her to clean up the rest of his mess. That was only half true, because he didn’t offer to help her with those intentions and he wanted her to know that. He did, however, ditch her the next morning; instead of facing the awkward consequences to his actions, he ran. Typical.

“Hey, sorry I left you to bring all this crap to the bus by yourself,” Brian stated as he walked up to her after Jimmy had left to retrieve another box from her room.

“Jimmy helped me, so no worries,” she replied with a smile. “Thanks, by the way, for helping me get it all figured out last night. I think keeping record like this will be really efficient for me.”
Brian felt confused and conflicted. She seemed fine and also really casual about the whole thing. He wanted to be thankful for that, but he honestly felt weird about it.

“We’re good?” He asked quietly.

“We’re good,” she reassured with a ‘duh’ look on her face.

He continued to look at her, like he was trying to catch her expression falter.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “I feel like you’re trying to make sure my fragile girl-heart is still beating but last night wasn’t my first one-night rodeo; I know how these things work.”

He smiled at her. He should’ve known she’d handle it the way she was supposed to. He may not know her well, but he can tell she’s comfortable with who she is. He admired that.

“Move your ass, Haner,” Jimmy bellowed as he reappeared, carrying a tall stack of boxes that seemed heavy.

Brian quickly jumped out of the way. “Is that the last of it?”

“Yeah,” Jimmy answered with a grunt as he set the boxes on the ground. “Convenient timing, right when we’re done.”

Brian laughed but grabbed a box and maneuvered it strategically into the storage compartment. “Hey, I think I get a pass for this one. I used to sling merch singlehandedly while you guys got shitfaced in the green room.”

“Hey, your ass was usually already drunk before we even got to the venue,” Jimmy retorted.

“There was no reason for you to pound beers in the green room at that point. It was only fair.”
Aubrey laughed at their typical banter.

“Alright, suck my dick, let’s get on the bus,” Brian jabbed one last time, having run out of comebacks.

Jimmy smirked proudly at Aubrey, having won that round of teasing. She laughed and shook her head then shut the storage compartment and followed them onto the bus. She felt very on her own without Matt Berry there to lead the way and show her the ropes of touring. Even though all the guys made her comfortable so far, she couldn’t help but wonder how the hell she ended up with this job.

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The bus sped down the Interstate, bringing the band and their small crew to the next state which held their next city which held their next venue. Same story, but the chapters were always so different. Matt, the band’s lead singer, and his girlfriend Valary, who is also the band’s tour manager, were in the back of the bus in the “lounge” area, but the rest of the band was in the main “living” area, drinking, smoking, and shooting the shit with each other.

Aubrey sat on the couch, nursing a freshly opened beer, despite the fact that it was hardly noon. Next to her, Jimmy slouched into the couch, lighting a joint. Johnny sat on the arm of the couch, working on his third or fourth beer. Zack sat backwards in a chair at the small table adjacent to the other couch; he crossed his arms over the top of the back of the chair and rested his chin on his forearm. Across from her, on the opposite couch, Brian focused intently on his guitar as he changed the strings. She tuned out the conversation happening around her, especially since she wasn’t even taking part in the discussion, and watched Brian closely but discreetly, amused by the way he moved.

She zoned out, eyeing the muscles in his arms that flexed as he twisted the tuning pegs accordingly... Ogling the tattoos that decorated his toned arms... Remembering how they looked as they held him up over her last night as he drove himself into her... Thinking about how they led to his rock hard abs which led to his even harder cock...

Shit, he was hot and it was making her hot. She remembered their ‘one and done’ pact but at that moment, she wished she hadn’t suggested it. What she wouldn’t give to have him bend her over the table and nail her from behind.

“So Aubrey, what type of bullshit went down in your life that landed you on tour with our dickhead band?” Johnny asked, noticing their merch girl seemed somewhat lonesome and distant since Matt had officially left the tour.

Aubrey glanced up, her face a tad flushed from the sudden interruption of her dirty thoughts.
Johnny’s question had also garnered the attention of Brian, who briefly looked up to see her reaction.

She cleared her throat, realizing she needed to regain her composure, come back down to earth, and answer the question. “Oh, none, actually,” she began to explain, fibbing so she didn’t blubber on about her dog again. “My brother moved out to Orange County and met the Berrys a while back. He knew I was looking for a new job and Matt just so happened to be looking for a merch assistant so my brother got us in touch with each other. Matt said Avenged Sevenfold was getting more and more popular and therefore getting a bigger and bigger merch stock and he needed some help selling it and keeping up with it all. I was looking to do something new and different. So here I am.”

“Damn, really?” Zack replied, suddenly interested in the new conversation as well. “I thought you were from the label.”

“Nope,” she shook her head. “I’m just a simple village peasant. Completely out of her element. On tour with a biker gang apparently.”

Brian let out a hearty laugh and Jimmy, also tuning into the conversation, snorted.

“Do you really feel like you’re out of your element?” Zacky asked.

Aubrey nodded her head.

“You seem to fit in fine,” Brian contributed nonchalantly with a shrug.

“Wait a second,” Jimmy mumbled, taking a hit from his blunt, then held up a finger. “Do you even listen to our band?”

“Will I be fired if I say no?” Aubrey asked with a sly smile.

“Yes,” Johnny teased.

“Then yes, I listen to your band. I love your band,” she fibbed with vigor and a grin.

Brian smirked.

“You little shit,” Jimmy spat playfully as he sat up and tossed an empty beer can at her. “And we’re not a biker gang!”

“You look like you’re a biker gang,” she retorted. “You even have biker gang names.”

“Welp, you’re stuck with this biker gang for the next three months so...” Jimmy paused then smiled maniacally. “Welcome to the gang.”

“Do I get a biker gang name?” She wondered.

“Maybe.” Jimmy played with faux-caution. “What’s your full name?”

“Aubrey Cate Ford,” she answered.

Johnny winced.

“What?” She asked with a laugh.

“Your name sounds so pretentious. You definitely need a biker gang name,” he told her.

She pursed her lips together at his insinuation but rolled her eyes playfully.

“Yeah, yeah!” Jimmy sat up excitedly, half-stoned already. “Let’s give her an Avenged Sevenfold name!”

“What about...The Prophet Ford?” Johnny proposed, reaching for the joint.

“What, no,” Jimmy waved him off but handed him the drug. “NEXT!”

“The Minister A.C. Ford,” Zacky tossed into the mix.

“Ooh, it has potential,” Jimmy said as he leaned back in thought, clasping his hands together behind his head.

“How about A.C. Black?” Brian suggested.

“YES!” Jimmy sat up straight and pointed to Brian. “That’s it! Welcome to the biker gang, A.C. Black.”

“Hm, I’m actually okay with that name,” Aubrey quipped pleasantly surprised. “Okay, I’m in the gang. But I’m not killing anyone or robbing anyone.”

“You just launder all the money,” Zacky played.

“Exactly,” she agreed with a laugh.

They all chuckled in response.

Jimmy began talking about something else, going off of a tangent about something as he seems to do often. When the attention was diverted away from her, she went back to watching Brian and immediately caught his gaze on her. His mouth twitched upward in a very subtle smile, but she caught it. She winked softly at him. His stare lingered momentarily before he focused on his guitar again.

Once he was done changing and clipping all the strings, he began strumming it softly to tune it, which he did by ear and without a device. Occasionally he glanced up at Aubrey, to see her either watching him closely or in conversation with one of his bandmates, smiling and laughing and playing along with their immature banter.

“Damn, dude,” Matt said to Brian as he emerged from the back lounge. “Gotta change your own shit now, huh?”

“Yeah,” Brian grumbled. “Fuckin’ Jason. Thanks a lot, Berrys.”

Valary scoffed as she appeared from behind her boyfriend. “Their freakin’ grandmother is on her deathbed; give me a break!”

“Well someone needs to tell Grandma to get her shit together ‘cause I need my fuckin’ roadie back!” Brian joked.

“For real,” Jimmy agreed, pointing at his bandmate for emphasis.

Valary shook her head and rolled her eyes then grabbed a beer and sat next to Jimmy then leaned over to speak to Aubrey. “I hope you’ve got thick skin, girl. It can get ugly in here.”

Aubrey laughed. Though she hadn’t spent much time with Valary because she was always crazy busy handling the band’s business, she really liked her and thought highly of her and how hard she worked for the guys.

“She’ll be alright; she’s one of us now,” Jimmy said to Valary as he threw an arm around Aubrey’s shoulder. “She’s got a name and everything - AC Black.”

“Damn,” Valary replied. “I don’t even have a name!”

“Yeah you do,” Johnny commented. “It’s schmookie-poo; right, Matt?”

“Shut up,” Matt chuckled as he dug through the fridge for something.

It was typical of Johnny to tease Matt and Valary about their relationship and he took every opportunity to do so, even though he knew Matt or Val would dish it right back out to him.

“Or is it babycakes?” Johnny continued to tease.

Valary gave him an annoyed look. “Go ahead, get another one out.”

“Or maybe buttercup?” Johnny asked with a daring smirk.

“You’re short; shut up,” Valary spat and turned away from him.

“Damn, got him,” Zacky added as he got up from his chair and walked toward the bunks.

“I love these girls,” Jimmy sang as he threw his arm around Val and pulled both of the girls into him for hugs. “They’re so feisty!”

“You can’t even spell feisty,” Johnny teased.

“Of course I can’t,” Jimmy retorted obviously. “I don’t speak Spanish.”

Everyone let out a huge burst of laughter, even Zacky could be heard laughing from his bunk. They all knew Jimmy was joking and would say anything to make everyone laugh, but it never made his jokes any less funny.

Ø
That night, when the guys took the stage as Avenged Sevenfold, the crowd at the merch table dwindled down to nil and Aubrey was able to finally watch them perform. Though she didn’t care for their music as it simply wasn’t her cup of tea, she was mesmerized by them. They were so good at what they were doing, it was impossible to look away. They were the same people she had been joking around with on the bus all day, but up on the stage, they were personified. Their stage names became their true identities when they performed.

She was impressed by Matt’s ability to sing as M. Shadows and the way his gravelly voice roared throughout the venue. And the way Johnny Christ enthusiastically strummed his bass and bobbed his head to the beat. And the poise with which Zacky Vengeance carried himself while he played guitar with passion and moved across the stage. And the effortless way The Reverend Tholomew Plague (more simply known as The Rev) pounded the drums to a very demanding song, twirling his drumsticks and tapping his feet with precise rhythm on the bass drum.

But what caught her eye more than anything was Brian on the guitar. His stage name, Synyster Gates, gave off a menacing vibe but watching him play guitar was exhilarating. He smirked smugly throughout their set, confident in what he was doing and rightfully so. He was so talented - sweeping his guitar pick along the strings with precision, fingering the strings with ease, creating a melody that had her bobbing her own head. He was so comfortable, so assertive, with the way he played; he kicked one leg up on the stage riser, balancing his guitar against his thigh as he played his solo so fast but so clean.

Zacky made his way over to Synyster Gates, playing along his side, creating a picture perfect rock-star scene since Zack played guitar left-handed and Brian played right-handed. The harmonic dive bombs sent chills down her spine.

It was inspiring and heartwarming to watch them play together. She could tell they were each living out their dreams with their best friends and they were loving every second of it.

The crowd was loving it too. Every person was going insane, screaming for the guys, crowd-surfing, moshing, and singing along to every word of every song.

Once the show ended and every fan that wanted a shirt had bought one, Aubrey double checked her inventory and packed up all the merchandise then loaded it into the bus singlehandedly. It took a lot of focus and mentally, she was drained, but she was proud of herself for getting it all done. Especially because less than 24 hours prior, she was stressed out of her mind about how to make it all work and regretting her decision to accept this job.

After everything was packed up, she joined the guys in the green room. She could feel the intense energy as soon as she stepped through the doorway. The guys were amped, buzzing with adrenaline, unable to sit still.

“You guys!” Aubrey cheered as she walked into the room. “That was the first time I really got to watch you perform! Y’all are incredible!”

Brian smiled big, not just at her compliment, but at the fact that she had said y’all again. Something about that word coming out of her mouth made blood rush to all the right places. Maybe it was the post-show adrenaline coursing through his veins, but he was immediately fighting off lewd thoughts about Aubrey as soon as she walked into the room.

“Thanks, AC!” Zack replied with happiness radiating off of his smile as he packed up his equipment - something Jason Berry would probably be doing for him if he was still on the tour.

“Thank you! It was a good one for you to watch cause that was probably the best fuckin’ show we ever had,” Matt said, as he pumped his fist then sat on the couch clutching a water bottle.

“Not bad for a biker gang, huh?” Johnny provoked with a smile, wiping the sweat off of his face with a towel.

“Not bad at all,” Aubrey agreed, sitting on the couch beside Matt. “The crowd loved you too!”

“I know,” Zack agreed. “They were all going nuts!”

“YEAH!” Jimmy shouted as he chunked an open bottle of water onto the ground, spraying water all over the place.

They all laughed and tried to dodge the flying water.

“I’m going find some alcohol,” Zack said as he stood up and went to the door.

“Fuck, wait for me!” Jimmy hollered as he jumped over the small coffee table and followed Zack out the door.

Matt laughed and threw his bottle of water at Jimmy. It hit him square in the back but didn’t make Jimmy miss a step as he lifted his middle finger in the air behind him and continued out the door.

“I think I’m gonna call my mom,” Matt said with a laugh as he pulled out his phone. “She’s gonna freak when she hears how many kids were at the show tonight.”

Aubrey smiled at the sentiment. The guys all had rough exteriors and were loud and brash, but she could tell that, deep down, they were such kindhearted people. And that made her so happy.

With that thought, her eyes found Brian. He was staring back at her. With a darkened and heated gaze. She recognized that look from her hotel room. But he was fidgety, wringing his fingers as his knee bounced up and down rapidly. She gave him a subtle questioning look.
Very discreetly, he nodded his head toward the door of the green room. If she hadn’t been looking right at him, she wouldn’t have even seen him do it. He was acting really strange.

Johnny poured a bottle of water over his head in an attempt to cool off. Matt stood up and began to pace the room as he spoke to his mother on the phone. He was oblivious to Brian’s odd behavior.

Moments later, Brian stood up and stalked out of the room then down the hall. The swift action caught Johnny’s eye and he glanced over at Aubrey to see a bemused look on her face.

“We all get a little worked up after shows,” he explained. “Too much adrenaline.”

She nodded softly, understanding the sentiment, but that wasn’t why she looked confused. She was trying to determine if Brian was signaling for her to follow him. Because it seemed like he was. But why? Well...she could probably figure out why, but hadn’t they made a pact?

“I’m going find a shower or something,” Johnny said, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it off to the side. “I smell like shit.”

She laughed and watched as he walked out of the room. She turned to Matt, who was preoccupied talking to his mom. With no one else around, she quietly got up and walked out into the hallway. She looked to the left, which seemed to only lead to a stairwell so she headed to the right. She could hear people talking but didn’t actually see anyone in the hall. Most of the rooms down the hallway either had the door shut or were pitch black, so where was she going? Was she supposed to just open random doors until she found Brian?

Bad idea. It was such a bad idea. She knew what would happen if she found him. Why, other than the fact that she really wanted to, was she looking for him?

She was two seconds away from turning around and heading back to the green room like a sane, levelheaded person when she was swiftly yanked out of the hallway and pulled into a dark room. For half a second, she wanted to scream for help; she couldn’t see anything and the grip around her arm was tight. But when the door slammed shut, a pair of lips crashed into her mouth and she immediately recognized the taste.

Brian.

“Mm,” he grunted when she kissed back, pushing his hips into hers. He honestly thought she wouldn’t come looking for him; he was afraid it would freak her out or make her mad since they agreed to only fuck once. But his blood was on fire, reeling from the show and from the memories of his night with her. He needed to relieve himself of the pent up energy and he wanted to do so with her. And when he felt her kiss back, he knew it was game on. Not even 24 hours later and their agreement had flown out of the window like a bat out of hell.

His mouth left hers and traveled down to her jar then her neck, where he licked and sucked every inch that he could. She tilted her head to the side to give him better access; in other words, she wanted more. She was already aching between her thighs and he felt the vibration of her moan on his lips while he kissed her throat.

He quickly flicked open the button on her pants then tugged the zipper down. His fingers dipped into her panties, sliding between her folds with ease.

She inhaled sharply when his calloused finger brushed over her throbbing clit.

“God damn,” Brian mumbled against her collarbone, feeling how wet and ready she was.

Unfortunately, they’d have to be quick, but he didn’t think he’d last longer than a minute at that point anyway. He pulled her away from the door and pushed her to lean forward. She braced herself against what felt like a table and jutted her hips out, knowing he was about to take her from behind, just like she had fantasized about that morning on the bus. He slowly pulled her pants down, leaving them hanging around her mid-thigh. The sudden bareness left her cold in certain areas but heat still radiated from her core.

“Hold on,” he said softly as he moved away from her. “I want to see you.”

She heard him shuffling behind her until a very dim light flickered on. She quickly took in her surroundings and gathered that they were in a small conference room of some sort. There was probably a switch for fluorescent lights somewhere in the room, but the hazy orange glow set the mood perfectly.

She felt Brian return to his position behind her when his hands found her hips and his lips found her ass. He kissed the soft, smooth skin, admiring the sensory overload from the sight, taste, and feel of her bare skin again.

She heard jingling behind her as Brian hastily undid his belt and shoved his pants down. She wanted so badly to turn around and stroke him again, but she could tell by his urgency that there was no time.

The foil wrapper ripped and seconds later, he was sheathed and lined up at her entrance.

With one hand on her hip and one hand keeping his cock steady, he pushed into her slowly. Since she couldn’t spread her legs far due to her pants restricting her thighs, she felt even tighter than before. It took a few extra firm pushes until he was finally fully inside of her.

Her head lolled forward. “Fuck,” she cursed at the feeling of him filling her to her limit. “You’re so big.”

His eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head hearing her say that. It was too much. The sight of her bare ass pushed up against his pelvis. The feeling of her so tight and so warm around him. The smell of sex already in the air. The sound of her moans and her dirty words. The taste of her lips still lingering on his own. He couldn’t handle it. He was going to pass out, he just knew it.

With caution, he pulled halfway out and pushed back in. She rushed her hips back to meet his. He winced at how painfully good it felt. And as he moved again, so did she. The way she put forth just as much effort as he did - it was his own little piece of heaven.

“You’re fuckin’ killing me, AC,” he groaned, gripping her hips tightly with both hands.

She glanced over her shoulder at him and smirked, and it was so god damn sexy.

Holding her gaze, he continued to move his hips rhythmically, pumping in and out of her roughly. She didn’t shy away from his stare, keeping the eye contact as she rolled her ass back toward him, meeting his thrusts with her own. watching his jaw clench when she moaned.

His fingertips dug into her skin like he was grasping at straws to keep his composure. It turned her on immensely to know he was struggling to not lose his mind. When she felt the impending orgasm build deep within her belly, she had to look away as her eyes fluttered shut and she threw her head back.

He looked down, watching as he pounded in and out of her, as her perfectly plump ass jiggled as his hips smacked into it, as his fingers left marks in her skin.

And when he felt her let go, her inner walls squeezing him, milking him as she came hard, he released, jerking his hips vigorously, having no control over his body. He grunted roughly, gripping her hips and continuing to slam into her.

Her hips bucked backward as moans escaped her lips with no inhibition. She could feel him pulsate inside of her, sending more waves of pleasure throughout her body. It felt like a series of blissful detonations that started from her core and exploded into to every extremity, every organ, and every nerve.

Coming down from the intense high, he leaned forward, still inside of her, and rested his hands on the table on either side of her as she panted beneath him. She tried to stand upright but he didn’t budge, so her body leaned flush against his. He moved one hand from the table and rested it on her stomach, holding her to him. He kissed the back of her head and kept his lips there, panting into her hair.

When he finally pulled out of her, a small groan escaped both of their lips. As she pulled her pants up and adjusted herself, he discarded the condom in a trashcan in the corner, leaving a nice little surprise for someone to discover later. He tucked himself into his underwear and turned to find her leaning against the table, watching him. He walked back over to her and held her face in his hands then kissed her roughly.

“Let’s go before they come looking for us,” she mumbled into his mouth.

He pulled away from the kiss and saw a smoky look of satisfaction in her eyes. She smiled.

“I’ll go first,” she said, moving toward the door. She opened it and peeked down the hall then glanced back at him and nodded toward his crotch. “Don’t forget to zip up your pants.”

On that note, she slithered through the door and out of his sight.

Frustrated, he slammed his fist into the wall. He needed that release from the rush of adrenaline that he got after a show. And she gave it to him, good and hard.

But now, he needed a release from the rush of adrenaline that he got from her.

Notes

So appreciative of the kind feedback I got from some of you! I didn't even know this site existed until two days ago, so I am very thankful for the welcoming comments I got! Hope everyone enjoyed this chapter as well!