Don't You Dare

The merch area was separated from the main stage by a wall, which bummed Aubrey out as she couldn’t see the guys while they played. But she would take momentary breaks from the merch booth when there were no customers to peek around the wall and catch a glimpse of the guys playing.

She felt an odd sense of pride when she watched them perform. Yes, they had become her friends, but she felt bound to them by something more; she was really proud of them. She was even starting to learn some of their songs, which made sense when she heard them night after night.

Her favorite part of their set, by far, was anytime Zacky Vengeance and Synyster Gates (because, yes, she did feel like they were different people on stage) played guitar riffs and/or solos side-by-side. It was so aesthetically pleasing but also really cool to watch them play so closely together.

And just like always, watching Brian play as Synyster Gates sent tingles between her thighs. She always made a mental note to stay away from him after the show. They hadn’t hooked up in days, but she still had to remind herself each night that no matter how much she enjoyed having sex with him - which was A LOT - she had to stop. And the guys were so amped after shows, she was bound to end up beneath him if she didn’t watch her back closely.

The show ended fairly early that night due to a local curfew law for promoters, so everything was accounted for and loaded in the storage compartment before 11 o’clock that night. She met the guys in the green room, and as always, they were amped and throwing stuff around.

“AC!” Jimmy shouted as he did a cartwheel and landed at her feet.

“What’s up?” She said with a laugh. “You guys sounded great tonight.”

“Thank you, beautiful woman,” Jimmy replied as he jumped to his feet. “We’re gonna head to this strip club down the road, do you want to come with us?”

At his bandmate’s question, Brian snapped his head up and watched Aubrey’s face closely to gauge her reaction to them going to a strip club.

She laughed. “Nah.”

“Val is going,” Matt offered. “Just in case you were worried about being the only girl.”

She smiled in appreciation but she wasn’t feeling the strip club tonight. “I think I’m just gonna stay on the bus tonight. Thanks though.”

“Alright, well, all you other bitches need to hurry and shower, because none of those fine ass strippers are gonna wanna shake their asses on your smelly, sweaty balls, so let’s get a move on,” Johnny demanded, clapping his hands twice to speed everyone up.

“Bossy little bitch,” Zack commented as he rolled his eyes.

None of the guys moved, completely ignoring Johnny’s request.

Brian was still mostly focused on Aubrey’s face, but she didn’t seem bothered by their plans. Not that he expected her to be. But most girls would be. Although, if he’s learned anything at all these last couple weeks, it’s that Aubrey is not most girls, as cliché as that sounds.

Once everyone was ready to go, they walked out of the venue together and said their goodbyes to their merch girl.

“You guys have fun,” Aubrey said as she separated from the group.

“Okay, if you change your mind, call me and I’ll tell you how to get there!” Valary told her.

“Thanks!” She called back as she walked toward the parking lot. But instead of walking to the bus, she kept walking down the road, wanting to view the small town they were in. Not much was open at that hour, but she enjoyed seeing the cute little shops that were probably bustling with customers during the day.

She continued down the road, passing a movie theater with teenagers strewn about on the sidewalk then a bakery then a produce stand. She continued until she stumbled upon a nearby park that had cute benches and a playground. She took a seat on the swings and began to rock back and forth.

The wind in her hair felt refreshing and she appreciated the small moment of silence and solidarity.

When she agreed to go on this tour, she wasn’t sure how she would feel about living on a cramped tour bus with what she expected to be a bunch of smelly guys with rockstar attitudes, but she wanted to give it a shot anyway. Much to her surprise, not only were the guys not smelly rockstars, but she also thoroughly enjoyed being on tour and roughing it for a while. It was so different than anything she had done and anything she had ever expected herself to do, and she was having so much fun with it. Maybe because she knew it was temporary, as she wouldn’t want to live that life forever.

But either way, as much as she found herself enjoying it, she found herself soaking in the brief time to herself, knowing those moments were sparse on tour. And while she relished in the fresh air, she made a few phone calls to her family members to check in and catch up on their lives and catch them up on her own life.

A little while later, she made her way back to the venue and approached the bus, anticipating another round of solitary silence since Merle had rented a hotel room for the night. But when she opened the door and climbed the steps into the living area, she immediately saw Brian standing between the bunks. He turned to her with a look of relief.

“Hey,” she greeted. “What’re you doing back already?”

“Where were you?” He asked, his voice somewhat strained and panicked.

“I just took a walk through town,” she answered simply as she set her phone down and began to take her jacket off.

“By yourself?” He asked.

“Yes?” She answered with a questioning intonation as she walked toward the bunks, where he was still standing.

“Are you insane? It’s almost midnight,” he admonished. “You could’ve been kidnapped. You’re on tour with a bunch of big ass dudes - you don’t need to go anywhere by yourself.”

She laughed and started to remind him that she’s a big girl and that no one was around to go with her anyway so she didn’t have another choice, but when she remembered the fact that no one else was around, her mood switched gears. And not in a smart, responsible way.

Because she was on the bus. With Brian. Alone. And all of her mental reminders about staying away from him flew out of the window.

As if a light switch had been flipped, suddenly, she wanted him. Hell, she always wanted him. But now that she could have him, she wanted him bad.

“Why aren’t you at the strip club?” She asked instead, continuing to walk over to him.

He immediately noticed the sultry change in her voice, feeing it in his groin. His jaw tightened as he tried to mentally repeat his mantra - no more sex with Aubrey, no more sex with Aubrey, no more sex with Aubrey.

“Busted ass girls on stage,” he answered quietly, his eyes never leaving her. “Johnny and Jimmy are still there but the rest of us left.”

“Where’s everyone else at?” She wondered, as she got so close he could feel her hot breath on his cheek.

“Matt and Val got a room for the night; they wanted some alone time. Zack left with some chick,” he told her, looking down into her heated eyes.

“Merle got a room for the night, too,” she said huskily.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

“That’s the plan,” she said wittily as she grabbed him by his neck and pulled him down to her mouth. She kissed him rough, immediately sliding her tongue into his open mouth. He kissed back with fervor as he turned and pushed her up against the bunks, grinding his pelvis into hers. But she had other ideas.

With their lips still attached, she pushed him the opposite way until his back hit the other side of the bunks with a thud. His mind was reeling at how she was taking control. So he let her. He let her remove his jacket. He let her rip off his shirt. He let her unbuckle his belt then unbutton his pants then yank down his zipper. And when she sank to her knees, he completely relinquished his control and gave it all to her.

His heart was racing, thumping in his chest as she tugged his pants down just far enough to free his throbbing member from his pants.

Aubrey wasted no time, running her tongue from the base of his shaft up to the tip then swirling her tongue around it before she wrapped her lips around him completely.

Brian couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He wanted this sight etched into his memory forever. Had he seriously sworn off sex with her before? Was he absolutely out of his god damned mind?

Aubrey placed one hand behind him on his bare ass, and brought the other hand to his cock, wrapping her fingers around him to supplement her mouth as she bobbed her head up and down.

She pulled her lips off with a smack and moaned as she looked up at him. “God, you’re huge,” she sighed, continuing to pump him with her hand.

Brian smirked smugly at her but didn’t respond.

“I’m serious,” she continued as she ran her tongue up his shaft again, keeping their eyes locked the whole time. “I don’t think I’ve ever been with a guy as big as you.”

He grunted as he jerked his hips involuntarily. “Jesus Christ. I appreciate the sentiment but if you don’t stop talking about how big my dick is, I’m going to nut before I’m even inside you.”

She smirked and took him in her mouth again, never breaking eye contact. She slowly took every inch of him in until he hit the back of her throat. She gagged slightly and his mouth fell open in pleasure at the sight of her unable to take him all in her mouth.

As she wrapped her lips around him again, she moved her hand to gently cup his balls. And he could’ve died right then and there. He didn’t know what the hell was happening but, out of all the great blowjobs he had ever received, this was the one that was going to kill him. He wasn’t going to survive it. In the best way possible.

He knew if he didn’t take back at least some of the control, he’d come too quick, so he grabbed a fistful of the hair at the back of her head to steady her and started gently rolling his hips. She followed his lead, allowing him to fuck her mouth. But in order to not let him have full control, she tightened the hand on his ass and with her other hand, she felt up his abs, dragging her fingernails down every ridge of his subtle six-pack.

“God damn,” he breathed, watching his cock slide in and out of her mouth.

When he was on the edge of an orgasm, he pulled her off of him and let go of her hair. He took a few deep breaths to regain his composure.

He went to grab her, to pull her to him for a kiss, but she quickly stood and backed up into the back lounge. He gave her a questioning look, but she motioned for him to follow her, and he knew exactly what was happening. He grabbed a condom from his wallet then kicked his pants off the rest of the way and moved to the lounge where she was taking her clothes off. He tried to grab her again, wanting to kiss her and help her remove her clothes, but she stopped him then pushed him backwards until he sat on the couch.

With a heated gaze, he watched her take the rest of her clothes off. She took the condom from him, rolled it on him herself, then climbed onto his lap. Holy fuck, he realized she was going to ride him.

She kissed him, letting him taste himself on her lips, then sank down on his dick slowly, taking him all in. He moaned into her mouth and she swallowed the sound with her own sigh.

She stayed still for a moment, always enjoying the feeling of his initial penetration. He slid a hand up to her neck and held her close as he continued to kiss her. She lifted her ass and began to bounce on him, working him over and riding him. He threw his head back and she took the opportunity to kiss his neck and collar bone, flicking her tongue across sensitive areas.

“Baby,” he groaned sternly, almost as a warning, even though he was unaware of the sounds that were leaving his mouth.

She sat up straight then leaned back a little, separating their bodies enough for him to see her entire torso as she began to roll her hips on him. Almost immediately, a familiar pleasant sensation began to burrow in her belly.

“Oh, fuck,” he grunted, watching her move. The motions didn’t give him a lot of stimulation but it was sexy as sin to watch and he could tell it was pleasing the hell out of her.

She continued to ride him like that, seeking out her own orgasm. He steadied her with a hand on each hip, gripping them as she moved. Although it didn’t physically do much for him, he could’ve come just watching her gyrate like that.

Every time they fucked, he felt lightheaded and dizzy. And this time was absolutely no exception. He was just thankful he was sitting down and she was forcing him to let her do all the work; he could hardly see straight.

He quickly recognized the look on her face when her eyes fluttered shut. She was about to come. Her head fell backwards and he had to tighten his grip on her hips to keep it together. Just watching her come would make him come, no doubt about it. With or without anyone touching his dick.

She sighed in pleasure as she leaned forward, her lips crashing into his. She bobbed up and down on him, sending him a jolt of unexpected pleasure. It wouldn’t take long; he was such a goner.

He couldn’t keep still any longer; he bucked his hips upward, pumping into her as she slammed down onto him. He gripped her hips so tight that his knuckles were turning white.

They were both seeing stars at the intensity of their bodies colliding.

“God, that feels good,” she groaned.

“So good,” he echoed, pressing his forehead against hers, watching as her mouth dropped down into an ‘O’ shape.

“Brian,” she sighed, clutching the back of his neck, holding his forehead to hers as she came on top of him, her body convulsing in rhythm.

Hearing her moan his name like that pushed him over the edge and his orgasm erupted through him like fireworks. “Yeah, just like that, baby,” he growled, bucking his hips over and over again until he was empty.

She went limp on top of him, resting her face into the crook of his neck as he relaxed beneath her. He let go of her hips but wrapped an arm around her back to keep her in place. His other hand rested on her thigh. And when she whimpered as the remnants of the orgasm continued to roll through her like an aftershock, he placed a gentle kiss on her head, keeping his face close to hers, inhaling her soft scent.

At that moment, he gave up. Stick a fork in him, he’s done. He’s not fighting it anymore. The entire earth moves when they have sex and he’s not going to deny it or avoid it any longer. He’s gonna enjoy whatever moments he can get with her, as long as she continues to be okay with it, because he knows he’s not ever going to sleep with anyone like her ever again.

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Blood splattered across the screen. A loud high-pitch shriek squeaked through the speakers. Aubrey wrinkled her nose in disgust as she brought a chip covered in blood-red salsa to her mouth. She sat in the living area of the bus at the dining table with one knee brought up to her chest as she watched some cheesy horror movie on the TV and had a midnight snack.

The door to the bus swung open with force. It startled Aubrey momentarily, thanks to the horror movie, until she heard Jimmy’s loud booming laughter. Seconds later, he and Johnny barreled up the stairs and into her sight.

“Yoo, AC,” Johnny greeted.

“Hey,” she replied, pretending that they hadn’t just scared the life outta her.

“Ooh, chips and salsa,” Jimmy chirped as he hurried over to the table and sat across from her then grabbed a large handful of chips. He moved the bowl of salsa in between them and smiled at her as he dipped a chip.

“Where are Zack and Gates?” Johnny asked.

“Zack’s not back yet,” Aubrey said, watching the TV. “Brian’s asleep, I guess.” She shrugged, trying to play it off like she didn’t know or care.

“What a pussy,” Johnny remarked as he moved through the bunks. “It’s not even 3 in the morning.”

Without warning, Jimmy shoved the rest of his handful of his chips in his mouth, crunching loudly and spilling chip crumbs everywhere. Aubrey furrowed her brow at him but laughed at his drunken antics.

“Holy shit,” Johnny hollered from the back lounge. “It smells like hot, dirty sex back here!”

Her eyes widened in fear. How the hell did he know?

“Oh, that’s why Brian is already asleep!” Jimmy said, muffled by the mouthful of chips, with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. “That’s why he was ‘bored’ at the strip club.” He made finger quotations when he said ‘bored.’

Her heart thumped in her chest. Did they seriously just get busted?

“Damn, he hasn’t brought a random chick back to the bus in a while!” Johnny said as he emerged from the bunk hallway.

Aubrey sighed with relief. Johnny obviously didn’t think that she was the girl.

“Wait, let’s go see what she looks like!” Johnny quipped as he darted back down through the bunks.

Jimmy scrambled out of his chair to get in on the action, stumbling into the small hallway.

Aubrey knew Brian didn’t have a girl in his bed, but she peeked around the corner and into the hall to watch. In an attempt to scare him or catch him off guard, Johnny quickly whipped back the curtain on Brian’s bunk.

“What, she’s gone already!” Johnny shouted, seeing his bandmate alone and unconscious.

Well, he was unconscious.

Confused and still half asleep, Brian sat up in his bunk. “Who’s gone? Why are you yelling?”

“You dog!” Johnny encouraged with a laugh as he walked back to the front lounge. “You didn’t waste any time kicking her out!”

Aubrey stifled a laugh as Brian climbed out of his bunk looking awfully adorable with disheveled hair and sleepy eyes, wearing only sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips. She eyed the tattoos that were inked across his body. How was she already wanting to jump his bones again?

“What’d she look like, AC?” Johnny wondered as he began making a sandwich. “I bet Gates was holding out for a good one.”

She shrugged as she resumed her seat at the table across from Jimmy again. “I didn’t see her. But I’m sure she was hot.”

“She was,” Brian remarked simply, smirking at her as he reached into the chip bag and grabbed a handful for himself.

She couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face.

“Oh! Sliced his head right off!” Jimmy exclaimed excitedly, watching the horror movie, completely oblivious to the innuendos that were literally right in front of his face.

“I bet she wasn’t as hot as the stripper who gave me a lap dance for a fuckin’ hour tonight,” Johnny argued.

“I promise my girl was hotter,” Brian answered, making eye contact with Aubrey as he said it.

She tried to hide the blush that graced her cheeks.

“Yeah and she didn’t cost you $300, did she, Brian?” Jimmy added, subtly calling Johnny out.

“You paid a stripper $300 for a fucking lap dance?” Brian gawked at the bass player.

“It lasted a whole fucking hour!” Johnny defended.

“You paid $300 for an hour-long boner,” Aubrey pointed out.

“$300 for blue balls,” Jimmy added.

“Wow. $300 to not even bust your load,” Brian quipped, shaking his head. “My girl was definitely hotter, I paid zero dollars, and I got off. Good and hard too.”

Aubrey’s thighs tightened at his words.

“Fuck you,” Johnny grumbled with a mouthful of his sandwich.

“Oh shit,” Jimmy commented on the horror movie again. “Kill that bitch, Jason!”

As he and Johnny focused their attention on the TV, Aubrey glanced over at Brian again. He winked at her cutely. She wondered what the guys would say if they knew she was the girl that Brian slept with that night. They were all so friendly and accepting, she was no longer worried that they would think less of her, though she thought less of herself. However, if they knew, it would give the relationship some tangibility.

Right now, they were sleeping together, but nothing was tying them together past that. The more people that knew, the more questions and comments that would arise. And she didn’t want their relationship to progress into anything more. Or regress into anything less, for that matter. She liked exactly what they were doing. Sure, it was probably real stupid to keep sleeping together without really discussing what the hell they were doing, but it was pretty clear that they couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. And as long as things stayed the way they were, she would be fine with the whole arrangement.

Notes

Thanks for reading! I have been so overwhelmed by all of the feedback I have received on my story! You guys are so supportive and encouraging, and it motivates me so much! Very thankful for all of you and your kind words! &*