Brian's POV:

Starla moaned loudly as I thrusted into her, though really, I only cared about my own release. Jenna's face fleeted through my mind for a few moments, but I pushed it back, refusing to think about it. I quickened my pace, shoving myself in and out of Starla aggressively as she screamed and scratched at the red velvet of the pool table I had her bent over.

"Goddamn Syn!" She screeched, using my stage name as per my request. "You fuck like an animal!"

I came moments later, shuddering, an animalistic growl tearing through my throat. I immediately pulled out of her, disposing of the used condom before pulling a wad of Fifties out of my wallet and throwing them at her. I paid no mind to Starla as she dressed herself and stowed my money away in her purse, not until she approached me and planted a kiss on my cheek.

"I rather enjoyed that." She murmured into my ear. "Maybe we could do this again sometime, free of charge." I felt her slip something into my hand.

She saw herself out and I threw away the small piece of paper with her phone number on it, uninterested in a second encounter. I picked up my jeans and boxers and pulled them back on, before retrieving my lighter and packet of Malboro's from the kitchen bench. I slumped down in one of the sofas in front of the TV and lit up a smoke, inhaling the sweet nicotine...

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Ruby's POV:

"You think he's gonna be pissed at me?" I asked Matt as the elevator stopped on my floor. "I did just run off on him."
"Maybe." Matt nodded. "But he'll get over it."

As we started walking up the hallway, a familiar looking blonde approached us from the opposite direction. She flashed a flirtatious smile Matt's way as she passed us, and continued on her way.

"Hookers." Matt sighed.
"I recognize her."
Matt raised an eyebrow at me.
"She was outside when Brian and I arrived here..." I trailed off. "And I think she just came from the direction our suite is in." I growled, quickening my pace. I reached the door and began banging on it. "BRIAN!"
A few moments passed and he answered. "Ahh, she's home." He smirked. "Matt." He nodded in acknowledgement. "So this is who you ran off with then?" He sneered.
"It wasn't like that, man." Matt replied, his voice stern. "Whatever little dispute you two are having, I want no part in it." He said. "Goodnight." He turned and left.
"Matt!" I snapped after him, annoyed.
"Aww, someone got the root and boot." Brian teased.
"Shut up." I grunted, shoving past him into the suite.
"Have fun before he ditched your ass?"
"If you must know, nothing fucking happened!" I snapped. "Because I, unlike you, have some fucking self control!"
"Oh, I have control, I just didn't have much of a care to give tonight." Brian chuckled.
"At least Matt has some fucking decency, unlike you." I growled. "He actually treated me with respect tonight, a trait that you seem to slack." I spat. "Right now, Matt's looking like the better choice." The words slipped out before I had the chance to stop them. "Fuck." I swore under my breath.
"Better choice?" Brian mused, quirking an eyebrow.
"No, I would never go there with you, you're completely fucking full of it!" I felt my pulse pick up, adrenaline running through my veins with my rising anger. "Maybe I made a mistake tonight, turning Matt down." I smirked. "Maybe I should have done more."
"Nah, I know you, you won't fuck unless they mean something to you." He chuckled. "Besides, I know it's not Matt you're attracted to, it's the way he looks."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I scowled.
"I know your type, Ruby." He smirked, as he approached me. He backed me up against the padded wall behind me, placing one hand up on the wall. "I know what you like." He breathed, taking one of my hands in his own.
"Brian-"
He interrupted me. "Long hair," He brushed my fingers through his dark locks. "Big arms," He made my hand cup one of his broad shoulder muscles. "And tattoos." He ran my hand down his arm.
My eyes fell to the brightly coloured monsters that decorated his entire left arm.
He let go, and placed the hand he'd been controlling mine with up on the wall behind me, closing me in. "I know you're attracted to me." He smirked. "I've seen the way your eyes roam my body when you think I'm not looking." He licked his lips.
"You're crazy." I pouted.
"Am I?" He challenged me, leaning in towards me.
His lips ghosted along my jaw and I swallowed hard, feeling the warmth pooling between my legs. "Brian." I breathed. "Stop it."
"Don't fight it." He whispered in my ear. "I know you've thought about it." He nibbled on my earlobe.
The sensation caused a certain part of me to pulse with desire. "We can't."
"And why not?" He chuckled, running a hand up my thigh. "I'm sure you'd enjoy it." He purred, trailing light kisses down my neck.
"We're best friends." I whimpered, balling my hands into fists at my sides. "I don't want to ruin that."
He stopped and looked up at me, piercing my eyes with his own. "You wouldn't." His tone was serious. "Nothing could ever ruin our friendship."
"This could." I croaked.
His hands cupped my face. "I would never let that happen." His expression was sincere.
I licked my lips, watching as Brian's eyes fell to my lips, admiring the simple action.

Before I could fully register what was happening; Brian's hands were around my wrists, pinning me up against the wall. He crushed his mouth against mine, and I moaned against my will as he parted my bottom lip from the top with a bite. In an instant, his tongue dived into my mouth, curling around my own. Brian had me pinned against my will and was kissing me without my permission. I was furious with him.

But god, did it feel good...

As our tongues began a tantalizing dance, I felt the shock of his sudden actions subside, and my eyes fluttered closed. I'd never admit it to the cocky, egotistical bastard, but the man really knew how to kiss. My inner thighs ached as Brian's tongue caressed mine, teasing and seductive. I involuntarily moaned into his mouth and felt him smile into the kiss; satisfied with my reaction.

All too soon he pulled away, earning a whimper from me. He released his borderline painful grip on my wrists. I dropped my arms, letting them hang awkwardly by my sides. Brian smirked as I panted, my chest heaving. He cupped my face in one hand.

"See?" He whispered, running the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip, slightly swollen from his kiss, and his bite. "You like it."
I didn't respond, pursing my lips and swallowing hard.
"You have no idea, how good I could make you feel." He said, voice low and husky, his hand falling to my inner thigh. "I could pound into you so fucking hard you'd be light-headed." He breathed into my ear, grabbing my hip in a painful grip, massaging his thumb against the shape of my hip bone. "Tears streaming down your face, raking your nails down my back." His other hand kneaded it's way up my leg, moving ever-closer to my warmth. "And judging by the fact you're not making any effort to stop me, I know you're considering it." He smirked, finally reaching his destination. He unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, brushing his hand between my legs.
I gasped at his touch.
"Your body definitely says yes." He teased. "Your panties are soaked."
"Fuck you." I scowled.
"Nice choice of words." He sniggered.
"That's enough from you." I growled, pushing him away. "I'm showering, then going to bed." I said, heading for the bathroom.
"Offer's always there." He laughed.
"Not gonna take it!" I retaliated.
"Enjoy your shower." He replied. "Try to not to touch yourself."
"Goodnight Brian!" I snapped, shutting myself in the bathroom.

Fuck him!

I stripped off and crossed the huge bathroom, turning on the hot water and stepping into the shower. I leant back against the black tiled wall and let out a less than discreet grunt of frustration.

He'd gotten to me; I was willing to admit it to myself. Brian had gotten me so fucking worked up and desperate for his touch. He'd been so seductive; known exactly what to say and how to touch me. I couldn't honestly say I was surprised; It was Brian, he was a charmer.

"Try not to touch yourself." His words rang in my mind.

I thought on it for a moment, considering it. Brian would have a right old laugh if he found out I'd done it. But of course, he didn't need to know. I could lie, pretend that I'd just cleaned myself off and nothing else. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep unless I "took care of it"

With a sigh of defeat, I closed my eyes and leant my head back against the wall, slowly running my hand down my stomach. I lightly dragged a finger over my clit, applying a hint of pressure, and had to suck in a moan. I was a lot more sensitive right now that I'd thought.

I imagined Brian; his thin lips curling into a smirk, his eyes dark with lust. I began to massage my clit in lazy circles, building up the tension. I ran my other hand down my side, massaging the dip in my hip bone, remembering how good it had felt when Brian had done it just moments before. I trailed my hand lower, running my fingers over my slit.

"Fuck." I whispered; I was practically dripping.

I slipped two fingers inside myself, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves. I applied more pressure to my clit and began to rub harder, adding to my growing pleasure. I bit my bottom lip as a moan tried to escape, the image of Brian's dark eyes and tousled black hair filling my mind.

I imagined him in here with me, one hand up on the wall while he teased me with his talented guitarist fingers. Picturing his smirk, his body, his muscles flexing as he touched me was enough to send me over the edge. I shut my mouth and tried my hardest to keep the loud moan from coming out. I was lightheaded for a few seconds, panting when I came to.

You just did exactly what he wanted you to do...

So what? Five months was waaay too long to have gone without any form of sexual contact, I was at breaking point. I was Human, I had needs, end of story. I knew it couldn't have been as satisfying as Brian touching me might be, but it'd ease the tension for a short while, at least I'd be able to get to sleep now.

I turned off the hot water and stepped out of the shower, grabbing the white towel on the rail and wrapping it around myself. I walked slowly back into our room. Brian wasn't in bed yet, for which I was thankful. Facing him would be so awkward after what I'd just done.

"Offer's always there." His words echoed once again.

I tried not to think about it as I got dressed, even when my eyes rolled back into my head as I dried between my legs before slipping on my underwear. I guess getting myself off hadn't worked as well as I'd thought.

I pulled on my skeleton onesie, turned off the light, and crawled into bed. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on falling asleep, but my mind ran amok with thoughts. Thoughts of Brian holding me against the wall, thoughts of a different version of what had happened before, where I had given into my desires.

Fuck!

I couldn't deny it; I was curious now, and it was going to bug me every waking moment. I just hoped I'd be able to resist the temptation, though something told me I wouldn't be able to get the thought out of my head until I'd given into my desires...

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