Broken Arrow

A loud drumming noise awoke me from my slumber the next morning. “WAKE THE FUUUUCK UPPPPP.” shrieked a voice that was unmistakably Jimmy’s. “IT’S VIDEO DAY!!”
"Ugh." I groaned, rolling over to check my phone. "Jimmy, for fucks sake, it's 7am!"
"And we gotta be on set by 9!" He drummed on the bedroom door again. "So up and at 'em, motherfucker!"

I heard the floorboards outside thud as he audibly bounced around the suite, and I could faintly hear the muffled tune of him singing; "Just a spoonful of Jimmy helps the whole world go down!"

Shaking my head and laughing under my breath, I uttered a smile, and sat up. I heard a snore from behind me and turned to see Brian still sound asleep. - That man could sleep through a goddamn earthquake. Although, after being close friends with Jimmy since High School, it came as no surprise that Brian would be accustomed to his loud morning antics, and thus be undisturbed by them.

"Hey." I cooed, jabbing him in his shoulder with my index finger.
He grunted.
I shoved him.
"Hey!" He groaned. "Not cool!"
"Wake up, Shithead." I smirked. "Video shoot starts in two hours."
"That time already?" He grumbled, checking his phone.
"Yupp, so c'mon, big boy, up ya get." I teased.
He turned his attention back to me, and a smirk spread across his face. "Big boy?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow.
I rolled my eyes. "Just get up."

I retrieved my towel from where I'd left it on the floor the night before, and made my way into the bathroom. The room quickly filled with steam as I adjusted the temperature and stepped into the shower. I zoned out, facing the shower head, enjoying the sensation of the water as it washed over me.

Suddenly, I flinched, startled, as a pair of large, tattooed arms wrapped around my shoulders. Soft lips pressed against the base of the back of my neck where it met my shoulder, sending shivers down my spine. I spun around and opened my mouth to protest, but it was quickly covered by Brian's hand.

He pressed a finger to his lips, guiding me back against the wall. The hand covering my mouth was drawn away, and then he took both of my own and placed them over my head, much like he had last night. I closed my eyes as his lips glided over mine, and lust washed over me, rendering me powerless and unable to resist.

I slid my hands over his shoulders, entwining them in his long, dark hair, gently stroking the back of his neck where his hairline ended. He moaned into the kiss and I became suddenly highly aware that his naked body was pressed firmly against mine as I felt his hardness spring up between my legs. He grinded against me gently, earning low, barely audible moans from me each time he passed over my clit.

I broke the kiss to moan louder as my pleasure grew, my face buried in his shoulder. His lips met my neck and parted, and I felt the sudden shooting pain as he bit me. I cried out in response, and he bit me again, holding on a little longer this time. All the while, continuing his slow, gentle movements against me. I felt myself begin to tighten on the inside, aching with desire. Coming closer... closer...
And then he drew away, smirking.

I shot him the fiercest of daggers as I came to my senses, and back to reality.
"I knew you wanted it." He whispered, and swiftly jumped out of the shower, leaving me on my own...

***

Brian had already left by the time I'd gotten out of the shower - which had taken longer than necessary given the state he'd left me in. I'd quickly gotten dressed and done my makeup in record time - usually one to take my time, but that wasn't an option today. I chucked on the first thing I could find; A leather pleated skirt, paired with a corseted zip up leather top with a plunging V-neck and criss-crossing lace across the bust. They'd been a gift from Trixie upon arriving in Vegas, her excuse being "You should at least LOOK like you belong here with Avenged Sevenfold."

The Nevada sun shone bright overhead, and the air was thick and humid as Kiki's Chevy Caprice Classic - Freshly polished and as bright a red as ever - tore down the highway toward the location where the boys were filming their video.

"WHOO HOO!" Demi screamed from behind me as Blur's Song 2 blasted from the car radio.
She was perched atop the backseat, how she wasn't flying out of the car was beyond me. I watched as she headbanged and flailed and swung around a pink fly swatter. - Where and when, and why she had acquired it, was beyond me. I gazed ahead as the hotel the boys were shooting at came into our view.

We pulled up outside and the four of us - Kiki, Trixie, Demi and Myself - Got out. The boys were already out the front waiting, and Kiki passed the keys to Matt. He and the rest of the band - minus Jimmy, who was a little pre-occupied laughing manically as Demi spanked him with the fly swatter - piled into the car.

"Wait." I said. "They're borrowing your car for the shoot?"
"Well duh." chuckled Kiki. "The video is based upon Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, and it just so happens my car is almost identical to the car that's featured in the movie."
It was like a lightbulb had gone off in my head. "I totally had not registered that until now." I replied, with what was probably a very dumb look on my face.

"JIMMY!" Matt roared. "GET. IN. THE CAR."
"Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!" He spluttered, snatching the pink fly swatter out of Demi's hands and jumping into the backseat.

The girls and I watched as the guys drove back the way we'd come, followed closely by the film crew. Demi grabbed my hand and led me to the bar, the other girls following close behind.

"We're not gonna watch them film?" I asked.
"Please." She scoffed. "They're busy, the film crew aren't gonna let us anywhere near them for the next few hours."
"And they'll be driving up and down that highway for the next hour or so, doing take after take after take." Trixie groaned. "Trust me, it's not very thrilling to watch from a distance."
"I've always found filmaking to be quite fascinating." I admitted.
"My DICK is quite fascinating, now shut up, and let's get drunk!" Demi cried, before turning to order us a round of Tequila shots.
"Demi, it's 10am."
"Your point?" She scoffed.
"Vegas Baby." Trixie chimed in. "Time is irrelevent here."
"So git with it, Nigs." teased Demi, passing the Salt around as the bartender placed a bowl of half-cut lemons in front of us.
"Ready?" said Kiki, passing me a shot. "Three."
"Two." said Trixie.
"One." said Demi.
We clinked our shot glasses in cheers, took our salt, and drank, all snatching up a piece of lemon afterward.
"LET'S GET THIS FUCKING PARTY STARTED!" Demi yelled.

A few Tequila shots later, Demi and Trixie were basically re-enacting Coyote Ugly atop the bar - Which the bartender seemed not to mind one bit - As Kiki and I watched, laughing ourselves into stitches. Through a tipsy haze, it began to sink in how glad I was that I had a crazy group of girlfriends to party with now. I never thought I'd have this.

"She really is the female version of Jimmy." laughed Kiki, gesturing at Demi, who'd now put cocktail umbrellas in her hair and was doing some sort of weird, egyptian dance. "Just as crazy, just as random."
"They fit together perfectly." I agreed. "I'm envious." I sighed.
"You and Brian would fit perfectly if you gave that a shot." she teased.
"Oh please." I scoffed. "Brian's the biggest fuckboy there ever was."
"I get the feeling he'd be different with you."
"I don't even know, man..." I breathed. "Since we got here..." I shook my head. "Actually no, forget it."
"No, too late, spill." Kiki demanded.
"Things got a little heated last night... and this morning."
"Oh, really?" she grinned, raising her eyebrows in interest.
"I'll save you the details." I chuckled. "Not much, but enough."
"Dude, just fuck him and get it out of your system." she laughed. "The fucking sexual tension is so thick between you two, one could literally cut it with a knife."
"I just worry about our friendship, I mean, I just got him back."
"What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." She winked, raising her glass to me.
I licked my lips and gazed downward in thought.
"Just do it." she hissed.

***

Whilst Matt, Johnny and Zacky were being driven to the Peppermill Lounge to shoot a scene with just the three of them and a bunch of female actresses, Brian and Jimmy had joined us at the bar to kill time. I was half a dozen Tequila shots, two Vodka and Raspberries, and several Captain Morgan's and Coke's in at this point, and somehow, still able to hold myself upright.

I watched from my table as Jimmy and Brian played a game of Pool, trying to concentrate on the game. However, in my intoxicated state, my mind only travelled back to the events of this morning, and the night before. Brian was dressed fairly casual for a change, in a white t-shirt with a large skull print, his usual 10,000 belts over his jeans, and one of his favourite fedora's atop his head.
But even despite his casual dress, my eyes roamed what little skin was visable, his arms, his neck... travelling up to his face, his lips...

"Just fuck him and get it out of your system" Kiki's words echoed in my mind.

I wasn't sure if it was simply the alcohol, or true desire, but as the game ended, I approached Brian and grabbed his hand. He made no attempt to stop me as I dragged him down a hallway and out of sight, shoving him into the wall and covering his mouth with my own. His hands went to the back of my neck and he kissed me back, Hard.

"Someone's eager." He chuckled as we broke apart.
"Says you." I smirked. "That stunt this morning."
"That was an experiment."
"I think it's working."
"You're just drunk." He laughed. "Not that I'm complaining, bu--"

I shut him up, resuming the heated kiss from before. The minutes passed by in a blur, the room was spinning - and not from the alcohol. Brian flipped me around and closed me in against the wall. Never breaking the kiss, his thumb found the familiar sensitive spot in my hip, massaging it and making me moan against his mouth. His free hand travelled up my thigh, under my skirt, and he applied the slightest pressure as his hand slipped between my legs.

"Ahem." We heard someone clear their throat, interrupting us, and turned to see Jimmy leaning against the wall nearby, a smirk on his face. "Nice, nice, but perhaps a bit too public, don'tcha think?" He teased.
"It's--" Brian started, but Jimmy cut him off.
"Don't even try the "it's not what it looks like" line." He laughed. "It's exactly what it looks like, and the crew just called, they're ready to film the next scene and need us at the hotel room in ten minutes." His attention shifted to me. "Sorry Ruby, duty calls."
I was thankful for the makeup I had heaped on today, as I was almost certain I'd turned beet red.
Brian leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered; "We'll pick this up later."

He drew back, smirked, winked, and I watched as he and Jimmy left...

***

I stood in the corner of a room covered in red and white damask wallpaper, one wall defiled by black spray paint that read "THIS IS BAT COUNTRY", a broken TV, a cheap bed and anything and everything that made it look like some mad partying had gone on.

Brian had made quick work of changing into an all black outfit, removing the fedora and piling on more eyeliner in a timespan of only ten minutes, and was now standing on his knees on the bed with his guitar around his shoulders. Two girls in lingerie - one wearing all black, the other bright red - danced around he and Zacky as they played their guitars, back to back.

"Nothing quite like two sexy guitarists who rub against each other whilst playing solo's, no?" Kiki muttered into my ear. "Though if the one in black doesn't back the fuck up a little, I'll kick their ass."
"You're jealous of Brian?" I laughed.
"No, the little whore in the black lingerie."
"They're just actresses..." I trailed off, watching as the girl in red ran her hand over Brian's chest from behind, feeding him whipped cream from a can.
"He sure seems to be enjoying it." Kiki commented.
"He's a single male with a sexually appealing woman feeling him up and feeding him whipped cream, what do you expect?" I defended.
Brian's eyes met mine from across the room, and suddenly, I was burning with jealousy toward the girl in red...

***

The sun was beginning to set as everyone prepared to shoot the final scene of the day. The rest of the guys and their girlfriends had already left and headed back to the Hard Rock for the night, leaving Brian and I alone as he shot his solo scene. A giant sign reading "SYN" had been set up, and he stood in front, playing his heart out for the camera.

He'd changed yet again, now in a grey t-shirt with a giant black cross on it. It hugged close to his body, accentuating his perfectly sculpted chest and not leaving much to the imagination. I watched, mesmerized, as his fingers darted across the fretboard, my mind travelling far from G-Rated places. He thrusted his hips against his guitar and I feel a surge of desire coarse through me.

"We'll pick this up later" he'd said earlier.

Later couldn't come soon enough...

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