My head was throbbing.

Morning had come, made only apparent by the dull glow of the clock radio in our bedroom, the room was otherwise dark. A feeling I could only describe as a large rubber band constricting around my skull shot through my head as I sat up. My stomach twisted a moment later, and I suddenly regretted everything I had thrown down last night.

Tequila. Vodka. Rum. Midori.

Bile rose in my throat, and I clapped my hand over my mouth and ran into the en-suite bathroom. Crashing to my knees in front of the toilet bowl, my stomach constricted and its contents shot out of my mouth with violent force. I wiped my mouth with toilet paper and blew my nose, eyes watering and nose snotty. Repulsive. I sat back against the bathroom wall, trying to catch my breath.

I heard a breathy chuckle as Brian entered the room. "Weak." He teased.
"Fuck you, Brian." I croaked, my voice hoarse from vomiting.
"Not in that state." He smirked.
I rolled my eyes.
"Come on," He laughed, holding a hand out, helping me me to my feet. "Let's get some food into you."

While I rinsed my mouth out and brushed my teeth, I could hear Brian on the phone in our room. I splashed my face with warm water and dried it with a towel, pulling my red locks into a loose ponytail before leaving the bathroom. I flopped back down on the bed. My stomach felt better, but my head was still killing me. Groaning, I put the back of my hand, cool from washing my hands in cold water, against my forehead.

"Food's on the way, Cuntbag." He grinned, hanging up the phone.
"Cheers, Shithead."
"No worries." He flopped down beside me, laying on his side, facing me, face propped up on one hand. "You talk big, but you can't hold your liquor."
"Shut the fuck up." I grumbled, closing my eyes, which only made the room spin more. "God, I feel like Hell." I covered my eyes with my arm.
"If I were a good friend, I'd say go easier next time." He chuckled. "But I'm a terrible friend, so I'm only gonna encourage you until your body hardens the fuck up."
"I'll remember that when I develop diabetes." I smirked.

I felt his weight leave the bed, and then return a few moments later.

"Sit up." He ordered.
I sat up and took the glass of water he handed to me. "Thanks."
"Hydrate."
"Yes, Daddy." I chuckled.
He cringed. "Please don't."
"I'm just fucking with you." I grinned, poking my tongue out.
"Not yet you're not." He smirked.
I bit my lip, remembering last night.

The buzzer went off, letting us know someone was outside our hotel suite wanting to be let in. Brian left the room again, and I sipped at my water until he returned, wheeling a trolley laden with our food into the room. Bacon, Eggs, Grilled Cheese and Tomato. And Coffee, sweet, sweet Coffee. I snatched up the mug and drank deeply.

"Easy." He said. "It'll aggravate your stomach if you drink it too fast."
"Since when are you my Nurse?" I remarked.
"Since I promised I'd take care of you." He smiled, prompting one in return from me.

We ate in silence, and then Brian gathered up the empty tray and placed it back on the trolley. He joined me on the bed once more, laying back down beside me. I closed my eyes, the spinning sensation had stopped now I'd had water and something to eat.

"Feel better?" He asked.
"Mhm." I murmured, nodding, my eyes remained closed.

I felt his fingers curl into my hair, tracing lazy circles against my head as his thumb stroked just behind my ear. His touch was gentle, but as the minutes passed, I felt tingles begin to run through my body. I let out a low moan, and felt his free hand travel across my stomach. His fingertips trailed along the exposed skin below the hemline of my shirt, before slipping beneath the fabric and traveling up my side.

My hand reached out buried itself in his hair as I drew him in and pressed my lips to his. I kissed him softly as he kneaded my breasts, sending sparks down south. I wrapped one leg around his waist and pressed my hand against his back, forcing him closer. His hand withdrew from under my shirt and trailed over the back of my thigh, before groping my ass, slowly working his way in between my legs.

Anticipation rising, I ran my tongue along his bottom lip, making his part, and curled my tongue around his. The kiss grew a little more forceful, deep breaths passing between us each time we parted. His fingers brushed against my warmth, covered only by my underwear, and I moaned against his mouth.

In an instant, he was on top of me, pinning me down as his lips repeated their path from last night, traveling along my jawline, down my neck, nipping at me lightly. His tongue trailed back up my neck and I exhaled one long breath at the action. He released his grip on one of my wrists and held my chin between his thumb and index finger.

His eyes bore into mine as his thumb brushed against my bottom lip, prying both of them apart. I licked at his thumb and his eyes darkened, his thumb slipping into my mouth. I sucked on it as he pulled it back out, licking at the tip, never breaking eye contact.

"You little Minx." He smirked.
I returned his smirk with one of my own. "And here you thought I was so innocent." I whispered.
"I'd like to know what else that pretty little mouth of yours can do." He purred.

We were interrupted by a sudden knock at the door.

"Brian, get up and get dressed." Johnny's voice sounded from behind the door. "Larry called, and the label wants us to give the fans some face time in the casino room in about half an hour, and then we've got a photoshoot later this evening for the new album."
"Okay! I'll be out shortly!" Brian called back. "No rest for the weary, always working, even on vacation." He groaned.
"You're here on business anyway." I chuckled. "A video shoot isn't a vacation."
"Vegas is supposed to be, though." He grumbled, lifting himself off of me and sitting on his feet. He glanced downward, groaning at his erection straining against his boxer briefs. "Damn." He sighed.
"Duty calls." I smirked.

***



It was late evening, and Trixie, Kiki, Demi and I were having cocktails in the suite's hot tub. I probably should'nt have been drinking two nights in a row, but, such was the vibe of being in Vegas. I'd decided I wasn't going to think about anything on this trip, not Jack, not any complications recent events might have on my friendship with Brian, not the fact that I'd need to return to Chicago at some point to move my belongings to Orange Country. While I was in Vegas, those things didn't exist.

"So." Demi piped up. "How'd things go with Brian last night?"
"Did he let you touch his winky?" Kiki chuckled.
"Not yet." I giggled. "But I let him touch me."
"Ohhh gurl." said Demi.
"And go down on me." I smirked.
"GEDDIT, GURL!" she cried, hi-fiving me from across the hot tub. "Now you're a super slut like the rest of us!" she laughed.
"I'd hardly consider one night of messing around with my best friend, after nothing since my Ex, me being a super slut."
"Hurry up and get dicked and you will be." Kiki smirked.

It was only now that I glanced over and saw Trixie staring down into her cocktail glass, stirring the crushed ice with her straw, lost in thought. I knew that look, I'd had it plenty of times these last few months.

"Trixie." I piped up. "You okay?"
"Yeah, you're awfully quiet, Nigs." Demi noted.
"Things have been..." she sighed. "Kind of slow between Matt and I of late." she confessed.
"How so?" I asked.
"He's just..." she paused. "Distant, I guess."
"Distant how?" asked Demi.
"We haven't slept together in a month, he never wants to spend any time alone with me, I just hover around in the background when we have social gatherings." she vented. "It's like I don't matter anymore, or, at least, he doesn't show me that I matter."
Demi hugged her, and Trixie forced a weak smile at the gesture.
"Sit him down the first chance you have to get him alone." I said. "Talk to him about it."
"What if he's done with me?"
"You won't know unless you ask." Kiki pointed out.
"I'll even try to talk to him if you want." I suggested.
"You'd do that?"
"Of course, Matt's like my big brother." I reminded her. "If anyone's gonna make him talk, it'll be me."
Trixie smiled. "Thank you."
"I propose a toast;" Kiki raised her glass. "To men being absolute hopeless idiots."
"I'll drink to that!" said Demi.

The four of us clinked our glasses together, and downed our drinks in one go...

Notes

Thank you sooo much to the people who commented when I first re-posted this entire story thus far on here. It's been recently resurrected after a three-year hiatus as I was going through some seriously severe writers block. Comments keep me motivated, to keep 'em coming, and I hope you're enjoying the story! x