Brian's POV

I hated flying. I wasn't afraid of heights, I just hated being confined to one small space for a long period of time, it drove me stir-crazy. I'd long since run out of ways to occupy myself, not anticipating how quickly I'd get through Jimmy's copy of Marilyn Manson's autobiography; The Long Hard Road Out Of Hell. Now I was bored. Really bored.

"Hey, Rev." I nudged Jimmy, who was one wink away from falling asleep in the seat beside me.
"Yeah?" he answered, his tone colourless and sounding just as bored as I felt.
"You still pissed at me?"
"Nah, man." he sighed. "Disappointed, maybe, but not pissed."
"Well, that's a relief."
"I'm just sick of watching you act like an asshole."
"How so?" I asked.
"How you don't see it is beyond me..."
"See what?"
"Ruby." said Jimmy. "You're hurting her."
"Not intentionally."
"She cares about you so much." he sighed, playing with one of his hairsprayed spikes. "And I know you care about her, you may have everyone else fooled, but not me."
"I do care about her." I agreed. "I always have, she's my best friend."
He turned to look at me; "It's more than that now, and you know it."
I chewed on my nails, avoiding a response.
"Are you in love with her?" Jimmy asked.
"I don't know..." I frowned, picking at the nail I'd just chomped on.
"Well, you'd best start figuring it out." he said. "Because she's falling in love with you."

***

Ruby's POV

Bam had stayed true to his promise; He, Ryan, Raab and Rake had shown up late afternoon to clear out and rid the place of any evidence of last night's party. Too tired and hungover to do anything else, I was currently laying on my bed, scrawling away in my notebook again.

But I guess it's kinda messed me up
'Cause I fell harder for you than I intended to
But I guess it's all a waste
'Cause you feel nothing for me, do you?
And I've tried, I've tried, so fucking hard
Not to think of you at night

I tapped my pen on the page, writing lyrics was fucking difficult. I'd been out of practice with songwriting for way too long, it felt like I'd lost my knack for it. But watching Julia and McKenna the past few days was giving me the itch to make music again. It was almost alien to me, now. I'd more or less lost my desire to make music after Jack had left me. I was distracted as a knock came at my bedroom door;

"Yeah?" I called, sitting up as I slid the pen into the notebook's spine and set it aside.
The door opened, and Brian walked into the room. He crawled across my bed, and laid his head in my lap, wrapping his arms around me.
"You okay?" I asked, stroking his hair.
"Mhm, long flight." he sighed. "Don't stop!" he protested, as I tried to remove my hand from his hair.
"You sure?"
"Mmm." he mumbled, tightening his arms around me. "I missed you."
"I missed you, too..." I breathed.

I had almost forgotten how beautiful and soft Brian's hair was. As I threaded my fingers through his long, dark locks, he slowly slipped into a peaceful sleep in my lap...

***

I'd ended up falling asleep myself, and re-awoke some hours later to a pair of large, colourfully tattooed arms wrapped around me. Shivers ran down my spine as a familiar pair of lips gently brushed against my shoulder from behind, and I exhaled, closing my eyes.

One arm unwrapped itself from around me and Brian's fingertips lightly trailed along my collarbone. They made their way across the top of my shoulder, traveling down my upper arm and causing my breaths to become ragged with how sensitive I was there. His hand slid over my breast, gently kneading it, pinching my nipple through the fabric of my camisole.

I curled inward a little from his actions, and his hand traveled lower, feeling the curve in my waist as he made his way down. The tiny bonds boyshorts I lazed around in had ridden up in my sleep, exposing the top of my thighs and just a tiny bit of my ass. Brian's calloused touch against my outer thighs sent a warm rush to my core, growing hotter as his hand grasped my ass in a firm grip, making me moan.

He gently rolled me over onto my back, still cradling me with one arm. I watched his large hand trail down my stomach, sliding beneath the fabric, and whimpered as his finger lightly brushed my clit. I looked up at him, his dark eyes locking with mine.

"Is this okay?" he asked. "Should I stop?"
I licked my lips in thought. "No" I breathed. "I don't want you to stop."

His hand traveled lower, and I gasped as he slid two long fingers inside me. I'd almost forgotten how deep he could reach, much further than I could when I had no choice but to do it myself. I groaned as he curled them inside me, gently stroking my g-spot, making me arc my back in response.

"Shh!" he hissed. "Mac's home."

I bit my lip as he began to slowly pump his fingers in and out of me. He never increased the speed, and it was like torture, beautiful torture. I squirmed in his arms and moaned again, and he leaned down to capture my lips with his own, adjusting his hand as his fingers continued to penetrate me, his thumb teasing my clit.

"Fuck..." I croaked, breaking the kiss. "Bri-" I shut myself up, reminding myself that he didn't like me using his real name.
"I said keep it down." he spoke sternly. "I didn't lock that door."

I squirmed against him, grasping at the sheets as my eyes rolled back into my head. It'd only been roughly a week since we'd come back from Vegas, but it felt like a lifetime since he'd last touched me this way. I whimpered as my pleasure increased, clenching myself around his fingers.

"Brian." I breathed, expecting him to scold me.
He did, but not in the way I had thought; "Ruby, keep it the fuck down, I swear to god."
"It feels so fucking good, though." I chuckled, biting my lip as he drew me closer, my face just an inch away from his chest, which much to my dismay, was covered by another of his custom tanks. "Fuck." I cried softly, leaning my forehead against him.
He withdrew his arm from around my shoulders, clamping his hand down over my mouth firmly. "Well, if you won't be quiet, then I'll have to fucking keep you quiet, won't I?"

I felt my walls pulse in response to his actions, which were turning me on more. I felt my stomach tighten as my pleasure continued to increase. My heavy breathing turning into low cries, muffled by his hand. I began to grow light-headed, and then I lost control as my body jerked, my pleasure reaching its peak and causing me to squeal against Brian's hand as I came.

"God dammit, Ruby!" he growled.

A knock came at the door and Brian quickly rolled over, laying back beside me as he drew my quilt up over us. He kept his fingers inside me, my walls still contracting around them.

"Come in!"
McKenna's lilac hair popped around the door. "What're you up to?" she smirked.
"Nothing." Brian lied.
"Uh-huh..." she nodded, withdrawing as she closed the door.

Brian finally removed his fingers from inside me, causing me to gasp as I was still sensitive.

"I told you to be quiet." he teased.
I bit my lip. "Sorry." I giggled.
"I should probably be saying that." he breathed. "I'm sorry for being an asshole."
"Brian." I smirked. "After that, you are definitely forgiven."
He chuckled.
"For now." I narrowed my eyes.

He gave me his signature Haner smirk, leaning down to kiss me gently. And I finally let out a quiet, contented moan. Against his lips. His smirk grew into a warm, genuine smile as he pulled away. And I felt my heart flutter as he gazed down at me with those deep brown eyes I could no longer deny that I adored...

Notes

Well, look at that, updated within 17 hours of the previous chapter.
Sorry it's a little short, I was gonna write more but I think I'll save that for the next chapter.
You got Smut tho, so don't complain :P

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