Three weeks ago, they performed in Norfolk, Virginia. After the show, they played a round of extreme truth and dare with the roadies and their bodyguards, getting drunk out of their wits after an amazing, energy-loaded show with a great crowd. The chemistry between Matt and Karma was great that night, one of the many reasons why the gig was such a success.

Karma found herself sitting on the floor on their bus, head spinning from the alcohol. She knew she had to stop drinking, and they also had some weed that finally kicked in for once, which was unusual.

She watched as Jimmy jumped, making a handstand with his feet against the bus' wall and chugging a beer through the sinkhole Johnny and him made from an empty bottle of coke earlier. Brian, who was supposed to be holding it straight, staggered around and caused for most of the golden liquid to spill next to Jimmy's head and into his nose.

Jimmy snorted as he got up, and sat back onto the floor as if nothing happened, as if his t-shirt wasn't full of beer. "Nexxxxt," he slurred, and then pointed to Karma. Knowing she'd throw up if she had to drink another drop, she wisely chose truth. Ever since then, she wondered if chugging a beer or a bottle of whisky even would have been as bad.

"Alriiight," Johnny screamed. He was one of those people who got really hyper when they were drunk, and he and Jimmy were a lethal combination.

"Is there anyone on this bus you'd fuck in a heartbeat?"
Too drunk to care that they knew, she let out a grin and pointed to Matt right beside her. He chuckled. "Same goes for you, babe," he rasped and immediately scooped her up onto his lap. They were all too drunk to care, so they cheered them on.

Without processing what it was they were doing, he crashed his lips against hers and immediately demanded entrance with his whisky-tongue, which she granted. Everything was spinning, but it felt oh so good to let all that tension out. Her hands around his neck and his cupping her ass, they made out ferociously. He tasted so good.

"Woohoo," she heard Zacky scream distinctly, "Syn let's take a selfie!" He'd been boasting with his new iPhone for days, but Karma couldn't care less. And they didn't care what their frontman and frontwoman were doing, which was good at that moment, but incredibly bad for later.

She felt the adrenaline rush inside of her, the old-familiar pang of excitement and lust inside her chest, and then she felt... Nothing at all.


Karma woke up slightly disoriented and with the most terrible headache the next day - next to a very awake and naked Matt. They stared at each other in shock, knowing they'd crossed a line that could pose a threat to the entire band. That was their deal all along: No relations whatsoever between bandmates. Absolutely zero. And except for Karma having to kiss Brian on another night of truth and dare, they'd held on to that promise.

"This mistake NEVER happened," she whizzed as she got out of the bed, and he nodded, still looking confused and drownsy with sleep. Karma motioned for him to turn around so she could dress herself without him watching.
It was only eight in the morning, and since everyone seemed to be still soundly asleep, she could walk back to her bunk, get a couple of additional hours of sleep and no-one would have ever known. Would have.

If it wasn't for the god damned photo Zacky took and, of course, immediately posted on MySpace and Twitter without checking it beforehand. It showed the four guys posing for a photo with Dan, and, in the background, two figures making out: A blond woman sat on a buff man's lap, him wearing a cap backwards and having tattoos that looked suspiciously like Matt's. The photo was blurry, but one had to be downright stupid not to see it was them.


And that was when all the drama with Sarah, the fans, and of course the rest of the bandmates began. They hadn't been pleased about what happened, and they'd reminded them of keeping their hands off each other for the band's sake.

They were right, but it wasn't easy, which was why the singers had been avoiding each other. And they converted all their sexual tension, which had only grown after what happened, into anger and fights.


Until...

Her door flew open with a pang, a very angry Matt standing there, still not wearing anything other than his boxers. Karma gasped as she saw the giant bulge they were supposed to be hiding. She knew she shouldn't look, but somehow her eyes were glued to it.

Immediately, she stood up from her bed with her fists clenched, ready for another of their countless fights just to let go of all the tension. It desperately needed to find a way out, and if it wasn't sex, it was a fight. Anything heated, passionate. And then, they wouldn't talk for days, until it all started over.

"Say that again," he demanded with a raspy voice, walking closer. "You probably sucked," she shouted, flipping him off.

Matt caught her off-guard. Normally, they just stood there and shouted at one another until they felt that they were back to normal. But suddenly, he picked her up roughly and slammed her against the bus' wall. A forbidden rush of excitement took over her body, slowly spreading from her chest into her limbs.

"We'll see about that," he grinned dirty as his raging member touched her core, causing her to gasp. "I'll have you a moaning mess in mere minutes."

Unable to say anything, she remained quiet, mainly because she knew he would achieve exactly that. The guard she'd worked up in all those past years fell down like leaves in fall, and it both amazed and terrified her that it took so little.

Without further ado, he started working her neck with his teeth, finding her favorite spot immediately. Karma inhaled sharply as he fumbled with the buttons of her jeans, knowing she was already aching for him. It was of no use to fight against this, she wanted it as much as he did.

Finally, his mouth found hers and he slid his tongue inside her mouth, dominating the lustful kiss. He broke it just to take off her top, being careful for once since she performed in it.
He unclasped her bra and cupped one of her boobs with one hand, still using the other one to hold her up against the wall.

Her fingers tangled in his short hair as he started grinding his member against her core. The friction was almost unbearable.

"I'm so bad, huh," he chuckled as he pushed her further up the wall, so his face was in line with her boobs. He started licking and sucking at her nipples. She couldn't help but hiss at how good it felt.

The thumb of the hand he used to support her weight started to stroke her clit through the fabric, and she let out a moan.
"Shhh," he said, his raspy voice causing goosebumps, "you know we're not supposed to." He winked at her before throwing her onto the small bunk bed. He pulled off her jeans and took her panties along.

"Such a beautiful view," he husked. His hungry eyes traveled over her body.

"If you'd been good, I could eat you out now," he smirked, licking his lips, "Mmmm... Maybe next time." He flipped her onto her stomach and used one hand to press her head into the matress to muffle her moans. She heard him fumble with his boxers before feeling a part of his weight on her.

Suddenly, his tip was at her soaking entrance. She whimpered from all the friction. Matt placed one last kiss on her neck before entering halfway, making her gasp from the size. She felt like she was being stretched to the maximum, and it felt so good. "I'll show you just how bad I suck," he husked, "And don't forget not to scream."

He pushed inside fully, and she clawed her fingers into the sheets, moaning against the matress. Matt pulled out almost completely and plunged into her again, building up a rapid pace. He grunted, obviously enjoying her. Karma suppressed the urge to scream as she felt her orgasm building up, his thrusts becoming faster and faster.

Shortly before she came, he pulled out and turned her around on her back. "I wanna see how much I suck on your face," he commented, slamming himself inside her again, fucking her hard. With an astounding intensity, Karma came all over him, using the pillow to muffle her sounds.

"You're right, I'm really bad," he chuckled with a cocky self confidence as he pulled out.

She was lying on her back, trying to regain her breath when he straddled her chest. For the first time, she actually saw him. She swallowed at the sight. How did that fit?
"Well," he rasped, "it ain't gonna suck itself."

With that, he pushed himself between her lips and slowly fucked her mouth, making her taste her cum. She softly moaned against him. Karma felt like her jaw was dislocating from how wide she had to open her mouth for him.

She noticed him getting sloppier, muffled sounds escaping his mouth, so she sucked even harder until he spilled inside her mouth, holding on to the headrest for support. She swallowed everything, but before she could say anything, he put on his boxers and slammed the door behind himself.

What the fuck, Karma thought, what the fucking hell was that about?

Notes

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