Gunslingers

Laura ruffled her hair, smiling at me contentedly. We had been going out for about six weeks now, and I wanted it to be official. She was a solid match for me; she made me better.

"Laura," I said, tracing a random pattern on her thigh. "Can we take this a step further?"

"Like?"

I ruffled a hand through my hair. "You being my girlfriend?"

"Well, Haner, I never pictured you to be the type to settle down, even for a little while."

"Laura, that's not an answer." I turned on my side to look at her in the eye. "Please, be serious with me."

She blinked. "Yes, Brian. I enjoy spending time with you, a lot. But you so much as fuck this up, and I'll get Rae, Carol, and Jimmy to kick your ass."

Smiling, I nodded and kissed her passionately. She giggled and tugged my hair. I loved when she did that. A growl stuck in my throat as our tongues danced as one. Damn, this woman turned me on.

"Come on, big boy. Give me what I want." Laura pushed me down on the bed, straddling my hips.

She rocked her hips against mine, slowly grinding us together. While the pace worked for her, I wasn't a fan. I flipped us over and jutted two fingers inside her wet and warm pussy.

"Let's play a game, sweetheart." I started to move my fingers to the chords of a song. Laura arched her back and gyrated against the palm of my hand, pushing her clit against it. "What song?"

"Sweet Child O' Mine." She moaned.

Damn, she was good. I kissed her lips and curled my fingers to her G spot. Laura screamed and came around them. I pulled my fingers out and sucked off her juices then rolled a condom on and thrust inside her.

Flipping us, I guided her hips in the pace I wanted, and she rode me like a fucking champ. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and dug her nails into my chest, picking up the pace.

"Your turn to come, Haner." She clenched her walls around my cock and it sent me over the edge, thrusting into her hard. She didn't come a second time though.
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"Jimbo, what the hell was that?" Johnny turned to look at our crazy drummer. To be fair, we were all staring at him. Though, Johnny boy had ever right to yell since he had to keep the beat too.

"I call it a double octopus. I wrote a song to go with it, no lyrics though. Mattie boy?"

Matt looked at him with an open mouth, still trying to wrap his brain around the insanity Jimmy had just laid down. "Do it again."

Jimmy moved his hands in a move that was oddly similar to an octopus. It was like a quadruple hi-hat hit.

"Do it again," Matt said.

So, he did it again and a contagious grin crossed Matt's face. "Again."

Jimmy followed his command.

"I'm not insane!"

Jimmy did a new drum beat, and Zach started up on the guitar. Johnny and I were quick to follow.

"I'm not insane. I'm not in-fucking-sane!"

I started to play a rapid melody to keep up with Jimmy's insane drumming. Matt bopped his head and grunted.

"I feel insane every single time I'm asked to compromise!" Matt sang and lead us into verse after verse then stopped to allow a solo.

Zach nodded at me, and I let my fingers fly over the neck of my black and white Scheter. It felt so good to let the notes out. That was the beauty of playing with these guys. We all had insane amounts of talent and together we were a forced to be reckoned with.

Jimmy could create a beat like no other and write weird, but beautiful lyrics. Johnny could work magic on a base, finding the melody that worked with the drums. Zach found the tunes that meshed with mine and had a crazy backing vocal. I had a knack for solos, and Matt could scream, sing, and write strong ass lyrics.

"Damn, that was spectacular," Zach said as he set his guitar down against the bench. We were still playing in the courtyard. We had a small following actually. "Oh, I drew a design of sorts for Avenged Sevenfold."

We gathered around the little SEAL as he pulled out a sketch pad. He had written Avenged on top in a slight curve and Sevenfold at the bottom in another slight curve. In the center was a skull with an open mouth and bat wings sprouting out of it. It looked dope as hell.

"Zach, that's fucking amazing. I need it on me," Matt said and we all agreed.

"It's an amazing logo," Johnny said with a smile.

"I call it a Deathbat." And just like that Avenged Sevenfold was truly born.

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