The Music We Make

My mother asked me to stay with her that night so we could catch up just the two of us. It was a little out of character for her, but I agreed, feeling that I owed it to her since I hadn’t seen her in so long. Besides, I missed her and my old home. It would be weird to see my old room again.

Val and Andi went back to the guys, promising not to give anything away about the dress. I knew it would be weird to spend a night away from Brian after everything we had gone through, but I also knew I needed to spend time with my mother.

When we got to the old one storey home I grew up in, I felt overwhelmed with nostalgia and tears crept to the corners of my eyes as I thought about how my dad used to always sit on the porch swing out front. When we walked inside, the scent of my home filled my nostrils and made me smile, remembering how home always smelled like mom was baking. We walked through the long hall to my old bed room and I immediately started laughing when I walked inside.

“Mom, why did you keep all this?” I asked as I looked around. There were old posters from when I was in middle school still hung on the wall, amongst pictures of old friends I hadn’t seen in years. The walls were the ugliest shade of green I could have ever picked as a child and my tiny twin bed still sat in the corner next to the window.

She chuckled, “I know it’s silly, but I just couldn’t get rid of it.”

I hugged her then, not able to contain myself. “I miss it here.”

“I miss you being here, sweetheart. But I keep busy and I have Harris,” she said softly.

“Harris?” I questioned.

“Well, my cat, darling,” she said. I chuckled, worried for a moment that she had a new boyfriend she hadn’t told me about.

I put my things down on the old bed and followed my mom out into the living room. We sat on the couch and she immediately started talking about and thing and everything. We talked mostly about her, which was fine and honestly normal. It was nice to not have the attention entirely on me and the wedding. She didn’t really bring it up at all actually. I was a little disappointed that she didn’t seem that interested in it, but also relieved to have a break from it all. The only thing I got to talk about is my job, which was nice, but my mom didn’t really understand it and we ended up talking about her again. This was normal with my mom and I was used to it; all of our phone calls was us talking about her job and her friends, not me and my life.

Eventually I went to bed, ready to sleep in a real bed instead of the tiny bunk on the bus. The old twin was still soft and I fell asleep immediately. It was a blissful, dreamless sleep.

-0-

A few weeks later…

We were making our way back towards the west coast now and I was beginning to get stir crazy on the bus. Though we had the chance to get off of the bus and go to the different concerts, it was becoming too routine and I was becoming tired of it. Everyone else was feeling the same way, especially the girls, who did not get the adrenaline and energy boost of performing several times a week. I was so ready to be back in my apartment, in a big queen bed, with the beach five minutes away.

I was grateful that I got the chance to visit with my mom, but it was also a reminder of why I moved away in the first place. I missed the business and the beach life of California, not the slow paced country life I had at home in Ohio. And as much as I loved my mother, the distance had been good for us. We used to argue a lot when I was young, but got along better now. But the visit reminded me of all of the things that bothered me about my mother and the one day visit felt like long enough, as sad as it was to say.

Brian and I had been working on planning our wedding as best as we could from the road, and Andi was extremely helpful. Val helped here and there, but I knew that deep down she was wishing that this was her own wedding and did not always want to participate. I couldn’t really blame her since she and Matt had been together much longer than Brian and I.

We had our date, guest list, venue, and music all picked out. But the rest was almost impossible to do from states away. I was aching to get back home and finish planning, as the wedding was only a few months away. I was just glad I was able to convince Brian to keep the wedding small since we didn’t give ourselves a ton of time to plan.

Brian stretched next to me on the bus couch. While yawning he said, “Just a few more days of this shit.”

I laughed. “But it’s what you love.”

“Yeah, I do. But I can’t wait to sleep in my own fucking bed again! And surf.”

“You still need to teach me to do that,” I teased. I leaned over and whispered in his ear, “I am ready to be in your bed again too.”

He groaned quietly, shifting in his seat, instantly turned on. He bit his lip slightly and moved his hand to my thigh. I blushed at his reaction, knowing that it was all of the pent up sexual tension between us. We’d be on this bus for so long, unable to stay at a hotel and unable to have any privacy. Sure, we’d sneak away here and there, but it was almost impossible to have sex without anyone hearing, which I just hated. We’d hear, or unfortunately see, the others going at it, but all of it made me so uncomfortable. I just wanted to be home so I could let loose.
“There’s people back there,” he said to himself in annoyance, looking towards the bunks.

“There always is, Bri,” I sighed.

“Bathroom,” he said to me, looking into my eyes and grinning. Without waiting for me to answer, he grabbed my hand and led me into the small bathroom, not caring if anyone saw. My face was beat red in embarrassment, but as soon as he locked the door I forgot all about it; his lips crashed onto mine instantly.

We were practically on top of each other in the tiny bathroom, making it almost impossible to move, but somehow Brian found a way to shimmy my pants and panties off of me and set me on the small counter of the sink. I had to prop myself up so I didn’t fall into the sink basin, but I didn’t care because his tongue was already against my clit and his hands grasped at my thighs. I had to bite my lip to stop from screaming his name in ecstasy, reminding me again of how badly I wanted to be home in one of our beds.

His right hand moved closed to my core and he took a break from licking at my clit to suck on two of his fingers, looking me in the eye while he did it. That alone made me want to cum, but I held on as he slid his fingers inside of me, tongue moving back onto my clit. I almost fell back into the sink as he did this, my arms shaking from holding myself up. His left hand moved to my back to help me stay up, so I moved one of my hands to his messy hair, grabbing it as I clenched around him. My head fell back against the small plastic mirror as I came, squeaking out quiet moans in rhythm with the now gentle pushing from his fingers. When I calmed down he slowly slipped out of me and helped me off of the sink, rubbing my ass where the sink had left a red line.

He was grinning at me as I panted, trying to catch my breath. “You can say shit like that to me and not expect me to make you cum,” he teased, grabbing at my hips and pulling me in for a kiss. I could taste myself on his mouth.

When I broke the kiss he said, “I wish we had more room.”

“We have plenty,” I teased this time, moving my hands towards his pants. He raised a brow as I crouch before him, extremely cramped in the tiny space. I pushed him against the wall and moved his pants and boxers down his legs, letting him spring forth in front of me. I looked up at him and winked before lowering my mouth onto his throbbing cock.

He moaned instantly, not even trying to be quiet, making me giggle against him. Slowly at first I moved him into my mouth, licking the tip each time I moved my head back. Looking up at him I saw his eyes were closed and his mouth hung open, panting slightly as I quickened my pace. I moved my hand to the base of his dock and began stroking in rhythm with my sucks, moving my hand back and forth as I moved my mouth. He grabbed my hair and his legs began shaking, especially when my other hand began to very gently grasp his balls.

“Fuck, Rosie,” Brian whispered, his grip on my hair tighter than before. “Don’t stop…”

I didn’t have to continue for long; Brian soon spilled into my mouth, making me choke slightly. He didn’t let me pull away, holding my head in place, and my eyes watered as he came into my mouth. Eventually he let go and I was able to spit it out into the nearby toilet.

He stayed against the wall, pants around his ankles while he caught his breath, trying to come down from his high. I got dressed then and cleaned myself up, giggling slightly at his state.

“You need to do that more often,” he said in a daze.

I kissed his cheek. “Get dressed. We’ll be back in bed in no time.”

Notes

So I am a huge asshole for not updating this for like 5 months, I know. To be honest, I really just didn't like the direction I was taking this story. It wasn't really following my original vision, but I just couldn't figure out how I wanted to write it. Not an excuse, but I honestly gave up.

For whatever reason, I felt like writing again. The chapter is short, I know. I believe that I will be wrapping up this story soon too. I just wanted to give everyone who read this fic an actual ending :)