Let's Lit This Song on Fire

*Brian’s POV*


Something told me to follow her; something about her was making me have thoughts. I smiled as I heard her singing softly to herself as she walked, drink still in hand, “one more depending on a prayer, and we look away. People pretending everywhere. It’s just another day. There’s bullets flying through the air, and they still carry on. We watch it happen over there and then just turn it off.” I smiled as she began to skip, drink in hand still, singing, “we must stand together! Yeah, yeah, yeah! There’s no getting even, yeah, yeah, yeah! Hand in hand forever! Yeah, yeah, yeah! That’s when we all win! Yeah, yeah, yeah!”

She spotted me, jumped slightly startled, “holy shit balls! You sneaky fuck!”

“Don’t mind me, carry on,” I told her again smiling. “You make that song sound so much better.” It was true, she sung so beautifully and I hoped I’d hear more…Nickleback had nothing compared to her.

She laughed and her smile was gorgeous, “that’s why I sing it! Duh!”

“I didn’t mean to sneak up on you,” I told her. “I just…”

“Couldn’t help but gravitate towards my insensationableness?” she asked throwing me a suggestive smirk.

“First off, I don’t think that’s a word. Secondly, I think I might be,” I told her with a smirk.

She tilted her head up at me, sipping from her drink, “I now see why girls crumble at your sight.”

“Is that so?” I asked looking down at her, raising my own eyebrow this time. Intrigued by what she had to say.

“Oh yes,” she said reaching up and she touching my cheek, “your jawline and cheekbones are remarkable, like you were sculpted for a sculpture for a museum,” I felt myself heat up and shiver at the same time at her touch. “And your hair, you always have gorgeous hair…There are not many girls out there that can find a guy with such thick long hair…” she ran her hand through my hair and I reluctantly closed my eyes. I felt her breath on my nose as she gripped her fingers into my hair, “girls love a little something to grip in the sack other than skin.” She smirked, I could feel it the way her breath changed, “and your nose is, it’s so kissable and cute...” Her own nose brushed across my own and grazed my cheek, “and the way your arms flex as you play your guitar…” Her hand was now wrapped around my bicep and her nose was against my ear whispering my, “it’s no wonder you make girls drop to the ground. You make them weak…if you could only feel how soaked their panties are for you at the end of the show…”

She grazed her teeth on my cheek and before I realized she wasn’t there anymore, I heard the door close to the bus we stood by. I opened my eyes and cussed softly. She was only teasing me. I would get her back for that tease, one way or another; but right now, right now I needed to fix the ache she caused between my legs.


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I walked down from my hotel room and sat down at the bar. The hotel bar was quiet and pretty well empty. The female bartender walked over slowly, “what can I get you to drink?”

“Moscow Mule,” I said softly and she went to work on my drink.

“Here you go, do you want to start a tab?” she asked placing the copper cup on a coaster.

I nodded, “you can put it under my hotel room, 852.”

“Okay, sounds good sweets,” she said smiling. “Let me know if I can get you anything else.”

I nodded as she went down the way towards the bar to help another bar goer. I sat there stirring the little black straw in the drink thinking softly. I kind of missed being on the stage with my father tonight. I really did love the stage, the screams, the smiles the crowd sent your way.

I sipped my drink and sighed heavily, I should really go back to my room for the night. I was to fly back to California for the next couple days. Work on trying to line up more gigs. Hopefully getting gigs with my band, rather than just myself on the road.

“So what you doing out here?” the bartender asked, refilling my drink for me.

I looked up, “oh just vacationing.” I smiled, “kind of just randomly picking some states to go to.”

“You an artist?” she asked smiling.

“Do I have that vibe?” I asked her sipping my drink.

“Cara by the way,” she said holding out her hand. “And yeah you do.”

“Skylar,” I said smiling. “And yeah kind of am.”

“Awesome, band or solo?” she asked leaning on the back bar behind her.

“Both, but I play a variety of instruments myself,” I said smiling. “I do a lot of acoustic stuff. Not much of that around anymore, people really enjoy it. Especially when I bill that I’m acoustic, people really stop to listen.”

I heard a couple of people walk in and she perked her head up at the bar goers. I went back to my drink and felt someone sit next to me, “drinking alone?”

“What’s it look like?” I asked annoyed with the random jackass.

“That’s pretty dangerous….” he said softly.

“I can handle myself pretty well, thanks,” I said sipping my drink.

“Hey, I ain’t implying, just stating,” he said getting defensive.

I perked my head up and punched the gentleman’s shoulder the moment I recognized the figure, “Johnny!”

He laughed, “Brian dared me to do it….”

“Good God,” I said shaking my head.

“Christ actually….” he smirked.

I rolled my eyes, “what are you doing?”

“Brian and I spotted you sitting her alone, so we thought we’d join you,” he said and looked behind me.

I turned my head to see Brian sitting on the other side of me, smiling, “hey.”

“Hey,” I said and sipped my drink.


After about three more drinks and us all talking the boys retreated to my hotel room with me. Brian and Johnny had convinced me to play some of my stuff for them. I opened up my hotel room and lead them in. I set my drink down on the table and opened my laptop.

“So you can do some pretty hard stuff?” Johnny asked as I opened it.

“Oh hell yeah,” I said smirking. “I’d actually do something right now but I really don’t want to be kicked out of this hotel.”

I opened my recordings and smirked, pressing play, ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, children of all ages. Step right up and get your tickets to the greatest show on earth. Where you'll witness death defying feats and acts of whisky Guzzling debauchery. I wanna see you. So get the fuck up!’

I looked over at Johnny and he was looking over at me curious, I smirked as I sang roughly, ‘It’s high noon when you step into the pit. It’s a monster's ball and their digging a ditch. For the sunburnt the weary, the ones who won't last. In this cyclone of flesh with this cathartic mix. When the broken limbs are leading the match. It’s the ring masters itch we’re amassed to scratch. With the crack of the whip the carnies rush in to devour. The beast that beats on drums of flesh!’ came through the tiny speakers and I smiled widely, ‘Blistered embattled. You fall to submission. To complete the mission. You rally and rise. 2-3-4! Slack-jawed and entranced your torched by the sun. You've caught the fever. The day's just begun to burn. Ya!’

I shook my head smirking and sang along with myself on the computer, “No you can't stop moving! No you can't stop moving! No you can't stop! This monster's ball! Can't stop moving! No you can't stop moving! No you can't stop! This monster's ball!”

I looked at the gentlemen and they were in awe of what I could do. I let the song finish and ended the song, “it’s called Monsters Ball…”

“That was intense,” Johnny said. “I never would have guessed…”

“Remind me never to piss you off because that was scary for how small you are,” Brian said looking at me.

I chuckled softly, “no problem.”

“What else you got for us?” Brian asked me as I sat down in the chair next to the table.

Johnny spotted my acoustic propped against the nightstand and brought it over to me, “play something.”

I nodded, “anything?” I stood walking over to the bed, getting more comfortable. I sat atop the covers and place the black acoustic in my lap. I began to strum on the acoustic.

“I was a little too tall, could’ve used a few pounds. Tight pants points hardly reknown. He was a black haired beauty with big dark eyes, and points all his own sitting way up high, way up firm and high.”

I smiled as I played, “out past the cornfields where the woods heavy, out in the back seat of my ’67 Chevy. Workin’ on mysteries without any clues. Working on our night moves, tryin’ to make some front-page drive-in news. Working our night moves, in the summertime, mmmm-in the sweet summertime.”

I looked up at the guys to see them sitting on the chairs near the bed. “We weren’t in love, oh no, far from it. We weren’t searching for some pie in the sky summit. We were just young and restless and bored. Living by the sword, and we’d steal away every chance we could, to the backroom, to the alley or the trusty woods. I used him, he used me, but neither one cared. We were getting our share. Workin on our night moves. Trying to lose the awkward teenage blues. Working on our night moves. And it was summertime, sweet summertime summertime.”

I smiled widely as I played the acoustic and sang, “and oh the wonder, we felt the lightning. Yeah! And we waited on the thunder, waited on the thunder…”

I smiled widely as I hit the high note, singing softly, “I woke last night to sound of thunder. How far off I sat and wondered. Started humming a song from 1962. Ain’t it funny how the night moves. When you just don’t seem to have as much to lose. Strange how the night moves, with autumn closing in…”

I strummed softly, “mmmmm, night moves.” I smiled, “ain’t it funny how we remember! Oh, I remember…” I smiled widely singing high, “oh, oh, oh I remember! Howww, ohhhhh! Yeah, yeah! Uh-huh! I remember.”

I set the guitar down and looked up at them to see their smiles, Brian spoke softly, “Bob Segar…”

I laughed, “it’s my favorite song of his.”

“It was good,” Johnny said smiling and looked at Brian. “I think I’m going to turn into my room. I’ll see you guys later.”

“Bye Johnny,” I said sending him a wink.

“You’re drunk,” he said as he stood.

“Only a titch,” I said holding up my fingers to show my measurement.

He laughed and walked out of the room leaving Brian and I. I smiled at him and patted the bed next to me. He stood from his chair across from me and sat on the bed next to me. I placed my guitar in his lap, “you’re turn.”

He looked at me and smiled, “you want me to play for you?”

I nodded, slowly, “yes I do.”

He nodded and strummed softly, “what do you want me to play?”

I looked and him and smiled, “anything…”

He looked at me, “I think I’d rather do something else…”

“Play me something and we can do anything else,” I winked at him.

He sighed softly, accepting it. He began to play on my acoustic something smooth and original. As he played I unlaced my boots and put them to the floor. I placed my hat on the table next to us.

When he finished he looked down at me. I smiled and took the guitar setting it to the side. He sent me a smile, “you are gorgeous…absolutely gorgeous.”

I licked my lips softly, “thanks, handsome.”

He flashed me a smile and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me over to him. I smiled and wrapped an arm loosely around his neck. Our eyes locked with each other’s. I read his slowly, taking in the need for lust, pleasure and happiness deep in them. I felt his hand push at my knee-high skirt and his hand up my thigh. I leaned down biting my lip as I pressed my forehead to his. I grazed my nose against his and his collided with my own slowly. I bit down on his bottom lip, tugging with my teeth softly. He groaned and I felt his palm need my thigh high under my hipbone, then his index finger touching my panty-covered hood. My breath hitch and his thumb pressed my clit roughly. He looked up at me and I wiggled my hips down against his hand.

I leaned my head down and grazed my nose against his cheek, then spoke in his ear seductively, “feel that…that’s just for you.”

He hummed softly, “so wet already.”

I reached behind me unzipping the skirt around my waist. Letting it fall and cascade around my legs over his own. He groaned and I arched my back and let the buttons of the bodysuit pop almost at the seams. He groaned again, this time grabbing my hood roughly, causing me to moan.

I pushed at his white tee and smirked at him, “like what you see?”

“Fuck yes I do,” he moaned as he tossed his shirt to the floor.

I smirked and trailed my fingers down my exposed cleavage and pushed at the material, “what do you want to do with this body in front of you?”

His fingers pushed at the material touching my flesh and I gasped at his rough hands and he smirked, “fuck so wet…”

I reached between us and worked on his belt, sliding it through the loops and taking both ends of it and arching my back with the belt over my head. He watched and rubbed my clit with his thumb as he slid two fingers into my barracks. I gasped and tossed the belt to the floor and pushed his frame back on the bed. He smirked and I leaned down pushing his jeans. I helped him free his legs and his fingers left my barracks momentarily and he licked his fingers clean as I kicked the skirt to the side and slid one hand down in his boxers while the other pushed at the material off his hips.

His hips bucked as my manicured nails ran along his shaft before I wrapped my long fingers around his shaft and rocked my hand around him. I grazed the tip with my nail and his mouth dropped open and I smirked. I pulled away from him and slowly stripped down out of my bodysuit, he moaned and stroked his own cock watching me. I hovered over him, licking up from the V of his hips to his right nipple. I swirled my tongue around it while my eyes looked up at him.

His hand stroked my ass and squeezed it. I felt him release my ass, only to slap it and squeeze it again. I moaned and looked down at him, he leaned up capturing my lips. I leaned my hips down against his own, grinding against him.

He flipped us quickly and sat up on his knees. He looked down at me and taking his cock in his hand, he rubbed his tip against my wet barracks, I moaned.

I gripped the sheet, “fuck Syn….”

“Brian,” he hissed at me. “It’s Brian.”

I smirked, and wrapped a leg around his waist, “fucking quit teasing…”

“Making sure you want this,” he said as he spit in his hand and rubbed his cock.

I arched up into his hips, “oh I want this….”

He smirked, “if you say so…” He lifted my hips, “ready?”

“Quit being a gentleman and murder my vagina,” I growled at him.

He smirked, “as you wish…”

He slammed himself into me roughly; rocking slowly getting use to each other’s body. I gasped and arched my back, letting my own hips rock against his. I gripped the bed sheets under us, “oh fuck, Brian.”

“Fuck Skylar,” he moaned out. “You are tight and I love it.”

I groaned, “deeper.” I threw my leg over his shoulder and gasped, “fuck there…”

He moaned and gripped my left boob in his hand. I reached up wrapping my hand round his bicep. His hips rocking, “I’m going to come…”

I gasped as he pulled himself and pumped quickly on my stomach. I breathed heavy as he looked at me, “did you?” I thought of lying, but thought better of it. I shook my head and bit my lip, “I’ll fix that.”

His hand rubbing against my clit, “tell me how you want it…”

“Rough,” I moaned as he slipped his fingers, three this time, into my barracks and rubbed my clit as his fingers dug on the inside of me. He leaned down kissing me than down my neck; than taking a breast into his mouth. I moaned rocking in his grip, “close…”

I gasped as he hit my g-spot, “there. Fuck Brian….”

I reached up, grabbing the headboard of the bed and gasped. I felt my body tighten all around and felt myself release, moaning out. He smirked at me, “fuck….”

I lay there beat, “fuck. That was…”

He leaned down and kissed me, “you squirm like a Goddess when you climax.”

I smiled and kissed him back, “fuck.”

“You squirted all over me,” he giggled.

I chuckled, “guess we should both shower than…”

He swooped me up and carried me into the bathroom, setting me on the sink before turning the shower on. Once the temperature was right he lifted me up into the shower, going for round two…

Notes

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