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Runaway

Liar Liar

****Z’s POV****

We hadn’t been on the road five minutes when Brian sat next to me and patted my knee, raising that eyebrow at me.
“So how many did you have last night?”

I blushed, not able to contain the wide smile that crossed my face, “Three. Only ‘cause she fucking squirted, though. I was so done after that.”
“She fucking what?!”
“You heard me,” I shook my head and sighed heavily when our bassist magically popped up out of nowhere.
He patted me on the head, “Finally got your first one. How cute.”

I rolled my eyes, but Syn butted in before I could defend myself.
“So? You guys…???” He put out his hands in question.
I gave him a look, “I thought you didn’t like Violet.” I may have growled a little bit.

“Hey, I never said I didn’t like her, I didn’t like you ripping your marriage to shreds. But I should’ve known better,” He sighed, not one for admitting he was wrong too often, “You and Megs were already done. So, not that I think you should be rushing into a relationship or anything, I’m just curious what you two are getting yourselves into.”

“Honestly? I have no idea.” I cursed under my breath when the rest of the guys joined us, ears perked, “She wanted space the last time I saw her, which is all we’re gonna have for awhile now, but last night, she….” I rubbed my hands together, still not sure what to make out of the previous night.

“She what, bro?” Shadz grinned, “Other than fucking you nine ways to Sunday in your backseat?”
“Was it that obvious?!”

“Not really, we just all know exactly what you look like after you get laid,” Brian smirked, “You get the dopiest grin on your face, especially if you’re drunk--which you were.”
I only grinned wider, “You’d have a dopy grin on your face, too.” I leaned my head back, trying not to get aroused thinking about it, “Fuck, she was so good….” Trying to shake it off, I looked up again, “She let me bareback her.”

“Woah! What??” Brooks scoffed as all the others cocked their brows in question.

“Yeah. Said, if I wanted, she’d use condoms with everyone else but me. Assuming I’d do the same for her.”
“Damn. Everyone else?” Matt leaned forward.
An even bigger sigh escaped me, “Yep. I mean, I get it. We shouldn’t be getting into anything serious. Exclusive, or whatever. But I really don’t want to think about her being with other dudes, especially since I know she’s doing my photographer.” I fiddled with the coffee cup Brooks had given me a moment ago.

“Man, that dude gets some pussy.” Johnny shook his head.
“Yeah, well, think about us at that age man,” Shadz pointed out.
“True.”
Matt continued, “So are you guys just fucking, or….??”
Brian laughed, “They are so not just fucking. Never have been.”
I scowled, “I think she pretty much wants an open relationship and see where it leads. I’m not sure I can do it, though.”

“You should try it. I’m in one--it’s great.”

We all stared, jaws on the floor, at the drummer after he made a confession that was new to all of us.

“What? Why do you think I disappear after shows?”
“Dude, we just figured you shower because you sweat so much,” Matt chuckled.
“Well, yeah, but I’m not always alone,” He whipped his bangs like an open marriage was the most normal thing ever.

“How, though? The rest of you guys tried it and couldn’t make it work,” I looked at the rest of them. I knew that wasn’t completely true for Brian, but whatever him and Mich had wasn’t exactly open, it just wasn’t exactly closed, either. But I also knew they’d all only barely survived the City of Evil days. Where as I seemed to be facing a woman who would’ve loved me back then--lock, stock, and barrel.

“Watch her have sex once, with someone else. And no, not a girl. Maybe get involved. But the main idea is seeing if you can stand it. Sometimes being a part of it puts your mind at ease. If you can’t stand it, at least you know. Do it sooner rather than later, though, man. At least if you think she’s serious.”

“Oh, she’s serious. Frankly, I can’t blame her. She was with her ex-husband for a really long time. She wants freedom. I just hope I can give it to her.”
“It seems you know quite a bit about giving it to her,” Matt snickered.

“She’s divorced?” The drummer raised a brow.
“Yep. Said she was married for over a decade. That’s really all I know.”
“Oooooooh,” It clicked in place for everyone else in the room as they all got kinky looks in their eyes, “You are in for it, man. Ride that out as long as you can.” Christ waggled his eyebrows as I knitted mine.

“Dude. She’s not a fucking roller-coaster. I really like her.”

Wackerman rolled his eyes, “I think what short shit should’ve said was, you definitely need to let her run free--for awhile if not forever. You said she bangs your photographer? Maybe hook up with them sometime.”

That actually didn’t sound like the worst idea, “Thanks, Brooks. Nice to know someone around here has good advice.”

******Vi’s POV*****

The next day I realized we were now going to play the game of “who texts first” and I groaned to myself. This was a great example of why I didn’t want to do relationships. The stress, the drama. Fuck that. So I waited.

Or tried anyway. I knew their first show wasn’t until the next night, and other than “how was the show?”, or complete smut, I had no idea what to say. It being a Sunday, I was mostly doing laundry, cleaning etc, trying to keep myself busy so I didn’t text him.

Later that night, he texted me.

Hey, hot stuff. How’s my baby?

I scoffed at the smiley face, the idea of him calling me his “baby” both setting my heart on fire and ticking me off at the same time. I knew this was his goal, and that he already knew me a little too well.

Your baby, hm?

I thought I’d start this separation off right by getting under your skin. Did it work?

Technically, yes. Although, you’re already under my skin.

Yeah? And how’s that?

I could just see that teasing eyebrow raising over those sparking green eyes.

My secret.

A single emoji smile face was all I got at first.

You’re under my skin too, Violet.


My breath hitched. Before I could figure out how the hell to respond to that, he kept going.
Thought a lot about you today. I don’t want to scare you off, because lord knows I’m not looking for a relationship, either. But that doesn’t change the fact that I can’t stop thinking about you.

Wow.

I bit my lip in concentration as my heart thudded away in my chest.
I’m really happy we seem to be in exactly the same place. I can’t stop thinking about you, either.
I paused, not sure if I should go there or not. Then remembered Violet didn’t give a fuck.

You were absolutely amazing last night, by the way.

My whole body flushed, dying to know what he’d do next.

So were you, beautiful.

I saw the little dots on the screen that meant he was still texting and waited impatiently, fidgeting from where I lay across my couch in front of the tv.

You seem to like it when I’m in charge. Is this correct?

In bed, yes. Do you like doing it?

I like both sides, when each mood strikes. Last night I was a little pent up from you holding out on me and just needed to fuck you. Hope that was alright.

As you could tell, I was more than okay with it. So you like to be dominated?

Remembering all the conversations at Meg’s with the girls, this didn’t really surprise me.

Every now and then I enjoy it.

I’ll have to remember that. Never done that before...with men.

Jesus, Vi. You sure know how to give a man a raging hard-on.


I melted into the couch. It figured that our very first text conversation would turn so quickly to this. I was just getting started, though.
What? You like that I eat pussy, that I love spanking a hot woman until she submits herself to me?

Fuck, woman, I almost came just from that. And yes, of course I like that. I love it.

You’ll have to watch me sometime.

Fuck yes I will. I love how open you are about this stuff. We are certainly going to have some fun together. Wish I could bring you on tour. Then things would get really crazy. So how far will your submission with me go? What do you like?

To be honest, I’ve never gotten to explore it much. He wasn’t the type. But the idea of being ordered around, spanked, cuffed….hot. Past that, a lot of it sounds hot but I’m not sure in real life it would actually work.

Like what? We’re only texting and not actually doing anything, so you’re pretty safe
.

Oh, god. He was turning me on so much. This guys was just what I needed in so many ways.
Whipped. Belted. Told when to do what. Bound and tied. Fucked in the ass. Nipple clamps, probably. They’re really sensitive, so….
See how he liked all that.

Jesus fuck, woman. I will gladly do all those things to you. Have you actually done anal, or just open to it?

I’ve done it. A lot. The last few months I had sex with you-know-who, it was pretty much the only way I could finish anymore.
I chortled when I sent that one. Men and their obsession with that stuff was entertaining.

Shit. I’m almost there. What else?

I scrambled to my bedroom. I was pretty close myself and I hadn’t even started anything.

Me? It’s your turn. What do you like? You’ve...taken it, right?

I’d realized recently, after finding out about Zack and Matt, that the idea of them together was completely hot as fuck. It was a little weird, and I wasn’t sure why, but it just flat out was.

No, I haven’t. Everyone assumes that, but you, and they, are wrong.

Oh, fuck. He was the top? Why did that make it even hotter? Maybe he’d like me telling him this?
That is so fucking hot, Zack. I’m not sure why, but imagining that is making me touch myself.

That is? You like imagining me with another guy?

Fuck, yes. Never thought about it before I found out about your...experimentation...but ever since then...I’ve thought about it quite a bit. You and Matt. You and Brian.

That’s...interesting.

I’m gonna come…
And that’s just what I did. The second I turned on my favorite toy, I found bliss only moments later, calling out his name just for fun.

As I was coming down, my phone dinged again.
Just imagining that was enough for me. Fuck that was awesome...we weren’t even really sexting and that easily got me off….still wish you were here, though…

Ditto. I’d love to satisfy you every night on tour.

Why don’t you join me then?

You know I can’t do that. Thanks for the invitation, though. Raincheck?

Definitely. My orgasm’s got the better of me and I don’t want to fall asleep and have you think I’m ignoring you. Text you tomorrow?

Please do. Goodnight, sexy.

Night, hot stuff
.

****

The next morning I woke with a smile on my face. My very soul still enjoyed that feeling of being completely and utterly satisfied from two nights before. It would last another couple of days most likely. I’d never felt anything like it. Until him.

Candice had asked me to do another shoot for them today, so I got a little done up and headed over there.

“Hey, doll.” She was cleaning and letting down chairs when I arrived. Quickly picking up her camera, she ushered me out front, “Saint Owens will be here soon to do a shoot, so we shouldn’t take too long.”

Sure enough, about half way through what she asked me to do, Val and an almost bursting at the seams Michelle showed up, followed by Meaghan a few minutes later--Ness in tow. The girls waved and sat by watching until we were done.

“Megs!” Candice pulled the blonde away from Ness and put her next to me, “C’mon, your friends, right?!” She encouraged and we took several rounds of shots in positions that made me really uncomfortable at first. But Megs, as usual, was so great we were laughing and making a fun show of it before long.

“You wanna stay and hang out for our shoot?” Val invited and I shrugged a confirmation, trying to stay cool. A couple of their models showed up and introduced themselves. As we all talked, I noticed Tennessee seemed quiet and tired.

“Is he okay?” I patted him softly on the back.
“Yeah, he didn’t sleep well. He missed his daddy,” Meaghan looked at me, “I wasn’t really planning on staying, but Chelle wants me to. Any chance you wouldn’t mind taking him home to take a nap? You can take my car and one of the twins can take me home and bring you back for your car.”

“Sure! You know I love spending time with him,” I smiled, smoothing a hand over his blonde curls. It had definitely occurred to me that my relationship with the cutest little boy on the planet might be changing soon, depending on how my relationship with the hottest man on the planet went, “Just let me lock my car.”

Half an hour later, I was walking into Zack and Meaghan’s. Or Meaghan’s. Whatever it was now. I noticed there were a few boxes around--no doubt stuff that Zack had started packing. Ness was quiet, his head snuggled against me with his thumb in his mouth. He wasn’t fussy, but he was definitely not himself--or at least from what I had seen.

“You miss your daddy? I know how you feel, punkin. What do you say we call him, huh?” My own idea lightened my heart as I got out my phone. I turned Ness around in my lap as I sat on the floor and called him for a videochat.

Zack’s beautiful face lit up the screen, followed by that cheeky smile.
“Ness! Hi, buddy!”

The little boy reacted just like I hoped and suddenly brightened into his bubbly self, “Daddy!” He reached for the screen happily.

The older set of green eyes raised to meet mine, “Hi, gorgeous.”
I still blushed, “I knew he missed you, so I thought I’d call.”
“Hopefully you miss me, too.”
“Of course.”
“So...why are you in my house? With my son?” He laughed and the look in his eyes made me melt into the floor.

“I, uh, was at Johnny’s for a shoot and Megs asked if I could watch him for a little bit.”
Tennessee started making nonsensical, excited sounds, bouncing in my lap, so I handed him a toy truck that he latched onto and immediately put in his mouth. I could hear the guys in the background on the phone razzing Zack and I couldn’t help but laugh. He moved to a different room as we talked.

“I hate to tell you this, but as soon as we hang up, he’s going to throw a fit.”
I hadn’t thought of that, “Oh…”
“Don’t worry. Just hold him. He’ll calm down and then you can put him down. He looks exhausted.”
“She said he didn’t sleep well.”

Zack’s face fell. Dammit, I didn’t call to make him sad, I called to make him--them--happy. But he perked up, hiding his disappointment.

“If I tell you I how much l like seeing you with him, will that send you running for the hills?” He teased. God, the eyebrow. Did he know what that did to me?
I smirked back, “If I told you how much I like spending time with him, would you ever see me again?”

This made him laugh and blush cutely, shaking his head, “Violet, I swear to god…” I heard yelling in the background, “Fuck. I gotta go.” He looked at his son as I got his attention so Ness would look up, “Bye, Ness. I love you. Be good for your new mommy.” He looked at me, winked, and hung up.

I paled as I forgot how to breathe. What the fuck did he just say? I mean...he was kidding...right?

I didn’t have time to think about it before Ness started crying. Oh my god, talk about the worse sound in the universe. I looked down as those huge, tear-filled, copycat green eyes looked up at me. He had the same filled out cheeks, that were now tear stained, and the same pouty lips, which were now quivering. I lifted him into my arms as I stood and he wrapped his little arms around my neck. Ness kept crying, but so easily settled against me. My heart broke when I realized how much he needed attention because of how often Zacky was gone. Bouncing him a little, I patted his back and closed my eyes. How on earth did parents do this?

Maybe something of Zack’s or something that reminded Ness of him would calm him down? But what? I looked around the room and my eyes immediately went to one of the boxes. Opening one, because apparently I had no boundaries, I found exactly what I was looking for. The first piece of clothing I found was a hoodie. I tested it to see if it smelled like him and wasn’t ready for what it did to me. Good god. Sinking to the floor, I threw it over the toddler’s head and wrapped him in it before picking him back up.

Worked like a charm. He quieted, gave me those big green eyes again, and put his head on my shoulder. Wow, he was so precious. And being wrapped up in his daddy’s sweatshirt didn’t help.
I took a picture of the two of us and sent it to Zacky.

When he started to drift off, I warily took the hoodie back off, knowing it would be way too warm. Ness shifted, but resettled in my arms. I decided to keep him quiet I would let him stay there instead of putting him in his crib. Of course I told myself this was why, and not that I was becoming overly fond of the little one.

*

Three hours later I sat in the passenger seat of Michelle’s Mercedes. For some reason she insisted she drive me back to Johnny’s. I had an idea why, but really hoped I was wrong. The awkward silence, though, confirmed my inkling.

“How did the shoot go?” I asked nervously.
She laughed sarcastically, keeping her eyes on the road, “Cut the shit, Violet.” Dammit.
“I’ve seen you in a room with Zack. I’ve heard things. I saw your face any time we talked about him. Have no idea why I’m the only one. What’s going on with you two? Are you the reason they’re separated?”

I forced myself into acting mode, “What!? No!!--”
“Then what is it that I see, huh? You’re telling me you haven’t slept with him??”

I ruffled my hair, no idea what to say to her, “Look, we have chemistry. I can’t deny that. But that’s all it is, I keep my hands to myself out of respect for Meaghan. She’s my friend, and whatever is between me and Zack will stay a question mark until she’s okay with it.” I dared a look in her direction, my cheeks hot, as I wondered what she would say to that. There it was, out there for at least someone even if it wasn’t Megs.

“So you guys have talked about this?”
“No! Just...if...I mean, if anything were to, well if he asked I wouldn’t even--” I was so flustered and out of nowhere, Michelle smiled, laughed, and patted my knee.

“As long as you’re not the one he cheated with, that’s mainly what I wanted to know. You can’t help chemistry, it is what it is. I just had to know if you’d acted on it at all.”

I could only shake my head, having no idea how she believed me. All the lying was really starting to get to me. She could sense the next question that I didn’t dare ask.

“Don’t worry. There’s no reason to tell Megs, or anyone else, at least yet. Meaghan’s a pretty girl that the guys all love, so it won’t take long until she’s dating again. You can ask her then.”

My eyes widened at that idea--both because she suggested it and because it made so much sense. Why hadn’t I thought of that?
I chuckled, much more at ease, “Thanks, Michelle.”
“Don’t mention it. Literally.”

***

Notes

Thanks to Larisa again for helping me add to this chapter! having Ness in the hoodie was her idea. Melt, right???

How long are they gonna have to hold out before they can actually "date"??

As always, thanks for reading!

Comments

@rizanicole
Thanks for appreciating that little tidbit!! I can't wait to get some one day, I bet it is really fun! Hope you like yours!
@overneaththepathofmisery
RIGHT?!? hahaha

FINALLY! *praise the lord, motherfucker!*

Yaaaaay!! So glad to see them back together, and in a (potentially) more stable situation! I really love the detail of her taking out her contacts for this conversation, it makes the whole thing feel very real and vulnerable. (I wore colored contacts for the first time a couple weeks ago, and dang, they can really make you feel like a different person, lol!)

rizanicole rizanicole
6/1/19

@overneaththepathofmisery
Bahaha right?!? Well, here ya go!

violetvictoria violetvictoria
5/27/19

Bitches (and I use that term AFFECTIONATELY) better be figuring their shit out *shakes fist in a completely non threatening, entirely laughable manner*