Violet wanted space, so I gave her space. Despite how hard it was not to, I didn’t text her. The days ticked by and turned into weeks. Tour always felt like home, I was having fun like I always had. The guys all thought it would be hilarious to push girls my way, just to see if I’d sleep with any, so about two weeks in--I did. Damn, it had been so long since I’d gone down the groupie rabbit trail, and man I had forgotten how easy the tail was. Quite impressed with myself, with how good looking they still were despite my not being 25 anymore, I waited until one came my way that was too good to pass up.

Deathbat tattoo on her neck, long black hair, big brown eyes. I fucked her twice, right out in the open in the back lounge just so that if any of the guys walked onto the bus they’d get an earful of what was coming to them for encouraging me. Like I needed to be encouraged...I’d get there eventually without any of their help, thank you very much, I was just taking my time.
Part of me knew they were all just doing it to live vicariously through me, and that was kind of a high in itself. Well, except for Brooks. That dude got an amazing amount of ass, and none of us could believe we’d never noticed before. It’s not like it was every night, but in those two weeks that had gone by, he’d disappeared several times.

It was, of course, the night I first fucked a groupie, that Violet texted me. The notification sounded as we were doin’ it, so I checked my phone as she was getting dressed, after I’d zipped back up.

“Uh, they’re beautiful. Neither of those are Meaghan, though.” The girl quirked her lip at me and I chuckled as she looked at the picture I’d just been sent. Unfortunately, it was so hot, it had the soldier I’d just put to rest--twice--back at attention.
It was Violet and Erin, snuggled up to one another with satisfied grins on their faces as they both looked coyly into the camera. No nudity in the actual photo, but they were clearly naked and had clearly just fucked. Goddammit.
Accompanying it was a simple “thinking of you.”

“No, um, Megs and I are separated. The purple one’s kind of my girlfriend.” I shrugged, smiling crookedly at finally getting to say it out loud.
“Kind of?”
“Yeah. Kind of. I guess the short answer is that we see other people.” My phone dinged again and my skin crawled as I read it.

Send me something. I want to see skin, preferably lots of it. Do it now.

The command sent chills straight to my currently not-flaccid-any-longer dick. I was still shirtless, so I gave the deathbat a smirk, “Wanna take a picture with me and send it to her?”
She cocked a brow at me, “Sure, Zacky.”

I took the picture, but waited until the girl was waving goodbye and stepping off the bus to send it to her.

Thinking of you as well.

After not hearing from her for a couple of weeks, I wasn’t sure what to expect next. I had no idea if she’d hold up her end of the no jealousy bargain or not, so I waited impatiently. By the time I had dressed and relieved myself, my notification sounded again.

I can live with you sleeping with your wife again, but I wish you had told me she knows about us. She really read me the riot act before letting me know she was actually okay with it. You could have warned a girl.

Damnit.

You wanted to chill, sweetie. So I gave you your space. And she told me she was fine with it, so I didn’t think she’d corner you. That doesn’t seem like her at all, really.

I sent that much, not wanting to admit to her I felt bad, so I added--

You alright?

Yes, I’m fine ; )

That you are, my dear.
I knew I shouldn’t give her much, so I figured out a way to cut it short without being rude.
It was good to hear from you. I’ve got to go. Text me later?

You got it, babe.

I smiled at my phone, and left it at that.

*****Vi’s POV*****

“You alright?” Erin snapped me out of it after I put down my phone.
“What? Why wouldn’t I be?” I laughed emptily.
“Because he’s sleeping with other people.” She gave me a look that said she could see right through me.

I huffed. “I don’t love it. There, ya happy?” Rolling my eyes, I started pulling my clothes back on, “But...I think I could get used to it. I mean, he’s cool with me being with others, so I have to be with him….” I forced myself to think about him fucking someone else, “Although, when I really think about it...I guess it’s not so bad.” In fact, thinking about him having sex was still flat out hot, even if with someone else, “As long as he keeps fucking me, too.” I grinned.

Erin smiled lazily and stretched, finally also getting dressed, “You’re leaving right? Wouldn’t want you to stay and complicate my life.” She joked.
I threw her shoe at her, “No, slut. I’m going.”

Dude, she was the best.

*

The sun beat down on my skin and I closed my eyes as I turned my face up into it, letting the wonderful ocean breeze calm me. I definitely hadn’t enjoyed the beach enough since I’d moved here, and it was high time that changed. I probably wasn’t going in the water, but the scene and the sun and the smells and the company were all awesome. Meaghan had told me I should come hang out with them at the beach since they’d finally gotten Michelle out of the house for a few hours, so here we were.
I had been a little nervous about hanging out with Michelle, but she seemed cool and soon we were all laughing and having a fantastic time. They were introducing me to people and it felt great to get out and mingle with them.

“Well if it isn’t the bisexual emo girl.”



I whipped around to find the bartender from the emo night walking up to us, blindingly white smile lighting up his handsomely cut face. My gaze shamelessly drifted down his perfectly cut torso, right over his chest….six pack...chiseled as fuck V.
“Hi.” I put on my best flirty smile.
“Jake. I don’t think I actually introduced myself the other night.” He put out his hand and I shook it.
“Violet.”
“Well, Violet, have you witnessed the tornado that is the aftermath after you left with Rhea?” He scrutinized.
I laughed, “Is she really that bad? I mean, so far I haven’t heard from her. She seemed pretty alright with the one night stand thing.”
His laugh was deep and sexy, “That’s how she gets you. You’ll be completely blind-sided, trust me. I give it...another month.”
“Month?” I raised both eyebrows
“Yep.”

Meaghan came up behind me and whispered something in my ear that she totally could have said out loud but she was being too shy to say anything at all in front of the gorgeous stranger. With a dry chuckle I realized I no longer had any of Jake's attention.

“Who’s your friend?” Jake finally revealed his eyes by putting his shades on his head.
I looked between the bartender and my horrified friend, who just stood there eyes widening. Laughing, I patted Megs on the shoulder to try and shake her out of it, “This is Meaghan. Meaghan, this is Jake. He bartends at the Gaslamp.”

I watched with fascination as they hit it off and Megs relaxed a little, re-learning how to flirt again. Making a lame excuse to leave, I walked back over to the rest of the girls as they not-so-subtly stared in their direction.

“D’you know that hot piece of amazing ass in the biblical sense?” Val curled a lip at me as we sighed together.
“Sadly, no. He’s a bartender that I talked briefly with last week when I was trolling for pussy.”
Kelly lost it when I said the phrase, “You troll for pussy?”
“I was that night.”

Mich, who was clearly a little tipsy after having only a drink or two, narrowed her eyes over her stylish glasses, “Trying to forget Zack?”

Motherfucker. Did they know? The look on the rest of their faces said no, they most certainly did not. Do I own it at this point?

“No use in trying to forget the fuck of your life.” I shrugged. No way that just came out of my mouth. Greeeeeeat.

“Come again, what now?”
“You, uh, I’m sorry, did…”
“You’re….???”

Lacey, Val, and Kelly stood there gawking. The look on Michelle’s face was actually pretty priceless. I guess she didn’t know Megs already knew, so it was full of “whoops” as well as trying to pull off the look like she meant to say it. Then they all turned to Michelle.
The twin’s hazel eyes changed to “oh, fuck” as she looked back at them, “What? She’s fucking Zack.”

“Yeah, and she knows. And Megs says she’s fine with it.” I hesitantly put a hand on my hip--needing to be confident to pull this off but not wanting to seem like a bitch.

“Fine with what?” The blonde giggled as she skipped over to us, a huge-ass grin on her face, “Fine with that gorgeous hunky dreamboat?”

Val didn’t skip a beat, “You knew Vi’s screwing your ex-husband and you’re fine with that?” She crossed her arms over her chest and cocked a hip with plenty of attitude she was clearly throwing my way despite the fact she was talking to Megs.

I scoffed back a laugh when Meaghan just waved her off, head turned the way Mr. Six Pack had gone, “Yeah, whatever. It was after we split, what do I care? I don’t care who he’s fucking now, especially since the only thing I care about at the moment is when I’ll be fucking him.”

We all giggled and agreed he was so pretty none of us would even care how he was in the sack.

As the other women talked, Val turned to me, her face stern, but her eyes somewhat relenting, “You keeping things casual? With Zack?” Her posture relaxed a little.
I sighed, “I recently found out some things about him that are pretty much guaranteed to keep things that way, so yeah.”

She raised both eyebrows, catching onto the idea that the specifics were meant to be unsaid. Then she put a tongue in her cheek, trying not to smirk too hard, “Fuck of your life, hm? Megs never really bragged about him much. Which I always thought was funny.”
“Funny?” I knew she was most likely trying to get a rise out of me, but I definitely had to know what she meant.

Val paused, trying to figure out how much to disclose, “I haven’t been with him, but Michelle has.” She raised a brow, “You know the era that I’m talking about. Sex, drugs, and rock n roll,” The twin chuckled. It was a weird mix of nostalgia and...regret? “They don’t talk about it much, but I know she had threesomes with him and Brian, ya know, back then. Between that and….well, being on a tour bus with all of them, I always got the idea he’s kind of an animal.”

When she smiled, so did I, more than relieved that she was okay with this. Finding out he’d been with Michelle was kind of...odd, but not really bad, I guess. So I just shrugged, “Everyone says they can see our chemistry as soon as we’re near one another, so I think that’s all it is. We go well together. And yeah, I'd say animal about sums it up.”

“I gotta see this,” Her grin got deeper, more wicked.

Meaghan circled an arm around my waist and stage whispered at me, “Teach me your ways, oh open-legged one,” She giggled and I playfully pinched her, “Seriously, though! I have to learn how to bed that beautiful beast of a man and I fear I might embarrass myself!”

I grinned to myself that she actually wanted my sex advice, “I’m sure you’ll do just fine, Megs. Just don’t hold back and have fun. Guys like both of those things. Although, I’m sure most of what he’s interested in is this,” I moved a finger up and down, indicating her body.
She rolled her eyes for emphasis, “Gaaawd, I hope so.”

***Z’s POV****

“Val, c’mon, why would I tell you? What does that conversation even sound like?? Why are you mad about--babe? Hello?”

Matt paced in the middle of the main room on the bus. He looked at his phone in question and then glared at me. I looked away, knowing exactly what this was about.

“Damnit, Zack! Now I'm in trouble thanks to your little affair!! All the girls know, and I wouldn’t be surprised if every one of us gets this call!!” He angrily held up his phone and pointed at it before looking around the room. Johnny and Brooks looked wide-eyed at him and then turned towards me, the same miffed look on their faces.

Fuck.

“How did she find out you knew, Shadz?” I crossed my arms, giving him a sarcastic look.
Matt opened his mouth, closed it again, opened it again, and then just continued glaring at me. He straightened and folded his arms, “The girls apparently found out yesterday when they were all hanging out at the beach together and Michelle spilled the beans--”

“Seriously?! She said she’d keep her trap shut!” I narrowed my eyes at Brian.

“Chelle had a couple o’ drinks, I guess, and snapped at your girlfriend when she was basically bragging about getting some pussy.”

“Yeah, that sounds like her…” I shook my head and chuckled. I should probably tell them not to call her my girlfriend, but I liked the sound of it a little too much. Then Matt laughed, too, raising his brow down at me from where he stood a little straighter. There was that little kid sideways grin again, “What?”

“Violet said something interesting about you that Val just told me.” He put his tongue in his cheek, taunting me.
I swallowed hard, hoping he wouldn’t go so far as to make me do stuff for this information. I stood, along with all my brothers, as the room quieted. Christ crept up next to Matt and I rolled my eyes--I was so screwed.

“You…” Johnny tapped his finger against his mouth in thought, “You have to dress up like you used to in the self titled days--bowtie and shit--for the show tomorrow night. And we get to tease you all night about it on stage.”

Stupid little shit. That could have gone worse, though. I tightened my crossed arms, “Fine.” I motioned at Shadz to come out with it.

“She called you ‘the fuck of her life.’” Matt got that stupid grin on his face again.



My eyebrows hit my hair line as I looked back at him and around at my bandmates, “She what?!?”
“Way to go, man. She really likes you. Or at least likes to fuck you,” He patted me proudly on the shoulder. A slow grin spread across my face as the realization set in.

Brooks walked up behind our singer and patted him on the back, “Good, now you’re not the only one that says that about Zack.”

We all howled in laughter as Matt blushed and threw his hands in the air.

*

That stupidly huge grin was still on my face as we played through “The Stage,” the following night.



I felt ridiculous--black slacks and black collared shirt and red bow tie. I did know that she’d see me, though, and probably like it. Which also had me on top of the fucking world. I probably shouldn’t care this much that she liked me that much in bed, but what guy doesn’t want to be worshiped sexually?

After the song was over, Matt did his usual hellos to the crowd and I figured it was coming.
“....and I know you girls like how Zacky V’s dressed tonight, am I right?!” He put an arm across my shoulders as he hyped up the crowd, while I shook my head and smiled.

That’s when I figured I would send her something special later that night.

*****

Notes

You're welcome for the Jensen porn, holy shit. Once again, you can thank Ghost and Larisa for pulling me into Supernatural. In other news, I'm about to move to Texas and get to go to the bar Jensen co-owns. Too bad he's married.

So,....what's the something special??
And hey...that was a chapter without smut....sort of.

Hope you guys enjoyed as usual!! Thanks for reading!