Runaway

*****

“Dude.”

Ben whispered from the bed before he quickly got up, put on some sweatpants, and brought me my boxers. I just stood there. Staring at the door.

“I’m so sorry, man.”

I put them on, trying to find my voice, “I-I’ll have the driver take me home when he gets back.”

“Are you kidding?” He stopped me, putting his hands on my shoulders and making me look up at him, “I don’t think you should be alone right now. We are going full on girly sleepover. The driver has cheesecake and I have plenty to drink and you’re going to tell me what the fuck that was about.”

Ben rummaged around in my bag and threw me some sleeping pants. As I put those on, he poured us both drinks. I sat down on the couch in his living room, staring blankly at nothing. I had shed a few tears as she left, but now I was just numb. My mind had just turned it off. Maybe this was why I didn’t love anyone.



My photographer sat next to me and handed me the liquor, “So...do you understand what she was going on about?”

I nodded, barely. “Y-yes…” I took a long drink, “I, um...don’t love anyone. Other than my band members, and my son. I’ve never been in love, as they say. Vi...she knew this...and we were dating anyway…” I stared at the drink in my hands, my voice soft, “So I get it. Why she left. I’m really going to miss her, though.”

Ben took this in stride, nothing but understanding on his face, “So you're a straight man, who happens to only love men?”
I shrugged, “Yeah, I guess. They're the only ones I trust.”

“How did you figure that one out, anyway?” He asked, wide-eyed as he went to his door the intercept the cheesecake the driver brought back.

“Brian was the one who finally put it all together. He started asking me all these questions about how I felt about Gena, and we were high as fuck, so both of us were a little surprised at my answers. I liked being with her, but I never understood the things the girls always wanted. Whenever we were apart, I was fine with it. Doing nice things for her was like pulling teeth. I did them sometimes anyway, since the guys told me I had to. This, what we just did, I would never, ever do that for Meaghan or Gena.”

Ben gave me a flat look since I’d missed the obvious implication here, “But you would for Violet.”
I stared at my drink.
“When you’re on tour, Zack, do you miss Violet like crazy?”
I shook my head, “Well, yeah, but--”
“She’s told me about some of the things you’ve done for her…”
I just kept staring at the drink.

“I hate to break it to you, mate, but that's love.”

I blinked for a moment before I sighed heavily, “I dunno, Ben. I can't risk it. She's right. I can't try this with her and fail again, she's been through enough.”

He patted my back, “I think you should at least consider it. Everyone can see what you guys have is different and special. But I also get that you have a unique personal situation. Any idea why you're like this?”

Sitting back into the couch, I looked up at him, “Bri thinks it's because my mother left when I was really young. But I have a terrible relationship with my father, too, so I don't really get that. I've never really cared much, I guess. I learned to accept it years ago.” I ran a hand over my face, “Thanks for...everything, Ben, but I just want to go to bed so I can forget about this for awhile. I'll sleep on your couch if you don't mind.”

“Of course,” He smiled sadly, “But you're welcome to sleep in my bed. I'm not going to cuddle you or fuck you or anything.”

We both laughed lightly and I shrugged, following him to bed.

****Vi’s POV***

I walked into my apartment in a daze. The limo had taken me home as I cried uncontrollably in the back. I was still crying now. I was numb, scared, shaky.

Not even turning on any lights, I found the Scotch and curled up on the couch. What had I done?......What I had to do. I tried not to be mad at him, but it was hard not to be. If he couldn’t love me back, why did he do all those things for me? It was really cruel. We could have just been fuck buddies, but no.

A tiny, tiny part of me had held out hope that when I had told him I was falling for him, he’d admit that he was, too--for the first time ever. I rolled my eyes at myself. Stupid girl. Why on earth would I be different?

I tried to keep myself from thinking and drank to try and assist with this. Thinking led to dizzying thoughts of my new friends, Megs, the guys, how would I deal with this, how embarrassing this was, etc etc etc. So I drank until it was enough to get me to sleep, still in the dress and lingerie he’d bought me--on the couch.

****

I woke up to more tears when I looked over myself and remembered what had happened the previous evening. As I made myself get up and shower, random tears slipped down my cheeks. Wrapping myself in my most comfortable sweats, I began my day of pigging out and doing what any decent deathbat does to feel better--I watched videos. Sure, it was pathetic and sure, it just made me miss him more, but I didn't care.

That afternoon I was in the middle of the LBC DVD, watching the cutest rhythm guitarist who ever lived wear a fucking bow tie, when I guess I had it too loud and there was a knock on the door. Rolling my eyes and pausing it, I traipsed to the door.

Not even checking the peephole, I opened the door with an apology on my lips when I froze. The tallest cool drink o' water I'd ever seen stood there, looking a little miffed until he saw me. He looked just as surprised as I was.



“Um...I'm sorry to interrupt...are you alright?”

Violet showed up,out of nowhere--her tires squealing to a stop as if to ask what did I miss?--my back straightening and my mind racing for which way to play this. Come clean?
I put my fingertips at my lips, seemingly innocent and trying not to overdo it, “I broke up with my boyfriend last night.”

“The loud one with the huge car?”

Loud one? I blushed and lowered my lashes, “Yeah...I'm sorry if the music's a little loud. I'll turn it down.”

“Oh, not at all. Look, my name is Quin and I realize you don't know me, but...do you need someone to talk to?”

Quin towered over me, pretty hazel eyes looking me over as he tried to recover and ran his fingers through his almost shoulder length brown hair. While I'm sure I was a mess, my hair was still somewhat styled--my ponytail holding my still-curled hair from the night before.

I paused as to not seem too eager before opening the door, “Uhmmm….sure. I’m Violet.” I tried not to stare as his long legs carried him into my place.

“This is nice,” He glanced around at my somewhat decorated apartment.

“Thanks…” I walked right up to him as he turned back around towards me. My heart raced as I bit my lip coyly his way from where I was almost right up against his tall frame, “Quin...I don’t mess around. I see something I want, I go after it.”



The huge hunk smiled a little, “The walls aren’t that thick, Violet. I know exactly how much fun you like to have.” He hooked a finger under my chin and bent down to kiss me. I welcomed his lips on mine and when I reached for him, he hiked me up into his strong arms.
Grinning, he walked us to my bedroom and fell on top of me as we toppled onto the bed. We hungrily kissed and I pulled at his tshirt. He stood up to take it off and my jaw hit the floor. He was so enormous. Everywhere. Several inches over six feet tall, broad shoulders, thick, ripped muscled arms, chest, abs…



Quin smiled wide at the eye worship, “Your turn sweetie.” When he folded his arms, feet planted, I thought I might faint.

I wasn’t wearing a bra, so in two swift movements, I was completely naked. Now I was grinning at the eye worship, a smirk firmly planted on his mouth and mine.

“While we’re in the gawking stage...something you should probably know about me.” He went for his belt and didn’t even push his jeans down...just pulled it out.



My jaw went slack again as my eyes widened.

I’d had lots of experience since I moved here. Lots. But nothing, I mean nothing, prepared me for what was in front of me. I’d never seen anything that big...and it was soft.

I swallowed hard. I had to admit, I wasn’t sure if I…..

Quin crawled over me, his beautiful long hair falling in his face as his hazel eyes locked onto mine, “Don’t worry, Violet. I know what I’m doing.”

I bet you do.

Twenty minutes later, I was a heavy breathing mess of a helpless girl. His large, sexy hands caressed over my pliant body as pulled orgasm after orgasm from it. But he was what I wanted and he was barely letting me touch him.

“Quin…” I whimpered as he climbed on top of me again. This time, I firmly yanked his hips up against mine, his enormous erection trapped between our lower bodies. He chuckled lightly against my lips after he kissed me.

“You do know what you’re doing,” I panted. Running my fingers through his hair, I nipped at his lower lip, “You have condoms specially made for that thing?”

His smile was purely boy-next-door-turned-bad. He soon had a Magnum on that looked like it fit so tight he was about to bust out of it. Adrenaline rushed through me as he held himself up on one arm over me. Quin’s other hand disappeared between my legs and I seriously felt like a virgin again.

My eyelids fluttered when his deep voice rumbled in my ear, “Take a deep breath.” Just as my insides were melting, he pressed against me. And pressed. And….wow.

His thick head pushed inside me and I did take a deep breath, “Quin...holy fuck…” I squirmed, wondering how the shit he was fitting the rest of that in me. The thickness had my body reeling. It didn’t hurt exactly, yet, just stretched me past my limits and drove me mad with want. It felt incredible.

“Violet, you still with me?” His lips found mine again and I nodded. Trying to keep my breathing under control, my fingers dug into his sides as our eyes met, “More, please.”

Quin moved his hips just enough to work in another couple of inches and stopped. His eyebrows hit his hairline when I screamed his name, my thighs quaking around his hips.

“Seriously?” He handsomely smiled sideways down at me, but I was already drowning in the passion, in the moment, in the fact that I felt good instead of heartbroken. Arching my back, I started doing his job for him--moving my hips so that his cock pulled out and then went a little deeper. Fuck that was so good. I did it again.

“Easy, woman, god--” His jaw set as he planted himself on his elbows around me. When he stilled my hips, his chest heaving, I whimpered.
“If we don’t do it my way, you literally won’t be able to walk tomorrow. May sound hot, but it’s not. Now relax.”

I summoned my naughtiest look and licked my tongue over the bottom of my front teeth, “How can you expect me to relax with only half of that monster cock inside me, and all I want is the rest?”

Quin scoff-laughed, “Fine.” The rest slid into me and I went through the ceiling. When I came again, he almost lost it--jaw ticking as he kept himself from fucking me, “Jesus christ, girl. Fucking stop it, or I’m going to fuck you into the next decade.”

Now I was almost sobbing, not able to deal with how full, spread out, and wrecked I felt. I bit lightly into his shoulder and clung to his back as I tried to deal with it. I tried to move my hips, but he had me pinned.

“Okay, you want to be in control here, you got it.” Quin deftly moved so I was on top, his gorgeously huge body spread out under me. As soon as I started moving my hips, I lost it again.

Pulling up his shaft, I had to admit, was awkward. I felt out of my element suddenly, but kept trying. Now it ached, didn’t feel right. Giving up, I slid my hands up his chest and nibbled at his neck, “I apologize for getting so out of control. Lets do this your way.”

Quin smirked at me and gently rolled me under him. I winced. When he didn’t move, it started to just hurt. He slowly pulled back and pushed in, groaning as my mouth fell open.

“Better?” He smiled down at me, touching my hair before his hand moved down and palmed one of my breasts. I arched into it, so he thumbed over the pebbled peak, “You’re sensitive everywhere, aren't you?”

I nodded as his cock seemed to go deeper. When he lightly pinched my nipple, I groaned and came again.

Quin chuckled, “Alright, if you want any other positions, best tell me now. You keep coming and I’m going to before long. I’m used to tight, but I’m definitely not used to a pussy stroking me back that much.”

I attempted to find my voice, “T-turn me over.”
“You got it, babe.”

When he pulled all the way out, I took a couple of deep breaths before turning over. Quin spread my knees wide and climbed in between them. He rubbed himself over me from behind, once again gently pressing his crest into me. I clung to my pillow for dear life when I realized he was doing the same thing over again, slowly working himself in and out before he was all the way inside me again. His wide finger span spread over my entire ass cheek as he massaged it, a beautiful moan falling from his lips, “Ah god, it’s way harder not to fuck you from the angle.”

I wanted to beg him to, even if just to his ending, but I couldn’t make words happen. I sobbed into the pillow as I kept coming, which made him go ever so slightly faster.

“Quin…” I mumbled into my pillow, my vagina basically in continual contraction around his thickness.
He started making more and more noise, which only worked me up more. This guy was so fuckin’ sexy.

“Let me see you…” I moaned. I definitely wanted to see his face when he came. If I could still see by then.
Quin slowed and pulled out, running his long fingers through his hair as I faced him. Damn, that was a good move. He started the process of getting inside me again, one hand holding him up and one on my thigh.

“I need more, Quin. Please...just a little...harder…”

He bit his lip as he did as I requested. I gasped loudly, the new sensations of him taking me deeper and faster absolutely overwhelming, “Quin!!”

A smile ghosted over his lips when I climaxed. My gaze shamelessly drifted over his build frame, down to where his hips disappeared between mine--where he was almost fucking me.
“Yes--” I squirmed uncontrollably.

His handsome face twisted as his jaw set hard, his hips going a little harder. The movement and his face and his cock throbbing into orgasm all sent me over the edge and we came together, panting and groaning.



“Wow…” Quin mumbled after awhile from where he’d collapsed over me, “Now I understand what all the fuss was about.”
“The fuss?” I asked, knowingly.
“How loud your partners are when you bring them here. That was so good.”
“Mmm.” I grinned, enjoying the sated look in his eyes, “Yes it was.”

I couldn’t help the light sigh that left me when he pulled out. He left behind a soreness I’d definitely never felt before.
“You alright?” He husked.
I flushed and nodded. Quin pulled me into his hard chest and I settled there easily, despite the fact that I’d just met him.

“You need to talk about it?” He kissed my hair.
“Definitely not. I don’t want to think about it at all.”
“I’ll be honest, you’ve had enough people in here that I figured you weren’t serious with anyone. I was a little surprised when you said you had a boyfriend.”
I ignored his comment, since I’d already said I didn’t want to talk about it, “So...how’s an extremely handsome, built guy like you single?”

He chuckled ironically, “I wasn’t...until recently. Went through a bad breakup myself a couple months ago. Girl I’d been with for a couple of years.”
“I’m sorry.”

The silence was about to get awkward when there was a knock on my door. Fuck. It was probably Erin. She’d texted a couple of times but I hadn’t texted back.

I hurriedly grabbed my robe, “It’s probably my girl Erin. Please, don’t feel like you have to leave.”

Quin nodded and I walked to the door, opening it without a second thought.



My breath caught as my eyes watered. Dammit to all the fucks. Despite the fact that he looked like he’d been through hell and back, Zack still looked fine as hell.

He held out the key that I’d given him and it was like a punch to the gut, “Thought you might want this back. Can I have a minute?”

I was about to tell him it wasn’t a good time, but his eyes raised to over my shoulder and I knew I was fucked. Motherfucker.

Zacky only gawked as Quin quietly walked over to me, leaned down to kiss my cheek, “If you need anything, you know where I’ll be.”
He walked out and I lowered my gaze as I closed the door.

The guitarist who couldn’t love me folded his arms--a little too indignantly for my taste. I crossed my arms, trying to hold back so many different retorts about the fact that he had zero right to say anything, “What?” I dared him speak up.

Vengeance opened his mouth, closed it. Opened it, closed it. Finally giving up, he ran his fingers through his disheveled hair--his eyes softening, “You always did look amazing after a good fuck.”

It wasn’t accusatory, just sad. A stray tear escaped and I quickly wiped at it.

“Hey, um...I just…” He fumbled and put his hands in his pockets. Why did he have to be so goddamn adorable all the time? “Wanted you to know I’m sorry. For leading you on.”

“I knew what I was getting into.”

“Still. I’m sorry. I know things might be awkward for awhile, but I guess...I hope we can be okay one day. I hope you stay friends with Megs, she really seems to like you. The girls...I know you came here to simplify your life, not complicate it, so I’m sorry for hindering that.”

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, “I also came here to have fun, and we did plenty of that. But thanks.” I couldn’t really say much else, so he nodded sadly and we quietly parted ways again.

Notes

I know the first gif is a much younger Zacky, but I couldn't help but use it. He just looks so sad!

"I hate to break it to you, mate, but that's love."--Larisa's line! I loved it!! You guys can also thank Larisa for making me take out the total slash that I wrote, Ben comforting Zacky! I'll probably make it a one shot, lol, since it's already written.

I'm a Dean girl, but in season 7 Sam somehow gets a lot hotter and even more in 8. So here we are, again!! That said....I'd still take my Zacky over any of them any day ; )

STILL SO SAD. ARRRGHHH.