Runaway

***

I got up before Violet and quietly went downstairs for some coffee and to see if I could track down that tabloid. Joey laughed and walked up to me as I was trying to stay away from the donuts in the hotel’s cafe.

“It’s not that bad,” He handed me the trashy magazine with a shake of his head.
“It’s not?” I looked down to see they at least weren’t on the cover.
“Page 3. It’s not bad, as long as she doesn’t mind being called a few names while absolutely no one said anything about the fact Brooks is married.”
“Uh oh,” My eyes scanned the article. While she didn’t mind the media attention, I knew it might set her off that she was made to be the home wrecker just because she was the woman, “Dammit, why did I have to come down here?” I vented out loud, “Could’ve stayed in my room and gotten laid, but nooooo.” Joey almost spit out his coffee laughing at me as I glared at him. It wasn’t very funny to me. Even if there wasn’t a fight, this would probably have her not exactly in the mood. I chortled--who was I kidding, she was always in the mood.

So I practically skipped back to our room, reading over the article on the way.

“Rocker’s girlfriend on tour to bed entire band.” Oh, brother. The things people did with their time.

When I got back to the room, I almost started in with a comment on the paper when I realized she wasn’t in the room. I could hear where she was, though. Their sex noises were more than loud enough. They were actually fucking? And going at it, from the sounds of it. That’s it. If they were gonna do this, fine, but now I definitely wanted in on it.

When I walked in Matt’s room, he had her on all fours on the bed--holding her hair in one hand as he railed her from behind. He could barely register that I’d walked in the room. He’d lasted this long, but even I could tell he was about to blow. I started stripping, taking my time as I watched them.

“Vi, oh shit--”

There it was. Or, almost was. My girlfriend pulled off, whirled around, and gripped the base of his dick, hard, “Don’t you dare,” She actually snarled.

That’s what made me jealous? Yeah, that tone of voice was reserved for me and me only. Unfortunately, that’s when I realized Brian would’ve heard that voice as well.

“Vi, seriously, I can’t!” Matt practically sobbed and that broke my brooding mood. It was fucking hilarious. He balled his fists and whined like a little bitch.

“You can and you will!” She squeezed his sac and he whimpered, but calmed down a little.
My singer finally looked down at her once he could breathe again. I sat behind her on the bed facing him, playing with her tits as he groaned. That tone of voice of hers made me so effin' hot.
“How am I supposed to shower like this? I think even hot water would get me off after that.”

Violet grinned wide, running her fingers back into my hair, “Not my problem. But if you come, I’ll know. Then it’ll be strike 2 and we have a whole week left.”

Matt grumbled on as he headed towards the shower anyway. I nibbled at her neck, “You sure showed him.”

“I’m so glad you came over, Zack. I was lonely when I woke up.” She giggled naughtily.
“So you thought you’d satisfy your cravings on my singer’s huge dick?” I bit out harsher than I meant to, but grinned sideways to let her know I was going somewhere with this.



When I grabbed her wrist harshly and pinned her with a look, her breath caught and her nipples tightened, “I’m going to fuck you in the same position you were in when I walked in, just to remind you how much better I am at satisfying you. Hands and knees.” I calmly stood up and she swallowed hard, flushing with want.

She bent over and waited as I eyes her pussy. Wetting two fingers first, I slipped them palm up into her ass before taking her to the hilt.

“Zack--” My name was so breathless on her lips I almost didn’t hear it. That’s fucking right. I pulled out and slammed forward, doing the same with my fingers. Violet’s arms gave out and soon I was plowing her face down, ass up. She was crying, I was high on it. Reaching around with my other hand, I only had to barely touch her clit before she shattered--her come drenching the sheets under her. Ha.

Once she came, I could concentrate on my own orgasm--going hard until I emptied into her with a loud moan of my own. That’s when we both heard Matt’s grunt from the bathroom. I would’ve laughed if I wasn’t also still coming. Fuck, it was always sooo good with her.

Pulling out gently, I turned her over. She was blushy and smiley and incoherent, just the way I liked her. I chuckled and kissed her sweet lips, “Maybe we should shower, too.” I lovingly kissed along her jawline, “That was just play, baby. Did you like it?”

Violet nodded, blushed, bit her lip, sighed, roller her eyes. I think she liked it.

It wasn’t until after our long shower--with more sex of course--that the paper even came up. I’d been so distracted I’d completely forgotten about it.

“You got one?” She grinned wide as she toweled her hair.
“Yeah. Got you coffee, too, but of course that’s no good now,” I teased, eyeing her carefully as she read it. I tried to gather my things in the room together to make it seem like it wasn’t a big deal.

“Wow. I really do get around. Apparently I probably switch each of you out every night, like we have a rotation,” Violet chortled and I sighed a little in relief, “Oh, I was wrong. Says here I’m switching my focus from the rhythm guitarist to the drummer. For free lessons.” I saw her brow furrow for a quick second before she threw the paper at me playfully, “You are of no use to me now, Vengeance,” Violet shooed at me with her hand overdramatically and we both had a good laugh.

Even if she was technically bothered by it a little, she blew it off. Nothing wrong with that. Nope. Absolutely nothing. Do not say anything, Zack. I repeat, do not proceed!

“Baby?” I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her waist, kissing her cheeks, “Ya know, you can vent to me if you need--”

Violet backed away with an eye roll, “Oh, not this again. I’m a big girl, Zack, and I already told you it doesn’t bother me.” She started getting dressed, her movements making it pretty obvious she was upset.
Dammit, why the fuck did I open my mouth? “They didn’t mention one single time in that entire article that any of the guys are married, just so they can sweep over it and focus on you and make you the bad guy.”

“Newsflash, Zacky. I’m the female, therefore I’m always the bad guy. Pretty used to it,” Her eyes flashed over at me before she started packing her stuff. Being a guy, I tended to forget how stuff like this was sometimes portrayed. Now that I had a girlfriend whose sex drive would rival any dude’s--and was damn proud of it--it was a constant reminder of the double standards out there.
I did the only thing I really wanted to. Pulling her to me by the waist, I pressed our lips together into our deep, amazing, world-ending kiss--breaking it off a little sooner than I’d like just to make a point, “I love you.”

Violet smiled, clearly shaken from the kiss, and just threw her arms around me and latched her lips to mine again.

Whew. That was a close one.

*

We walked on the bus a little late, holding hands and a little in-the-clouds. The bus started rolling immediately, and we settled in to find the rest of the guys talking about it. Brooks sat there with it open in his lap, a horrified look on his face.
“You guys see this?!”

I almost lost my shit when Violet jumped over to him and sat close, her air becoming jokingly flirtatious, “Don’t tell Zack, I’m leaving him for you.” She winked at my drummer, who just blinked back for a moment. The rest of us bowled over with laughter until Brooks threw the paper in the air and shrugged, putting an arm around her shoulders and pumping his fist, “Alright!!”

**Vi’s POV**

After the drummer gave me an affectionate kiss into my hair, I got back up to put my stuff away. I paused, trying to decide on more coffee or more sleep. I was exhausted. We had hours before we’d be anywhere, so I climbed in Zack’s bunk.

“You feelin’ alright, baby?” I laughed lightly when I heard Zack basically yell at me from the living area. Braggart.

“Yes, just a little tired from the guitarist that kept me up all night!” I yelled back, giving him exactly what he wanted. I closed my eyes, a smile at my lips from the memories of the middle of the night. Sleep euphoria sex was so hot, and we’d really wanted to make the best of our hotel bed--apparently even at 3 in the morning. Zack was always a fucking stud in the sack, but wow….then this morning…

He’d been so right and I hope he knew it. Matt’s dick was huge and all, but I loved Zack and he did know exactly how I loved to be treated in bed. I buried my face in the pillow when all the warm fuzzies hit. They were freaking weird.

“She really alright with this?” I could heard Brian ask Zack quietly.
“I’m pretty sure she can hear you, weirdo. But yeah, she’s fine.”
“Man, she’s cool.” I chuckled when I heard Matt’s voice. It was still all strung out and wavering after he’d finally jerked off in the shower.
“Yeah, I bet you think she’s fuckin’ awesome right now.” Christ giggled.

“I have zero idea what you mean, bassist.” I could hear the grin in Matt’s voice.
Brooks joined in, “C’mon, we’ve all heard you begging her to let you come. That must be hellishly awesome torture.”
“Hey, it’s working! I lasted like five entire minutes this morning!”
I had to hold back my laugh as the rest of them cackled. Well, except for Zack.

“You fucked my girlfriend for five entire minutes this morning?!” The laughing stopped, “I thought you’d just started!”

“Um, I hate to break it to both of you, but that is just starting…” Syn commented, in a more serious tone.

“Not for him it’s not!”
“Hey, man, I thought you were cool with this. You know I would never if you weren’t...and hey, she didn’t even come, it’s like she was waiting for you.”

It was true. I had no idea why. I’d done it before, even without Zack there. But that morning, I’d held back. Which, with the position we were in and his size, had been extremely tough. I had no idea why I even did it, really, I just did.

I could hear the nervousness in Zack’s laugh, “Yeah, well, she was.”
“I know. If I hadn’t already, ya know, in the shower--seeing her come all over my bed sure woulda done it.”

My guitarist chuckled, “Yup. And that’s why I’m okay with it. She claims she only does that with me. She might fuck other people, but I know her body better than any of them.”

That’s when the smile fell off my face. I didn’t often feel guilty about being with others, but that one got to me. It had only happened once, but it still made me feel terrible. There had been that one other time it had happened with someone else. Then I realized just how much I wanted to be able to give that gift to Zack, to be able to tell him it was just him...and how dangerous that was.

“Dude...she...squirts?” I could barely hear Johnny ask. Both Matt and Zack hummed in agreement. How much this elicited reactions from all of them made me chuckle. Thinking back on my boyfriend’s initial reaction, though, had me wondering. He’d had several bad reactions now to me being with Matt, even if he immediately covered them up.

He wasn’t okay with this.

***

I didn’t wind up napping. I wound up overthinking shit. Ya know who overthinks shit? People in relationships.

No matter how much I tried to shake it off, it had my hair on end. I got ready for the show and didn’t seek out Matt--who you can bet noticed.
Zack was affectionate and I was affectionate back. He didn’t seem to notice how tense and wary of it I was, though. The show finally distracted me. My guitarist was so perfect and badass and beautiful, and they were on fire.



Good thing it was our turn in the bedroom tonight. I shoved all my feelings about relationships aside and knew I could drown myself in being with him in bed.

That’s healthy, Vi, really.

We held hands after the show as we mingled near the bus and had a couple beers. Shadz eventually made his way over to us, put a hand to my lower back, and whispered in my ear,

“Missed you before the show. You busy right now?” I had to admit he looked good in his sleeveless jean jacket and normal backwards hat, curls just starting at his neck.
I prided myself on being upfront and honest about this stuff, so I knew I should face this. Looking up at the singer, I didn’t want to get his hopes up, “I’ll meet you on the bus. We should talk.” He gave me a weird look, but walked off with a short nod.



I turned to Zacky and kissed his cheek, “I’ll be back in a minute.”
I didn’t miss the slight flash of his green eyes before he smiled to one side and squeezed my hand. Jogging onto the bus after a quick look around, I found Shadows.

“Are we not doing this anymore?” He sat on the couch and patted the space next to him, already knowing exactly what this was about.
I tossed my hair with a hand, sitting next to him, “Zack won’t admit it, but he’s not okay with this.” I breathed out.
“Yeah, I think you’re right. It’s fine, we had a good run--you and I,” Matt sing-songed lightheartedly, before his tone turned a little more serious, “Seriously, though, thank you. I can’t believe how selfish I’ve been for so long. Poor Val.”

I laughed out loud, “I have never, nor will I ever, feel bad for Val,” I smirked, to which he blushed a little, “But I’m happy to help.”

Matt sat back and gave me those hazels, “You might wanna give him some slack on this one, Vi. He loves you. And that’s a huge deal for him.”

I lowered my gaze. “This one” wasn’t what I had a problem with.
“I know…” I mumbled quietly. I was still trying to figure out whether or not to go into more detail, when my guitar god walked into the room, hands in pockets. He seemed to be taken aback that we were just sitting there talking.

A grin quickly replaced his surprised gawk, “Already done, Shadz?”

Matt threw him the finger as he stood up and left quietly. I watched as Zack sat where the vocalist had been beside me. I eyed him carefully as he sat forward, elbows on knees as he fidgeted with his hands.

“I hope you’re not ending things with Matt on account of me.”

Ending things with Matt? That was one hell of a way to word this.
I did my best to ignore it. I was really tired of fighting with him. They were just little tiffs, but it still made me exhausted because that’s what I’d been so wary of in the first place. And another one already loomed in our midst that I was trying to stay away from.
I scooted closer to him and laced my fingers into his, “You were really sexy tonight.” I kissed below his ear, “Like you always are.”

Zacky turned slightly and softly grasped my chin in his grip, his light green eyes captivating mine, “There’s my baby. Trying to fix everything with sex.”

I swallowed nervously, “Is it working?”

Vengeance took a deep breath, “Not this time, Vi.” He got up and walked to the bedroom, knowing we shouldn’t start a fight in front of the windows that everyone could see into. I followed with a huff, my heart pounding. I so did not want to do this.

Zack sat on the bed as I hung back at the door, “Something else is bothering you. You think I can’t tell, but I can.”

I dodged the bullet as best I could, “Zack, I can tell it bothers you, me being with Matt. Which is understandable. He’s your bandmate and your brother. I get it, and that’s fine. No more Matt, no more Brian. Unless it’s the three us, and even that--if you don’t want to--”

The guitarist stood, shoving his hands in his pocket sand turning away from me, “It seriously doesn’t bother me, Vi! Why don’t you get that? It’s not like I’ll ever have your fidelity anyway.”

I watched his shoulders tense as I glared at his back. He didn’t really just go there.

“Vi, baby--” Zacky whirled around, walking a few paces my way, hands out apologetically, “I didn’t mean that the way it sounded--”

I took a step back, my eyes falling to the floor, “Wow, you really aren’t okay with this…” I took an unsteady breath, tears threatening that this was falling apart so fast, “Zack…”

“Baby, please, I didn’t mean it--”
“I think I should go home.”

“Go home?” He stepped closer, the crack in his voice breaking my heart, “But...you have a week left…”
“There...are just...some things I need to think about is all, Zack. Don’t make it out to be a big deal, please…” I sniffled, not able to look at him.
He tugged on the back of his neck with a hand, backing away as he shook his head, “Are...are you breaking up with me?”

My eyes blew wide, “No!” I rushed to his side as he sat on the bed.
“Then what’s going on? Why can’t you stay? What the hell is happening?” Zack pulled both hands down his face, refusing to look at me.

“We’ve been in so many little fights since I came on tour, babe. Maybe it’s just not the best place for me…” I stared down at my hands, not sure exactly how to spell out what I needed to.
“We’ve had a couple tiffs, baby,” Zacky finally turned to me and tucked some hair behind my ear, “It happens.”

“That’s exactly it,” I made myself look at him. Knowing I was hurting those beautiful green eyes made me wanna hurl, but I was who I was, “It happens. Fights happen between couples and that’s exactly why I didn’t want to be in a relationship. Definitely not this soon…”

“Oh.” The resignation in his voice killed me, but then he grabbed my hand in his, “You don’t think we’re worth a couple of little disagreements?”



I smiled sadly, touching his soft beard, “It’s not that, Zacky. Just...a couple of disagreements turn into real fights and then we’re compromising who we are for each other and all that--I don’t want that for either of us…”

Surprising the crap out of me, Zack took my face in both his strong, tatted hands and tilted my face until I was looking up into his unwavering, emerald gaze, “I’m not letting you go, Violet. We’ll be in a major city tomorrow, so if you still want to leave, I’ll let you. But I’m fighting for us, even if you don’t. You’ll see. You need space, fine. But there’s no way this is over.”

Tears pricked my eyes again as I smiled at his tenacity. What the hell was my problem? He was absolutely phenomenal--as a boyfriend, a person, a lover, a musician. Dammit, Violet really pissed me off sometimes.

Zack pressed his lips to mine and I let him. Now who’s fixing things with sex. Not that I minded. His body pushed mine back into the covers as I wrapped my arms around him. He pressed his hardening cock against my core through all our clothes and I whined into his mouth. Grabbing onto the back of his shirt, he pulled out the bottom of it, unsteadily standing to go for the lights and then the rest of his clothes. I stared, as I often did, when his cock sprang free, hindering my own removal of clothes.

Instead of his full on cheeky smile, I got the pouty smirk and my panties might as well have melted off.



Ripping the rest of my clothes off, Zacky held himself up over me, entering me slowly inch by inch. I squirmed and gasped as he continued to smirk down at me.

“You can be a cold-hearted bitch, Violet. Out to break my heart that I fought so hard to give to you.” My heart pulled hard until he grinned that beautiful grin, tongue against his teeth, “And goddammit if I don’t love every fucking second.”

If it was possible to fall any harder for the punky guitarist, I did. A lock of his hair fell forward as he pulled back and thrust in. I grabbed back onto the pillow as I came with a hard grimace. Zack ground his hips as his first hit, his pulsing cock making me cry loudly as it accented my aftershocks.

Two of his orgasm later--and a lot of mine--we were both sweating a little and the bus had started rolling. Vengeance had arm around under me, helping hold me still as he rolled his hips and thrust hard. I kept running my hands through his sexy hair and over his soft beard, and he kept nipping playfully at my fingers--his perfect rhythm uninterrupted.

“Baby…” His pupil blown eyes searched mine, “I’m close and this is my last…”

I couldn’t fucking wait. Zack hadn’t left me once, and after him repeatedly coming inside me--it was starting to get so messy. But I loved it. I bit my lip, trying to hold off my own until his hit. I yelped as it crashed over me anyway, blinking my eyes open so I could watch him.

His eyes closed, his lips pressed into a firm line, his hips locked down, his come bathed my already drenched walls as we exploded together. My muscles contracting made it even messier and I could feel it between us. After I collapsed back into the sheets, I giggled and sighed, wrapping my legs around him.

Zacky tried to catch his breath, bracing himself on his elbows around me, “What?” He husked with a smile.

My cheeks heated as I brushed back some of the hair that had matted to his forehead. He traced my jaw with little kisses and a deep chuckle when I couldn’t answer.

“You like it when I come so much inside you it’s dripping out, even with my cock still buried deep, don’t you?”

Damn. “It’s even hotter when you say it…” I moaned. He pressed forward and I whined.
“Just a little something to remember me by when you leave me tomorrow.”

Instead of letting me react, Zack covered my mouth with his and kissed me into oblivion until I had no chance of coherent thought. When he pulled away, he kissed my nose and pulled out.
Plopping onto his back, the guitarist used his tshirt to wipe off his chest and face, gathered me in his arms, and shut off the light.

There wasn’t anything to say that hadn’t already been said. Despite how much I knew this wasn’t goodbye, something about it sure made it feel like goodbye.

***

Notes

I'm so sorry!!!! No, what, Violet, wtf are you doing?!? Zacky, shut the fuck up!!! arghhhh!!!!

Just you wait! Will she actually leave the next day?? What then???

Hope you guys enjoyed the drama and smut, please comment and thx for reading!!!!! You guys are the best! Muah!