Eager To Syn

**

Becca made small talk with the girls as she warily watched Brian drink. Johnny held an awesome Christmas party every year and this wasn’t her first. None of them judged her, for her career choice or for the fact that she put up with Synyster. They’d become her friends, too, even if not best friends.

“Maybe you should slow down, dude.” Matt laughed at Syn as he took another shot, “It’s only like, ten.”
Brian drunkenly pointed his way, “Fuck that. It’s the hoe-lidays. Eat, drink, and fuck.” He even added a hip thrust for emphasis.

Zacky rolled his eyes, “You keep this up, don’t think you’ll be able to get up.”
When Syn insisted on imbibing further, Vengeance walked away from their little group to corner Becca as she grabbed her second glass of wine.

Backing her up against the fridge, Zack boxed her in and leaned his lips to her ear, “I’m done watching you with him. Let me take you home and not only will I treat you like a queen, I’ll pay you double whatever he does.”

Before Becca could retort, the rhythm guitarist was being hauled off of her by his own twin lead.

“I’ve told you time and time again, Vengeance, that she’s mine. You touch her and you’re dead to me.” Glassy brown eyes flashed down at her as his fingers tightened in his own best friend’s hair.

Becca had no idea what he meant by “time and time again”--Zack had never come onto her before. She had no idea Brian was completely fabricating it.

Gates shoved Zacky into the other room and pulled her up against him, petting her hair, “I’ll double your pay, sweetie, if that’s what it takes to keep you around.”

Her eyes fell as she tried to remind herself he was drunk, “You know it’s not about that.”

Brian ignored the quip, “Lets go home. I don’t want you around him.”
Becca tried to play it off with a smile, “C’mon baby, the party’s just starting. We’re having such a good time.”

His brown eyes narrowed into that look that owned her, body and soul, “Do I need to ask again?”

She bit her lip to hold back a giggle before they scurried off to the car.

*

“What the hell was that, Vengeance? You have a death wish??” Brooks asked with a laugh.

Zacky snaked both arms around his wife’s waist, “I don’t actually want anything Becca is selling. I have everything I could possibly want right here.”

Meaghan giggled and it took several moments before a laughing lefty looked up to find the questioning look on their faces. He stopped and rolled his eyes, “C’mon, guys. We all know he’s in love with her. There, I said it. We all deny it, he denies it, but I’m done. She makes him happy, he makes her happy. I’m just trying to fast track him to his destination of not being a fucktard.”

Christ scoffed, “Good luck with that one.”

***

Brian slammed the car door and for a moment just sat there seething. Becca held her breath as she put it in drive and headed home.

“My best friend, Becca? Really?” His voice was deeper than usual as he leaned the other way into the window.
“I didn’t do anything, Brian! He’s just messing with you.”
“Don’t patronize me, whore.”

Becca wasn’t in the mood. She always adored their fighting, but tonight was different and she didn’t know why. The moment they got home, she stormed inside--Syn hot on her heels.

Expecting to have angry, hot, animal sex, Brian was bewildered when the bedroom door was shut angrily in his face.

“Beccs?”
“Go sleep on the fucking couch, Brian!!!” She shrieked, “I don’t want to look at your stupid face!!”

This wasn’t like her at all. Was this part of the role play? He didn’t care. He was desperate. He didn’t like the idea of her being actually angry at him. Syn sank against the door and softly knocked at it, voice completely changing.

“Baby? Please open the door. I’m sorry.”

At the plea in his voice--fake or not--she couldn’t help but crack open the door.
Brian stood there leaning against the door frame, attempting to give her a sorry look. He almost, maybe pulled off, “You know I get carried away.” His voice was soft, unlike she’d ever heard it. Pushing open the door, Syn tentatively stepped towards her until she was in his arms.

Becca tensed, fully expecting him to explode at any moment. Instead, his soft lips found hers and kissed her until she had no idea how she’d wound up on the bed, pinned under him. Just when her body was readying itself to accept him, he kissed down her neck and slumped onto her--passed out drunk.

****

The next morning Becca awoke surprised and alone. He was never awake this early and he’d been drinking the night before. And she barely had. Straightening her sexy nighty and checking her hair in the mirror quickly, she padded downstairs. She cocked a brow at the scene she found.

Brian was in his usual low hung track pants without a shirt...cooking breakfast. Seemingly for her. What really surprised her, though? The dozen red roses on the kitchen island.

Noticing her, he took whatever he was doing off the stove and cleared his throat. His voice was even as usual, not sweet nor spiteful, “I couldn’t seem to decide whether you should be punished or rewarded for your behavior last night, so….how does some 10C sound?”

Becca’s pupils dilated as she inhaled. First the roses and then this? She knew better than to say anything about it, though, and only smiled as she sauntered up to him, “Hmmm. I like the sound of it. What time were you thinking?”

It was one of her favorites and he knew that. The last time they’d done it had been more than a year ago, though, and still haunted her dreams wonderfully.

“This evening. That’ll give you all day to get ready.”

Her first thought was she most definitely did not need all day to get ready, but instead she accepted the still distant kiss he placed on her cheek and rocked back and forth on her heels happily.

***

Becca psyched herself up before she went out on the little private stage area. The club they had used several times for this scenario was an upscale, very specific BDSM club for the elite in downtown LA. While what they did there wouldn't be considered rough play, it was a perfect place to get their own room to do whatever they wanted in that wasn't at home. She’d taken a peek into the little room and almost wished she hadn’t.

Brian had brought all of them, like he always had. Syn had walked in the private room with all four of his bandmates, all dressed like they were bros and drinking beer and back slapping. Then he’d been sat down in the middle of a leather couch in the middle of the room. Syn acted like he didn’t want to be there and the guys shoved him back into his seat, laughing about the fact that he should get his fun in now before he was attached to the ol’ ball ‘n’ chain.

All the other times they’d done this scenario she’d gone for the black dominatrix look, but recently she’d had a white leather outfit made to compliment the white dresses he loved so much and had just been waiting for the opportunity to wear it...which apparently was tonight. Her hair was in two high pigtails, her lips painted a light, shiny pink.

Brian had worn an extra tight white shirt, his biceps straining at the material. His long hair poked out beneath his white baseball cap that he’d cocked to the side.



Metallica's "Devil's Dance"started and Syn’s jaw dropped when she sauntered through the curtain. His cock stirred in his jeans.

The look in his eyes encouraged her as she did a perfect bend and snap sort of move and then got closer to him. First she danced in front of him, her hands roaming over her body as she shook her ass sexily to the music.
When she climbed in his lap, he inhaled, his pupils dilating as he swallowed hard.



“Y-you’re really beautiful.” He claimed nervously. He was always so perfect in this scenario, his surprise at her sexiness owning the day.

“Thanks, sugar.” Becca un-threaded her matching white lather belt and wrapped it around his neck, grinding on him a little as his eyelids fluttered. His fingers tentatively went to her waist and she quickly smacked them, “No touching,” She teased with a naughty smirk that sent shivers down his spine right to his balls.

“Sorry, I just...never seen...your body...it’s fabulous...nothing like--” He stopped himself before he said too much.
Becca shoved her boobs in his face and he snuggled into them one moment, pulling away horrified the next.

The grin on her face was purely wicked, “Nothing like your future wife? No I imagine not. I’m sure she’s perfect for you, good girl next door type. I’m not, though,” She ground onto his erection trapped in his pants, “I’m a very naughty girl that could teach you more than you could ever imagine.”

Brian nodded with a whine, “I-I’m sure you could. My fiancé only likes missionary. I’ve never done anything else.”
“What a crime,” She teased, turning around and taunting him with her ass.
He planted both hand firmly on her cheeks, fingers splayed and grabbing.
Becca tsked coyly, but didn’t stop him, “I see you can be naughty when you want to be. Don’t like following rules?”

His brown eyes flicked up to hers like he’d been woken up out of the trance of her ass, “I-it’s just so perfect. Just the right size...my girl doesn’t have nearly so much to play with. She’s never let me fuck her ass. Not that I’d want to. Yours on the other hand…”

Becca got up and took off the tiny slip of a dress to reveal the white lacy lingerie underneath. Brian squirmed and shook his head, “Fuck…”

When she straddled him again, his hands went to her breasts as he sat up to dip his head to her neck--only to get slammed back into the seat with a little hand on his chest. Brian didn’t give up.
“Those tits…” He grabbed them again and this time she didn’t protest when he buried his face in her cleavage, “Please, I’m dying to see them.” His begging chocolate eyes raised to hers, an adorably innocent puppy look in them.



“Hands at your sides, and I will.”
He sat back and waited, his brothers teasing him for not getting anywhere yet.

Becca teasingly took off the bra and dropped it in front of his face onto him, putting up a finger to stop him when he tried to move. He stilled, eyes trained on her--wide with anticipation. Huge grin on her face, she yanked at her thong so it snapped off and she threw it over her shoulder as all five men fell apart.

“Fuck, baby, even your pussy’s beautiful.” Syn panted, his eyes pleading, “Please, let me fuck you, I’ll do anything--”
Becca put a finger to his lips, her hips stilling from where they’d been dancing over his crotch. Her sexy gaze went half lidded with seduction, “I could get in a lot of trouble for fucking a customer.” Her words were accompanied by opening his fly and grabbing his cock.

Brian groaned, his head falling back on the couch when she started stroking, “Ah, god...but I’ve never gotten to fuck anyone like you….oh, you’re so incredible...please, I promise to make you come, baby…”

He licked his lips, staring at where she held herself just barely over him. She was so close….
Syn shimmied his jeans to his knees, his hands then going to her lower back, gently trying to guide her onto him, “You’re just so gorgeous...please, my cock needs you…”

Becca lowered herself onto him, enveloping him slowly as he choked on a breath and moaned. He thrust up hard with a quiet fuck, yeah…

Matt adjusted himself as he watched, hard as rock but not about to break Syn’s rules of not getting their cocks out, “Fuck, I love this part...”
“Tell me about it...this is so hot…” Brooks mumbled.
Johnny gave his dick a quick tug through his jeans, “Last time they did this, was probably the best sex I’ve ever had when I got home…”

Becca rode him with wild abandon, keeping her composure of experience and indifference--much quieter than she normally was. Brian on the other hand, groaned and writhed and went on and on about how great she was, how beautiful, how unlike his girlfriend she was. Syn’s hands clung desperately to her hips, holding on so he could fuck up into her as she slid up and down his dick--hard and fast.

“Ah, god, fuck….what do I need to do to make you come, honey? Tell me, anything, I’ll do it, whatever you want--”

Her answer was one of the things that changed every time. One year, she got fucked while sprawled in Matt’s lap (he’d told her after that she was never to do that again). One time, he went down on her as she sat and he knelt on the floor and then he jerked off onto her. Last time, she was leaned over the couch first, her tits fucked second.

Becca smirked. He seemed to like it so much lately, she decided to go there.

“I only get off during anal.”

Brian, and all the guys, scoffed and choked and murmured in shocked approval.
“Wow, um. Okay. Turn around, baby girl.” He smirked and tugged at their pigtails.

When she was in place, he’d gotten out a small bottle of lube out of his jeans and coated two fingers. Pressing them into her tight, puckered hole, he used his other hand to caress her breasts and move down to rub her clit. Moments later, she erupted.

Brian, usually patient when it came to sex, couldn’t wait. Instead of readying her more for his cock, he just pulled her pussy back down onto him. Becca followed suit, planting her feet on the edge of the couch so he could thrust up into her. After she shamelessly came, he pushed her onto the couch under him and plunged into her from behind, hips fucking punishingly fast. Grabbing her pigtails in both hands, he pulled as he thrust.

“Fuck...Beccs...I’m gonna come…”

Syn had never broken character so much before. Neither of them seemed to give a single fuck, though, and soon they were yelling out in sweet, final release.

Brian nuzzled Becca’s neck, “Baby...that was amazing...take me home this instant…” He chuckled. She smiled and soon they were out the back door, waving the guys goodbye.

*****

Notes

Zacky with the truth bomb!!! *mic drop*

and Syn cooking shirtless.....good lord....

Even though I mostly stick to Becca's preference of the latest version of Syn, I wanted to throw in some old school, since I believe sideways-hat Syn is highly underrated. Yeah, the fedora is great but fuck, that's hot too.