Eager To Syn

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Having Becca on tour sure was proving interesting. It was one hell of a circus ride, but one he all-in-all found he enjoyed quite a lot. Sure, she was a little moody, but getting to be actually satisfied--for the first time in his life--after a show was worth any and all amounts of crying fits.

“But, baby, you know I love seeing you on stage!” She whined as he headed out of the green room and down a hallway, trying to send her either back to the bus or at least stay in the green room.



“Beccs, your heart rate was too high for too long last night. What was our deal about you going on tour?” He gave her a firm look.

Her eyes dropped as she worked her lip in between her teeth, “That I do what you say.”

“Exactly. Don’t make me send you home, baby,” He kissed her forehead, “Go on. Stay calm enough for a couple nights and maybe then, okay?” Tilting her chin up, he leaned over but didn’t kiss her, “Do I get a good show kiss?”

His wicked grin made her heart melt. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him happily, sighing as her rock star walked away and put his shades back on.

Being on tour with Brian and the guys was something made of dreams. He remained the tortured soul, the cocky lead guitarist, the rock star in the sheets that rocked her world and knew it. They’d hang out on the bus, him with that self-satisfied smirk at his mouth as she prattled on to the guys about whatever they asked. His brothers tortured him endlessly by asking her questions about her pregnancy. Every now and then she’d say something about it just to annoy him so he’d put in his two cents--like the time she’d implied there was nothing wrong with a little caffeine. He’d promptly swatted her butt playfully and huffed, narrowing his eyes at her, “I said no caffeine.”



He shamelessly played on her emotions--slightly horrified at how he used her rollercoaster moods to his advantage. Their fighting reached proportions so epic, they had to have a band intervention--after which they agreed to keep it to when they could find alone time on the bus. Gates had never confessed his kink for their fights, so the first few times it happened were new for the guys.

Christ stood up indignantly as Syn slammed the door to the back bedroom, where he’d followed Becca, yelling like a madman at her.
“Did he just say that to her?!?”

The rest of the guys attempted to wipe their jaws off the floor. Syn had just called her a whore. That just...wasn’t right.

As they stared at the door, wondering if they’d have to bust in and interfere, the shouting in anger began to turn to shouts of pleasure. After only a minute of listening to his deep grunts and her high cries, the rest of them immediately scattered to their bunks to deal with their own sudden situations.

Synyster had apparently had a good show. When she wasn’t in the green room, he smirked darkly when he climbed onto the bus to see the bedroom light on. Slamming the door shut, he went for his belt.

“On your knees. Right now.”

Becca obeyed, finding her head cradled by a leather belt as she pulled his cock out of his tattered jeans. Using the belt as leverage, he held both side of it and thrust in and out of her mouth.

“Uh, fuck, Beccs...yeah...let me fuck that pretty little mouth…” He moaned as he got deep into her mouth, nudging the back of her throat. Brian was so worked up, he felt his ending already, “I’m gonna come, baby, and you better fucking swallow.”

Her blue eyes blinked seductively at him as he emptied into her mouth with a long groan. Becca kept sucking until he was twitching and hauling her head off of him, throwing her back on the bed.
Brian peeled his shirt off and pointed down at her, “I taught you how to come relaxed. That’s what you get tonight. If you get too worked up, I’ll stop.”

Five heavenly minutes later, Becca was using all her concentration to come on his skillful tongue without clenching any of muscles other than her core, just like he'd taught her.

Becca woke in the middle of the night, the bus swaying in its hypnotic rhythm. Brian was awake, faced away from her on his phone. She knew he didn’t sleep well, but also knew he never really had. Especially on the road.

The screen of his phone was just barely in her eyesight and she had to hold back a whimper of happiness when she saw what he was looking up. Baby stuff. Lots of it. He hit the toggle between tabs button to go to a different page to reveal he had countless pages open to all sorts of pregnancy and baby sites. Everything from baby names to birthing to sex questions.
Becca knew he liked to be in control of situations and know everything about it, but it still warmed her heart. She slipped an arm around his waist and he immediately turned to her, putting away his phone.

“Hey, Beccs.” Syn whispered in his husky sleepy voice, “You feeling alright?”
“Uhuhhhmhph…” She snuggled into his chest with a smile. Brian turned towards her even more so he could splay his finger wide over her tummy. He chuckled into her hair, “Will you slap me if I say I think you’re showing?”
She inhaled a little, looking up at him, not sure if she wanted to hug him or smack him.

“What if I told you I kinda like it?” Brian’s soft tone in the dark quiet of the night melted her heart. She could barely make out the upturn of the corner of his lips and he could barely make out the widening of her eyes. Syn kissed her forehead, his smirk deepening, “Your tits are definitely bigger.”
Becca sputtered out a laugh when he completely ruined the moment. She snuggled closer to him, “That’s my Syn.”

***

Gates leaned back into the couch to do yet another pre-show interview. He got tired of answering the same questions, but it made it super easy and it gave their fans something to be happy about. So he was completely caught off guard when the interviewer brought up the attractive woman he had been seen with so much on tour this time around.

“She’s quite striking. If you haven’t seen her,” The woman turned to the camera with a picture that was three years old of the two of them at a party, “This is you guys a few years ago. Where have you been hiding her?!”

Brian cleared his throat and licked his lips, “Well, thank you, first of all. She is very beautiful. That’s my girlfriend, and she’s just a very private person. I asked her to go on tour with me this time, because we recently got the exciting news that she’s pregnant.” He smiled sideways.



“Really?! Congratulations! That makes you the last one, yes?”
Syn laughed, “Yes, I’ll be--we’ll be--last.”

He tried to ignore that Becca was watching the interview. It went on, and he had appropriate answers--but just barely.

Matt put an arm around the short woman’s shoulders, “You okay, Beccs?”
Her glassy eyes blinked up at the singer before gazing affectionately back at the sexy guitarist being interviewed. Her sexy guitarist. He’d said “we”. And called her his girlfriend.

“I’m wonderful,” She sighed.
Shadz chuckled down at her, “Easy, girl. You know how easily he becomes a total scaredy cat when it comes to that shit.”
Becca rolled her eyes playfully, “I know how to handle Brian, Matt.”

And she did know how to handle him. He finished his interview, much more concerned about the picture that had surfaced of them together and how she’d feel about it. He certainly didn’t give a damn. He knew normally Becca wouldn't give a damn, either, but these days he never knew how she’d feel about anything.

Brian kissed her cheek, “Would you like to watch the show tonight?” He laughed with how much her face lit up at the suggestion, and ushered her back to his green room.

*

The high of a great show did weird things to his emotions that night--freaking him the fuck out because of how much his world was about to change when frankly, he’d quite loved his world the way it was. After the show was over, Syn caught the crazy look of lust in her eyes and gently escorted her to the bus, his feelings so out of control they were about to tear him apart. He needed her.

He’d killed it out there, maybe more than she’d ever seen live. Becca was alive with adrenaline just like he was, hoping he’d let her have this one night. They’d only done this one other time and she just had to pray he’d be into it. He let her go up the stairs first, so she just kept walking--swaying her hips as she gave him the naughtiest look she could muster over a shoulder.

When he followed her into the bedroom, she started undressing--turned away from him. She had a cool air to her voice, “Strip. Then get on the bed.”

Brian’s skin tingled as his heart hammered in his chest. Did she know him that well? Were they linked now like by some cosmic vibe? It didn’t matter how she’d figured it out, he only cared that he was getting what he desperately needed at the moment: for someone else to take the reins, for someone else to tell him what to do, to not care about anything other than getting off.

They only had so many props at their disposal, being on the road, but simple handcuffs would do the trick. She pulled them out of their bag and looked over Brian. He currently laid back with a hand behind his head, quietly taking in her naked body.
Becca climbed over him, locking his wrists to the bed as his brown eyes quietly beckoned to her. Smirking as she drug her eyes down his body, she wiggled down until she sat on his lower abs, his erection poking her lower back. Eyes hooded, she moaned lightly and cupped her own breasts.

Syn raised an eyebrow when she started plucking both her nipples. He licked his lips when her head rolled back with another moan. His jaw dropped when one of her hands ventured south to rub over her clit. He didn’t hold back his whimper when her hand dipped lower to finger herself.
“Brian--”
The breathless moan of his name made his cock jump. Jesus he needed her right the fuck now.

“Beccs--” Brian squirmed and groaned when she reached back to take his cock in her little hand. All his thoughts scattered as she started stroking.
Was that all he was getting tonight? A show and a hand job? Not that he really cared in the moment.

Syn suddenly realized Becca’s wet pussy was sliding down his shaft so fast it happened in a snap of some fingers. Brian watched her go wild, his eyes hungry as she rode his dick like a rodeo champion. When she put her hands on his chest for leverage, her arms pressed her tits together as they still bounced. Fuck, she was sexy. Why didn’t they do this more often? Oh, right. Because he was a tyrannical asshole.

Becca had the time of her life as she felt his thick cock slide in and out of her at her own control. He made wonderful as fuck faces as she pleasured him, his thick arms bulging as he pulled at his restraints. Little words left his lips in quiet, whispering pleas that made her pussy quiver. Yes. Fuck me. Beccs. Becca. Oh god.

And then the one she was looking for.
I’m going to come. And then he did.

They both screamed bloody murder as they found their peaks together, Becca expertly using her hips to ride them both out.

*

Brian held her all night, his long fingers stretched over her small baby bump. He’d been scared to death when she’d taken him to bed, but now? Somehow, their connection had made him realize that maybe he could pull off--they could pull this off--as long as he had her. She’d be the actual rock as he strutted around pretending to be the one in charge. He smiled lazily at the thought, kissing her temple for the thousandth time since she’d fallen asleep. Then, as if her magic continued working its spell on him--Brian slept.

*

Synyster awoke to the feeling that something was oh so very wrong. The air was thick with a metallic smell and something was wet. When his eyes adjusted to the light, he knew he had to act quickly.

No. Fucking no. Not her, not now. Absolute wasn’t happening.

Blood covered the sheets around her lower body and he knew it had to be hers. Their baby’s. She stirred with a wince and he cradled her face so she’d look at him and not down.

“Brian?” Her voice cracked.
“Shh, baby. Listen to me. Everything’s going to be fine. Okay?”

Becca looked down in horror and started to cry, covering her mouth with one hand and her belly with the other, “Brian…”

He fumbled for his phone to dial 911 and shouted for help. Matt was the first one to open the door. He told Zack, who was right behind him, to let the driver know they had to get to a hospital asap, before looking back at Brian.

“Just help the driver get to the closest care as fast as possible without putting us in danger.” Brian went into control mode as his Becca cried softly in his arms.

“Why Brian…”

Syn blinked back the moisture threatening in his eyes. He knew what this most likely was, but he refused to admit it or he’d lose his grip on reality, “Baby, focus on me. It’s going to be okay. Just look at me, Beccs. Does your back hurt?”
She furrowed her brow, “Yes? Why? What does that mean?!”

“Shhhh, honey, you’ve gotta calm down for me, okay?” He softly kissed her, sweeping her hair back, “It means you could have an abruption. Believe it or not, that’s a good thing. It means this isn’t necessarily a--” He couldn’t say it. “What we think it is.”
“Really?” Her crying let up as she sniffled.

God, he couldn’t get her hopes up but at the same time he needed hers up and his--even if only for now.

By some ridiculous stroke of luck, they’d been fairly close to a hospital. They pulled right into the emergency lane and medical staff poured onto the bus and took Becca out of his arms, both of them crying.

Matt gave his brother a quick hug, told him everything would be fine, and helped him off the bus to where they knew they’d all be waiting as Brian slowly lost his mind with worry.

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Notes

Oh, man, I'm sooo sorry!! Dramaaaa!!! Will the baby be okay?!?!

Enjoy this story, it's one of two of my Syn stories that will be ending soon!! Love you guys and thanks for reading! Please oh please comment!!