Brian kissed the top of her head and pulled back a little so he could look at her beautiful face when he responded, “I can stay, but I want you really okay with it. If having me here is going to put a damper on your groove, I can go.”

Well, she thought to herself, that was a shock, and a nice way of putting the ball back in her court. She imitated his smirk as she looked up at him.

“As long as you’re good with serving me that breakfast that’s getting cold and then having a lazy day, you can stay,” she said before kissing his cheek. “Besides. I’d like the company.”

He smiled, and hugged her again. “Sounds good to me, Aiya. Sounds good to me.”

He took a deep breath, and tried not to hug her too tightly before letting her go so he could plate up the food for the two of them.

Once he had everything ready for them to eat, he came back around the island and took the spot on the stool beside her as he looked around.

“You know, I noticed you don’t have a kitchen table. Why is that,” he asked before beginning to eat.

“Well, I think they’re just clutter catchers. The island stays clean because I have multiple uses for it. A kitchen table gets things like mail and groceries left on it, and soon you’re down to two chairs to sit at when there are rarely more people than just yourself home to eat a meal.”

He looked over at her like she’d grown an extra head as he responded, “What about when you have family over for the holidays and such?”

She laughed and looked around her cozy little home, “Bri, I go to my dad’s house in LA for holidays if I go anywhere. We aren’t a super big holiday family, but on the times we do get together I want to see James too. It’s just easier if I go there.”

He nodded and continued to eat until the light bulb went off, and he nearly choked on his food.

“Wait. Matt told me about that. Hetfield. You mean James Hetfield, right,” he asked incredulously.

She took a sip of her OJ and looked at him as if he was a bit slow on the uptake.

“No,” she replied, sarcasm dripping from her voice, “James Bond. You know, the guy that likes his martini’s shaken and not stirred?”

Brian reached over and tickled her for her sarcastic reply as he stood up with his now empty plate. “Smart ass.”

She stood up with her empty plate and looked down at her butt over her shoulder. “It may be smart, but I think it’s cute.” She shot him a wink, and put her plate in the sink before turning to pour some more OJ into her cup.

Gates stepped up behind her and pulled her back slowly so her ass met with his crotch, whispering in her ear, “Oh, it’s not cute. It’s downright perky.”

Her breath caught in her throat, and she nearly dropped her cup.

“That turned dirty quickly,” she got out after clearing her throat.

He laughed and backed up enough to pinch one cheek, causing her face to turn a delightful shade of pink. He wanted to kiss her senseless, but held himself back because he wasn’t sure how she’d take to it with how she was feeling.

She swatted at his hand and started walking to the bathroom without turning around because she didn’t want him to see the dirty grin spread across her face. “I’m going to go brush my teeth. Behave yourself and I may be able to find a spare toothbrush for you too.”

Hearing her talk about brushing teeth had him quickly following her when he realized he’d gotten side tracked with her this morning and hadn’t done it yet.

He walked into the bathroom and saw she had placed a spare toothbrush on the counter before she’d started brushing her own teeth. Immediately, he picked it up and began to put her toothpaste on it.

Once he was brushing his teeth for a few moments, she spit into the sink and rinsed her own brush out before asking him nonchalantly, “So, what’s your favorite sexual position?”

Brian nearly choked on the toothbrush when he whipped his head over, eyes huge, to look at her. He was amazed that she would be asking him a question like that while brushing their teeth. When she started laughing at his reaction, he narrowed his eyes at her and used the running tap water to splash at her.

This just made her laugh louder, and move around him quickly to get out of the bathroom.
When she was safely in the living room again, she sat down on the pallet and pulled some of
the couch pillows down to prop herself up on so she could lean back against the couch comfortably.

The guitarist entered the living room again, and sat down beside her. “That was a dirty trick, woman. And here I thought you were feeling better enough for my favorite position,” he told her with a sexy smirk.

She just raised an eyebrow, and met his challenge with one of her own, “Maybe my pain pill kicked in. How do you know?”

He leaned over and trailed kisses over the side of her neck, causing a shiver to run through her body. When he placed a hand on her hip and pulled her closer, she winced.

“It kicked in enough that I don’t want to lay in a heap. It didn’t kick in enough for page 32,” she laughed lightly when he pulled away to look at her.

He looked at her with confusion, and worry. “Are you ok? I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I’m fine. Don’t worry over me. You know the rule.” She sent him a wink, and laid her head on his shoulder.

After a pause, his brain caught up, “What’s on page 32? Do you have all of it memorized or something?”

She looked at him for a second before she burst out laughing, and wrapped an arm around his waist.

“No, Brian. I threw a page number out. I have no idea what is on which page of the Kama Sutra. I was just trying to lighten the mood,” she told him when her laughter subsided.

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and rest his cheek on the top of her head before grabbing the remote with the other hand.

“Well, it confused me and turned me on at the same time,” he told her with a smile evident in his voice. He decided to mess with her by following it up with, “I thought maybe I’d finally met someone as good in the bedroom as the groupies used to claim I am.”

She laughed softly and flipped through Netflix until she came across The Walking Dead.
Turning it on, she snuggled into him and turned her attention to the TV. This was the way to spend a bad pain day, she thought. Bantering and enjoying the same space with someone that you just felt calm around.

After a moment, she picked her head up so that she could look at Brian’s face.

“Can you please not say anything to the rest of the guys about my condition? I really don’t want everyone to know,” she said timidly.

Brian looked over at her and raised an eyebrow. He didn’t see the big point in keeping this a secret. Everyone had things that they dealt with, albeit chronic debilitating pain was a rough one - even if you didn’t bring up the dislocations that made his stomach flip with their noise.

“Yeah, your small pockets are totally safe with me,” he said to her with a smirk.

“Not that! I don’t care who knows about that,” she laughed and pushed his shoulder playfully.

“Good, because that would be a really hard secret to keep,” he said with a straight face. “It’s something that everyone should know.We should rectify that pocket situation. You should start getting into my pants so that you have bigger pockets.”

She doubled over in laughter. Leave it to Brian to try to make her feel better when she felt like complete shit. At least he knew how to make her laugh.

He just smiled as he watched her laugh, finally giving into the laughter himself.
When they both finally stopped laughing, she laid down with her head in his lap. “I’m serious,
Brian. And before you say it, not about my pockets.”

“You just ruined it. I already thought ahead to that,” he exclaimed, disappointed that his opportunity had been destroyed. “I was going to tell you I was serious about you using my pockets too!”

She smiled up at him from ear to ear, and he stroked the hair out of her face slowly.

“But that’s fine. I really don’t think any of the guys would act differently around you. Tell them if you want, or don’t. It can be our little secret,” he finally told her, smiling.

“Thank you,” she said softly as she leaned up to kiss him.

He tilted his head slightly so that he could deepen the kiss. When her tongue tentatively ran the seam of his lips for entrance, he granted it without a second’s hesitation.When their tongues began to dance together, his hand slid into her hair and tugged a little at the roots, pulling a moan from her throat.

After making out for a little bit, she pulled back, lying back down in his lap as she took a deep breath, a grimace at the movement only crossing her face for a split second. Brian didn’t like causing her pain, but did like that she was willing to put up with some pain in order to be able to kiss him.

He just smiled down at her, and ran his hand over her arm comfortingly as she rolled onto her side to continue watching The Walking Dead. Brian couldn’t pull his attention back to the show because he was too busy staring down at the gorgeous, strong woman with her head in his lap.

When the show drew to an end the theme music playing caught his attention and he looked up to the TV to see if she was going to leave the channel or change it. He didn’t care either way, but it would tell him if they were going to stay like this much longer.

Aiyana let it roll to the next episode, thinking about how much she liked the Brian that was currently being used as a pillow. If this Brian stayed and kept Synyster at bay, she would be completely happy with it. He was such a sweet and hilarious guy, and she was at ease around him when she couldn’t say that about even a decent size amount of the human population that she had met.

She was bounced out of her thoughts when she heard her cell phone ringing from up on the couch. Reaching up blindly, she felt around until she finally grabbed it. Silencing it without looking at it, she brought her arm back down, hearing a loud pop come from her shoulder that made Brian jump.

“What the fuck, was that a gun going off from under the couch,” he asked comically, his eyes suddenly growing large and round, “have I been shot? If I pass out, would you give me mouth to mouth?”

She shook her head and laughed at his antics. “Nope. I’ll just poke you with a stick,” she retorted as she felt his hand move into her hair to hold her head still. She looked up at him with a quizzical look.

He just grinned down at her, not saying a thing as he moved his hand out of her hair again.

She rolled her eyes, and went to roll over so she could look up at him easily.

“Fuck, Aiya. Stay still,” he groaned out, grabbing her hair by the handful again, and tugging to keep her from moving her head.

“Ow. What the hell, Gates,” she gasped as he pulled tightly, causing her to move her head back. Her hand came around quickly to find his hand that was in her hair, and instead met his thigh with an audible smack.

Her eyes went wide at the volume of the smack, and she lifted her head a little, preparing to apologize profusely. She tried to sit up only to feel her momentum stop by the hand still in her hair. Apparently, it had only momentarily loosened when she’d slapped his thigh.

Looking up at his face now, she reached up to touch his shoulder. “Bri, hon. Are you ok?” His eyes were shut, and she really wanted to make sure he wasn’t plotting her murder in that moment.

“I’m fine,” he got out through grit teeth, one eye opening slightly in an attempt to reassure her.

She reached the hand on his shoulder up to his cheek, and rubbed lightly as she spoke, “I am so sorry, Bri. I didn’t mean to slap the fucknuts out of your leg. Are you ok? Seriously?”

He finally let go of her hair as he took a breath in through his nose, and he nodded. She sat up, spinning on her butt to face him.

“Oh come on, you big baby. I didn’t hit you that hard. Stop acting,” she said, her voice returning to normal when he was still sitting there breathing deeply and not saying anything.

“Aiya, you don’t have a penis, so how would you know,” he said as he opened his eyes finally.

Her eyes widened again, and she covered her mouth with her hands before looking from his face to his lap, where she still saw a bulge running from his crotch down the leg of his boxers a little ways, and back again several times.

“No,” she breathed from behind her hands.

He managed a chuckle, and stood slowly. “Yeah. I was getting a hard on from you moving your damn big head around on my lap, and when I grabbed ahold of hour mane to make you stop, you fuckin’ slapped the end of my dick when you hit my thigh.”

She bit her lips behind her hand, trying desperately not to laugh at his pain at that moment, but she felt it bubbling up. She wasn’t sure that she could contain it much longer.

“And to make matters worse, my damn dick couldn’t decide if that was foreplay or not,” he continued as he head for the kitchen.

At that moment, she fell apart in peals of laughter, tears running down her face.

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