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I found this gem And with CJ’s recent passing, I thought I'd post it as a tribute to him. It's Firehouse with Eric Martin.

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burnt out

Bill Leverty x Reader

a/n: working on reposting old fics atm! If I miss anything that should be part of the warnings or you wanna be tagged lmk! 💖💖

warnings: smut, profanity, I don't remember the rest? Angst?

tags: @slavet0thegrind @markslaughtershands @baby-dall @slashscowboyboots @shelickedthebeater @lost-in-the-80s

You were a cocky lil shit, or well, that’s what Pete Loran had told him the moment he set his sights on you in that diner. Your palms resting against the smooth yet sticky surface of the table as you leaned over to whisper something into your guitarist's ear. Your smile was bright, it radiated serotonin to him, how could such a bright smile be false?

Jani said you had gotten around and Perry had chimed in with the statement that you didn’t have the time of day for anybody. Your band was on tour and you weren’t one to be tied down. Like Jon Bon Jovi said: marriage is an institution, and you were much too young to go to an institution. The only difference is, you planned to keep your word on that.

There were still tour dates ahead, and you still had songs that needed to be written and records that needed to be produced. You’ve been told you were hard to handle, too stubborn, too set in your ways, but your band was just starting out and you weren’t planning on settling down. Of course, that didn’t mean you let yourself ache with sexual frustration, but you also knew better than to seek out a lover from the crowd. The thing is about picking someone to get the release out of your system was they could get attached, and talking about forever would be fun… for an hour or two, but pretty soon they’d be left behind as you grabbed your guitar case and climbed into your tour bus.

And if supporting your band meant you were a ‘cocky lil shit’ well then, so be it. Pete should’ve listened when you warned him that he’d have to turn you loose. Over and over again you’ve made it clear that the lifestyle you lead wasn’t for any man with the faint of heart. You were always planning for the future, thinking more about gigs than a pink house with a white picket fence and children playing in the yard. You had a lot of leaving left to do before you would be ready to settle down.

“You know…” Pete trailed off looking at Bill, “You might be the one.”

“The one?” Bill repeated

“Guys, I don’t know…” Steven (Sweet) shook his head, “The girl hasn’t given a second glance to any of us.”

“Still,” Jani said, “Bill’s ...different.”

“Can you guys tell me what you’re talking about?”

“Bill, they think you’re the one that might be able to get Y/N to settle down.”

“I don’t know guys…” Bill shook his head, glancing back at you from across the diner, “If she doesn’t want to settle down, she’s not gonna.”

“No one’s ever turned down one of her offers before,” Mark looked at him, “Play hard to get when she comes asking and give in when she least expects it.”

“What makes you guys think it’s going to work?” Bill asked.

“Nothing, but it gives us something to wager over.” Jerry winked.

Oh lord, what was Bill getting himself into?

“Fine, I’ll do it.”

And so, on Wednesday when you came around with an interest in the guitarist, the bets were laid out on the table. The more Bill denied the higher the guys would bet, and as the days went on the more sexually frustrated you found yourself. Completely oblivious to the game that was going on behind your back.

Finally, on Sunday you caught Bill by himself, “Why do you keep turning me down? I don’t bite unless you’re into that.”

“I’ve heard you’ve gotten around.” Bill shrugged, “Maybe I don’t want to find out whether or not I’m awful in comparison.” Those words were partially true. Everything about the wager happened so soon, too soon for him to think about it, he could back out at any time but that’d just open up a gateway for jokes and mockery. And along with the second thoughts of the whole ordeal was the fact that he was genuinely worried about you. There are times when a person locks the world out the way you do to protect themselves, and he didn’t want to be the reason you shut down entirely.

But the more you pleaded and begged, the more his resistance wore down, right until the night you decided to test his limits.

From grinding against your bass to flirting with the roadies after the show, every little bit of resistance he had that was preventing him from railing you until you saw stars was beginning to run thin.

And at the bar after one of the shows, you may have pushed things a little too far, getting right on Bill’s last nerve. You were just about to give up and set out to find someone at the bar, but apparently, the threat of finding the bartender with pretty hazel eyes was enough to send him over the edge.

One moment you were standing at the end of the booth, and the next you were being pulled out to the parking lot by a fuming guitarist.

It wasn’t very long before you found yourself in the backseat of a rental car, being pounded into at an incredibly fast pace. Rough and deep, he wasn’t holding back. His hips snapping into yours with each heavy thrust. His nails digging into your hips as his lips attacked your neck while you moaned as he plowed into you causing the car to rock. Anyone could walk by at any moment, but that risk only seemed to add excitement to the pleasure. Besides, Bill was fucking you so good you weren’t even sure you if you’d remember your name, let alone mind if a passerby saw the show.

“Mmm, fuck I’m close!” you gasped as he repetitively hit your g-spot, biting your lip as your hands clung onto the fabric of the guitarist's shirt. You could feel the familiar coil in your belly as you got closer to your release, thighs shaking around his hips. His name began to roll off your tongue like a praise, damn near begging him to push you to your limit. His thumb began to play with your bud as he increased the pace of his thrusts, grunting and moaning as the two of you got closer to your climaxes, he didn’t slow his pace until your walls clenched around his cock and you spilt your juices over him. Bill reached his climax not long after, thrusting a few more times before pulling out and fixing his jeans.

“I like you, Bill… More than a friend” You panted as the two of you gathered yourselves, “And I’m not saying that because of the sex or because I feel like it’s what you want to hear, I fell head over heels for you the moment you walked into that diner, I guess I was just too afraid to admit it to myself.” You admitted, “And I know what the guys have told you about me, I don’t have the greatest track record, but hell… I could change.”

“You really mean that?” Bill asked, “You’d settle down?”

“I’d like to see where things with us goes first, but yeah, I could see myself settling down with you.”

Everything from then had seemed to be going well, the bets were over and.. Well, Bill actually stood a chance with you. He was the only one, and to his surprise he really wanted to put an effort into it. There was a lot more to you than the rumors. It came to a point where it seemed that the bet had been forgotten and things were on the up. You even taught each other a thing or two.

You were happy until the night that one of the guys, you couldn’t remember which, had opened their mouths… Something about how they never thought Bill would win the bet, and when the truth came out it cut right through you.

“That’s all I was to you?” You looked at him with tear-filled eyes, “A bet?”

“Y/N, let me explain—”

“I think I’ve heard about enough for one night.” You scoffed, “Hope the bet paid well, Leverty. I really do.”

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