In honor of bret micheals birthday today
You should post a smutty birthday fic..
A/n: Had to write for Bret Michaels birthday I mean come on
Kind of off topic but I do like the way they(poison) treated girls, from what I know they were rather sweet at least in comparison to the other bands at the time
Warnings: Smut, oral (m and f receiving), riding, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!
While Poison was just starting out they'd get with girls for a room, a roof over their head, food, survival was just as hard as music, but it wasn't always the hardest.
You met Bret at a club. He'd just gotten off stage and was sweating, out of breath and looking for a drink. You gave him one on the house, as per contract, and he was grateful. You were working and busy but he kept talking to you throughout the night until he talked his way into your apartment.
Really he'd been looking for a place to stay, and with the crowds Poison was bringing in to your bar you were happy to keep this up. They would play every night, or every other night depending on who else was coming in, and in turn they'd get a spot on your couch.
Bret shamelessly worked to get into your bed, and it worked when you were having a bad day. He was a lead singer, the sex couldn't have been that bad, and after a long day it was just what you needed, and he was there.
When Poison started kicking off more you saw less of them until they went off to get their own houses, in which case you'd still see Bret. However, this plan didn't work as well as his previous plans. You'd seen the way he treats groupies, it wasn't negatively, you just knew his whole 'I'll give you love if you give me a place' thing was completely transactional. He was a business man, in your eyes anyway, and it would stay that way.
Until he came in one day, March 15th. Poison had just gotten back from tour less than a week ago, you were working the nightshift and Bret came in. He was clearly tired, still not back from tour, really. He smiled at you and sat down, waving you over. "Hey, doll." He greeted, a shine in his eyes as he looked up at you, head resting on the bar.
"Hi, Bret." You replied, already making his drink. "Tired?" You asked, setting the glass down on the table.
He took a deep breath and shook his head, sitting up. "No, not tired, just... lonely." He said with a soft chuckle. "Missed you." He said, looking up at you, craning his neck to find any semblance of hope, that you'd missed him, that you were happy to see him.
"I miss the crowds you used to bring in, newer bands aren't hitting the same." You said, looking to the band playing now. Bret shot them a look, but he wasn't there for them he was there for you.
"It's my birthday, you know?" He said, smiling lazily at you.
"I do know." You said with a nod. "That's why I'm not making you pay for that one, even though you have the money for it." You snapped the towel in your hands at him, making him flinch but it was a few inches from him.
He shook his head at your antics. "You know, I was thinking-"
"Oh, god, why would you do that?" You asked, a disgruntled look on your face. Bret reached for the towel in your hands but you pulled it back.
He sat back in his seat, smiling at your playful attitude. "You're a bitch." He teased, taking a sip of one.
"You look like one, I guess together we make a real hot woman." He rolled his eyes at you and set his drink down.
He stared at the liquid as it swirled around in the glass. "We could..." He offered quietly. You raised your brow at him, he looked up at you like he hadn't said anything at all. "It's my birthday, do me a favour and let me drive you home?" He offered, giving you the puppy dog eyes that got him in your house in the first place.
You thought for a moment, chewing your cheek before sighing. "Fine, but I better see a nice car out there, not the bullshit you used to drive me around in." He laughed and assured you it was a new car, a nice one.
He waited out your shift, not drinking much but his presence brought in a bigger crowd, when he got on stage with the young band the place filled up nice. He hid behind the bar afterwards but the crowd didn't die down until last call, he'd touch on your legs and you weren't pushing him off, he took it as a good sign.
You looked around his car when you got in after closing and cleaning, it was fancy, expensive but he wasn't gloating. He was asking how you'd been, if you'd been seeing anyone, this that and the other. You noticed quickly he wasn't taking you to your house, when you got to his place he started walking you through it.
His words were starting to slur, he was tired but he was a proper host. "Look, I know you had a good day and all, but-"
"Don't sound too happy." You interrupted, he just smiled at you and opened a door to a guest room for you.
"I'm just saying, like, one night is all I'm asking for." He said, guiding you further into the room. "We don't even have to do anything." He was already taking his clothes off but he could barely keep his eyes open.
Not apposed to the idea you also stripped, figuring worst case scenario he crashes and you get a nice bed to sleep in. "We can do something." You said, he brightened slightly and flopped over onto the bed, you crawled in with him and curled up against his side.
Bret wrapped an arm around you, hand combing through your hair. "Hope you don't mind doing the work." He mumbled into your hair.
You sat you on your elbows, looking down at him. "How many groupies were you with?" You asked, safety first you thought.
"Don't know." He said honestly. "But we were safe, always had a box or two on hand, don't worry about it." He had that tired smirk you remember all those months ago. You missed him, you did, even if you would never admit it.
You started kissing down his torso, starting at his collarbones and working your way down his chest and toned stomach, towards the little trail of hair he kept nice and clean. Finally landing on his half hard cock.
"Come on." He said, reaching for your head, you'd heard the little noises he'd been making, he wanted this as much as you did. "Don't have to do that." His breath caught in his throat as you started jerking his cock, his head falling back on the pillow.
"It's your birthday, and you're tired, I want to do this." You assured, giving his tip a little kiss before taking him into your mouth. He was no fully erect, pulsing down your throat while he choked out moans. One hand held the pillow under his head, squeezing it tight, the other went to your hair, gently guiding your head.
"Oh, fu-fuck..." He groaned, rolling his hips into your face. He did it again, trying to set a pace but you pulled away before he could. "Hey, come on now, can't just leave a guy hanging like that." He said, smiling to hide how desperate and whiny he was getting.
You shook your head, getting up and straddling him. "If you're gonna roll your hips like that might as well be useful with it." He didn't have an issue with that, letting you sink down on him. He was just as much focused on your pleasure that he was on his own, it was just hard to keep both in mind when he was so close.
The hand that had been in your hair stayed mostly in place, now on your hip and guiding you for a moment before he gave up on that strategy and he went to rub your clit instead, finding a much better outcome from that when your thrusts met and you were grinding on his hand. The ball in your gut was tight, it had been a while since you'd been with someone, this was tender and hard, just the way you like it.
"Ah, fuck~" You moaned, pulling your hair back and off your neck. "Fuck, right there." Bret knew your body like the back of his hand, easily finding the right angle to make you scream his name, but you were both tired so it was slowly, each thrust hitting hard but taking it's time getting there. His fingers helped.
You let go of your hair and your hands landed on either side of his head, tugging on his long hair a little. He grunted but just moved faster, making your moans higher. His thrusts started losing their rhythm, he was trying to make you cum so he could but he was closer.
He flipped you over and pulled out of you. You yelped and whined at the manhandling and loss of contact, but he was quick to get between your legs and start eating you out. His tongue was faster than him, licking and swirling around your clit, dipping into your cunt while his nose bumped your clit.
You couldn't see it but he was humping the mattress while he clawed at your thighs, moaning against you. The vibrations sent you over the edge, your eyes rolled back and your back arched off the bed, toes curling while your legs pulled up, thighs squeezing around his head.
Bret whined, letting you ride out your high on his tongue while he kept grinding against the sheets, strings of cum shooting from his aching cock.
He got up a moment later, flopping onto the bed next to you and pulling you to his side, burying his face in your hair. "Don't leave in the morning." He mumbled. "Just don't leave in the morning... Want you here, with me..."
You knew he would've asked sooner if he could, it was always clear how he felt about you, he wanted you different to rockers wanting groupies. "I'll be here, Bret." You waited a moment before looking up at him and finding him asleep, holding you tightly.
