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PAIRING: Noah Sebastian x Nicholas Ruffilo x Jolly Karlsson
-One bed trope-
CW: fingering, anal, blowjobs, handjobs,first time, voyeurism, fingersucking, cum eating, praises, hair pulling, safewords, aftercare, honorifics, slight D/s- (top/bottom)
💜this was my first ever Bad Omens fanfic. Please enjoy💜
Cross-posted- wattpad AO3
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tag list: @signs-of-ill-portent @throwingmetothelions @kingdomof-omens @thebadchic @the-way-of-words @badhedonist @crimson-calligraphyx @strawberryruffilo
The bus ride was long when we finally make it to the hotel. The guys and I have been touring the US non-stop for 6 months, and we are exhausted. Quickly, we all unload our luggage together and of course, Jolly had to bring an extra bag. What a diva. Miraculously Jolly and Folio get their belongings before Nick and I and they head straight into check-in.
“Hey, can you hand me my boots?” Nick asks, his deep voice is a sleepy purr.
I stretch my long torso to grab his boots. Suddenly, an electric current passes through me when our fingers touch. At that moment, Nick’s grey eyes look up to mine and I don’t find a tinge of disgust in their wake… but something else.
“Thanks,” he says as he turns to go but his fingers linger just a second longer.
As I watch Nick walk off I have to mentally shake myself. What the fuck just happened?! My body yawns in response. That’s probably it- I’m just exhausted.
When I make it into the lobby with my suitcase my phone buzzes. The text from Nick reads:
Sorry boss, they had to switch our rooms. Instead of our penthouse suite, it’s a single bed and a cot. Dibs on the bed!
I inwardly and outwardly curse while I wait for the elevator to arrive. The elevator stops at Jolly and Folio’s floor.
To my surprise, they are still in the hallway. Folio catches my eye and shouts “‘Sup small spoon!” as the doors begin to close. Fuck.
As I enter the small room I find a note on the dresser:
No cot, sorry man.
In frustration, I crumble the paper and throw it across the room with no destination in mind.
A yawn overtakes me again as I unpack my toiletries and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth and shower. I put on a clean pair of boxers, not caring about a shirt as the room is already quite warm and my body is still hot from the shower. I toss my damp hair into a messy bun and search for an extra blanket to sleep on the floor. I score two blankets from the wardrobe and walk over to the bed to find Nick passed out, snoring softly. I slowly reach over to grab the pillows when suddenly a warm hand braces my wrist.
“Stay,” Nick mumbles sleepily. I stand frozen, unsure if I heard him right. “Stay,” he repeats but more forceful like a quiet command. My instincts tell me to turn and go… but something in me begs me to stay. What the hell.
I pull up the covers and sink into the bed next to Nick. Damn, the bed is soft, I think to myself as I stretch myself long. I haven’t slept in a bed so soft in months.
Nick’s body is warm next to mine, despite him being in a t-shirt and boxers. I turn on my side, so my back is to Nick, and my eyelids begin to feel heavy.
Sometime later, adrenaline courses through my veins as I wake up from a terrible nightmare. I push myself upright so I can ground myself in my surroundings. The moonlight filters in the window illuminating the TV in front of the bed.
As my breathing slows, I remember I’m in a hotel room… and in bed with Nick. I look down and find his arm resting on my hip. My body tenses, and I have a deep urge to move his hand until “Breathe, Noah,” interrupts my frenzied thoughts.
I stare straight ahead and close my eyes. I can’t do this right now, whatever this is. Nick wraps his arms tighter around me. “Breathe.”
Somehow, the pressure and warmth from his body help me relax. I take a few breaths in to calm down. “That’s it,” Nick purrs.
I find myself slipping back under the covers, waiting for sleep to overtake my body. My eyelids get heavy once again as I welcome Nick’s body and warmth against mine.
Something stirs in me, wanting his body closer. To feel his skin against mine. Nick shifts his weight beside me. “What do you need from me?” Nick leans over and whispers into my ear. Visions of the nightmare flash before me.
“A distraction-” the words stumble out of my mouth before I could stop them. I could blame it on the exhaustion or the deep longing I’ve had. I don’t make a move as I wait for Nick to respond to the shocking revelation. He doesn’t say a word as he pulls himself closer to me.
Minutes go by and I think he didn’t hear me until I feel his warm breath against my bare back. I shiver against his warmth. He gently presses soft kisses on my back from the center up to my neck. Electricity shoots down my spine as he caresses my side with his fingertips. I exhale into him melting into his touch. “That’s it, relax” he breathes against me.
Slowly, he drags his fingers to my chest, making their way upward. I suck in a breath as he approaches my nipple. Nick chuckles lowly against my ear as he draws lazy circles teasingly. Barely touching my nipple.
When I exhale, he flicks it with his fingertip, and a pinch of pain trickles through me, turning into pleasure. I grind my body against him as arousal consumes me.
“Shhhh..” he breathes as he traces more lazy circles down my chest and across my toned abs, lower and lower to the hem of my boxers.
“Nick-” I groan out in frustration and confusion. Is this what I want? What about our friendship? The band?
“Noah, I can hear your wheels turning,” he chuckles. “This doesn’t change a thing. Think of it like a sleep aid.” I turn to face him. His blue-grey eyes are soft with a hint of something primal. “If you want me to stop, just say stop and I will.” His voice is sincere. I nod my head in understanding not able to form words. “Let me be your distraction.”
Nick kisses my cheek softly. I groan against his touch wanting more... needing more. Before I can think rationally, I grab the back of his neck and pull him to my lips. I kiss him hungrily like I haven't eaten in days. He kisses me back with the same passion and desire. He probs himself up on the bed for support as his other hand lifts the hem of my boxers. Nick is gentle when he frees my now hard dick. He pushes me onto my back and he straddles me still kissing me all over. He strokes my cock gently at first, then without warning he takes my length in his mouth still working his hand on the base of my shaft.
A deep and long groan escapes from my mouth as Nick licks and sucks. My hands find his hair still in a messy bun. I keep it in place but massage his scalp. He moans and quickens his pace. My eyelids become heavy and my core tightens. I grab a hand full of his hair and tug at the root; just enough pleasure and pain.
Nick takes in more of my length until he gags then slowly flicks his tongue. I buck against him; forcing myself deeper into his throat. Nick adjusts quickly to the invasion and he sucks me hard.
“I’m so close,” I whimper as I look down at Nick as he looks up at me. I explode in the instant as Nick continues to work me with his hands. He wants every last drop. Nick swallows greedily and licks my now softening cock.
“Goddamn. That was amazing.” I sigh as I put my boxers back on.
“You’re welcome,” Nick smirks as he takes his shirt off and climbs into bed next to me.
“Good night, Nick,” I say as I kiss his forehead. “Good night.” he grins back to me. We fall asleep quickly and deeply.
At some point in the early morning, there was a knock on the door. Exhaustion gripped my body and I felt Nick leave the bed. He answered the door but I was too tired to stir. I heard whispered voices about a bet and Folio snickered. I roll lazily to my side and I was met with a large-clothed body.
"Shh .." Jolly breathes into my ear. Startled, I pull the covers tighter around my body. Heat warms my face as embarrassment swells through my body.
“You don’t have to hide from me,” he playfully chuckles. “I know what Nick did to you just a few hours ago.” Jolly gently tugs at my shoulder bringing me to lay flat on the bed. I keep my eyes closed, not ready to come to terms with the reality of it all. He shifts to sit on my hips, my dick twitches against the roughness of his jeans.
“Look at me, Noah,” his voice turns stern, thickening his accent which sends shivers down my spine. I open my eyes. It takes me a few seconds to take in the sight of Jolly on top of me. His hair is loose around his shoulders. His brown eyes search mine… and I’m entranced.
"I can't let Nick have all the fun." He leans over and nips my earlobe. As the sharp pain travels through my body. When the pain reaches my lips and I let out a small moan. "I won't be as nice as Nick was, " he says between kisses on my jaw.
He looks down at me again and his eyes turn serious. "If you need me to stop say "red". If you need me to slow down say "yellow". And if you want to encourage me say 'green'. Do you understand?"
I nod an understanding still processing it all. "I need to hear an audible 'yes' or 'no'.
"Yes…" You search Jolly's eyes for reassurance and a flash of irritation sparks. “Sir?”
“Yes, sir,” Jolly says sternly.
“Yes, sir,” I repeat. Excitement and adrenaline course through my veins. His gaze is intense and it sets my heart ablaze.
“What a fast learner,” he smirks and starts to grind against my half-hard cock. I dig my fingernails into his side as I bite down on my lip as a moan threatens to escape my lips.
“Tsk, tsk,” Jolly growls as he leans over and grabs my jaw and pulls down slightly forcing me to open my mouth wide. “I want to hear every delicious sound that comes from your pretty little mouth.” He squeezes my jaw tighter and he quickens his pace.I let out a low moan as I sink deeper into the pillows my arms become like jelly, limp by my side.
"That's it.” He grinds harder against my now throbbing cock and lets go of my jaw. A devious smile spreads across his face.
“What do you want?” Jolly cocks his eyebrow at me. I close my eyes shut tight as a whimper rolls through me. Jolly quickens his pace for a few short bursts then slows down. He must notice my brows furrow and my clenched jaw. The roughness of his jeans is starting to rub my dick sore. All at once he completely stops.
“Open,” Jolly commands.
I blink open my eyes expectantly but that was not what he meant. Abruptly with one hand, he opens my mouth wide and again and then plunges his two fingers into my mouth.
Instinct takes over and I begin to suck on his long fingers. Jolly pushes them in further until he is knuckes deep then he slowly, painfully slowly; withdraws them. I flick my tongue around them before it's just the sensitive pads of his fingertips. I lick them one last time before Jolly removes them completely, drool dripping off my face. His fingers glisten from my saliva.
“What a mess you made.” He chuckles to himself.
I open my mouth to protest but before I can form any syllables, Jolly lifts himself off me and walks over to Ruffilo.
Nick is sitting patiently with his legs crossed in the chair in the corner of the room. Oh shit. My cheeks flush at the realization that Nick watched everything.
I stare in utter amazement as Jolly stands over Nick and offers him my saliva-drenched fingers. My mouth drops open in sync with Nick’s as he takes Jolly’s fingers into his mouth.
Nick licks and sucks sloppily as drool drips from his mouth. My dick twitches. I prop myself up on the bed so I can see better. Am I attracted to this? Jolly grabs a handful of Ruffilo’s hair and tugs. Nick moans deeply and grabs Jolly’s hand to force his fingers further down his throat. It’s like they’ve done this before. Maybe they have… Maybe they have!?
Without missing a beat, Jolly turns back to me, “Are you ready?”
I look between them, wondering where the fuck Folio went trying to distract myself from the real question. Was I ready?
Fuck it. I like making bad decisions.
“Yes, sir.” I look straight into Jolly's eyes. Excitement and arousal spread through my body like wildfire.
Nick gets up from the chair as Jolly takes his place. Nick starts to undress. Slowly he pops the button of his black skinny jeans. My dick is now straining against my boxers, my pre cum is making me slick.
Nick keeps his eyes on me as he takes his shirt off, and finally his boxers. I can’t stop biting my lip when I take in his toned and tattooed body. At some point, he let his hair down and it grazes his collarbone.
Jolly got me all worked up and I can't wait to feel Nick against my body. I watch intently as Nick climbs into bed beside me completely naked.
Nick’s voice is deep and raspy. “How are you feel-”
His voice sends shockwaves down my spine. I can’t take it anymore. His voice, his body heat, his touch. Without hesitation, I show him how I feel by pining his body down with my body weight. I crash my lips onto his and shove my tongue down his throat without remorse. My long hair falls and tumbles over my shoulders. Nick moans deeply into my open mouth. He tucks my hair behind one ear and then abruptly grips my hips bringing me closer to him. I can't get enough.
I pull back to catch my breath and search Nick’s face. His eyes are full of desire and I want more; I want all of him. A devious grin flashes across his face and before I can process what is happening, he grips my shoulders and pulls onto the bed. He straddles my hips and leans back slightly on my hard cock.
Nick smirks victoriously until Jolly wraps his arms around his waist and presses a gentle kiss onto Nick’s cheek. Nick doesn’t miss a beat as he turns his face to kiss Jolly on the mouth while guiding Jolly’s hands to his erect cock. Jolly strokes Nick’s length up and down while Nick grinds against my cock.
My eyes roll back and my body tenses to the teasing. Nick groans against Jolly’s mouth and my veins are set ablaze. Jolly bites Nick’s lower lip and Nick’s core flexes. I clench at the bed sheets and glance down to see Jolly’s hand slick with precum.
Fuck. My whimper is drenched in need. Jolly strokes Nick one more time from base to tip and steps back from Nick. Nick reads Jolly’s facial cues and climbs off of me. Jolly walks over to the side of the bed.
“Your turn, handsome,” Jolly says as he shoves his fingers down my throat.
Jolly’s gentle nature is gone, but I don’t mind as I dutifully clean Nick’s essence from his fingers. As I suck on Jolly’s fingers Nick adjusts to pull my boxers off. My throbbing cock springs to life, but my focus stays on Jolly.
A warm and moist tongue flicks the tip of my dick and I buck slightly. Nick chuckles softly against my dick and it takes every ounce of control not to bite down on Jolly’s fingers. Suddenly Nick takes me deep in his throat in one fluid motion and I can’t take it. My eyes widen and I look up at Jolly as I bite down hard on his fingers. He winces but groans in pain. “Yes, that’s it,” Jolly encourages as he strokes my hair with his other hand.
I lick Jolly’s fingers one last time as he pulls them from my mouth then leans in and kisses me deeply. At the same time, Nick slows down and flicks his tongue over my cock, teasing me. I moan into Jolly as he splits my lips apart with his tongue. I close my eyes and wrap my arms around his waist to bring him closer. He explores my mouth further as Nick pulls his lips from my cock and works me with his hands.
I can’t see him but I can feel Nick’s stare, hot with envy. Jolly pulls from our passionate kiss and I miss his touch already. When I open my eyes again, I find Jolly kissing Nick passionately. I turn hot with jealousy but it soon becomes extinguished when Jolly says, “Let us worship you just like your fans.”
Jolly and Nick spread my legs wider as they stand between me. They share another kiss then begin to kiss and lick my dick together. I gasp out loud as they work me together both alternating sucking my cock. I’m so aroused I’m about to burst.
“Guys, I don’t know-” Nick crawls on top of me and silences me with his mouth. I run my hand through his hair and tug at the roots. Jolly smacks Nick’s ass and Nick groans into me.
“Are you ready for more?” Nick asks.
“Yes, I want you so badly.” I pant. Nick’s eyes turn dark and he nips at my earlobe. “Remember our safe words,” he whispers.
Nick trails tender kisses down my neck, across my tattooed chest, and down my hips. He kisses the tip of my dick and looks up at me. His grey eyes are a wild storm of lust. I watch him lick his finger never leaving my eyes. He inserts one finger into me slowly and my breath hitches.
“You ok?” Nick asks.
“Fuck Nick-” I breathe.
He explores me deeper. My thighs tense. He slides in another finger stretching me more. He pumps into me slowly, finger fucking me delicately.
“Nick-” Jolly’s kiss steals my whimper. Nick removes his fingers and Jolly rolls me onto my stomach. Without warning, strong arms wrap around my legs pulling my ass in the air. Nick teases my entrance with the tip of his cock. A shiver crawls down my spine. Cold wet fingers plunge into me again, my walls adjust to the invasion.
“So tight Noah,” Nick purrs then slowly stretches my ass with his hard cock. I bite down hard on the pillow.
“Relax, Noah,” Jolly commands softly and I obey, sinking deeper into the pillow,
Nick picks up his pace thrusting in and out. Fabric rustling and jeans crumbling to the floor shake me from my bliss. Nick pulls out of me slowly and adjusts as the bed groans as Jolly climbs on the small bed.
“Grab onto the headboard and stroke yourself slowly for me,” Nick says to me softly.
I brace myself quickly. Warm hands spread my ass cheeks and Nick plunges deep into my ass. I grunt at the force and my knuckles turn white and I grip my cock tighter.
“Fuck,” I bite out.
Nick grabs my hips and quickens his pace his breathing becomes shallow. “Noah you feel so good,” he pants. Fingernails pierce the delicate skin, Nick hisses through his teeth and presses closer to me. My back strains against the extra weight of Jolly on top of Nick.
“Fuck, I forgot how good you feel Nick,” Jolly purrs. I feel Nick tense against me and he quickens his pace. Slapping skin and mutual moans fill my ears.
“Not yet, Noah,” Nick groans. “Hold on for me.”
Sweat drips down my back. My hand is sore from the tight grip on the wood. My toes begin to curl and my legs tense. Nick grabs a hand full of my hair and tugs. This will be the death of me.
”Fuck fuck fuck, I’m going to cum,” I blurt out both hands now gripping the headboard.
“Cum for us Noah,” Nick and Jolly say together.
And I do. I give everything to the bliss that fills me and the wood splits beneath me. Nick groans and releases himself in me pulling me closer. Jolly does the same to Nick. A sudden knock at the door makes us all freeze in place. Fuck. Nick’s dick twitches inside me.
“Guys it's time for us to check out,” Folio yells and I hear him chuckle to himself.
Jolly dismounts slowly so the bed doesn’t creak and Nick does the same. Jolly smacks Nick’s ass as he walks to the bathroom to clean up.
“You were amazing,” Jolly says as he walks over to me and kisses my forehead.
I still can’t believe what just happened, but I can’t wait to do it all over again. Nick, Jolly, and I quickly get dressed and clean up the room. We leave an apology note for the headboard and our tour manager's number. Off to another hotel in a new city for more hijinks.
Tropes and tags: hockey player romance, angsty romance, hidden relationship, forbidden relationship, smutty, MF, PinV, public adjacent sex, rough sex, minor cnc dynamics, multiple POV, hockey player shenanigans, locker room talk, aggressive hockey players, possessive male, protective male.
The pages rustle like they’re trying to talk me out of it.
I shift the contract in my lap again, fingers tracing the bolded words at the top: Orlando Otters Medical Staff – Offer of Employment. It looks sterile. Clinical. Like it doesn't know what it's asking of me.
I bite the inside of my cheek, blinking down at the numbers. Salary: higher. Benefits: better. Schedule: flexible. Distance from everything I know and love? Significant.
My eyes drift toward the window, where the curtains hide the skyline I’ve seen through hotel glass for the past four years. Always different cities, always the same feeling—temporary. Transient. Like my entire life has been built in layovers and away games.
And maybe that’s what this is. A way out. A fresh start.
But then why does my chest feel so heavy?
I fold the contract closed and set it beside me on the bed like it’s suddenly made of lead. My hands stay on my lap, clenched, as if they know I’m teetering on the edge of something I won’t be able to undo.
Dad took me to dinner tonight.
He made reservations at that steakhouse near the arena—the one with the stiff white napkins and the framed jerseys on the walls. He didn’t say anything at first. Just asked how I was doing, how the training staff was holding up. Casual. Familiar. Safe.
But then, over coffee, he brought up the Boston offer.
"You gonna take it?" he asked, his voice neutral. Too neutral.
I’d stirred the cream in my cup like it held the answer.
"I don’t know," I told him. "It’s a good opportunity."
He nodded. Didn’t push. That’s how he is—quiet, proud, unreadable. But I saw the shift in his eyes. The flicker of something that looked a lot like loss.
"You’re good at what you do, sweetheart. You’d be a loss for us—but I’d get it."
I’d looked at him then, really looked at him. This man who’s been my biggest supporter, my harshest critic, and now... my barrier. The one thing Noah’s afraid to face.
I didn’t tell him about Noah, of course. That wasn’t the moment. It never seems to be the moment.
But maybe that’s part of the problem. Everything with Noah has been postponed, suspended between hope and hesitation. I love him. I haven’t said it out loud, but I do. It’s terrifying how much.
But love doesn’t always fix things. Sometimes it just complicates them.
I glance at the contract again. One signature and I could be gone by the end of the month. New city. New team. No more tiptoeing around locker rooms or holding my breath every time someone asks if I’m seeing anyone. I could finally be... free.
So why does the idea make me feel like I’m abandoning something precious?
Or someone.
Noah’s face flashes in my mind—I press the heels of my palms to my eyes. They burn. From exhaustion, from indecision, from the ache of wanting too many things at once.
I want to be good at my job. I want to make my own name, not just be "the coach’s daughter." I want to be proud of the life I’ve built.
But I also want to walk into a room and not have to pretend I don’t love the man across it.
A knock on the door takes me out of my thoughts. I know I should have checked the time, maybe checked the door before opening it, who knows if it was a murderer on the other end. But when I see Noah’s face I only slowly step aside and let him in.
The door shuts behind him with a soft click.
Noah drops his bag by the wall, glancing around like he's expecting someone else to be here. Maybe he thought this was just another post-game visit. Another night where we pretend the world outside these walls doesn’t exist.
But I don’t turn to face him.
“You’re quiet,” he says.
I nod once. My arms tighten around myself. “We need to talk.”
He’s leaning on the door, shoulders slumped. He sighs, already bracing for something he won’t like. “I know.”
We both speak simultaneously. The words collide in the space between us like a slap.
“I want to be exclusive.”
“I got a job offer.”
Our eyes lock. Confused. Wide. Vulnerable. We both shout, “What?!”
He blinks first, stepping further into the room.“From who?”
“Boston,” I say. “Medical team. They want to fly me out next week.”
The silence is immediate, tense. I hear the shift in his breathing more than anything.
He scoffs softly, like he doesn’t believe me—or doesn’t want to. “What, you’re just gonna leave? Just like that?”
I finally turn to face him, arms dropping to my sides. “And what about you?! Now all of a sudden you want to be exclusive. A bit late isn’t it.”
“That’s bullshit.”
“No, it’s reality,” I snap. “I can’t keep doing this—sneaking into your room after games, pretending we’re just nurse and player in public. Hiding every time someone knocks.”
“You think I want that?” he fires back, stepping toward me. “You think this is fun for me? Pretending you don’t mean anything when you’re all I think about?”
“Then why haven’t you done something about it?” I shout, frustration breaking through. “Why won’t you talk to my dad? Why are we still pretending this isn’t real?”
“Because the second he finds out, I’m off this team!” he says, voice sharp. “And you—you—you’re the one who said we had to keep it quiet.”
“I said that months ago,” I fire back. “Before I realized I was falling for someone who only wants me when it’s convenient.”
His face contorts, hurt flashing across his eyes. “That’s not fair.”
“Isn’t it?” I ask, voice dropping. “I’ve bent over backward to protect you, to protect us, and for what? So I can lie awake every night wondering if I’m just a temporary distraction before you move on to someone easier?”
He closes the distance between us in three hard steps.
“You really think I don’t care?” he growls, voice low. “You think this is easy for me? Watching you walk through the locker room like you’re not mine? Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to tell the guys? To tell your dad? To pull you into my lap and kiss the hell out of you in front of everyone?”
I don’t realize I’m crying until he’s close enough to see the tears. I shake my head, voice trembling. “Then why don’t you?”
His hands come up like he’s going to reach for me—then drop back down.
“Because I didn’t want to cost you everything,” he says, voice ragged. “Because if your dad cut you off, or you got pulled from the team because of me... I couldn’t live with that.”
Noah stares at me like he’s just seeing me for the first time. Then something in him snaps.
He grabs my waist, drags me into him, and kisses me like a man who’s drowning. Like he’s been dying to. Like it’s the only thing keeping him alive.
I melt against him before I can talk myself out of it.
The kiss is rough—angry and messy and full of all the words we’ve swallowed for weeks. His hands thread into my hair; mine grip the hem of his shirt, yanking him closer. There’s no pretense now. No restraint.
When we finally break apart, breathless and trembling, his forehead rests against mine.
“I don’t care anymore,” he murmurs. “I’ll tell him. I’ll tell everyone.”
I don’t say anything right away. I just let my fingers curl into his shirt and try to believe that this—we—might finally be real.
His breath is still unsteady against my cheek, the warmth of it ghosting over my lips like he’s debating kissing me again. Maybe I’m hoping he will. Maybe I’m terrified he will.
“Noah…” My voice barely works. It’s ruined from kissing him, from wanting him for too long.
He lifts his head, eyes searching mine like he’s trying to read every thought I’m too afraid to say out loud. The fierce determination in his expression hasn’t dimmed. If anything, it’s sharpened.
“I mean it,” he says, softer now but no less intense. “I’m done hiding. If your father wants to bench me, cut me, throw me out on the street—fine.” His fingers brush my cheek, slow and reverent in a way that makes my chest ache. “I’m not losing you again.”
My heart stutters, painfully hopeful. “It’s not that simple.”
“It is,” he insists. “You matter more to me than my career. Than hockey. Than whatever lines we were pretending we weren’t crossing.”
I want to believe him, to fall into this moment like it’s safe—but the consequences press against my ribs like a warning. My father’s voice, his expectations, his rules… all of it tangles with the memory of Noah’s lips on mine.
“If he finds out,” I whisper, “he’ll feel betrayed. By both of us.”
Noah steps even closer, his forehead brushing mine again, grounding me. “He’ll be furious.” A small, crooked smile ghosted across his mouth. “Coach already hates me most days.”
I huff out a shaky laugh despite myself. “That’s not helping.”
“Then let me try this.”
His hands drop to my waist, not pulling me in—just resting there, warm and sure, giving me every chance to step back. I don’t.
“We’ve been dancing around this for months,” he murmurs. “You and me… it was never going to stay quiet. Not when it feels like this.”
My pulse tumbles. “What if we’re making a mistake?”
“Then it’s mine to make with you.” His thumb sweeps over my hip, slow enough to make my breath catch. “But I don’t think it is.”
The silence that follows is heavy and trembling and full of every unsaid thing we’ve carried alone.
Finally, I let myself lean into him—just a little. Just enough.
One is expressing that this is not our business and never has been, that the semi-collective intense interest in the relationship is really parasocial and intrusive on two individuals lives, and begging forgiveness for their teenage self.
The other is sobbing on the floor because after 15 fucking years, PHAN CONFIRMED
There's also a third in the corner holding up a sign that says "we love you, we support you, you don't owe anything to us, and we deeply appreciate your place in all our lives and you choosing to let us into a part of yours". The sign has a rainbow flag on it and some love hearts.
them saying the word boyfriend is like hearing phil say "fuck" uncensored for the first time. like yeah it'll probably be normal at some point but it's uncanny valley for now
“God it will be nice to go out and party again. It seems like we haven’t had a day off in forever.” I heard Vinny say through the door of my hotel room. It had been a while since we had a proper day off so everyone had decided to go out again. I quickly moved to the door and opened it to see Vinny, Elara, Justin, Ricky and Ryan standing there.
“D-do you guys think maybe I could come with you?” I asked softly. Everyone seemed to light up and smile.
“Fuck yeah!” Justin exclaimed. My heart melted at how happy he sounded and it made me think that maybe things would actually be ok.
“Can I help you get ready?” Elara begged with doe eyes.
“God please. You know I’m hopeless.” I gigged. She shoved past me and grabbed my wrist to drag me farther into the room.
“You guys go on ahead. We’ll meet you there.” Ricky told the others before him, and Vinny stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. They sat on the bed as Elara dug through my bag and picked out a couple of articles of clothing, tossing me a cute short skirt and a sheer short sleeve shirt. I frowned at the shirt and shook my head.
“I can’t.” I whispered, rubbing my arms awkwardly. Her eyes widened in shock.
“I’m so sorry! I forgot….” She stuttered.
“Its fine.” I mumbled. She dug through my bag again and found a form fitting black shirt that had a Motionless in White art piece on it. It was a shirt that I had adjusted to be a crop top and taken the shoulders out of.
“This. This is super cute.” She exclaimed.
“Hell yeah!” I was getting excited again and threw it on with no regards for the boys in the room. When I turned back around Vinny was blushing and looking away but Ricky was staring at me with something dark in his eyes.
“You look amazing baby girl.” He murmured, standing up and taking me into his arms.
“Lets goo! I don’t want to wait any longer.” Vinny yelled jumping off of the bed. We all went downstairs and hailed a cab, heading over to the bar that was about 10 minutes away. When we walked in we were greeted by loud music and everyone mingling about or dancing on each other already. We found our group at the back so Ricky took my hand and guided me through the crowd until we joined them.
“Bout time you guys showed up.” Chris called over the music with a giant smirk on his face. He passed us drinks that he had already gotten for us and I took them gratefully. Ricky stayed latched to my side which was kind of nice as I was still nervous from the last time I was at a bar. “I love the shirt Scar. Maybe we should have you design more for us.”
“I’m a little too busy being your photographer but thanks.” I giggled. We spend the rest of the night drinking and dancing and enjoying ourselves. Ricky even drug me out to dance to a couple of songs. “Hey, baby, I’m going to get another drink.” I said to my guitarist.
“Ok, I’ll be right here if you need me.” I turned to walk away but he pulled me back and pressed his lips to mine. “Ok, now you can go.” I rolled my eyes playfully and headed over to the bar. The bartender quickly took my order and walked off leaving me there to wait.
“Hey there pretty thing.” I turned to see a jock looking man had approached me. He was wearing a red football jersey and had a curly mop on top of his head. I internally rolled my eyes and plastered a smile on my face.
“Can I help you?” I asked.
“Yeah, I am missing your digits in my phone.” He tried with a pathetic smirk.
“Sounds like a you problem.” I shrugged. The bartender came back with my drink and passed it to me. The moment he did the guy grabbed my arm and started hauling me off. “Hey! Let go!” I snapped. He drug me into the back hall and pinned me to the wall, using his weight to hold me there. In the chaos my drink slipped from my hand and shattered on the ground.
“Shouldn’t have worn such a revealing outfit if you didn’t want me to do something about it.” He growled.
“Get off of me!” I yelled, trying to push his chest. He flew off of me and I watched as Ricky drove his fist into his face.
“The lady said scram.” He snarled. “If I ever catch you touching what’s mine again, you’ll wish all I did was punch you.” The guy scrambled back as Chris, Ryan and Justin moved between Ricky and the asshole. Ricky turned to me and I grabbed him tightly.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me! I don’t do anything to them.” I sobbed. Ricky guided me further into the back of the building until we stepped out into some fresh air on their dock. He leaned me up against a wall and held me there for a moment before speaking.
“It’s not your fault. It’s never your fault.” He assured me. He grabbed my head and lifted it from his chest to look me in the eye. “Are you ok?” He asked softly. I nodded, clinging to his shirt still, needing him to ground me. He ran his hands down my arms and to my hips, inspecting every inch of me.
“I’m ok. I am.” I whispered. He nodded, bringing one hand back up to my face and pulling me into a needy kiss. I kissed back with all of my power, feeding my feelings into the kiss and praying desperately that he could tell what I was thinking.
“I know you are. I just need to make sure.” He murmured. His hands returned to my hips and he started shoving my skirt up my legs.
“Rick!” I hissed. “Here?”
“Please. I just-I need to remind myself that you are mine. We’ll be fine.” He begged. Mine, that single word set me on fire and I couldn’t bring myself to say no. Feeling his hands trace all over my skin was electrifying and I wanted nothing more to be reminded that I was his too and forget about that asshole. “You are never going anywhere alone in a bar again. I swear to god.” He growled, getting my skirt onto my hips and moving to undo his buckle.
“I don’t want to be stretched. Just fuck me please.” I told him. He nodded, grabbing my legs and lifting me up onto his waist before lining himself up and dropping me down onto him. I whined at the burn of the stretch but relished in it too. I loved feeling connected with him in this way, his tattooed hands gripping my hips tightly to hold me in place as he thrust up into me. I had my arms around his neck and laced my fingers into his hair as he dropped his head to my shoulders.
“Fuck, you are mine.” He huffed as he rolled into me as a brutal pace. “No one is allowed to touch you.” I let out a whimper and nodded. “Say it!” He hissed, snapping into me.
“No one. No one can touch me.” I repeated, the possessiveness he was showing making the coil build in my stomach.
“Why?” He pressed.
“I-fuck. I’m yours.” I cried. He started pressing rough kisses all over my neck until he hit a spot that made me gasp. I felt him smirk against my skin and start focusing on that spot, nipping and sucking at it. I knew I was going to have a bruise there tomorrow but I couldn’t care. “Ricky.” I begged. He pulled away from my neck with a satisfied grin before attaching our lips in a gentle kiss. “I’m so close.” I mumbled against his lips.
“Me too, Come with me.” He ordered, his hips sputtering into mine as we both crashed into our release. We didn’t move for a bit as we tried to catch our breaths but eventually he pulled out of me carefully and lowered me to the ground. He tucked himself into his pants before dragging my skirt back down my legs and adjusting it so it didn’t look like I just got fucked. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?” He whispered.
“No.” I shook my head gently.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what got into me. Just seeing that guys hands all over you made me so fucking angry.” He grumbled. I let out a soft giggle and detangled my fingers from his hair.
“It’s ok. It was kind of hot.” He leaned down and gave me a sweet kiss before taking my hand and pulling me back inside. We went back over to our table to see that everyone was there and they had even gotten me a replacement drink. Rickys grip tightened in mine, and he refused to let go of me.
“You ok Scar?” Chris asked.
“Yeah, Just don’t know why that shit keeps happening to me. Ricky made sure I was ok though so its fine.” I blushed, not elaborating on the topic.
“Good. I’m glad he was there for you.” Elara said with a knowing smile. I returned her look with a glare but didn’t say anything else.
“Do you maybe want to dance?” Ricky whispered in my ear. I looked up at him and gave him a soft smile.
“Congratulations, it’s a girl.” Those words rang in my head loudly on the drive back to the bus. I was excited but something was nagging at my mind. Ricky had been acting off again, colder towards Vinny but not to me. I didn’t want this to ruin their friendship but at the same time Vinny had been there for me through all of the appointments and sickness.
“I guess me pushing Vincenzo is off the table.” My boyfriend chuckled trying to make me laugh. It worked a little, my mouth twisting up in a half smile.
“We’ll find something perfect.” I murmured, reaching over and taking his hand. I played with the rings on his fingers to distract myself but my mind kept going back to the broody guitarist. “Are you ready?” I asked, humming along to the soft music that played in the background.
“For what?”
“For the drama, the emotions, the boyfriends, the periods.” I smirked up at him. It was dusk as we drove back and the soft sunlight that bled into the car made the red streaks in his hair look like fire. I was glad that they didn’t have a concert tonight because it felt like I was about to drop from exhaustion. We had been run ragged with problems over the last few shows so I think everyone needed a night off.
“Well first off, no boyfriends until she’s at least 25 years old. Second, Periods are your problem. Not mine.” Him being a protective dad even though she wasn’t born yet was adorable and I let out a little giggle.
“But if I’m not around you’ll have to take care of her. Get her pads or tampons.” I watched as he shuddered and raised an eyebrow.
“I guess I can manage that. But you’ll always be around so I don’t think I’ll have to worry.” I shook my head and dropped it to his arm.
“Dork.” I murmured, sleep tugging at my eye lids. He adjusted my arm so I was laying on it more comfortably and started singing along to the song on the radio. His voice was beautiful when he sang and I wish he used it more. “You should do more trap demon stuff. You were good.”
“Maybe one day.” We got out of the car and walked back to the bus to grab our bags before heading off to the hotel. The busses were staying at the venue for the night and we would load back up tomorrow. Due to how late it was we assumed everyone had left and no one would be on the bus but unfortunately we were wrong. Ricky was the only one in the bus and I could tell something was sour before anything happened.
“What are you two doing back here?” He grumbled.
“We just needed to get our bags before going to the hotel.” Vinny said cheerfully before disappearing to the back of the bus leaving me and the guitarist alone.
“How was the appointment?” He asked, his voice considerably softer than when he was talking to Vin.
“It was good. We learned the gender today.” I smiled, moving to his side and pulling out the ultrasound photo for him. He took it with a bright smile and held it up to the light before turning back to me and placing a hand over my growing bump.
“What is it?” I covered his hand with mine right as a fluttering happened in the right side of my stomach and I gasped. I moved his hand to where I felt it and after a second it happened again. “Was that-holy shit.” He whispered. “That’s- that’s our baby. Its real. Fuck.” It kicked again and I watched as his smile grew even brighter.
“It’s a girl, Rick. We-I’m having a baby girl.” I murmured. He looked up at me with eyes that held such excitement and sadness at the same time. I had to remind myself that he made his place clear and I couldn’t give myself the hope that he would change his mind.
“A girl.” His eyes looked up to meet mine and the sparkle that I use to see in his eyes before we stopped talking had returned. “That is incredible.” Footsteps finally pulled us away from each other and Vinny returned to my side.
“I got our bags. I think my girls should get some rest, don’t you?” He teased, talking to me and ignoring Ricky completely.
“It’s my baby.” The guitarist muttered. Vinny looked at him in confusion for a moment before the Ricky looked up and met his gaze. His eyes were filled with anger and hatred, and it terrified me.
“Rick don’t-“ I tried but he cut me off.
“Its my child and you can play daddy all you want but it will never be your baby.” Ricky took a step towards the drummer but I placed myself in between them and placed my hands on his chest.
“Ricky please don’t. I don’t want to deal with a fight.” I begged. His arms wrapped back around me and he pulled me into him, still glaring at my boyfriend.
“How does it feel to know I dicked her down first and knocked her up?” He spit.
“Ricky!” I snapped, beating on his chest to let me go but his grip was too tight.
“How does it feel to know that you’ll always be known as a dead beat dad? Didn’t want to take care of his child so I stepped up to the plate? At least I know what a stable home life is like.” Before I could stop them, the boys were scuffling and fighting each other. I didn’t try to get between them for fear of getting hurt so I grabbed a cup and filled it with water before throwing it on the boys. They froze and turned to look at me, suddenly terrified of my angry look.
“Stop it. Both of you.” I snapped. “Neither of you will be allowed to be a part of the babies life if this is how you are going to act. Rick, you made it clear that you don’t want anything to do with the child, if that’s changed then fine but Vinny has been with me at every appointment because you didn’t want a part of this. Vinny, using something like that against Rick is a low fucking blow and is completely unacceptable. I won’t put up with petty fighting between you two.” I picked up my bag and left the bus before they could say anything else, going to wait by the car for Vinny. Moments later the both of them came out of the bus with scowls on their faces but not fighting anymore.
“Mama, I am so sorry. I was out of line, and I know that. I apologized to Rick and that will not happen again. There will be no more fighting. I promise.” He held open his arms but I glanced over at Rick first for confirmation. He gave a slight nod to tell me that Vinny had actually apologized so I ran into the drummers’ arms and he hugged me tightly. “I’m so sorry Super Nova.” He whispered.
“Don’t do shit like that again or I wont forgive you so easily next time.” I ordered.
“I swear. It wont happen again.” He pulled me into a kiss and I smiled into it, gripping onto his jacket tightly. As he pulled away he took my bag from me to put in the trunk and I turned towards the guitarist who was just standing there with his bag over his shoulder, refusing to look at me.
“Rick, you made your decision, if that has changed then you need to talk to me instead of lashing out at Vinny. I love him and I want him to be part of this baby’s life.” I scolded him.
“You love him?” He whispered. He looked up at me with giant sad puppy dog eyes and it broke my heart.
“Yeah, I do.”
“He’s been good to you. Better than I ever was.” He looked wounded and I while I wished I could take away his pain I wouldn’t take back my words. I loved Vinny and Rick but the drummer was the one whose support I had and needed more than anything right now. I wanted Ricks support but if it was going to cause fights between the two of them, I needed to stay out of it. He moved over to me and kissed my cheek before dropping his bag into the trunk and crawling in the back seat. I sighed, accepting that that was the end of the conversation and got in the car for the most awkward drive to the hotel I had ever experienced.
“Ricky! We’re heading out!” Chris called. There was a thud noise and then some scrambling from the back of the bus.
“I forgot! I’m sorry.” He said, grabbing his camera bag and chased us out the door. It just became a habit that the three of us went out on dates together at this point and none of us were complaining. We enjoyed each other's company.
“Where are we even going?” Ricky asked.
“Out to lunch. Chris found this new vegan shop and wanted to try it, plus there is this gorgeous garden nearby that I want to take some photos in.” I told him.
“Though Logan ordered us to keep an eye on the time so we aren't late again.” Chris snickered, opening the door of the uber for us to get in.
“He will never let us live that down.” I moaned.
“It will die eventually. Don't worry.” Ricky patted my shoulder in sympathy.
~~~~
“So Ricky’s been joining you on all of your dates.” Bryan smirked. “What's that about?”
“He’s dating Chris and I like his company.” I shrugged. We were currently chilling in the greenroom waiting for the first two bands to finish their performances.
“Mhm. Does it bother you that you aren't getting one on one dates with Chris?”
“No. Why?” I asked, looking up from my computer
“Just… curious.” He hummed.
“Bryan! Get out of our green room!” Chris yelled. “You’re going on in 20!”
“Ok! Ok. I’m leaving.” Bryan smirked, fist bumping the Motionless singer on the way out.
“Chris!” I whined. “We only have a few more shows on tour. Let me spend time with him.” I complained jokingly.
“You’ll be fine.” He grinned, taking Bryans spot next to me and tangling our legs together. Ricky came in a minute later and dropped on my other side, adding his legs to the mix.
“What's going on here?” Vinny laughed. “Did you and Ricky start dating too?”
“No. This is my boyfriend Chris and this Chris’s boyfriend Ricky. And I hate Ricky.” Vinny looked at me strangely while Chris and Ricky grinned innocently.
“You… you don't look like you hate him.” Vinny said in a confused tone.
“Dude! Have you not seen Parks and Recreation?” I exclaimed in horror. “That's a crime against humanity! We’ll change that on break.”
“I feel like I should be scared.” Vinny murmured slowly, backing out of the room.
“You should be.” Ricky and Chris said together.
~~~~
“How would you feel about adding on a halloween show at the Pavillion?” Chris asked, and all our jaws dropped. We were so close to the end of the tour, only 4 shows away, so to schedule a concert in that short amount of time was rare. Plus performing at Montage Mountain was a huge deal.
“Yes! Hell yes!” I exclaimed, bouncing in my seat. We had been trapped on the bus for the last 5 hours on our way to the next venue so we were all getting a bit restless. Chris had been on the phone for 4 of those hours and when he had come back I assumed this is what he had been working on.
“That would be lit. Not going to lie.” Vinny agreed as he got up to scavenge for food.
“Can we dress up in costumes?” I begged Chris. His eyes lit up and he grinned.
“I’d be concerned if you didn't.” He laughed.
“I’m totally dressing up as Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas.” I exclaimed.
“I call the Crow!” Vinny yelled from across the bus. That started an entire conversation about who was going as what and what makeup they would do.
“Chrissy, can I design your look for the evening?” I asked him.
“Of course baby!” I did a little dance in my seat as I ran through a million ideas in my head.
“Ricky, are you going to dress up?” Ryan asked.
“Probably not.” He laughed and I fell into his shoulder.
“Noo! Come on! You have to!” I begged. “I’ll design your look!” He gave me an exasperated look before letting out a heavy sigh and nodding.
“Fine. If you design me a look I like I’ll do it.” He conceded. I cheered, completely missing the knowing looks from all of our bandmates and boyfriend.
“Hey, I was thinking.” Vinny began.
“Thats dangerous.” Ricky mumbled, keeping his eyes buried in his laptop where he was working on his story.
“Shut up Ricky!” Vinny snapped playfully. “Our last show is in philly and we’re spending the day in town so why don't we throw a pizza party at my place before we head there? Kind of a celebration of a great tour?”
“That sounds like a great idea. It will be a nice break. Logan agreed. We settled into silence again, Chris and I talking about makeup for the halloween show and the rest of the guys returning to their video game.
“Arm.” I turned to see Ricky trapping me in our area and groaned.
“Fuck off.” I snapped.
“Not until you show me your arm.” I huffed and ripped up my sleeve to show him no fresh marks were on the skin. “Other one.” I rolled my eyes and pulled that sleeve too. “Thank you.”
“Can you just fuck off please?”
“Have you fixed your relationship with Elara?” He asked.
“No.” I muttered, pulling out the book that I had been obsessed with lately.
“Then there is your answer. Plus this is my bunk area too.” He smirked. He climbed up in his bunk and pulled out his computer.
“Did you give me the book?” I asked quietly, holding up his novel. He glanced over and nodded.
“I thought you might like it. It seemed very your style.” He admitted.
“I do like it. Its really good.” I whispered.
“Thanks.” I curled back up and continued to read it silently. “Elara misses you.” I felt the tears prick at my eyes again and quickly wiped them away.
“I have to get some air.” I left the book on my pillow and quickly made my way out of the bus. We were already at the venue for the night, so we were just relaxing until the show in a few hours. I made my way to the back of the bus and pulled out my cigarettes, lighting one up and taking a hit.
“Scar?” I turned to see that my best friend had followed me out.
“Hey.” I mumbled. She moved over to me and pulled me into her arms, making the flood gates break and me start sobbing.
“I’m sorry.” We both said at the same time before dropping into a fit of giggles.
“I am so sorry for calling you a bitch and crazy. I can’t imagine what you were dealing with.” She told me.
“I mean you weren’t wrong. I was acting like a bitch. I had no right to take my jealousy out on you and Vin. You two are so cute together. He’s good for you.” I murmured.
“He’s amazing. I absolutely adore him. I missed you.”
“I missed you too.” I took another drag out of the cig and dropped to a squatting position.
“So, you and Ricky have been talking a bit more.” She noticed.
“It’s nothing. We are just keeping up appearances, so people think we are together.”
“I don’t think having sex with him while sobber is nothing.” I glanced at her in shock. “Ricky told Vinny and I overheard. He seemed upset.”
“Its not like it was out of love or some shit. It was literally a hate fuck.” I shrugged.
“That wasn’t how he made it sound.”
“Can we please just drop it.” I begged.
“Ok, ok.” We sat there in silence for a bit longer before she spoke up again. “You love him.” The tears pricked my eyes again and I shook my head. “You have never been able to lie to me.”
“Why does it hurt so bad?” I sniffled.
“Because love sucks sometimes.” She wrapped her arms around me tightly and held me close. “I’m sorry sweetie.” I dropped the cigarette and stamped it out before clinging to her arm and burying my head in her shoulder. “I-is that why you were in the hospital? I asked but Ricky refused to tell me.”
“I-I-“ I nodded, unable to bring myself to say anything. I broke down sobbing and pulled up my sleeves to show her the scars.
“Oh Scarlet.” She whispered.
“R-Ricky saved me. He found me and stayed with me.” I sniffled. “But he acted so cold when we left. Why does he hate me?” I whimpered.
“I don’t know.” She mumbled, confusion laced in her tone.
~~
“Hey, I’ve been looking for you.” The show was about to start in an hour, and I was out back of the venue when Ricky showed up. He sat down pressed up against my side.
“I’ve been here.” I shrugged taking a hit off of a cigarette. I had been smoking a lot more and I hated it.
“Baby girl, this is so bad for you.” He scolded taking the cig from my hand and dropping it. He held out his hand and while I wanted to protest but I could tell there were cameras on us. I passed it over and he set it on his other side.
“Why are you being nice to me?” I whispered, dropping my head to his shoulder.
“Because you’ve had a couple of rough weeks and you deserve some support.” He offered. I lifted my head to thank him but got lost in his eyes that were an inch from my face. Our noses brushed and I could feel his minty breath ghost across my skin. He leaned down and pressed our lips together in the gentlest kiss that we had ever shared. I shifted so I was facing him and felt his hands move to my hips. He gripped them tightly making me pull back and hiss. My eyes went wide as he glared at me. He thumbed over the hem of my pants and drug them down enough that he could see the bandage.
“Ricky-“ He stood up and tossed my pack of cigarettes in the trash before grabbing my hand and pulling me inside. He led me down the hall to a secluded room and pulled me inside. “Ricky-“
“Strip.” He ordered. We had a stare off for a moment but when I realized he wasn’t going to give I started messing with my jeans. “Fully naked.” I sighed and nodded, too tired to protest anymore. When I was done, he did a circle around me before dropping to his knees and leaning forward to press gentle kisses all around the scars. “Baby, why?”
“I’m sorry.” I cried. I buried my face in my hands and angrily rubbed the tears away.
“I don’t want you to keep hurt yourself like this anymore. You are too beautiful to be sad.” He kept placing kisses on the injury and slowly moving to the middle of my stomach. “Back up.” He murmured. I took a few steps back and felt my back hit a wall. “I’m going to show you how gorgeous you are. Ok?” I gave a weak nod so he lifted my leg over his shoulder and placed kisses on the exposed thigh. “Tell me if you want me to stop.” I shook my head and felt him grin against my skin. His lips brushed against my leg lightly until they met my core. He placed a soft kiss at the top of my entrance, letting his hot breath blow over it and making me shudder.
“Ricky-“ I gasped.
“I got you baby girl.” He ran his tongue along my slit so gently that I almost didn’t feel it but I did feel it when he pressed it into me. He licked into me like I was the most delicious thing that he ever tasted, and he wanted to suck up every last drop. “Fuck you taste divine.” He moaned sending vibrations up my spine. He moved his hand up to my core and slipped a finger in along side his tongue pumping both of them in and out of me, making me keen. I ran my hands down until they were laced into his hair.
“Ricky please.” I begged. I tried to squirm away, but he growled, digging his fingers into my leg to hold me into place.
“Just a little more. Let me taste you a little longer.” He groaned, working a second finger into me as he continued to devour me. He pulled his tongue away and teased at my clit again, barely pressing in before stopping and placing sucking kisses to my sensitive flesh. I whined as the pressure built, tugging on his locks of hair. He growled against me making me crash into my climax. He worked me through my release and licked my juices out of me like it was his last meal. “Fuck you are amazing.” He whispered. He waisted no time standing up and undoing his pants. He pulled out his aching member and lined up, sinking into me as I clung to him. He rolled into me at a much gentler pace than our last time together. He pressed his forehead to my temple and placed kiss after kiss to my cheek.
“Fuck Ricky.” I moaned. He pulled my leg up around his hip and lifted me off the ground, so I was reliant on him. He pressed me further into the wall and placed his hand that wasn’t holding my waist next to my head. I couldn’t help but notice how well we just fit together, as if we were two halves of a whole. In my fog addled brain I couldn’t tell where I ended, and he began. All I knew was that I never wanted to be parted from him. The coil returned in my stomach, and I could already feel my second orgasm approaching.
“I know.” He huffed. “Feels so fucking good. So fucking beautiful.” I wanted those words to be real. I wanted him to mean them, but I was going to have to deal with what I could get. “Please- please don’t keep hurting yourself. You don’t deserve it.” He asked through short breaths.
“I won’t. I won’t I swear.” I was shocked at how much I meant those words. I wanted to make him proud. Even if he didn’t like me, I needed him to be proud of me. “I’m so close. Please.”
“I am too. Come with me, baby girl. Come around my cock.” He growled. We hit our orgasms together and clung to each other until our breaths calmed. “Fuck.” He chuckled, pulling out of me slowly. We both got dressed and straightened out. “I mean it. Please don’t hurt yourself again.” He repeated.
“I won’t.” I agreed.
“Shouldn’t we talk about what just happened?” He asked.
“I’m a good lay. You said it yourself yesterday. It’s fine. You need to go. You go on stage soon and you need to get dressed.” I left before he could say anything else, the dread filling my stomach with every step I took.
