On Tour (Band RP)

[The_Spectre]

So you've been on the road for quite some time, and when you're not you're in the studio, do you ever find time for a relationship?

You know I've been in very few relationship and they rarely ended well, I guess in the end I've given up on looking for someone and just stay focused on music.

It was almost 5 month since Adam did interview to promote the Distortion Tour. He hated doing them, always seemed like every interview ended up asking about his personal life it annoyed him. He and his band worked their ass off to get where they were, and he wanted for people to notice them for their music. There they were on the huge outdoor stage it was hot, Adam looked on as the crowd continued to roar sweat dripping down his black shirt, stinging his dark brown eyes as he ran his fingers though his short black hair. He was tired they had been playing song after song with Adam sing at the top of his lungs, and yet he couldn't stop smiling. There was one last song, and after that they'd be off to Dallas, near his home town. As the band played he moved with his mic in hand waiting for his que

Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know that comes alive when you take off her clothes.
There's no telling just where she's been;
asked around but no one seems to know.
Late at night when you're looking to sin,
call her up and she'll lay down the law.
You can't trust her, 'cause she'll lie to your face,
but that's not why you gave her a call.

It waits deep inside, the lust and burning desire.

We've all been more than eager to sin;
and it feels alright, 'til we pay the price.
Now you choose, either naughty or nice,
'cause shes here for you...
it's all yours tonight.
You won't believe the stories I've been told about the girl I know.

Another thing about this girl I know,
she's more comfortable down on her knees.
Went to school, got a job, and then she shot into hell all 'cause shes born to please.

Don't get her mixed up 'cause she knows what she likes.
Can't tell the difference between right and wrong,
she knows you're watching every one of her moves;
just more reason to string you along, yeah.

It waits deep inside,
the lust and burning desire.

We've all been more than eager to sin;
and it feels alright, 'til we pay the price.
Now you choose, either naughty or nice,
'cause shes here for you...
it's all yours tonight.
You won't believe the stories I've been told about the girl I know.

The first time's hard enough,
but you made it through.
The second time I see the changes in you.
She's got you somehow, you're needing her now.

We've all been more than eager to sin;
and it feels alright, 'til we pay the price.
Now you choose, either naughty or nice,
'cause shes here for you...
it's all yours tonight.
You won't believe the stories I've been told about the girl I know

[tyrion77]

Eric's arms were sore as the band launched into their last song, one that he himself loved, as much for the music itself as for the way that it made the women in the crowd act. He couldn't help but grin as he looked out and saw women flashing them, lifting their shirts to show off what they had under them. They weren't all great, to be sure, but there had to be at least a couple of beauties in that large a crowd.

The large drummer didn't miss a beat, despite the ache. It was a good sort of pain; it meant he had been doing his favorite thing in the world, which was providing a beat for the music that was blaring through the arena. He felt like he was on top of the world right then.

[Xirena]

Standing at the side of the backstage area where only the favorite select groupies were allowed to be Sophie was watching the last song unfold. Marveling at how every night even though she's watched them time and time again it always seems different. It was still exciting and a huge adrenaline rush to watch them perform. It always made her feel like she was a star too by being selected to travel with them since she was quite good at making them happy. She loved every minute of it too. There was nothing better than a bus load of sexy men on an adrenaline high after a show. Or even the morning after when they woke up sore and aching for some TLC, she was their girl. Of course there was one in particular that had a piece of Sophie's heart...not that he noticed though.

[The_Spectre]

Every time they play, Adam always moved himself, his body spinning around, jumping on the speakers, running back and forth singing every word as it were his last, getting the crowd to clap when the two guitars would duel, holding the camera that was around looking into the lens with his innocent eyes and then push it back, he loved it it was almost as if he was different person at times.

Like every show, the song ends, the crowd cheers, and the pain in Adam's throat begins, "Thank you!" he say the crowd putting one hand behind his head, a smile still on his face, "you guys are fucking amazing, we'll see you next time". Adam stood there for a moment looking over at the crowd, guy with their devil horns up in the air chanting as he he slowly made his way off stage.

[MadMissJ]

Her hair was a wild red mess, her make up she could feel it melting in the hot lights and from the little beads of sweat that gathered at her hairline. And still she played, her arms bare, her torso wrapping in the tight leather of her short dress. She could feel the pinch now from her thigh high boots and the spiked heels.

But Bonny liked the weight of her bass around her bare shoulders, the feel of her fingers sliding across the strings and the hum of it on her amp. She could barely hear it above the crowd, but still she looked out to them, more than a few women throwing their clothing up on stage.

That was something she could have done without...Still the she smiled, rocking back and forth with her bass. Until her arms burned from the weight of it, and their last song was over. She set her bass down, reached up high to wave out to the crowd as Adam thanked them, pulled at her already short dress until it was barely covering what she’d bought it to.

She walked back to the side of the stage, looping her arm around one of her band mates as she did, grinning up at them.

“Good set, but I can’t wait to leave this place. I need a drink, a smoke, some fun and a fuck. I hope Texas treats us better.”

[The_Spectre]

Adam looked over at Bonny as she had her arm around him "I need to a shower, some food...maybe a drink" he said. Being the singer usually meant he had to go almost the whole day with out food so it was natural that he was hungry. As he walked he saw the tour bus just a few feet away "Texas is alright, and I'm pretty sure they'll treat us just about the same." It was going to be the first time Adam was near his home in years, and he wasn't looking forward to visiting what with all the people he knew back then. As Adam made it to the bus he walk in, the scream of fans muffled as he went in.

[Light Ice]

The band afforded him those moments to play, to briefly seperate himself from the chords and riffs designed for their songs. It wasn't that he demanded them. Killian, in all honesty, almost didn't care to have them. But there were shows, not every show but some shows, where his moment under the lights was as spirtual an experience as any. He beat his strings and frets, fingers hard on every note. Some played guitar with a fluidity, a kind of melodic touch. Killian didn't. Couldn't. He beat his guitar with as much feeling as he could muster, his calloused fingers a testimony to loving hours put in.

He watched the others move off-stage and betrayed a smile, the slight swagger in their stride well-deserved. Worked? They'd pained more than he had to get here, and in truth he felt lucky to be on the ride. He'd answered an audition and they'd kept him around, one show turned into two, two into three, and then there were contracts and a tour and suddenly he was the guitarist of a band that was on the rise. His only vice, aside from the odd drink, were in the silver case in his back pocket. He hand rolled his cigarettes, a habit he'd picked up when he was scarcely making rent and fiending hard. Drawing one out he packed it briefly on the case before lighting up.

"Yeah, it was." He answered Bonny. There was something to admire in the way she hit that bass. As a lead guitarest he knew he was pedestrian, no great name. But she? She, like the others, were particular talents.

His Gibson lay across hs back. It was a familiar weight; a comforting weight that they carried with them pass the stage entrance and into the corridors of the building where their dressing room remained. He walked with the heavy, slate-colored smoke twisting from the end of his smoke and wreathing his head. Sweaty, tired, the shower would be the first retreat he claimed. A small mercy against the pounding in his head and the ache in his arms.

[MadMissJ]

She laughed a little at Adam’s comments, and patted him on the back and abandoned him as he walked toward their bus, she turned to walk with Killian, Bonny was something of a social butterfly when their sets were over. It was like a high she couldn’t sustain. On stage she was the hottest piece, sex incarnate, her instrument weaponized in her hands.

Her mind hummed and her body did too. It was better than any drug…

Bonny reached over to pull at Killian’s hand that held his cigarette, pulling it toward her lips with a grin taking a drag from his hand rolled paper. She sucked at the smoke, pulling it into her lungs and letting him go. With closed eyes she let the smoke swirl around her and her friend. Bonny only opened her eyes when she was finished, winking at her band mate.

“Thanks, Killian.” She purred in his direction.

“One down, three to go I guess.” She laughed, referring to the four things she always wanted after a show.

[Light Ice]

He watched her, those soft lips curving around his cigarette. The youth, the sheer energy that carried her was enough to draw most to her side. Betraying a smile, Killian retrieved his smoke and took a hard pull. The sweetness of her lip gloss clung to it. For a moment he hesitated, his eyes tracking over her features. They were softly-featured, shaped with the gentle elegance of feminity. Rocker, or otherwise, she'd have been beautiful. When he spoke the accent hung on his words, roughing them to the Boston drawl that plagued every phrase turned.

"That so?" He found himself eager to kill his smoke, exhaling away from her. A rare, polite habit. "You've to learn to kill two birds withone stone, Bonny. A beer in a shower is one of man's greatest secrets."

They walked together, stride for stride. His T-shirt was a battered grey, block letters on the front that proclaimed "No Problem, Barb.". He'd no idea what it meant. It'd been a gift from a groupie. He passed it towards her now as they passed a few that milled about, making eye contact with her.

"Thanks, it looked good. Hope you liked the show." He said.

"It was amazing!" She swooned some. He forced a smile.

"Thanks. Be safe and enjoy yourself."

He signed it. Before he could turn away Bonny leaned in and signed it as well. The girl was all but swooning to madness now, and the pair moved away. But it stuck with him how Bonny had reached out and made the effort, unaccosted and unprovoked. It was attractive that she'd take the time, even for a groupie. She'd taken the bra's and panties onstage with only a tired smile. His eyes raked her features, pale stare fixed warmly on her own.

"I've always liked the name Bonny."

[MadMissJ]

They walked and talked, every so often pausing to sign this and that. She paused and leaned in for photos with the people who hung around waiting for the two of them to head to their bus.

He’d taken one of the shirts from the groupies at the beginning of the show, and taken it off just as quickly when he found her and handed it back and signed it, Bonny showed some goodwill toward the girl and leaned passed Killian to sign the shirt also, wrapping her arm around his waist as she did.

She looked up when he started talking again, this time not to the group around them, but to her. The red head pushed her hair back away from her face with a grin, her lovely green eyes staring up at him.

“Of course you do. One, it means beautiful. Two, it’s Irish. Three, it’s mine and I’m just about the most awesome, beautiful, Irish girl you’re going to be getting your hands on tonight.”

Bonny reminded herself that they were in the middle of a storm of people. Everyone was watching their movements, flashes of lights from cameras; both digital and video were going on around them. But she did like the way his eyes roamed over her.

“You’ll have to tell me more about this beer in the shower deal…do you think it would work with something a little harder, and with more than one person?”

[Light Ice]

Their eyes met. He watched her, aware only vaguely for a moment of the great inconvenience of the place. All at once the weight of his guitar was an unwanted burden, a reminder of the life they'd soon have to accept and of the freedoms they were giving away. He'd appreciated the fans, the great onset of fame for its wonderful moments. But here, now, he wanted the sleek-figured red-head crushed against him and he couldn't have her. Not here. He couldn't even answer her, struck speechless, aware intently of the flashes of the cameras.

Killian's jaw set tightly, briefly taking the warmth from the masculine shape of his features. He moved, watching her, admiring the subtle bounce in her hips with every stride. It was as though she felt in him the great desire rear itself up, the heat of it between them. There wasn't any denying that she was beautiful, but it was her energy... the sheer kinetic force of her that impressed him. It was the way she moved on stage, and the sharp bite of desire came again.

The passage by the fans took too long. He moved more quickly, signed his autographs stoically, until at last the double-doors that lead to the building's inner depths was revealed. They passed behind security, moving on, until the doors thudded heavily behind them. Killian turned to look at her, noting the glint of her eyes. The ache in his body was forgotten. There was an abject want in his own stare, measured intently in the brutal truth of a woman's power on him. He'd always loved women. To have one on equal footing take such a sharp stab with her sexuality at him had broken any austere reserve the otherwise quiet guitarist normally had.

He lead her past the dressing room, stretched a hand towards a passing server as he made his way into the room and claimed a bottle from the cart. Killian didn't even bother looking, it hardly mattered. All at once his strong hand sought Bonny's own, attempting to lace her slender fingers in the calloused stretch of his own as he lead her back to the showers, intent on slipping into the tile before they attracted an audience.

[MadMissJ]

Bonny was never one to mince words when it came to something she wanted. Oh, and she had wanted this life so badly when she’d been back home. She’d grown up the only daughter of American royalty, movie stars and Wall Street cash. Maybe she’d had what some would think of as an unorthodox upbringing, perhaps she’d been spoiled. She’d made a habit of never mixing work and pleasure, she’d surrounded herself with talented men and in her experience things never worked out the way you wanted them to, and with their rise to fame, it was only a mater of time before that affected your music.

But Killian looked at her like a muse. They’d woven to and fro, pens at the ready for anything anyone thrust out to them. His eyes held that slow burn; and her face could hardly contain the secret satisfied smile that crept over her at her words to him. She hadn’t received an answer, but then, she didn’t need one, the way his gaze raked across her as she walked with him was enough.

They both shoved passed the seemingly never ending line of fans and through the security force. Bonny blinked up at Killian as they passed their dressing room, and he snagged a bottle from a passing person. She wasn’t really paying attention now to their surroundings, she only had eyes for the man with her, her fingers clutched in his and the excited feeling of her stomach dropping out, along with the thudding of her heart against her ribs as they made their way to the showers.

She laughed as they pushed though the doors, her heels clicking against the hard floor, the stretching noises of her leather dress and boots and the metallic clang of her jewelry as she separated herself from him to grip her own wrist pushing until all the metal bracelets that had been there were clinking and rolling across the floor of the dimly lit room.

Bonny didn’t waste much time, they’d known each other for a while now, there were no awkward introductions to be made, she leapt at him, giggling as her boots wrapped around his waist she twined herself around his body.

“Open the bottle.” She demanded nipping at his neck.

[Xirena]

Sophie fluffs her hair a bit and grabs a few towels from the table as the show is ending. Standing there waiting in her thigh high leather boots and short black dress she watches Adam giving it his all and looking so sexy doing it. It's no wonder after every show the clean up crew has a collection of bra's and panties that were thrown onstage. Cat~calling and chanting with the crowd as the band come from the stage she hands out towels grinning and bragging on them as they walk by giving out kisses and smacks on their asses.

Watching Bonny have her arm around Adam Sophie hung back, waiting for that moment that she could slip herself under his arm and offer him companionship and comfort. He wasn't like the rest of the band. He almost had a shield around him that not many could penetrate. But Sophie had worked long and hard to gain his trust and ease that frown that seemed to develop when he wasn't onstage.

Excited to be headed to Texas she followed Adam to the bus striking up a conversation as she quickly pulled him to her giving him a swift but sensual kiss right before they got on the bus. "Amazing show baby, you always know exactly how to play the crowd" she said, her pride showing on her face. "Now lets see about getting you something to eat hmm? Anything you want in particular?"

[Light Ice]

Killian hadn't anticipated her. There was something sweet and fresh in all this, in the way she moved and taunted and toyed. They burst into the shower together, standing amidst a room decorated almost entirely in off-white tile and black grout, before she broke the grip his fingers had on her own. His eyes were tracking the rows of nozzles along one wall, one after another in true locker-room fashion when she'd dropped those bracelets. Killian turned to look at her, to catch the image of that leather dropping and found her airborne. She'd nearly bowled him straight over.

He was laughing now, the sound low and satisfied as her teeth found the stretch of his throat and plucked at the skin there. For such a small affection it yielded sharp, powerful results. Between them his prick gave a hard twitch, trapped between their bodies and in the confines of his jeans. Her lean legs framed his aching length perfectly, stretched as they were about his rugged hips and curling back around over his ass. Killian had caught her with his free hand, palm cradling the underside of a coltish thigh. It travelled now to the round of her ass, passing over her silken flesh until it curved over the swell of her backside.

"They ever call you Bossy, Bonny?" He teased, the laugh fading some now. His voice had grown a little forceful, his eyes dusky with want. Killian wanted the sleek little red-head, wanted her badly. The urgency of it wrestled with the decadence of the lifestyle they were supposed to lead. In this she was far better suited. At his element Killian was a simple man, a primal man. He managed to get the bottle open with his teeth, letting the cap fall to the floor before he held it aloft.

If he was going to endure the decadence of this encounter he needed a drink, and fast.

He laid the bottle on his lips and pulled, hard. The caustic liquor struck his pallet and rushed into his belly, lighting the warmth that she'd already provoked into a fire. Killian leant his head back after swallowing, his mouth and throat screaming briefly at him. It was Captain Morgan's. The heat faded, it finished sweet. Not sweet enough for Killian, not nearly. He turned to the red-haired woman twined around him, felt his fingers tighten their grip on her flawless backside, and claimed her mouth roughly with his own. The kiss, empowered by the urgent throb of his massive length between them, was wrought with the sheer force of his desire. His lips crushed to the soft pout of her own, his tongue slashing firm strokes along her own muscle until the sweetness of her and the fury of the moment left Killian a wild, suddenly unleashed stretch of masculinity in her arms.

[MadMissJ]

“You like me bossy, honey.” Bonny chuckled, watching him tear at the cap of the bottle and spit it out, her nails itching up his back and across his shoulders. She licked her lips as the amber liquid gurgled in the bottle and into his mouth, though it wasn’t long before it was her turn, and he savored her much longer than the liquid.

And there they stayed, her legs wrapped around his slim waist, locking as tightly as her slender thighs would allow, his hand supporting her, under her dress that was already gathering around her waist, her hands pulling against him, holding him as close as possible, their small noises were blaring in the silence of the room, the sloshes of the booze in his free hand reminded her she wanted more than his lips.

She reached down for his hand, taking a hold of the bottle with him, raising it to her mouth she took a long drink, the scalding liquid burnt a trail to her stomach, warmed her in places that were already hot for Killian.

Bonny untangled herself, pressing more fevered kisses against his mouth, down his jaw and to his shoulder. She liked the way his skin tasted on her tongue, he was salty and once she took the bottle from him with another grin, she poured a little of the liquid down his chest, watched with interest as it trailed down his stomach and dripped toward the top of his jeans where she knew their encounter was leading.

Fingers followed the rum, tickling ever downward, as she leaned in her lips pressed just above his heart, giving him almost an innocent kiss before her tongue darted out, licking the remnents of the sweet liquid there.

“Hum…” She purred, handing him back the bottle. “Yummy.”

Those questing digits, looped themselves though his belt loops on either side of his zipper, the red head bent down further to bite at his belly, dragging her teeth with ownership across his flesh before soothing it while she painted him with her tongue yet again. Bonny lingered there, lips finding the edges of his jeans, kneeling for a moment on the floor, she teased him, wanted to stroke the fire, make it unbearable, her hands brushed against him again and again as that sly tongue that sang such sweet lyrics quested for more of the liquor.

She finally stood to her full height, turning her back to him, pulling up her hair with an arm and murmured.

“Unzip me.” The voice was smoky but familiar, she turned her head to look back at him, the need in her green eyes spoke volumes.

“Please.”

[Light Ice]

"Please." She said.

It was enough to briefly, so briefly, snap him from the haze. Her tongue, the soft flicker of it over his skin, had been enough to rip the remnants of restraint from his rugged frame. He'd been so close to abandoning their indulgences, forgoing the sweet affections for the harder, satisfying edge of things. Her voice snapped his eyes to her own, holding briefly on those softly Irish features. Her green eyes glinted, tossed over a slender shoulder to stare at him. His hand lifting to briefly comb through the mess of crimson strands gathered atop her head before falling, tracking a faint caress along the back of her neck.

His hand found the zipper, drew it down. The metal teeth rasping as they parted, opening sleek leather to reveal the elegance of her back, the sleek line of her body beneath. One good turn deserved another, and so when the zipper was rooted at the soft rise of her ass his hands poured the bottle, running a trail of liquor from the base of her neck to the swell of her flawless backside. Bending his head forward, Killian swept his tongue across the damp skin, tasting liquor and the sweetness of her. Firm kisses, swipes of that soft muscle, flicking along the soft curve of her spine until he kneeled at the round of her ass.

He bit the bare cheek before he stood, a sharp nip before his lips claimed the bottle.

The rum's heat sloshed with his own, burned a pit in his belly as he stood before her. Bonny's beautiful frame partially displayed beyond the alluring spread of leather, accented by the silver of the zipper. Killian drank and felt the tension leave him, a languid indulgence settling in as the high of the show blended with the surprise, stark and bold, of the night's turn.

"Come 'ere." He said to her, pale eyes seeking her own.

The bottle held in one hand as the other curled about her hips, not bothering to remove the leather that separated them quite yet. All at once at ease, swimming in the bold want for her, the primal urges rippling through every synapse of his body. Soothed, only now, by the realization that they'd made it here. That the wealth and fame afforded them the time to enjoy this before the life swept them up and away. And hell, Killian's thoughts for once were focused on the intensity of feeling. A purely hedonistic appreciation, the reward for the hard sessions and practice and poor shows they'd been forced to play. There, standing before her, the guitarist bend to kiss her once more. Aware that the leather keeping her slender frame from crushing to his bare chest was loose, and for the moment, not caring to remove it.

[MadMissJ]

She gasped. Bonny had known what she was up to, hadn’t there been an attraction for a while? He was older than her; she could have convinced herself that she was more like a sister to him. But tonight she was proving that wrong, the way he worshipped her with his mouth was unlike anything a brother should do to his little sister.

How many tours had she’d fallen asleep on his shoulder? Bonny stared at the wall, eyes slitted as he licked his way down her back, sending shivers up her spine. How many times had she leaning up against his side to read a book and smelled his cologne, turning her face away, fighting against the feeling it aroused in her?

But she didn’t have to fight it here.

The wild red head cried out as his teeth sank into her backside, tilting her head back and grabbing at the tiles in front of her with sharp nails. That was until she was turned into him with a commanding ‘Come ‘ere’, her boots sliding on the slick floors.

He gripped at her ass, even if she’d wanted to she couldn’t have avoided the bumping of their hips, but she arched her back, grinding into him. Bonny had never been one for waiting for pleasure, she took it with the single-mindedness of one who was very young and had nothing to fear. She feasted at his lips, sucking and biting and letting all the sensations of it wash over her. Maybe it was Killian that had her feeling so base, so open. The red heads heart was beating a mile a minute, she clung to him the few drinks just settling in and making her head swim, or maybe that was lust.

Bonny leaned away, putting her palm up against his bare chest and pushed him away; she gripped the edges of her tight dress pulling it down her legs, shimmying her hips back and forth in a little dance to wiggle out of the costume. What that left in front of him was her curvy frame, pink nipples at attention for him, clad in nothing but tall black boots.

She was playful, always had been, more so when she was out of her clothes. The girl raised her arms up cupping her own breasts, shaking her shoulders at him with a giggle, before trailing down to rest between her legs, hiding her bare sex, or perhaps pleasuring herself.

Leaning forward she kissed along his fingers that held the bottle, before opening her mouth like a baby bird.

“More.” She demanded, her tongue licking an ‘O’ around her lips before staying still for the booze she wanted him to pour for her.

[tyrion77]

Eric followed the others offstage, making his way back to the dressing room area. He stopped to sign autographs the same as the rest, enjoying the afterglow of the performance, which had gone extremely well. Once he actually made it to the back, he showered and changed quickly, and walked out toward the bus in time to see Sophie entering the large vehicle that they rode around the country in. Once at the door to the bus, he hefted his bag up a bit higher so that it wouldn't get in the way as he walked up the steps and entered himself, a bit annoyed that they would have to get such an early start to make it to Texas, but only a bit.

[Light Ice]

The leather fell, heavy and empty, to crumple at the tile. She was softer than he'd imagined, a lissome collection of full curves and gentle, feminine slopes. His hand reached, exploring her, smoothing over a slim shoulder and along her back, the dip in her spine that slid inward before pushing out at the rise of her ass. He gripped her, sunk his strong fingers into the pliant softness of her cheek and felt Bonny arch sharply against him, sucking in air in a sweet little gasp at the intimacy of the contact.

Killian had never been schooled in man's marvels. He didn't see the beauty of a building's architecture or in the paintings at the Met. Killian had loved women. He'd seen beauty in those curves, in soft lips and heavy lashed eyes. Bonny, stretched before him, gave him a rare and poignant moment in which his desires briefly played second to a more inherited, deeper appreciation. He took great pleasure in raking her with his eyes, in feeling her against him. And then, in that moment, her fingers were touching the battered knuckles of his hand.

Their eyes met as he poured the dark liquor over the full pout of her lips, onto the soft tongue beyond. It was the most sensual thing he'd ever seen. Bonny lapped at the liquor, paid no mind as some splashed her chin. He bent, noting the droplets that ran against he skin, and passed a broad lap of his tongue to clean her. They finished with a deep kiss, and his free hand dragging her slender fingers to the belt at the crest of his jeans.

"Fuck." He mumbled against her mouth, words husky with want.

All at once clothes were constricting, a deep envy that she was free of her own already blossoming inside him. She stood before him, sleek and sure, wearing only the high leather boots that gave her a couple inches and helped them fit together so nicely. In the austere confines of the shower she was accented, a sultry thing in an otherwise bleak place. His prick strained ferociously, soft flesh hardened beyond reason by their games. The denim of his jeans hot to the touch from the column of his prick as it throbbed wantonly from within, straining the denim uncomfortably. It's impressive stretch clearly outlined.

"Now, Bonny." He growled, insistent, pushing her fingers down from the ridged stretch of his muscled stomach back to the belt's buckle. "I gotta be closer to you."

[The_Spectre]

Originally Posted by Xirena

Sophie fluffs her hair a bit and grabs a few towels from the table as the show is ending. Standing there waiting in her thigh high leather boots and short black dress she watches Adam giving it his all and looking so sexy doing it. It's no wonder after every show the clean up crew has a collection of bra's and panties that were thrown onstage. Cat~calling and chanting with the crowd as the band come from the stage she hands out towels grinning and bragging on them as they walk by giving out kisses and smacks on their asses.

Watching Bonny have her arm around Adam Sophie hung back, waiting for that moment that she could slip herself under his arm and offer him companionship and comfort. He wasn't like the rest of the band. He almost had a shield around him that not many could penetrate. But Sophie had worked long and hard to gain his trust and ease that frown that seemed to develop when he wasn't onstage.

Excited to be headed to Texas she followed Adam to the bus striking up a conversation as she quickly pulled him to her giving him a swift but sensual kiss right before they got on the bus. "Amazing show baby, you always know exactly how to play the crowd" she said, her pride showing on her face. "Now lets see about getting you something to eat hmm? Anything you want in particular?"

When Adam first saw Sophie, he thought of her as just another groupie another girl who wanted to get into his pant, but he soon that she was at every show they were at, cheering singing along with him, He had to admit it was kind of a turn on. When they went on tour he asked if she wanted to come, he was very blunt and straight to the point. He'd have been lying if he said he didn't find her attractive, yet he never really showed it. Granted they had sex, even he had needs, but he was a bit distant during, only really showing affection during sleep when he would hold her close. Though see wasn't officially his girlfriend his relationship with Sophie was probably the most functional one he ever had.

Adam looked over seeing Killian and Bonny together, "took them long enough" he thought to himself, those two had been flirting forever you'd have to an idiot not to see they liked each other, he just hoped they didn't make a mess. He was caught off guard as Sophie kissed and with that the hearts of hundreds of female fans broke. Her lips lips were always a breath of fresh air sending shivers down his spine. Her word were sweet as always "you just have to know you audience" he said his voice a bit quiet as to not strain it anymore.

Before Adam could say anything about what he wanted to eat, a knock came at the bus. It was some kid holding a bag he looked nervous "Hold that thought" he told Sophie as he went to the door "Umm...the people over there said to give you the food you asked for" the kid was nervous, Adam smiled as he took the food looking inside 2 burgers and fries just as he asked, "Thanks", the kid still stood there "Also.. I was wondering if...." "Sure..." was all Adam said as he took a sharpie and signed the kids shirt, good thing it was white. The kid walked off with a big smile on his face as Adam closed the door, "Always show the fans you care especially if you don't get air play on the radio" he said as he placed the food on the table and began to take off his shirt "tell you what let me take a quick shower and we can eat, sound good?"

[MadMissJ]

She didn’t respond with words, what she responded with was the sharp pulling of the leather of his belt from the belt buckle, the slippery sound as she tugged it from around his waist and let it fall where it would across the floor, joining her dress and bracelets.

Her fingers, urged by his, plucked at the button of his pants, pushing the metal through until the only thing that separated them was the shining teeth of his zipper. They were at a crossroads, his voice was growling against her ear, urging her on.

It was pulled, catching here and there against its own mechanisms, but with gentle coaxing he was almost as free as Bonny. She couldn’t help as she leaned forward into him, finally feeling his skin against hers, and with a bit more of that bold bravery she was slipping the pants from his lean hips, her eyes wanting to follow each and every move that her hands made against her band member.

Bonny had never wanted anything so much in her life as to be closer to Killian. Had never had anyone look at her quite the way he did, like he was piecing together a puzzle, moving the bits of her he thought he knew, and the parts he knew now and reassembling them into something more. It was a little like being worshipped. Oh, she’d had her share of men who thought she was a goddess, loved her for the music for what they thought she was. But, it was nice to have Killian here, who knew her, flaws and all.

“Now you can get as close as you want.” The girl breathed, reaching back up to pull him down toward her, even with her heels he was still taller, but she didn’t have any trouble coaxing him to her level.

[Light Ice]

He yielded to her slender fingers, there was no interest in denying them. Bending, Killian captured Bonny's frame in the rugged stretch of his arms and drew her into him. All at once her soft curves were crushed to the rugged stretch of his chest, the warmth of her seeping into him. His hard prick was trapped between them, pulsing hotly against her flat belly as he bent to kiss her.

As close as he wanted? No. He couldn't do that yet. There was a place inside a woman that a man couldn't touch even when he fucked her, one of the little secrets he'd come to learn of through the comedic trial and error of dating. Few women, if any, spoke the fullest of their sexuality at the onset. Touching greater desires, likes, and interests took time and patience. Right now Killian didn't have time. Right now he had her, the soft stretch of her sleek form curled up tight against him and he had this moment to take her.

She kissed him hard, far more desperately than he'd imagined. Bonny was a ferocious musician and a strong woman, but she was young. The pleasure in the surprise spurned him own, brought his hands to smooth from the round of her hips to the rise of her backside. He lifted her, guiding her thighs around his hips, supporting her lissome frame with his calloused hands. Two steps, three, and then he pressed the line of her back into the cold tile and trapped her between his rugged frame and the wall.

His mouth left her own and found the soft column of her throat, feeling the pulse run beneath her skin as his hands lifted her further. A slender shoulder, kissed, tongue lashing to wet salty-sweet skin before small suckles followed. Killian lifted her higher, felt her thighs climb his rugged waist for purchase before he pinned her. Lips found the swell of her breast, tasting smooth skin before finding the pert, pink rise of her nipple. His teeth plucked at it, pulling briefly at the turgid tips before his tongue stretched out to soothe any pains he'd given her.

"How'm I going to keep my hands off you in the bus?" He breathed, the words a hot breath in the valley between her breasts.

It was a man's worry, a greedy question emphasized by the urgency of his need. Bonny's body crushed against his, the taste of her skin, all fueling a long-dormant want. The showers weren't going to contain what he wanted, didn't suit the ways he saw himself taking her. Sinking her down, Killian felt the velvet crown of his hard length butt up against the silken petals of her sex. His breath sharp, ragged now.

"Fuck, we need a hotel." He breathed.

He'd take her now. He needed to. Precum ran from the slit at his prick's tip in steady, pearly beads. It followed the thick vein down the length of his shaft, mingled with the wetness from her sex. Poised there, he held her steady, his forehead resting against her own. Their eyes met, and he held them. His impatience, the masculine ferocity of his want, all mixed. Bonny had Killian twisted up, his muscles tensing under the power of his desire.

[Xirena]

Sophie smiled as the kid looked at Adam with such adoration. He was always so good to his fans, always making time for them no matter how tired he was. The bright look of excitement on the kids face was worth not having Adam by her side for a few moments. She just let her pride in him show through her eyes and her actions. Watching Killian and Bonny together she grinned glad to see they were finally not fighting their obvious attraction they have for each other. Adam looked at her saying "tell you what let me take a quick shower and we can eat, sound good?" So Sophie grinned an winked at him "sounds good to me sexy".

Watching him pull off his shirt her mouth got dry seeing his muscles ripple and his skin still having a light shine of sweat on it she ached to reach out and touch him. Knowing that she couldn't push him she had quickly learned to let him have his space and that it was better to hang back than be pushy with him. She knew him as well as she knew herself and knew he'd want to relax in the shower a bit letting the steam help sooth his throat than to have her go crawl in there with him and offer him her body. That would come later, after he ate and relaxed for a while. Then they would snuggle and she would take care of him.

To her it was the closest she'd ever came to being in love, only bad part was she loved him yet he didn't love her in return. He cared for her enough that it was worth staying around for. She loved being there for him, seeing new places, hanging out at the shows...making love with him. But one of the things she actually enjoyed the most is loosening him up. He had the best laugh yet when she first met him he barely showed his funny side. But Sophie was loved to laugh, so thats one thing she brought to Adam was laughter. She would be silly just to get him to smile at her and hear him crack up laughing.

The smell of his soap coming from the shower had her body humming in desire. God she loved the way he smelled. Couldn't hardly wait to taste his skin and bury her face in his neck. Taking the bag of food she went to the microwave and put his food in to warm it as the bathroom door opened and steam rolled out...

[MadMissJ]

She felt the impact of every movement; it seemed to jar her body. His rough hands on her soft skin tugging at it, lifting and posing her, she could have been clay in his hands for the way he shifted her to where he wanted her, bent her in the ways that turned him on most. Bonny had never liked to yield that control, but with Killian it was natural. She grinned as her back was braced against cold tile, her nipples in his warm mouth made her cry out in the empty room. Bonny shivered there in his arms, he was her friend, but here between her ragged breathing and his muttered words Killian was an almost lover.

He spoke and she smiled, one of those far away kinds that flittered over the face of someone you’ve known for a while. She smoothed his hair back away from his face as he spoke against her skin, the redhead softly shh’ed him, at direct opposites to the way her fingers clawed his scalp pulling his head up to look at her as she was poised above him.

“We don’t need a hotel, Baby.” Her voice was husky with needing him, he had her perfectly braced, she felt him brushing up against her entrance, he seemed so wolfish now. His eyes were locked with hers, they were stormy she could read every need he had for her there, Bonny leaned forward to rest her forehead against his, wrapping her arms around his neck, letting her long fingers massage the taunt shoulder muscles beneath.

That was before she relaxed her grip on his hips, no long willing to be teased with his almost status, he wanted her, she wanted him and Bonny greedily took him inside of her, sighing as her body opened for him, accepting him in one brief moment, she’d lost her frenzied need of him, because they were joined.

Her backside slipped along the tile, heated now from her skin, it pulled at her as she manipulated his body with her legs, using him as a support to get what she needed. Bonny pulled herself up, her strong arms and legs pushing against Killian, she was up and then seated once more on his throbbing length.

“Fuck me. I can’t stand it, Killian.” She begged, rocking her hips to feel that sweet friction.

[Light Ice]

He felt her thighs levy against his hips and then liquid heat, her slick petals spreading along the thick crown of his length until he was rooted deep within her. Bonny took those first few moments as her own, lifting herself up until her full breasts framed his chin before dropping her slender frame down and impaling herself on him once again. The fire between them ran up through every synapse of his body, wrenching his thoughts away, tearing fantasies that had rooted themselves in his mind. There was only the cool tile, the empty bathroom, her lissome frame crushed against his own.

"Fuck me." She pleaded. "I can't stand it, Killian."

Neither could he. It was too good. It was too much. His strong hands tightened their grip on the round cheeks of her ass, holding her against the shower's wall while his hips took over their rhythm. Killian thrust hard, long strokes that dragged his hard length from the grip of her slick sex before he drove it into her again, rooting it against her softly clenching muscles.

She fought with him, it felt, everytime his length slide from her. Her fingers pawed at the muscled stretch along his shoulders, her heels dug into his corded thighs while her slender frame squirmed between his frame and the tile. Killian thrust hard, bouncing her soft ass against the wall she was trapped against, filling her as their foreheads broke from one another and his mouths ought her own.

"Bonny!" He growled. The words seemed far off, a low rumble that he nearly didn't recognize as his own. "I..."

The words failed him, his hips rolled forward, rooting them together. In the vice-like tightness of her body his hard length twitched, jerked firmly in hard pulses. Pleasure swam through him, filled him up, tensed his rugged body as he claimed Bonny's own. there were softer places in her, stretches of her slick walls that he sought, grinding into her now until the velvet crown of his length struck them firmly. When he found them, and she announced it with a soft whimper of pleasure and a ferocious arch forming in her body, breasts thrust toward him and her hips grinding hard back against his own, Killian began to thrust into her in earnest again. The restraints all but entirely gone as he fucked his friend in the depths of the arena.