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lampmeeting · 4 years ago

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D for Charles/Magnus, I for Magnus/Toki, L for Charles/Pickles, and F for Melm/JT.

eeehEHEHEHE DILF *rubs my little hands together* don't mind if i do~

D for Drunken Love Confession - Charles/Magnus

pre-klok. :') magnus has been chipping away at charles' resolve. there's just something about the bookish, put-together little chuck offdensen that makes magnus wanna break through all his defenses and see him come undone. he always did like a challenge. they have heated, passionate debates about the direction of the band. they get in each other's faces. magnus even kissed him once, but charles pushed him away, furious and blushing, and demanded he leave his office.

after six months of this weirdly charged back-and-forth they have, the band invites charles to come drinking with them to celebrate pickles' birthday. charles declines, concerned they're just inviting him to come because they want someone else to play designated driver. but magnus intervenes like "nah i'm driving tonight, promise. so go nuts." and charles seems to think it over... and eventually agrees.

so they all go out! at first charles seems to be pacing himself, but pickles gets shots, and it's all downhill from there. magnus, staying dutifully sober, watches the rest of the band + charles get sloppy and silly, not minding in the slightest the way charles leans against him a little in the booth and touches him when he laughs. he starts to regret not getting drunk himself, but he'd promised charles. it's enough just to see charles' mask slip, albeit not quite in the way magnus wanted. but he'll take it for now.

at the end of the night, magnus drops the band off at the apartment and then continues on to charles' place. he pulls up, and charles tries to get out of the car, but stumbles and falls. he's a lot more fucked up than magnus suspected. magnus helps him to the door, but charles seriously looks like he's about to black out, so he takes him inside, cleans him up a little, and puts him to bed (on his side, in the recovery position, he knows the drill). before he leaves, he can't help himself... he runs fingers through charles' sweaty hair and strokes his jaw. charles opens his eyes, seeming surprised that magnus is still there, and then... he smiles at him. a genuine smile. and as his eyes close again, he whispers something that freezes magnus in place.

"...mmfm...mmlove you..."

"...what?"

but charles is under again, and magnus leaves in a panic. charles doesn't, can't, have feeling for him. that's too much. magnus just wanted some fun, right? maybe get charles worked up enough for an angry fuck. but...love?

magnus can't sleep. the next time magnus sees charles, charles pulls him aside. "i apologize that you had to babysit me like that the other night. i can't exactly recall everything that happened, so if i said or did anything, ah...embarrassing, i'm very sorry."

so charles doesn't remember what he said. or he does and he's just trying to save face. magnus should be relieved about this, but for some reason his heart feels suddenly sore...

"oh, yeah, no...you were out like a light. don't worry about it."

I for "Idiots in Love" - Toki/Magnus

post-post-galaktikon. weirdly enough i'd probably write this from like nathan's pov or something. he's having everyone over to the house for some reason, maybe a holiday or his daughter's first birthday or something (her cool uncles wouldn't dream of missing it). this means..... rrugghhgh magnus is coming over. it's the first time he's interacted with magnus since pickles and charles' wedding, so maybe a good couple years, and he's not looking forward to it.

everyone arrives. toki and magnus are the last to show up, and nathan has to do a double-take because this is SO not magnus. half his hair is back in a ponytail, he's let his beard grow in some, and he's wearing a sweater?? and he's smiling? he genuinely seems happy to see nathan, gives him a hug, says a warm hello to abby.

over the course of the afternoon nathan has to keep looking at him and reminding himself that's magnus fucking hammersmith because he's just so... animated? friendly? he's sitting next to toki and they're holding hands, and when others are talking the two of them are making eyes at each other and cuddling and laughing at little things they seem to be sharing between themselves. they're being a couple of absolute goofballs together, and honestly it's a bit sickening to watch. is magnus just faking this?

at some point nathan excuses himself to the kitchen for something, and while he's in there he's joined by magnus, considerably more subdued.

"sorry, man, i just...i thought maybe we could talk for a sec."

so they talk. they catch up a little. nathan learns magnus has been hitting the therapy especially hard over the past year, making some meaningful strides. it's not an act, he's genuinely happier now. or at least trying to be.

"i mean, you know how it is, nate, right? doesn't abby make you wanna be better just because she exists and she loves you?"

okay, nathan can understand that. he still doesn't understand... them. but it really seems like magnus has turned a corner, which... good for him, he supposes. as long as he's treating toki well.

when they return to the party, nathan watches magnus sit back down with toki and give him a kiss like he'd been gone all month, and they giggle to themselves again. this time, it seems...all right.

L for "Love at First Sight" - Charles/Pickles

i'm gonna flip the script here!! i've already done the whole "charles sees pickles on stage and goes gaga for him" twice now... so i'd pull away from the 80s and do a fic where they actually did meet for the first time in the mid-90s when pickles was in dethklok.

so they've got their shitty original manager (the one from doomstar) still, and he's just not pulling his weight. he's managing a few other bands and his heart isn't in dethklok the way it used to be. pickles is worried they're stagnating, and when he learns that it's been magnus lately making sure they get booked, that's the last straw. they all come together, and they tell the dude to fuck off. but then this leaves them without a manager. magnus offers, but pickles has already been wary about how possessive magnus seems about the band recently, so when pickles says no the rest of them vote the same.

pickles blows through his old contacts looking to dig up some manager from his past who can either wants to manage dethklok or has connections to someone else. no dice. skwisgaar comes up with no one. magnus is still trying to campaign for himself. shit gets dire when somehow seth finds out dethklok is lacking management and leaves pickles a voicemail offering his "valuable fuckin' services". pickles blows his fucking top, swearing and screaming. "HOW HARD IS IT TO FIND ONE GUY CAPABLE OF MANAGING A FUCKIN' BAND??"

the doorbell rings, and pickles, still raging, throws it open.

"WHAT??"

"ahh!"

it's just... a dude. like a normal-ass dude. glasses. a nice dress shirt and slacks. nice hair. handsome. he's nervous as shit, but that almost makes him more handsome.

"i, ah...i-i was told that van on the street belongs to, ah...to someone here? i clipped the, ah, the bumper. just a little. but it's noticeable."

anger forgotten, pickles just... stares at him. are his eyes green or brown? and that jawline...

the man shifts his weight just a bit, peeking into the apartment with wide, curious eyes. "sorry, that, ah... that's quite the drum kit."

"huh?" pickles looks back at it and steps inside, and the man follows as if he's simply meant to be there. "oh, yeah, thanks. you play?"

"hardly. a small jazz kit in college for a friend's music project but it, ah, obviously didn't go anywhere." the man glances around and seems to realize that he's just waltzed inside. "right, ah, so about the van--" he pulls out his card. charles f. offdensen of finch & associates. an honest-to-god lawyer. huh. so he's a smart guy. good-looking to boot. knows a bit about music, apparently. and he's looking to make things right about hitting the van...

pickles smiles, hearts in his eyes. "ya like metal, charlie?"

F for "Fake Dating" - Melmord/Twinkletits

aaahahah... okay. so, this would be when melm is living with john as part of his continued therapy. a few months pass, and they've actually become good friends, melm thinks, not just therapist and patient. it's nice living there with john.

and then, john gets a call from his ex-wife, joy. she's in town, and she wants to come over for dinner one night before she leaves. the only thing is, she's got her new fiance in tow. she and john ended on pretty mutual terms, so there's really no bitterness there, but even so, john knows it's going to be an unpleasant evening. and then there's the question of what to do about melmord.

"you can just stuff me in a back room and pretend i don't exist. i'll be real quiet."

"absolutely not, you've been watching too many sitcoms."

"excuse you, that's jane eyre."

john just doesn't exactly know how to approach explaining melmord's presence in the house. because he knows joy, and joy will ask.

"tell her i'm a friend who needed a place to crash?"

"joy knows i don't do friends anymore."

ouch go melm's feelings.

"well, uh... you could just tell her the truth? that i'm your patient and i live with you?"

john pulls a face. "absolutely not."

in a flash of sitcom inspiration, melm snaps his fingers. "i got it! i'm your boyfriend! we'll pretend to date!"

"pretend to--?? mel, honey, no. okay? i understand you're trying to help, but--"

"but what? what's your brilliant idea, doc?"

cut to john introducing melmord to his ex-wife.

"and this is my... well, he's uh, my boyfriend actually. my boyfriend melmord."

melm is all smiles as he leans in and takes joy's hand. "please, just call me mel."

and then of course at the end of a long night, joy and her fiance leave, and john and melm pat each other on the back for a job well done. they really gave it their all, put on a convincing performance full of long embraces and doting glances and romantic touches. neither of them really want to talk about how easily it came to them, and how unwilling they both are to bring it to an end.

"well, uhh... good night, then." john chuckles. "darling."

"yeah, haha, sleep good, uh... sugarbear."

they laugh. they're standing in the hall laughing. they should really move apart from each other and go to their respective rooms if they're going to sleep, but they're not moving. and they're still laughing. and now melmord is touching john's shirt, fingering a button, and john has a hand on melm's hip...

"maybe," melm says quietly, "we can just pretend for, like... a little longer?"

#thank you jean!!!!#these are turning out so long omg hahaha #my writing #okay NOW i sleep fdgdgd

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ibelieveinharrystyles · 5 years ago

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Chapter One: You Bring Me Home

Always Golden Masterlist

August 2019

Harry was lonely, isolated in fact. He was part of an industry full of creative and wonderful people, yet he was still alone. He lay in the bed in Anne’s spare room, staring at the blank ceiling, compared to the ceiling in his childhood bedroom it was lifeless, his old ceiling was covered in marks from all the times he had tried to catapult toys into the air as a child, convinced they could fly. He really must have been alone if he was that deep in thought about his beloved ceiling. If he was completely honest he had no clue why he was back home, since the fallout with Ashley he had felt lost in London, opting to spend months in Japan and Italy. Half of him hoped he might accidentally bump into her, he knew full well it was Linda’s birthday, and he knew what Ashley was like, she wouldn’t want her mum spending her birthday alone.

His lonely thoughts were interrupted by a light tap on the door, he shot up as his mum entered the room, “Morning love, I’ve got bacon for sandwiches, but no bread, you couldn’t run down to the bakery could you and grab a loaf?” Anne asked, her charm and grace echoing through the room.

“Of course mum, give me five and I’ll be on my way.” Harry hauled himself out of bed, grabbing the first pair of jeans and a yellow t-shirt from his suitcase. He slipped on a pair of vans and made his way downstairs and out into the early morning summer sun. As much as he loved the big cities he was lucky enough to travel to, Harry always found comfort in Holmes Chapel, maybe it was the people, maybe it was the pace of life, whatever it was, it put him at ease. The walk into the village wasn't a long one, just long enough to listen to a couple of the demos for his next album, something he was incredibly proud of.

“Barbara! Look who it is!” Harry stepped into the bakery, the familiar smell of fresh bread and cakes hitting him almost instantly, “How’ve you been Harry?” Claire asked from behind the counter.

“I’m good, just popped up to see mum for the weekend, she’s run out of bread, so I said I’d grab her a loaf.” Harry explained.

“Well Barbara’s just unpacking some, I’ll see if she has any of Anne’s favourites.” Claire disappeared into the backroom, leaving Harry with no one but the massive poster of teenage him for company.

“Mummy can I get a rainbow donut?” A young voice asked as the door to the bakery swung open, not wanting to get in anyone’s way, Harry stepped back staring at the reply Gemma had sent him about what they were getting Anne for her birthday.

“I don’t think they do those here poppet, I think they’re a London thing.” Harry’s heart jumped, he looked up at the woman and her daughter stood looking at the cake counter, it was her, it was Ashley. She looked different, her once brunette hair now had a golden haze to it, and she had a different glow about her. “What do you want then monkey? The gingerbread man or the pink cupcake?” Harry admired the sweet interaction, not wanting to interrupt or cause a scene.

“Pink cake please mummy, and can we get one for Nanny’s birthday?” Harry watched in awe, the little baby he had once cradled in his arms was now an adorable little lady, the spitting image of her mum.

“Ashley! It’s wonderful to see you!” Claire chimed as she returned with Harry’s bread, “How long are you up here for?”

“We’re heading home tomorrow morning,” Ashley glanced at Claire, who was looking straight past her at Harry who stood awkwardly at the back of the shop, with no clue how to handle the situation. She turned to see what Claire was looking at, the man who she hadn’t seen she stormed away from him in the middle of Hammersmith.

She wavered on her feet, he looked well, he had clearly been working out more since the last time she saw him, his shoulders were broader. His hair was tousled in its usual messy yet styled way, as always he was exceptionally dressed, leaving Ashley feeling very underdressed in her jeans and Live Aid t-shirt. “Long time no see.” Harry whispered, struggling to find words to end the awkward silence.

“There’s a reason for that,” Ashley replied bitterly, handing Claire the money and taking the cakes from the counter, “And you bloody well know why.” She took her daughter’s hand and pulled her from the bakery, the pair striding back to the car where Will sat waiting.

“Who was that man mummy?” Daisy asked as Ashley opened the car door.

“No one darling, no one you need to worry about.”

“What was that all about?” Claire asked, handing Harry his loaf of bread.

“I was an idiot a while back, I don’t think she’s forgiven me, and frankly I can’t blame her.” Harry explained.

“You two were great together, thicker than thieves, I remember when you both got your saturday jobs here. Dynamic duo we called you.” Claire smiled, she was right, Harry had fond memories of washing up beside Ashley, singing Shania Twain and Joni Mitchell songs as they made their way through a mountain of dirty trays and plates.

“Clearly we’re just not the same people we used to be.” Harry replied, handing Claire a five pound note as she passed him the fresh loaf, “Have a lovely day Claire, keep the change.”

“Daisy, sit still please,” Ashley sighed, it was a cool summer evening and she was sitting in the passenger seat of Will’s broken down car. They were meant to be taking Linda out for her birthday, but Will’s car had decided to throw a spanner in the works. Daisy, like any other three year old was grizzly, and getting restless. “Will, for christ sake just call the breakdown people.” Ashley huffed as her boyfriend stood with the bonnet up trying to work out what was wrong with the car.

“What do you think I’ve done?” Will sighed, “They said it’ll be a two hour wait.”

“Brilliant, bloody brilliant. Sorry about this mum, I had hoped we’d be there soon, but who knows at this point.”

After another half an hour, Will was still adamant he knew what to do, Daisy had been through all sorts of tantrums. Just as Ashley was about to give up another vehicle pulled up beside them, expecting it to be the breakdown service, Will put the bonnet down to see the headlights didn’t belong to a van, but rather a large Audi pulled up instead. The driver wound down the window as Will approached, “Do you need any help?” The man in the car asked.

“Not sure how much you can do for me mate, think this one is passed it.” Will explained.

“In that case can I give you a lift somewhere?” He asked.

“Are you sure? there’s four of us, we’re on the way to dinner.” Will explained.

��It’s not a problem, honestly.”

“Cheers mate, I’ll let my girlfriend know, I’m Will by the way.” He smiled.

“Harry.” The audi driver smiled.

Will returned to his car, “This guy’s going to give us a lift, said he’ll drop us in town.” he explained to Ashley who was getting fed up with waiting.

“Perfect!” she chimed, climbing out of the car, she took Daisy out of the back to get her into the new car. As she opened the back door, the driver turned to face her, offering a warm smile. Talk about convenient, the one person she had hoped to avoid was going to drive her and her family to dinner.

The car ride was almost silent, apart from Daisy talking about all sorts of nonsense. Eventually Will managed to put two and two together, realising who Harry actually was. They pulled up outside the restaurant and Linda turned to Harry, “Thank you so much for that Harry love, I owe you for that.”

“It’s not a problem Linda, honestly, I was coming this way anyway.” Harry assured her.

“Why don’t you join us?” Linda smiled, this was all Ashley needed.

“I wouldn’t want to intrude, honestly.” Harry replied.

“I’m sure Harry’s a busy man.” Will muttered bitterly from the back seat.

“Harry it’s my birthday, and I want to say thank you, you’re joining us.” Linda insisted.

Dinner was awkward to say the least, the waiter had just come to collect their empty dinner plates, and Ashley couldn’t help but wait for it to be over. Daisy was transfixed on Harry, seeing as she couldn’t remember him, he was far more new and exciting than anyone else sat around that table. Harry sat beside Linda, who was doing her very best to keep the conversation civil. “So Harry, when are we getting new music? Ash got me a record player for my birthday and I’m itching to buy some records for it.” Linda told him.

“I’m hoping, if everything goes to plan, to have it out by the end of the year.”

“Sounds wonderful Harry, I have missed you awfully,” Linda smiled, to her Harry was like the son she never had, she adored him completely, so when a wedge was driven between Harry and Ashley, she was heartbroken to say the least, Linda noticed the stale atmosphere, and decided to remove herself from the situation, “Tell you what Daisy, shall we go and see if we can find the puddings?” Linda asked, taking Daisy’s hand and leading her over to the bar.

“She’s grown up a lot hasn’t she?” Harry said, gesturing towards Daisy, in an attempt to make some sort of conversation.

“Yeah, she starts nursery next month,” Ashley smiled gently, appreciating Harry’’s desire to keep things civil.

“I mean you’d know that, if you’d been around for the past two years.” Will told him sternly, Ashley hadn’t ever seen Will like that before, maybe it was jealousy, maybe it was something else. He had a vague idea of the fallout between Harry and Ashley, and he knew about their history.

“Will, leave it out.” Ashley replied, trying not to cause a scene, knowing pictures of Harry would end up plastered all over tomorrow's news.

“Well it’s not like he’s been there to see her grow up is it?” Will chimed in again.

“And I suppose you have?” Harry replied, “I supported Ashley and Daisy as much as I possibly could in her first year.”

“Throwing money at a problem doesn’t make it go away.” Will answered back.

“I hold my hands up, I spent a fair amount of money on Ashley and Daisy, but one thing that never changed, is the love I have for them both, I treated Daisy like she was my own daughter and I would sure as hell do it again.” Ashley was taken aback by Harry’s little speech, she didn’t expect Harry to be so honest about where he went wrong.

“I appreciate the sentiment, but they have me now.” Will told him bluntly.

“You’re right, they do. This was a bad idea,” Harry stood up, taking his wallet from the pocket of his trousers, “Take this for the meal, I’ve cost you enough trouble.”

“We don’t need your money.” Will replied.

“I know you don’t, I know how much Ash earns, but I want to treat my friend, so that's what I’m doing, have a lovely evening.” Harry placed the wad of cash on the table before turning to leave. Ashley let out a sigh as he left the restaurant, rolling her eyes at Will.

“What?” Will asked.

“You just couldn’t help yourself could you?” Ashley replied.

“Hang on a minute, last thing you told me, you said you never wanted to see the face of that jumped up egotistical walking gucci campaign ever again.”

“Those are your words, not mine.” Ashley told him forcefully.

“I’m not wrong though am I? He used you and when he got bored you were hung out to dry, you’re better off out of it.” Will said sternly, taking a sip of his beer.

It’s more complicated than that Will, and I’m afraid it always will be.”

#BEST FRIEND HARRY #Harry Styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #one direction #watermelon sugar mv #harry styles imagine #sign of the times #harry styles one shot #imagine #fanfiction #one shot #harry styles imagines

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eileen-crys · 4 years ago

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Answering a couple of “This or That” ask games I’ve been tagged in by @warriorteam1924 and @i-lay-my-life-before-queen ! Thanks for the tags! ^^ Long post so I’ll put it under the read more hahah

ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ?

˜”*°• Qᴜᴇᴇɴ •°*”˜

♪ Album:

Queen or Queen II? / A night at the opera or A day at the races? / Jazz or Hot Space? / The Works or The Game? / A kind of magic or The Miracle? / Innuendo or Made in Heaven? / News of the world or Sheer heart attack?

♪ Songs:

Friends will be friends or You’re my best friend? / Headlong or Breakthru? / The March of the Black Queen or White Queen (as it began)? / I want it all or I want to break free? / Love of my life or Save me? / Crazy little thing called love or Man on the Prowl? / Somebody to love or Killer Queen? / The show must go on or Who wants to live forever? / We will rock you or We are the Champions? / Soul Brother or Good old-fashioned lover boy? / I’m in love with my car or Bicycle race? / Another one bites the dust or Under Pressure? / Bohemian Rhapsody or Don’t stop me now? / ‘39 or Spread your wings? / Seven seas of rhye or Lily of the valley? / Nevermore or The fairy feller’s master-stroke? / Keep yourself alive or Dead on time?

♪ Random:

70s or 80s? / Roger’s Maracas or Freddie’s Tambourine? / Hammersmith ’75 or Hammersmith ‘79? / Live in Montreal or Live in Milton Keynes? / Budapest or Wembley? / white nails or black nails? / Deacy or Deaky? / drum solo or guitar solo? / Freddie on piano or with guitar?

Another This or That!

popularity or notoriety / earbuds or headphones / fantasy or science fiction / van gogh or monet / superman or captain america (I kinda dislike both lmao but I prefer marvel) / video games or reading books / the stars or the moon / bicycles or skate boards / studio ghibli or disney / apples or strawberries / stripes or tartan / carbonation or no carbonation / retro or modern / skate shoes or combat boots / star trek or star wars / magic or swords (BOTH) / flight or invisibility / piano or guitar / dresses or leather jackets / pirates or cowboys / angel wings or dragon wings / hero corruption or villain redemption / sharks or dolphins

#tag game #sorry I don't really want to tag anyone but feel free to consider u tagged if u want to do this ^^#this or that #also if u have any questions about my answers and want to ask smth feel free #my askbox is open hahah

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manitat · 5 years ago

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Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros - Police On My Back… Jesse Malin - Intro… The Interrupters - Get Down Moses… Bruce Springsteen - Message… Jeff Tweedy - Death Or Glory… Spider Stacy - Message… Tom Morello - Bankrobber… Fred Armisen - Message… Jesse Malin - Johnny Appleseed… Richard Dudanski - Message… Hinds - Spanish Bombs… Albert Hammond Jr. - Message… H. R. - Message… The Hold Steady - Washington Bullets… Shepard Fairey - Message… Jesse Dayton - Janie Jones… Beto O'Rourke - Message… Joe Ely - I Fought The Law… Cait O'Riordan - Message… Brian Fallon - Long Shadow… Bob Gruen - Message… Cherry Glazerr - Charlie Don't Surf… Sara Driver - Message… Dropkick Murphys - Tommy Gun… Dhani Harrison - Message… Nikolai Fraiture - Police And Thieves… Matt Pinfield - Message… Butch Walker - London Calling… Jesse Malin - Message… Josh Homme & Troy Van Leeuwen - Train In Vain… Ray Gange - Message… Frank Turner - (White Man) In Hammersmith Palais… DJ Scratchy - Message… Josh Klinghoffer - Rudy Can't Fail… Josh Cheuse - Message… Lyza Jane & C. C. Adcock - Silver And Gold… Jim Jarmusch - Message… Lucinda Williams - Straight To Hell… Dave Hause - Coma Girl… Eugene Hutz - Raw Grace In Your Face (Everything Joe Said)… Bob Weir - Message… Bob Weir & Jesse Malin - Death Or Glory… Steve Buscemi - Message… Jesse Malin - Message… Matt Dillon - Message

#joe strummer #a song for joe #the clash

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clacclo · 5 years ago

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Born to run - Bruce Springsteen (1975)

#born to run #full album #album completo #bruce springsteen #brucespringsteen #e street band #musica #musica rock #rock #classic rock #rock music

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valentines-in-london · 6 years ago

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I Need Fire (Part 4)

Previous Chapter Next Chapter Summary: Rayne comforts an upset Jo before her best friend urges her to go out for the night and have fun. What ensues is a hectic night that ends in Tommy comforting our resident red head, and a little more than that ;)

Authors Note: Hey all! Sorry for the delay I kept going back and tweaking little things in this chapter until I felt it was good enough to post. Another chapter that kind of just kept pouring out of me, so it’s another long one! I haven’t written smut in a very long time so I hope I don’t disappoint! I’m also shit at writing chapter summaries, don’t hate me!! Please let me know what you think, this is definitely out of my comfort zone<3

Warnings: The smut is here! Also unwanted advances on Rayne, not very detailed but it is in here.

Musical Inspiration: Van Halen-Everybody Wants Some Quiet Riot-Danger Zone Bruce Springsteen-For You (specifically the live version from Hammersmith Odeon) Motley Crue-Merry Go Round

Taglist: @triplehaitches @freddiessmallnipples send me an ask if you want to be added!

Word Count: 8,974 (I know, what the hell lol!)

Chapter 4

One Month Later

It had been a whirlwind since Motley got signed, the record company wanted to get them in the studio as soon as they possibly could something about “catching lightning in a bottle.” As a result of that the band had been in the studio non stop for the past month, occasionally Rayne would stop by to see Tommy but she never wanted to bother him while he was working. His dream was coming true and he shouldn’t have any distractions. Even though Tommy told Rayne countless times that she wasn’t a distraction at all, she was an inspiration (which of course made Rayne roll her eyes).

With all the chaos Rayne felt as if she hadn't had a moment to breathe and she had been craving a home cooked dinner for weeks. When she was got home from work that Thursday Rayne started making one of her favorite meals, spaghetti and meatballs. Rayne was straining spaghetti in the sink when Jo came through the door. “Perfect timing, I made your favorite.”

“Oh my god you’re the perfect human being.” Jo groaned before plopping herself down on the couch letting out a loud sigh.

“Ut oh, what’s wrong?” Rayne asked pouring the spaghetti in a big bowl followed by some homemade sauce mixing it through.

“Ugh, it’s so stupid I don’t even want to talk about it.” Jo closed her eyes brushing her blonde hair back off her face. Rayne put the bowl on the table that already had salad and garlic bread ready to be eaten.

“Well too late, you brought it up.” Rayne said simply pointing a kitchen utensil at her best friend. “Spill, or I’ll do what my grandma always threatened to do to me and smack you with a wooden spoon.”

“I failed my test today that’s twenty five percent of my final grade. And… ugh,” Jo paused getting up walking over to the kitchen table. Rayne scooped up a nice portion of spaghetti and served it to Jo. “Vince had another girl at the studio when I went over there before I came home.”

Rayne paused for a moment, before reaching for the salad bowl to give Jo a little bit in her side bowl. “And I’m just so mad at myself because we weren’t serious and never ever exclusive. I just didn’t think I’d be this upset about it.”

Rayne put a hand on Jo’s shoulder to comfort her. “Well I’ll start with the easiest thing to tackle first, you eat.” Rayne pointed to the full plate in front of Jo, who followed her friends orders. “You’ve done great on all your other tests so far this semester. So even if you did bomb this one there’s no way it’s going to keep you from graduating okay?” Jo swallowed a mouthful of spaghetti and nodded slowly. “And secondly that blows about Vince. I know you guys were casual but I also know you really liked him. Do you think you’ll be able to keep seeing him knowing it’s not just you?”

Rayne’s heart broke as she watched a tear slowly trickle down Jo’s cheek, the tear leaving a stain of black mascara in its wake. Jo’s voice was so fragile as she replied, “I don’t want to lose him. God I’m so fuckin stupid.”

Rayne was on her knees wrapping Jo up in a big hug as soon as the words left Jo’s mouth. “Shh, it’s okay baby girl. It’s okay.” The two stayed like that for a while. Rayne had no problem letting Jo cry as long as she needed to, god knows Jo had given Rayne a shoulder to cry on many times. Eventually Jo lifted her head off of Rayne’s shoulder. “You really are my best friend.”

“I know sweetie, I know.” Rayne smiled softly wiping the stray tears from her friends cheeks. “You do what feels right for you okay? But only stay with him if you can truly deal with not being the only girl, and for the love of god make sure you’re using condoms so you don’t catch anything!”

Jo nodded, taking a deep breath. “I’m so sorry about my meltdown, your amazing food is gonna be cold.”

Casually waving her hand in the air Rayne smiled, “That’s what we have a microwave for.”

Rayne felt for her friend she really did. It was rare that Jo got this twisted up and upset over something, especially a guy. Most of the time it was as is Jo was walking on air, free of all worries. It was something Rayne admired most about her friend. She’d be lying if the sight of a broken down Jo in front of her didn’t shake her to the core a little bit though. Rayne and Tommy hadn’t put a label on what was going on with them either. She knew Tommy wasn’t seeing other women and vice versa but the fact that Rayne could be in the same place Jo was now was more than a big unsettling.

After dinner was finished the two began to clean up the mess, there really wasn’t much except plates and serving bowls to clean considering Rayne was a stickler for cleaning while she cooked. That was one thing her Italian grandma passed down to her, that and a shit ton of great recipes. “Dinner was really good Ray, thank you.”

“Nothing like a bit of comfort food when you’re feeling down.” Rayne smiled putting the dishes back in the cabinet.

“That’s the Italian in you.” Jo pointed at her friend before laying down on the couch bringing her knees up to her chest.

“Don’t I know it?” Rayne rolled her eyes before sighing. “Jo what can I do to make you feel better? I hate seeing you like this.”

“I’m in a funk, I think I’m just going to head to bed.” Jo ran her fingers through her hair once more.

“Are you sure? I was gonna head to the Starwood later. Quiet Riot is playing.” Rayne offered. “Or I could happily stay in and we can drink violet gin and tonics until we pass out. Your call.”

“No you go have fun, I won’t be a good wing man tonight feeling like this.” Jo declined. “I think I just need sleep.”

“Alright, well… promise me at least that you’ll do one thing for yourself tonight. Take a bath, do your nails, dye those roots…” Rayne trailed off seeing is Jo would notice the friendly insult.

“You bitch!” Jo laughed out loud throwing a box of tissues at Rayne before she looked into the mirror by the front door. “They do need touching up don’t they? I’ll make an appointment this week.”

“I’m just saying, do something for yourself. Promise?”

“I promise.” Jo assured as she hugged Rayne. “Go have a blast.”

A few hours later Rayne was getting ready to walk out the front door. She knew she wouldn’t see Tommy tonight, he was laying down drum tracks for a song called “Merry Go Round” and she was pretty sure the album was almost done. She simply wore an old Van Halen t-shirt, a leather jacket and ripped jeans. Her red hair was teased as ever, tonight she chose to take a curling iron to some areas making them even more defined.

Quiet Riot was not a band Rayne was particularly head over heels for but they always put on a killer show and they’re guitar player Randy was the best guitar player in LA in Rayne’s opinion, even better than Eddie Van Halen. The Starwood was a little bit further away from the apartment, but it was still only a fifteen minute walk. That was one of Rayne’s favorite things about living in LA: walking the strip. Once nine o’clock hit every night the streets were just littered with kids. Some not even able to get into the clubs yet but it was all about the atmosphere, the scene was magnetic and everyone wanted to be around it in their own way. You could always hear heavy metal music the entire time you walked, either people blasting it in their cars with the windows down or pouring out onto the street from the clubs.

Depending on the day of the week you would walk on either concrete or hundreds of flyers people handed out trying to get their band noticed. Rayne couldn’t fault them for it, any way to get the word out about their bands they had to take. Rayne and Jo had taken many flyers being passed out by bands in their time living in LA, sometimes the bands end up being great other times they’re total duds. Musical Russian roulette: just another thing that came with the territory of the strip. That and they always put the prettiest guy in the band out on the street because they knew the girls would be more likely to take the flyer.

Rayne got a few cat calls from cars as she walked down the street by herself. Too bad Tommy’s not here, they wouldn’t say that shit then. Last week some guy bought Tommy a drink after the show he complimented Rayne's, uh, assets and Tommy ended up breaking a glass over his head. The two had been spending time together but not every waking moment. It didn’t upset Rayne in any way because she knew this was Tommy’s dream, she didn’t fault him for having to be locked in a studio to get everything perfect. It was going to be their introduction to the world after all and the record company had thrown a lot of money at the band. They had new wardrobe, new stage props, a recording budget, they even had a drug budget. Rayne was pretty sure Tommy was hiding his using from her all together since the night she saw Motley play live for the first time. That was the last thing she wanted, if Tommy hid that from her he would undoubtedly hide other things from her, which would leave Rayne heartsick like Jo. They would definitely have to talk about that eventually, and also the big question: What the fuck were they? Friends? Friends with benefits? Boyfriend and Girlfriend?

Rayne was so caught up in her thoughts she almost walked right past The Starwood, once again a line was wrapped around the building. She knew she should’ve waited in it but how could she when Brandon was working the door? “Hey beautiful.” Brandon smiled at Rayne. Brandon was your average bouncer, picture every one you’ve ever seen in your mind and that was him. “Where’s your boy at?”

“Hi Honey.” Rayne smiled at him giving him a hug. “And he’s not my boy, I’m all alone tonight Jo didn’t feel good.”

“That’s not what I heard.” Brandon had a cocky smile on his face. Now Rayne was intrigued.

“What have you heard, about what?” Rayne questioned.

“Ray, he’s your boy.” Brandon repeated. “Now are you coming in or not?”

“Yeah I am.” Rayne sighed walking past him patting him on the shoulder.

The Starwood was a smaller venue, she didn’t really know why Quiet Riot was playing here, they usually played the Whiskey or the Roxy. Rayne pulled her cigarettes from her purse and lit one up checking the stage to see if she knew who the opening band was. No one looked familiar so she continued her way to the stairs to the upstairs balcony, it wasn’t huge but there was a less crowded bar up there.

“Is that Miss Sykes I see?” Rayne heard a happy southern accent from behind the bar. Gloria was another LA transplant, but she was more obvious then Rayne. Gloria was from Louisiana and was sweet as could be, it was actually off putting for Rayne at first.

“It’s me.” Rayne smiled lifting herself up on the bar to give Gloria a kiss on the cheek. “How have you been?”

“Oh you know, same ‘ol same ‘ol sugar. What can I get you? Oh actually, hang on, we just got a new whisky from Scotland behind the bar I want you to try it.” Gloria said. See, things like that were not something one experienced often in LA.

“Sounds good, you know how I feel about whisky’s from Scotland.” Rayne took a seat on the barstool.

“If it’s not from Scotland it’s not worth drinking.” Gloria and Rayne said at the same time, sharing a laugh. “So what’s this I’m hearing about you and that Tommy boy?”

“Jesus Christ, what was there a conference call that everyone had to spread this around like wild fire? Nothing, we’re just friends.” Rayne held her hands out at her sides, not believing what she was hearing. The two were nothing official and so many of Rayne’s friends spoke about it like they were together, what the fuck was going on?

“Mmmhmm,” Gloria slid the glass of whisky across the bar. Rayne held the glass up to her nose and took a deep breath. “Oh my god that smells delicious.” Rayne took a sip letting the amber liquid slowly trickle down her throat, breathing out slowly to really taste the flavor. “And it tastes even better. What is that?”

“Royal Lochnagar.” Gloria responded.

“I might have you order me a bottle or two of that.” Rayne smiled taking another sip.

“Just say the word and it’s yours darlin’.” Gloria smiled as Rayne threw down a couple bills down at the bar.

“I’m gonna pop down and before the band comes on. I’ll stop back up before I leave.” Rayne popped up from her stool whisky in hand.

“Have fun sugar.”

Rayne descended down the steps as the opening band finished their set and music began to fill the room from the PA, the primal drums and chants of “Everybody Wants Some” by Van Halen got a rise out of everyone in the crowd. Before Rayne got down to the bottom step she saw an open spot right in front of the soundboard. That was a peak viewing spot, and always the place to go for the best sound. Rayne held her glass up above her head as to not spill it on anyone. As she made her way over there she was pushed backward and felt her drink spill down her back despite her efforts. She looked up and saw a guy with long dirty blond hair that she didn’t recognize. “Oh my god babe I’m so sorry I wasn't looking where I was going.”

First he spilled her drink then he called her babe, yep two strikes against this asshole already. “Don’t call me babe.” Rayne rolled her eyes making her way over to the spot she was trying to get to.

“Hey, come on! I’m really sorry, let me buy you another one.” He insisted once more, putting his hand on her stomach.

“Dude it’s fine, just piss off.” Rayne turned towards the stage now that she’d gotten in front of the soundboard, brushing his hand off of her stomach and shaking the alcohol from her hair.

“So your personality matches your hair color, I like that.” Wow, this guy just wouldn’t take no for an answer would he? Rayne just chose to ignore him. “Oh so it’s gonna be like that huh?” This asshole stepped into Rayne’s personal space as he finished his sentence.

“Dude, can you back the fuck off?” Rayne shot him her harshest look. She was beginning to think, for whatever reason, that him spilling her drink was not an accident. Without saying a word the guy turned and walked away, That’s weird. What made him finally get the message?

When the houselights went down Rayne clapped and the band quickly kicked into Danger Zone, Randy wailing on his guitar and Frankie keeping the beat. Usually she would’ve been more into it but that blond asshole put her on edge. After the band played Slick Cadillac the guitar and drum solo kicked in. As cliché as it sounded Rayne chose that time to go to the bathroom as she felt like her bladder was about to explode. She made her way through the crowd fairly easy, everyone was mesmerized by the talented virtuoso playing on stage. The hallway to the bathroom was surprisingly not crowded, only one couple was making out back there. Rayne pushed the door open and was surprised to see no one else was in there either, she chose a stall and quickly did what she had to do.

Rayne walked out to the sink and began washing her hands when the bathroom door flew open, and her stomach dropped. It was the blonde asshole from before. “There she is!”

Now she was starting to get worried, there was no one else in here, just her and this guy. “What do you want?”

“Oh now she’ll speak to me.” Asshole said patronizingly stalking Rayne. “Things could have been so much easier before if you would’ve spoken.”

Rayne, on high alert began circling around him, hoping that would allow her to make a break for the door. “I did speak to you, I told you to back off. But someone must be hard of hearing.”

“Oh no I heard you loud and clear princess.” He reached out and roughly grabbed Rayne’s arm and twisting causing her to let out a cry of pain. He started clawing at her shirt with his other hand, Rayne fighting him every step of the way. She was trying everything she could to knee him in the balls, scratch his eyes out, anything to get the upper hand. “You think he’s gonna want you when he sees what I’ve done to you? Not a chance Princess, I’m gonna ruin you.”

“I’m not your princess.” Rayne said through gritted teeth pushing all of her weight down causing him to break his grip on her arm, while he was caught off guard Rayne also with every bit of strength she had in her kicked him right in the balls causing him to fall to his knees.

“Hey!” she suddenly heard another voice in the bathroom, it was Brandon. "Back the fuck up.”

Rayne watched as Brandon got down on the ground, grabbing the blonde by the collar getting a few punches in before throwing him out to another security guard at the door. Brandon rushed over to Rayne who had collapsed onto the floor, the adrenaline coursing through her body causing her to do nothing but shake. “Rayne, you okay?”

Rayne nodded her head, “He-he didn’t do anything. Just grabbed my arm, but I got away.” Her chest was rising and falling like it had never before in her life, it almost felt as if she couldn’t breathe. Brandon wrapped Rayne up in his arms, “Shh it’s okay. I know you did. It’s all gonna be fine. Come on, can you stand? I’ll take you to the office upstairs.”

Taking a deep breath Rayne pushed herself up, using Brandon as support to stand on her two feet. She wasn’t hurt but she was fucking rattled that’s for sure. “Come on lets get you upstairs.”

The two exited the bathroom turning to walk to the office. Rayne had tunnel vision somewhat, everything was kind of a blur, she heard the faint sound of the band continuing to play, mixed with Brandon’s words of encouragement from beside her. Before the two turned to walk up the steps Rayne’s eyes locked on someone that made her stomach turn. The blonde woman from the night at the Whiskey what called her fat, the one that said she would pay for whatever offense she thought Rayne committed against her. She had a smug smile on her face as she and Brandon approached her. “Oh no, what happened to your shirt? Looks like someone had a good time with you…”

For a moment Rayne actually thought she might throw up right there on the floor but with all the might she could muster forced herself not to. At the top of the stairs she and Brandon approached a closed door, which once it was open revealed a red room with black furniture and carpet. “Here Red, sit down.”

“What the fuck. Rayne are you alright?” asked the owner of the Starwood, Ken.

“Some asshole was about to assault her in the bathroom.” Brandon answered.

“No some bitch wanted to hurt me and that guy was the vehicle to make it happen. Or try to make it happen at least.” Rayne found her voice.

“What? Who?” Ken asked kneeling down in front of Rayne.

“It’s a long story.” Rayne brushed it aside not even looking at the two men before addressing Brandon, “How did you even know to look for me?”

“We gotta call Tommy.” Brandon said looking up at his boss causing Rayne’s head to snap up.

“No you absolutely do not have to call Tommy. I’m a big girl and I’m okay. I’m allowed to be shaken up okay! Stop fussing over me. Now answer my question, how did you even know to look for me?” Rayne snapped a little bit, but who could blame her? Emotions were running high and what could Tommy do now about the situation? That’s right nothing!

“You’re one of our girls Rayne, and we protect our own.” Ken softly said, placing a hand on her shoulder. That was the moment Rayne started to cry.

“At least let me call you a cab, once you feel better. I don’t want you walking home if that creep is still out there, or you can go to the police and press charges, we can pull the security footage.” Ken offered and Rayne shook her head. “I’ll just go home, as long as you’re paying for my fare.”

Ken and Brandon chuckled, “Yes I’ll pay the fare.”

Thirty minutes later Rayne exited the cab and made her way up to the steps of her apartment. What a fucking night: console Jo who was feeling insecure about her emotions, choose to go out and see a show, have maybe the best whisky she ever tasted, get assaulted by some fucking asshole that spilled said whisky on her, and come face to face with Satan herself who most likely orchestrated the entire thing. She was absolutely calling out sick to her work tomorrow, it was just too much, Rayne didn’t even know if she’d be able to sleep. Pulling out her keys Rayne unlocked the door to her apartment, it was absolutely silent, Jo must have fell asleep hours ago. Rayne took her shoes off and quietly made her way to her bedroom. She turned a light on and went straight for her record player. There was only one person that could be a soothing balm on her awful night: Bruce Springsteen. Bruce always reminded her of home, and on days or nights like this Rayne turned to his voice and his lyrics. She made sure the volume was turned down low and put the needle to the vinyl sighing when the piano began.

Rayne took off all her jewelry, necklace, bracelet, earrings and just as she was about to lay down on her bed she heard a knock at the door. No one should be coming here especially this time of night, it was after 1AM and sadly Rayne’s first thought was could that guy have followed me home? Rayne made her way back out to the front door, she looked through the peephole and was absolutely shocked to see Tommy standing outside. Unlocking the two locks she opened it up whispering to him, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

Tommy didn’t even respond, he just walked in wrapping Rayne up in his arms and held on to her tightly. Rayne quietly shut the front door once again. “Tommy? What are you doing here? And how do you know where I live?”

Keeping his arms tightly around Rayne, Tommy kissed the top of Rayne’s head. “Kenny called me and told me what happened… and then gave me the address he gave to the cab driver.”

“Motherfucker.” Rayne would have screamed if Jo wasn’t sleeping down the hall. “I told them not to call you!”

“Why wouldn’t you want them to call me?” Tommy asked before Rayne shook her head.

“Let’s talk in my room.” She locked the front doors once more and led Tommy to her bedroom down the hallway to the right. The two walked in and Rayne once again closed the door behind her. “Jo had a shit day, I don’t want to wake her up.”

“Why didn’t you want them to call me?” Tommy asked his question again as he sat down on Rayne’s bed on top of her mint green sheets.

“Because it’s not a big deal. And what is the deal with all the sudden all eyes being on me since you and I have been spending time together?”

“Not a big deal? Rayne some guy almost… he almost…" Tommy couldn't bring himself to say it, "and what’s wrong with people keeping an eye on you?”

“That’s not the problem Tommy. The problem is that after I got into the office with Ken tonight one of the first things they said was ‘we have to call Tommy.’ What the fuck is that about?” Rayne really wished she could be yelling this at him right now. “I’m an adult Tommy, I don’t need to feel like I’m being spied on whenever you’re not around. What, you don’t trust me?”

"Of course I trust you. I don't trust other people. I know enough people in this city what's wrong with making sure you're looked after?"

"Tommy I'm 23 and I just met you a month and a half ago. I've gotten this far in life on my own with no one protecting me. I once told you I'm not your mother and would never tell you what to do. I expect the same from you, do you want to be someone I'm seeing or my father? I'll wait." Rayne ranted.

"Of course I don't want to be your father." Tommy looked down at the floor. "But I can still want you to be taken care of when you go out. If it were up to me you'd never have to worry about anything when you went out at night or for the rest of your life for that matter."

“It's not in me to rely on other people Tommy. If this is going to work you have to understand that. And we’re a long way away from never worrying about anything for the rest of my life.” Rayne grabbed his hand kneeling in front of him, “And I’m okay, see? Not a scratch.”

Tommy held her hand but turned it so that her palm was facing up towards him, when he did that Rayne could see the bruise that was beginning to form on her arm. “No just bruised.”

“Hey, look at me,” Rayne instructed and Tommy looked up at her before repeating. She knew she had to tell Tommy about who she thought was behind it all. “I’m fine okay?”

Tommy nodded his head silently. It was a strange conversation to have, if anyone should be concerned about what the other was doing when they weren't around Rayne thought it would be her worried about what Tommy got up to without her.

"But there is something I should tell you that you haven't heard about." Rayne look a deep breath.

"What?"

"Well do you remember at the Whiskey I told you after you left that first night some girl called me fat. And it was someone you had previously been with?" Rayne started softly, she didn't want this to be a big bomb shell. Tommy nodded and Rayne continued, "Well I didn't tell you that she told me I was going to pay for whatever it is she thought I did to her that night." Rayne could see Tommy's fist clinching, instinctively she put a hand over it to try and calm him. "Well when I was in the bathroom with that creep he said something to me about ruining me and how you wouldn't want me after he was through. Then when I left with Brandon that blonde woman was there with a smile on her face. When I walked passed her she said 'it looks like someone had fun with you' before she turned and walked away. I think she was behind everything.”

"I'm gonna fucking kill her." Tommy seethed, quickly shooting to his feet.

"No you're not." Rayne warned grabbing hold of his arm and bringing him back down to the bed. "You're not going to do anything of the sort. Don't put fuel on the fire. Hopefully she’s content with her actions and thinks she got the desired result. Maybe we shouldn’t go out as much for a while."

“Fuck that dude! There’s no way we’re doing that. You’re my girl. And if anyone has an issue with it, they can fuck off.” Tommy spoke passionately while Rayne sighed, nodding her head in agreement. He was right, that was a drastic move to not be seen out with each other, and why should they suffer because someone didn’t like that they couldn’t have Tommy?

“It's late. Do you want to stay the night?” Rayne questioned softly, still holding his hand. She could see him perk up which caused her to laugh, “To sleep Tommy, just sleep.”

Rayne at that moment noticed what we was wearing, the tight jeans and hot pink halter top did not look comfortable. She tried to contain her laughter but failed. He looked silly. “I have some clothes that’ll probably fit you.”

“Aren’t I supposed to be letting you borrow my clothes?” Tommy questioned as Rayne opened one of her drawers shuffling items around until she found what she was looking for.

“Probably but until you live somewhere that is not infested with roaches I won’t be sleeping over at your apartment. Sorry.” Rayne smiled throwing him an oversized Led Zeppelin shirt and a pair of sweatpants. “You know you better be happy that I have long legs, those should fit you for the most part.”

Tommy looked down at the clothes Rayne threw him with a smile on his face, but soon an awkward silence descended upon them in the room. In the month that they’d been seeing each other off and on they somehow hadn’t done anything intimate yet. Tommy was in and out of the studio, playing tons of shows, Rayne was at the office every weekday and occasionally visiting Tommy in the studio or going out. Sure there was some heavy petting that happened but Tommy would always stop them (being a hopeless romantic and all) saying that he didn’t want it to happen in a studio bathroom, or the hallway of a club. To say both of them probably had a case of blue balls at this point was an overstatement. It actually made Rayne a bit nervous, she didn’t want him thinking she was a prude that wouldn’t put out.

“I’ll go change in the bathroom.” Rayne fiddled with her pajamas. Tommy quickly stood up, “You don’t have to. I mean we’re both adults.”

Tommy started by taking his shirt off. He was a string bean, that was the only way to put it, he was so thin there was an in dented line from his chest leading down to his belly button to the little patch of hair that disappeared into his jeans. It was almost intimidating how thin he was; he had zero muscle on his body. Tommy’s eyes softened looking over at Rayne. Rayne hooked her thumbs on the bottom of her Van Halen t-shirt which was even more ripped than it was when she left and lifted it over her head. Rayne watched as Tommy turned sheepish, “I-uh-I’m not wearing underwear.”

“I mean we’re both adults Tommy.” Rayne threw his words back at him. "Or you could always wear a pair of mine." Rayne said cheekily. Tommy gave Rayne a small smile as he unbuttoned his jeans, lowering the zipper. Rayne swallowed as she effortlessly slid the jeans down his legs, she tried to mask her surprise when she saw him naked. Tommy was big, like really big, like Rayne only had toys that size and had never seen one out in the wild big. Taking her eyes off his dick Rayne snapped her gaze up to his eyes. “Well I think we can safely say the codpiece could have been bigger.”

To say Tommy had a shit eating grin on his face was the understatement of the year. He put his hands on his hips, “If you’re done staring, it’s your turn gorgeous.”

“I wish I could say I was half as confident as you.” Rayne said nervously.

“Well I am letting you keep your bra on. This time.” Tommy winked at Rayne across the room. He was trying to ease her nerves, it wasn’t really working. Standing across from her was the body of a God, a skinny God, but Godlike none the less. Rayne took a deep breath, hoping it would fill her with courage as she unbuttoned her jeans, sliding the zipper down and eventually slipping them off of her legs. Luckily Rayne was wearing underwear but to her she might as well have stood stark naked in front of him. “You’re perfect baby.”

Rayne smiled at the compliment before throwing her shirt over her head and pulling a pair of shorts up her legs. Tommy followed suit, but she had an aching suspicion he would’ve stayed naked if he could have. Tommy sat back down on Rayne’s bed, pulling the covers down. “I do have to wash my face before I go to bed. I’ll be right back. Um-if you need to use the bathroom at any point it’s down this hall on the left.”

Rayne quickly went to the bathroom turning on the water to warm up. She opened the cabinet grabbing her toothbrush and toothpaste. Once her teeth were fresh and clean she reached for the mouthwash to swish around her mouth. Then came the face wash to wipe away the nights makeup. Skincare was the one thing Rayne treated herself to, she wanted to keep her skin looking as good as possible for as long as she could. Once her face was washed, toned, and her serums were put on Rayne placed all her skincare products back in the cabinet. The last thing for Rayne do was to take her birth control pill. Rayne took a deep breath before walking back to her bedroom where Tommy was waiting for her in bed.

“There’s my beautiful girl.” Tommy turned his head on the pillow.

“God you have a silver tongue sometimes.” Rayne laughed before she walked over to the bed sliding in next to Tommy. Rayne sighed, it felt good to finally lay down, and she curled into Tommy.

“Rayne?”

“Hm?”

“What are you listening to?” Tommy asked like she was listening to music created on the moon, which only made her laugh.

“Tommy it’s Bruce fucking Springsteen!” She proudly said.

“Wha?”

“Are you serious right now? Bruce Springsteen, as in Bruce Springsteen & The E-Street Band.”

“I know who he is babe, but why are you listening to him?” Tommy asked still utterly confused.

“Because he reminds me of home, this is what you sign up for when you’re hanging out with a Jersey girl. His music soothes my soul.” Rayne knew he was far from metal, but the man's music always soothed any feelings of home sickness. His words expressed emotion beautifully and his passion on stage was undeniable.

“You’re from Jersey?” Tommy questioned.

“Didn't you notice the accent? Jo tells me she hears it all the time.” Rayne looked over at Tommy from her pillow.

“You smell a lot better than I would expect someone from Jersey to smell like, that's all.” She could actually hear the smile in Tommy's voice as he said that.

“Oh fuck you.” Rayne laughed. “I’ll throw you out of this bed right now. Is that what you want?”

“That’s the last thing I want. I love how you smell by the way.” Tommy complimented. She always smelled sweet with a hint of smoke, it was intoxicating.

"Do you now?" Rayne teased him.

"Mmhmm whatever you wash with or wear as perfume is incredible."

Rayne reached over to Tommy gently caressing his face with her index finger, drifting over his cheekbones, his chin, his forehead. Having him this close Rayne wanted to commit each bit of him to memory. Rayne soon closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of him as she started to fall asleep. "Just listen to the lyrics and how passionately he sings them. Then maybe, just maybe you'll understand my love for The Boss."

Crawl into my ambulance, your pulse is getting weak Oh reveal yourself all now to me, girl, while you've got the strength to speak 'Cause they're waiting for you at Bellevue with their oxygen masks But I could give it all to you now, if only you could ask

Rayne felt Tommy’s hand playing with her hair, massaging her scalp gently, moving back down to her back before repeating his motions. In the silence and darkness of her bedroom the lyrics caressed them like a gentle breeze.

Oh, and don't call for your surgeon, even he says it's too late It's not your lungs this time, it's your heart that holds your fate Don't give me my money, honey, I don't want it back You and your pony face and your Union Jack Well, take your local joker and teach him how to act I swear I was never that way, even when I really cracked Didn't you think I knew that you were born with the power of a locomotive Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound? And your Chelsea suicide with no apparent motive You could laugh and cry in a single sound

“Rayne?” Tommy whispered in the dark. He was taken aback by how descript the lyrics were and on some level he could relate to them, but he could also see how they spoke to Rayne. Music was obviously very important to her, and it was to him as well but on a different level. In the month that he'd spent time with Rayne she had used music to describe how she was feeling multiple times, sometimes even quoting lyrics to Tommy. Music allowed him to see past any walls she put up, she allowed herself to be vulnerable when she expressed herself this way. Tommy had no problems expressing how he was feeling, all that came from growing up in such a tight knit family. For him music was an escape and release. He had so much energy all the time music allowed a place for him to channel that. It also allowed him a mask, Tommy was a product of high school marching band and always felt like a bit of a dork on the inside, sometimes even quiet and shy. But no one would ever guess that by the music he played and the look he presented while playing it.

It's not the way you're stretched out on the floor 'Cause I've broken all your windows and I've rammed through all your doors And who am I to ask you to lick my sores? And you should know that's true I came for you, for you, I came for you

“Yeah Tommy?” Rayne asked in a sleep laden voice a single tear falling down her cheek, this particular song very much striking a chord with her tonight.

“I think I get it.” Which caused Rayne to smile as she fell into a peaceful sleep with her favorite drummers arms wrapped around her.

The next morning Rayne woke up to banging on her bedroom door, her eyes shot open at the sound of her best friends voice, “Ray, you okay? You’re usually at work by now.”

Rayne sat up still groggy and noticed that Tommy was still sleeping next to her, but beginning to stir. “Ugh god who is-“ He started to complain before Rayne slapped her hand over his mouth to shut him up.

“I’m okay Jo, I called out today I’m not feeling good at all.” Rayne shouted back. "Are you feeling any better today?"

“I'm feeling better I took a bubble bath after you left then fell asleep. Do you need me to grab you anything before I come back home tonight?” Jo offered.

“No thanks Jo, you’re sweet. I’m just gonna rest. I'm glad you're feeling better.” Rayne replied looking down at Tommy who had begun kissing Rayne's fingers as she covered his mouth. “Have a good day.”

“Feel better chick.” Jo said. Rayne kept Tommy’s mouth covered while she still heard shuffling around the apartment, only removing it once she finally heard the front door close. Rayne fell back onto the bed, her red hair spread out all over her pillow.

“That was close.” Rayne sighed before looking over at Tommy and smiling. “Good morning.”

“Good morning.” Tommy smiled sleepily tightening his grip around Rayne. “Are you ashamed of me? Hiding me from your best friend.”

“No, but be happy the door was locked, because she would’ve come in here, seen you and she never would have left. The questioning would have been endless, you would've felt like your mother just caught you in bed with me.” Rayne replied honestly. “Sorry she woke you up though.”

“It’s okay.” Tommy replied leaning in to kiss Rayne softly on the lips. Rayne sighed in response, burying her hands in his hair. Tommy pulled away nuzzling Rayne’s nose with his. “You know, since you’re playing hooky today I could think of one thing we could do.”

“Oh yeah? What is that?” Rayne smiled over at him. Tommy didn’t respond, well verbally at least. He leaned back in and kissed Rayne again, placing his hand at the small of her back to arch her against him. She could feel Tommy was already hard. Rayne couldn’t help the moans that fell from her mouth as she and Tommy grinded against each other. Tommy smiled against her lips before he rolled the two of them over so Rayne was underneath him. Rayne sat up when she felt Tommy’s fingers hook at the bottom of her shirt to allow him to lift it off of her. Tommy put all his weight on his left arm to support him so he could admire Rayne’s body beneath him. Rayne watched him closely trying to get a read on any emotion crossing his face other than desire, she couldn’t identify any.

“Sit up baby.” Tommy spoke in a husky voice and Rayne was all too happy to comply. She grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him in for another heated kiss. Rayne slipped her tongue into Tommy’s mouth when she felt his hands around the back of her bra. Tommy quickly popped the clasps open, obviously experienced at the task. The two continued to kiss Tommy slid the black bra straps down her arms. Rayne pulled away moving to slip Tommy’s shirt up and over his head. Tommy kept his eyes locked with Rayne as he pulled her bra away from her breasts. Rayne could feel her chest rising and falling from sheer excitement and Tommy finally looked down, his breath hitching as he took in her naked upper half. Her tits were fantastic, he thought instantly they were big but still perky with pink nipples that were begging for his attention.

Rayne laid back on her pillows and Tommy followed suit peppering kisses all over her chest. “Oh fuck.” Rayne gave a strained cry as Tommy wrapped his lips around one of her nipples and began to gently suck on it, soon after switching to tenderly flattening his tongue against her nipple, giving it long languid strokes to give it some relief from his mouth.

She couldn’t help how she squirmed underneath him, it had been so long since anyone touched her like this. She was wanton and eager and Rayne didn’t give a shit, his mouth and hands were heaven and she wasn’t about to give that up for anything. Rayne reached down to try and slide the sweatpants Tommy was wearing off but he quickly stopped her. “Ut uh, you gotta have patience Cherry.”

“Haven’t I been patient enough?” Rayne questioned breathily smiling at his nickname for her. “It’s been a month!” Tommy leaned in to kiss Rayne in hopes to keep her from protesting, which it did. He began to kiss all the way down her body, between her luscious breasts, down her stomach until he placed a wet kiss on top of the waistband of Rayne’s pajama pants. Tommy took a moment to look up to Rayne, her right hand was thrown behind her head and her head turned to the side, lips panting against her tricep. To say seeing her like that gave him a sense of pride was an understatement, he felt powerful that he could make such a woman lose herself. After he discarded her pajama pants Tommy hooked one of Rayne’s legs over his shoulder. He brought his hands up to her panties and began to caress her over the silky fabric which caused Rayne to almost shoot off the bed. “Oh my god Tommy!”

“That’s a good girl. So wet for me.” Tommy smiled continuing to tease her through her panties. “Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck I want you…” Rayne cried as his fingers grazed over her clit before moving her panties down her legs discarding them to the side.

“My what?” Tommy teasingly drug his fingers anywhere except the one place that would give her the most relief.

“Your mouth.” Rayne whimpered begging to be touched. Tommy didn’t make her wait long until his tongue was pressed flat against her pussy moving in long languid strokes. Rayne spread her legs as wide as they could go, bringing her hand to her mouth to bite on her finger, “Oh my fucking god.”

“You taste so fucking good baby.” Tommy grinned before exposing Rayne’s clit sucking on it just like he had her nipples earlier. The sounds of her pleasure making him hard as a rock. He continued to lick and suck on her until she buried her fingers in his hair urging him on.

“Tommy don’t stop, please! I’m gonna-“

“That’s it baby. Let go.” Tommy said before his mouth went back to working her clit which sent her over the edge.

“Oh my god Tommy! Fuck!” Rayne screamed as she felt her orgasm wash over her in waves, it was like a time bomb went off inside of her, her legs were trembling and she was completely out of breath. Tommy gave one last long lick against Rayne to get any little bit of her cum that he could, which only made Rayne shake again before making his way up her body. Tommy placed his hands on either side of Rayne’s head leaning down kissing her passionately. Rayne could taste herself on Tommy’s tongue, which only made her feel even more drunk on him.

“Fuck someone is sensitive.” Tommy grinned down at the red head beauty who was finally able to catch her breath.

“Oh my god Tommy, that was amazing.” Rayne spoke with her eyes closed, a smile plastered on her face. She didn't think she'd ever stop smiling after that.

“It was amazing. You make the sexiest noises when you're about to cum.” Tommy ran his fingers through Rayne’s silky soft red hair. Tommy rolled onto Rayne’s side, the position making Rayne utterly aware of Tommy’s hard on. She lazily turned her head to face Tommy, still smiling, “My turn.”

“No baby, you don’t have to. I just wanted to help you forget about last night and make you feel good.” Tommy replied genuinely.

“Well mission accomplished.” Rayne grinned before rolling over so she was on top of Tommy repeating, Tommy's hands immediately went to her breasts caressing them in his hands making Rayne moan before snapping out of her own pleasure. Tommy was certain he could see two devil horns springing out of her head.

Rayne repeated Tommy’s movements, kissing him all down his lean torso. Now it was her turn to make him squirm. Rayne effortlessly slid the sweatpants down Tommy’s leg, smiling as his erection happily stood up at attention. She threw the sweatpants in the discarded pile of clothes on her bedroom floor. Tommy had propped himself up on his elbows to be able to watch Rayne. Rayne locked eyes with Tommy and softly dragged her nails up and down Tommy’s thighs. She couldn’t help feeling good as she watched him throw his head back. The head of Tommy’s cock was already slick, glistening with precum, Rayne couldn’t help herself she leaned her head down and gave one long lick around the head of his cock. “Fuck baby.”

Rayne happily placed her tongue at the base of his dick, slowly working it all the way back up to the tip. She did so again, this time her tongue starting at his balls and working her way up to his tip. She was trying to drive him crazy, and it appeared she was doing a good job. Tommy’s hands were clenching the sheets below in attempt to, she assumed, not push her mouth down onto his dick. “Mmm, yummy.”

“Fuck Rayne I- argh” Tommy’s statement was quickly hushed as Rayne took as much of Tommy’s length as she could into her mouth. As she had seen last night Tommy was extremely large, larger than anyone Rayne had been with before. She brought her mouth down as far as it could comfortably go and she slowly dragged back up. Rayne reached his head and pulled off with an audible pop. Rayne dove back to the task on hand, this time when she reached her comfort level, she relaxed her throat and slowly inched her head down until she had Tommy all the way inside her mouth. “That’s right baby take all of it. Take mmph-“ Tommy was once again cut off as Rayne began moaning appreciatively, the vibrations of her throat driving Tommy mad with lust. When she pulled back she began to bob her head up and down at a slightly faster pace, occasionally slowing down to deep throat him. While she did that her hands gently massaged Tommy’s balls. “Fuck Rayne. I’m gonna cum.”

If her mouth wasn’t full she would have smiled, instead she kept working her head up and down sucking and licking as she went. She appreciated the warning, but she didn’t have any issue with swallowing for Tommy, his cum wasn’t going anywhere but down her throat. “Oh fuck.” Tommy said one final time before he fiercely came in Rayne’s mouth. She could feel his hot cum going down her throat as she swallowed any last bit he had to offer. Soon Tommy was finished and Rayne pulled away from Tommy’s dick. Tommy was flat on his back, his hands covering his eyes, Rayne laid next to him satisfied with herself she kissed his neck. “That was the best blow job I’ve ever gotten in my life.”

“Oh please, you would say that even if I was shit at it.” Rayne laughed at him, licking her lips still able to taste him.

“I’m not kidding. I… I can’t even think straight. My heart feels like it’s about to explode.” Tommy said turning his head to look at Rayne. Tommy brought his thumb up to Rayne’s lips rubbing it along her bottom lip, moaning when Rayne took his thumb into her mouth and began sucking on it. “I want you.” Rayne whispered against his finger.

“I want you too, but not here.” Tommy said softly.

“What? What’s wrong with here?” Rayne questioned starting to get scared.

“I want it to be perfect for you baby. Do you trust me?” Tommy asked nuzzling his nose against Rayne’s.

“I trust you. But you know I’m not a virgin Tommy, I don’t need a bed of roses. That ship has long sailed.” Rayne made sure he was aware.

“That doesn’t mean it can’t be something to remember forever.”

“Oh you’re such a dork.” Rayne smiled shaking her head. “Do you want to hop into the shower with me? Then afterwards we can make breakfast.”

“Mmmhmm, but hands off.” Tommy pointed at Rayne. “I know it’ll be hard for you but I’m gonna have to insist.”

“Yeah right.” Rayne chuckled pushing herself off the bed walking towards the door. She turned to Tommy when she didn’t hear him behind her. “You coming or not?”

“I just did.” Tommy grinned continuing before Rayne took back her offer.

“I’ve dreamt about your ass since the first night I watched you leave through the window of the apartment. This is the first time I’m really seeing, I’m just taking it all in.” Tommy appreciated the view from the bed. Rayne playfully shook her ass back and forth for him, surprising Tommy when she gave it a loud smack. “Well how’s the reality?”

“Better than the dream.” Tommy spoke sincerely before he pushed himself up off of Rayne’s bed and walked hand in hand with her to the bathroom. He silently prayed that he had the strength to not make love to her until all his plans fell into place which he figured would be very soon. One thing was certain though, what he said to Nikki the first night he saw Rayne was true. He was, without a doubt, in love with her.

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Well there it is! Please give me any feedback you have! Like I said I haven’t written smut in ever!! So if it was bad or good let me know! Love you guys!!

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