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The band was easy for Holland – most people were easy forher. Well adjusted, maybe not, but she was certainly socially apt. There wassomething about the way that Keaton chose his friends and the people hesurrounded himself that seemed to line up with her thinking just the same. So,when he made it known that the boys were all at the beach house, the redheadwas slightly disappointed. Almost kisses in a bedroom might be all she’d getfrom the long haired musician. Oof. Butall of it was merely physical any way. There was no magnetism, no need for morethan his skilled, calloused hands on her body. She was invincible to his charm.That’s where Gemma had failed, it seemed.

If you became emotionally attached to a musician, it fuckedyou over. That was something that any girl had to have learned from movies –old and new alike. Maybe Gemma was too uneducated in that area to have theintelligence to keep from being that dense. Or maybe Holland just hated herenough to think that was the case.

“ Selena! ” Holland cooed excitedly. Her face brightened andshe immediately turned to root through the records once again, pulling outvarious other choices. She’d never admit that part of her looked away becauseKeaton was so comfortable with Gemma – she’d never admit that she’d doneanything because of that girl. There would always be a vast amount ofcompetition between the two of them. Some things just wouldn’t – couldn’t –change.

“ I mean, anything is the right vibe if you make it thatway, ” the girl mumbled, though she easily slipped the few more mellow recordsin her hands back into the shelves. There was something about music thattouched her more when it meant something. As an artist, she understood the needfor both upbeat and more somber tunes, but had an affinity for the latter.Melancholy made her art better, melancholy felt laced to her core even if,externally, the show she put on was much more punchy and bright. “ Mellow… ”she drifted off, fingers dancing over spines of the records. Mellow was theusual for her and Keaton, but – to NO one’s surprise - Gemma was up and next toher within seconds, sloughing off the idea of ~mellow.

“ Oh, don’t let me get in your way, princess, ” Hollandrolled her eyes, stepping back slightly until she was spoken too. “ Ourdefinitions of good are very different, I trust you to find what you want, ”Holland spoke matter of factly, grabbing the handle and shot glass she’d setdown before easily finding her way across the room and into the armchair besidethe couch Keaton was now sitting on alone. One shot was poured, tossed back –then another.

Gemma found whatever she was looking for and Hollandattempted not to care that her attempt to look for music was hijacked by thegirl. The brunette was always seeming to be a step behind, but somehow ahead ofher. The artist would never understand. Closing her eyes and leaning her headback against the chair, Holland sighed. Keaton really should’ve warned her thatGemma would be there.

It was obvious to Keaton that Gemma was killing Holland’s mood. Just the way she walked to the chair wasn’t the usual cheery Holland he knew. “Holls,” He watched her down two shots. He grinned at her to try to get her back into a good mood. “It’s not nice to not share.” A brow raised and he reached out his arm, holding out an empty shot glass to her. He took a shot with her, in that short moment forgetting that Gemma was rummaging through his records trying to find something to liven up the party.

The song started playing and Keaton was pulled off the couch, again leaving Holland behind. The thought about having the band come spend the night here too crossed his mind. It might have been a better idea but he honestly did want to spend time with Gemma and Holland alone. This was just proving to be more difficult than he thought. If the band was there then at least there would be some entertainment for the redhead.

The song was coming to an end and Gemma moved back to the liquor cabinet, grabbing a different bottle of alcohol and drinking straight from the bottle. The musician took this opportunity to snatch Holland up from the chair, along with her bottle of liquor. “No one is allowed to be mopey tonight.” He smirked at her, taking a swig from the bottle and getting her to dance with him. 

Gemma surprisingly didn’t object or try to push Holland away. Instead she just joined them, the drinks clearly working on loosening her up now. Boy did she need a few drinks when they were filming the music video. The dark haired girl danced behind Keaton closely. He pulled the redhead closer to him, sandwiching himself between the two females.

Another gulp from the bottle before passing it to Holland, Gemma then pouring a shot of her bottle into his mouth, grinning as she did so. “This is what I’m talking about.” He said, moving to the music. “Two of my favorite girls, us having a good time. If I’m dreaming don’t pinch me.” He said jokingly, glancing over his shoulder. 

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“You know I don’t reveal those kinds of things, so I don’tknow why you’re always trying so hard to get me to do so,” Holland mused, asmirk dancing on her lips. There was too much about him that drew her in, evenif she was never going to admit it. The way she wandered closer and hovered herlips, playfully bantering with him, it was all indicative of something. Hollandhad convinced herself that Keaton was just a hell of a lot fun and she wasn’tabout to let her relationship change with him because they had sex. But shealso wasn’t going to keep herself from indulging in the kisses she so badlywanted.

“You’re fucking kidding,” she laughed, rolling her eyes andshaking her head at the sound of Gemma’s voice sounding in the background. Wasn’tshe off trying to get herself sloshed so she could deal with her own personalityor something? Holland noted her negative thoughts and shook her head, she couldchannel them into something much more enjoyable later. Sex, art, maybe both.Gemma was an easy person to pull hateful inspiration from, but the lighterhaired enemy would never admit that out loud. After all, why should she?

“Also, you totally wanted to kiss me,” she shook her headand watched him as he left the room to go tend to the other girl. Keaton seemedto always be a sucker for her antics. Wandering slowly out of the room, lettingKeaton go ahead, she took in the aesthetic of the house. It was something shedid every time she visited. A firm belief that a home was decorated to make youfeel, much like art, it was important for her. She wanted to make sure she feltthe correct vibe of the place.

Once Holland entered the main room, Keaton and Gemma wereboth taking pulls from a handle and the redhead denied the offer from the darkhaired girl. It was when they moved to get a little more comfortable that theartist was catching on to what was happening. If Gemma could be any morechildish, Holland would be shocked.

“Thank you,” she spoke lightly, removing her shoes beforewalking on her tip toes (a bad bare foot habit from when she was a kid) to theliquor cabinet. “The band is coming over soon, too, yeah?” she asked as sherooted through and found a handle of Fireball, grabbing it eagerly.

Handle in one hand and three shot glasses in the other, shewalked over to the pair, handing Gemma one and then Keaton. Once she filled herown with her whisky she raised the shot glass into the air, looking directlyinto Keaton’s eyes. “To friendships that never fail,” she grinned, clinking herglass against theirs and tossing it back before heading over to Keaton’s recordplayer. There was a little bit of noise as she set her handle and glass down,fingers fumbling through vinyl covers.

“Please tell me you’re joking,” she chuckled, turning aroundand holding up an album of ‘Celine Dion’s Greatest Hits’. “Because if you havethis so readily available, we have to play it.”

Keaton shook his head, even though Holland’s back was to him as she searched for her preferred choice of liquor. “They’re staying at the beach house we’re filming at the next two days. They’re gonna make sure everything is set up.” He took another drink from the bottle of vodka that Gemma had before taking the shot glass that the redhead brought back from the cabinet. Maybe it would have been better to have the band there too, help relieve any tension that may come between the two girls but he didn’t think that far ahead. He spends about 95% of his time with the band, he wanted some alone time with this two favorite girls. 

Gemma rolled her eyes at Holland’s toast, seeing the other two having a clear connection that she long lost with Keaton. She down the shot and quickly poured herself another, letting the liquor burn her throat and wash away whatever she was feeling. It was a mixture of sadness, anger, loneliness. She rested her head on the musician’s chest, breathing in deeply and taking in his scent. In the back of her mind she knew this was probably the last time they would ever be Gemma and Keaton. She knew this was coming, she noticed how he was with the other girl over the summer but she ignored it. She couldn’t ignore it now. She only looked up when he started laughing, his chest moving up and down as he did. He seemed so happy and it wasn’t because of her. 

The long haired musician saw the record album Holland was holding. “Why would I ever joke about Celine Dion.” The record was a steal at a thrift shop he visited months ago. “I don’t discriminate when it comes to music and Celine Dion is one of the greats. Along with Whitney and Selena to name a few.” He leaned forward, momentarily untangling himself from Gemma as he set his empty shot glass on the small table in from of them. When he leaned back he easily moved to the same position he was in, arm draped over Gemma’s shoulders.

“I had the pleasure of meeting her after seeing her show in Vegas. She’s the sweetest.” Keaton added, kicking his feet up onto the table. He glanced at Gemma then back to Holland. Gemma was surprisingly silent as she took drinks every now and then. "I don’t know if she’s the right vibe for tonight though.” His record collection was massive, and he had almost two of everything. One to keep here, and one to keep in New York. The entire wall of this living room was a built in bookcase full of records. The very top shelves showcased awards the band won or accomplishments they achieved. The center shelf held the record player that was connection to play throughout the home in the build in ceiling speakers. 

He liked to keep things simple, only really using Holland’s art as decoration pieces. A few special personal photos were displayed here and there but he mostly kept photo albums his mother or siblings gave him in his closest in hidden drawer. “Maybe find something more mellow.” 

“No,” Gemma sat up, pushing herself off of the couch and over to the wall of records. “We need some party music. Mellow music is if you want to go to sleep.” Her delicate fingers flipped through record after record. The girl mumbling to herself every so often saying variations of ‘no’. She managed to get through two shelves before sighing in defeat. “Do you see anything good over on your side?” She turned to Holland, trying to be civil. 

“You might have better luck finding party music on that shelf.” Keaton pointed to the shelf below the record player. He was constantly reorganizing the collection, always changing his mind to have it filed by music genre, or artist, or year the album was released. One time he tried to have it form most to least favorite but that was too hard for him to do. 

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Gemma wasn’t as much of a thorn in Holland’s side as she wasa ridiculously entertaining addition to her trip. This girl was so needy to beKeaton’s favorite that sometimes Holland wondered if she knew he slept withother people. She had to, right? Shaking her head, Holland could’ve tried pickingapart the darker haired girl’s thoughts, but it was useless. They were sodifferent from one another and often struggled to like each other at all, letalone get along. Too many failed attempts at their friendship had been enoughto tell Holland that staying civil was her duty. For Keaton’s sake, at least. Otherwise,every word that Gemma said would be ignored. It just worked better for themthat way.

“You want my art?” Holland looked over at her, shrugging ashoulder. Most of her pieces were too messy for what she assumed the inside ofGemma’s apartment looked like – cold and desolate like her insides. Okay, notthat terrible, but still. “I’m happy to have you look through some photos andchoose a couple. It’s not like I make money off of them anyway,” the lighthaired girl shrugged a shoulder. Wildly proud of all of her art, she was almostoffended by her own words.

Once Keaton opened the front door, Holland slipped insideand immediately felt at home. She’d been here so many times, it felt like therewas just a few pieces of her in the place. Part of her loved how huge it wasand the other wondered if Keaton would ever be able to appreciate a smallerabode. This many rooms were only meant for famous people. Or those with aninsane amount of cash. Either way, Holland was never going to be one of themand that didn’t bother her at all. Her thoughts slipped to whether or not Gemmafelt like this was a world she’d fit into and instantly pushed them away. Whywas she suddenly caring what her biggest frenemy thought?

“I’m sure I could easily throw something together while I’mhere,” Holland mused, playing with a lock of her light hair as they venturedback to the rooms. The girl really didn’t care where the painting was, but shewanted a minute or two with Keaton. There were times when she felt like theyconnected on higher levels than other people she knew and she wanted to makesure that was still the case. Gemma was already diving into the alcohol – it wasgoing to be quite a night.

“Oh, Ricky, always getting the best of me,” she hummed,slipping into the room to look up at the painting above the bed. It was one ofher larger ones and she sighed. Seeing it again made her remember why she’dsent it. This was one she’d made while listening to a song of the band’s onrepeat.

“You know, if you hate it,” she started, turning to look athim and taking a couple steps into his personal bubble. “You could just tellme,” Holland whispered, eyes locked on his, hands on his chest with a playfulglint sparking in her eyes. Usually not very flirtatious and just straightforward, there was something about finally having Keaton in her grasp againthat was igniting this in her. Reaching up, she tucked a piece of his hairbehind his ear with a smirk. “If you want to kiss me, you could just tell methat, too,”

“You know I still want to hear what the inspiration behind all these pieces you’ve sent me.” Keaton said while he looked at the artwork, not noticing that she was moving closer to him at first. When he noticed her movement out of the corner of his eye, he couldn’t help but direct his gaze to her. “Hate it?” He said, a small smirk starting to play on his lips. There was obviously some playfulness in her tone and body language which he happily reciprocated. His tongue ran over his bottom lip before his lips pressed together. 

In this moment he temporarily forgot that Gemma was elsewhere in the house currently working on getting intoxicated. It was just him and Holland just being their typical selves. They always were able to be more carefree around each other, much more so than when with anyone else in their group from high school. Although that was something they realized more after graduation since they never really hung out just the two of them back then. “If I want to kiss you?” He repeated her words as a question, teasing that it was her that clearly wanted to kiss him. He leaned closer to her, his lips dangerously close to hers, “Is this what you want?” He whispered, not moving any closer. They had spent some time today kissing for the camera but it seemed she wanted more.

“Guys!” Gemma called out for them. the dark haired woman was growing impatient for them to return. She didn’t like them being alone, after the day they had and seeing how they were...it was different when they were all together over the summer. Their closeness wasn’t thrown in her face like it was today when they were acting like a couple. Of course when it was Gemma’s turn to play the girlfriend and Holland to play the jealous one, she did everything she could to make Keaton focus on her. While he did focus on her, she could tell it was just for the camera. 

Something changed and she wondered if it all started during Keaton and Holland’s road trip. She knew they slept together well before then, it was like what she had with him, anytime they were in the same town they’d hook up but she didn’t have what Holland has now. She hadn’t had that in years, if she ever had it at all. “Don’t make me drink all by myself!” 

Keaton finally pulled away from Holland at the sound of Gemma’s voice. We should join her.” He said, leaving the bedroom and heading back through the hallways. It was probably a good thing that Gemma interrupted them. If they had kissed if would only be a few short moments before they moved to the bed and started stripping each other’s clothing. 

Back in the main hang out room, Gemma sat on the couch a bottle of vodka in her hand. “About time,” Her voice dripping in sarcasm before taking a swig straight from the bottle. 

Keaton plopped down beside her, leaving room for Holland to sit on the other side if she wanted. “You know I have shot glasses.” He quirked a brow, taking the bottle from her and then taking a drink from the bottle as she did moments before. 

“I know.” Gemma leaned closer snatching the bottle back. “Want some?” She asked the other girl but it was clear in her tone that she didn’t care if Holland wanted some or not. She took another drink and settled into Keaton, moving his arm to be draped over her shoulders.

The musician shifted until he was in a more comfortable position. “You’re favorite is in the cabinet I think. I don’t think anyone’s touched the bottle since the last time you were here.” He told Holland.

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“I’m pretty sure that IMDB should have already made me a page,” she joked, looking over at Gemma and then to Keaton. “I was in a Tac Bell commercial when I was eleven,” Holland laughed softly, walking with her friends easily. It was obvious that Gemma was less of a fan of all of this than the lighter haired girl was. The resting bitch face was one thing, but the inability to hide her dislike for Holland was the dead giveaway. “Well, I shined,” Gemma’s voice was clearly laced with a tone of annoyance. It was most definitely not unnoticed by Holland, but she decided to shrug it off. 

“Should we just order some food to your place and then start drinking?” Holland asked, more as a suggestion than a question. There was just nothing that she could do if she didn’t want friend food. Gemma usually got what she wanted. “As long as we can get some energy drinks to mix the booze with, I’ll be the happiest camper,” she spoke, hands raising into the air like she’s raising the roof. 

“I’d be down for ordering Chinese or pizza… I think you can get something fried from one of those places, right Gemma?” she asked, not really caring. If it were up to Holland, she’d literally eat an entire pizza to herself every day. As they drove to Keaton’s place, the light haired girl watched out of the window, taking in LA and Beverly Hills like she always did. Something about having Gemma around quieted her own voice and it didn’t always bother her. There was no jealousy involved when you were just having sex with a friend. No need for her to care that Keaton was fucking Gemma at the same time. The girl wasn’t nearly as good in bed anyway. At least that’s what the nonjealous Holland always told herself. 

When they arrived to his place, Holland smiled widely, spinning in a circle under the California sky. It wasn’t something she had gotten to do earlier in the day, so she’d make a point to bask in the sun when it rose again in the morning. “Keats,” she spoke, grasping for his hand. “Come show me where you hung the last painting I sent you.” her voice was soft, sweet as she looked over at him beneath sunglasses. There was something about her friends supporting her art that made her feel proud of herself. 

“Ordering in, drinking, being with my two favorite girls.” Keaton wiggled a brow, “Sounds like my kind of night.” While they were driven to his place he searched on his phone for any decent Chinese places that delivered otherwise they’d end up with just pizza. He ended up ordering both, getting everything he knew each of them liked just as they pulled up to his home. “Food will be here in about 30, I think I have enough liquor to last the night.” He climbed out of the car and was slipping his phone into his back pocket when Holland grabbed his other hand and insisted that he show her where her artwork hung. 

Gemma stood on the other side of him, glancing over at the other female then at him, then back at her. The times she had been to his place, she noticed the art on the walls but for some reason never realized it was from Holland. Instead of making a snarky remark she decided to be nice, well nicer. “Holland, how come I never get any art?” She asked, laughing a little but it was obvious the laugh was forced. “I’d love to have one of your pieces in my apartment.”

Keaton looked at the dark haired woman, brows furrowed as he was trying to figure out what was happening, if Gemma was sincere or if she was playing some sort of game. Their summer spent with the rest of their friends, he couldn’t recall one moment where she showed any interest in Hollands art. “Right...” He turned his head to Holland, giving her a smile. “I think I had it hung one of the guest bedrooms.” 

The place had enough rooms for each of his band member and then some. Sometimes if they all got too into their music making process then they’d just stay at his place. They did most of the writing there anyway and when you lose track of time and it becomes 3am, it just seemed logical to have a room for everyone. He even let each of them design their own space. “We’ll find it.” He chuckled, walking up to the front door and opening it for them. He turned on the light in the entry way and locked to door behind him. 

“I think the studio needs some art work. Besides our gold and platinum certificates for a couple of songs, snd photos, the room could use one solid art piece.” During this little conversation, Gemma had excused herself to the liquor cabinet to see what Keaton had to offer. She didn’t have anything to add to the conversation and if she was going to last the night she definitely needed some liquid encouragement. Today had drained her, she needed to let loose a little.

“I’m gonna get started without you guys.” She poured herself a shot of vodka, downing it quickly, and then moving to the kitchen to see if he had any decent mixers or chasers. 

“All right,” Keaton said simply, “The painting might be in Ricky’s room, it had a very Ricky vibe to it, if I remember it correctly.” He lead Holland through the house until they reached the bedroom of his bandmates room. “Ah, yeah. See it fits perfectly in here.”

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Holland understood the point of the video, but she stillfelt as though Gemma would suit being the only jealous ex-girlfriend. In allhonesty, she was absolutely perfect for the part. Whether Holland’s opinion wasbiased or not wasn’t something she chose to think about. As a mostly relaxedand free spirited human, she tried not to overthink things. The second she didwas the second she’d flee to a new city to experience something more. That’show she’d found herself in Paris reunited with Keaton all of those years ago.That’s how she found herself in a clinic in downtown Berlin to figure out ifshe was pregnant, too. Not that she ever talked about that. Too many places tovisit to worry about much at all.

“I’ll stay past the shoot if you’re lucky,” she winks athim, shaking her head. Thankfully Gemma wouldn’t be staying too long, thoughshe mentally noted the girl probably got there a few days ago. Keaton neverliked to make it that obvious that he slept with both of them – sure, he talkedabout it if it came up, but he also probably knew he didn’t need to sayanything. Besides, the lighter haired woman knew she was better in bed. “We canmake more than one sex tape… If you can keep up,” Holland chuckled, her headthrown back just slightly.

When they got to the set, she slipped her sunglasses overher eyes, thankful to be in a state with sun, with warmth. But that feelingfelt half as good when Gemma’s face came into view.  Arm straight around Keaton’s waist and Hollandjust slipped her hands into the pockets of her jean jacket. “Calm down, ladies,he’s not that cool,” Holland joked to the passersby who were clearly whisperingabout Keaton and how sexy or talented or just all around amazing he was. Itwasn’t unknown to her, she just found it so odd to have a best friend who wasthis well known to the world. “Duty calls, Gem, love ya!” Holland cooed as shewas pulled away.

When it came time to them acting through the scene, Hollandfelt slightly out of her comfort zone. Of course, until the reminder came fromJerid that the two should look like a couple. “Easy,” she winked at him,slipping a hand up his chest and batting her eyelashes. “I’ll just channel myinner Gemma,” Holland joked, easily acting their way through the scene in thediner – though, having to cut a few times to laugh. There was always somethingfor her and Keaton to lose it about. Doubled over in laughter after squeezingKeaton’s ass mid shot, Holland cleared her throat, Gemma’s daggered eyesslipping into hers. The downside to having friends acting in your music video?This.

Once the day was shot and filming was done, Holland andGemma switched back into their own clothes and met Keaton at his trailer. Thelighter haired woman shook her curls around and hummed to him. “I’m a star now,don’t you know?” she winked, arm linked through his. “I’m starving, though. Noone told you this life would be so exhausting,”

Keaton quirked a brow as Holland mentioned channeling her inner Gemma. There wasn’t any time to respond to the comment before the cameras were rolling but if there was he would have poked fun at her actually trying to be more like Gemma when she clearly had a distaste for the other woman. After a couple of times where they had to cut, Jerid told the camera operators to keep rolling. He saw how they all acted around each other and how genuine the feelings where, even if none of them were actually aware of it. The touches, the glares, the laughter, it was all playing perfectly into what they wanted in the final product.

The concept of both females playing the jealous ex-girlfriend was quickly being thrown out the window as Jerid watched the three of them and the band around them. Even Keaton’s bandmates could see what was going on but they were better at dealing with it since they’d all known each other since high school. The day rolled on but they got everything they needed. The rest of the band headed out, they were going to spend the night at the mansion they rented for the video. The extras left but were told where to be the next day. Keaton stayed behind with Jerid for a bit while the girls left to change. He wanted to see what they had filmed. Sometimes when you film a music video the song is played on a constant loop, they weren’t doing that this time. 

There was a jukebox at the diner that actually worked, so they kept changing up the songs. The next couple of days wouldn’t be much different, they’d be playing more upbeat music most of the time to keep energy up. After all, the sound is going to be taken out and replaced with the actual song in editing. The musician grew even more excited about this little project when he saw a bit of what they did today. He said goodbye to Jerid and disappeared into his trailer to grab a few of his things. As he was leaving he saw Gemma and Holland coming to meet him. Clearly one of them was more happy about the day than the other.

Keaton laughed, “We better make you an IMDB page.” He teased as they linked arms. Gemma immediately taking hold of him from the other side. He turned to look at at the darker haired, less amused, girl. “I knew I picked the right people to be in this video. You guys shined.” He looked at both of them before looking forward to where they were walking. The same driver as before was waiting for them. “We’ll grab food on the way back to my place. What are you craving?”

“Anything fried. And can we get some booze too. I need a drink.” Gemma replied, the last part was said more under her breath than anything. “Holland is right, today was exhausting but I still wanna have some fun tonight.” She raised a brow, clearly insinuating that tonight Keaton was going to be hers and not Holland’s. 

Keaton couldn’t help but smirk, “We’ll get everyone’s favorite drinks. Maybe even play a few drinking games like we did over the summer.” He was never one to say no to a good time, and alcohol has proven to help make sure everyone gets along. Even Gemma became a more likable person when intoxicated whereas most people assume she’d become more vicious. They reached the car and the driver opened the door for them. Gemma got in first, then he did, then Holland. “Holls, what are you hungry for? Anything fried doesn’t exactly narrow it down.” The driver got into his seat and started the car. He headed back toward the city and into Beverly Hills where Keaton’s LA home was located. 

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Holland wasn’t against nudity. In fact, of all of their friends, she was probably the one who suggest activities involving no clothes most frequently - skinny dipping, body painting, showering together. She was a huge fan of her own body and the world could know. At the mention of them having sex, the girl just smirked, waggling her brows at him. “The sex is a definite bonus,” she spoke easily with a small chuckle. How much fun could she possibly have with him in this manner? Far too much fun. Especially when he mentioned a nude video. “I promise you that we will make a sex tape someday and I will hold it over your head for years to come. Until you marry me,” she winked, completely joking. 

When Keaton said that Gemma was also there, her face visibly fell. There was something about that girl that just didn’t mesh well with Holland’s life. She was uppity and a little too aggressive about things that just didn’t matter. At all. In the redhead’s opinion, her darker haired friend was just not that interesting. For some reason, Keaton didn’t seem to agree. They had been sleeping together since high school and Holland thought it was old. How was he not over her by now? An eyeroll instantly hit her eyes and she shook her head, clearly annoyed. “Not trying to be a petty bitch or anything, but she sucks,” Holland spoke, making eye contact with the driver who seemed to find it humorous. 

“I resent that you think the issues are jealousy related,” she narrowed her eyes and tilted her head at him, taking the headphones when he handed them over. Stuck in traffic, she wasn’t about to fight with him. Besides, when else would she ever be in a music video? She wasn’t even that cute. With the song playing, she had to admit it was really good. In fact, she made him play it a second time before removing the headphones. It was a phenomenal song, but she didn’t really see how she could fit into it. When he started explaining the idea for the video, he was so into it. His hands were moving, he was telling her so many details he had already figured out and Holland smiled widely. She loved it.

“You’re a genius,” she said it as though it was a known fact, that everyone who listened to his music knew that. A shoulder shrug paired with a smile as she shook her head, Holland tapped his nose. “I’m in. But I will say that you should have Gemma play the jealous ex and me play the new girl because it’s her jealousy issues, not mine,” she grinned, only poking fun. 

Keaton chuckled at her comment about Gemma. “Just feed my ego and let me think it’s jealousy.” He said as she took the headphones. After listening to the song a couple of times and explaining it to her, he was glad she seemed more agreeable to the whole music video idea. “You’re not wrong.” He laughed. Gemma had always been jealous, it was actually pretty unhealthy and back in high school they fought about it more than they cared to admit. Yet they always came back to each other. They aren’t as involved with each other anymore, but it was easy to fall into old habits, at least the good ones.

“She will be playing the jealous ex.” He said simply, “But so will you. Like I said we’re going to edit everything together so you guys switch places. And in the end I am with an entirely different girl. This guy...well me I guess, I’m a total player.” He smiled proudly even though it wasn’t the idea of being a player that he was proud of. It was the music video as a whole that he was excited for, they worked hard on this song and so many ideas were thrown around for the video until they all agreed on this one. 

He looked out the window and noticed that they were almost there. “We’re filming at a diner that we rented out just for today. The next two days we’ll be filming at a beachside mansion, which we’ll all be staying at overnight.” Keaton looked over at her, hoping he wasn’t overwhelming her by sharing the schedule. “The fourth day we’ll be at Santa Monica Pier. And then we’re done. Gemma goes home but you’ll stay.” He smirked and wiggled his brows. “If we’re going to make that sex tape, what better time than now.” He teased as the car rolled to a stop. 

Keaton thanked the driver before stepping out. The diner was crawling with extras, his bandmates and Gemma were under a tent off to the side and all of the equipment was already set up. “Bout time you got here.” Gemma walked over to them, a devilish smile on her lips. “Hey Holland.” She tried to sound as nice as possible, but wrapped her arm around his waist. You could hear the extras nearby whispering, most of them in awe that he finally arrived. “Jerid was just explaining what we’re doing today.” 

Jerid, the director, walked over and immediately pulled Keaton and Holland away. “You two need to get into your outfits and then hair and make up. We’re already running way behind schedule. Let’s go!” He shoved him toward a nearby trailer but pulled Holland toward a different one. He started explaining what she was expected to do. Look like she was having fun, look like she was in love with Keaton. The two were going to walk into the diner, everyone else was going to be waiting for them at a big table. Gemma was going to look upset. So forth, and so on.

About 45 minutes later the two rejoined everyone on set. Jerid had already positioned everyone and gave direction on what to do. “Ready?” Keaton asked Holland as they stood outside, waiting for the words to start acting. The last reminder coming from Jerid behind the camera telling them to act like a couple.

Video Muse || 02.19.18

[ktdhami]

starlingxartist:

There was an ease with Keaton and Holland. Neither of themheld expectations that were looming over them, they didn’t seem to really haveany idea whatsoever about the idea that they could be more than friends, andthey could fall back into each other rather easily. Tapping her index finger toher pale pink lips, Holland briefly contemplated his words. “Your being is astranger to me! These hands,” she spoke easily, her palms facing downward andbrushing over the top of his. “This face,” the light haired girl moved herpalms to his cheeks, tapping his nose lightly. “Stranger,” her eyebrows wiggledas she settled back into her seat, slipping her seatbelt across her body. Nomatter what he said, he was still a bit of a stranger each time she saw him. “Ithink you’re the lucky one,” Holland joked with a straight face, winkingbeneath her sunglasses. “That’s what I told him, too,”

Traveling was something that came easy to Holland Starlingat this point in her life. By plane, car, even train – she was destined to gowherever she found most exciting. If a friend was there, then even better. Assoon as Keaton started to drag his words a little, the girl raised a brow. Sheknew something was up. There was always a catch when he wasn’t speaking in hisusual cadence. Of course, his words took her off guard almost instantly. Withno acting experience, she was pretty sure he was having an aneurysm. “You wantme to be my freaky self in front of cameras?” she asked, a wide, blatant smileon her face. “Fuck yeah,” Holland nodded, shimmying her shoulders a little.

A music video wasn’t something she had ever been in before.Once, when they were younger, her and her friends took a stupid video and putmusic together. But did that even count? Amateur videos and terriblealternative music wasn’t exactly the recipe for a background in music videomaking. Looking out the window, Holland contemplated the situation a little bitmore. Why hadn’t he told her she’d be in it before? It wasn’t like they’d everneeded a reason to hide things before. Besides, he had to know she’d love doingthis. Narrowing her eyes, she looked over at him once more, a smirk instantlytugging at her lips.

“What’s the catch?” she asked, her fingers messing with theends of her hair as she did so. “You don’t usually keep the reason behindwanting to see me a secret,” Holland explained. She knew that there had to besomething else involved. “Unless it’s like a nude video or some shit…”

Keaton was relieved when she agreed to do the video and more relieved when she didn’t ask any questions. He was looking out his own window before he felt her watching him. Turning his head to look at her, he raised a brow, it was like looking at a cat who ate the canary. “Do I ever give a reason for wanting to see you, besides you being a good friend.” There was a short pause. “The sex is just a bonus.” He added with a laugh, smirking back at her. He ran his fingers through his hair and shook his head. “It’s not a nude video, at least there is no nudity planned, there are some scenes that suggest it. We’ve got plenty of time to film a nude video if you’re into that sort of thing.” He teased her, avoiding actually answering her question but she was going to find out soon enough.

A long sigh escaped his lips, “The catch is, you’re not the only one staring in the video. Gemma is too. You two are the stars.” He held up his hand as if to silence her before she could protest. “Look, we’re all friends but I know you two have, to put it bluntly, jealousy issues. It’s more so Gemma but I know she isn’t your favorite either.” He started getting out his phone and headphones so she could listen to the song that they were filming a video for. If she heard the song and then explained his vision, she would get it. The artist in her would understand.

They were stuck in LA traffic, typical, it’d probably be at least another thirty minutes before they got to their destination. “Listen to this before you complain or argue with me.” He raised his brows and handed her the headphones. Once she put them in her ears he pressed play. Immediately the sounds of a synthesizer accompanied with a piano filled her ears. He watched her reactions to the song and waited until it was finished before pressing pause on his phone. Keaton wrapped the chord of his headphones around his phone before putting it back in his jacket pocket. “What do you think?”

Before she could really answer he went on to explain the concept of the video. “We were going to originally make a video that kind of told this story of a guy loses this girl from each other the member’s perspective. But that idea was scrapped because there’s just too much going on with all of us doing that. We decided we’d have it be told from the point of the view of a woman who has just found out their exe is in a new relationship. These two women don’t get along, there’s a hatred from the exe even though she wants him to be happy.” The musician paused to make sure his friend was following along. 

“There is going to be a part where you guys are fighting each other, diving into the imagination of the jealous exe. And also some parts where there’s intimacy with the man. And we’re going to be filming everything twice. You both are playing the exe and the new lover. We’re going to slice the video together so you two are interchangeable. I think of these as a type of therapy session for you guys.” He smiled easily and let out a quiet laugh. Talking about his music and any sort of projects that came with it always came easy to him, and this video was something he was looking forward to. Music videos were sometimes more fun than making the actual music. There was something about putting visuals to his lyrics, their lyrics, that added a whole new element. He wanted their songs to sound perfect but also look perfect. Their videos had to tell the song’s story properly. 

Video Muse || 02.19.18

[ktdhami]

starlingxartist:

Painting was Holland’s life. It was the reason she woke up in the morning (albeit very late), the reason she breathed, the reason life mattered to her. Knowing this about her, you’d also know that she understood her best friend’s need to focus on his music. It was definitely something she understood intimately – the need to continuously create and never pick your head up. Six months had passed since they’d traveled in a car across some states together and she missed him. Holland was an overly honest human who often told her friends exactly how she felt. The amount of time they spent bonding and then going to just… nothing? It was kind of hard on her.

So, when Keaton told Holland that he wanted her to come visit – or rather, kind of just sent her the confirmation for her ticket, she was of course going to go. LA was not her favorite place to visit. It was so warm and people always seemed to think that she was someone she wasn’t. Being a hipster in Nashville was far different than being one in Los Angeles. Seeing Keaton would be worth it, she supposed. On the flight, she sat comfortably in between an older man and this teenager who seemed to think that flying to Los Angeles was one of the cooler things he’d ever done in life. Holland was glad that wasn’t her life.

Headphones in her ears, smile on her face, and sunglasses over her eyes, the light haired girl made her way to baggage claim, eager to see Keaton. She figured he wouldn’t come in – if she was him, she wouldn’t, so she wasn’t surprised when there was a sign with her name and some sort of stupid picture that had Keaton’s name written all over it. An eye roll and she put her hand up –“Let’s hit it, pop,”. And with that, they walked out to the car.

Immediately upon seeing it (she was pretty good at spotting what he’d be riding in at this point) and ran to it, almost screaming it. She missed the hell out of this man. Flinging the door up, she jumped in and wrapped her arms around Keaton, happily squeeing. “Keaton Dhami, you big perfect gorgeous stranger,” the redhead was so beyond happy to be in his presence that she even surprised herself. “I’ve never been here before,” she lied, looking around fake shocked. “It’s so… warm!” she joked, running her fingers through her hair before bouncing in her seat. “My flight was amazing, a 13 year old was trying to tell me that I was so lucky to be coming to LA,” she chuckled as the driver started the car. “Let’s do this bitch,”

Keaton gladly returned the hug, letting out a little humph when she practically crashed into him with excitement. He knew the months between the road trip and now, he  had been distant but he never wants to be called a stranger. “Never a stranger Holls, big, perfect, and a gorgeous, sure, but never a stranger.” He paused for a brief moment, smiling, “And that 13 year old was right.” He laughed. “You’re the luckiest girl coming to L.A. because you get to stay with me.” He straightened up in his seat, puffing out his chest a bit and a big smile on his face.

The car started moving and the airport was soon behind them. LAX was possibly one of Keaton’s least favorite place to be. The only good thing about it was the promise of leaving their and ending up in a new city in hours. “I’m glad you have that can do attitude. Because...” He dragged out the last word before sighing. “I need you to be in the music video.” He said, the words spilling out of his mouth in a fast manner. He invited her to visit the set, but he never told her they were hoping she’d be in front of the camera and not behind it. He also left out the part that Gemma was also going to be in the video and that the two would be rivals of sorts in the video.

He didn’t feel like it would be such a stretch for them to act. They were friends sure, but he knew there was some negativity in their relationship too. He thought this could be therapeutic for them too, and what guy doesn’t want to see two female enemies go at it. Gemma arrived the day before, and he already explained the project to her. She was annoyed as soon as she was told Holland would be there too, taking it out on him but more willing to participate when she had more details. 

Keaton didn’t exactly know how to tell Holland because unlike Gemma, she loved everything. She was a happy-go-lucky type of person. He wasn’t sure she would be able to or be willing to tap into her dark side. They were going straight to the location the band scouted out for the music video. It’s day one of filming, in four day long project. “We’re kind of counting on you, so what do you say?” 

Video Muse || 02.19.18

[ktdhami]

Video Muse || 02.19.18

It had been about six months since their little road trip and ever since then their friendship had changed, but neither really noticed it. They didn’t notice that the time between texts or calls was shorter, or how not every single thing led to something sexual - granted almost every single thing did. It was a subtle change but a change nonetheless. In these months returning to LA, Keaton and his band were hard at work creating new music that was in high demand of their fans. Even when they did a two week tour out in Europe they didn’t stop working on new songs. They wrote on their bus, recording demos when they could. Sleep was foreign to them, if they were lucky maybe they’d get two solid hours with no interruption. 

When not on the road, it was no different. Late night sessions at the studio became a daily thing. When the band was in this kind of mode, the outside world became cut off from them. They were more often than not so focused on the music they were making that calls and texts would go unanswered for days at a time. But with Holland, Keaton found time to respond to her relatively quickly. Soon enough they had a couple of songs they felt were ready to be released. Soundbites of the songs were released on the bands social media accounts that was controlled by someone with a desk job at the label. Fans were excited but the label wanted to release a music video with the song. Everyone was coming out with visual albums now, they could put a lyric video up but they wanted the band to have an actual music video too.

The director was already lined up for it, now they just needed to find the right girl. They had a little casting call but they couldn’t agree on any of them. It was during a discussion, or rather an argument, on who to hire when Keaton had a brilliant idea.

Flash forward to today, Keaton was sitting a white car with heavily tinted windows waiting for his driver to come back with the star of his next video. The driver stood in the airport with a sign saying Ms. Starling and a little doodle Keaton drew all on his own. He didn’t tell Holland that she was going to be in the video, he just invited her on set since she always asked him to send their new stuff which he answer was always no. It was going to be a surprise that she would hopefully agree to, otherwise he’d have to call another friend and well it’d wouldn’t be all too pleasant to have both of them there. It would be amusing to him, but he knew Holland and Gemma in the same place created a tension that not many others wanted to deal with.

He spotted the driver coming over with Holland right behind him. The musician opened the door and then scooted to the other side of the care, giving her room to slide in. LAX had sneaking paparazzi, which is why he stayed in the car and out of sight. “Welcome to the City of Angels!” He grinned although this wasn’t her first time here. “How was your flight?” The driver placed her bags in the trunk and closed her door before getting into the front. 

[ktdhami]

TEXTS | late 08/2017

HOLLAND

the amount of vodka soaked gummy bears i just ate is disgusting also hi how are you?

KEATON

it's 10am and you're already drunk off vodka candy wow Holland you didn't even offer to share I'm with the guys right now trying to get a few songs together how are you? besides drunk

HOLLAND

the world took my best friend from me he's too famous and now demands for me to only eat alcoholic candy with him send me soundclips so I can sell them on the black market i'm not drunk! just happy and painting

KEATON

you make it sound like I died lol no can do on the soundclipS it's super secret music we're working on what are you painting

HOLLAND

you did die. you are dead to my soul that doesn't get to see you everyday SEND THEM. I will make millions. I thought that said why and i was lik e- uh, Keats, I haven't painted in like weeks just a portrait someone asked me to do

KEATON

when did you become so needy nope. you're going to have to wait like everyone else sweetcheeks I'm surprised you didn't have us stop every single time you saw something you wanted to paint. you should send me a photo when you're done.

HOLLAND

it's your fault. I don't really think that waiting is my thing I took lots of pictures for that very reason. Including ones of you but we'll see where I end up.I should be done by the end of the night - like 3 am 

KEATON

how is being needy /my/ fault? you're going to have to make it your thing you know i don't release music early and if you really want to listen to it then you're going to have fly out here I don't like that winky face...are there photos I don't know about.  3am is 1am my time, I'll be up. Send my a photo

HOLLAND

you made me this way - your neediness rubbed off on me. nah, i'm good with it not being my thing. SEND ME. buy me a ticket and i'm there. pretty sure you're aware of most of them. we'll see. blackmailllllllll. if i'm not too drunk, sure.

KEATON

that's fake news. I'm not needy. my answer isn't going to change Holls we are just recording demos, trying to finalize lyrics and get a sound for each song how rich do you think I am? you wouldn't dare, I thought we were friends. take it easy on the alcholic candies

HOLLAND

your face is fake news. but i'm so cute and like reallllllly good at giving you blow jobs you're richer than the 15.73 in my checking account friends? HA my art is better whn i'm drunk

KEATON

i can't believe you just texted me that and you laugh the friends comment fine, friendship canceled

HOLLAND

RIP KEATON AND HOLLAND, BFFL

KEATON

so dramatic

HOLLAND

the headstone reads "he wouldn't send her tunes, she wouldn't send him nudes"

KEATON

you know you're not the only girl I can gets nudes from if you're that desperate for money, just ask me for some

HOLLAND

i'm 300% certain you could get nudes from any girl out there and that's terrifying. tbh, I just want to listen to your new stuff. not sell it

KEATON

Mhm "listen" to my music, sure do you miss me that much already?

HOLLAND

what is that supposed to mean????? missed you the second you left, not gonna lie about it

KEATON

missed me? or missed how I made you felt

HOLLAND

if you're referencing sex, yes to all of it

KEATON

yes I'm talking about sex maybe that road trip was a bad idea now you can't live without me

HOLLAND

MARRY ME KEATON

KEATON

maybe you should lay off the vodka gummies

HOLLAND

you need to get used to that - your fans are gonna start screaming that soon#famoose

KEATON

they already do but thousands of screaming fans are easy to ignore

HOLLAND

one screaming best friend is just annoying

KEATON

who said you were best friend?

HOLLAND

OUCH okay, killer, does somebody need a snickers?

KEATON

friends? HA  <-- you sent that you're the one that indicated we were friends werent*

HOLLAND

best friends and friends are separate things

KEATON

you're only saying we're best friends because I go down you on* you

HOLLAND

I called you my best friend before you ever did that but my god, do that every time

KEATON

mhm, what if I don't?

HOLLAND

i'll post this picture of you from high school I might do that anyway look how skinny you were  - little boy

KEATON

are you saying I'm fat that picture is probably someone on the internet already

HOLLAND

no, you're ten times sexier now trust me. true. i'm sure i have one of your dick pics somewhere

KEATON

you wouldn't

HOLLAND

oh I wouldn't?

KEATON

you would if you wanted me out of your life

HOLLAND

who says I don't? you underestimate how good your head is, honestly.

KEATON

remind me to not send you dick pics from here on out

HOLLAND

keatonnnnn. I won't send you tit pics then

KEATON

again, I can get those from anyone

HOLLAND

mmmmk write a song about it

KEATON

song about dick and tit pics I don't think that'll go over well

HOLLAND

not your scene - leave that to future or childish gambino

KEATON

they can make a great song about nudes their music has a better vibe for it

HOLLAND

tbh, you should write a song about gemma which i'm sure you already have

KEATON

you know I already have you said she brags about being the inspiration to my songs

HOLLAND

that doesn't mean they're actually about her ~ but thanks for verifying. SCREENSHOTTING FOR GEMMA

KEATON

you don't know what songs are about her and you never will

HOLLAND

when we get married, it's gonna be in the prenup xo that you have to tell me.

KEATON

again with this marriage thing I don't have to tell you shit

HOLLAND

then i'll never show you any of my paintings ever again two way street, my man

KEATON

you gonna lock them in a vault? your place is full of paintings and I'm still waiting for a few pieces to put in my LA home

HOLLAND

I'm gonna lock you in a vault, ugh.  and well maybe i'll send you some if you tell me what you want.

KEATON

don't know why that made me think you're trying to make me your sex slave surprise me you picked a good piece to leave at my place in New York

HOLLAND

because you think i'm creepy as shit. which I am. i'll send you something this week.

KEATON

so you would make me some sort of sex slave I better remember not to suggest handcuffs ever wouldn't want to make it easier for you to lock me up good, I look foward to seeing what you send me

HOLLAND

oooh. handcuffs. next time you're in town, we're doing it. I think you miss me and my art and how much it makes you want to write music.

KEATON

kinky I like it yeah cuz I'm dying without you here nothing in my life makes me want to write music more

HOLLAND

LOOK AT YOU PRETENDING I MATTER. so happy.

KEATON

I only pretend so you'll continue giving me head

HOLLAND

you don't have to like me for me to give you head if you hate me, it might be better

KEATON

I was just making sure you like me enough to give me head what do I have to do to make you hate me? I wanna test this theory I have that hate/angry sex is better

HOLLAND

see that's the problem - I don't get very mad but i'm sure you could mention something in bed that would ignite that in me

KEATON

I think I might know what to say

HOLLAND

hm?

KEATON

I'm not telling, because then you'll be prepared for it

HOLLAND

Well, I guess i can try to be patient but patience isn't something i'm very gooooood at

KEATON

I might not even say it the next time we fuck you're just going to have to keep coming back

HOLLAND

that's dirty af you're being mean to me just because you can

KEATON

is it making you want me more?

HOLLAND

it's 300% making me wet but you're not here - so like what's the point of that?

KEATON

turn on some of my tunes take a break from painting pleasure yourself and pretend I'm there

HOLLAND

'turn on some of my tunes' you slut.

KEATON

you said you touch yourself to my music I'm just trying to help

HOLLAND

i'm just being an asshole :P I'm sure I'll be just fine - i'll channel it into my art

KEATON

you are being an asshole you ruined the mood I should get back to focusing on these songs the guys are getting annoyed

HOLLAND

no come back I can tell you all about what i'm doing to myself all about how badly i wish you were here with your cock in my mouth but if you want to get back to the boys...

KEATON

I thought you were going back to your art

HOLLAND

not a chance.

KEATON

Did you put my music on?

HOLLAND

who says it wasn't already on?

KEATON

I'm just trying to paint the picture I wish we didn't book this damn studio for the entire day

HOLLAND

your music is filling my ears, i'm wearing a loose, white button up with black lace panties.... why? so you could call me and hear me moan your name?

KEATON

Yeah, video call actually That way both your hands are free and I can see what you're doing Fuck

HOLLAND

I can take a little video for you, keats just for your eyes, no one else's

KEATON

don't tempt me like that holls

HOLLAND

*video file pops up on his phone* you can watch that later

KEATON

that was fast i wanna watch it now

HOLLAND

i haven't gotten off yet, but there's a little taste for you

KEATON

I wanna see the whole the show...

HOLLAND

you'll have to wait until next time you see me

KEATON

tease

HOLLAND

that’s me~

KEATON

don't touch yourself until I can call you unless you're going to send me more videos or even a photo or two

HOLLAND

you’re so greedy. Telling me what to do all the way from California.

KEATON

I thought you liked getting bossed around

HOLLAND

looks like you remember something about me

KEATON

I remember a lot a things  like the way quiver when I kiss certain parts of your body and the way you say my name when you can't handle it anymore

HOLLAND

there he is. How about the way I taste? Do you remember that?

KEATON

of course are you imagining me tasting you now? how my tongue made you feel

HOLLAND

I was shaking for you. I’m shaking for you again now.

KEATON

nuh uh uh I told you not to touch yourself not yet

HOLLAND

but I need it. You know I’m not very patient.

KEATON

you should learn to be patient you don't know when you'll see me next

[ktdhami]

Midnight in Paris | flashback

LOCATION → Paris, France

NOTES → Keaton is on tour in Europe, Holland surprises him at one of his shows. The two meet up and catch up afterwards. This is the start of their drunken hook ups.

HOLLAND

“D’accord, merci,” Holland spike in disjointed French as the doorman let her into bacKstage. It was about an hour and a half before the show would start and she could hear Keaton’s singing voice as he finished warming up on stage. VIP access had been an expensive accident - she was just wanting to see her best friend again. Having heard from him maybe twice since graduating (in group chats, mind you), she was thrilled to see him. Though, a little peeved if she were honest. They’d been pretty close in high school. Holland has been traveling Europe for the past year and felt like she had permanent paint marks from her elbows down. Tugging at the sleeve of her leather jacket, she followed the man who let her in to a room where other VIP guests were waiting. Fangirls was an understatement. The current blonde nestled herself against a wall, texting Eleanore about her plan to hijack Keaton’s friendship back. Maybe doing so before a big show wasn’t a great idea... but when we’re Holland’s ideas great?

KEATON

Life had been such a whirlwind for Keaton and his band ever since they landed a record deal. The most traveling he had ever done before was up and down the east coast during small tours they were able to book. It was at a show in New York that they were discovered and right after graduation they all headed to LA to meet the man that saw their potential. Now he was Paris, in just a year they released an ep and were headlining a European tour. He thought even after being signed they’d just be opening acts for a while before getting their own fanbase. It was a dream come true. The only downside was feeling disconnected to those he was once close to. As soundcheck started coming to an end, one of the security guards announced that the band would be meeting with their VIP guests and laid down some ground rules. The show was about to start so there was only time for a photo and a quick hello with everyone. All the guests had to form a line, and they weren’t allowed to swarm the musicians. Keaton and his band mates entered the room and there was a scream of excitement, he still wasn’t used to these reactions. He greeted everyone, posed for photos, did as much as he could in the time allotted. He looked down the line and saw a familiar face just a few people down. “My eyes must be playing tricks on me.” He grinned once he approached Holland. “Holland? I almost didn’t recognize you.”

HOLLAND

At the moment that the band and Keaton walked in, Holland questioned herself one more time. Was she really doing this? Eleanore had encouraged her to keep her cool and that’s exactly what the blonde did. Running her fingers through her loosely curled hair, she smiled easily as Keaton got closer and closer. When he said her name and stepped toward her, Holland felt all of the fans in the room slice her in the back with their daggers for eyes. “Actually I’m her long lost twin, but I’ll let her know you still do know who she is,” she rose her eyebrows as she spoke, tilting her head. “Had to come all the way to Paris to get you to remember me, huh?” Holland joked, sliding her arms around his middle in a tight hug.

KEATON

The other band mates took notice of Holland, did a quick hello and moved on to the next person. None of them were strangers, but they also knew Keaton was closer to her than they were so they’d give them some time on their own. “Long lost twin, huh?” The long haired musician returned the hug, giving her a tight squeeze and swaying her back and forth a bit. The other girls clearly didn’t like this but he ignored them. “I never forgot you...it’s just...” He released her and let out a heavy sigh. “Life, you know?”

HOLLAND

It was kind of an odd thing, seeing him again. They’d always been confined to their own town and here they were, in Paris. The boys in the band seemed a little rougher around the edges than they’d been in the garage she used to watch them play in. Holland looked up at Keaton, a smile on her face as he spoke to her and held onto her. “Life. I get it, man,” she nodded. She didn’t really get it, she was... always available. Maybe he envied that. She envied him. “You’re so famous and like... fucking gorgeous,” Holland was emphatic, her hand cupping his jaw and shaking it a little. “Do you miss me?”

KEATON

Keaton smiled widely, “I’ve always been gorgeous,” He laughed. “The famous part is new though, and very hard to get used to.” He admitted, the wide smile turning into a small half one. “Of course I miss you.” He would have asked if she missed him but seeing as she paid for the VIP experience he knew the answer. He glanced down the line at the impatient fans waited for him. “Hey I gotta meet everyone else but after the show, we can grab a drink or something.” He spoke quieter as to not alert the others in the room. He didn’t want them overhearing possible after the show plans. There was short pause between them. “Damn I can’t believe of all places we run into each other in 

HOLLAND

Holland nodded in agreement, shrugging a shoulder. He had always been very good looking. Their entire friend group pretty much was. “The famous part is the only reason I’m here,” she winked, laughing softly. They’d so easily been able to fall into the humor that they had always had between one another. “Sounds good to me,” Holland nodded, smiling widely before pointing her finger at him. “Promise you won’t disappear on me?” She wasn’t actually that worried, but making him feel bad about it was at least fun. “Maybe I did. You’ll never know,” she mused, kissing his cheek before walking away and leaving him to the rest of the fans.

KEATON

“Promise,” Keaton nodded, giving a reassuring smile. He let out a short chuckle and gave her a half kind of hug as she kissed his cheek. “Careful, I’m not responsible if one of these girls pounces on you.” He joked but he could see the green monster in some of their eyes. She left and he went on to meet everyone else in the room and then waited until it was time to get on stage. The venue was small, but he didn’t mind. This was his favorite kind of setting, having a more intimate performance with his fans. At the end there was a big crowd waiting at the back exit, hoping to get a glimpse of Keaton’s band. They waited in the venue, in their dressing room to be exact, eventually they’d give up and the coast would be clear to leave. He shot Holland a text saying he’d meet her at a nearby bar as soon as he could. He didn’t expect that it’d be another hour before they could leave but eventually he did meet up with her. The bar wasn’t too crowded and it was just the group of people that would let Keaton be even if they did recognize him. “Hey,” he took the empty seat next to her. “Sorry it took so long.” He waved the bartender over and ordered his drink in French, that was able to only French he knew. “So what brings you Paris? You’re not turning into one stalker fan, are you?” He quirked a brow as he took a drink.

HOLLAND

Holland stood near the middle of the concert, realizing it was a little odd to attend without any friends. But she took in every last second of her friend’s music, soaking it in. This was the first concert of his she’d ever been to, not that it would be the last. When the final song ended, she slowly made her way out to the Parisian street, a text buzzing her phone a few minutes later. Holland should’ve known it would take Keaton a while to get there and she was happy to wait, but waiting meant drinking and drinking meant she’d be a little too annoying when Keaton showed up. Thank god the legal drinking age in Paris was 18. When Keaton finally showed up, Holland was sipping on a French 75, raising an eyebrow at him. “You’re going to get to big for your own britches. Or whatever my mom used to say,” she chuckled softly, listening to him speak shoddy French. “I’ve been making my way through Europe. Backpacking. Staying in hostels. I actually just bought the ticket today,” she spoke honestly, leaning forward to speak once more. “You didn’t have to come out. I didn’t mean to take up more of your time.”

KEATON

“Backpacking through Europe conveniently when I’m on a European tour.” Keaton smirked, setting his glass down. “Stalker,” he whispering in a teasing tone. So far he was loving Europe, the people were beautiful, he could drink legally, the atmosphere was exactly what he needed. “Please, I had a friend tell me about this place and I promised to check it out before leaving. You’re just an added bonus. You gotta tell me what you’ve been up.” He leaned on the bar with a smug expression on his face. “You look good Holland, I like the hair.”

HOLLAND

“I can’t help it. I just need a lock of your hair for my shrine,” Holland spoke softly, hoping to give off a creepy vibe. Settling into her seat as she stirred her drink around in her glass, she wondered if Keaton felt like he was too big for her now. She wouldn’t blame him for that if he did. “A friend?” She wiggles her eyebrows at him. “Art, art, and more art,” she mentioned, pulling her phone out and showing him a few photos of pieces she’d painted over the course of her trip. “My mom first found her love for art in Paris actually. It felt like I needed to come here. You know, for... reasons,” Holland spoke truthfully, relieved to have a buddy who knew her mom left her family when she was in high school. Just a few years ago. “How has the tour been so far? Lots of ladies to entertain?” Holland asked, reaching over a tucking a piece of the musician’s long hair behind his ear. “Thank you. A drunk, very flamboyant man in Brussels did it for me in the hostel one night.”

KEATON

Keaton understand her reasoning for visiting Paris. She wanted to find that connection to her mother. It was a similar reason to why he got into music, his father left when he was young and the only decent thing he could remember about the man was his love for music. “Well Paris is beautiful, as far as I can tell. A magnificent place to fall in love with art.“ He grinned, tapping his finger on his glass as he thought before answering her question. “The tour’s been great, there are lots of ladies that wish they could be entertained.” He smirked with a shrug of his shoulder. “But we don’t always get a lot of downtime between cities.” He took a sip and almost choked at her admitting that some stranger dyed her hair in some hostel that was probably not too clean. “Holland!” He shook his head, “Always taking unnecessary risks.” Keaton wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket.

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starlingxartist:

The fake, but not quite so fake cocky nature of Keaton always made Holland feel right at home. When they complimented each other, it wasn’t a thank you or a shy ‘no i’m not’, it was a total recognition of ‘fuck yeah i’m attractive!’. It was something that either of them had to worry about with the other. Holland was entirely laid back and usually didn’t feel the need for people to recognize her in certain ways. To her, the best kind of attention she could be given was when someone wrote about her or talked to other people about how much they enjoyed her. She could care less, most of the time, about what was said to her face. Not that Keaton’s words went unheard to her. They’d always be a significant source of a mood uptick. 

“Douchebag,” she shoved him playfully when he told her that she missed a spot. On the way in, she’d looked in the mirror and the damage to her neck was enough to make her think about what she needed to wear the next day in order to avoid being stared at by strangers. The two showering together was as seamless as their friendship. Moving when the other needed something and being responsive to each other. It was almost as though their long friendship and companionship seemed to lead them to a place where they had the ultimate sense of one another. Communication through gestures and body movements - it was easier than she’d expected. Never having showered in a non sexual way with a guy she’d slept with, she was pretty proud of herself in this moment. 

Before he moved his arm from around her waist, Holland smirked, leaned in and kissed him passionately, their mouths moving easily against one another’s. After a few moments she pulled back and whispered. “I’ll use as much god damn shampoo as I want to, drama king,” Holland smirked, pushing him away to tell him to get out of the shower. When she was done shampooing and conditioning her hair, she hummed softly to herself - some song that had been playing earlier. She wasn’t the best at remembering lyrics, but the tune had stuck with her. She stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself after running it through her hair. 

Moments later, she emerged, towel around her body as she walked to the kitchen to grab some water before heading back to Keaton’s bed. “Miss me?” she joked, grabbing panties from her bag and slipping them on before removing the towel. Most of her would sleep just like this at home, but she didn’t want the morning to be weird. So, she grabbed an old tshirt from high school and slid it on before getting back into the bed, phone in her hand. “Feel free to write if you need to. Gemma used to brag about you being inspired by your sexcapades,” she chuckled softly.

Keaton kissed her back, and was slightly disappointed when she pulled away. He left her in the shower, grabbing his towel to dry off and getting a fresh one for her to use. He slipped on his boxers and went back out to the main room of his loft. The record player they left going was making those scratching noises, signaling that the needle had reached the end. He moved the needle and turned the player off before moving toward the kitchen to see if there was anything editable in the fridge for any sort of late night snack. There were just water bottles. He cursed under his breath, he knew he should have texted his label to ask someone to get some food for this place. At least enough to last till breakfast. He wasn’t sure if they were staying in New York another full day or hitting the road first thing in the morning.

He grabbed a bottle and plopped down on the couch. He watched as she moved around his place in only a towel. “Always.” He grinned before taking a swig of water. “Yeah?” His curiosity was peaked, “Did she brag thinking all those songs were about her?” He smirked, kicking his feet up and resting it on the small table in front of the couch. “Sex releases all those endorphins and shit, if I’m inspired by it than I’m gonna write.” He screw the top back on to the bottle and side it beside him. “Inspiration hits me at any given moment. It just so happens that most of the time it hits me late at night, whether I’ve had sex or not.” 

The long haired musician made his way to the bed, far too tried to try to write any kind of music right now. He’d written enough over the summer and he still needed to get together with his bandmates to go over what he had. “I don’t have any food...still...so if you want something specific for breakfast we’ll have to go out and get it. If we’re staying here a few days then I need to let my label know, they’ll stock up the kitchen with enough to last until we leave.” He got into bed, laying next to her as he spoke. He realized how spoiled he sounded when he mentioned having someone else do his shopping, but even if he went to the convenience store at the corner someone would recognize him and a ten minute trip could turn into an hour. 

He checked his phone and saw he had a few messages from Gemma, and one from his manager back in LA. Gemma was wondering where he was, and if he was having fun with Holland. He knew the two girls hated each other, but he never got in the middle of it. He sighed but replied, even though it was late, she was probably waiting for some sort of response. We just got to a hotel, we’re resting for the night and then heading out first thing in the morning. Text you tomorrow. She didn’t need to know every single detail of his life. In fact they never were great at consistently keeping in touch, it was much like his relationship with Holland. Easily falling into old habits, but with Gemma he was either hot or cold, extremes on the opposite side of the spectrum. 

His manager wondered when he’d be back in LA to schedule studio time. He ignored that text, because he didn’t have an answer for him. He was sure he’d get a phone call tomorrow afternoon and he’ll address his return to the city of angels then. “G'night,” He set his phone back down on the nightstand. He shifted until he was in a comfortable position on his side. 

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[ktdhami]

starlingxartist:

“You fucking asshole,” Holland joked, pushing him with her foot. He wasn’t wrong, he had done the majority of the work. However, she liked to think it wasn’t work when you felt amazing afterwards. Besides, men didn’t have to go through life rarely being pleasured - they almost always came in the end. A long drag of the cigarette only heightened the way her body felt, masking any sort of worries about how awkward they could be together. Not that she felt their friendship wasn’t strong enough to make it. But spending a lot of post-coital time with someone wasn’t anything Holland had ever done. It just wasn’t her scene. 

“You know I’m always down for whatever,” she spoke softly, watching him as he inhaled smoke and let it billow back into the air. The entire idea of who Keaton was interested Holland. He was smart and talented and far more amazing than she would ever be and somehow he hung out with her even still. Maybe because of that night back when he was first touring and she made the effort to seek him out. Or maybe it was because she was too annoying when you tried to push her away. Regardless of why Keaton, the famous musician, didn’t mind being around Holland, she was more than happy about it. 

Holland’s eyes continued to settle up the way the smoke formed in the air, causing her to itch for her canvas. Drunk and smoking were her usual hobbies when she painted. It gave her something to do with her hands and her thoughts when the colors or bristles of the brush just weren’t quite enough. The alcohol was now starting to settle a little, a smirk on the light haired girl’s face appearing slowly. She felt like she was in some kind of movie and that was kind of how life should be. Brought out of her thoughts by Keaton’s voice, she smiled and quirked a brow. 

“See you soon,” she let her words flow easily, finding herself in the bathroom with him within a few minutes. Getting out of bed with jello for legs was a little difficult sometimes. “You’re hot,” she mentioned, slipping into the warm shower, her eyes on his ass. Holland slid her arms around him from behind and kissed the back of his shoulder, a hand reaching out to grab soap before lathering up her own body and humming to herself. 

Having showered earlier, Keaton only needed a quick body wash. As he walked to the bathroom he grabbed a fresh pair of boxers and as the water ran for a minute or so to warm up, he tied his hair up into a bun so it wouldn’t get wet. The bathroom was decent sized, a tub he rarely used, a medium sized shower with a glass door next to it and a one sink vanity. He stepped into the water, letting the warmth of it relax him. His back was to the door and it wasn’t until he heard her comment about his attractiveness that he even knew she was in the same room.

“I know.” He smirked, feeling her arms warp around him. He turned his head to glance over his shoulder out of the corner of his eye. “You’re not too bad looking yourself.” He laughed, stepping aside to give her some room. Keaton waited for her to be done with the soap before washing off his own body. A part of him didn’t think she’d actually join him, but he wasn’t complaining. He was, however, wondering where the rest of the night was going. His usual routine after their hook ups consisted of a quick shower and then staying up for hours working on music, or passing up and waking up in the next city on their tour. Showers weren’t something he often shared, in fact the only person before now that he had shared a shower with was Gemma and that was more often than not to get a quickie in before they went on about their day.

They switched spots whenever one of them needed the water, his eyes couldn’t really help but admire her body every once now and then. “You missed a spot.” He teased, pointing to his neck indicating where on her neck he was talking about. Of course it wasn’t something she could wash away, he was simply pointing out his work, the hickey he left on her delicate skin. He let out a sigh, he was done rinsing the soap off his body now. “Shower’s all yours.” He wrapped an arm around her and moved, their bodies close together, until she was the one mostly in the water now. “You can use my shampoo and conditioner if you need to. But don’t use all of it. That shit is expensive.” He joked, he didn’t know how much it actually was but he was told it was high end hair products.

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[ktdhami]

starlingxartist:

The entire idea of the two of them coming undone almost simultaneously was something that Holland had only ever experienced a couple of times in her life. Unraveling with another human was intense, but when you’d been through almost your entire life with them - it was something even more than intense. Sharing this was something Holland would call memorable. Which was a rare thing for her to do. Not much about life was all that memorable to her. A few kisses pressed to one another’s lips and they were able to bask in one another’s silence, this being some new territory for the two of them. Often, Holland would sit up, put her pants on and kiss Keaton goodbye by this point. 

“That good, huh?” she asked, a proud smirk dancing on her lips. Allowing herself to lay where he left her, Holland was certain there was no better feeling than knowing that you’d just pleased someone else into oblivion. “Started it out with a bang, I’d say,” she joked, a soft laugh leaving her lips as she turned onto her side to face Keaton, the glowing city lights only emphasizing that dip of his back. He rooted through her bag and next thing she knew, he was lighting a cigarette. It wasn’t exactly something they’d ever done at this moment, but little did Keaton know, this was Holland’s usual as she walked away from his hotel room or tour bus or some random other place they’d hooked up in. Sex and cigarettes were a phenomenal pair. Just like Holland and Keaton. 

“Mmm, please,” she hummed, taking the cigarette he’d so graciously held out to her. Taking a long drag, Holland pulled the smoke into her lungs, letting it settle there before releasing it back into the air. “Thank you for not inviting one of your crazy fans back,” Holland chuckled, winking at him before taking another drag and giving the cigarette back. It was nice to just… be with Keaton. They didn’t have to be too busy and she was certain this was the best way to begin the end of the summer. 

“Ha!” Keaton cackled. “Considering I did pretty much all the work, yeah it was good.” He glanced over his shoulder as he spoke, grinning while he searched for the cigarette. By now one of them were getting ready to leave, they never stayed beyond their welcome. After he handed her the smoke, he pushed himself up into a sitting position. He had one of the pillows between him and the wall. He looked down at her, ran his fingers through his hair and chuckled.

“I would never invite a fan back, not until I knew you were okay with a little bit of company.” He teased, the cigarette between his lips. He inhaled, relaxing as the smoke settled in his lungs. There was a long, drawn out exhale and he held out his hand, wondering if she wanted another drag. In reality he would never invite a fan back whether she was there or not. If he wanted a random hook up with one of his adoring fans he’d get a hotel. He wanted some privacy and that meant not letting others know his New York home address. 

The finished their cigarette with a few more puffs. It was nice to be with someone where you didn’t necessarily have to fill the silence. He enjoyed this moment, how they could relax and not worry about where else they needed to be. Keaton knew this road trip would be fun, but if every night turned out to be like tonight, then it was going to a road trip they wouldn’t be able to forget. That or the extensive amount of time together, especially after sex, would put some sort of strain on their friendship. He was sure it was that wouldn’t happen though, Holland was one of the easier friends to be around with. 

“I need to rinse off.” He swung his legs over the side of the bed. “You’re free to join me,” He wiggled his brow, smirking at her. He moved quietly in the darkness toward the bathroom. 

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[ktdhami]

starlingxartist:

Holland’s breath hitched at the sound of Keaton telling her to come for him. It wasn’t something he’d really said to her in bed before and she had to admit that it brought her right where she needed to be. The motion of his hips, the music in the background, the undeniable chemistry between the two of them - it was all directing her over the edge. There was something about the way that Keaton was beginning to treat her that felt vulnerable and it was beyond sexy. Her body was responding in ways that it hadn’t in the past, when the two of them were in this very position. It was like taking it slow was teaching her more about who he was and actually getting her out of her own head. Her hips shuddered upward, back arching further. There wasn’t a second longer that she could contain herself. 

“Come for you? If you’re lucky,” Holland managed to get out between breaths, her eyes opening and locking on Keaton’s gaze as he thrust into her. It was an incredibly intense moment, her body seeming to feel the same way she did. Their sexual chemistry was something that had been found out long ago, but this was something a little different. This was strong and more passionate than normal and that kind of scared Holland. Just as she almost got back into her head, her body tensed up, eyes shut once more as a ripple of ecstasy was sent through her. There it was - that insane amount of pleasure she’d been waiting for.

“Oh, fuck yes,” she yelled out, her face turning sideways as her nails dug into Keaton’s shoulder, riding out the intense waves been sent through her body. Feeling him come undone inside of her was all she wanted and now, well, she’d gotten it. And for the first time, they didn’t have to run away afterwards. Not that either of them always wanted to, but life had a funny way of working out. This roadtrip had hardly just begun and they were already drunk and in bed together.

It was as if she was challenging him, it wasn’t like she had never come for her before but this was the first time he was practically demanding it. Keaton started moving even faster, breathing became even more labored, he could feel that he was about to reach that climax his body ached for. Their bodies were so in sync, more so than their other drunken one night stands that rarely lasted this long. A few more thrusts and as if right on cue she fell from that tantalizing edge she had been dangerous walking on. He followed not too long afterward. His teeth scraped against the exposed part of her neck and he paid no attention to her nails digging deep into his skin. 

He wasn’t able to form words, it was only a load moan that escaped him and the next thing he knew his body tensed, becoming paralyzed as a heightened sense of euphoria that engulfed him. He came inside her, and that was that. They started coming down together, the act of what they had down becoming clear now. It wasn’t something they regret, they never had, but it always happened in such a haze and now they were getting clarity. He kissed her a few more times on the mouth, as if to say thank you for what they had just done.

When he was able to, Keaton moved, pulling out of her and collapsing on his back to her side. There naked bodies laid there in the dim lights of the moon and the city that came through the windows. “Fuck,” He could barely say with a heavy sigh. There was a light sheen of sweat covering him, and he was sure her body was in a similar state. A few minutes passed and this was usually when the other was getting ready to leave. A part of him thought about sleeping on the couch, he was never the kind of guy to share his bed for a full night, but his body didn’t want to move. “I guess this is how we’re starting this road trip.” He chuckled, rolling over as he fished for her purse that he hoped was within arms reach. All he wanted was a cigarette now. 

When he finally found it he pulled out her pack of cigarettes. Lying on his back once more, he lit one and took a long drag, the smoke dissipating above him. He held the cigarette toward her, offering to share as it was technically hers.

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[ktdhami]

starlingxartist:

And soon enough, Holland was on her back, on a comfortable bed and Keaton’s body was warm on top of hers. Her mind traveled to a few months back when the two of them had last seen one another on his tour. She traveled so often that their paths crossed enough for them to see one another every couple of months or so. Besides, when it was in an unknown town to both of them, it made it that much more fun. They were able to have sex in his hotel room or on his tour bus and then she just went on her merry way. He had never felt like this before, though. Keaton was paying attention and being deliberate with every single motion of his body and his lips. 

Feeling him so firmly inside of her, Holland felt her body shudder at the first motion he made with hips. There was a large amount of her heart that jumped when his mouth fumbled the expletive she’d most been wanting to hear. Knowing that he was enjoying this just as much as she was, it felt like lightening was running through her veins. It wasn’t often that when she closed her eyes during sex she could see sparks of color, but the second he started kissing her tonight it was like he knew exactly what to do. Her artist side was loving every god damn minute of it and she was sure that she’d be able to remember all of these colors next time she was in front of a canvas. 

“Oh, God yes,” Holland moaned out loudly, her lips meeting Keaton’s once more. Their tongues darting against one another’s, her teeth nipping at his bottom lip. The music in the background and the rhythm of Keaton’s hips were pushing her toward the edge. With each thrust of Keaton’s hips, Holland raised her own to meet his. Pulling away for a moment, she let her eyes meet Keaton’s as he pushed inside of her a few times, a smirk on her lips. Their sexual chemistry mixed with their undeniable friendship made this that much more intense. Another moan left her lips as her back arched, her nails digging into his back gently. 

There have been songs written about moments like these. Moments that felt like every single nerve in your body was screaming in pleasurable pain. There was definitely something that sparked between them, but it went unnoticed as everything drowned in the alcohol that was consumed. There was something intense about the few moments they looked into each other’s eyes as he kept thrusting into her. Maybe it was because they were friends, but Holland was one of the better ones he’s slept with. His times with Gemma were good, but the two were completely different in bed that he couldn’t exactly compare them. And one night stands with fans, which are rarer than the public thinks, are no were close. Nights with fans are just an easy way to get off.

With Holland it was fun, there was alcohol involved, music, sometimes paint, and he never had to worry about what happens afterward. She understand they were just having fun, everyone had their needs and they were just fulfilling theirs. With Gemma, it was mostly hate sex, fighting at the beginning and usually at the end. It often started with her being jealous, which Keaton had to admit he would purposefully make her jealous because it would mean kinkier, rougher sex. His breathing was more labored and his body wanted even more.

He pulled himself away slightly as he propped himself more on his hands that were planted on the mattress on each side of her. He used his strength to push as far into her as their bodies would allow. A low moan emanated from the back of his throat, sounding almost like a growl. Her nails digging into his skin added to the sensations that was coursing through him. He could feel that he was close, his pace quickened and he leaned down to her, lips rough against the soft skin of her neck. He let out another moan, this time into her ear. “Come for me.” His voice was raspy, a barely audible whisper between breaths.

pack your bags || 08.03.17

[ktdhami]

starlingxartist:

The ability to take their time made Holland feel like sheactually mattered – not that she usually different. Her preferred method of sexwas no strings attached. It wasn’t like Keaton needed to care or make her feellike more than a body, but tonight, well… he did. It was almost as though moretime and less constraints made it easier for them to be in tune with oneanother’s bodies. Hands moved slower, kisses were tenderer, and the way he waspleasuring her was much more personal and much more time consuming. She wasloving every minute of his tongue at her center, of it all being about it. Inmost situations where you ended up with a friend wearing minimal clothing, itseemed to end being all about the man. But Keaton was doing his finest work atmaking Holland take that thought back.

“Oh,” the light haired young woman let out a shaky moan, herbreath hitched into her throat. One hand still in his hair, the other dug hernails into her own thigh. It was hard to pay attention to anything but howamazing her body felt. Her planted leg shook slightly, Holland’s focusattempting to move to keeping her up straight. A whimper fell from her lipswhen his face moved away from her, but a simple switch to his fingers made thepout on her face wash away. Eyes closed once more, the darkness washing withsparks of brilliant light. Keaton was good at this and she was certain he knewthat. It wasn’t like they were very quiet with one another about their skillsin the bedroom. There was no need for them to be, right? Best friends werealways able to balance the act between what they wanted and their belovedrelationship.

“Holy shi-“ Holland’s words were cut off by a rush of energythrough her, Keaton’s fingers doing to her exactly what she wanted him to bedoing. They were a great substitute, but nothing felt as phenomenal as havinghim deep inside of her. “I,” she spoke, her breath only becoming more labored. “Ineed more,” Holland spoke between pants, her legs shaking once more. She couldeasily have said I need you, but… she wasn’t that girl. The reason men likedher was because she could so easily be non-committal. His teeth on her skinonce more and she slammed her palm back against the window to help prop herselfup. Keaton was all she was thinking about and she felt like she’d never stop.

The effect he was having on her, the way she could barely speak, the way her body was moving and how her legs were shaking, it was quite a turn on. His desire for more only grew with each labored breath that left her lips. The sound of her hitting the window startled him, but not enough to rattle a reaction from him other than his lips smirking against her thigh. He moved his shoulder to let her thigh slide off, his hand holding her ass went to press against the glass, palm down as he slowly stood up. His other hand was still occupied, his fingers still moving in and out of her.

Face to face again, he pressed his lips roughly against hers, doing just a few more thrusts into her before moving his hand away. It was mere seconds later that both hands were on her back on her bottom, he took a small step back and he lifted her so she’d wrap her legs around him. He turned away and while still kissing her walked them to his bed in the large open living area. He leaned forward and dropped her to her back once they reached the mattress. In those few moments apart he took them to remove his boxers. Now naked, he crawled on top of her, positioning himself between her legs. 

The thought of a condom was far from his mind, usually he’d be more responsible but this was Holland. This wasn’t the first time they went without a condom. Ever since the first time he forgot to wear one, it was optional. She was on birth control and these days you can get emergency contraception. They weren’t going to have one of those unplanned pregnancies, they were on the same page with that at least. No kids. Keaton entered her, little out a quiet “Fuck” as he moaned. He had been waiting for this moment and not that he was in her pleasure overcome his body. He kissed her deeply as he started to move his hips against hers, finding a rhythm they both liked.

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