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Ch. 2: Some things that may've sparked some sympathy


“Hey,”

Nat sighed at the sound of his voice, and had no choice but to slow down. “You don’t have to bother walking me, you know. I’m fine.”

“I don’t have to do anything, but we’re going the same way, so…”

Nat could just hear the sarcastic little smirk crossing his face while he said it, and she sighed again but didn’t reply. They walked in silence and he even placed a hand on the small of her back, guiding her through the crowd of bands and other crew members heading into their motorized havens. She couldn’t lie, it felt great in her intoxicated state.

“I didn’t think you liked me too much, to be honest.” She said.

“What did you say?” He asked, leaning down into her ear, sliding his arm around her waist as he did.

“I said, I didn’t think you liked me too much. I think this is the most we’ve talked during the whole tour…”

“Yeah, I’m… not very,” He trailed off, “Sorry I hit you earlier.” He mumbled, shrugging.

“Wait, you hit me? Ohhh. The bumping thing… Earlier. It’s okay. I figured it was an accident.”

The pair continued to walk in silence, and Nat began to glance around feigning interest to escape the awkwardness and ended up tripping over something in her path. She squealed as she went down, so fast that she didn’t even realize it was happening. Mike cursed and helped Nat up, supporting her by wrapping her arms around his neck. He asked if she was okay, and she laughed. Mike looked at her strangely for a second.

“Oh my god, I am so awkward. I’m sorry.” She giggled at herself.

“Don’t be. Looks like you might have sprained it. Let’s see if you can stand.” He replied, helping her to her feet. Nat scrunched her face in pain even though she’d tried not to, and tried to apply weight to her hurt ankle. Without warning, Mike swept her up in his arms and carried her the rest of the way.

They headed first to the crew bus, but found it empty. Not wanting to leave her alone, he walked up to the band’s bus, punching in the code quickly and going inside. Mike set Nat down on the couch and sat beside her, saying he needed to check her ankle out. It was a little swollen, as he thought it would be, but reassured her is would be fine by the time of the next show. She sighed, leaning her head back as he gently massaged her ankle, offering to get her an ice pack. Natalie refused, afraid that it might be too cold, but Mike insisted that he would cover and wrap the pack before putting it on her foot.

After doing so, he attentively examined her, pulling her foot into his lap.

Nat was still a little tipsy, but she was sure she felt a tingly sensation go through her body whenever he touched her gently. Suddenly he cleared his throat and allowed his hand to travel a little higher, caressing her leg, ankle, and foot.

“Oh my god, Mike. Tickles.” She giggled, making him smile.

They locked eyes and drew closer. Nat tensed, one, because she knew he was going to kiss her. Two, because she was sure she was going to enjoy it. That’s when they heard the raunchy hoarse whispers and moans coming from the back of the bus. Nat smirked, knowing undoubtedly that William and Taylor were back there getting their freak on.

“Oh my fucking,” Mike groaned, making Nat laugh out loud. He covered his face with one hand and supported her leg on his lap with the other.

She thought it was adorable.

“And here I was thinking you were a hardass, Carden.” She giggled again.

“I am. And if you tell anyone else any different, I’ll tickle you to death.” He replied, holding her down and gently grazing the bottom of her foot.

“Okay, okay, I’ll keep my mouth shut!”

Natalie pulled herself up and Mike unexpectedly pulled her closer and kissing her softly. She shivered as their lips brushed and the kiss deepened. His arm moved to her waist, and hers to his hair, losing themselves swiftly. Nat barely gasped as she realized those hands of his were moving elsewhere. Not that she minded, in fact, she was almost certain she wanted to go where this was going a whole lot more than he did. He was such a dick sometimes, but that was honestly her favorite part about him. He cupped her backside, squeezing lightly, while she wrapped her arms around his neck without a care in the world. The louder William and Taylor got, the more urgent she and Mike became.

“Mike,” She whispered against his neck, nibbling and licking seductively, but stopped abruptly.

“Yeah?” He grunted breathlessly, pressing his body up against hers.

“The fuck are you doing?”

He was up and off of her in record time, holding his hands up and apologizing profusely.

Nat began to laugh. “Jay Kay, Santi.” She said, flashing him a brilliant smile. Mike groaned and rolled his eyes, yanking her back into his lap again.

At that moment Taylor managed to groan really loud, and Mike smirked against Nat’s lips. “Damn Bilvy.”

“I want, I want it. Whatever she’s having. Plus two. Or four.”

“Four? Really?”

Natalie nodded and kissed him hard and deep, swirling their tongues together, hands roaming. Nat slid her hands up the back of Mike’s shirt, hands cool and soft against his curves. They stopped only when they heard voices at the buses’ door, and only long enough for Mike to swoop her up and slide into his top bunk, pulling the curtain closed and ridding them both of their shirts.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. The jeans are going to be so much fucking trouble.” They both giggled at the ridiculousness of their situation, but were both determined not to let the circumstances interfere with their plans. “Okay… okay, I’ll climb out, and get undressed right? And then while I’m out there getting undressed, you get undressed in here, and then…”

“And then?”

“Then I’d give you what she’s having. Times four.” Mike laughed evilly and kissed Nat one more time before sliding out, yanking shut the privacy curtain behind him.

When she was sure she heard him walk away, Nat hurriedly pushed her jeans down her hips and kicked them off in the small space, pushing them close to the wall. She shrugged and did the same with her panties and bra, then pulled the sheets up to her chest. They were cool and smelled fresh, like some brand of guy’s body wash she was sure she’d smelled before. Taylor had calmed down considerably, but there were now a few hushed voices whispering near the bunks, one she recognized as Tony, TAI’s tour manager. She held her breath, until the curtain rustled, and Carden climbed back inside, sans pants.

“Welcome back.” She smiled as he lunged for her, sucking her neck hard and leaving a few nibbles here and there. She decided to let him find out for himself that she’d gotten completely naked between his sheets, and his eyes widened when he did, cupping and squeezing her breasts while Nat breathed in and out deeply. She moaned his name and bucked her hips in longing. Mike didn’t hesitate shoving his own boxer briefs down his hips, kissing Nat heatedly. She groaned in protest when he pulled away, but was soon dropping her head back in pleasure as his fingers teased her middle, and his tongue laved her nipples one at a time. He sucked them slowly, tortuously almost, teasing and making her wet. Nat whimpered, causing Mike to drag his right index finger up and press it to her lips.

“Shh,” He whispered, and she licked the tip of his finger, sucking it into her mouth. She slid her hand down between them, anxious to get the show on the road, when he licked and sucked her nipples and skin between her breasts, pushing the finger she sucked inside her, moving it in and out. Nat’s hips raised, and she groaned. Mike immediately covered her mouth with his, muffling the sounds as he added another finger, sliding them deeper, stretching her. She was wet as hell and it was making him anxious to bury himself into her warmth. Nat felt his hips jerk and kissed him harder, fingers grazing an impressive erection.

“Condoms?” She growled impatiently, more of a demand than question.

Mike nodded and scraped his teeth against her bottom lip, withdrawing his fingers and wriggling free of his boxer briefs, getting out one of the Trojan magnums he’d brought back with him. He slid the rubber on carefully, making Natalie’s heart flutter when she saw the gold packaging fall and land beside them. She realized that wrapper could only mean two things. One, it fit perfectly, which was exciting, and two, it didn’t, meaning he’d grabbed the first thing he saw and she would have to worry the whole time about it slipping off.

She moaned in pleasure as Mike nudged against her moist folds, pressing against her opening, arching her back as he moved inside. The condom definitely fit.

The two of them groaned together, and Nat heard Tony’s muffled laughter.

“Okay, who snuck a girl in here? Who’s getting laid?”

“Beckett?” The Butcher commented, the automatic galley door opening.

“Besides Beckett. You know he claims the back lounge.”

Mike smiled and shook his head, melting into another long kiss, Nat’s fingers digging into his bare skin. He’d craved her for months, and spent the whole tour waiting to make a move. Everything about her was alluring, the way her warm brown eyes rolled into her head, the kissable smoothness of her caramel latte colored skin, her full lips and the way she kissed him, how crazy turned on she got when he touched her, even though she pretended she hated him.

“Turn over.” He whispered into her ear hotly, turning onto his side.

“What?”

He only nodded and make a turning motion with his finger. Nat leaned up and kissed him, turning onto her stomach. Mike was elated by her enthusiasm. He trailed his hands up and down her back, massaging her and cupping her bare cheeks. She moaned into the pillow as she realized his intentions, spreading her legs as much as she could to accommodate. He licked and sucked the back of her neck, pushing back inside her from behind.

“Oh fuck, Mike!” She gasped loudly, unable to control herself.

Teasing laughter came from outside of the bunk. “Oh shit, Carden?”

Mike rolled his eyes and sped up his motion, pressing Nat into the bunk, creating delicious friction against her clit. She grew uncontrollably louder, and he didn’t bother trying to quiet her.

Hell, they knew, and besides, it was amazing to hear.

He let out a groan himself as he pounded in and out and she pushed her ass back against him.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” She shouted, thrashing her body beneath him. He nibbled her ear and she panted, groaning and moaning, tensing and coming hard.

A round of applause sounded through the rest of the bus, and Mike almost giggled, but realized once he heard “Walk of shame” over and over from Sisky that they were clapping for William and Taylor.

It didn’t take long for the tight feeling in his gut to arise, making him slow his thrusting as Natalie panted, trying in vain to calm herself and catch her breath. She almost lost her shit when he leaned over and began talking dirty in her ear with that fucking voice of his. She pushed back against him and before long he was shaking and grunting deep from the back of his throat he erupted suddenly, triggering another loud, hard orgasm for her.

They separated, making out again with their limbs entangled.

“Ankle still hurt?” He asked, dragging lips across her jaw.

“Not at all,” She replied.

“Good. I’ve gotta go and um, take care of this.”

Nat nodded and helped him dig around the bunk for his shorts. Once he found them and got them on, he promised that he’d keep her hidden and that he’d be right back. More applause could be heard outside and she chuckled, cuddling his pillow. She listened to the conversation already unfolding in the lounge.

“So who is it Mike? Who you got up there?” Sisky teased.

“No one. She’s sleeping, leave her alone. Seriously.”

“Ooohh.”

“Well, at least it’s a ‘she’!” Tony joked, causing everyone to burst out laughing again. Nat listened to them talking for a while until the bus motion and the whirring of the tires on the highway soothed her to sleep.

.~

“Psst, Nat! Hey, wake up!”

Nat groaned and turned over, covering her face at the intrusion of light as she was shaken lightly from her sleep.

“Oh my god, what?” She blinked.

“It’s time to get up, come on, let’s get out of here.”


Natalie blinked a few more times and stretched her eyes. “Tate? How did you know it was me in here?”

Taylor sighed. “I went into panic mode when I couldn’t find you on the crew bus after we stopped. I ran into Mike and Butcher, who, after pretending to not know where you were, privately told me that I should check inside his bunk. Seriously Nat what the fuck are you doing in here?” She pulled the sheet down, revealing her friend topless. “And fucking naked? The guy is an asshole!”

Nat frowned, too proud to admit that her feelings were hurt, and felt around for the clothes she’d been wearing last night. After Taylor told her no one else was on the bus but the two of them, she climbed down and redressed. She couldn’t believe what was happening, and that after last night he’d just left her there alone. And to top it all off, her ankle did still hurt.

She explained to Taylor what happened the night before, telling her about how well she and Mike got along and how almost sweet he was when they were alone together, Taylor laughed like hell, then cursed and threatened to tell Bill how big of an ass his band mate was, but swore in the end she wouldn’t say anything else about it ever. Then they got the fuck out of that bus.

The boys got to their tent after their show, all of them in high spirits, but Nat made sure to avoid Mike altogether. When she handed out their drinks, she gave Chislett an extra one to hand him instead of doing it herself, and made extra effort not to so much as glance his way.
Obviously, he was doing the same. The cocky bastard even had the gall to joke, laughing loudly at times and it just pissed Nat off. She rolled her eyes and huffed as she handed out t-shirts and buttons, and thought for sure she was in for it when Tony called her over from his position at Bill’s side.

“Yeah, what’s up Tony?” She asked, swallowing her anger for the moment.

“Hey there’s something I wanted to ask you Nat,”

She held her breath. ‘Oh shit, here we go,’

“Would you like to go on the fall tour with us? I mean, I don’t know if you need to talk to anyone or something, but, we’ll be leaving immediately after warped ends…”
Nat let out a deep breath, relief mostly. “Really? Wow that would be great actually! So yes, I will. Thank you Tony, thank you so much.”

Tony put his hands up. “Hey no need to thank me, thank that guy,” He pointed towards Mike, who was sneaking glances at them. “He’s the one who dragged me out of bed this morning for breakfast and told me you have a barber’s license or some shit. Seriously he wouldn’t shut up. He nagged me for an hour! I just figured I’d ask you first if you wanted to sell merch and cut hair for the rest of the year.”

Jaw dropped, she looked back over at Mike, who smiled, and gave her a wink before turning his attention back to his devoted fans.

Maybe he wasn’t such an asshole after all.