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When Pen finally awoke the next day, it was by Gerard. They had ended up in the spooning position, with Gerard's body curled around Pen's. He was kissing the back of her neck, making her laugh lightly as consciousness overcame her.
"Gerard, stop," she murmured, pulling away half-heartedly. "You're gonna give me a hickey."
"So," Gerard just hugged her closer to him, continuing to kiss and nuzzle, eliciting a giggle from his partner.
Pen turned so that she faced him. "Gerard," she began.
"Hmm?" he smiled gently as he looked at her.
"Do you have any more?"
"Any more what?" he was messing with her.
"You know perfectly well," she rolled her eyes, still smiling. She had a slight headache from being drunk last night, and she just knew that one or two lines would cure it.
"Well," he stroked his finger down her nose lightly. "That depends. It's gonna cost you..." he cast a deviant glance at her, smirking. Now, he knew, she definitely wouldn't...
She grinned, even though she was feeling slightly hesitant inside. What did that mean? Money? Something she didn't have, but she doubted that that was what he meant, anyway. No, she decided. She knew what he meant. The thing was, would she be able to do it? She was torn. On the one hand, she still had some shred of self-respect; on the other, she clearly remembered everything that had happened last night. The feelings, oh, the feelings. It was so wonderful, a floating euphoria that just completely filled her.
She had to have it again. Sooner rather than later.
Pen scooted in closer, placing her lips against Gerard's. They made out for a while, Pen sliding her hands up and down his upper torso. After a while, her hands dipped down his chest and stomach, hovering above his groin area, where a slight bulge grew at her touch. Gerard gasped in the back of his throat, but kept his mouth on Pen's. She slid his zipper down the track, pulling out Gerard's quickly stiffening member. She slid her hand along it's length making his hips jerk and causing him to moan loudly into her mouth.
She began to stroke him to orgasm; starting slowly at first, gradually picking up the pace and making Gerard toss his head back and moan loudly. Pen roughly grabbed the back of his head and connected their lips again; if she was going to do this, she was going to enjoy something.
After a few minutes of Pen's very skillful fingers working him, Gerard erupted all over her hand and a bit on her pants. She wiped it off and went to wash it in the bathroom. Once she had cleaned up, she walked out of the bathroom and jumped onto the bed.
"Now," she straddled Gerard's hips, pinning him to the bed. "Do you have any more?"
As an answer, he just smirked up at her and lightly grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her down into another kiss. "For you," he murmured around her lips. "Anything."
A few minutes later, Pen was floating out to the main room of the bus. Well, in her mind she was floating. In reality, she was stumbling all around, grabbing hold of the things around her to keep from falling, in addition to Gerard's hands steadying her at the waist. He had done as much blow as Pen, but his body had built up more tolerance over time, so he didn't trip as much as he had when he'd first started.
Pen, however, was flying high. Her heart soared, her chest swelled, and her mind was reeling with such a foreign feeling of worth and happiness. She giggled when they came upon the rest of the band. "Hi...guys..." she trilled, grinning widely.
"...Hi, Pen..." Mikey gave her an odd look, wondering what was wrong with her.
"Penelope," Bob nodded in her direction, not bothering to give her a look or ask what was wrong, since he figured someone else would do it.
Frank addressed Gerard, proving Bob to be correct. "Drunk, or high?"
Gerard grinned, in a sick sort of triumph. "High. Coke," he added, not leaving Frank hanging for the high-five he held out for.
Mikey's jaw dropped, then set; he clenched and unclenched his teeth. "Gerard..." he said, giving his brother a death-stare. "Can I speak to you...please...for a second?" With that, he got up, grabbing the older man by the front of the shirt and dragging him back into his room. Mikey slammed the door closed, and the gang could hear him stomping around as he yelled obscenities, insults, and threats at his brother. As his tirade began to die down, Pen got the feeling that she should hi-tail it outta there for an hour or two, to give Mikey a chance to cool off.
She ran quickly to Mikey's room, where her duffel bag was, and grabbed her money sock, just in case. She then ran back out to the main part of the bus, announced that she was taking a walk, and ran out. The cold, biting air calmed her as she filled her lungs. Pen was still slightly trippy from the coke, but it seemed to be wearing off.
Had she caused Mikey to be so mad at Gerard that it may have ruined their relationship? Pen bit her lip. She would never forgive herself for breaking up two brothers, all because she had been greedy...but still...It had felt so good...Pen admitted to herself that she probably wouldn't feel all that bad if Gerard continued to give her what she needed.
Pen shook her head, marveling at how much she had changed in the few days she had been with these guys, and already she had formed something of a niche with them, changing herself a bit to fit the mold. She counted back the days she'd been with the band...Yesterday had been the 22nd, and today was the 23rd...Holy shit! Pen smacked herself in the forehead. She hadn't thought about Christmas at all, and it was the day after next! She thought; should she get the guys gifts?
Yes, she decided. They had been too nice to her just in taking her in when they first found her, and now Pen was touring with them indefinitely. Yes, Pen nodded to herself. She'd have to get them gifts, even if they thought it was lame, which they probably did.
An hour later, she had found her way to a small shopping center near where the bus had been parked. She was shopping around the little places, examining everything carefully, thinking about what each man might want or use.
By the end of another half-hour, she had found gifts for everyone, except Bob. She was absolutely stumped on what to get him. As she combed the aisles for the second and third time, she became increasingly worried that she'd just have to get him something lame with no thought or reason behind it. She pressed on, not acknowledging that option.
Finally, having passed another half-hour, and with her money-sock feeling considerably lighter, Pen made her way back to the bus. Stepping on, a blast of hot air greeted her, warming her all over.
"I'm back," Pen said, before remembering that she had a bag full of Christmas gifts for them that they would probably inquire about when they saw them. Shit.
"Hey, Pen," said Ray as she entered the bus. "What's in the bag?"
"Uhh...Nothing! Nothing. I just..." She ran back into Mikey's room to hide the gifts in the back of the closet until later, when she could wrap them. She walked back out to the rest of the group, all there, save for Gerard, who was apparently in his room, due to the shut door and loud music blaring from there.
"What was that all about?" Mikey questioned, seeming to have calmed down, at least for now.
"Hm?" Pen looked at him innocently.
"The bag, what was it?"
"Bag? What bag?"
"The bag you just brought in!"
"Hm?"
"The--nevermind," he said exasperated, accepting that she wasn't going to tell. A smirk on Pen's side caused Mikey to laugh and roll his eyes. "You are impossible."
"But isn't that what you love about me?"
"...Among other things."
Pen looked down, smiling to herself.
Sorry I had to get somewhat graphic there in the beginning. I felt that that was somewhat necessary (?) You'll understand later on, I suppose. Okay. So, anyway...what did you think of this update? I meant to upload before this, but I got busy with a social life and completely forgot that I was supposed to do this. Haha, sorry. So yeah. Go comment/rate/sub/whatever it is that you feel the need to do. Kthxbai OverAndOutxx
Bee-Tee-Dubs: Happy Birthday to VendettaEmma. =] She's a pretty koo kat.
"Gerard, stop," she murmured, pulling away half-heartedly. "You're gonna give me a hickey."
"So," Gerard just hugged her closer to him, continuing to kiss and nuzzle, eliciting a giggle from his partner.
Pen turned so that she faced him. "Gerard," she began.
"Hmm?" he smiled gently as he looked at her.
"Do you have any more?"
"Any more what?" he was messing with her.
"You know perfectly well," she rolled her eyes, still smiling. She had a slight headache from being drunk last night, and she just knew that one or two lines would cure it.
"Well," he stroked his finger down her nose lightly. "That depends. It's gonna cost you..." he cast a deviant glance at her, smirking. Now, he knew, she definitely wouldn't...
She grinned, even though she was feeling slightly hesitant inside. What did that mean? Money? Something she didn't have, but she doubted that that was what he meant, anyway. No, she decided. She knew what he meant. The thing was, would she be able to do it? She was torn. On the one hand, she still had some shred of self-respect; on the other, she clearly remembered everything that had happened last night. The feelings, oh, the feelings. It was so wonderful, a floating euphoria that just completely filled her.
She had to have it again. Sooner rather than later.
Pen scooted in closer, placing her lips against Gerard's. They made out for a while, Pen sliding her hands up and down his upper torso. After a while, her hands dipped down his chest and stomach, hovering above his groin area, where a slight bulge grew at her touch. Gerard gasped in the back of his throat, but kept his mouth on Pen's. She slid his zipper down the track, pulling out Gerard's quickly stiffening member. She slid her hand along it's length making his hips jerk and causing him to moan loudly into her mouth.
She began to stroke him to orgasm; starting slowly at first, gradually picking up the pace and making Gerard toss his head back and moan loudly. Pen roughly grabbed the back of his head and connected their lips again; if she was going to do this, she was going to enjoy something.
After a few minutes of Pen's very skillful fingers working him, Gerard erupted all over her hand and a bit on her pants. She wiped it off and went to wash it in the bathroom. Once she had cleaned up, she walked out of the bathroom and jumped onto the bed.
"Now," she straddled Gerard's hips, pinning him to the bed. "Do you have any more?"
As an answer, he just smirked up at her and lightly grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her down into another kiss. "For you," he murmured around her lips. "Anything."
A few minutes later, Pen was floating out to the main room of the bus. Well, in her mind she was floating. In reality, she was stumbling all around, grabbing hold of the things around her to keep from falling, in addition to Gerard's hands steadying her at the waist. He had done as much blow as Pen, but his body had built up more tolerance over time, so he didn't trip as much as he had when he'd first started.
Pen, however, was flying high. Her heart soared, her chest swelled, and her mind was reeling with such a foreign feeling of worth and happiness. She giggled when they came upon the rest of the band. "Hi...guys..." she trilled, grinning widely.
"...Hi, Pen..." Mikey gave her an odd look, wondering what was wrong with her.
"Penelope," Bob nodded in her direction, not bothering to give her a look or ask what was wrong, since he figured someone else would do it.
Frank addressed Gerard, proving Bob to be correct. "Drunk, or high?"
Gerard grinned, in a sick sort of triumph. "High. Coke," he added, not leaving Frank hanging for the high-five he held out for.
Mikey's jaw dropped, then set; he clenched and unclenched his teeth. "Gerard..." he said, giving his brother a death-stare. "Can I speak to you...please...for a second?" With that, he got up, grabbing the older man by the front of the shirt and dragging him back into his room. Mikey slammed the door closed, and the gang could hear him stomping around as he yelled obscenities, insults, and threats at his brother. As his tirade began to die down, Pen got the feeling that she should hi-tail it outta there for an hour or two, to give Mikey a chance to cool off.
She ran quickly to Mikey's room, where her duffel bag was, and grabbed her money sock, just in case. She then ran back out to the main part of the bus, announced that she was taking a walk, and ran out. The cold, biting air calmed her as she filled her lungs. Pen was still slightly trippy from the coke, but it seemed to be wearing off.
Had she caused Mikey to be so mad at Gerard that it may have ruined their relationship? Pen bit her lip. She would never forgive herself for breaking up two brothers, all because she had been greedy...but still...It had felt so good...Pen admitted to herself that she probably wouldn't feel all that bad if Gerard continued to give her what she needed.
Pen shook her head, marveling at how much she had changed in the few days she had been with these guys, and already she had formed something of a niche with them, changing herself a bit to fit the mold. She counted back the days she'd been with the band...Yesterday had been the 22nd, and today was the 23rd...Holy shit! Pen smacked herself in the forehead. She hadn't thought about Christmas at all, and it was the day after next! She thought; should she get the guys gifts?
Yes, she decided. They had been too nice to her just in taking her in when they first found her, and now Pen was touring with them indefinitely. Yes, Pen nodded to herself. She'd have to get them gifts, even if they thought it was lame, which they probably did.
An hour later, she had found her way to a small shopping center near where the bus had been parked. She was shopping around the little places, examining everything carefully, thinking about what each man might want or use.
By the end of another half-hour, she had found gifts for everyone, except Bob. She was absolutely stumped on what to get him. As she combed the aisles for the second and third time, she became increasingly worried that she'd just have to get him something lame with no thought or reason behind it. She pressed on, not acknowledging that option.
Finally, having passed another half-hour, and with her money-sock feeling considerably lighter, Pen made her way back to the bus. Stepping on, a blast of hot air greeted her, warming her all over.
"I'm back," Pen said, before remembering that she had a bag full of Christmas gifts for them that they would probably inquire about when they saw them. Shit.
"Hey, Pen," said Ray as she entered the bus. "What's in the bag?"
"Uhh...Nothing! Nothing. I just..." She ran back into Mikey's room to hide the gifts in the back of the closet until later, when she could wrap them. She walked back out to the rest of the group, all there, save for Gerard, who was apparently in his room, due to the shut door and loud music blaring from there.
"What was that all about?" Mikey questioned, seeming to have calmed down, at least for now.
"Hm?" Pen looked at him innocently.
"The bag, what was it?"
"Bag? What bag?"
"The bag you just brought in!"
"Hm?"
"The--nevermind," he said exasperated, accepting that she wasn't going to tell. A smirk on Pen's side caused Mikey to laugh and roll his eyes. "You are impossible."
"But isn't that what you love about me?"
"...Among other things."
Pen looked down, smiling to herself.
Sorry I had to get somewhat graphic there in the beginning. I felt that that was somewhat necessary (?) You'll understand later on, I suppose. Okay. So, anyway...what did you think of this update? I meant to upload before this, but I got busy with a social life and completely forgot that I was supposed to do this. Haha, sorry. So yeah. Go comment/rate/sub/whatever it is that you feel the need to do. Kthxbai OverAndOutxx
Bee-Tee-Dubs: Happy Birthday to VendettaEmma. =] She's a pretty koo kat.
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