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Part Four

Patrick's POV

I sat there in the corner, quietly tuning my guitar, gently picking at the strings just enough to hear the notes it was playing. Pete was talking on his phone. Again. Andy was busy practicing his drumming on his kit, and Joe was playing chords loudly into a crisp, clean sounding amp. This rehearsal was totally pointless to me. We'd already rehearsed plenty for this upcoming tour. It didn't even start until next week. It's not like it was new music. And it's not like my voice was going to die in the next few days. I took too much care of my voice for it to die and not sound good. This was taking up my precious time. My guitar finally sounded right, and I strummed a few chords on it, just to check. I couldn't focus on this if I wanted to. The only thing on my mind was her. Keliah. Her, and her beautiful auburn hair that glistened in sunlight. All I could see in my mind was the way she looked when I woke up this morning. That soft sunlight coming through the window, dancing upon her skin, radiating her beauty. Thick, auburn hair softly falling onto her shoulders. The way she looked dancing in the kitchen. With her hips swaying slowly, but surely to the steady beat of the guitar chords. It wouldn't be long until I would see her again. I took my guitar off my lap, set it on its stand sitting next to me, and proceeded to put my face in my hands.
"What's the matter, Pattycakes?"
Pete sat down next to me, putting his phone in his pocket. "Is somebody turning into a lovesick puppy?" he said, nudging me in the shoulder. 
"Shut up, Pete. You have no idea."
"You're right. I don't. And I definitely want to."
"No, dude, just stop."
"My god, what have you gotten yourself into? We used to be the only people you talked to, and now you won't even tell us about your girlfriend. You've got it bad, bro."
"You're telling me? I'm in love with this girl, Pete."
"Well, that much is obvious. You had sex with her after two days. And she gave you a blow job. Who doesn't love a girl who gives you a blow job?"
I rolled my eyes at him. "Maybe that's why I don't tell you these things. Because you say things like THAT."
"Oh, come on, I'm just kidding. You've got to loosen up a bit."
"You're right...I mean, I can't be that awesome to hang out with when I act like this."
"And you are correct. So, 'loosened-up' Patrick, tell us about how amazing Keliah is."
I smiled, and Joe and Andy had made their way over to us.
"Yes, please do. We've been wanting to know since she showed up at our hotel room in her pajamas."
I shrugged and lied. "Not much to tell, I guess."      
"THAT IS A BOLD-FACED LIE, PATRICK VAUGHN STUMP AND YOU KNOW IT." Pete shouted.
"OH MY GOD, FINE!"
"That's better." Pete said with a grin on his face. A grin that made me want to punch it off his face.
"Fine. She was amazing. Better than I've ever had in my whole life. And she...no, you guys won't believe me. Hell, I didn't believe it..."
Joe crossed him arms. "Try us. We'll probably believe you now that you said that anyways."
I cleared my throat. "She....she was a....a virgin."
"PATRICK! YOU DOG!" Joe yelled.
"Are you serious right now? I tell you that, and that's what you say?"
"Nah, I'm just kidding. Did you know before or after?"
"Afterwards. We were just talking after breakfast, and I got insecure about something, and she told me that she WAS a virgin."
"No way, dude. That's insane." Andy said. Pete had been silent so far. I turned to him and snarled, "What, no quick remarks about that one?"
Pete finally snapped out of it and said, "I'm sorry, I was just wondering why in the world she would give it up to YOU of all people."
I got angrier with each word. "What do you mean, ME of all people?"
Pete suddenly got a scared look on his face and started to take back what he said.
"No, no, I didn't mean it like that. I love you, man, you know that. But...look at yourself. Most of your body is covered up by layers of clothing. You hide behind a microphone stand, with a hat to hide your face. I never thought that girls went for that kind of thing."
I was about to retort back at him about his makeup wearing, pansy ass, but Andy spoke up first.
"Pete. Are you really that shallow? Have you heard Patrick's voice lately? I have heard girls at our meet and greets that claim Patrick's voice alone gave them orgasms. I think he's probably just as attractive as you are to our fans."
I nodded at Andy, showing my appreciation for him having my back.  
"Yeah. Just because I don't wear makeup and try to make myself look pretty doesn't mean that I can't get a girl." I said defensively.
"But...I guess I don't get it. You hardly move onstage, but the minute you start to sing into that mic, girls go crazy?"
I turned to him and snapped, "Hey, I play guitar too."
Joe nodded. "Apparently you haven't been paying attention to the crowds, Pete. I have seen girls pass out."
I patted Pete on the shoulder. "Look, if it makes you feel any better, I don't get it either. I don't know why girls scream my name instead of yours. I also have no idea why Kel gave it up to me either. I asked her why, and she said something about when she heard my voice, she just knew. I can't explain it, man. You know that girls confuse me."  
Pete just shook his head. "No, no, I'm being an ass about this. You totally deserve Keliah. You spend so much time on music, it might be good for you to have a muse for once." His constant smirk came back on his face. "She could help you get your, "creative juices" flowing."
I sighed, ignoring Pete's joke. "I'm afraid she's way more than a muse to me already."
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Keliah's POV

I sat on the couch with my iPod hooked into the living room speakers, reading a magazine. I heaved a sigh, and laid down on my back, throwing the magazine to the floor. Patrick left only 10 minutes ago and I already missed his hands on my waist, pinning my body to his. Just then I heard a key turn in the door, and sat back up to see Farrah stumbling in the room with her hand on her forehead, blonde hair sticking out in wild curls. I smiled.
"Hey, it's about time you got here!"
"Ugh. I feel like shit. What did I miss last night...and this morning?" she said, glancing at the clock.
"Let's see. Patrick and I had a wonderful date, he stayed the night, he had no clothes to wear this morning, I had to sneak over to his hotel room to get clothes for him, the guys harassed me for a bit about it, I gave him his clothes, we had breakfast, and then he left for rehearsal."
She stared at me. "So...not much then?"
"Oh, and we had sex."
"WHAT!?!"
I grinned at her as she clutched her forehead again from her own yelling.
"Yep! Last night!"
"You gave it up to him? Seriously? I know you said you liked his voice and all..."
"Oh, and trust me, the rest of him is just as amazing."
"...but I didn't think you'd go THAT far. Was it good?"
"Beyond fantastic. How was your night out with the guys?"
"Good. Lots of drinking. Lots of dancing. That's about it. I didn't get lucky, unlike SOME people."
I giggled. "He's coming back over sometime tonight. Hey, do you have any plans for this afternoon?"
"Other than taking a lot of painkillers to get rid of this headache, nothing. Why?"
"I was thinking of taking a trip to a spa today."
She immediately pulled her hand off her head and said, "I'll be ready in ten minutes."
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Patrick's POV

"...where is your boy tonight, 
I hope he is a gentleman, 
maybe he won't find out what I know, 
you were the last good thing about this part of town."
We ended the last song of our set and high-fived each other.
Pete unplugged his bass. "That sounded awesome guys. We're going to rock this tour. We sound amazing right now."
Joe nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I'll agree with that. We should celebrate sometime in honor of our awesome-ness." He smiled with his usual deviousness, grinning at his own joke.
I grabbed my guitar and put it into its case. "I can bring Kel and Farrah along right?"
"Of course. Farrah is way too much fun to be around." Joe smiled again.
Pete laughed. "HA! Joe has the hots for Farrah! I've been trying to get him to admit that since we left the club last night!"
I raised my eyebrow at him. "You like Farrah? Really?"
Joe shrugged. "She's hot, I guess."
Andy got up from behind his drums, twirling a drumstick in between his fingers. "I think she's adorable."
Pete stared. "Are you serious right now? You're both crushing on the same girl? That's amazing."
Joe turned to Andy. "She likes me better anyways."
"Oh yeah? You should've seen her face when I whispered in her ear yesterday!"
I was first to get in between the two of them. "Alright, guys, come on. Don't do this to each other, you're best friends."
Andy and Joe sighed. "Fine," Andy said. "Why don't we make a bet then?"
"Sounds awesome. Whichever one of us can woo Farrah first gets her."
I stuttered in between them. I hated when I got nervous. "Wouldn't it be s-smarter t-to let F-Farrah choose?"
"Alright then." Joe said, a competitive gleam in his eye.
"If I win, he has to give me his vintage Green Lantern lantern."
Andy, keen on getting the girl apparently, spat back, "And if I win, he has to give me his 1960's Batmobile die cast collectible."
Pete spoke up. "Those are some high stakes, guys..."
Joe smirked. "All the more reason to try and win Farrah over."
I sighed and picked up my guitar case. "You guys are totally asking for it. This is not going to end well. Are we going to leave finally?"
Joe and Andy shook hands to close the bet, and nodded. "Yeah, we're good to go."
Pete smiled. "That's what she said." he giggled as we all walked to our cars.
I laughed and threw my stuff into the trunk of my Honda Civic, happy to be going back to where Keliah was. I had to make one stop and pick up something before I went back though... 
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Keliah's POV

We walked back into the hotel, feeling refreshed and relaxed. I sighed and laid down on the sofa. 
"God, do I wish we had spas like that back home."
"True that, girl." Farrah said, walking into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge.
"Those skin treatments did wonders, seriously. My entire body feels soft." I said, pulling my knees up to my chest and sitting upright. I looked at the clock. 7:00. Patrick would be back soon. A smile came over my face at the thought of him.
"What are you so smiley about?" Farrah said.
"Oh, nothing." I smiled again.
"It's about the love of your life isn't it?"
"...maaaaaaybe."
She turned to look at the clock as well, and her eyes got wide. "Oh, shit! I've got to go get some makeup from the store! I meant to on the way home, and I completely forgot! I'll be back later. God knows where I'm going to find makeup at this time." She grabbed the hotel and car keys and opened the door.
Patrick stood there about to knock on the door, with a bright pink bag in his hand. "Farrah! Oh, hi! I didn't know you were-"
"It's fine, I'm going shopping anyways. You guys can have your make out sessions in peace. See ya, Kel!"
"Bye!" I yelled from the sofa, sitting cross-legged now.
Patrick walked in, closed the door behind him and smiled. "Hey."
"Hey." I said, with the biggest smile I could muster.
He set the pink bag down, and I stared at it for awhile, wondering what was in it.
"I missed you so much." he said, taking off his glasses and setting them on the table.
"I missed you too." He leaned over me, and pulled me into a passionate kiss. 
We broke apart and I pointed at the bag. "What's in the bag?"
"Well, I told you I would repay you for what you did this afternoon, didn't I? Well, inside that bag is part of it."
I giggled and reached over to try and look into it. He quickly grabbed the bag away from me, and said, "No, you can't see what's in it. Here, take my hand."
He held his hand out to me, and I took it, curious to see what he was going to do. He led me into the bedroom, and shut the door. "Close your eyes." he said. I slowly closed my eyes, waiting. I felt a blindfold get tied around my face. He then picked me up and laid me gently onto the bed.
"What's going on, Patrick?"
"Do you trust me?"
"What?"
"I said, do you trust me?"
"Of course."
"Then just relax."
I first felt his hands run up my thighs, undressing the bottom half of me. Once I was naked, I could hear his footsteps move to the left side of me. He took my arm and I felt something fuzzy go around my wrists and a clicking sound. He then moved over to my right, and did the same. I then heard him walk to the front of the bed, and I felt the same fuzzy thing on both my ankles. It was then that I finally realized what was going on. I was handcuffed to the bed. I tried to move my arms and legs but they would not budge. 
"Just relax, Kel. You have to trust me."
I took a deep breath and nodded. Then, I felt warm breath on my privates. The feeling made me shiver. I could just imagine him smirking at my reactions and then he started licking. My body was going into intense spasms because of my situation. I couldn't move my arms, my legs, and I couldn't see what was going on. It was erotic. He continued on and I started to moan. After he'd heard me moan, he stopped and pulled away. I almost cried out, not wanting him to stop, but soon enough, I felt him climb onto the bed, and insert two fingers in me. I started moaning his name, as he moved his fingers in and out, curling them upwards as he did so. My hips were jerking upwards involuntarily again, and he moved his fingers in and out faster. I could heard him whisper, "Come on, scream my name...". I jerked my hips upwards again, writhing in pleasure. "OH GOD, PATRICK! PATRICK, PATRICK, PATRICK!" I said with every spasm as the orgasm rushed through my body. I felt him pull his fingers out and then crawl on top of me. He pulled the blindfold off and smiled. "Did you like it?"
I took a deep breath, my body still having slight spasms, and said, "How about you un-handcuff me here, and I'll show you how much."
"Nope, you gotta tell me first." He grinned.
I threw my head back as he grinded his hips into mine and cried out, "Okay, okay, I give. That was the most incredible, erotic, sexy, and orgasmic thing I have ever experienced in my whole life." He leaned down and kissed me hard, still knowing I couldn't move. "Anything else you want me to do before I let you go?" he said, kissing my neck. "Anything you want to do. Have your way with me." I said, closing my eyes as he kissed my body. I opened my eyes again to see his eyes light up with ideas. He slid one hand up my thigh, and kissed me gently this time. "Ok, but don't say I didn't ask first."
"Trust me, any part of my body is yours."
He smirked and slowly rolled my shirt up above my breasts. "I have been waiting to do this since I left this morning. I wanted this day to go so much faster, knowing that later I would have you all to myself again." he said, kissing his way up my stomach. His hands moved to the clasp in the front of my bra, and skillfully unhooked it. He pulled my bra away from my breasts and returned to kissing my stomach. He moved up slowly, eventually reaching my right breast, making me gasp at his warm kisses. He kept kissing, moving his hand to my left breast, gently caressing it, and moving his fingers lightly like they were playing a piano. I closed my eyes and just laid back. After he had kissed every inch of my body, I heard him get up and undo the handcuffs. I pulled my arms back, and took off my shirt and bra completely but didn't move my legs. "Wait-don't undo my legs yet." He looked at me with curiosity but obliged and clicked them back. He watched as I ran my hands on the inside of my thighs.
"Hey, Patrick, come here, I wanna try something."
"What?"
"I want you to sit behind me. I'll do the rest."
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Patrick's POV

I went ahead and climbed on the bed behind her, legs spread apart so we were form-fitted to each other. "Now, touch me." she said. My hands shook a little, not knowing what she was planning. They finally found their place, on her inner thigh. Next thing I knew, she placed her hands over mine and moved them to her privates. She was using my hands to pleasure herself. She moved my hand over her clit and rubbed until she started to moan my name again and orgasmed. I could feel the spasms coursing through her and her warmth as I pressed my chest to her back, letting her move my hands over her body. She then moved my hands up her stomach, then to her breasts. She placed my hands over them, cupping her breasts in my hands as she moaned. I felt myself get hard, and I know she did too. She grabbed my hands and pulled them away and whispered, "My body's still yours."
I climbed off the bed, undid my pants and boxers and moved to the front of the bed. I was throbbing by the time I pressed myself inside her. This time, I moaned and groaned more than she did. With each thrust, I went faster and faster until I felt myself starting to climax. I slowed down and she was begging for me to speed up. I went faster and deeper inside her and she exploded, calling out my name. I slowed down again, her walls tightened around me, and thrusted deep. "AH, GOD! FUCK!" My orgasm exploded inside her, fluids rushing through me. "God, Kel, you're going to be the death of me if we keep this up." I said as I collapsed on her chest. She took her hand and stroked it through my hair. "I don't know if I could stop after a night like this." she giggled. I smiled. "I love you so much, Keliah."
"I love you too, Patrick."
I heard the room door open, and Farrah dropping her purse on the kitchen counter.
She whispered quickly into my ear, "So....how fast do you think you can get me out of these cuffs now?"
I tried my hardest to suppress my laughter as I got up to unhook her.
"Boy...just imagine if we'd left the bedroom door open."