Unbreakable

“Has anyone seen my pants?” Ronnie bellows. He is currently running around backstage in his boxers. God help us.

“You literally had them yesterday,” I tell him. I’m getting the amps hooked up to the sound boards. I do not have time for this.

“No, those were my black ones!”

“Ronnie, all of your pants are black. You have to be more specific than that.”

“I’m looking for my joggers,” he whines. The fact that we are having a conversation while he is pantsless just shows how close we are. It doesn’t phase me at all.

“Okay let’s see.. You wore them to Austin. You wore them on the plane to Alabama. DId you wash them in Jackson?”

A look of horror crosses my friend’s face. “Oh no! I left them in Mississippi!” Ronnie puts his hands on the side of his face, and he starts pacing. “I lost my comfiest pair of pants! What am I going ot wear to travel now? Tum I can’t wear jeans all day everyday, I’ll lose circulation!”

“Ronnie chill!” I laugh. “Have you checked your big suitcase?”

“Why would I check there?”

“You put all of your clean clothes in there you nimrod!” I’m laughing harder now. “Go check it right now, you have ten minutes until sound check.” Ronnie nods, and walks out the backdoor.

I finish hooking up the amps, and I call all of the techies out to test all of the instruments. Ashley’s bass has been sounding really off these last few shows. I don’t know if it’s his amp, or if it’s something in the guitar itself. We replaced the patch cord, and that wasn’t it. I honestly have no idea what is wrong with the thing.

After the techies are done, I test out the LED boards, lasers, and light trees. We still have three minutes to kill before sound check. I watch Andy go out for a smoke, and a wicked idea forms in my head.

Making sure no one is watching me, I leave my post and head for his dressing room. I carefully close the door behind me, and look for a good place to hide. Closet? No, that’s too easy. Oh hey! Look at all of the space under the couch. I drop to my belly, and slide myself underneath. There’s just enough space for me to fit without it being hard to breathe.

It seems like hours before Andy comes back in, but I know it’s probably only been a few minutes. He walks in, his boots clicking with each step. When he sits down on the couch, the cushions press into my back. He turns on the TV, and gets comfortable. Too comfortable. With a steady hand, I lash out and grab onto his ankle.

Andy leaps from the couch, and exclaims, “Jesus what the fuck!” I start dying under the couch. “Who’s in here?” My laugh goes from a belly laugh to a squeak. “Laci is that you?”

“Yeah!” I cry.

“Andy drops to the floor, and looks at me. “You’re gonna get it when you get out from under there.” His threat is betrayed by the smile on his face.

“Who says I’m ever coming out?” I grin.

“Well you have to run the show eventually,” Andy’s smile is so cute. It’s one of his genuine smiles that he only uses around us, and it’s contagious.

“This is why we should hire interns.”

“So you can just scare the bejesus out of us while they work? I don’t think so. Come on Lace, you’re going to be late for soundcheck.”

“I’m not coming out until you promise not to hurt me,” my voice takes on the toddlerish tone that I know works on the guys.

“Fine…” Andy sighs, “I promise.” I slide out from my place under the couch. Out of nowhere, Andy grabs me, and pulls me onto his lap. “You never said anything about tickling!”

His fingers tickle my stomach, and I squeal with laughter. “Andy stop!” I try to roll away, but he keeps my back firmly planted to his thighs.

“What’s wrong Tum?” Andy asks. I scream for him to stop again, but he continues. “I don’t know what’s the matter with you, why are you screaming?” Andy starts laughing with me, which makes me laugh even harder. My face starts to ache and my sides burn from laughing so hard.

“What’s going on in here?” I look to the door,and see Ashley standing in the frame. He sees Andy and I on the floor, and smiles. “You found out she was ticklish did you?”

“She doesn’t seem like she would be,” Andy smiles, and tickles my stomach again.

“Andy!” I scream.

“Come on babe, you know I don’t like it when you scream for other men,” Ashley winks. I grab both of Andy’s wrists, and push them so he can’t touch me. “Oh no Andy, she’s resisting!” Ashley runs over and drops to the floor. “I’ve got you.”

Together the two of them hold me down, and tickle me until I’m crying. “Guys this is threesome material,” I smile. They both stop, look at each other, and push away. “Yes! I knew it would work!” I jump up, and run out the door as fast as I can.

“Oh no you don’t,” Ashley grabs my waist from behind, and pulls me to him. He kisses me on the cheek, and I laugh. “Are you going to scream my name like that later?”

“We’ll see,” I giggle.

Ashley turns my face so I’m looking at him before he places a gentle kiss on my lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too Cowboy.” Hearing his nickname makes him turn my body around to face him. His lips find mine, sending sparks through my body. I grab his face to pull him closer. A low growl sounds in the back of his throat and he grabs my hips. He forces my mouth open with his jaw, and our tongues battle for dominance. My right hand weaves into his hair, pulling him even closer. We’re too far away, Clothes are an unnecessary obstacle. Ashley’s hands start to work my shirt off jsut as someone clears their throat.

“You guys could at least have the decency to go into a dressing room,” Jacky smiles. “Lace we need to do soundcheck. Sorry Ash, you’ll have to go finish in Mary palmer and her five sisters.” The three of us burst out laughing, and I leave with Jacky. Not before seeing Ashley lick his lips, and wink at me. Yeah he’s going to be finishing in me tonight.

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“With knives and pens, we made our plight!” The crowd here in Orlando is so loud. They've been singing along to every song, and their volume rivals the amps. The guys love crowds like this.

They move onto “Rebel Love Song”. Ashley has been giving me the sexy look all night, but it intensifies during this song. A storm rages in his eyes, which in turn, makes a storm rage in my stomach. Keep it together uterus!

Sweat shines on Ashley's bare chest, and makes his hair stick together. He is so hot like this. I can just picture him on top of me, all sweaty and sexy, about to push inside. Lace stop thinking like that! You have a job to do!

I shake the images of Ashley out of my mind. I make sure not to look at him on stage so I don't get super turned on.

Focus. Wait, what's happening to Ashley's amp? Sparks fly from the back of it. The roadies next to it sheiks their faces, and back up. The Sparks stop, and all sound from that bass goes with it.

Everyone looks at me for direction. “Guys don't you dare stop playing.” I say into the walkie talkie. They all nod in conformation, and continue the song.

Ashley runs backstage looking panicked. I make sure I mite his mic before he gets the chance to talk. “Lace what do I do?”

“Just go out there and perform, we'll take care of this,” I push him back onto the stage, and holler for Ben. “Ben grab my bass tackle box and meet me by Ashley's amp!”

I make sure I don't run across the stage. I walk efficiently, and as inconspicuously as possible. Which is hard to do when you're dating a band member. The crowd cheers my name, so I wave before slipping behind Ashley's amp.

Shit, it is a blown fuse. Ben, the bass tech, comes to my side with my bass kit. I unscrew the broken fuse, ignoring the searing hot pain from the glass, and throw it behind me. Ben hands me a new fuse, and I put it in. Sound deffins us when it's fully connected. We walk back across the stage, and give Ashley a thumbs up.


“Laci you need to ice that right now,” Ben tells me when we get backstage.

“Ben I'm fine.” I am not fine. I can feel the boils rising and popping on my hand.

“No you're not. Go to the bathroom, and run cold water over that. Do not make me take you there by force.” Ben talks firmly, but not unkindly. I nod, and head for the bathroom. Ben brings his walkie talkie to his mouth. “Can someone get some ice, and bring it to the bathroom. Laci burned her hand.” Thanks mate.

I use my unburned hand to open the door, and I go to the sink. The cold water stings when it makes contact.

The burn looks nasty. It's an angry red color, and it's oozing puss. Blisters dot the surface.

There's a knock on the door, and John walks in with a bag of ice. “What the hell did you do?”

“I unscrewed a blown fuse barehanded,” I inform him.

“Ooh, not smart,” John hands me the bag. I wince when I hold it against my wound. “Why didn't you use gloves?”

“I have no idea, I wasn't thinking.”

“Tell me about it. Are you going to be able to work?”

“Oh definitely, I'm going to go back now.” John holds the door for me, and I walk back to my post.

The guys are at the end of their set. “Fallen Angels” blares through the speakers. Ben was covering me on the sound panel. I tap him in the shoulder, and smile. “Thank you,” I yell into his ear. Ben looks up any me with his thumb up. “Let's dance!” I grab bens hands, and tug him to his feet.

“I don't know how!” He yells.

“Just feel it!” I jump around and move my hips to the beat. Ben and I sing along with the guys. He starts to loosen up as the song goes on. I didn't know Ben could be this fun.

The song ends with a beautiful chord, and the crashing of drums. The crowd cheers, the crowd roars, the guys bow. “Hey pretty lady,” Ashley says when he gets backstage. He picks me up, and kisses me. “Hoes your hand?” I hold my hand up to his face. “Ouch, is that from my amp?” I nod.

“Sorry Ash, you have to go do a signing,” John says.

“I gotta go Rose,” Ashley kisses my forehead before leaning into my ear, “I'll make sure to keep your mind off of your hand tonight.” He nips my neck, sets me down, and walks to the signing. My heart is pounding and my mind is already off of my hand.

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I really do love the fans, but when they hone in on my action, I get slightly annoyed. I love how happy the fans make them feel. I love how supportive they are. But I want to have sex. Now.

It's been an hour since I left the venue. The line was still huge. Which means I'm going to be alone in the hotel room for awhile. I try to pass the time by channel surfing, but there's nothing on.

There are footsteps in the hallway. My heart rate accelerates. My anticipation builds, but the footsteps keep going. Damn it. There are more footsteps, and this time Ashley walking into the room. “Hey!” I exclaim.

“Hey yourself,” I get up to greet him, and notice a patch cord in his hand.

“What's that for?”

“You'll see,” he smirks. Oh lord, the smirk. I feel my insides clenching, and I struggle to control my breathing. Ashley towers over me, his hot breath tickles my face. “Did you miss me Rose?” He asks all low and sexy like.

“Y-yes,” I stutter.

Ashley tilts my chin up, and presses his lips against mine. “Good.” A beast takes over my body. I grab his neck, and force him closer. I need him closer.

He backs us up until we fall into the bed. My leg wraps around his waist. He picks me up, and sets me down so I'm closer to the headboard. Ashley kisses down my neck, he goes lower with every shirt button he undoes. When my shirt is all the way open, he drags his tongue all the way up my stomach and into my mouth. He puts one bra strap down at a time, and takes it off.

Ashley gets off me. He's back on his knees with that erotic smirk on his face. Ashley slowly takes off his belt. He snaps my leg with it when it's off. He crawls back in top of me, and puts my hand over my head. “We can't have you using that hand if yours now can we?” The cool leather of his belt wraps around my wrists. He pulls them tightly together. I want him.

Ashley looks me right in the eye. “You said you were flexible right?” I nod my head, and Ashley's smirk gets more wicked. “Perfect.”

He starts kissing me everywhere, moving further down as he goes. He forcefully pulls my leggings and panties off. The Ashley kisses all the way down to my feet. He grabs the patch cord, and my right leg. He pulls my leg above my head, and secures it to my hands with the patch cord. He then ties the other leg down with a scarf. “Now the fun really begins.” Oh lord.

Ashley kisses up my thigh, and in between my legs. My back arches when his tongue makes contact with my clit. He suckles and flicks it around. Small moans of pleasure leave my mouth. Ashley pushes his mouth harder against me, and A cry escapes my lips.

For some reason Ashley gets up, walks over to my leggings, and pulls my panties out of them. “We can't have you disturbing the neighbors,” he smiles before putting them in my mouth.

Ashley gets back on top of me, and starts sucking my nipple. The fabric in my mouth mutes the sounds of lust coming out of my mouth. He flicks my hard nipple around with his tongue, and slips a finger inside me. I bite down on the panties to try to keep my moans at bay, but he hits my g spot and I lost all control.

I pull on all of my restraints, but they don't give. Ashley adds another finger, and I can't wait any longer. My body aches with wanting. I try to tell him that I need him, but my underwear gag makes it incomprehensible. Ashley surrounds my nipple with his teeth, and sucks in. I scream in pleasure, pulling even harder in my restraints, but I'm still at the mercy of Ashley.

“Be patient Rose,” sex oozes from his voice. “Good things cum to those who wait.” Ashley removes his fingers, and strokes between my folds. I silently beg him to go inside me, but he enjoys teasing.

Ashley stops all contact abruptly. He stands at the foot of the bed like a fully clothed sex God. He slowly takes his shirt of, his abs make my body go haywire. He takes off his pants to reveal a raging erection. Ashley rolls a condom on it, and climbs back onto me.

He hovers over me, making sure that the only place I'm being touched is my pussy. He lines up and pushes into me. I cry out and arch into him, trying to get more contact.

All thoughts of taking his time leave his mind as he pounds into me. I buck my hips to meet his. Ashley lowers himself so there's no distance between us. He bites and sucks on the sweet spot in my neck.

One of his fingers finds its way to my clit. He traces and caresses it into pleasure. I'm filled with ecstasy.

I get louder and louder with every flick of the wrist and twitch in the hips. I scream his name, but my screams are muffled. I feel myself getting closer and closer to my climax, and I know he is too. His strokes are getting faster and sloppier.

Out hips move in sync, I scream louder and louder until I feel myself release all over him. Ashley growls, and I feel him cum too.

We ride out our highs. Ashley collapses on top of me after he pulls out. The two of us just lie there catching our breaths. Who new patch cords could be so fun.

Notes

Hey guys, sorry this is two days later than I said I would have it up. It was like no one wanted me to get this up. Everyone in my house was asking me to run around to do stuff, or telling me to get off the computer. Sorry it's unedited. Sorry I won't be posting this weekend, I'm going to NYC this morning. Thank you all for reading, have a great day. ;)