A New Kind Of Hell

Devin’s POV

I knew my ankle was broken. It had to be with, the amount of pain I was in. Finishing the tour with it was so painful I thought it couldn’t get anymore painful, but I was wrong, so very wrong. The surgery and recovery hurt so badly. I had to let it heal before I could walk and then they wanted me to walk on it and I couldn’t. What they did didn’t help. I knew it would be best if I stayed with my mom because she could keep an eye on me and make sure I was OK. My biggest fear was an addiction to another drug, like the pain medication they gave me.

Not talking to Chris hurt, but that was an emotional hurt. Ricky was the only one I had contact with and it made me feel better that someone at least new what was happening. The car ride over back to his house was fun, but I was dreading talking to Chris. He was going to ask questions and I knew my answers would be not acceptable to him. When he came out to the car, I was glad that he didn’t ask too many questions, but I knew they were coming.

So when they came, I told him that I had injured it a bit ago and it started hurting worse and worse and I got it checked out and they thought I needed surgery so they did it. The doctors saw that it was worse and that not much could be done other than what they tried to do. Because of that, I was in intense pain and I could barely walk.

I knew that if he ever found out the truth, he would be upset that I lied to him. He’d also be upset that I hid it from him and he’d be upset that I didn’t take care of my self like I should have, and I wouldn’t blame him.


“Now do you want to tell me how you really broke it?” he asked.

He chuckled at my reaction and said, “Your eyes betrayed the story you told.”

“Remember when you fell? Well I was the first one to your side. When I jumped, I originally rolled my ankle. I never felt it because I was full of so much adrenaline and anxiety. The adrenaline left and soon it was just Anxiety. I didn’t feel it for the longest time. And when we returned to tour, it hurt really bad. I took a couple Tylenol and called it a day, every night. Ricky found out and made me go to the doctors once we got back. They gave me surgery and told me that if it went well, I’d be fine. If it didn’t, I might not be able to walk normal again.”

Chris replied, “Oh Devin. How come you never said anything?”

“I didn’t know what to say. I was scared you’d yell at me. I know what I did was stupid and now I may have to pay for the rest of my life. I honestly hope there is a way to fix it. I don’t want to give up the band. I really don’t, but I don’t know what will happen.”

Chris hugged me, pulled me into his lap and said, “Whatever happens, I love you. I really do. And I shouldn’t have treated you the way I did. It was wrong of me, and I regret ignoring you for so long, and not supporting you more in your time of need.”

Kissing his cheek, I said, “What matters, is you are here now. And its fine. What’s done is done. We can’t dwell on the past, we can shape our future however.” He smiled and kissed my cheek and said, “I’ve heard of Doctors putting in bone from a cadaver body. I knew a chick who had a piece of bone from a dead guy.”

“One that’s super freaky but two, I’ll mention it to my doctor.” He smiled and kissed me.

I felt so many things when we kissed. It was like pure electricity. When we started, I never wanted to stop. We kissed and the single kiss led to making out on Ricky’s couch. I laid down and shifted so Chris was above me, on top of me.

“DON’T HAVE SEX ON MY COUCH!” Ricky shouted.

Chris waved a hand at Ricky and Ricky groaned. Chris left gentle kisses all over my neck. I was mess underneath him; he really knew how to drive me crazy.

“DON’T HAVE SEX ON MY COUCH!” Ricky shouted again. Chris sat up and yelled back, “YOU’RE NO FUN!” With a smirk.

Chris reluctantly got off of me and sat down beside me. He leaned in close and said, “We could always finish that at your apartment.” “You’d look even sexier naked in my bed Motionless.” I replied with a smirk.

“I cant wait to kiss every inch of your body, while its underneath mine.” He said seductively.

Everything he kept saying turned me on more and more. I honestly wanted to have sex with him this very instant on Ricky’s couch but I knew Ricky would hate us forever and probably make us buy him a new couch. “How about we take this back to my place?” I asked sweetly.



{WARNING: SMUT STUFF Y’KNOW, THEY DO THE DO}



“I’d love that.” He answered before getting up and making sure he had his keys. When he was ready, he picked me up bridal style and carried me out to his car. The drive back was long; well it was long because we both were anticipating what came next.

When we finally got there, Chris was out of the car and at my door helping me out before picking me up and carrying me into my apartment after locking the car in seconds. After locking the front door, he carried me to my bed. Setting me on the bed, he gently pushed me backwards.

As I was scooting backwards, I pulled Chris closer. Within seconds he was leaving kisses all over my neck. Running a hand down his side, I tugged on his shirt. Kissing him, his tongue explored my mouth as I pulled off his shirt. Once he was shirtless, I ran my hands across his bare chest. He pulled of my shirt and left kisses all down my neck and down to my collarbone.

Sucking on the bone, he left a hicky before leaving more kisses down my chest. His kisses got sloppier as he got closer to the hem of my jeans. In one movement, he had my jeans unbuttoned and already down my thighs. He stopped for a moment to gently take off the rest of my jeans before reattaching himself to me. I got harder as he kissed me.


Grinding against him, he grinded back on me. Fumbling with his jeans, I got them off of him. He left more wet kisses along my chest into the top of the lace underwear I was wearing. “You’ve always looked good in lace.” Chris said with a smirk. “But the lace always looks the best when it’s on the floor.” He continued before pulling them down.

He soon left kisses on my hips and inner thighs. I quickly flipped us so I was on top. Pinning his hands to the bed, I left kisses all down his neck and down his chest. Getting to his boxers, I swiftly pulled them down and left kisses where the hemline once laid. Leaving kisses on his thighs, I then kissed his member. He moaned in response. Putting him in my mouth, I sucked him off. He moaned like a cheap whore, and it was sexy.

When he was almost finished, I stopped. He looked at me like why did you stop. I bit my lip and said, “Fuck me.” with no hesitation, he was already on top and flipping me over so I was on my hands and knees. He put one of his fingers in my mouth and told me to suck, so I complied. Once he deemed it wet enough, he then kissed my ass before slapping it. I liked it rough with Chris. He was always the right kind of rough mixed with tenderness. He kissed my ass again before pushing a finger into me. It felt odd because it’d been so long since I’ve had sex, but I got used to it. He soon pushed a second finger in and scissored me. “Do you have lube?” he asked. I moaned as he touched me and answered, “its in the nightstand drawer.” He hummed in response before kissing my shoulder.

Once he was ready, he asked, “Are you ready?”

“I’ve been ready for a long time, motionless.” I said with a smirk.

Without another second, he slowly pushed his way inside of me. As he slowly moved, he kissed my neck. Changing positions, I then rode him. We kissed as he pushed his way inside me and gave me a hand job. I was a moaning mess on top of him. “You like it rough you dirty little whore, don’t you?” he asked lustfully. “I like it the roughest Motionless.” He had a thing where he loved it when I called him by his stage last name; it turned him on even more.

A sheet of sweat was on us. We moved as one as he pounded into me, hitting a bunch of nerves that made me moan louder. He then hit that spot until I was a moaning mess and about to finish. “ You can’t finish until I say so.” I knew it would be hard but I attempted to hold it in. it was only a minute later when he said, “now.” We both finished at the same time.

He kissed me and pulled out.

{SMUT OVER}

“You are so perfect.” He said as we lay together. My head was on his chest; his arm was around my waist. There was literally no other place on earth that I loved to be more than Chris’s arms. Chris was where I felt safe, and loved. I loved him with my entire heart.

Notes

that was my attmept at smut. so um. yeah.