Tripping Over Themselves

[brian_campo]

The moment the final note of music faded from the sound system, Brian tugged his earphones off his head and dropped them carelessly on the synthesizer. For once, he was grateful that his band wasn’t popular enough for an encore. On many nights, he had gotten the short end of the stick when one of his band mates ditched after the show and left Brian to pack up their gear. Time to turn the tables. In fact, it was long overdue. “Mads...” He pulled a mic off its stand, swung it by the cord, and sent it sailing in an arc toward the brunette’s personal space.

She caught it. “Watch it!”

“Later, I’m out.”

‘Wait, what--?’

Too late, Brian thought. He shouldered past Seth like a shoplifter making a break for it and hit the ramp at a jog. Thump, thump, thump. He nudged through a throng of other musicians and regulars to creep up behind the petite blonde with the incredible body. He snaked his arms around her waist and raised her off the ground. “Hey, beautiful,” was muffled against her neck, and they were turning, turning, the room going ‘round and ‘round, the lights streaking purple and blue and neon orange. Brian’s shirt was drenched in sweat. He felt as rubbery and loose as a piece of stretched taffy.

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[brian_campo]

Kidnapping and murder? Jesus, who thought up things like that in the heat of the moment? Confusion flickered over his face. “Why would you,” he repeated with a dubious shake of his head, unsure whether to laugh or groan and blurt out ‘look, I want to have sex with you!’ just to make sure he got his point across. Maybe she was nervous. Sometimes Valerie swung between purring kitten and overly cognitive so quickly he had trouble keeping up and figuring out what to say.

Just when he was about to try and get the train back on the tracks, she was nibbling on his throat and ohhh god… His head banged against the door. Air whooshed out of his lungs.

“You can do anything you want,” he said. Croaked.

One of Brian’s hands combed into her blonde hair, just behind her ear. The other reached under the hem of her shirt and purposefully pushed inside the cup of her bra. He licked his lips and tried to keep his head screwed on straight. His thumb began a gentle rotation while he took the weight of her in his palm. She was soft and warm and he’d kill to see her. He tucked his face into her neck and tickled it the scruff on his jaw.

Now ducking down, he bit her shirt. Brian dragged it up high enough to put his mouth where his thumb had been. His tongue on her breast was still cold from the beer.

[valerie_vause]

There was a soft rush of warm air from her nose as she grinned around the skin she’d captured with her mouth. Brian’s voice told stories his words didn’t and truth be told it was empowering to Valerie. It let her know how she was doing, and so far she was pleased with the results. “Anything?” The word was whispered coyly against his ear once she’d freed his neck. Part of her just wanted to hear his voice like that again, it sent heat through her veins, every cell in her body craved him. The sound she made when his questing hand found her beneath the shirt was genuine, unreserved as she fondled him through his boxers slowly.

There was no real plan in mind as Valerie’s free hand wove around to Brian’s lower back. The need to feel his skin too much to deny herself even a second. Short bristles against her skin scritched and tickled in just the right way, Valerie tipped her head back to grant him better access only to take in a stuttered breath when he pulled her shirt up with his teeth. Valerie’s hand tightened against his hip when his mouth took over and a startled whimper escaped at the cool sensation of his tongue. She brought her hand up to tangle in the short hairs at the back of his head to indulge in the moment.

Valerie’s hand worked inside his boxers, swift and deliberate, to splay her warm palm against his length. A soft breathy noise of her own was offered up when she finally curled her fingers around him, felt the pulse throb within her hand. For all he was hard his skin was soft, smooth, and she gave him a tentative squeeze as she stroked upwards. “I want to make the stars seem like fireworks.” She mumbled against his shoulder, nuzzling as her thumb began teasing slow circles around the tip, then slid her hand back down him, and repeated. “Just for you.”

[brian_campo]

Brian lifted his dark head and his eyes were heavy-lidded, almost sleepy looking, under a messy thatch of hair. “Not just for me, Valerie.” His fingers massaged the nape of her neck. “That doesn’t work for me.” He had an intense urge to return the favor, that is, if he could keep his reaction to her hand under control, and fuck, that wasn’t easy. He wasn’t sure how there was enough blood left in the rest of his body to support life. The pressure was a pleasurable torture and he found himself straining against her palm.

Unsteady breath at her ear. An unintelligible word as he swallowed hard.

Brian settled her bra into place and reached down to unfasten and unzip her jeans. One side at a time, he worked them lower on her hips, making sure he had enough space to work with, and then he eased his hand into her panties. His fingers were exploratory at first, getting to know her intricate shape, and then he settled two of them into an opposing rhythm.

The harder he tried to keep himself from grinding against her, and the more the roof beyond Valerie’s shoulder wavered like heat above a highway, the less control Brian had over his mental faculties. She squeezed and his beer bottle tipped. Foam spilled out of the broken neck around their shoes. The door at his back rattled. Ignoring it, he maneuvered his hand into the tight space between her legs and gently, painfully slowly, eased into her.

“I’m actually jealous of myself right now,” he whispered on a laugh.