EroticReverie

Fitz Saint

I pull the blankets up over Laney, and then wrap her in my arms, craddling her against my front, spooning her as I gently stroke her hair behind her ear as she keeps talking her drunken nonsense and confessions. I wouldn't let myself believe them, she was drunk, there was no way that Laney had more than a crush. 

"Just go to sleep Laney" I hush her, and she whimpers, as footsteps walk into the back of the bus, I lift my head and find her brother Brock standing there, with her two friends, and Devin and Brett right behind. 

Brocks jaw tenses. But I just keep stroking Laney's hair as she whimpers and sniffles , not even aware of audience we have. 

"I hate your groupies" she sniffles.

"I hate them all" she says and I hush her and kiss the back of her head. 

"Laney babes, we're here" Sheens says, drunk as all hell as she stumbles forward, and crawls onto the bed, and I move away, letting her friends take over. Flora crawls onto the bed as well as Laney cries harder. I scratch my neck at the back and wonder if I should stay, none of them were sober. 

"You girls good? None of you are gonna choke on your vomit or anything right?" I ask and Flora scowls.

"Gross, no" she says and plops down beside Laney, and then lifts the blankets and slips under them, Sheena does too and they sandwich a crying Laney, Sheen facing her, thumbing away her tears as they ask her what's wrong, and tell her stop crying. 

I turn and walk past Brock who just looks at me, skeptical and I guess he has every right to be, but right now, Im just trying to stop myself from running over to that fucking bus and pummeling every last dude on it, in the fucking face. 

I dont even want to think about what the fuck happened on that bus, and I sit outside, climbing up the metal ladder at the back of the bus, and sit on the roof of it, looking out at the open bus lot, the carvinal rides no longer moving, but the lights still going as there's another half hour or so before the whole thing closes and every is left to get drunk, high, or sleep. 

Brett comes up the back of the bus, climbing, and I dont worry about him, cause even though hes had some drinks I know he's a not drunk. I scoot over, allowing him to take a seat. 

He hands me a fresh beer and I take it, dropping the other bottle off the edge as it hits the wet grass with a thud.

"I almost killed the fucker." Brett says and I feel my jaw clench. 

"I dont wanna fuckin know." I say and Brett sighs, lifting his beer, taking a few sips and then looks at me, but I just keep looking out at the carnival. 

"You can be screwin around with her Fitz" he says and I roll my eyes. 

"I know she's got a thing for you, and know now that shes legal and has a set of tits on her-"

I give him a glare, a warning. 

"See...that" he points to me. 

"She's not yours Fitz...she's Brock's little sister....and she was fucking Bones anyways" 

I grip the bottle in my hand and then throw it at the ground. 

"Fitz!" He yells at me, "Man! Stop!" he yells, cursing as I fly down the ladder and twist the rings on my fingers making sure the heavy parts are front facing, for when I punch the bastards face in. 

"GUYS!" I hear Brett almost shriek like a little girl in his panic, but I don't see anything, other than fucking red. 

I can hear Brett chasing me and the faint curses of the others as I stride angrily towards the Paraphenalia bus. 

The smoke billowing out of the door, laughter ceases when I push up off the last step looking around. 

"Where the fuck is Bones!?" I yell. 

"Aw come on man, get the fuck out, we dont want any trouble" say one of scrawny coke head singers. 

"If you were fuckin the sweet little bitch, why didnt you just say so Fitz? We could tag teamed her together" a voice sends a blind rage through me as I see Bones, pants hanging at his hips, rubbing his nose as two blondes stand beside him. 

"Fitz!" I hear the guys yell as they make their way onto the bus but Ive already cleared the fucking way to Bones, then I feel two large sets off arms grab me right before I reach him, and Bones laughs.

"Tell your girl I said thanks for the snatch.., and if she wants more daddy Bones will give it to her" he says grabbing his cock through his pants, laughing as the girls around us tense up as the two body guards haul me kicking and throwing my weight against them, my one arm slipping and I move to run, the other still with a hold on me as Bones chuckles like a fucking creep.

"I fucked your bitch with no rubber" Bones grins. 

"Had her taking it real good in her little gash" he says and if I get my hands on him. 

But out of the corner of my eye, like fucking jungle cats, Brock, DEvin and Brett, and stomping over tables and the couch, stepping legs and hands as all hell breaks loose and Brock gets his hands on bones, toppling him to the ground as the naked blondes screech and push their way out of the mess, screeching, everyone except for us and the rest of the Paraphenalia group, punching and swinging on one another as the body guards try to get Brock off Bones. The blood pouring from Bones nose makes me fucking smile and I throw a fist, landing it on their drummer who falls back, Devin and Brett both fighting off the other band mates easily, while earning a few punches to their gut and faces first. 

"ILL FUCKING KILL YOU!" Brock howls. "THATS MY LITTLE FUCKING SISTER!" He growls and then punches a bleeding Bones again, right before the guards finally get a good hold of him. 

"ILL FUCKING KILL YOU YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!" Brock yells and I grab him pulling him back, as the guards push out of the bus and once we're off the guards paging over more security, I dip around them and sprint back onto the bus and find Bones craddling his fucking mangled face and groaning and his band mates who are wearing lesser bruises and blood, just look on as I start to kick him in the side, getting two good kicks in before then kicking him in the dick, and then the security guards are back on the bus and hauling me off. And I let them, cause as long as I got a good kick in his fucking dick for touching Laney. 

The police come, and there's statements given, but because we're all "Drunk" or "high" there's pretty much no validity to any of our statements. Because this isn't the first time Paraphenalia has caused trouble at the Bring Your Lungs event, and everyone knows what fucking scumbags they are, they're asked to vacate from the premises. Over an hour after, with our knuckles bleeding and all of us still not quite calmed down. We go back onto the bus , where Gus or tour manager scolds us for getting into a browl, going on and on about the fucking press getting their hands on it, how venues will be less willing to let us perform if they think we cause trouble, or bring trouble with us. 

"Fuck yourself Gus" Brock spits. "Those guys are fucking scum bags and you know it, and they had it coming for putting their fucking hands on my sister" he says angrily. 

"She's nineteen and you dont even know if-" Gus starts

"I DONT FUCKING CARE. SHE WAS FUCKING DRUNK. AND HES BEEN ACCUSED OF FUCKING UNDERAGE GIRLS AT CONCERTS! HES A FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT, THEY ALL ARE!" 

Gus runs his hands through his hair. "This is the last time you bring your little fucking sister on this bus...tomorrow....shes fucking out of here...take her fucking pass...send her fucking home...this shit is a fucking mess!" Gus yells. 

Brock huffs, because I know he'll be all to happy to send Laney back home, and if I was being honest...maybe it was for the best. I didnt want her here, drunk and going after sleezebags, making shit choices just cause of seeing girls near me. She was nineteen, but I was twenty five...and while I wasnt that much older...I feel like maybe this was a bad fucking idea, but selfishly, I want her to stay. Selfishly, I want Laney Ainsley in my god damn bunk, cuddled up to me after I just got done fucking her. 

"And dont think I dont see the fucking way you look at her Saint" Brock growls. 

"I'll do the same to your fucking face if you lay a finger on her" He promises, the rest of the band and Gus going silent. 

"I..." I dont even know what to say. 

"On the contrary" DEvin speaks up and I jerk my head to him. "Pretty sure that's WHY Laney went to that bus, is cause Fitz WOULDNT touch her." he says and Brock scowls. 

"Well she goes home..tomorrow" Gus says. 

"Fucking hell, you are all a nightmare" Gus says shaking his head. "Get the fuck to bed, sleep it off you fucking idiots" he says, storming to the back to his bunk and I sit there, arms crossed leaning back on the couch. 

Brock pops up out of his seat and without a word goes into the small bathroom, the water running as he probably washes the fucking blood from his hands and face. 

"told you man....stay....away" Brett says , shaking his head and I grumble and shrug. 

Because why could I just stay the fuck away Laney? Why did I have to go and kiss her, taste her, finger her, and put my hands all over her. Why did I have to let myself feel how fucking perfect her body was against mine? Why couldnt I just drown out the lust for Laney with some groupie pussy? Why couldn't I get her sobbed I love yous out of my fucking head. I groan, my head going back and rubbing a hand over my face. 

I was going to fucking everything up. Because there was no way, Laney was going to be anyone elses but mine.