#colson

[mechidraws]

Something rhythm heaven OCs idk

[meganfoxrocksmyworld]

[hollywoodxwhore]

Mine | Chapter Eleven

Colson x Original Female Character

Synopsis: Presley may look sinful on the outside, but deep down, she's innocent, guarded, and terrified of intimacy. Colson, on the other hand, is living up to his womanizer reputation as a way to cope with heartbreak. When his new guitarist invites his twin sister to join them on tour, Colson discovers that he's actually capable of feeling. Will Presley and Colson be able to push past all of the barriers trying to prevent them from happening?

Warnings/Content: Smut (18+), fingering, p in v sex, alcohol usage, drunk presley, mentions of vomiting when hungover, unprotected sex, drunk sex, angst

I hope y'all know that every chapter from here on out will have smut lmao

Presley

One of my favorite things is waking up before Colson.

Although he’s shown so much vulnerability with me, I know he hasn’t completely let himself go yet. I know he was on the verge of tears last night but that he wouldn’t let them out. I wonder when the last time he cried was. 

But in the mornings, when he’s still asleep, he can’t be anything but vulnerable. And he’s so cute when he sleeps. Although most mornings I’ll wake up on his chest or the little spoon to his big spoon, every once in a while, he’ll wriggle down the bed so his head is on my chest and my arms are wrapped around him. Today is one of those days. 

I admire the fluffy blonde head on my chest and tilt my head so I can see his face. His long eyelashes create soft shadows on his cheeks. His perfectly plump lips are parted very slightly. His strong jaw is covered in light scruff, which I love, especially when he’s between my legs, and all of a sudden, my admiration turns into arousal.

I shift a little beneath him, and realize there’s a slight ache between my legs. It makes sense. Colson is huge. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting him again. 

It’s so surreal to think that I lost my virginity last night. The general consensus from women is that losing your virginity is miserable and it hurts, and that it takes a few times for it to feel good. After last night, I’m realizing that those poor women all lost their virginities to guys who didn’t care or know enough to get them ready beforehand. Colson made me come before he was even inside of me, and even before that, he got me wet. He didn’t rush me at all and he was gentle. And fuck, it felt good.

His fingers are long and thick and those feel amazing, but nothing can compare to the feeling of Colson’s cock fitting so tightly inside of me. It reached places that nothing else had before, and the pressure was so painfully pleasurable. I want more. 

I push his hair back and press a kiss to his forehead. He stirs a bit but his eyes stay closed. I kiss his temple and then lift my head a little so I can kiss his cheek. He shifts again and finally opens up those gorgeous blue eyes. He looks at me through a sleepy haze but his eyes flutter closed when I put my mouth on his. 

His soft groan when we kiss pushes me into an even deeper state of desire. His lips part with mine and the kiss is gentle and slow but so, so hot. God. I feel insatiable. Now that I’ve finally had sex after 23 years of celibacy, am I going to be in the mood constantly? And if so, do I even mind?

Colson’s body seems to finally wake up and he tightens his grip on me, his big hand sliding up my ribcage. He makes me feel so small beneath him even though I’m not. Another reason I’ve been self-conscious is because I’m either taller than most guys or pretty close in height. I wouldn’t mind dating a short guy, but they get weird about tall girls. Good thing Colson is a giant.

In more ways than one. His cock starts to fill and as his hips shift, I feel it press into my thigh. I moan softly and wrap my leg around his waist. He pulls me even closer somehow, wrapping me so safely in his arms. I love how he smells in the morning, how he tastes. Before I met Colson, I grimaced at the thought of morning sex and kissing in the morning because of the obvious morning breath, but it doesn’t bother me with Colson. I barely notice. I think he could go without showering for a month and I’d still want him. That’s how deep I am in all of this. 

I gasp softly when his hand grips my ass, squeezing gently. He finally breaks the kiss and grins sleepily at me. “I like this wake up call,” he rasps, voice gravelly from sleep, and the sound shoots right between my legs. “What did I do to deserve all this?” he asks. 

I stare into his eyes and melt a little more. The fact that he feels so honored to be with me is a confidence boost I so desperately needed. “I’m not sure,” I murmur, “but I was wondering the same thing.”

Colson’s grin widens a little and he slides a hand into my hair to hold my head. “I love you, Presley,” he murmurs, and it feels so special hearing it when we’re not having sex. I know sex releases endorphins and makes people want to say things like that, but I know he means it. 

“I love you, too,” I tell him, pulling his face to mine for another kiss. This one is hungrier, Colson’s perfect teeth grazing my lip. I shiver and moan again, gripping at him. My hand slides from his neck to his biceps, squeezing, and then drifts to his chest to feel his soft skin. As my hand wanders, so does Colson’s. He lets go of my ass to trace long fingers delicately down my neck, and then he palms my breast, his warm hand contrasting with the goosebumps his touch brings. 

“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “You’re killing me. Tell me I can make love to you again.”

I make a helpless little sound and push my hips forward, desperate for his touch. “Please, Cols,” I beg. 

Colson’s eyes are dark when he rolls me gently onto my back and climbs on top of me. “Let me get you ready first,” he murmurs, hand already drifting between my legs to stroke me. My eyes close and I suck in a breath. “You sore, baby?” he asks softly, and I nod. He nods, too. “I’ll be careful, love. I’ll make you feel better. Okay?”

“Okay,” I reply, so full of love I might burst. He smiles at me and his eyes drop to my lips before he kisses me. He pushes my legs apart a little more, and then he’s sliding two fingers inside of me. I’d been so desperate for his touch that it wrenches a moan from me, and Colson pulls back from the kiss, looking a little surprised. 

He chuckles softly. “You okay?” he asks.

“More than,” I say shakily, hips squirming. “More, baby, please–”

Colson moans and kisses me hard, pumping his fingers for a few moments before curving them inside of me. I whimper and arch my back a little, my head starting to become a little hazy with pleasure. The room heats as he keeps fingering me, the heel of his hand grinding into my clit, and I could come from this, but I don’t want to. I want to come with him inside of me. So I wait until I’m on the edge and then I push his hand away. He frowns at me but I just shake my head. “Not yet,” I tell him. He swallows hard and nods, keeping his eyes on mine as he slips his fingers into his mouth. “Fuck,” I whisper.

Colson smirks a little and reaches over to grab a condom from the nightstand. “You sure you can handle this again?” he asks, eyes suddenly filled with concern. “I don’t want to hurt you…”

“I promise,” I say quickly. “Colson, please–”

“Okay, baby, okay,” he says, hastily getting the condom on. He bites his lip as he rubs the head of his cock against my clit. I whimper, brow furrowing, remembering all at once how close I’d been before I made him stop. I’m so desperate that I’m sure I’ll be able to come when we start having sex. 

“Ready?” Colson asks, and I nod. He nods, too, then looks down as he slips himself inside of me. I wince just slightly and Colson sees it. He lets go of his cock and touches my face, shushing me gently as he slowly inches his hips forward. I whimper softly as he fills me, but I just stare into the eyes of the man I love and it’s all okay. 

“Oh fuck,” I breathe when his hips are finally pressed to mine. 

“Okay?” he asks.

“Fuck yes,” I manage, digging my nails into his biceps. His cock is so long that it rests right against my g-spot without him even moving. “H-holy shit, Cols.”

Colson smirks. “Does it feel good, baby?”

“Yes,” I whine. “Move, Col, please.”

Colson nods and looks into my eyes as he slowly starts to move. Every time he thrusts, stars cloud my vision. Holy shit, it feels so good that it almost hurts, but in the very best way. Is this what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life? God, I’m so lucky. 

My mouth hangs open as he fucks into me, and all I can do is take it, letting out little moans and whimpers. Finally, I grab his hip and he looks down at me curiously. “Can we try something new?” I ask.

Colson’s eyes sparkle and he nods. He pulls out and helps me to flip over onto my stomach. “I can get pretty deep like this,” he says. “You promise to tell me if it’s too much?”

“I promise,” I assure him, looking at him over my shoulder. I arch my back a little and Colson moans, taking the opportunity to slip his cock back inside. I shudder at the feeling and as his hips press against my ass, my jaw drops. “Holy fuck,” I whimper. He’s right, he can get really deep like this, but god, it feels fucking perfect. 

“Feel good?” he asks, breathing labored as he starts to move. 

“Y-yes, so good, Colson,” I moan.

“Good,” he murmurs, leaning over me to kiss my shoulder. “Because I want to make you come like this.” His words draw a moan out of me and I clench around him unintentionally. “Oh, fuck baby, that feels so good,” he moans. 

“Mm, Colson,” I whimper, grasping at the sheets. 

“Lift your hips a little, baby,” he instructs, and when I do, he slips his hand underneath my body. Immediately, two fingertips find my clit and start to rub circles. I let out a loud and broken moan at the feeling, legs pressing together. 

“C-Colson,” I gasp, butterflies filling my stomach. “Shit, baby, that feels s-so – oh fuck – so good.” 

“Good girl,” Colson grunts, biting my shoulder gently before kissing the spot. “God, I love you so much.”

I’ve gone completely speechless at this point. All I can do is breathe hard. Every time he thrusts, he grinds so perfectly against my spot and coupled with the way his fingertips circle my clit, I can barely keep my eyes from crossing. I’ve never felt pleasure like this, and all at once, I’m close again, so fucking close.

I cry out, legs starting to convulse, and Colson fucks me just a little bit harder. “Oh fuck, I can feel you, baby, you close?” he manages. 

“Y-yes,” I cry out, eyes squeezing shut. I grip the sheets so hard my knuckles turn white, and then I scream. Pleasure crashes into me so hard that I swear to god I black out for a second. My walls convulse around Colson’s thick cock, squeezing it so hard that he has to slow his movements a little. I’ve never, ever felt anything as good as this. I don’t want it to ever stop, and it takes a long time before it does. 

By then, I realize that Colson is pulling my hips up so I’m on my knees. I keep my face pressed into the bed, ass in the air, and moan as Colson picks up his pace. Big hands curl around my hips and I can hear him panting. “O-oh sh-shit,” he says brokenly, hips jerking against me. “Fuck, Pres, I’m so close–”

I arch my back even deeper and he curses lowly, hands moving to squeeze my ass, and then he pulls me hard against him as he comes. I wish I could see him because if his sounds are any indication of how good this feels for him, his face must be an absolute wonder. Finally, he slumps over me, letting out a weak, “Fuck.” 

Gently, Colson presses my hips down, and as I go onto my stomach, he pulls out. All I can do is lie there boneless, breathing hard. “Holy shit,” I say weakly, closing my eyes. 

“Yeah,” Colson says with a chuckle. He rolls out of bed and gets rid of the condom, and I take a second to admire his body. His long limbs, his perfectly toned abdomen, all of his tattoos. He’s so perfect and he’s mine. I love him so much. I never want to let him go. And that doesn’t scare me for some reason.

He catches me looking at him and he grins, bending over to kiss me. His hand drifts to my ass and squeezes gently. “Go pee,” he whispers, and I groan. He chuckles but grabs my hand, helping me out of bed. My legs almost collapse beneath me and Colson laughs, eyes lighting up. “Okay?”

“Not my fault you made me come that hard,” I say, patting his chest as I walk on shaky legs to the bathroom.

“Not sorry,” Colson says, and I look over my shoulder at him, sticking out my tongue. He winks and my knees weaken even more. 

When I get back in bed, Colson is on me like glue, wrapping himself around me. He hums and nuzzles my neck, and I giggle at the way his fluffy blonde hair tickles my face. I wrap my arms around him and squeeze. He kisses me softly and we both smile. 

“I love you,” I tell him. 

“I love you,” he tells me. We kiss for a few minutes and then he sighs, rolling onto his back. “Fuck, I don’t want to go back to the real world. Can we just stay in my bed and fuck forever?”

“Don’t tempt me with a good time,” I say, settling my head on his chest. “How many shows are left?”

“Ten,” Colson answers. “But only four weeks.”

I wince. A month until we have to tell Cash about us. I’m mad as fuck at my brother, but I also know this is going to hurt him. I’m not looking forward to confessing. 

But at the same time, he has to understand that I’m happy. He has to understand that this is what’s best for me. We can both have Colson in our lives. Colson being my boyfriend doesn’t really impact their friendship. Cash has to understand.

Right?

Colson

We’re back on the road and it’s making me depressed.

I spent the last week holed up with Presley in my bed, fucking and cuddling and getting to know each other even more. I love her more and more every single day, and I love that I’m distancing myself from the Colson I was just a couple months ago. I don’t want to even look at another girl. All I want is Presley. 

She makes me feel so safe and she loves me for who I am. Although telling Cash is looming on the horizon, I’m not letting it ruin my happiness. I just wish Pres and I didn’t have to hide it now that the tour has started up again. 

We’re at the venue and I’ve just stepped outside to smoke. I hear the door open and when I look over, I spot Rook coming to join me. “Hey brother,” I say, offering him a smoke. He grabs one from the pack and accepts my light. We’re quiet for a few minutes, just enjoying the silence, but then he looks at me. 

“So,” he says. “You gonna tell me about you and Presley?”

I stiffen and clutch my cigarette so hard that it squishes, rendering it useless. “Fuck,” I mutter, dropping it onto the ground and snuffing it out with the heel of my boot. “What are you talking about?” I grunt.

Rook gives me a look that silently communicates what he’s thinking: Be fucking for real right now. I groan and scrub my hands over my face before grabbing and lighting another cigarette. “How did you find out?” I mutter.

Rook shrugs. “Y’all aren’t sneaky, to be honest,” he says. 

My blood runs cold. Does that mean Cash knows? But no, if he did, he would’ve lost his shit by now. “We never even touch.”

“You don’t have to,” Rook says, glancing up at me. “It’s the way y’all look at each other, Kells.”

As scared and upset as I should be, his words make me feel all melty and gooey. Is it that obvious just from our looks? I nod slowly. “Got it,” I say. 

“Why are y’all hiding it?” he asks.

“Cash,” I mutter.

Rook’s brow furrows but then he nods. “Oh. Forgot he told us she was off-limits.”

“Presley’s pissed about it,” I say. “She says it’s none of his business.”

“Well, it isn’t,” Rook agrees. “I get that he’s protective but Presley ain’t his property.”

“Exactly.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“Tell him when the tour ends,” I mutter. “Pres and I are worried if we tell him before he’ll ditch the tour.”

“Ah,” Rook says quietly. “That makes sense.”

“He’s gonna hate me, man.”

“Maybe he won’t,” Rook says. “Maybe he’ll be mad at first, but he’ll get over it.” 

I sigh and kind of zone out for a second. “This is all so fucked, Rook,” I say. 

Rook frowns. “Are you happy?”

I look over at him, hesitating. “Rook, I love her,” I finally admit.

Rook’s eyes widen. “Holy shit. Love?” he asks. “So this is real.”

“Of course it’s real,” I snap, frowning at him. “You think I’m just taking advantage of her or some shit?”

“Dude, no,” Rook says, chuckling a little. “Relax. I just mean this isn’t a fling. This is something you want to last for a while.”

“Maybe even forever,” I say quietly. 

Rook whistles low. “Holy shit,” he mutters. “Listen, bro,” he says. “Cash can't tell y’all what to do. If he’s mad, yeah, that shit sucks, but if you’re happy…”

He’s not thinking about what will really happen when we tell Cash. There's a big chance we’ll lose the best guitarist our band has ever seen. 

The show goes well, and when I get off the stage, I immediately spot Presley. I always do. She looks beautiful tonight, as she always does, and I give her a little smile. She smiles back, and it hurts. All I want to do is pick her up and kiss her. She’s all I want. But then I see Cash scooping Olivia into his arms and fury rises in me again. I stalk off down the hall towards my dressing room before I can say something I shouldn’t.

I try to slam the door but I don’t hear it slam. Confused, I turn around, seeing that Presley has caught the door. She steps inside and closes it quietly behind her before turning the lock. I sigh and look her up and down. She’s so beautiful in a long t-shirt that highlights her long legs, Doc Martens on her feet. The look she gives me is knowing and a little sad, and she opens her arms. 

Huffing, I step forward and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her in close to me. Her scent calms me immediately and I close my eyes, trying to get a hold of my emotions, but it’s hard. There’s never been so much going on in my head at the same time. Love. Fury. Fear. Happiness. Sadness. Confusion. It’s all too much. I focus on the feeling of Presley in my arms, the scent of her hair.

“You okay?” she asks quietly. I hesitate, then shake my head no. She sighs quietly and rubs my back, squeezing me a little tighter. 

“It just isn’t fair,” I mumble into her neck. “That they get to be together and happy and we don’t.”

Pres nods, gently stroking her nails over the back of my neck. I shiver at the sensation and slowly, I start to relax. “We will, babe,” she tells me. “Not much longer now. I promise.” 

I’m already angry anticipating Cash’s reaction. I’m not scared anymore. I’m just pissed. It’s so misogynistic for him to want to control who his sister dates and fucks. It’s none of his business and the longer I stew on it, the angrier I get. How much longer can I keep pretending I’m not furious at the guy? 

“Let’s go out tonight,” she tells me, pulling back from the hug. “Let’s just get drinks and hang out and try to have some fun, yeah?”

I nod. “Yeah.” I still feel all sulky and pissed but she’s right. The others will want to go out, too, and I can’t ruin the vibe. I just have to keep control over myself. 

XX

Going out, as it turns out, was a bad idea. 

In order to distract myself, I drank. A lot. Shot after shot, mixed drink after mixed drink, and I’m wasted right now. Completely wasted. That doesn’t bother me. What bothers me is that Presley, too, is wasted. 

Presley doesn’t drink. She made that very clear when we first met. She has a one-drink limit when she goes out; she prefers smoking. But for whatever reason, she’s had several drinks tonight. It takes a lot less to get her drunk than it does me, but it makes my stomach churn wondering why she would do that. 

I’m sitting at a table right now watching her on the dance floor with Olivia. Both girls are drunk, and they hold hands as they dance. Pres tips her head back, her long, black hair swaying behind her, and her eyes drift closed. She looks beautiful. She always does. And something about her slow movements, her hazy smile…it’s turning me on. 

I can’t stop jiggling my legs. All I want to do is go out there, wrap myself around her, and grind on her until she’s begging me to drag her to the bathroom. It isn’t fair that I can’t. As I stare at her, her eyes open and she turns her head, eyes locking right on mine. I startle a little but she just smirks and waves at me. I can’t help but smile and wave back. She gestures for me to come out onto the floor but I shake my head. She pouts and I just shrug, knowing we can’t do this. 

Suddenly, fear makes my blood run cold. Presley doesn’t get drunk. Alcohol is a truth serum. What if she tells Cash? I need to get her off that fucking floor. But she’s already walking towards me. I stiffen as she steps into my space, her hands going to my shoulders. Her cheeks are so pink and she smells of fruity drink but my dick is hard in my jeans despite how fucked up I am and I can’t do this right now. I’m seconds away from ripping her clothes off.

“Pres,” I say, looking around. I try to pull away a little.

“Col, please,” she whines, touching my face.

I grip her wrist and yank her hand away harder than intended. Her eyes flash with pain and my mouth drops open. “Pres,” I say. “Cash.”

Her lip wobbles and she takes a step back, hanging her head. God, it breaks my heart to have to reject her. I look around for Cash and find him on the dance floor with Olivia, paying no mind to anything else. With that, I grab Presley’s hand and pull her fast through the crowd to the bathroom. 

She stumbles as I push her inside and I lock the door behind us. When I turn around to face her, she lunges at me, mouth on my neck. It startles a moan out of me and I close my eyes, hands going to her hips in an attempt to compose myself, to stop her from getting too close. But this only encourages my girlfriend more.

Her hands are at my belt, and despite how drunk she is, she gets it undone fast, then goes for the button and zipper of my jeans. “Pres,” I grunt, her fumbling fingers putting pressure on my hard cock. 

“Colson, please,” she whimpers, sinking her teeth into my neck and I hiss, dick twitching. I close my eyes, begging for composure, but I’m too drunk to think logically, and my hands go right to her ass, squeezing hard. She moans against my neck and the sound pushes me over the edge of control. 

I grip her hips and move her back forcefully, shoving her into the vanity. She gasps, eyes glossy when she looks at me. I lean in and kiss her hard, biting her lip and pushing my tongue into her mouth. She can’t stop moaning, her hands all over me. They slide up under my shirt, nails gouging into my chest, and I moan. How am I so hard after all that alcohol?

“Pres,” I groan, lifting her onto the counter. “You’re drunk, baby. Why are you drunk?”

“Col, shh,” she says, pressing her plush lips to mine again. “Besides, you’re drunk, too.”

She’s not wrong.

“Colson, please, baby, I need you,” she pleads, hands sliding down into my boxers to grip my ass. “Love you, baby, please.”

I groan and press my forehead to hers. This is a bad idea. We’re both so drunk, but I push her shirt out of the way and tug her shorts down so they hang off one ankle. Then, I’m pushing her panties to the side and touching her, and as always, she’s so hot and wet and all I want is to bury myself inside her. She pulls out my cock and I grunt softly at the relief. She pulls me in hard, bringing my dick to her pussy, and I’m speechless at how dominant she’s being, how forceful. I like to be in control, but I can’t lie, this has me so fucking hard that I’m leaking. 

Presley arches her back as she drags the head of my cock over her clit, a moan wrenching from her throat, and when she places me at her entrance and grabs my ass, I let her pull me in. We moan together as she pulls me deep, wet warmth enveloping my throbbing cock. “H-holy shit, Pres,” I manage, eyes closing as her nails dig into my ass. 

“Come on, baby, fuck me, fuck me,” she whines, canting her hips. I bite down on her neck and do as I’m told, my pace already hard and fast. “Yes! Fuck!” Pres cries, and we’re being so loud, but I can hear the music thumping and hopefully no one can hear us. Besides, I’ve lost all control by now, and I’m clinging to her as I fuck into her. 

“Uhhh, Pres,” I moan, closing my eyes as she clenches around me. “You’re doing that on purpose.”

“Maybe,” she purrs, sliding that sinful tongue over my XX tattoo. “Mm fuck, baby, you feel so good.”

“Fuck, you too,” I manage, gripping her ass to pull her closer. 

“Harder,” she gasps, head falling back. I take advantage, kissing that gorgeous neck while she moans, and she spreads her legs wider as I start to pound into her. I know my cock is ramming into her spot with every thrust, and even over our noises and the music in the bar, I can hear how wet she is around me. 

“God, Presley, you have the wettest pussy,” I moan, and my dirty talk isn’t great, but it makes her moan anyway. 

Presley’s cries get louder and she leans back, pressing her chest out. She spreads her legs as far as she can, sucking me deeper, and I curse, hips stuttering. Presley is pure fucking magic. This drunk, I would never be hard for anyone else, and if by some miracle I was, I wouldn’t ever be able to come this wasted. But with Presley, I’m completely weak. 

Hastily, I shove her shirt up and she gets the idea, holding it out of the way so I can literally rip her lace bralette open. The tatters of the delicate material hang on either side of her perfect tits and I duck my head to suck hard at her nipple. She wails as I gnash my teeth against her, and I swear to god her pussy gushes a little bit more. We’re making such a mess but I couldn’t care less. 

“Colson!” she cries, and I press my fingers to her clit, rubbing fast, harsh circles. I’m desperate to make her explode around my cock. She falls apart right in front of me, tears squeezing from the corner of her gorgeous, jade eyes as her mouth hangs open, perfect teeth on display. She pants, chest rising and falling fast, and with a scream, her hips jerk forward. Her pussy is like a vise on my cock, squeezing so hard that it almost hurts. “Ohhhh, fuckfuckfuck!” she whines as she writhes against me, and in the split second before I explode, I remember a very important fact.

We forgot a condom.

It’s with that thought that I wrench backwards and before I can even get my hand on my cock, my cum splatters over her thighs and stomach. I scramble to get a hand around myself, jerking myself through as my head falls to Presley’s shoulder. My heart is pounding so fucking hard with a mix of panic and relief from coming so hard. 

“Oh, fuck, Pres,” I say weakly. “We forgot a condom.”

“S’okay,” she slurs, rubbing my back. “I’m on birth control.” My brow furrows but then she explains: “To regulate my periods.”

“Oh,” I say, immediately going boneless with relief. But then, we both stiffen because someone is knocking on the door. “Hang on!” I call, looking at Pres. Her eyes are wide, and I know we’re both thinking the same thing. Is someone we know waiting outside? A fan who’s going to run to the tabloids with this? God, we’re being so fucking reckless. 

I quickly clean her up and we help each other dress. Cautiously, I open the door, but whoever it was must’ve gotten sick of waiting because there’s no one. “Okay,” I say. “You go first. I’ll follow in a few.”

“Okay,” she says, giving me a quick kiss before stumbling down the hall. God, she’s drunk, but I might be even drunker. My head spins and I groan. 

Thankfully, everyone seems ready to go and make the trip back to the hotel. Sure enough, Cash wants to switch rooms with Pres, so I help carry Presley’s bags to my room. Without even taking off her boots, my girlfriend collapses face first onto the bed. She mumbles something and my brow furrows as I kick off my own boots. “Huh?”

“I’m so tired,” she manages, turning her head to the side.

“Me too,” I agree, peeling off my shirt and kicking off my jeans. “Lemme get your clothes off, baby.”

She doesn’t protest as I unlace her boots, pulling them and her socks off her feet. I flip her onto her back and peel off her shirt and the shredded material of her bra, then tug her panties down her legs. I slip out of my boxer briefs and maneuver us under the covers. 

I can barely keep my eyes open at this point but Presley’s deep breathing tells me she’s already asleep. My eyes are burning, and before I know it, I’m out. 

I wake up the next morning with a pounding headache. I groan and press my fingers to my temples, the pain diminishing just slightly at the pressure. I slap my hand down onto the nightstand, finding the joint and lighter I left there earlier, and without even opening my eyes, I take a few deep pulls. I sigh and finally wrench open my eyes, searching for Pres. Anxiety spikes when I realize she isn’t next to me. 

“Pres?” I say, sitting up. My head spins and I press my hand to my forehead. “Baby?” Her boots and panties are still on the floor but her shirt is gone. I frown and climb out of bed, looking around. Then, I spot the closed bathroom door and all the panic goes out of me. I let out a breath and sit on the edge of the bed, closing my eyes. But when I hear a retch, they fly open again. 

Fuck. Guilt rushes through me. I knew better than to just fall asleep. Presley needed water last night, maybe even some carbs to soak up the liquor in her stomach. This was the first time she’s ever been drunk, and instead of taking care of her, I fucked her and then let her fall asleep. God, I’m still such an idiot.

I get up and cross the room, leaning my head against the door. “Pres?” I croak. “Baby, let me in.”

“No,” she whimpers. “You don’t wanna see me like this.”

But I do. I want to see her in every single state. Even sick. “Presley,” I say a little louder. “I love you. Let me in.”

Silence. But after a few moments, I hear the lock turn and I push open the door. Presley has crawled back to the toilet and her head hangs over the bowl. I wince and lift her arm, pulling off the hair tie she has on her wrist. I carefully pull her hair up on top of her head and secure it, then squat down beside her and rub her back. 

She groans. “Fuck. This is why I don’t drink,” she croaks.

I frown in sympathy and rest my forehead against her back. “Yeah. The day after sucks.” I’m regretting getting that drunk myself. The thought of Pres puking is enough to make me a little nauseous. “You need some carbs.”

“Oh god,” Presley says, then gags. “No food. No.”

I can’t help but smile weakly. She’s funny when she’s hungover. I press a kiss to her back. “Okay. Water, then. Water and ibuprofen.”

“Deal,” she rasps. I get up and retrieve the medicine from my bag along with a water bottle from the mini fridge. She looks up at me with tired eyes, mascara streaking down her cheeks. I hand over the meds and the water and she carefully takes it. She sighs and hangs her head, groaning softly. “Fuck. Remind me never to drink again.”

“Pres,” I say, sitting on the bathroom floor. “Why…why did you drink, baby?”

Presley is quiet. So quiet that I almost wonder if she’s gone back to sleep, but then she sighs. “Because it hurts.”

“What hurts?” I ask, frowning. 

Presley crawls over to me, resting her head in my lap. I stroke her hair and look down at her. “My heart,” she says quietly, and I swear, mine cracks in my chest. 

“Why?” I ask quietly.

“Because Cash and Olivia get to be happy but we don’t.”

I frown and run my hand slowly over her hair. “We will be,” I tell her. She sniffles and I zero in on her face, watching as a few tears trickle down onto her cheeks. “Oh, baby,” I say. “It’s gonna be okay. Come here.” She sits up and crawls into my lap. I cradle her and kiss her forehead, holding her close. 

“I’m sick of hiding this,” she says. “It’s so hard to be around you and not be like this with you.”

“I know,” I say weakly. “This isn’t forever, Pres. I promise.”

She sighs and nods, going quiet. I hold her close, rocking her, hoping beyond hope that she doesn’t get sick of hiding and tell Cash too soon.

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Can you do a reading between Megan fox & Mgk? She keeps saying they’re twin flames

I don't do twin flame readings so can't say there.

I do feel Megan excuses some of MGK's behaviour through this concept. Their marriage is very extreme and has a lot of ups and downs. There's a lot of drama and a lot of intense emotions, particularly from Megan. I feel like she tries more than him to sustain the marriage. She romanticizes his behavior/actions a lot.

They fight a lot and these fights can be quite violent from both sides. Scratches, throwing objects, tons of shouting, crying, cutting someone??? or threatening to cut someone?? Then after the fight or sometimes during the fight they'll end up kissing and having s*x. Somehow there's a lot of makeup s*x..

For Megan, she needs that extremeness and intensity to feel like this is "true" love. Without these, she feels like it's not "true" love.

MGK cares about her and does love her, but I feel like she loves him more and obsesses about him more. MGK has a possessive side and he partly loves Megan because she's really desirable in other people's eyes. A lot of people find Megan to be super sexy and super pretty, so MGK gets a lot of satisfaction knowing that he was the one that married Megan and has s*x with her.

I do feel that MGK can stray in a relationship. Sometimes it's due to alcohol or other substances. Sometimes he just feels flirty. I think Megan doesn't know this fully and even if she did know, she'd turn a blind eye and tell herself that he's a "runner". She's the one for him.

Both of their jealousy levels are very high. Both of them have the possibility of k*lling out of "love" or jealousy. It's that intense and I think Megan is sort of proud of that??? If MGK were to do something bad and needed Megan to cover for him, she would agree to cover for him.

I do feel that Megan is the one doing a lot to please MGK. She has been compromising a lot. I don't really see him putting as much effort in the marriage as him or perhaps he is just more emotionally "cold"/less expressive.

He does hide his feelings a lot and guards his inner thoughts. He escapes some trauma/unhappiness he has experienced when he was younger through alcohol, pleasure, or other substances. I feel he uses Megan as a form of escape like this relationship. He has unresolved trauma from his childhood. Megan says stuff like she's the only one for him, only one who truly understands him when he's having one of his moments where he's suffering a lot.

Yes, I can see images of his past being very painful for him and I have to dig hard to see these, meaning that he doesn't want to open the past again and he wants to erase these. He felt very alone when he was young and forced to grow up very quickly. He didn't have very good/stable role models around him, so he had to figure out how to grow up by himself. I see his father being too depressed to really look after MGK and MGK just minding his own business at a young age. I see MGK sometimes sitting on the ground like in a closet like place with his arms wrapped around his legs and just crying.

I don't feel he hates his mother now, but he has a lot of mixed emotions about his mother and confusion like why did she leave him and how could she leave him? MGK hasn't resolved his issues with his past even though he has tried to do this. This is a lifelong exercise for him.

In a way, the intensity from his relationship with Megan makes him feel he's needed and loved. Sometimes he can do some drastic things or say some harsh things to her to see if she'll leave him because if she stays, that's "true" love. In some ways I feel like MGK doesn't really understand what "love" is but he knows that he doesn't want to be alone. He can be assured through Megan that she'll be there through thick and thin.

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Mine | Chapter Twelve

Colson x Original Female Character

Synopsis: Presley may look sinful on the outside, but deep down, she's innocent, guarded, and terrified of intimacy. Colson, on the other hand, is living up to his womanizer reputation as a way to cope with heartbreak. When his new guitarist invites his twin sister to join them on tour, Colson discovers that he's actually capable of feeling. Will Presley and Colson be able to push past all of the barriers trying to prevent them from happening?

Content/Warnings: Smut (18+, it isn't much but it's there), getting walked in on, angst, swearing, physical fighting, blood, all the emotion

Shoutout to everyone who messages me, reblogs/comments/likes these chapters, and all the anons who give me so much love on a daily basis. Y'all really encourage me to keep writing and posting. Also...this chapter hurts. You've been warned.

Presley

Two weeks left. Just two weeks until Colson and I can stop hiding and finally tell everyone our secret. 

I’m so sick of waiting. It’s so painful not to be all over Colson like I want to be. It sucks to watch him from across the room knowing how much he wants me beside him but knowing that we can’t, not with Cash around. All the while, Cash snuggles up to Olivia. Kisses her. Holds her hand. Scoops her into his arms when he runs offstage. I hate him.

I don’t hate him. He’s my brother. My best friend. But I’m so angry with him that it makes me sick. And if he reacts poorly to my and Colson’s relationship, I’m going to see red. 

Our next show is in Olivia’s hometown, so we’re all staying at her parents’ huge house. They’re out of town for work which Liv says is pretty typical. The house is two stories and gigantic, with a huge pool out back, a basement with a gigantic sectional and a pool table, darts, and a table created specifically for beer pong. It’s the perfect set up for a bunch of people who like to party.

My one drink limit is now down to zero. I will never drink again after the hangover I had. Jesus. I puked all morning, and I did not like Colson having to see me like that. But he was amazing, as always, rubbing my back, getting me water, and taking care of me. When it feels like I can’t keep this secret anymore, I just look at Colson and remind myself how much he loves me and how nice it will be once we no longer have to hide.

It’s late in the evening and we’re all out by the pool. Cash and Baze are grilling burgers for everyone and us girls hang by the pool, sitting on the ledge with our feet in the water. The rest of the guys are gathered around a table, sipping beers and chatting. 

Every once in a while, I’ll take a second to just soak up my surroundings, my situation. Months ago, I was home, lonely in a one-bedroom apartment, doing nothing but working and playing the occasional show. I thought that was all there was to life. Now, I’m surrounded by people I consider close friends, traveling almost every single night, and in a happy, healthy relationship. I don’t know what I did to deserve all this, but I’m not complaining. 

I haven’t told Ashleigh yet about what’s going on with me and Colson. She and him have been friends for so long that I’m scared of how she’ll react. Until she brings it up or we confess to Cash, I’m keeping it a secret. When I can get a second alone with Olivia, she checks up on me and reassures me that everything will be okay. 

I glance over at Colson for the millionth time, and this time, he catches my eye. His smile is so small that no one else would be likely to notice, but I see it. He looks gorgeous as always in a backwards hat, shirtless in nothing but a pair of swim trunks. Nice and short, showing off those skinny legs, just how I like it. What I wouldn’t give to go over and sit on his lap, to take his face in my hands and kiss him. It hurts not being able to do that. 

I sigh quietly and grab my phone from where it’s sitting on the pavement beside me. I open up my text thread with Colson and send, Meet me in the basement in 5?

I watch as Colson picks up his phone and reads the message. He types something quickly, sets his phone back down, and returns to his conversation like nothing happened. My phone buzzes in my hand and I read the message. Can’t wait. 

“I’m gonna run to the bathroom,” I tell the girls, standing up. I dry my feet off on my towel and then slip inside the air conditioned house, shivering at the chill. I glance out the sliding door to make sure no one followed me, and then sneak into the basement. The next five minutes are torture, waiting for Colson to join me. 

The basement door opens and I hear footsteps, and for a second, I’m worried it isn’t Colson, but then I see his long legs tromping down the stairs. He grins when he sees me, and immediately, I’m in his arms. I giggle as he kisses all over my face, squeezing me to his chest. “I missed you,” he mumbles against my skin. 

“Missed you more,” I tell him. He pulls back a little to look down at me, and his eyes darken. My breath hitches and I swallow hard. “Do you think we have time?” I whisper.

“I need us to have time,” he says, gripping my hips to guide me around the pool table. He turns me so I’m facing the stairs, my back to him, and he caresses my waist. His lips press to my neck and I sigh, tilting my head to give him more access to my sensitive skin. 

“Mm, come on, baby,” I plead, eyes closing as he tucks my bathing suit to the side and brings his fingers between my legs, finding me wet from just the idea of him fucking me. 

He groans softly and spreads my arousal around. ���Fuck,” he grunts. “So wet already. Can I fuck you, baby?”

“Of course,” I say hastily, arching my back a little. 

“Fuck,” Colson breathes, and then I can hear him taking down his swim trunks. I gasp when I feel the head of his cock against my entrance, and I do my best to stifle a whimper as he bends his knees and slides in. “Missed you so much,” he sighs as he pushes in to the hilt. 

I shiver and close my eyes, biting my lip hard. I grip the table with shaking hands. “M-missed you, too,” I manage. “Fuck, Cols–”

Colson picks up his pace right away, gripping my hips firmly, and I whine in the back of my throat, hanging my head. It’s so hard not to moan, not to cry out his name when he’s filling me so perfectly. I can tell Colson is trying to conceal his moans, too, letting nothing but soft grunts and sighs slip past his lips. 

“More,” I beg, and Colson listens, pressing me harder into the table to fuck me faster. The head of his cock is slamming right into my g-spot and I bite my lip so hard I taste blood to stifle my sounds. I whimper when I feel myself starting to pulse around him, when out of nowhere–

“What the fuck?”

Oh no.

Oh, god no.

Cash.

My eyes fly open and with a curse, Colson pulls back from me, yanking his shorts back up hastily. My heart is pounding so hard that Colson can probably hear it. Cash stands at the bottom of the stairs, stock still, looking back and forth between me and Colson. He’s breathing hard and his face is red. He is pissed. Furious. 

“Cash,” I say warningly, but he shakes his head.

“Nah, I’m not doing this.” He throws up his hands and starts up the stairs.

“Cash, wait!” I call, coming around from behind the table. 

“No, you can both fuck off,” he says, pausing before coming back down the stairs. “And you,” he says to Colson, coming a little closer. Colson stands stiffly behind the pool table, jaw clenched and mouth shut. “You. I told you not to fucking do that. Fuck you, Kells.” With that, he turns and storms up the stairs, leaving me and Colson in his wake. 

“Fuck,” I say weakly, covering my face with my hands as tears well in my eyes.

Colson comes over and wraps my shaking body in his arms. “It’s okay,” he says quietly. “It’ll be okay.”

“This is the worst possible way for him to find out,” I whine, burying my face in his chest. “I need to talk to him.”

“Not now,” Colson says after a moment’s hesitation.

“Yeah,” I agree. “Not a good idea when he’s raging like this.” I bite my lip. “What do we do, Col?” I pull back from the embrace to look up at him.

Colson smiles weakly but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Guess we don’t have to hide anymore,” he says halfheartedly. 

I sigh and rest my forehead against his chest. Fuck. This is so, so bad. 

Colson

Presley and I don’t bother to rejoin the group. We take separate showers and retreat to our separate rooms. The plan was for her to sneak into my room after everyone else is asleep but I doubt that’ll be happening now. With Cash as fired up as he is, we definitely don’t need to be throwing it in his face. 

I don’t know what to do. I have to fix this. I can’t let this fuck up Presley’s relationship with Cash, and I don’t want to lose him as a friend, either. Yeah, it will suck for the band if he leaves, but I care more about the relationships at risk. Rook knows, of course, but will the others hate me, too? My stomach is so knotted with anxiety that it physically hurts not to curl up in the fetal position. 

I must lie there for hours trying to fall asleep, but I already struggle to sleep without Pres beside me, and with the anxiety I’m feeling, there’s no way I’m getting any shut eye tonight. I have to do something about this. I can’t go to bed this way. 

Finally, I roll out of bed and head quietly down to the kitchen. I never got to have a burger, so I’m starving, even though my stomach hurts. I might as well try to eat something. I pause outside the kitchen when I see the light is already on. It’s past two in the morning now, and the house is quiet. I didn’t think anyone else was up. I tell myself to chill. It could be anyone. It’s very unlikely that it’s…

Cash. Shit. He stands in front of the open fridge, but he turns around when he sees me. His nostrils flare and his eyes darken. “You motherfucker,” he says, and then, he’s lunging at me. 

It startles me so much that I don’t block the first punch. Cash’s tattooed knuckles slam right into my cheekbone and I wince, but it’s not the first time I’ve been punched and it probably won’t be the last. I take a step back when he swings again, and the third time, I catch his fist. He snarls and swings at me with the other fist, and when he misses, adrenaline must kick in because he backs me up and slams me into the wall with more force than I thought he was capable of inflicting. My head knocks back against the wall and I see stars for a second. And then, his fist collides with my nose.

“Cash, fuck, stop!” I roar, and fuck, I don’t want to hit him back, but he just keeps coming, and a guy can only take so much. Especially when I’m mad as fuck at him, too. When he rears back his fist, I throw mine and hit him hard. Blood flies and he collapses backwards into the island.

“What the fuck is going on?” Slim yells, running into the kitchen followed by Baze and Justin. When he sees Cash lunge at me again, he and Justin cut him off, holding him back. He’s like a caged lion, trying to get to his prey, gnashing his teeth as blood drips from his nose.

I’m panting hard, and Baze grabs my arm, but I shake him off. I’m not going for the kid again. I just needed him to stop hitting me. I swipe my hand across my face and it comes away bloody. I’m not as mad as I should be. The fight seems to slowly go out of Cash and we’re all quiet, the eye of the storm.

Until Hurricane Presley enters. 

“What the fuck?” she cries, looking between me and Cash. She can obviously tell I’m more beaten up than her brother, and she quickly decides on her victim. Her nostrils flare and her eyes darken just like her twin’s, and suddenly, the resemblance is uncanny. The only difference is that Presley scares me and Cash doesn’t. 

She zeroes in on Cash and even Slim and Justin know to back away. “Cash David Carver, I’m going to fucking kill you!” she screams, and I’ve never heard her this way, almost feral. She lunges at Cash and, despite him having four inches on her, she throws him to the ground with ease. “You motherfucker! How dare you! Colson doesn’t deserve that!” She’s not even hitting him, she’s just sitting on his chest pinning his arms down with her knees. “What is wrong with you!” she yells. 

The rest of us are dead silent. No one expected this to happen tonight. Rook, Ash, and Olivia eventually find their way to the kitchen, too. When Olivia sees Cash, her eyes widen. “Oh my god!” she says. “Cash–”

“Get away from us,” Presley snarls, and my blood runs cold. Holy shit. My girlfriend is scary when she’s furious. She turns back to Cash and looks down at him. He looks a little scared and he doesn’t fight against her. Before any of us can predict it, Presley’s hand winds back and she smacks him across the face so hard that each and every one of us cringes, a few “oooh”s rising. 

With that, Presley gets to her feet and goes to the sink, ripping off a paper towel. She gets it wet and then makes her way to me. She bunches up the towel and gently dabs at my face. My eyelashes flutter at her gentle touch. Cash has to get over this. He has to. We love each other. Pres gently wipes off the blood, examining my face with her beautiful eyes. “There,” she says softly. “I think that’s all. You okay, baby?”

“I’m fine,” I say quietly. Presley nods and then leans in, kissing me softly. 

“What the fuck?” Slim says, looking over at Rook who’s stone faced. “You knew, man?”

“Sorry,” Rook says, but he doesn’t sound sorry. 

“Who the fuck else knew?”

“Just me,” Olivia says quietly. Cash is sitting against the island now and he looks over at Olivia, his eyes flashing with pain. 

“Oh, this is so fucked up,” he croaks, getting to his feet. “I’m out.” With that, he sulks out of the kitchen and towards the stairs.

“Cash, wait!” Liv calls, scurrying after him, leaving the rest of us standing in the kitchen. 

Justin clears his throat. “Um. Explain?” he asks.

Presley looks up at me and I clear my throat. “Presley and I are together,” I say slowly. “She’s my girlfriend.” I gain confidence the more I speak and I stand up a little straighter. “And I love her. I don’t give a fuck what any of y’all think, I’m not a manwhore who can’t keep his dick in his pants, ight? I’m capable of falling in love and I have. I’ve found the girl I want to be with forever. And if anyone else has shit to say about it, take a look at Cash’s face and decide if that’s the right move.” I’m breathing hard when I’m done, but I soften when Presley wraps her arm around my waist. I wrap my arm around her shoulders and tug her close.

“Dude,” Slim says, and that’s when I realize he’s smiling. So are Justin, Baze, and Ashleigh.

Baze laughs and shakes his head. “You crazy motherfucker,” he says. “I’m so happy for you.”

“Same,” Slim says with a chuckle. “You two look great together.”

“If you’re happy, we’re happy,” Justin adds.

“I’m just mad you didn’t tell me,” Ash says. 

I relax immediately, pressing a kiss to Presley’s forehead. “Thanks,” I croak. “But Cash hates me. He told me when Pres first joined us to stay away from her. Clearly I didn’t listen.”

The boys wince. “But that’s not fair,” Presley says. “I’m 23 years old, just like Cash. It’s not up to him who I date.” 

“True,” Slim says with a nod. 

“Probably just weird to see his sister with his friend,” Rook says quietly. “Not saying he did the right thing, just…saying.”

I sigh softly, suddenly exhausted. I can’t believe I hit Cash. Fuck. When I hear Presley sniffle, I look down, and I can see her silently crying. “Hey,” I say softly, holding her face. “Are you okay?” 

She sniffs again. “This is so messed up,” she whimpers. “Cash is my best friend. I can’t believe he hit you.”

“I hit him back,” I say.

“Of course you did,” she says. “Was he coming at you?” I hesitate, then nod. “Exactly. Self-defense.” She wipes her eyes. “God, I’m so mad at him.”

“I know,” I say softly. 

“But he’s hurt,” she says. “I need to go check on him.”

I nod and let her go. “Okay.” Presley takes a deep breath and then leaves the kitchen. I groan and sink to the ground, tearing my hands through my hair. “Jesus Christ,” I mutter.

“It’s gonna be fine, dude,” Slim says. “Cash’ll get over it.”

“I don’t know,” I croak. “What if he doesn’t? Pres won’t choose me over her brother.” And there it is. That’s what I’m really scared of. Cash will never approve, and Presley will never choose a guy over her family, and she’ll break my fucking heart. Suddenly, it’s all too much. All of the emotions that I held in for 29 years, all of the anger and fear and love and joy and misery, and much to my horror, I start to cry in front of my friends, the toughest dudes I know. 

But then the toughest dudes I know are sitting next to me, pulling me into their arms. “It’s okay, bro, it’s all good,” Slim soothes. 

“It’s alright, Kells,” Baze adds. 

Ash hands me a tissue and sits down on the floor. Thank god for these friends. I would be totally lost without them. We sit there for a long time, and Presley, Cash, and Olivia never resurface. I need to get up and check on Presley, but I’m so scared to talk to her. 

“Ash,” I say. “Will you go check on Pres?”

“Of course.” Ash gets to her feet and heads upstairs. Five minutes later, she’s back down, and she looks apprehensive. “Cash and Olivia are locked in her room and Presley is locked in hers.”

“Fuck,” I mutter. “I gotta go check on Presley.” I get to my feet and hug my brothers, then take a deep breath and head up the stairs to find my girl. 

Sure enough, her door is locked and I rap softly. “Pres, baby, it’s Colson.”

Silence.

My gut twists. “Pres?” I knock again. Nothing. I let my forehead fall against the door and I sigh shakily, closing my eyes. I can’t do this. I got into a physical fight with one of my close friends, my girlfriend is locked in her room ignoring me, and I cried for the first time in years in front of my friends. Everything is such a fucking mess.

And I can’t handle it.

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to the megan fox anon, Megan said she & brian green (her ex husband) was "destined" for each other & she feels he's her soulmate. Then proceed to be with her twin flame, MGK lmao

Well I'm not an expert in soulmates/twin flames, so I can't say. However, Megan does have a tendency of making her partners rely on her? Like I just see that scene that gives motherly vibes where she's hugging her partner and their head is against her chest and she's going "there, there." and stroking his head.. Her partners can be sort of too dependent on her and in a way become like a kid. She likes that they rely on her a lot too.

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