#colsonbaker

[i-think-i-did-it-again]

The Tour X

A/N: I know not much happens in this chapter but it's building, I promise! Warnings: swearing, make out, angst

Chase and Baze’s other friends hung around for a few days after the party, occasionally coming to the concert but mostly finding their own ways to entertain themselves until the after parties. Chase invited you to join them a few times but you knew that if you took him up on the offer, you’d technically be breaking your contract and you didn’t want to be fired when you were having so much fun on tour.

You were kind of bummed when Chase said that he had to head home. Thanks to the concerts and after parties, the two of you never really had a chance to be alone but that didn’t stop you from proving your point to Colson. Any chance you got, you found a way to remind him that you didn’t belong to him. Sometimes it would be as subtle as standing with Chase at the parties or backstage. Other times it would be obvious as sitting on his lap, letting him hold your hand and stroke your hair or kissing him while the two of you danced in the middle of a nightclub. You would feel the daggers that Colson sent your way when Chase would kiss you and you didn’t give a single fuck. 

Be as pissed as you want, I don’t fucking care!

“Where’d your boy toy go?” Colson sneered at you as he walked into the kitchenette area of the bus. You sat at the dining table, scrolling through Instagram.

“Had to go home, some people have real jobs,” you jeered back with an eyeroll. 

When you stand to head back to your bunk you feel a tug at your wrist. You look down to see Colson’s large hand wrapped around your wrist, holding you in place. You pull back as if his touch burns and tuck your hands into the pockets of your jeans. You can see how the gesture hurts him and you try to not feel guilty but no matter what happens, you still care about him even if you know you shouldn’t.

“Look, about what I said in the green room,” he starts awkwardly and you’re suddenly very aware of the small space you’re in. “I-I shouldn’t have said it and I’m not even really sure why I did but I just want you to know, I…I didn’t mean it and I’m sorry.”

“Which part? You said a few pretty shitty things,” you grimace as you remember his words.

Don’t let him suck you in. It doesn’t matter what he’s sorry for. He was an ass who made his bed and now he has to lie in it.

“All of it. I just, can we start over?” his eyes look so serious, so pleading that your chest physically tightens.

No, we can’t.

“I accept your apology but I don’t think we should do…that again.”

His face drops and you have to force yourself to walk away. You don’t want to but you made yourself a promise and you have to stick to it. You lie down in your bunk feeling like the biggest asshole in the world but you have to remind yourself that this isn’t your fault. Colson was the one that acted like a dick and you’re not a pushover who just lets people do nasty things to you and you just accept it. You have dignity, you have morals.

As you feel the curtain of your bunk flitter, you know Colson is slinking back to his own room and you tense at the sound of his door slamming. The curtain of your bunk pulls to the side and Rook hangs over the side of his bunk above you, staring at you with those all knowing eyes.

“What the fuck is going on between the two of you?” he asks in a hushed voice. Sophie’s curtain shifts and she is now also staring at you.

“It’s complicated,” you mumble, pulling your curtain closed and rolling over to face the wall and hope you can get some sleep.

The drive from Texas to Oklahoma is only 5 hours but you spend a majority of that time either sleeping or hiding out in your bunk. You hear the low murmur of voices in the front lounge, Rook and Sam playing video games, Sophie on the phone or the sound of some sporting event on the TV. You don’t once hear Colson’s door open or hear his voice with your friends. You feel guilty that he feels the need to hide in his room but you push the guilt down with the rest of it.

When the bus finally comes to a stop outside your hotel room, you wait for the bus to empty before venturing out of your bunk. You pull the curtain aside and peak your head out to make sure it’s actually empty. You jump down and adjust your t-shirt and fix your bed hair. You feel warm breath on the back of your neck and turn around to see Colson staring down at you with cold eyes. You move out of the way so he can pass you but he makes no attempt to do so. You stand there awkwardly for a moment, staring at him. You huff out a breath of frustration and grab your phone from your bed and head to the front of the bus. He’s hot on your heels, practically stepping on top of you to stay right behind you.

“Ok, what the fuck is your problem?” you reel back and scream in his face. 

He doesn’t say anything, instead he continues to stare down at you with that same blank expression. Your emotions are a mixture of flustered and frustrated. You want to escape him but you also want to scream at him but that’s not the most overwhelming feeling. The most overwhelming urge to get the lifeless expression off his face. It’s unnerving and it seems almost unnatural on his usual expression. He’s always smiling, his eyes shining.

With a shaky hand you reach up, his eyes zeroing in on your hand. You lightly graze your fingers over his cheek and his stony features begin to crack. His eyes flutter closed and he almost leans into your touch. You can tell he’s resisting the urge to let you in but he’s slowly losing the battle. He sighs, deep and heavy, before opening his eyes again. His pupils dilate as he looks at you, studying your features.

He dips his head so he’s eye level with you. You’re so in control until you make the stupidest decision you could possibly make. You study his features closely, your eyes searching his face, and at the last minute your eyes dip to his lips. You immediately regret it, darting your eyes everywhere but there but it’s too late. He caught you and now he knows he has the upperhand. 

Colson stands to his full height which is extremely intimidating in the small space. You try to step back but that just pushes you against the wall that separates the front of the bus from the bunks. He steps closer, trapping you with his body. He wraps his fingers around the back of your neck and pulls your face closer to his. Then, his lips collide with yours. You can’t stop the moan that escapes your lips. 

STOP HIM! PUSH HIM AWAY! HAVE SOME FUCKING WILLPOWER!

Your mind is screaming at you but your body is singing. Every nerve ending feels as though it’s on fire. Your skin is flushed, your lips bending to Colson’s every will and need. Your panties are absolutely soaked and you’re enjoying every tantalising second of it. Colson’s hard cock is pressed against your stomach and that only spurs you on. His body pressed against is so delicious, so intoxicating, you almost don’t hear the gasp.

You push Colson away to see Ashleigh, Rook and Sophie all staring at the two of you, their jaws on the floor. As soon as his lips and body are away from yours, it’s as if a fog clears from your mind. Suddenly realise how ridiculously fucking stupid it was to let him back in like that, without so much as a fight. You don’t know what to say to your friends. Embarrassment fills you and it’s like you’re drowning in your own shame and then you’re pissed.

You push through everyone to get out of the bus, not having the guts to face them. You can hear Colson calling your name as you run into the lobby of the hotel. You try to ignore him but he’s getting closer and closer. You can’t take the feeling of shame anymore and you just…snap.

“STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!” you scream at him and he stops dead in his tracks, his face a mix of confusion and anger. Before he can say anything else, you duck into the restroom off the lobby, collapsing back against the door, fits of sobs filling the small room.

[imaginewithmgk]

a daydream away

prompt; a daydream away - all time low

link to music video

summary: y/n and colson keep having day dreams about each other

word count: 2,801

warnings: drug & alcohol, light smut

I wish you could see your face right now 'Cause you're grinning like a fool And we're sitting on your kitchen floor On a Tuesday afternoon

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“I can’t believe you said that!” I laugh at my best friend.

“He was being annoying, what did you expect?” He responds, his breaths interrupted with the laugh he tries to cover up so often. I wish he wouldn’t because it has to be my favourite sound, ever. 

“Still! You didn’t have to tell him to fuck off,” I grin.

“I wish you could see your face right now,” Colson laughs. 

“What? Why!?” I laugh with him. 

“You’re grinning like a fool,” He smirks.

“Oh, shut up,” I playfully hit his chest. Colson and I went to a late lunch and were interrupted by the usual swarm of paparazzi, the life of a modern-day rockstar I suppose. Instead of ignoring them like he usually does, and is supposed to, the mixture of alcohol and mushrooms in his system had apparently disbanded his dignity and necessity to care about his public image, hence the abrupt “Fuck off!” aimed at the group swarming our once peaceful table. Like I said, the alcohol definitely played a large role in the outburst, we’re both pretty drunk. 

“Couldn’t help it,” He shrugs and pours another drink for the both of us. I slide my back down the kitchen counter and plop on the floor, my legs feel like jelly so I figure the cold tiles will almost certainly either sober me up or at least make me feel better. He turns around with two drinks in his hand,

“What are you doing on the floor?” Colson furrows his eyebrows.

“Dunno, looked comfy I spose,” I slur. I think the coldness of the tiles or being this close to the ground made me feel drunker, is that possible? Apparently so. He smirks, still looking confused but amused at the same time, and slides down next to me. He places the drinks on the floor, one on the right side of my ankle and the other somewhere next to him. I bend my knees so they’re against my stomach and wrap my arms around them, I’m suddenly very cold. The effect of the tiles I guess. 

“Hey, what day is it?” I ask Colson and lean my head on his shoulder. I watch our shadows reflect on the various objects in his dark kitchen. 

“I think it’s a Tuesday afternoon?” 

“Oh god,” I huff. 

It doesn't matter when we get back To doing what we do 'Cause right now could last forever Just as long as I'm with you.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“These tiles are so fucking cold,” I laugh. 

“My ass is freezing,” Colson groans as he uses his hands to push himself up and stand up somewhat straight. He rocks back and forth for a few seconds before offering me his hand, I take it and he helps me up. I stabilise myself and finish my drink quickly. He does the same.

“Movie marathon?” I offer. 

“Hell yeah!” Colson yells before quite literally scampering away to his bedroom I assume. He seems to always pick his bedroom, and house in general, to hang out in opposed to mine, but I don’t mind because his bed is comfier anyway and I feel more comfortable when he’s around. 

I do my best to navigate my way to Colson’s room without destroying any property, but the effect alcohol has on my body is tragic. I knock into a few walls but eventually make it to his room and plop my body down on his bed. I crawl into a comfortable position, my favourite position in fact, that just so happens to be on his chest with his arm wrapped around me. 

We watch a movie or two but then I am rudely interrupted by my own bladder. I was very comfortable and warm until I couldn’t last another minute without going to the bathroom.

“I’m going to pee, I’ll be right back,” I say as I watch his eyes droop with tiredness but I don’t mind. He needs a good rest. 

You're just a daydream away I wouldn't know what to say if I had you

Colson’s P.O.V.

I watch her walk into the bathroom and breathe out gently at the thought of her. I wouldn’t know what to do or say if I had her. I’ve never felt more content than I do when she’s in my arms, and I’m sad she’s gone. I hear the tap run which signals she’s washing her hands and/or face so I make my way out of the bed and walk over to the bathroom. She opens the door and almost crashes into my chest, I guess she didn’t expect me to be standing right outside the door when she opened it, which makes sense. I wouldn’t expect it either. 

“W-what are you doing?” My best friend asks me as I place both hands above her shoulders, next to her face, and gently push her against one of the walls in my bedroom. I brush a stray hair out of her face and tuck it behind her ear, leaving my hand on the side of her warm face. 

“Can I kiss you?” I mumble, staring into her entrancing eyes. She nods gently so I lean my face in slowly. Our lips mould together perfectly, like they were only made for each others. At this moment in time I know she’s my soulmate, my twin flame, everything I wanted and was meant to have in life. I grip one hand on her hip and leave the other on the side of her face, rubbing my thumb gently over her cheek. Y/N pulls away slowly and rests her forehead on mine, our warm breaths are the only thing we can concentrate on. 

“Jump,” I whisper. She does exactly what I told her to and wraps her legs around my waist. Instead of a kiss filled with passion like the previous one, this one is filled with lust. I spin us around so I can lie her on my bed and crawl on top of her. I trail kisses from her lips, down her jaw, then her neck and begin to suck on the delicate skin that litters her collarbones. 

And I'll keep you a daydream away Just watch from a safe place So I never have to lose

3rd Person’s P.O.V.

“Colson?” Y/N’s voice interrupts his daydream. Daydream, that whole kiss was a fucking daydream. He thinks to himself. The troubled boy puts his head in his hands and huffs loudly.

“Yeah?” He looks up at her with his sparkling blue eyes. The girl kneels down on the bed and places her soft hands over his rough ones. The combination creates a perfect synergy. 

“What’s wrong?” She furrows her eyebrows.

“Nothing, just had a weird daydream,” Colson tells her. 

“What was it about?” She asks as she resumes her usual position, in both of their favourite spots, with her head on his chest and his arm wrapped around her shoulder. They both feel secure. 

“I was reminiscing on a party we had recently,” He lies. He feels incredibly bad but he believes there’s no way he can ever tell her how he truly feels about her.

“Okay,” She mumbles, knowing he was lying because they hadn’t had any parties recently. She decides to respect his wishes to keep it to himself and not push the issue. She knew she would figure out what’s wrong with him sooner or later. 

“You’re just a daydream away,” He thinks to himself. 

We would go out on the weekend To escape our busy lives And we'd laugh at all the douche bag guys Chasing down their desperate wives

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“You’re way too hot to be acting like that!” I watch in awe as Colson belts out the words to an unreleased song with Dom by his side and Mod not too far away. I love nights like this, where Colson and I decide to go out and there’s an impromptu performance at The Roxy. Nights where we would randomly stumble in Travis and the two men couldn’t help but jam together in front of a large, very drunk, crowd of people. All different types of people, but mostly influencers who post little snippets on their Instagram stories for fans to obsess over for months. I’m definitely guilty of a few drunk posts here and there. 

“Did you like the song?” Colson asks me as he gives me a very sweaty hug. 

“Dude! You’re so sweaty, get away from me!” I laugh as I swat him away. He reluctantly lets go and pouts. “But yes, I did love the song,”

“You better,” He grumbles and moves away to grab a drink. 

He returns not long after with a drink for himself, and a drink for me. I’m designated driver tonight so a lemonade is the craziest drink I’ll be downing.

“Thank you my love,” I say before taking a swig of the fizzy liquid. 

“No worries,” He says before wrapping a strong arm around my shoulders. “Hey, check them out,” Col points at a man trying to get the attention of a woman who I assume to be his wife. The man tugs on her wrist as she talks to the bartender. 

“Come on, let’s go home,” I hear him plead. 

“One more drink,” She slurs. Colson and I laugh at the pair, a douchebag guy chasing down his desperate wife. I only hope that won’t be me one day. 

I would drink a little too much You'd offer me a ride And I would offer you a t-shirt And you would stay another night

Colson’s P.O.V.

I sway from side to side, the alcohol suddenly hitting me all at once. I think I’ve had a little too much. 

“Do you want to stay at mine or yours tonight?” Y/N asks as she leans her head on my chest. 

“Mine, when did you want to go?” I ask her, hoping she’d say now. I’d much rather be at home with her than here right now. Don’t get me wrong, I love my friends and I love performing but when I get past a certain point of drunkness I just want to go home with my girl. Well, I wish she was my girl. 

“Now?” She asks. 

“Sounds good to me,” I pause. “Can you stay over?”

“Yeah of course,” She smiles.

We make our way to her car, she decided to be the designated driver tonight so she’s completely sober. I love that she is responsible and controlled enough to stay sober in one of her most favourite party environments, it’s very admirable. I stumble a few times but eventually get situated in the passenger seat. I watch as the puts her seatbelt on and demands me to mine on,

“Put your seatbelt on love,” She smiles at me. I nod and put it on, not without difficulty that’s for sure. Y/N puts her car in drive, puts the handbrake down and drives off towards my house.

“Thank you for staying over,” I hiccup. 

“I stay over all the time, even when you don’t want me to. It’s practically my house now! You don’t need to thank me,” She laughs. 

“Still,” I pause and reach over to place my hand on her thigh. I swear I can see her blushing. “I appreciate it,”

“Anytime Col,” She responds. 

“And I always want you around,” I tell her. 

“Aww you’re so cute,” She puts her hand on top of mine. 

“You should move in,” I hiccup, again. 

“That’s a conversation to be had when sober,” She laughs. I love her laugh. 

“Here, drink this,” Y/N says as she hands me a bottle of water. I stumble through the kitchen and grab the bottle, pretty much inhaling it. I always forget how dehydrated smoking and drinking makes me. 

“Let’s go to bed,” I tug on her wrist and lead her to my room. 

I watch as she pulls her short dress down once again. 

“Do you want something else to sleep in?” I laugh at her. 

“Shut up,” She pouts. “But yes please,” 

I laugh at her and grab a clean t-shirt from my drawer,

“Here,” I throw it to her and watch her walk into the bathroom. 

“Col, you gave me your favourite shirt! I didn’t notice until I put it on. I can’t wear this,” Y/N pouts. 

“I’d give you anything I own if it means you’ll stay another night,” I tell her. 

“Colson,” She drags my name out as she walks over and sits next to me on my bed. “I love you,” She wraps her arms around me from the side. 

“I love you too,” I hug her back. 

You're just a daydream away I wouldn't know what to say if I had you And I'll keep you a daydream away Just watch from a safe place So I never have to lose

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I wake up snuggled up to Colson, he has his arms wrapped around me. I rub my eyes and pinch my arm to make sure I’m not daydreaming, I’ve been doing that a lot lately so I have to check sometimes. I stir before kissing his collarbone lightly. I freeze and watch in disbelief as he opens his eyes,

“I- I don’t know why I did that,” 

“It’s fine Y/N,” Colson laughs as he lets go of me. I frown at the sudden loss of contact. 

“Um I’m going to go brush my teeth,” I exclaim as I get out of the bed quickly and scurry into the bathroom. I shut the door behind me, face the mirror and put my hands on the counter. 

“What is wrong with me?” I think to myself. For the past few weeks I’ve been having non stop daydreams about Colson, from cute dates to us hooking up. It’s starting to become a problem. 

I splash my face with cold water and take a deep breath before actually brushing my teeth like I said I was going to, then head out of the bathroom. 

I open the door to see Colson still lying in the same place. I smile lightly and get back into bed with him, moving into the same position I was in. He wraps his arms around me again as I turn to face him. 

“Hi,” He says softly. 

“Hey,” I blush, and make direct eye contact with him. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He grins. 

“I want to tell you something but you have to promise not to be weird about it,”

“Sure, what’s up?” Colson rubs my back lightly in a comforting way and I can’t help but shiver at his touch. 

“I keep having these weird daydreams about you,” I admit shyly. 

“And what do we do in them?”

“Well sometimes it’s just us hanging out like normal, sometimes it’s a bit more… intense,”

“What do you mean intense?” He furrows his eyebrows. 

“I don’t know how to explain it,” I lower my voice. “Sometimes we’re cuddling like normally do, sometimes we’re kissing, sometimes we do more than that…”

“Wow Y/N, I don’t know what to say,”

“I shouldn’t have told you, oh my god! It’s so embarrassing,” I whine.

“No it’s not. I’m not judging you at all, I’m just in shock because I’ve been having the same day dreams,” 

“Are you serious?” My eyes widen. “What are the odds?” I giggle, trying to lighten the mood. He doesn’t say anything. His eyes drift down to my lips and then up to my eyes to make direct contact.

“Can I kiss you?” I nod. Colson places two fingers under my chin and leans in to get closer to my face. I feel his breath fan my lips, before his lips connect with mine. Our lips move in sync, god I’ve waited so long for this feeling. He pushes himself up, whilst still keeping our mouths connected and hovers over me. I allow him to put one knee in between my legs and the other on the side of my body. I run my hand down the side of his stomach and he shivers which makes me smile into the kiss. 

Colson pulls away from my lips and rests his forehead on mine.

“I love you,” He says gently.

“I love you too,”

“Y/N, you awake?” I feel a finger poke my shoulder.

“Huh? What?” I open my eyes to see Colson staring at me strangely.

Was I seriously day dreaming again?

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[im-a-matt-girl]

i saw somewhere that you write smuts for matt, where can i find those? also idk why people are bashing you so much, it’s a bit weird to care so much, this is why i hate the tumblr fans bc they be doing too much

hello 🙂 nice to meet you.

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[i-think-i-did-it-again]

The Tour IX

Warning: swearing, make out, drinking, angst

Why the fuck did I do that? If all she wants to do is fuck my brains out a couple of times a day, I should let her and say thank you for it. 

Colson paces around his hotel room, pissed at his stupid ego. He only shut you down because he was hoping you’d see him as more than just a fuck buddy. It felt dirty when you’d said it to him that it physically made his skin crawl. You deserved so much more than just a casual fling and he couldn’t believe you didn’t see that. 

He was not in the mindset to put on a concert but he had to pull himself together. He had a quick shower, trying his best not to think about you as he cleaned his naked body. Every time he thought of you, he thought of your lips, your moans, your tight, wet pussy wrapped around his-

Stop fucking thinking about her!

Colson had to completely shut his brain off if he was going to get anything done. He shaved and jumped out of the shower, drying off and wrapping the towel around his waist. He picked out an outfit to wear to the venue, his concert outfit already in the green room of the venue. 

He’d thought it was ridiculous when Ashleigh had suggested letting a stylist pick out his concert outfits but now he didn’t mind so much. She had good taste and the clothes were usually pretty comfortable on stage. Besides, he already used her to design and choose his outfits for events so it wasn’t like he didn’t trust her to a certain point. 

A knock at the door interrupts just as he’s about to pull his t-shirt on and he growls quietly to himself, feeling particularly irritable after his conversation with you. He throws the t-shirt on and stomps over to the door. He’s surprised to find a very concerned Rook and Ashleigh standing there, staring at him, burning fire and brimstone into his soul. 

“What do you two want?” he asks with a gruff tone, turning and walking away without hearing their answer. 

“Have you seen Y/N?” Ashleigh asks in a panic. That makes him sit up and pay attention. Ash never panics. 

“No, why?” he looks between the two of them when no one makes any attempt to answer. “Would someone please fucking answer, you’re freaking me out.”

“No one has seen her since we left the venue. I thought she’d gone to her room to take a nap but I’ve been banging on her door for half an hour with no answer,” Rook explains before pulling his phone out and dialling a number. “No, she’s not in here.” he tells whoever is on the other end of the line and hangs up. 

It doesn’t make any sense to Colson. Why wouldn’t you have come back from the venue when everybody else did?

Hello, earth to dumbass! Maybe because you were a dick to her and she didn’t want to be around you!

Colson swallows the bile rising in the back of his throat at the thought of you alone, upset and wandering a city you don’t know. He pulls his phone out and tried calling you but it goes straight to voicemail. It’s not like you to just disappear. What if someone saw you and grabbed you while everyone was off in their own selfish fucking worlds. 

“Didn’t she leave the venue with you?” Ash asks like it’s the most obvious thing in the world and Colson immediately feels guilty. 

“Um…no, we had a-a discussion and then I left to…to get something to eat and nap,” he quickly explains and they both eye him suspiciously. 

“What kind of discussion?” Rook narrows his eyes at Colson and he’s never felt it before but suddenly he’s afraid of his best friend. 

The sound of your voice echoing through the hallway sets everyone at ease. Colson, Ashleigh and Rook all stick their heads out to see you walking down the hallway, absentmindedly talking on the phone. When you look up to see three sets of eyes staring, you stop dead in your tracks. 

“I’ll call you back,” you mumble into the phone to your friend. “Why are you all staring at me?”

“Where the hell have you been? We’ve been calling you for hours!” Ashleigh is visibly frustrated and you’re not used to that emotion. 

“Sorry, there was some drama at my old job and one of my friends called to vent.”

They didn’t need to know that you actually called her to sob about what Colson had said to you and that she was yelling at you to grow a pair, make the asshole sit up and pay attention. You consciously avoid his eyes, focusing only on Rook and Ashleigh’s gazes. 

“Sorry, I didn’t realise how long I was gone for. I’m going to call her back and get ready.” 

You push past everyone and head to your room, ignoring their stares that follow you down the hallway, and close your door securely behind you. 

“What the fuck did you do?” Rook turns back to Colson, a dark look taking over his usually soft features. 

“What are you talking about?” Colson deflects nonchalantly. 

“She couldn’t even look at you. What the fuck was this so called ‘discussion’ the two of you had? Did it have anything to do with you swiping her room key from Ashleigh that first night?”

That night seemed so long ago now that Colson had all but blocked it from his mind. He wanted nothing more than to allow the memory to come flashing back to his mind but he pushed it away as quickly as it popped up. He knew Rook was just being protective of his friend and he couldn’t fault him for that but what happened between you and him was your own damn business. 

“No, now leave it the fuck alone,” Colson gritted through his teeth before slamming his door shut effectively ending the conversation, for now. 

The after party that Baze was throwing in his hotel room was so wild, you didn’t know where to look. In one corner there was Rook and Baze doing shots off half naked women, in another corner there was guys playing flaming beer pong which seemed like the dumbest idea ever, in another part of the room there was couples playing swap the girlfriend and then there was a bunch of people in the bathroom playing bathtub karaoke. You stood awkwardly off to the side, half listening to Ashleigh and Sophie’s drunk conversation and half watching the festivities. You could feel Colson watching you, a group of women hanging off him and trying to hold his attention. 

You didn’t recognise most of the people in the room except for your friends. There was a few familiar faces from backstage and a few friends of Baze’s from back home. A lot of bikey types with long hair, extensive tattoos and dark expressions. This party didn’t seem like their sort of scene but they swayed along to the music anyway. One of them caught your eye and smiled at you and suddenly he didn’t look so intimidating. You smiled and tipped your solo cup in his direction and he winked at you. 

He had jet black hair and dark brown eyes. His skin was tanned like he spent a lot of time outdoors. He wore a tight black t-shirt that hugged his rippling muscles perfectly. His tight black jeans showed off the muscularity of his thighs and his amazing ass. He either worked out a lot or was handcrafted by a Greek god. 

He strides across the room, his gaze never leaving your face, and stands in front of you with a kind smile and warm eyes. You can smell his cologne and you can’t help but take a deep breath in. He’s even taller up close and if you had to guess, you’d assume he might even be taller than Colson. 

“Hi,” the stranger calls out over the music. 

“Hey,” you call back, standing on your tippy toes so he can hear you clearer. 

“I’m Chase,” he holds out his large hand and you allow it to encapsulate your own. 

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.”

You notice a rather large rose tattoo on his right hand and you can’t help but stroke your thumb over it in admiration. Chase notices your interest and places his hand palm down in yours so you can study it closer. 

“First tattoo I ever got, hurt like a mother fucker but I was pretty hooked after that,” he explains as you study the colouring and line work. 

You look up his arms but frown when you notice no other tattoos. He smiles at you understandingly before lifting the bottom of his shirt to show toned abs and an extensive tattoo. You can only see part of it but you're pretty sure it leads the whole way up his torso. The bottom half of the tattoo appears to be the bottom half of a skull surrounded by more roses, all different colours. You can just make out the handle of a large sword that leads all the way up the length of his body. 

“That must’ve taken forever to finish,” you eye the tattoo with approval, resisting the urge to reach out and touch it. 

“Was a bunch of sessions spread over a few months but totally worth it. I’d be happy to show the whole tattoo some time,” he winks at you and you immediately blush. 

You can still feel Colson’s stare on the side of your face and it takes all your strength not to flip him the bird. 

You want to stare? I’ll give you something to look at. 

You release your earlier self-control and reach out to run your finger over the edge of Chase’s tattoo. He watches as you trace his tattoo and suddenly the gesture feels way too intimate for a crowded room. 

“I would love to see your tattoo but maybe not somewhere so public?” You look up at him with innocent eyes and his immediately light up at your invitation. 

“Where did you have in mind?” 

You take his hand and lead him to the door and down the hallway to your room. You unlock the door and slip both of you inside, feeling like you’re running away from something or somehow who’s following behind but you know it’s a stupid thought. When you’re alone in your room you’re suddenly hyper aware that even though Chase is a friend of Baze, he’s a complete stranger to you and now you’re alone in your room with him. 

“Do you want something to drink?” you ask, slipping your way to the mini fridge that you stocked with your favourite drinks and a beer. 

“Yeah sure, anything is fine,” Chase nods and sits down on the armchair near the fridge. 

You pull out two beers and hand him one. You take a big sip for liquid courage and stare at the floor. When you make no attempt to speak, the room begins to fill with an uncomfortable silence. 

“So how do you know everyone?” Chase asks politely. 

“I went on a date with Rook once but we realise about halfway through the night that we were better off as friends,” you shrug, finding the story so embarrassing now that you see Rook more like an older brother than a friend. 

“Oh so you’re not like secretly in love with him or anything?” he teases and you laugh but shake your head. 

No, not Rook. Just his best friend. 

“So, I’m pretty sure I was promised a tattoo viewing?” 

The beer is mixing with the alcohol you’d already consumed and you’re starting to feel way more courageous. Chase grins a heartbreaking smile and places his beer on the floor beside him. He stands and lifts his shirt over his head, giving you a full view of his tattoo. 

The top part of the skull has a red and black snake looping it’s way through the eye sockets, the colours so vibrant that it almost seems real. The flowers lead up around the skull, almost like it was dropped into a field of them. The sword is nestled between the flowers leading up to the middle of his chest. At the top of his chest is a banner that reads In rosa iaceat. 

“What do the words mean?” you ask curiously. 

“Loosely translated it means ‘let him lie on the rose’.”

You nod and move closer to him. You outline the entirety of the tattoo this time, not missing the way Chase’s breathing catches every time your fingertips move to a different aspect of the tattoo. His skin is warm and smooth but his muscles are hard. A complete juxtaposition. He smells even better up close. You stand on your tippy toes to study the Latin words sprawled across his skin. Before you can stop yourself, you lean forward and brush your lips along the words. He rolls his head back and lets out a groan of approval. You don’t know why you do it but for right now, you don’t want to think, you don’t want to analyse, you just want to do. 

You run your fingers up his arms and wrap them around his neck, pulling him closer to you. He responds by placing his hands on your hips. You walk him backwards until his legs hit the edge of the bed and he sits. You straddle his lap, already feeling his hard cock under you. You lean forward slowly, teasingly, and press your lips gently to his. That’s when he takes over. 

Chase wraps his fingers in your hair and pulls you to him so your lips are firmly against his. He grinds up into you and you moan into his mouth. He pulls your t-shirt over your head and runs his hands down your back until he finds the clasp of your bra. He unhooks it and drops it beside you, taking your breasts in his large hands. He runs his tongue along your bottom lip before slipping it inside. You’re a furied frenzy of kisses, moans and hot breaths. Chase stands and just as he drops you onto the bed to hover above you, your door slams open causing your head to whip in its direction. A very pissed Colson stands in the doorway staring back and forth between the two of you. You quickly cover your chest with your arms and stare wide eyed at him. 

“Get out,” he breathes in an eerily calm voice. 

Chase looks down at you for a second before looking back at Colson. Without saying a word, he stands, grabs his t-shirt off the back of the chair and squeezes past Colson’s unmoving frame. 

Before you even have a chance to tell Colson to get out and go fuck one of his groupies, he’s across the room and on top of you in a second. His lips find yours and his desperate kisses are so tempting you almost give in. 

“Get the fuck off me!” you screech at the top of your lungs and Colson immediately leans back so you can wriggle off the bed. 

You pick your bra and shirt off the floor and redress yourself. Without even looking at him, you storm back to the party in the hopes that Chase hasn’t left. You search the room and spot him standing with the group of men he started with except Baze, Rook and Slim are also in the group now too. You slip in between Chase and another guy, wrapping your arm around his waist. He looks down at you in surprise but drapes his arm over your shoulders and pulls you to his side. Rook quirks an eyebrow at you but you just smile. 

Screw Colson. Just because he doesn’t want to fuck, doesn’t mean I’ll go without sex for the next 3 months. 

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