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dingochef · 2 years ago

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Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), Angst with a Happy Ending, Stalking, P in V, oral (female and male receiving), Semi-public sex, light spanking,

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary: Your date goes really, like really, really well with Jake. You learn a lot more about the golden haired pilot.

Masterlist

Chapter 5

Chapter 6: Liftoff

"How do you know Elsa or are you hitting on women who are half your age and out of your league, now?" Jake asks Maverick, the question hitting a little more pointedly than simple small talk. Jake has his hand on your bare back in what comes off as a territorial move and it feels like the sun is radiating from within him where his skin touches yours. The tension between the two men mounts and you decide to intercede.

"Jake, I know Maverick from work. We've worked on a few projects together at the Skunk Works. Mav, this is that friend I'm meeting for drinks. Hit me up for that debrief, okay?"

Mav nods in agreement. With that tense exchange over, Jake grabs his beer from a different bartender than Penny. You move to guide Jake to a table in the corner away from the general chaos of the bar. You take your seats and your knees touch his bare legs under the table. You're curious about the friction and tension back between Jake and Maverick at the bar. So, you lob out the question in your usual not so subtle style.

"What's up with you and Maverick? Do you know each other from somewhere? You two looked like two alpha wolves staring each other down."

Jake huffs out a laugh,

"First of all, you look amazing,” he drags his hand from your upper arm down to your hands and you shiver slightly.

“So you think I'm an Alpha wolf?"

He has your hand in his and is gently grazing his thumb across your knuckles.

"You know you’re an alpha male type, I don't think you need me to give you a daily affirmation."

"True, Maverick is training us for our next upcoming mission at Top Gun. I stupidly bet him on the first day that I'd beat him in a dogfight. He kindly handed me my ass and the asses of everyone in the whole squadron."

"What was the bet?"

"200 push-ups."

"Ouch, but they do help keep the gun show in tip top shape," you say as you attempt to squeeze one of his biceps. He laughs, and you continue,

"Only because I've read his personnel file to evaluate if he'd be a good test pilot for one of our projects, that was kind of a silly bet. He's been around the block a few times to say the least."

"I figured that out pretty quick, but enough about Maverick and dirty old men in general, how did your day go?"

“Funny you mention dirty old men,” and you give him an abbreviated version of the Creepy Bill story.

“Sorry you had to deal with that, I’m thinking that devastating men’s egos is kind of your thing. And here I thought I was special.”

He mock pouts.

“Only when the need arises,” you pat his cheek and lean in for a kiss, which he enthusiastically returns.

“Again, enough about dirty old men, how was the rest of your day when you weren’t verbally murdering Bill,” he asks.

"So are we talking about dirty young men then?" you tease.

"Just one in particular, if that's what you want to talk about," he banters back, leaning close into you.

"I'll assume you’re the one we're talking about,” your hand has dipped below the table and is on his thigh, which is rock solid like the rest of his body,

“The rest of my day has been pleasant, the bike ride was awesome although my quads are a bit sore. Talked with Lydia and learned even more things about Rooster than anyone should know." His hand now dips below the table to land on your thigh and begins to gently massage the sore muscles.

"I think I have ways of helping you out with that soreness. Yeah, luckily those two cleared out this morning, although I'm treating every flat surface in our living quarters as defiled. God only knows what those two freaks were up to while I was out yesterday."

You snort, coughing a little bit on your drink,

"Yeah, it's probably a better bet to get some disinfectant and maybe some holy water if you ever want to use anything again. Especially the kitchen counter."

He gives you a quizzical look and you continue,

"It's one of Lydia's favorite spots, something about the height being just right."

Jake's lips form into a grim line as he says,

"There goes my appetite and any desire to ever cook there again."

The night continues on with comfortable banter and some good discussions about movies, music, your lives in general, work (as much as you can actually divulge given the top secret nature of your respective jobs), travel around the world, and a smattering of other topics. You notice that you both have been moving closer and closer together during the last two drinks, his arm is around the back of your chair. He moves to get up to get another round and you grab his hand,

"I think I'm done drinking for the night and it's been a long day. Walk me back to my place?"

He settles the tab and you're quickly out the door with his arm around your shoulders.

The walk back is brief, only interrupted by a few stops to kiss, Jake's arm around your waist. You're finally at your door and to your surprise he is the perfect gentleman and has kept his hands to himself. He's pretending to gaze out at the night sky with his hands behind his back. The unlocking and opening of your door brings him back to the present situation. He moves to give you a goodbye hug and you catch his arms before he can complete the embrace and slide his hands down your sides to your hips.

"Would you like to come inside, Jake?" you ask, biting your bottom lip in a move that Jake clocks.

"I would like that very much, Elsa," he responds, his smile wide.

He steps inside and you shut the door, as you hang up your purse he is behind you brushing your hair to the side and kissing the back of your neck. Trailing his fingers down your bare back he leans to whisper,

"I really want to take you to bed, but I'm following your lead here. You control the pace and how far we go."

"There's a reason I invited you in and it wasn't to show you my stamp collection," you joke, leaning back into his chest. He laughs at the thought and briefly asks,

"Do you have a stamp collection?"

"No stamp collection but a very big inviting bed that I would very much like to ride your cock in among other things, most of which involves that arrogant mouth of yours and did I mention your cock?"

This is the all clear he has been waiting for and he spins you around and slowly backs you up to the wall, placing one of his muscular thighs in between your legs. You sink down to grind on it as your clit and pussy need something, your dress rucking up your hips. Leaning down he gives you a kiss that takes your breath away. You assumed prior to getting to know him that he’d be a lazy or uncaring lover, like someone who granted the privilege of being fucked by him, but the slow an careful way he is biting kisses down your neck and the reverence with he slips the dress strap off your shoulder as his lips slowly follow shows he's a patient and attentive lover. He is pulling up your skirt ever so slowly inching his hand towards your heat. His lips brush up against your ear and whisper,

"As much as I want to get my cock involved right away, you’ve got to get off at least twice, anything else would be a blow to my ego.”

You laugh at his ego comment, but your laughs are quickly replaced by breathy moans as he has slipped the other strap off your shoulder and is now sucking and nibbling at your breasts and nipples holding them in his large hands.

He finds the zipper to your dress and it's on the floor leaving you only in your black lacy boy shorts. Stepping back he holds your hands to check you out. A low whistle emits from him right before he says,

"God damn, you are so fucking hot. Turn around so I can see the whole package."

You oblige him with a slow turn till you're back facing him.

He pulls you towards the couch. As he sits down he pulls you down so you are straddling his lap. It's your turn to do some undressing and you pull Jake's shirt off to reveal a chest and abs sculpted by the masters. Running your hands down each muscle appreciating his broad chest. You start grinding on his hardness straining against his khaki shorts. The next thing you know you're being flipped with surprisingly little effort so your back is now against his chest, bare skin gliding against each other. His hands slide up to cup your tits, lightly tugging and pulling on your nipples. A breathy sigh escapes your lips, as Jake moves one hand farther down to toy with the waistband of your underwear. The other snakes up to cradle your cheek, titling your face towards his, lips towards his. The hand at the waistband of your underwear slides under the lacey fabric, one finger tentatively dips into your pussy and you hear him hiss with pleasure as he figures out how wet you are.

“God damn, baby, you are so ready.” He works your clit with his broad fingers for a few minutes, calluses of his fingers from hours in the cockpit at the controls delightful each time he circles your clit. You have your head turned to catch his lips as you begin to moan with each revolution of his fingers. The familiar tightness starts to build in your belly as you ascend towards your orgasm. Abruptly, he stops and moves depositing you on the couch. Kneeling down, Jake pulls your underwear off and puts them in his pocket, and with a wink says,

“For later.”

He starts at your feet slowly kissing his way up your leg to where your tattoo of a clematis vine starts just above your right knee. He follows it with his tongue over and around your thigh, the stubble on his face gently scraping the skin as he continues on his exploration course. His tongue is rounding the last turn of the tattoo just under the cheek of your ass when he gives you a playful nip, earning a squeal from you.

He continues up from your thigh following the leafy green foliage to the end. Just under your navel is a final clematis flower. He lets out a slight laughing huff from between your legs,

“Now this is a treasure trail I want to follow again and again.”

The distance that his tongue is from your clit and pussy is so small that you can feel the puffs of air as he talks.

“Please, please use your tongue for something good,” you whine with need.

Again you feel his laughter in the form of warm waves of air.

“Is that an order or are you begging me?”

You can feel the cockiness radiating from where you know he’s smiling between your legs.

“I have to know how good it is first to determine if I’ll beg for it later.”

And with that small challenge he engulfs your clit with his mouth and his tongue starts a slow lazy rhythm around your clit, but not near enough to get you off. His tongue wanders down to your pussy and dips in, a shocking long way in. Enough that you wonder just how long his tongue is. The thought doesn’t stick around for long as he has moved his attention back to your clit and replaced his tongue with one of his long thick fingers and then another one. The man is a maestro of the tongue and your orgasm starts building rapidly deep in your belly as your moans get louder and breathier.

“Oh my god, Jake, that’s it, please don’t stop, right there," you moan, threading your fingers through his hair.

It’s all incoherent sex babble coming out of your mouth because your brain is short circuiting of how good this feels. One long suck of your clit followed by him gently clamping it between his lips and you are gone. You vaguely hear a scream of pleasure, but you can't tell if it’s your own. This orgasm radiates out from your clit in waves and you clamp down on his fingers so hard, he whimpers as he puts the thought together that you'll be doing that around his cock soon. He keeps his fingers in you and lazily licks around your now insanely super sensitive clit as you ride the waves and falls of your orgasm. You are, for once, without a witty retort or any coherent thought to respond, you're just trying to catch your breath, he slips his fingers out of you. Whining at the loss of that fullness and you sit up to look at him. When Jake puts his fingers in his mouth and licks them clean making eye contact with you the whole time, you completely forget what you were going to say. The sight elicits another moan from you.

Jake stands up and offers his hand to you and pulls you up, close to his chest. Immediately, you are kissing and you can taste yourself on his lips. A swipe of your tongue over his chin where it is still dripping from that earth shattering orgasm pulls a deep guttural groan from him. Taking his hand you lead him to your bedroom, a short distance in your small house.

With a gentle push to his firm chest he falls onto the bed. Jake is laying on his back in all his muscled glory, arms bent back behind his head, showing off his amazing arm muscles, and looking very pleased with himself.

“You’re looking a little smug there, Jake. Like you took some satisfaction in your work back there. I feel that to properly evaluate we’re going to have to run a few more scenarios,” you tease, kneeling down on the bed.

“I wasn’t the only one who took some satisfaction,” he says even more smugly, his hands landing on your hips as you lean over him. He pulls you down for a deep kiss that almost distracts you from your mission to see him completely naked.

You quickly undo his belt and pull his shorts and underwear off in one movement. His cock is hard and ready for any touch as it slaps against his stomach when his underwear comes off. Your mouth waters at the thought of sucking his cock as you slide up his legs and take his cock in your hands. You realize that you can barely get your hands around him and your confidence wanes a little as you try to determine if you can actually fit him in your mouth. Undeterred, you hold his cock up and start licking up from his balls tracing every vein on the velvety smooth skin. Just as you make it to the top and start to pull the head of his cock in your mouth, Jake mumbles out a feeble,

“Wait, wait, one second.”

Your hands still as you look up to see him propping himself up on his elbows. With one swift move he catches your arms and hauls you alongside him. He gives you a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth, before talking again.

“You’re too good at that and I have bigger plans for the rest of the night besides me coming in your mouth. We need to have a little discussion here. Birth control?” he asks.

“IUD, just got tested at my annual appointment a month ago, clean slate. You?”

He is nibbling your ear when he says,

“Just got tested for this mission, all clear."

"Good, condoms are in the top drawer of the nightstand. I think there should be one big enough.”

He laughs as he leans over and opens the drawer.

"Again, you're doing wonders for my self esteem, sweetheart."

He rifles through the few condoms in the drawer when there is an even louder guffaw, as he picks up one of the condoms and hold its up,

"Oh, you poor woman, a slim fit?"

You roll your eyes,

"Yeah, that didn't last long. Wasn't even good at giving oral, unlike some people."

He shakes his head, throwing the condom back in the drawer and selects the correct size. Quickly he opens the foil square and rolls the condom on his hard length.

He swiftly turns you so he is leaning over you and your back is flat against the cool sheets. He spends a little time sucking at your nipples before he grabs his cock and rubs it against your wetness making you moan and thrust your pelvis up to meet him.

"You want this, Elsa?" he asks.

"Please fuck me, Jake," you respond back. He slides in ever so slowly allowing you to adjust to his size.

"Fuck, not to be cliche. But God damn, you're big," you moan out breathily. Jake just smirks in response before leaning down to kiss you hard. The walls of your pussy start to spasm in response to the slow glide of his cock. Jake sets a slow and almost frustratingly slow pace before he leans in to whisper into your ear,

“How do you like it, Elsa? Slow and sweet, fast and hard, tell me what you need, darling.”

You nearly come undone with the thoughts of either scenario and clench around Jake. You manage to squeak out,

“Hard and fast, this time.”

Jake needs no more direction; he leans back and picks up your legs and places one over each of his broad shoulders. His thrusts come fast and deep and somehow he manages to get his fingers over your clit bringing your orgasm even closer. You can tell he’s close to losing control with the words that are coming out his mouth, you wouldn't call them thoughts, they’re too incoherent to be anything else than his stream of consciousness right now.

“Fuck, so good, so tight, you’re amazing,” come dribbling out his mouth along with absolute moans of pleasure.

“Oh god, I’m getting close. This pussy is too good. I can feel you getting there, come with me, Elsa.”

He adjusts his pattern on your clit and you shatter underneath and around him, your whole body pulsating with each clench of your pussy. Jake's thrusts speed up and start to falter as he gets closer to falling off the impending cliff.

"Fuck, so good, fuck, fuck, fuck,"

Jake lets out one last strangled cry as he comes undone. He puts your legs down and leans down to kiss you with him still inside. The aftershocks of your orgasm keep coming and he puts a firm thumb on your clit which deepens the resounding waves of pleasure making you clench harder around his cock eliciting more groans from him. Eventually, he slowly pulls out and you whimper at the loss of him. He has rolled over on his back and with one armed tucked under his head and he is also catching his breath. You roll over to your stomach and lean down to kiss him thoroughly and deeply in the post sex glow.

You whisper gently in his ear,

“That was so damn hot that I’d beg for it any time you want to give it to me.”

His cock twitches out of the corner of your eye when he breathily responds,

“You’re going to kill me with that kind of talk, sweetheart. What a way to go.”

You give him one more gentle kiss and he stands up to take care of the condom as you head to the bathroom.

A little while later, after you return to the bedroom, Jake is sitting on the edge of the bed looking a little out of place with his underwear and shorts on his hand. The look on his face shows that he doesn’t know if he should go or stay and the lack of clear direction is a little disconcerting to him. You tell him,

“I’d love you to stay the night, but I’ll have to warn you that I have to get up at the ass crack of dawn to drive to Bakersfield tomorrow for work.”

He laughs,

“That could work, what’s the ass crack of dawn for you?��

“I’ve got to be on the road by 7 am, so I’ll probably get up around six.”

“That’ll work for me, I’ve got to report by 8 am tomorrow so I can shower here with you, and you can drop me at the main gate on your way out of town, if that’s not inconvenient for you. I can always walk.”

“You think I’d make you do the walk of shame? I’m not that cold-hearted,” he raises his finger in protest,

“Despite what my name implies. That will work well.”

With that you crawl into bed and settle your head on his chest and his arms around you. It doesn't take long to fall asleep to the soft beat of Jake's heart under your cheek.

Chapter 7

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r3b3lgrrrrrrrl · 5 years ago

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Waiting for the Xanax to kick in that Luna had given him in their uber, Colson's leaned back into his seat. A thousand thoughts swirling through his head as he stares out the airplane's window.

"FUCK... I hate leaving them...." He sighs at the thought of Casie and Luna. "I wonder if she got in touch with that planner Emma gave her..." His mind drifting to their weddings. Being more nervous for EstFest, there's a lot to do just festival wise. "I'm glad no one gave me shit about adding the extra day..." He thinks of the vendors. Sighing again, his mind wanders to a place it tries to never go. "Maybe I should call my dad.... He should probably meet Luna...." His heart worries as the Xanax helps his eyes close.

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Luna lands in Mexico City around 5A. She wanders around the gift shop for a moment, buying a new shirt before making her way outside. It's pouring, so she pulls her Yankees hat on backwards before she hops into a taxi.

Once checked in at The Four Seasons, Luna doesn't know what to do with herself. Ashley's sharing a room with Dom, leaving Luna alone. Lighting a joint, she tries on the shirt she bought. Heading into the bathroom, she stands on top of the toilet to Snap Colson.

Finally crawling into bed, Luna flicks on the TV as she lights another joint. Drifting off to the sounds of Parks and Rec once she's put it out.

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The Bus is parked in the back of the venue, Colson's playing The Knitting Factory tonight. In the back of a cab, he catches the Snap from Luna. Laughing out loud at her once he opens it.

"She's so fucking adorable..." His heart aches for her as he pays for and climbs out of his ride.

Opening the door to their bedroom on The Bus, Colson isn't shocked to find Baze and Sam. He's definitely not pleased though.

"Yo. Wake the fuck up and get outta my bed." He states, kicking the bottom of Baze's foot.

Both of them wake with a bit of a startle. Looking at each other, slightly embarrassed. They like to think they're on The Low but everyone knows about them. Silly Wabbits.

"FUCK man... I didn't think you'd be back till later..." Baze says groggily as he collects himself.

"Clearly, Truck." Colson rolls his eyes with a chuckle as he turns around so they can dress.

Not one to cock block but desperately wanting to lay down, he really doesn't care. He knows Luna will though. As they begin to leave his room, Colson calls out a Yo. They both turn but he talks directly to Sam.

"You know she's a cunt.... I'd get these sheets washed before she gets back." He says with a light warning.

Tired, Sam stares at Colson. She hates that he knows Luna well enough to be right.

"I got it." She responds, uncharacteristically trying to hide the annoyance in her voice.

With his door shut, Colson Snaps Luna back before throwing himself down. Hoping to find her smell, he can only find other people in their bed. Pissed, he rips the blankets, sheets and pillow cases off, throwing them out the door.

Grabbing her pillow and tucking his nose inside his hoodie, he catches her faint scent. Images of Luna dancing in his head as he falls asleep.

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Luna wakes up to a hard banging on her door. It's just after 2P. Touching the empty side of her bed, Luna wishes Colson was with her.

Hating The World, she let's them bang. Finding her phone, there's a Snap from Colson.

"He's such a dirty Motherfucker..." Luna thinks with a grin.

The door still pounding.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!! I'M COMING!" She shouts as she climbs out of bed.

Winging the door open, it's Ashley and Dom. Impatient fucking Assholes.

"WHY!?!" Luna demands. "Why the FUCK do you need to bang like that?" Luna complains as she let's them in.

"To wake your bitch ass up." Ashley snarks, pushing her way into the room.

"Mornen' Loons." Dom greets her to her silent nod.

"You really are a DICKFUCK sometimes...." Luna says with annoyance.

"Whatever...." Ashley brushes her off. "Got any bud?" She asks, already knowing the answer.

"Yeah.... But it was shoved up my asshole, so do you really wanna smoke it?" Luna deadpans.

"Shut the fuck up." Ashley laughs as she turns to Dom. "She didn't shove it up her ass." She reassures him.

"Oi... Bum smoke is no problem fo me!" Dom responds, making both Girls laugh.

Dom knowing Them well enough to truly understand the nature of their friendship. Rolling one up as Ashley and Luna climb onto the bed together. Luna's ring catching Ashley's eye for the first time.

"HOLY FUCK! WHAT IS THIS!!!" She exclaims as she grabs for Luna's hand.

Admiring the large, sparkling stone, she moves Luna's hand all around as it catches the light. Shining brighter with every different angle. It's definitely NOT a guitar string.

"He picked this out on his own?" She asks in amazement.

"I think Rook might've helped him a little, but yeah... I had nothing to do with it." Luna answers.

"Good job, Kells." Ashley compliments his choice.

Luna, Ashley and Dom burn and chat. Talking about Colson, the ring, what they've both been up to and the upcoming weddings. It feels like forever since The Girls last saw each other. In reality, it's only been three days since the show at The Roxy.

"Alright... We gotta motor. Go shower, we have rehearsal in less then 2hrs. Come meet us in room 202 when you're ready." Ashley directs Luna.

"Alright......" Luna yawns loudly.

She heads into the bathroom as Ashley and Dom close her door behind them. Lighting another joint, she rails three 30s as she gets ready for the shower. Forgetting to Snap Colson back due to her unexpected visitors.

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"Cool..." Colson thinks when he finally opens his door. His angry linen fit is gone from the floor. "Thanks Sam...." His brain grateful even if his actions are sometimes dickish.

Walking to the front of The Bus, everyone's lounging, burning and waiting for him. Plopping down next to AJ, he asks Rook to throw him a bag of chips. Colson nonchalantly munches on them as they all talk about tonight's show. Working on the setlist, he hates when he has to cut Bad Things as he finishes his snack.

"Dawg... Raise that shit to your face!!" Slim hollers at the picture on the bag.

Looking at it, Colson asks "What like this?" Lifting it up just under his nose.

The entire Bus erupts into laughter. It fits so perfectly. Colson tosses his phone to Slim.

"Here, take a picture.... We'll see if this is wedding acceptable." He laughs.

Tossing it back after he takes one, Slim laughs out a Definitely Not as Colson shoots Luna a Snap asking the same question. Colson shrugs with amusement... You never know with Loons.

"We ready to fuck this day up?" He asks as he begins to lead the rest of them off of The Bus.

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Throwing on jeans, with a band T and flannel, Luna has her hair up. Red bandana securing it. Only having one pair of contacts left, she chooses to wear her glasses. The sun being her eyeballs mortal enemy today.

In the front seat of an uber with Ashley and Dom, her phone goes off. It's another Snap from Colson.

What the SHIT!!" Luna can't contain her thoughts or laughter. "Look at this crazy Asshole!!" She laughs.

Screenshotting the Snap before passing it to the backseat. Both of them erupt into laughter also.

"Oi. E wears it so well!!" Dom laughs.

"No... No, he doesn't. He looks like a fucking pornstar." Luna laughs as she takes back her phone.

"Pornstache!!" Ashley laughs out loudly to Luna's hysterical agreement.

Catching the older driver's amused eyes, Luna shows him. Bursting out laughing, he agrees... Yes, I'm sorry but Your Boyfriend Looks Like a PornStar. Tickling Luna's funny bone to the core.

"FUCKING JOHNNY WADS!!!!" She shouts, turning in her seat to look at Ashley before she Snaps Colson back.

She's referring to one of the pioneering PornStars of the 70s. John Holmes. Huge cock. 15 inches... If not more. A wild and extremely violent true story. The two of them watching the movie dozens of times as teenagers. Amongst many others.

Even with with one's own solid influences, false advertisements are still intriguing. Filling their young, rebellious souls. Recommending the fucked up movie to anyone who loves drugs, violence, Val Kilmer and unhappy endings.

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"Oooh.. Christ!!! You better hope not, Phoebe!!" Ashley laughs.

"Fuck you... I'd be a Smelly Cat BEFORE a fucking SHARON!!!" Luna flicks her off with a laugh and a grin.

Dom chiming in to sing Smelly Cat as they step out of their cab and head into the venue to rehearse for the Awards Show. The Girls singing along with him.

"Wait... What are we doing and why are we in Mexico again?" Luna asks, slightly confused.

"It's the MTV Latin Millennial Awards." Ashley answers as if Luna's supposed to just get it.

"Annnnnd....?" She leads.

"And I'm nominated and performing. They requested Without Me and Nightmare so you HAVE to be here." She teases Luna while draping her arms around her shoulders from behind.

"But we're not Latina....?" Luna's still confused.l

"Dude... I don't know. I just played the Brazil one a few weeks ago. Without Me is a nominee for Global Hit... Maybe that's why." Ashley shrugs. "We've got more important things to worry about. I want us do some choreography with four dancers."

"You fucking what?" Luna asks in bewilderment.

Ashley has her at an Award Show in Mexico and now she wants her to dance like some fucking pop star. She's gotta be out of her God Damn mind.

"Yeah!!! It'll be fun!! Come meet the girls." Ashley says with a grin as she pulls Luna along.

"Fuck my stupid fucking life...." Is all Luna can think.

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Colson is rehearsing with The Boys. Deciding to take a Burn&Board Break, they head out back. Reaching into his pocket, he finds a Snap from Luna.

Laughing at her smart ass response and missing her voice, he calls her. It rings straight through. Colson can't resist leaving her a voicemail.

🎶Off that fat ass//Imma do a line or two//Before we//Have our own private shoot//Where I//PornStar Fuck//The shit outta you//Be ready//When you come back//Boo//Cuz it's//Only Bad Things//That we do🎶

Laughing after he finishes, he shouts "LOVE YOU, KITTEN!! CALL ME!" before hanging up.

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Luna's BackStage as Ashley and Dom sit in the audience. She's trying not to freak out over the performance Ashley wants to pull off. Even with Patti making her take ballet and gymnastics, Luna is not a dancer. She's a musician, a songwriter, a photographer, a painter, a sculptor. An artist. You could even call her an activist, a feminist, a bitch and an outlaw. What you can not call her is a professional dancer.

"This is gonna be a fucking shit show...." She worries as she hears Ashley's name called. "OH FUCK!! SHE WON!!!" Luna's brain bursts. Any other thoughts disappearing with the excitement for her bestfriend.

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Catching up in the dressing room they're sharing, Luna congratulates Ashley with a tight hug. Popping into the bathroom while Ashley puts on her first outfit, Luna shoots Colson a Snap. Not paying attention to her voicemail as she comes out of the bathroom. She always has an unchecked voicemail.

"Change. We're on next." Ashley instructs her, pointing to the latex and chain garments sitting on a chair.

Wiggling into the tight pieces, Luna checks herself out in the stand up mirror. Her outfit consisting of a latex crop top, VERY small booty shorts with metal chains dangling securely around the hips, fishnets and a pair of Docs. Ashley has the exact same thing on under what looks like a 1980's prom dress.

"You know I'm keeping these right?" Luna asks as she slides her hand up her smooth ass.

"Yeah, I figured..." Ashley laughs as a tiara is placed on top of her head.

"See you out there, Miss 2019." Luna smiles, referring to the sash Ashley's wearing as she makes her way out the door.

Luna double checking herself before following behind. Thinking about Snapping Colson again, she decides to wait. He loves the feel of latex and she'd rather show him in person.

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Colson's phone goes off just as he's about to silence it. It's Luna.

"Fuck, she's gorgeous...." He thinks staring at her picture. Wanting to put his hands on every inch of the bare skin she's showing. More so on the parts she's not.

"Yo!!! You gotta go!!" Ashleigh hollers at him.

Walking quickly down the hall, Colson Snaps Luna back before heading OnStage. Grabbing his guitar, he shouts to the crowd WHAT UP EST FAM!!!! making the factory explode in excitement.

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Ashley presents Without Me almost as a performance piece. Standing alone OnStage in her pretty dress, sash and tiara initially until black, shadowy figures begin to push and pull at her. By the end of the song, they've ripped the gown off of her. Leaving her on the floor.

The lights go down as the opening chords to Nightmare come on. Ashley running to the MainStage to meet Luna. It's a long runway with a large circular stage at the bottom.

Luna and Ashley bounce in between the four similarly dressed dancers. Ashley kicking her leg out high as she begins.

🎼I!🎶

She shouts the opening chorus as the two of them run, bounce and jump down the straight away towards the camera. Of course it's being televised. Stopping MidStage, the dancers squat down. Surrounding them as Luna hits her mark.

🎶I'm out for blood//And it won't be sweet🎶

She sings, dragging her hands around her body as the dancers and Ashley tilt their heads back and forth to the beat. On que the six of them stalk to the center of the stage, Ashley and Luna in the middle. Back to back the dancers pull at them as Luna bellows.

🎶Society has us//Pinching our skin//With our own fingers//Wishing we could//Cut our parts off//With some scissors🎶

None of their performances together are the same but they do carry similar tones. Luna and Ashley still mocking each other about Giving Each Other A Smile. Instead of jumping wildly, they move in sync with the dancers to their sides. Fire exploding as they drop out and let the audience shout that WE DON'T OWE YOU A GOD DAMN THING!

The six of them sit down on the ground, sat behind the other like a human train. Leaning forwards and backwards as Ashley sings how she's No Sweet Dream But A HELL Of Night. Standing up and collectively circling around Luna and Ashley, the dancers move behind them as Luna comes in again.

🎶No, I won't smile//But I'll show you my teeth//And I might let you breathe//If you just let Us be//We've been polite//But we're done with this trend//Of men thinking//They can tell Us//What we can do in our beds🎶

Rolling their hips and hitting different moves together on certain lyrics, the choreography isn't nearly as awful as Luna had anticipated. Fire bursting around them as they squat and move easily with the dancers. The performance rolling smoothly.

"Thank you, Mexico City!! Thank you for having us. Thank you for the honor of my award..." Ashley shouts to the crowd as the song begins to come to it's end.

Luna comes up to Ashley, putting her arm around her. Looking at each other, Luna turns back to the room.

"Yes!! Thank you!! This woman here is AMAZING!! Can you do one thing for her? On this last verse can you go WILD!?!" Luna asks to their roars. "THEN, HERE WE GO!!!!"

Ashley and Luna sing together strong and fierce. Fire and lights exploding around them. Fuck the choreography, they're fully enjoying losing their minds OnStage together. To their credit, the dancers are completely professional and stay on point. Somehow managing to avoid crashing into the Maniacal Girls

🎶I!//KEEP A RECORD//OF THEIR WRECKAGE//AND THEIR LIES//WE'RE STARTEN' TO WEAPONIZE//OUR POWERFUL MINDS//THEY TALK SHIT//BUT//WE WON'T TAKE IT//THIS TIME//AND//THEY'LL FINALLY REALIZE🎶

Coming together again, arms linked around each other and the dancers waists, The Girls yell in unison with a wave.

"THAT WE'RE NO SWEET DREAM BUT WE'RE A HELL OF A NIGHT!!! THANK YOU AGAIN, MEXICO CIIIIITYYYY!!!"

The two bestfriends laughing and holding hands as they walk OffStage. Thanking and complimenting the dancers along their way.

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"THROW THOSE HORNS UP AND SIIINGIIING!" Colson shouts as he grips the mic, guitar hanging from his body.

��Woah, Woah//She said//You need to let me go//Woah, woah//She said I'd die for you//You're like my drug//But I can't get high off you//You're not mine anymore🎶

His Est Family erupting with him as they sing along word for word Let You Go with him. There is NOTHING like thousands of people singing your words along with you.

The Band runs through El Diablo and Rap Devil. Colson climbing onto the top of Rook's kit hitting a guitar solo during Alpha Omega. Bad Motherfucker follows with them finally ending on 27.

It's a great show. The Boys are raw and fearless. Colson jumping and climbing on everything he can find. Shouting THANK YOU, IDAHO! as they exit the stage.

Without Luna there Colson feels a bit lost. Heading straight BackStage, avoiding his dressing room. Grabbing a beer, he slams a shot with The Crew. Random Girls floating in around them. Falling all over themselves to get to Rook, Slim, AJ, Baze and Colson.

Sam is sitting on a couch between Colson and Baze talking about tonight's show, if anyone's heard from Luna and other random stuff. It's when two girls slither over, each perching themselves on the arm rest next to one of the boys. Touching them to get their attention.

Sam looks left. Then Sam looks right. Reaching in her back pocket, she pulls out her blade. Popping it, she looks back and forth between the two females again.

"I'd get the fuck up if you cunts like your tits." She states with a snarl.

The two quickly moving away as Colson laughs. Sam and Luna truly are two peas in a pod. Looking over he catches Baze kiss Sam's cheek. It makes him miss his LunaTic even more.

"Knock it off." He tells them. "If I'm not getting any, neither are you motherfuckers. Now, let's get FUCKED UP!!" Colson declares as he grabs a bottle of Jack.

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Luna's doing the same. Only in Mexico with Corona and Mezcal. Sitting at an After Party with Ashley, Dom, the boys from BTS and a few other artist, they bullshit and talk about the night. Everyone stopping to congratulate Ashley on her win and compliment both Girls on their performances.

"You won't eat the worm..." Ashley dares Luna as she swigs the bottle with the little guy floating inside.

"Nothing happens if you do...." Luna blows her off.

"Yes hunh.... You start trippen'. Isn't that right, Luis?" She asks as she turns to one of the other artist.

"For dayyys, Mami..." He drawls.

Rolling her eyes, Luna takes the last of the fifth to the head. The other's watching with wide eyes as the worm slides down her throat with it.

"We'll see... But I call bullshit." Luna states.

"Aye..." Luis nudges Ashley. "She's no gallina." He says impressed to her nod.

"Nah, mucho perra." Luna counters to his surprise.

"Aye...." He grins with his own nod, amused by the tiny white girl.

The music is loud as smoke and Mezcal continue to flow. Everyone is drunk. Ashley tries to follow with Dom as Luis teaches Luna to salsa. Politely declining his advances as his hand slips from the small of her back down to her ass.

"I'll be back...." She calls over her shoulder as she goes to check her phone.

There's a Snap from Colson hours ago.

Both sets of Luna's cheeks instantly flush when she reads his words. Missing him, she calls instantly.

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"Hi, Bunny...." Her voice is low and warm when he answers.

"Oooh, Kitten. I miss you." He sighs.

"Me too... I miss your face. And your eyeballs. And your hands on my body. The way they run threw my hair when I suck your cock..."

Colson's dick had perked up at the sound of her voice but her words have him full on hard now. Wanting to fuck her, touch her.... Shit, just seeing her right now would probably make him cum.

"Where are you?" He demands

"I don't know.... Somewhere in Mexico?" She answers.

"Find somewhere alone and FaceTime me right back." He tells her firmly.

"Okay." She simply says as she hangs up.

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Luna heads towards the stairwell. Popping in her air pods, she FaceTime's Colson right back.

Colson had made his way into a bathroom while they were off the phone. Answering, he can't help but break out into a smile.

"Hey, Gorgeous... You alone?" He asks after greeting her.

"Mhmm... Just me and your pussy." She coos. "She's lonely without you...."

"Show her to me." Colson taunts as he adjusts his phone on the bathroom sink and unbuckles his pants. Both of them are drunk and horny.

Luna props her phone against the wall across from her. Standing up, she slips off the black jean shorts she has on. Sitting on them, she drops her left leg on the step below and lifts her right to the one above. Spreading her legs for Colson. Only a screen and Luna's black panties separating them.

"I want you to touch her." He requests as he starts to pull on his hard cock.

Luna can see him playing with himself through the phone. Obliging him, she pulls the cotton to the side. Exposing her bare lips. Opening them for him to see her pink insides. Colson tugs harder on himself as Luna slips her fingers inside her sopping cunt. Letting out a low moan as she arches her back.

"That's right, Kitty... Play with my pussy. Rub that clit with your thumb the way I know you like." He directs her.

Following directions, Luna uses her free hand to yank the Japanese Star Wars shirt she has on up. Exposing her full breasts. With her fingers still inside of herself, she grips one tit. Playing with it's piercing between her thumb and index finger. The sight of his ring on her hand makes Colson rage even more.

"Does that feel good?" He pants as he watches her, feeling close to exploding.

"Unh hunh.... She moans with closed eyes as she bucks against her own hand. "Be better if my mouth had your cock in it." She lets out with another moan, she's close too.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard you can't fucking walk by time I'm done with you." Colson threatens to Luna's delight as he grips the sink.

With Colson's deep voice wrapping around her brain and the memory of his touch hitting all her senses Luna cries out for him as they masturbate for each other.

"AHHHH FUCK! DO IT, LOONS!!" He shouts as his dick shoots his seed everywhere, keeping his eyes glued to the screen.

Luna's spread eagle as she finger fucks herself on the steps. Bucking wildly as her hands please her body. Cumming all over herself as Colson watches in pleasure.

Out of breath, Luna opens her eyes. "Fuck, C....." Is all she can get out as her knees fall together.

"Lemme see her one more time.... Bring her close." He instructs.

Opening her legs back up, Luna pulls her phone up to her box. She can hear Colson telling her pussy that She's A DIRTY Girl. Looking down when she hears him making kissing noises, all she can see is his lips. He's kissing his phone screen.

"Are you trying to kiss my fucking vagina?" Luna asks with a drunken laugh.

"Damn right I am." He grins.

"I fucking love you." She laughs again as she shakes her head.

"Not as much as I love you. Now put your fucking pants back on before I have to kill someone." He smirks.

Doing as she's told, Luna slips her shorts back on over her soaked panties. Staring at each other, both of their heads are dancing in ecstasy.

Luna and Colson sit on the phone for another 45mins just talking. About anything and everything as usual. Luna telling him about the choreographed performance. Colson chuckling, saying He'll Be Finding It On YouTube to Luna's Fuck. Agreeing to meet in Seattle tomorrow, they exchange sweet Love and I Miss Yous before hanging up.

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"Jesus fucking Christ, that girl can make me cum from ANYWHERE!" Colson thinks as he walks out of the bathroom contently.

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"Holy cock on a cracker...." Luna sighs to herself. "That fucking voice gets me every time...." She thinks as her heart throbs for her Lover.

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Still on the same continent, they both head back to their respected parties separately. Colson eventually moving his party to The Bus. Luna moving her's back to The Four Seasons.

He'll ride through the night while she'll fly out tomorrow. Bringing Dom and Ashley with her.

Even apart, they're still on each other's minds. Even with shows in different country codes, they still mange to fuck only each other.

Truly showcasing A Day In The Life of a LunaTic and Her Gunn.

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To be continued.....

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