Green Roses Chapter 1 Close Your Eyes, a misc. books fanfic

A/N: YES! i'm finally finished with this! I am sooooooooooo proud of myself for sticking with it and i'd like to thank any of my fans who have patient enough to wait for this. I will warn you, i put some smut in this one which i didn't plan to do but HAERTOFAVAMPYRE, without knowing it, convinced me to write it. So i hope its up to standard because this is actually my first ever smut. Thank you again and please enjoy!

Chapter 1

We'll write a song
that turns out the lights
when both boy and girl start suddenly shaking inside
don't waste your time
speed up your breathing
just close your eyes
we'll hope it's not for nothing at all

We the Kings-Secret Valentine

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I looked over to him with pleading eyes, putting on my best innocent face. This is it, I can't blow it, just stay calm and I'll get through. "Aaaasssccceee, look at me." I cooed whilst I rubbed my nose against his cheek.

"No, I'm not falling for that Gabriel," Asce mumbled through the lips that were trying to escape my kiss. I straddled his lap and yanked his head in my direction so I could mash my mouth against his. He groaned a little and tried to push me off, but I ground my hips into his, resulting in a soft moan and his hands pulling me closer.

"Ashy, look at me." I whined when his lips moved down to my neck. He shook his head no and continued nipping my exposed jugular. I ground into him again and he looked up at me, I put on the puppy dog face and smiled when his eyes gleamed with submission.

"What do you want, mien amour?" he asked softly, knowing he had just given up the fight we had been having for months now. He may have been the more powerful one in the relationship before, but two whole years and he was my bitch now. My incredibly hot, skinny jean wearing bitch. Yet he still refused to let me do this one little thing for so long.

"I want my tattoo," I demanded using my adorable voice. He sighed in defeat and collapsed back on to the bed. "Pleeeeeeeaaaaaaaseeeee? I'll be a good little boy." He looked up at me with suspicious eyes, my definition of 'good boy' usually meant blow jobs until I got what I wanted.

"I don't-"

"Pretty please?"

"Ugh, fine. Get your damn tattoo." I giggled and kissed him before getting off of him to go work on the design for my future tattoo.

I'm now 18 and in college in Paris, France. And on top of that I'm here with Asce, the most important person in the world to me. We had put the hardships of our past behind us; the cutting, the break-up, and especially the rape, were no longer a factor in our lives. Granted it had taken forever for me to drop the drugs and alcohol and to get him to let me out of his sight. Then we had finished high school and enrolled in college, Asce majoring in drama, I in art.

I had been wanting a tattoo right on my hip for a while now, but Asce could be really possessive over the littlest things sometimes. But I had finally won this war, now it's just a matter of what my tattoo will look like…

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Asce's POV

Breathe, just breathe and you'll get through this Asce. Oh, who the fuck was I kidding, I hated this. It would be the first time Laundromat Love Affair preformed at a venue larger then my basement. (Which was actually quite big.) We were performing at The Hard Rock Café in Paris and it's not like I normally had stage fright but, A) Gabe was seeing us live for the first time, and B) there were apparently ten different record companies scouting tonight.

"Caemon stay here, I'm going to go throw up." I handed my bass to Liam and ran to the bathroom where I proceeded to empty my stomach into the toilet. I rinsed out my mouth with water and pressed my head up against the cold glass of the mirror. I fucking hate nerves.

Just take a deep breath and walk back over there you pussy. I groaned and walked back to where the rest of my band was freaking out. Evette was nervously tuning her bass, Caemon was trying to fix his hair in a compact mirror, and Liam was destroying his liver with alcohol. The normal pre-show routine.

"You ready?" Caemon asked.

"Hell no." I replied as the performance director came up behind me.

"Well you better be ready soon because you're on in two." He said.

"Shit." I paced back in forth a few times until we were announced. Liam handed me my bass and off we went. I walked out onto the stage and through the jumping fans and roar of the cheers I searched for Gabe. He was in front of the stage and a bit off to the right. I smiled when he started jumping up and down and yelling my name. God, how I loved that spaz. I winked at him then began to play the opening bass line for our song.

Well, her name is Little Miss new in town

She said I need someone to show me around

I said what the hell

She looked innocent as far as I could tell

I looked down at the crowd; I was surprised when I saw they had begun to sing along. Gabe was smiling brightly as he softly banged his head along to the music.

She said I'm all alone and come up into my room

And I'll show you pictures of me and my favorite band

She said uh oh uh oh here they come

Uh oh uh oh here they come

Better run

I'm in love with a sociopath (hey!)

She makes me happy

I was in full rocker mode now and my mind was off the crowd. Instead it was fully focused on the beat of our music. Caemon had familiarized with the stage as he was now playing on top of Liam's bass drum.

It's another day and another cut

She said kiss me fool I'm not a slut

If the eyes are the windows to the soul

Her soul's somewhere in Mexico

And slow down shut off the power

This taste is getting sour

I feel a sickness coming over me

Now I was on the bass drum with Caemon and he began to sing along with me. All the before show nerves had vanished and I poured my heart into this performance.

She said uh oh uh oh here they come

Uh oh uh oh here they come

Better run

I'm in love with a sociopath (hey!)

She makes me happy

This moment was amazing. The shouts of the crowd and activeness of my band surrounded me and I reveled in it.

I'm in love with a sociopath (hey!)

She makes me happy

Crazy in the head

Crazy in the bed

I know that's not a lie

Crazy in the head

Crazy in the bed

I better make her mine

I'm in love with a sociopath (hey!)

She makes me happy

I'm in love with a sociopath (hey!)

She makes me happy.

We finished the song and the crowd burst into applause. We thanked them and went backstage, practically shaking from the adrenaline rush. Caemon whooped and Liam joined him in a victory dance that was so well choreographed, I was convinced it was rehearsed. Then Gabe came bursting through the back stage door. I kissed him as he wound his arms around my neck. My fingers found their way through his green streaked black hair and my other hand grabbed his ass, the response was a tiny squeal and the grinding of hips.

We were lost in our own (horny) little world as I pushed Gabe up against the nearest wall. His skilled little hands had found their way down my pants causing me to moan into his mouth.

"Hey dumbass! If you and your slut wanna fuck then go find a room." Caemon yelled. I pulled away from Gabe with a huge blush on my face.

"What did he say?" Gabe whispered as he pulled his hand out of my pants, not in the least embarrassed about what we had done.

"Nothing important. Let's go to the room 'kay?" I pulled Gabriel behind me and smacked Caemon upside the head as we passed him.

"Get some!" Liam whooped in French. I rolled my eyes and continued on my bee line to the hotel.

"Have I ever told you how much I hate French?" Gabe nibbled on my ear when the elevator doors to the Hard Rock Hotel closed. I smiled at the comment; the hate for the language had started when he had met Caemon. The reason? Well Caemon doesn't exactly like Gabe and when Liam had told Gabe he had called him a slut…I'm sure you can use your imagination.

"Many, many times." I held back from running down the hall when the doors opened; but once we were in the confines of our room, we practically sprinted to the bed. I pushed Gabe onto the bed but when I tried to undress him, he batted my hands away and pushed me onto my back.

He stood up from the bed and walked back a few steps…then he began to unbutton his hot pink shirt. Oh my GOD he's stripping! My jaw dropped when his shirt hit the floor and he began to play with his nipples. Then one of his hands slipped down to his dark blue skinny jeans and popped open the button. They fell to the floor and his cock sprang up, the little whore had gone commando! He fucking planned this!

I was going to say something, but all the words left my head when Gabe began to stroke himself. He never did anything like this; in fact, (despite the slut he acted like) he was quite embarrassed when it came to sex. So either he's drunk, or, it's my birthday and I have no idea. Whatever Asce, stop over analyzing and enjoy this. Before letting him torture me any further, I pulled him back down onto the bed and pinned his sinful little hands above him. I unbelted my pants with my one free hand and tied his wrists to the head bored with it, as a precaution to what he may do with those evil things.

I began to lick a trail from his collarbone and down his stomach while I pulled down my lime green pants and boxers. He let out a loud moan when I deep throated him (one of the only useful things I had learned from Liam) and I began to pump my own cock.

"God damnit asce! Fuck me already!" He yelled. I took the hint and pulled a bottle of lube from the bedside table. It took a few tries before my shaking hands were finally able to open the bottle and squirt some of the cool liquid onto my fingers.

Gabe denied them entrance, however and instead shouted, "We don't need that just squirt some of that on your cock and fuck me you pussy!"

"I'm not going to hurt you like that. I really don't approve of this whole masochist thing; it's why I tied-" I was cut off by Gabe's foot in my mouth as he pulled his hands free of the belt. In one swift motion he shoved me down and impaled himself on my dick. I threw my head back and let out a deep moan when his eyes became filled with an intense pleasure and he let out a scream. He kissed me with an intense determination before he began to move himself up and down letting out little moans every time his prostate was hit. I let this go on for about thirty seconds before I flipped him over onto his hands and knees and pounded into him.

"Fuck, Asce…want…yes just like-AH HARDER!" Gabe was mumbling incoherently in between sentences, which was my first clue that he was almost to the edge. I began to stroke him in rhythm with my thrust and with a final shout he spilled his seed all over the sheets. His clenched muscles around my dick caused me to climax and I poured all my seed into Gabe's before I pulled out and collapsed next to him. He curled up next to me with an arm around my neck and legs intertwined with mine.

"Well, that was certainly unexpected." I mumbled into his hair.

"My back hurts." He moaned back.

"Well that's interesting." I stated while feeling up his still flaccid cock, bringing it halfway back to life.

"What is?"

"Well being the masochist you are, I thought that alone would get you off-OW! What was that for?" I rubbed at the area of my arm that Gabe had just punched.

"Only some things work like that asshole. Kind of like…well, if I had sex with someone else and they tied me up and beat me and did all the things you refuse to do to me, I wouldn't get off. But if you were to do them-"

"For the last time Gabriel, we are NOT doing breath-play." He rolled his eyes and straddled my waist.

"Well if you were to do that, it would be totally okay with me. Just making sure you know for future references." He was now grinding slowly against my hips and I could feel myself getting hard again. Here comes round 2.

"I'll consider it if you blow me." And with a delighted grin and effeminate squeal, Gabe made his way southward.

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Gabe's POV

"My ass hurts." I mumbled from where I was walking beside Asce.

"Well maybe if you hadn't insisted upon that fifth round, you wouldn't be limping right now." He mumbled back. It was noon and we were headed for the Starbucks in the hotel to meet everyone else.

"Mm, that reminds me. How about a quickie in the bathroom?" Asce stopped and gave me an incredulous look.

"Fucking nympho"

"Please?"

"Ugh, fine lets go."