Title: Drunken Mistake
Disclaimer: I don't own, you don't sue!
Summary: She was drinking away her worries and swiping a pass to a room in the hotel she was drinking at, who knew it would be the suite?
Rated: M to be sure, all the kiddies run away for lemony times!
Casey knocked back another round of scotch and wobbled scarily as she put the cup back on the counter. The bartender looked at her and when she asked for another he shook his head, "Sorry ma'am, but you've reached your limit for tonight." He told her.
She scowled and then smiled, crooking her finger at him to beckon him closer, "Thansh yous for tenshing sho me tonighs Mishtah Bartendah." She said, and then she put her hand on his shoulder and pulled him forward, she planted a kiss on the startled man's cheek and then slid off the chair and stumbled for the entrance of the place.
When she made it out she went to the wall beside the place and looked at what she had nabbed, a card. She furrowed her brow and willed her mind to clear for a minute before she looked closer at the thing and noticed that it had master suite written on it in gold italic lettering.
Casey smiled and then made her way to the elevators, she was going to enjoy this night. Oh, yes she would.
When she finally made it to the place she slid the card and opened the door, it was dark inside but she fixed that with the light switch. She flinched minutely at the brightness and closed the door behind her, she heard the lock click and then went throughout the suite, finally coming upon a bedroom, she opened the door to that and turned the light on in it before turning around and going to the light switch in the opening of the suite and turned that light off.
She then went back to the room, mindful of the little people that seemed to be everywhere around her since she turned the light off. Once she had finally wobbled into the room she shut the door and stripped, clothes being horrid heavy hundred pound things clinging to her skin at that moment.
Once fully clothe, and weight, free she turned off the light and pulled the covers back to the bed and climbed on it, sighing at the soft down feel of the cover against her skin. Now if she could get the elf off the bed she could go to sleep.
"I could have had that girl, Bill!" a whining voice filtered through the quiet entrance to the fancy hotel, the man attending to the computers and all the visual systems looked up.
Four men and at least three big beefy guys were walking towards him, two of the men looked just like each other, and the others had no similarities at all. He looked on as they approached, "Well we didn't want to hear you making out all the way back!" the two twin looking guys seemed to be arguing.
When they reached his desk the two left off and the one with flyaway hair looked at him and smiled. "Hi, can we have the biggest available room here please?" he asked, Bob, which was the man's name, nodded and started typing away at his keyboard.
"Oh, you're in luck, the master suite is available, I just need your name and information and then I'll get you guys set up with that." He answered.
The guy nodded and gave him the info before getting the keys and watching as the other three were handed keys similar to his before the body guards started getting a room as well.
Tom looked sullenly at his brother as they waited for the elevator to stop at their floor; he was upset that his brother wouldn't let him bring that nice assed girl to this hotel with him. He looked up from his glowering when the chime sounded and they started getting their bags off the elevator and heading to the only room on the floor.
They opened the door and entered, turning on the lights as they did so, Tom stalked to the first room he could find and opened the door to toss his bags in before shutting it and turning to go talk to his brother, only to find him going into the room right next to his and locking the door.
He pursed his lips and turned back to his newly acclaimed room, he reopened the door and entered, he didn't mind the lack of light right then so he just started undressing in the dark and when he was down to his boxers he heard a slight groan.
Freaking out a bit, though he would die before saying that out loud, he turned the light on and looked around. His eyes landed on the bed where a woman was laying between the sheets, from what he could see she was bare from the waist up. He grinned suddenly, this hotel provided everything!
The woman groaned once again and Tom turned the dimmer down low before walking up to the bed and getting on it. The woman's eyelids fluttered and she saw him, he stilled, her eyes were red, as if from crying, but when she saw him she gave a sultry smile and sat up.
Casey didn't know what was going on, one minute she was sleeping, the next she was staring at the man of her dreams, she knew this had to be a dream so she decided to flow along with this one; hopefully she would get to actually experience the feelings of this one like she hadn't the last time.
Tom got closer to her, he smelt the slight scent of alcohol and blinked as she suddenly threw her arms around his neck and drew him in for a kiss. He was surprised to find that even though she smelt of it, she didn't taste of alcohol, Casey moaned and slid against this man, flesh against flesh.
She felt his arms wrap around her and then she lost herself in the ensuing emotions. Tom felt her go limp and leaned her back into the bed. He uncovered her slowly and knew then that she was naked not only from the waist up, but down as well.
He grinned suddenly, Bill would be so surprised to find that his older brother had found entertainment tonight, like he more than likely hadn't wanted him to. Casey surfaced, "What's your name, wait, I can't do this, I'm… I'm a v-card." she said, breathlessly and embarrassedly, he looked back down at her from his musings and smiled.
"Tom, yours beautiful? I'll be gentle." she seemed flustered when he referred to her as beautiful, but he thought little of it, instead bending down and taking a bit of skin from the bottom of her neck and sucking on it slightly.
Casey's back bent a little, her already sensitive body heating up like a coal in a hot fire.
"C-casey!" she gasped, a little loudly. Tom suddenly got a very devious idea.
"Come on then, Casey." He purred stroking her breast, she grabbed his hand and took her other hand and grabbed his waist as well, she shoved his groin towards hers and rubbed vigorously against him, eliciting gasps and groans from the both of them, hers being loud enough to echo.
Next door Bill turned his head towards the sound, his brow furrowed; his brother surely couldn't have gotten another woman THAT fast, could he? He didn't even leave the hotel room! He looked back at the TV program he was watching and then heard a series more of the stuff.
Tom felt her hands on the hem of his boxers and he stilled from his dry humping against her long enough to watch as unskilled and unsteady hands pulled down his underwear and he let out a sigh as he felt his member being freed from the confines it was in.
She seemed curious and he let her turn him on his back so she could go down, he had never met a drunk virgin…. Well, maybe he did, she just didn't want anything to do with him.
Casey put her hands on the inside of his thighs and he relaxed, she wonder absently why she hadn't woken by now but the thought drifted away before she could fully grasp it, she lowered her face to his hard flesh and grasped the bottom with her hand. Tom jerked his hips and then put his hands behind his arms and watched as she worked.
Soon she took him in her mouth and started doing as she had seen others do on videos she used to watch, before she got enough sense to stop. He then fisted one hand in her hair and another in the sheets, struggling to keep his hips from bucking up into her face.
She knew she was doing well when he did this, so she did what she thought would be cool to try next, she took even more of him into her mouth, trying not to gag as she did so, and then she started humming. She moved her head a little and wrapped her tongue around him a little and kept doing it until she felt him wrap both hands around her arms and she looked up, his eyes told her to get back up there.
She finished off with a final lick and then crawled back up there; once she was fully up with him she felt hands on her back and side, softly turning her over again. She had a feeling that this guy was probably more used to rough than gentle, for some reason though… She looked up at him and he covered her mouth with one hand, and then put his finger to his lips, she got the meaning to be quiet.
Were there others?
She didn't have time to ask, as his hand was still covering her mouth, and she felt something… big, moving along her inner legs, she furrowed her brow and tried to look down but saw nothing over his hand. He leaned down over her and leaned on his lower arms; Tom placed his lips near her ear and whispered something to her before capturing her lips in a kiss.
'Don't scream.'
Her eyes widened and before she could so much as voice a muffled protest she felt something long and think entering her nether regions and she thrashed. Tears were streaming down her face and her muffled sobs were being kissed away by the man on top.
She knew this wasn't a dream, it was a nightmare! Only nightmares hurt this much!
Casey felt Tom's mouth leave hers and she glared up at him through even more tears, she tried to move out from under him, only to have him pin her there, plus her body screamed at her for moving as well. She was stuck for then.
When she had settled down enough for it to not hurt so much she felt the throb begin to lessen. She finally didn't really feel any pain at all and looked up at Tom, he was staring down at her, blinking and pushing some threads from his line of sight.
She cocked her head, "What now?" she asked, though she vaguely knew she should know, he chuckled at her and she scowled minutely. He put both hands palms down on the mattress and started in a rocking rhythm, going out and in, groaning at the tight, hot, and wet feeling of her skin against his and he felt his forehead touch the skin of her shoulder and he opened the eyes he hadn't realized he had closed.
Casey arched her back, curled her toes, and nearly screamed from the friction of him. She lowered glazed eyes to the top of his head and stared at it, hoping that this feeling would get better, it wasn't nice to be a virgin right now!
She made her eyes go back to watching the ceiling and watch it again, panting heavily as she did so, she knew it would get better, it had for her best friend when she had had sex with her boyfriend and had told Casey the details…… of course her friend was bi.
She felt funny then, and looked back down to see Tom working her breast in his mouth, she closed her eyes and then felt that feeling she was hoping for, the good feeling, washed through her body.
She groaned and started moving her hips then, an age old rhythm was going on, as it had countless times before, and she couldn't be any happier or better feeling about it now.
Tom felt her moving and started thrusting harder than before and heard her moan loudly, he smirked against skin and kept going, until they were both at their max and reaching the peak that was going to be their high for the night. He laid into her, grabbing her hips with bruising force and going until the headboard started meeting the wall.
Casey's hands flew up and grabbed the poles of the headboard and held on as he and she got a good speed and thrusting effort going. She rolled her head back and her eyes met the top of her eyelids as she suddenly felt a tightening and then release of something that made her mouth pop open and for her to moan her loudest that night.
Tom felt her release and bucked a few more times before he, too, came and he just stayed that way for a few more minutes before collapsing in an almost boneless heap almost on top of her.
Casey felt his weight but didn't care at that moment for it, she was still lost in that euphoric moment, 'Why did I stay a virgin so long if this was what sex was like?' her thoughts echoed.
Tom felt her still panting under him, he was tired when they had checked in, and now… he was almost unconscious, this time had taken a lot out of him.
Casey felt an arm go around her body and then tighten, she turned her head to see the man going off to sleep, she smiled and then the smiled faltered, 'Wait just one moment…' she was about to finish that thought, but the amazing amount of alcohol she had consumed that night made its presence known again.
Her head fell back and her eyes closed.
Next door Bill took the pillow off his head and brushed back his matted hair as he listened carefully, no sounds issued from the next room. He breathed a sigh of relief, he had no problems with his brother hooking up with women, but when he was right next door, it was a serious no-no. He sighed and went back to watching TV
!!!!!!!!!!!! The Next Morning !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She woke up with a pounding headache and almost no memory of the previous night. She wondered where the hell she was as this was most certainly not her bed, opening her eyes was not an option.
She let her senses tingle, feeling the crisp sheets against her skin, the slight air flow against her face and right shoulder, and the warmth of something next to her, almost on top of her.
She thought it was her dog, so she let it be for the moment, she had obviously brought the animal with her… wherever she was.
When her eyelids registered no light, she knew by the fact that there was no red against them, she cautiously opened her eyes.
Her head was facing a wall with white paint and a flowered trim, snorting at the darkish decoration she slowly turned her head so she was facing the ceiling. She registered a slightly weird feeling against her neck, like hair, but she knew her hair was long, besides, it was often in a braid like she liked it at night.
She then blinked and felt something move beside her, obviously not her dog as it wound something underneath her and dragged her motionless body towards it, she came into contact with even more of the weight, and skin.
Casey turned her head really fast to the source of skin and she saw spots for a few seconds before she had them cleared and she saw one of the brothers she had dreamed of meeting lying beside her.
Her thoughts stilled, her breath caught, she did not move for at least ten seconds before her brain kicked into gear, 'Okay Casey, don't panic, it's just him, not like it was Sam, or Web.' She breathed deeply.
Tom groaned, his breathing becoming lighter as he came into consciousness, he felt his arm around something warm and slightly heavy, but he would deal with that later. He concerned himself with waking up for now. It wasn't as hard to do, but still, he had been sleeping good.
He opened his eyes to find himself staring at a pillow; he blinked and raised his head, turning right to get the crick out of his neck, before turning it left to do the same. He paused, finding himself face to face with a pair of heart stopping bright blue eyes.
He sat up on the bed and noticed the clock behind the woman; it read seven-thirty-five. It was early, by his standards, he yawned and stretched his arms and heard his back pop. The woman blushed and looked away when he had sat up, he looked down and noticed that the cover didn't cover him, but he didn't care, as he was cool with his body.
She gathered the sheet to her chest and sat up, clearing her throat before she spoke she noticed he did nothing to conceal his nakedness.
Casey was so embarrassed, it was clear that they had had sex, or maybe naked cuddling? She had done almost naked cuddling with her last boyfriend, but she would never do that with someone she didn't know!
She had to hear it herself, "So, we had sex last night?" she asked, looking everywhere but at him. Tom cracked a smile when he noticed that, and when he noted that she had bunched some of the sheets around her body. He wondered why, when she had bared all the night before…. Maybe she didn't remember it?
THAT would hurt his ego.
Casey waited for his answer, he waited for a minute and then he inched closer, putting his hands on her shoulders. She shivered, not because of cold hands, but because of the feelings he had ignited within her at that simple touch, her eyes widened at that realization.
"Yeah, you remember, right?" he asked, leaning forward and touching his lips to hers for a second. Casey was stunned for a moment, but melted at the same time.
"Oh, God." She muttered, "You man-whore." She accused, eyeing his body despite the accusation. He smirked, watching as her eyes linger on certain places.
She bit her lip and uttered a curse in her head, he had the best body she had ever seen, she wanted to jump him. And seeing as he was undressed in front of her right now…
She suddenly leaned forward and caught his lips with her own and they fell back, tumbling on the sheets, "Just do me Tom, so I can remember something." She stated, he smiled and licked at his lip ring and then grabbed her arms and tossed her around before crawling up, ready to go in an instant.
'He really is a man-whore…' her thoughts circled around each other.
She had been instructed to wait as he stepped out, she decided to mind him, this time, but she needed a shower. So she got up, walked over to his bags, and opened one, hoping he wouldn't mind if she took one of his shirts, a pair of pants, and some boxers. She needed to wear something clean, not liking the feel of dirty clothes against her clean skin.
Tom stepped out into the living room of the suite they had rented, he needed to get some water, being dry throated after his third round with the woman who called herself Casey.
He came face to face with his make-up-less brother, who had a bit of some bags under his eyes, as if he hadn't gotten much sleep during the night.
Bill glared slightly at his older brother, by ten minutes but still, he knew Tom didn't know he could hear what he had been doing during the night, more like who he had been doing. He drank from his cup of orange juice.
Tom felt the eyes of Bill on his back and turned around from filling his water cup. "Yeah?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and getting his cup from under the water flow.
"You know what." Bill stated, "Where the hell did you get a woman so fast? You didn't even step out of the hotel room!" he accused.
Tom smirked, "Oh dear brother, this hotel provided her for me, unintentionally I think, but still, she was in my room, undressed and ready, when I got there." He stated.
Bill's eyes widened, "How did she get in here?" he asked, "These doors need keys to open." He stated, looking at his coffee. Tom leaned against the counter and looked thoughtful.
"I don't know, I'll have to ask her when I get back in there." He stopped, Gustav had entered the room, saw him, and then looked confused.
"Tom? I thought you were in your room, I heard the shower running…" he trailed off as Tom put his cup down and darted out of the room. Gustav looked at Bill, who had an exasperated look on his face. "Was it something I said?" he asked.
Bill shook his head and they heard the door to Tom's room almost slam shut.
Casey was rinsing her hair of conditioner when the door to the bathroom opened and Tom was suddenly behind her. She jumped and squeaked but was silenced by his lips. She was really getting tired of that.
She then felt the whole of his body pressing into her, she was being pressed into the wall, he was spreading her legs. And then it was just a lot of groaning, moaning, and squealing. The squeals coming from her….
Later she was finally brought out of Tom's room, she was nervous; she didn't even know why she was cool with being used as Tom's sex toy for now. She knew it was only for a day or so, 'Oh, I made myself sad…' she thought, hanging her head a little.
Tom brought her to the living room and sat down on the couch before pulling her onto his lap and switching on the TV.
Casey was tense, she had seen the rest of the band sitting on the other chairs beside them, she never did like being the center of attention. She sneaked a glance at them from under her eyelashes, yep. They were looking.
Most of them had their mouths open slightly, hanging from their jaws loosely.
She knew she had a rocking body…. Now, she didn't always have one, being a little on the pudgy side when she was seventeen, but she had worked out constantly when she had turned eighteen, and now here she was, nineteen and almost no baby fat on her at all.
She looked behind her at Tom, who had this silly smirk on his lips and she resisted the urge to lick it off. She paused in her thoughts, where did that come from?! Tom noticed her staring at him, and looked into her blue eyes, really, how did she get them, it looked like they had white mixed within the blue as well.
He put his lips to her ear, "I love your eyes." He whispered, looking at her as they drifted apart again. Casey looked into his warm brown orbs and nodded a bit.
She was suddenly reminded of her brother and her chest seized up, her eyes welled up in tears, and she slid off of Tom's lap and onto the couch cushion. He watched worriedly as she lay down and put her face in a pillow as she wound her arms around her middle.
He put an arm on her back and ignored the stares of his brother and the other two as he lay down behind her and murmured things to her.
Gradually she stopped sobbing and then lay still, she started breathing deeply, and drifting off to sleep, comforted at last about her brother.
Tom got off the couch after he made sure that she was really asleep, he looked over at the guys, "Have you seen her eyes?" he asked, looking at the woman on the couch.
The others shook their heads at his senselessness, they never knew what he was going to do next, well, Bill sometimes did, but that was rare too.
Tom went back to the kitchen and got something to eat before he wandered back to the living room and sat down near Casey's feet and started watching MTV while eating a sandwich.
Bill wandered over and sat near her head, "Tom, why are you still having her here? Usually it's as soon as you are done with them they are gone." He asked, Tom shrugged, chewing a bite of the sandwich.
They talked amongst themselves for a while watching TV for a while between conversations. Casey stirred, she lifted her head and saw a black clothe covered hip beside her head. She lifted her eyes and saw a pair of brown ones identical to Tom's looking down at her, 'Must be Bill.' Her mind supplied.
She sat up and found herself sitting next to Tom too, she was reminded vividly of that time on a bus where she had fallen asleep and when she had awoken two brothers had been sitting almost with her. One had been behind her, smiling and laughing at her a little, and the other had been beside her on the next chair, doing the same. She had almost had a heart attack.
They had always sat in the back, she had too, but the one time she fell asleep in the front they had been right there.
She wondered what was up with brothers and watching her sleep.
Tom wrapped an arm around her waist, "What was wrong with you a minute ago?" he asked, his eyes concerned, Casey looked down.
"My brother, I remembered him. He is dead now, he took…… more than half my family with him." She choked, sobs starting to come back.
Tom did a double take, looking at her with wide eyes, the rest of the motion around them stilled, Casey sighed, "Well, that's wrong, he took my whole family, except for two great uncles..." she hung her head.
Tom narrowed his eyes, Bill had his mouth popped open in astonishment, Gustav and Georg had stopped their sexy fight and were listening in.
"I don't open up like this, ever, so listen to me. My brother had bipolar. Angry one moment, nice the next, add not taking the meds to this and you have a ticking time bomb. He also got tangled up in drugs, and my once 'loving' family turned their backs on him the first thing." Casey felt two tears roll down her cheeks.
"Finally, my grandfather insulted him one time too many, and he snapped." She took a breath, "Or so I heard from the cop who told me over the phone yesterday." She stated. "My sister had told him all that had gone on before… before…" she couldn't say the word, but they understood.
That is why I was crying, it's also why I was in your bed last night," she glared at him half-heartedly, "I had gotten drunk in this hotel's bar, I grabbed the barman's card while he was distracted." She didn't say what distracted him in the first place.
Her story was at its end, the four sat and stared, their thoughts basically the same, 'Yesterday? She found out about this yesterday and is still talking?' they would have been numb and silent from the pain.
Casey leaned against Tom's arm and laid her head back on the couches top. She really didn't want to talk about that, but she had heard that it help with grieving.
She sighed deeply and closed her eyes, wondering how she got herself into this mess, with pop-stars at that! Tom took his other hand and grabbed her about the waist, he then pulled her back into his lap, he buried his head into the crook where her neck met her shoulder.
She did nothing.
-There.
-Mistress Fang