Lithium Flood

Alternate-Alternate Universe One-Shot

A/N: Lemony One-Shot. Foursome. Ana x CT x Ryder x Jose. Double Penetration. This a Lithium AU one-shot. IT IS NOT A PART OF THE LITHIUM SPRINGS CANON. Just something fun that was stuck in my brain. Blame Diamond Child and her Triangle for the story and blame KC for the title. Not beta'd. Not safe for work.

"Power 93, you are the ninety-third caller, who's this?"

"I am? Really?" Ana squealed into the receiver. She jumped up and down unable to contain her excitement. She'd been calling into the station every two hours for the past week unsuccessfully now finally, on the last day of the contest, she'd gotten through.

"You sure are," Big Mike, from Big Mike's Morning Mix, chuckled. "What's your name, sweetheart?"

"Ana!"

"Well, Ana, all you have to do is give me the phrase that pays and you'll be the grand prize winner."

"Power 93, Seattle's number one hit music station!" She yelled, the words spilling from her mouth so quickly she'd almost gotten the order wrong, almost.

"Congratulations Ana!" Big Mike screamed into the phone as air horns blared in the background. "You just won two backstage passes and a one-on-one meet and greet with Seattle's very own Lithium Springs. Hang on the line and we'll get your information."

One Week Later…

"Oh my gosh Kate I can't believe you're not coming with me," Ana whined, jutting out her bottom lip. "I'm so freaking nervous. I can't believe I'm actually going to meet them." She was rambling. The mammoth sized butterflies in her stomach wouldn't let her shut up.

She'd won backstage passes to see her all-time favorite band preform the final leg of their Sex God tour, and Kate, her best friend and roommate, was on deadline. How was it fair that this huge, gigantic, once in a lifetime thing was happening and she didn't have anyone to share it with.

"I know, I'm sorry, but I've got to get this story done or my editor is going to serve my ass up on a silver platter," the blonde shot her friend and apologetic look as her fingers hit the keys of her laptop.

"I understand," Ana sighed, "but it still sucks."

"Mm-hmm," Kate grunted, her eyes glued to the screen.

"Kate," Ana groaned, "will you put that down and help me get ready!"

"I'm on deadline."

"At least tell me how I look?"

"Like a crazy stalker fan."

"What's wrong with this?" Ana frowned looking over at her reflection in the mirror. She opted for a pink Lithium Springs baby tee, black Lithium sweat pants, and black Lithium dad hat.

"Babe, I know they are your favorite band, but you look like you want to wear their skin."

"I. Don't. Not," Ana gritted, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You. Do. Too. At best you look like a fifteen-year-old girl, at worse, a serial killer, but neither option is a very good one," Kate said, turning her head back to her laptop.

"Well, what would you wear?" Ana huffed, falling back on the bed.

"Something hot," Kate snorted.

"I don't want to look like a groupie."

"But… you are."

"Am not," Ana squeaked, slapping her friend on the arm. She wasn't a groupie. She was a fan. A diehard fan. So what if she masturbated to their poster once, big deal. Ok, maybe twice.

"You totally have a crush on the drummer."

"Everyone has a crush on the drummer," Ana replied rolling her eyes.

"But you're not everyone," Kate said, setting her laptop aside. "You're young and hot and rich. If you want the stupid drummer go and get him." Kate stood and walked to Ana's closet, a look of determination etched on her face.

Ana knew that look and she didn't like it. She was sure that whatever Kate picked would be skin tight and uncomfortable. Sighing, she resigned herself to her fate. She pulled the Lithium hat off her head and shook out her long brown hair as she listened to her friend ransacking her closet.

"Why do all your clothes suck?" Kate yelled.

"They do not," Ana screamed back, pursing her lips. She and Kate had two totally different senses of style. Kate was more, sultry vixen while Ana was a classic beauty.

"They do." Kate reemerged from the closet holding a white blouse and a navy capped sleeve dress, "this looks like something my mom would wear."

"That's Diane Von Furstenberg."

"You don't hear anything wrong with that sentence, do you?" Kate snarked.

"What's wrong with Diane Von Furstenberg?"

"Anastasia Rose Steele, you are twenty-five years old!"

"And?"

"And you haven't gotten laid since you broke up with douche bag Trey," Kate said, brushing past her friend, "a year ago," she added before stomping into her room.

Ana stuck her tongue out at the fiery blonde's back. Maybe she hadn't gotten laid in a year, but that didn't mean she hadn't gotten off.

Her blue eyes traveled to the white nightstand sitting just to the left of her four-post bed, the pleasure chest, as she'd so affectionately named it. Heat rushed to her face as images of her the laying on the bed with her little purple butterfly vibrator strapped to her clit flashed in her head. Kate probably wouldn't think she was such an angel if she saw the butt-plug hiding in the top drawer.

"Here," Kate said tossing a red ball of fabric at Ana's head. She held it up to get a better look at the thing. She was holding the skimpiest dress she'd ever laid her eyes on.

"Where's the rest?" Ana inquired, arching her brow.

"That's it."

"I'm not wearing that," she stated flatly, tossing it to the side.

"I thought you might say that, so I also brought you these." In Kate's hands were a pair of average looking black denim cut-offs.

"I have shorts?" It was a question not a statement. How were shorts any better than her Lithium sweat pants? How were these shorts any better than the ones in her closet.

"Not just any shorts, Ana, these are my lucky shorts, my guaranteed to get you laid, make your ass look spectacular, shorts." Kate stated proudly. "Plus, you can still wear your silly little band tee. It's effortless, edgy and hot as hell."

"Fine," Ana huffed. It was better than the fucking dress.

45 Minutes Later…

Stepping out of the Uber, Ana tugged at the hem of her shorts. Since she'd left the apartment one thought played on loop in her mind, She was going to kill Katherine Marie Kavanagh.

The only reason she'd agreed to wear them in the first place was because they appeared longer than they actually were. What she didn't know, and what her friend failed to mention, were the two large tears located just under the back pockets. Yes, the shorts hung lower on her leg than usual, but they also exposed the bottom of her butt cheeks. Hell, they exposed the middle of them too. With each step she felt the shorts riding further and further up her ass.

"ID?" the young radio intern asked as she approached the Power 93 table. Ana handed over her driver's license, and butterflies once again fluttered in her stomach. Her anger over the shorts seemed to float away as the girl handed her back her ID and VIP lanyards.

"Thanks," she grinned, before half walking, half running back behind the stage.

Ana followed the large white signs that read POWER 93 CONTEST WINNERS, through the maze of the Civic Arena to a small green room. In all there were twenty Lithium fans varying in age and gender, all waiting to meet their icons.

She took a seat in the back row as a million questions swirled in her mind.

What was their favorite color? No, she wasn't twelve.

What was their favorite song to perform? No, that was trite, plus she read somewhere that CT loves performing Soar and Ryder prefers Sex God, while Jose just gets a thrill from being on stage.

What qualities do you look for in a woman? No, she looked like a groupie, she didn't need to act like one too.

"Nervous?" A brunette woman sitting next to her asked.

"Is it that obvious," Ana smiled.

"Well, the shaky leg kind of gave you away," she said.

Ana slammed her hand down hard on her right thigh effectively halting the nervous twitch, "they're my favorite band. I've been kind of obsessed with them since my boyfriend and I broke up. They helped me get through some pretty dark times."

"I get it," the woman nodded, "their music speaks to my soul. It's like they just get me."

Ana grinned like a lunatic. She couldn't have said it better herself. "I think that's them," she squealed as she noticed the door to the green room opening out of the corner of her eye.

A tall blonde man slipped through, "The band will be in soon," the man said. "I'm Elliot their manger. I just wanted to go over a few things first."

They sat and listened attentively as Elliot went over the rules for the Q&A. It was pretty basic, one question per person, keep it PG, and most importantly have fun. He then went on to explain that there would be time after for pictures and autographs before the lucky grand prize winner got their one on one. "So, which one of you is Anastasia?" he asked, looking up from his clipboard.

"That's me," Ana raised her hand shyly. Her teeth found her bottom lip, as twenty pairs of eyes flew to her.

Elliot stared at her, his eyebrows shot up into his hairline, "you're Anastasia?"

"Yes. Well, Ana but yeah, that's me."

"Of course," he shook his head in disbelief. She wasn't sure what that was supposed to mean, but she didn't care, it was Lithium fucking Springs!

One hour later...

Ana bounced anxiously from foot to foot. Her nerves were in hyper drive as she waited patiently for the last of the nineteen contest winners to take a picture with the guys.

The question and answer went by in such a blur she couldn't remember a single thing that was said. This entire day was so surreal. The band that meant so much to her, the music that brought her through the darkness, the men that she'd masturbated to on a nightly basis, were standing right in front of her. They were five feet away and she had no clue what to say.

Ana inhaled and exhaled deeply as the manger walked over to where she was standing, "ready to meet the guys?" he asked, smiling.

She nodded her head up and down, frantically, "I think I'm going to throw up, but yes, I'm as ready as I'll ever be."

Elliot chuckled, "you'll be fine, trust me, they're going to fucking love you."

Ana followed closely behind Elliot as the guy's bid farewell to the last winner. This was it, the moment she'd dreamed about. She was finally going to meet Lithium Spring.

CT and Ryder sat on top of the table, while Jose was in a chair behind it. "Guys, Ana. Ana, meet Lithium Springs," Elliot introduced. "Jose, Ryder and my little brother, CT."

Ana froze. Her heart was beating frantically, as she sucked in her bottom lip. She did her best not to panic. Don't blow, Steele, she told herself. "Hey," she waved, smiling brightly. She was going for cool and unaffected, she was going for Kate.

"She's the one who won the contest?" Jose blurted out in surprise. He looked to his bandmates, who were both staring at Ana with the same shocked expression on their faces.

"Yeah," Elliot nodded, "I know."

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"What?" Ana asked, suddenly feeling insecure. Maybe Kate was wrong about the shorts. She clasped her hands behind her back, in an effort to cover the exposed skin.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to be rude, it's just… you're fucking hot. Like insanely, ridiculously, good looking," Jose emphasized. "Normally, it's teenagers who win these things, or creepy old dudes, never anyone who looks like you."

"Oh," Ana's lips puckered into a little "o" shape as she gaped at the guitarist. She wasn't sure how to respond, didn't know what to think. She was flattered. She was turned on and she was a little bit nervous.

"What he means is," CT, the drummer and Ana's favorite, interjected, "it's nice to meet you, Ana." He offered her his hand, his eyes roaming the length of her body. His gaze was mesmerizing. All deep and gray and mysterious.

"Nice to meet you too," she said, taking his hand. Electricity coursed through her veins as he pulled her closer, so close that she was straddling his leg.

"What's up?" Ryder asked, the question in his hazel eyes clear, are you down to fuck?

"You tell me," she shrugged. She hardly recognized her own voice, it was low, and sultry, throaty. Ana wasn't sure what was happening or rather, what was about to happen, but she certainly wasn't going to stop it.

"I think we're good, bro." CT spoke, finally tearing his gaze from Ana's body. He looked over at his brother, dismissing him, apparently, they no longer required a chaperone.

"Guys," Elliot warned.

"We're good," Jose grinned, throwing his arm around the blonde man, before ushering him to the door.

"Are you ok, Ana?" Elliot asked.

Ana looked down at CT, she wasn't sure when his hand landed on the back of her leg, but warmth she felt as he slid it up under the frayed edge of her shorts was the only answer she needed, "I'm fantastic," she breathed.

"Please use a fucking condom," Elliot grumbled before exiting the room.

"Sure thing, dad," Jose joked, slamming and locking the door behind him.

"So, Ana," CT mused, groping her firm tight ass, his gray eyes locked to her blue, "what's your favorite Lithium song?"

His words sent a chill down her spine. Her skin felt alive as he stroked her through the fabric of her shorts. There was an edge to his tone, lust mixed with urgency, and a hint of curiosity. He was intrigued by the blue-eyed beauty writhing under his touch.

"Umm… Soar," she answered. She liked Soar, but she knew it was his favorite, and well, she wanted to be his favorite too.

"Mine too," he stood, whispering into her neck. His mouth was on her almost instantly, all warm and wet at the base of her throat. He turned her around so that her ass was directly on his growing erection.

She vaguely registered Ryder dropping to his knees in front of her unbuttoning the button of her shorts, and she wasn't sure where Jose came from, but felt him. She felt his hands exploring her body.

Ryder hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her bottoms and yanked him down her legs. No sooner than they were around her ankles, she felt Jose's hand slip inside her panties, "God, she's so fucking wet," he groaned.

She should have been embarrassed, or felt shy but she wasn't and she didn't. She was soaked, it was the wettest she'd ever been in her entire life.

"Let's see if she tastes as good as she smells," Ryder suggested, pulling down her panties.

Jose's hand retreated up her body and up her shirt. He yanked down on her bra, exposing her breast. T

hey had her surrounded, Jose on her right, CT behind her on her left, and Ryder on his knee in front of her.

CT tugged on her ponytail so hard her head snapped back so roughly that she gasped in surprise. It was then that his mouth found hers and his tongue slipped between her lips. The kiss was a deep and possessive, his tongue battling hers for dominance. Licking and sucking and biting both her top and bottom lips

"Mmm," she moaned in his mouth as she felt the cool metal of Ryder's tongue ring lapping at her center. She'd never been with a man who had a tongue piercing, and after this, she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to go back.

Jose grabbed her chin, yanking her mouth from the drummers, and brought it his. His kiss was, slow, sweet, much different than that of his bandmate. He took his time, tasting and teasing, he peppered her lips with small chaste kisses before pushing her face back to CT's.

He kissed her, deeper, claiming more, before sending her back to Jose. They alternated, back and forth while Ryder kissed her other lips. They were relentless. The man in front of her licked and sucked and licked, dragging his piercing across every inch of her sensitive flesh.

With one last flick of his tongue, the small metal ball grazed her clit, sending her into convulsions. Her knees buckled and the two sets of strong hands wrapped around her body to keep her upright.

Ryder stood, trailing kisses up her stomach as he went. Once he was on his feet, he pressed a small kiss on her collarbone, before pulling his shirt over his head. CT kissed her one last time, his gray eyes searching her blue for any sign of regret, "you still with us, baby?" he asked. The spark still there and possibly stronger than before.

"Yes," she moaned, biting on his bottom lip. She definitely had a thing for the drummer.

"Good, then show us what that pouty little mouth of yours can do."

Ana dropped down to her knees, excitement coursed through her body as she discarded the rest of her clothes.

CT was the first of the guys to undress. His body looked even better up close than it did on the poster hanging on her bedroom wall. She eyed him greedily, taking in his sculpted chest, rock hard abs and brightly colored tattoos. He was perfection, sex on two legs and his dick, holy shit! He had the biggest, most perfect penis she'd ever seen. It made her mouth water.

He approached slowly, looking down at her, his gray eyes filled with lust. He fisted his veiny cock with his right hand, using it to guide the tip of his dick over her lips. She tried unsuccessfully to catch it in her mouth, but he pulled back before she could taste him. He was teasing her, building anticipation, but she couldn't help the frustration she felt. She wanted his dick in her mouth.

"Are you pouting?" He asked half amused, half aroused. "She's pouting," he told Jose as he came up beside him, naked and standing at attention.

She licked her lips, Jose dick, while not as big as the drummers, was still pretty fucking impressive. She reached over, wrapping her delicate fingers around his shaft, and slowly began to rub, up and down.

Ryder came up on the other side of her, she smiled, his dick was pierced too. She'd never seen one in real life, she never felt one, and she couldn't wait. With her other hand she grabbed the lead singer, before turning her attention back to the drummer. "Are you going to give me what I want?"

He ran his tip over her mouth again, smearing the tiny bit of pre-cum over her lips. Her mouth popped open and her tongue darted out lapping up his seed, eager for a taste. He spanked her mouth with his cock, once, twice, three times before slipping it inside. She peeked up at him, watching, waiting.

CT smirked, pleased that his teasing had affected her so, but little did he know she had some tricks of her own. Relaxing her jaw, she sucked him into her mouth so deep that the tip of his erection hit the back of her throat.

CT gasped, the smirk on his face falling quickly as he watched with lust filled eyes as she deep throated him.

She pulled back, slobber dripping down her chin, she may have stuck tongue out at him, payback for his early teasing, but she didn't have a chance to gage his reaction before Ryder guided her head to him.

Ana wrapped her hand around CT's cock as she sucked and licked Ryder's. He moaned, fisting her hair, a pained expression marring his flawless face. His breathing ragged as he fucked her mouth.

Jose was up next, she flattened her tongue against the underside of his shaft, exploring his dick. He grinned down at her, his big brown eyes forever playful. She'd always been skilled a blow jobs, they were fun for her, and having so many beautiful dicks to choose, well, it was nothing short of heaven. She was so turned on her arousal dripped down her thighs.

They stayed like that for a while, her alternating between the three men, sucking and spitting and gagging on their dicks. She was determined, never spending too much time in one place.

She didn't think it could get any better, that was until she felt two fingers slip into her core, "she's tight," CT groaned. "How is it possible that your pussy is this tight?"

"It's been awhile," she confessed, before returning her attention back to Jose. She hadn't been with a man in a year, sure she played with herself, but her fingers and little butterfly toy was nothing compared to the real thing.

Suddenly she'd longed to be stretched out over one of their dicks. She longed to feel the weight of a man on top of her.

"I have to get inside of her," CT grunted, his voice thick with need. He grabbed arms, pulling her up to her feet, and throwing her over his shoulder. He walked her over to the couch in the back of the green room and dropped her down.

Falling to his knees he yanked her ass to the edge of the sofa before aligning his cock at her entrance. Jose and Ryder flanked either side of her head, she grabbed one with her hand and took the other in her mouth while the drummer drove into her core relentlessly.

She did her best to keep up with the blow jobs, but the tightening in her belly became more than she could handle. She lost focus as another orgasm tore through her body.

That didn't stop them though. They didn't care that she was writhing and shaking uncontrollably. CT pulled out, his cock was quickly replaced by Ryder's long, pierced dick. The bead of his piercing grazed her g-spot and another mini orgasm tore through her body as Jose thrusted in and out of her mouth.

She was lost in sensation. It was all too much but somehow it wasn't enough.

This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, being fucked by all three members of Lithium Springs, and she couldn't let the moment pass without feeling all of them inside of her at the same time.

"What about my ass," she panted, just as soon as Jose slipped out of her mouth.

The three men stilled, looking from one to the other, silently debating who would be the lucky bastard to fill her tight rosebud. "Mine," the drummer growled. And the other men nodded their agreement.

"I want a turn with her pussy, Jose demanded.

Ryder sighed, as his fingers found her clit and he rubbed, slowly pumping in and out of her again and again. He tilted his hips so that his piercing hit all the right spots. "Just let me make her come one more time," he agreed reluctantly, "she feels so damn good when she's clenched around my dick."

"She really does dude," CT agreed, biting on her nipple. Jose head bent down and he brought his mouth to her other breast, licking and biting the erect bud.

"Yessssss," she hissed as the world was slipped away as the three sexiest men alive pulled and licked and tease another orgasm out of her.

"She's a squirted," Ryder said, slapping her clit with his dick. Her body shook as her juices gushed out from her core, dripping down the crack of her ass.

"That's it dude, it's my turn."

"Fine," Ryder huffed, "A guy could really get used to being inside of you."

CT eyed his friend, some unspoken conversation between them, "don't bother," the drummer growled, pressing a kiss on her temple.

Ana was too lost in her orgasm, too eager to have CT filling her ass to pay attention to what they were saying. In fact, she'd barely registered them shifting her body on top of Jose's. He was lying flat on the couch, his penis begging to be sheathed by her, and well, she'd longed for relief to the emptiness.

"FUuuuckk," he moaned as she lowered herself down on his shaft. She rolled her hips, riding him like he was a prized stallion. Ryder stood above them, guiding her face to his crotch, she sucked him in as Jose thrusted into her wildly.

CT climbed up on the couch behind her, his hand griping her waist as he guided his glistening cock to her rear entrance.

Her entire body stilled, as she adjusted to the mounting pressure caused by the monster pushing its way into her ass. A strangled cry ripped from her throat as he filled her completely. The men stilled, giving her a minute to adjust to the intrusion.

"Fuck me," she yelled.

That was all the encouragement they needed, Jose and CT pumped into her in sync as Ryder used her mouth. Sweat dripped down her brow, slobber down her lips and come seeped out of her pussy as they filled every orifice on her body.

They slammed into her, pushing her higher and higher and higher, while desperately seeking their own release. The noises coming from their mouths were raw and primal growls that sounded as if they belonged to lion's attacking their prey. She was the gazelle, and they were attempting to split her in two.

Ryder came first. Sucked him to the back of her mouth as he shot hot semen down her throat.

Next was Jose, "shit, dude, let me up," he grunted. CT yanked Ana back of his bandmate, never breaking their connection. Jose scrambled to his feet just before CT pushed her back on all fours; the drummer continuing his punishing pace.

She yelled out, but her screams were muffled by the cock pushing its way into her mouth. She could taste herself on Jose as he pumped into her twice before releasing so much come in her mouth she nearly choked.

"Come on baby," CT growled. He brought his hand to her clit and began rubbing small circles on her swollen bud. She wasn't sure if her body could withstand another orgasm but he wasn't giving up. He was going to kill her; death by orgasm, but there was no other way she'd want to go.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh," she yelled, biting down on the arm of the couch. She saw the stars and the moon and the planets as she ascended to the heavens. She was so lost in pleasure she thought she'd ever come down.

"Fuck, Ana," CT groaned as he slammed into her one final time, spilling his seed deep within her. They collapsed in a heap on the sofa, both struggling to breath.

Three hours later…

Ana felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her body. "Is it time for the show?," she muttered sleepily into his neck. She didn't bother opening her eyes, she knew him by scent. The drummer, her favorite.

"Baby, the show is over, you slept through it."

"What?" She whined, "I missed the entire thing?" She was disappointed. This was the last leg of the tour. The end of the road. Who knew how long it would be before they toured again, and she'd slept through it.

"Yes," he chuckled.

"I should probably get going," her voice was sad as struggled to stand but his grip on her tightened.

"Settle down, Ana, I got you."

"Where are you taking me?"

"To the tour bus."

"Why?"

"Why do you think?"

She took a quick assessment of her body, she was sore but in the most delicious way possible. "You guys are trying to kill me," she purred snuggling into his neck.

"Just you and me this time baby," he whispered into her hair.

"Really?"

"Is that a problem for you?"

"No, not at all…Can I tell you a secret?"

"Yes."

"You're my favorite."

"And you're mine, only mine, from now on, deal?"

"Deal."

The End..

A/N: Thank you for reading.