The day I met Nick Kushner, my life was never the same afterwards.
I met him through Brian. Brian and I were dating kinda. We'd been on and off lately, what with us both touring the world. Nick was a really good friend of Brian's; they'd known eachother forever. Brian and I were meeting him and a few others a bar in downtown L.A. As Brian and I walked in, arm in arm, we sat down at the bar and ordered a round of shots to start off.
"So, who exactly is coming?" I ask.
"Nick, Joey, and I think Jon."
"As in Jon Davis?"
"Yeah."
"Sweet, I've never met him."
"Really?"
"Yep."
"Surprising."
Just then, Jon arrives. I'm so thrilled to finally meet him. Korn was a big inspiration to me as a youngster. Him and Brian greet eachother.
"Jon, I'd like you to meet the one and only Y/N."
We shake hands. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Y/LN."
"I'm so glad we're finally meeting."
"I'll say. So, are you two, like⦠together?"
"Yeah." Brian says. I smile.
"Wow. Public?"
"Kinda.." I say.
Right then, Joey shows up. I'd already met Joey; I'm pretty tight with the Slipknot crew, so I chat with him while Brian and Jon catch up.
"So, you know this Nick Kushner guy?" I ask him.
"Yeah, why?"
"I guess he's coming tonight."
"Oh, yeah he's pretty chill. You'll like him."
Just then, he arrives. He's tall, but not too tall. Long black hair, heavy makeup, fishnet everywhere. And he is GORGEOUS. I check myself, since I'm already in a relationship. But he's staring right at me, and I can't take my eyes off of him. Brian breaks our gaze.
"Hey, dude, how's it going?"
They talk for a while, but I can't stop staring at Nick, and he keeps glancing over at me. Brian seems to notice.
"Nick, this is my girlfriend, Y/N." He over emphasizes girlfriend.
We shake hands, and I feel a definite buzz between us.
"Hi, it's nice to meet you." He says.
I'm lost for words, so I just smile like an idiot. We drop our hands to our sides, and just stand there staring at each other.
"Have we met before?" Nick asks randomly.
"I don't think so."
Brian starts to distract Nick by pulling him into him and Jon's discussion. They're talking about something to do with guns. Some dude stuff, I don't know. I need a chic here. But I'm used to being the only girl in a lot of things. My whole band is guys, matter of fact.
After a while, we all decide to go to a different bar, down the street. As we trudge out into the street, Brian puts a protective arm around me. There's going to be a lot of fans out here. And when you have 4 huge people in the metal and shock world, there's gonna be paparazzi to the max. The cameras are blinding, but we push through the crowd. When a reporter tries to question Brian on whether we're together, he replies with a polite, "Fuck off."
To be honest, I feel weird having Brian on my arm, when I feel these things for Nick. It can't happen though, Brian is my one and only. That's what I'm trying to convince myself.
Once we get to the other club, we realize right away that this one is way better. The scene is more dark and intimate. As we get super drunk, we go out on the dance floor, and just act like total idiots. We all grind on eachother in one big twerk circle. It's fucking hilarious. I'm laughing nonstop for no apparent reason, so are the others. It's exhilarating.
Suddenly, the music slows, and Brian pulls me into his arms. I feel that warm feeling of my love for him that I've felt so strongly since that first day. But then I see Nick watching us, and I can't stop looking at him. It makes me sad the way he's looking at Brian and I. Brian gently turns my face to him.
"What are you looking at?" He asks.
"Nothing." I say.
We kiss. I feel self conscious , because I know Nick is still watching. It makes my heart ache, as if my heart is being tugged on from opposite directions. Brian looks in my eyes, and I'm afraid he's going to see something in my face that he won't like. But he just says, "Wanna fuck?"
"Back at the hotel." I say.
"Why not here?" He asks impatiently.
"I don't feel comfortable, it's a club."
"You've never had that problem before."
I look into his eyes. He looks angry with me. "Baby, what's wrong? We can at the hotel."
"You're just acting weird tonight." He says.
"I'm sorry.. I don't know what I'm doing that's making you think that."
He looks away. I look at Nick again, and feel that pain in my heart again. Brian catches me that time, and sees everything in my face.
"Let's go."
And he pulls me out of the club. We walk down the street, looking for a taxi.
"What about the guys?"
"They can fend for themselves." He says angrily. He's pissed.
I remain silent, and trudge after him. The taxi ride is quiet and awkward, he glares out the window the entire time. I want desperately to grab his hand or something, but in fear that he'll lash out at me suddenly.
We arrive at the hotel, and go up to our room silently. Elevator. When we get into the room, I sigh and shrug off my jacket and heels. I turn around, and Brian is standing there glaring at me, shirtless. It's scaring the living daylights out of me, the way he's standing so still, just glaring at me. I stare at him, wide eyed, waiting.
Finally he says, "Take your shirt off."
I do so, right away. Yet still, he grabs my boobs roughly, slapping them, that same angry look on his face. "Honey, what the fuck is up with you?"
He pulls off my pants and his, and I crawl back on the bed. But instead, he grabs a bag from under the bed, and pulls out a bunch of rope. I know what's in store for me then.
He ties each of my limbs to the bed posts. Tight, without any mercy.
When he gets out the whip, I say, "Why are you doing this?"
"You've been a bad girl." He says in that toneless deep voice.
"What did I do?"
He kneels above me, I can see his dick is already hard.
"Never talk to Nick again." And he whips me across the stomach. I cry out in pain.
"Never try to see him." Whip. Pain.
"Don't even look at him, ever!" He whips me the hardest, and I scream.
"I'm gonna teach you never to look at another guy again."
He punishes me with his dick. It's amazing, I never want anyone else in this moment. Just Brian. All Brian. There's no one but Brian.
After we finish, he unties me, and lets me cuddle with him in bed, rubbing my bruises and cuts.
"Did you learn your lesson?" He asks, tenderly.
"Yeah. I'll never even look at another guy ever again." I chuckle.
We fall asleep in ecstacy.
