We'll Build This Love From the Ground Up

Zacky glared at Rosalie, taking the shot. He set the glass down and belched, smirking to himself. "As a matter of fact, I had sex a few nights ago. But you were so piss drunk, wallowing in your self-pity, you wouldn't have remembered," he hissed. "But I guess if I were you, I would hate myself too. I'd have small tits and a saggy ass and the only way any guy would sleep with me was if I got on my knees and put a bag over my head." With that, he stood up and walked away from the bar, heading back to the table. He didn't know what Jimmy was trying to pull, but he wasn't having any of it. He sat back down at the table, beginning to feel a bit queasy. But he ignored it and tried to just relax, so that he didn't end up vomiting all over his friends. They would not be happy with him.

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Sasha looked down, biting her lip when she felt his thumb under her skirt. She was dying to feel more of his hand on her, but she knew she would have to wait, even if she didn't want to. It wasn't like they were in some sort of relationship where she could freely touch him at any point, this was just a one-night-stand. And then she'd see him again in the morning. She wouldn't be able to leave and never look back. That was what she was scared of. The fact that she would see him again every single day after this. And she would be constantly reminded of the sex they'd had and the night they'd shared, and she'd grow feelings for him because of it. Ugh, just stop, Sasha. Stop it. She took her shot when it got there, licking over her lips and putting a smile on. "Sure," she finally said.

"It's better than having a small dick!" Rosalie called after Zacky as he walked away. Huffing, she turned back to the bar and leaned against the counter, licking over her lips before she looked up at Jimmy. "Alright, if you're done with this asinine plan of trying to get me and Zacky to have sex, I'm going to go and find someone who's actually going to fuck me. So see ya." Rosalie moved away from the bar, letting out a string of curse words when she felt Jimmy's hand around her elbow, pulling her back. "Jimmy, what the fuck, let me go."

"I'm not done with you guys yet," Jimmy hissed. "I'm going to make this happen, just you wait. And then I'm going to get my hundred bucks."

"You know I was kidding about that, right?" Rosalie asked, rolling her eyes.

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Brian moved his arm back over Sasha's shoulders, rubbing her arm as they waited for their round of shots. When the waitress placed them on the table, Brian reached for one and held it out to the center of the table. "Cheers," he said, grinning before he tipped the shot back. It barely burned, but then again, rum hardly did to him anymore. He glanced over when Zacky sat down at the table. "Rough time at the bar, Zack?" he chuckled. "You took terrible." He knew it probably had something to do with Rosalie, it always did. And with the way Jimmy seemed to be plotting, it didn't look like it would be over anytime soon. "You know, whenever you get ready to leave, just tell me," Brian said to Sasha. He heard Johnny order another round of shots, but didn't catch the alcohol he'd chosen. "Don't feel like you have to stay here any longer than you want. So just let me know and I'll take you back to the hotel, okay?"

Zacky glared at Brian, wanting to punch the other guitarist, but refrained. He didn't take the shot that Johnny ordered, because he knew if he had any more alcohol, he'd throw up. And he didn't want to do that. Not here, at least. If he was going to throw up, he'd prefer to do it back on the bus, in the bathroom. He frowned at the thought of throwing up, which made him even more nauseated. "Oh fuck," he muttered when his stomach churned, getting to his feet and rushing to the bathroom. He dropped to his knees in front of a urinal and threw up into it, not even having time to get into a stall. He heard a man making noises of disgust next to him, but he didn't care.

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Sasha had to bite back a small laugh when Zacky came back over looking like hell. She felt bad, though, because he clearly wasn't enjoying his night like everyone else was. She looked at Brian and nodded her head. She thought she'd do one more shot and then ask him to take her back to the hotel, because she was ready to go. She was just getting more and more anxious and she was afraid she'd end up changing her mind if she got too much alcohol in her system. When the shots came around, she picked up her glass and tipped it back, making a face as she sat the glass down. She cleared her throat, shaking her head. That was absolutely disgusting. She didn't know what it was, but it tasted like ass. She looked at Brian, licking over her lips. "I'm ready to go," she murmured.

"Uh no, you made a verbal bet," Jimmy said. "I'm going to get you and Zacky to fuck and then I'm going to get money."

"That's like the definition of a pimp, Jimmy," Rosalie pointed out, smirking. Jimmy just huffed, mumbling something about going to find Zacky before walking off. Perfectly content to stay at the bar, Rosalie leaned against the counter, calling out to the bartender for another shot and a rum and coke. She couldn't have too much more or she'd end up in front of the toilet later, and she hated that. She tipped the shot back, and had barely finished half of her rum and coke before she felt a hand around her elbow. Rosalie turned around to see Jimmy and frowned. Honestly, sometimes she just wanted to smack the shit out of him.

"Rosie, I'm ready to go back to the hotel, come back with me," Jimmy whined. "Pleeeeeeeaase."

"Jimmy, I want to get laid," Rosalie huffed.

"And you will," Jimmy said. "I'm taking Zacky back because he's sick and I'm putting him in your room."

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They only had to wait a few minutes before the waitress returned with the next round of shots, and judging by the color of the alcohol, Brian would wager a guess that it was tequila. Honestly, Johnny had shit taste in alcohol. But Brian took the shot anyway, not about to turn down alcohol. He sat the glass down on the table, hearing Sasha whisper in his ear, and he smirked softly to himself. "Alright then, let's go." He ushered Sasha out of the booth, laying his hand on her lower back as he got to his feet. "We're going back to the hotel, see you fuckers in the AM. Or probably the PM." Luckily cabs were plentiful in this area, and Brian was quickly able to flag one down, giving the driver directions to the hotel. As he and Sasha got onto the elevator, he slipped his room key from his pocket, using it to open the door once they reached his room. Brian slipped the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the doorknob before shutting the door and walking over to Sasha. "I've been waiting to do this all night," he said, leaning down and kissing her roughly.

Zacky groaned when Jimmy came into the bathroom and laughed at him. He wanted to punch the taller man, but he felt another wave of nausea pass and he threw up a little more. When he finally felt like his stomach was empty, he stood up and stared down at his mess in the urinal. He felt bad for whoever had to clean that up. He walked to the sink and rinsed his hands, making a face at the taste of bile and alcohol mixing in his mouth. That wasn't very good at all. He stumbled out of the bathroom, his head pounding like a bitch.

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Sasha followed him into his hotel room, looking up at him and gasping softly when he kissed her roughly. She kissed him back, reaching up and sliding her arms around his neck. She pulled back for a breath and smirked slightly, setting her little bag aside. She leaned up and kissed him again. "Take me," she mumbled against his lips, just wanting him to have his way with her already. Her crotch was throbbing and she was already getting her panties wet because she was so excited. It had been a long time since she'd had sex and she was beyond ready.

"Uh, like hell you are!" Rosalie hissed. She tried to pull her elbow from Jimmy's grip, but couldn't. "I don't want that asshole in my room. Put him in his own damn room."

"He needs someone to take care of him, Rosie," Jimmy explained, as if it were the most simple thing in the world. "A lady, someone nurturing. And Sasha's off jumping on Brian's dick for the night, so that just leaves you."

Rosalie didn't say anything as Jimmy pulled Zacky up from his seat at the booth. The drummer must've put him there while he went to drag her away from the bar. She knew there wasn't going to be any talking Jimmy out of dumping Zacky in her room, so Rosalie would just have to wait until Jimmy was gone and then take the guitarist elsewhere. He stunk like alcohol and vomit and she did not want him in her hotel room. At the hotel, Jimmy snatched her room key from her, ignoring the glare she sent him as he practically dragged Zacky down the hall. Jimmy unlocked Rosalie's room and took Zacky inside, dumping him on the bed nearest the door. "I'll be back in the morning to check on you guys," Jimmy announced. "And to get my hundred bucks."

Rosalie only rolled her eyes as Jimmy left. She looked over at Zacky. "Don't get comfortable, you're not staying here," she mumbled, starting to pull off the clothes she'd worn to the club. She didn't care that Zacky was here, he was practically comatose as far as she knew. She hadn't really been paying attention.

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Brian smirked at Sasha's words. "You don't have to tell me twice, sweetheart," he said. He was glad she seemed so willing, it made things so much easier on him this way. Brian gently forced Sasha backwards until her legs his the bed, helping her to lay down against the bed. He straddled her hips, staying up on his knees as he reached for the top of her skirt, undoing the small zipper before dragging it down her thighs. Next he went for her shirt, tugging it over her head and dropping it onto the floor. "God, you've got a fantastic set of tits," he said, running his hands over her chest. He squeezed her breasts in his hands. Brian leaned down over her, taking one of her nipples into his mouth as he curled his fingers around the elastic of her underwear. He tweaked the pink bud between his, removing her underwear before moving a hand up between her legs, teasing his fingers over her slit. "You're so wet already," Brian teased, pausing for a second to glance up at Sasha. "You must have wanted this worse than I thought." He reached down with his free hand, somewhat slowly undoing the belt from his jeans. "Are you going to undress me or am I going to have to do it myself?" Brian asked, smirking at her. He tossed his belt aside, bringing his hand up to her chest. "Because I promise if I have to do it myself, I'm going to go as slowly as possible, just so I can keep teasing you."

Zacky glared at Rosalie, groaning as he rolled onto his side and pulled his knees up to his stomach. He watched her change for a moment, unable to help himself as his eyes scanned over her body. He'd never really taken the chance before to admire her body. Admire? Was he fucking crazy? He squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head slightly. Clearly, he'd lost his mind. This was Rosalie, and he didn't care if he was extremely intoxicated. He couldn't look at her like that. He suddenly felt nauseated again, but he took some deep breaths and thought about something else, and managed to make it go away. He was seriously an idiot for drinking so much. He should have just been the bigger person and walked away, but nope, he had to challenge her and ended up with the shit end of the stick.

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Sasha whimpered softly when he teased his fingers over her slit, biting her lip hard. She was surprised that he thought she had good breasts because she'd always been kind of self-conscious about them. But she guessed she couldn't complain. She looked up at him and bit her lip hard, sitting up and unbuttoning his jeans. She pressed her lips to his neck, sucking lightly on the skin there as she pulled his zipper down. She moved up onto her knees and tugged his shirt off, tossing it onto the floor and kissing down his neck to his chest. She ran her hands over the newly exposed skin, admiring his body for a moment before she pushed his jeans down, waiting for him to move so she could get them off his legs. And then with that, went his boxers. She reached down and gently ran her fingertips along his shaft before taking him into her hand, stroking him for a moment. She looked up at him, blushing slightly before she kissed down his chest and his stomach, pressing a kiss to his tip and then running her tongue over him.

As she undressed, Rosalie glanced at her shoulder at Zacky, noticing that he was looking at her. She turned away, shaking her head as she smirked to herself. It was probably because he was drunk and she was undressing right in front of him, but it was still a little amusing to her that he was watching her change. And if she had to babysit tonight instead of getting laid like she'd wanted, she saw no harm in messing with him a little. "Alright you fat fuck, get your ass up," Rosalie said, grabbing Zacky by the elbow and tugging. But he was way too heavy for her go lift, especially since he was drunk and practically dead weight. "Or did you want to stay here? I saw you watching me undress, you little pervert. Did you like what you saw?"

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Brian was perfectly content to stand there and met Sasha undress him. Even if it hadn't been that long since the last time he'd had sex, he still enjoyed the feeling of her hands and lips on his skin. He groaned softly when she started to stroke him, smirking at the blush that aappeared on her face before she started to kiss down his chest and stomach. Brian reached down to tangle his fingers in her hair, craning her head up so that he could meet her gaze. "There is absolutely no sight better than the one of a beautiful woman with my dick in her mouth," Brian said, smirking down at her. He gently guided her to take him into her mouth, slowly forcing her to take almost half of him before he stopped pushing, content now to just let her do what she wanted to do.

Zacky groaned when Rosalie started tugging on him, refusing to move. He glared up at her. "No, I fuckin' didn't," he hissed. "It actually made me feel sick again." He rolled onto his back, semi-hoping he'd end up choking on his own vomit. He closed his eyes, just blaring music in his brain and ignoring Rosalie completely. Seriously, what the fuck was wrong with Jimmy? Why was he trying to put them together when he knew they'd eventually end up killing each other? Not literally, but still, that wasn't the point. He could feel her still standing beside the bed, like she was expecting him to get up and leave. He cracked one eye open and looked up at her. "I'm not fuckin' goin' anywhere, so fuck off," he slurred slightly, glaring at her with his one eye. Why couldn't she just ignore him like he was trying to ignore her?

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Sasha smirked slightly, making a noise of surprise when he forced her to take more of him into her mouth. But she didn't mind. She was used to guys taking advantage of her. Maybe that's why this was so easy for her. She didn't know what being loved really felt like, so she never understood how to let a guy really treat her. She just assumed all guys treated girls this way in bed, because she didn't really know any better. She swirled her tongue around him, moaning as she began to bob her head back and forth, using her free hand to grip his thigh for support. She pulled away after a moment and sucked in a big breath, licking over her lips and using the back of her hand to wipe the excess drool from her chin. She sat back up and kissed his jaw, taking in him her hand again and stroking him a few times. "I need you inside of me," she murmured.

At Zacky's words, the smirk fell from Rosalie's face. He was no fun. She frowned when he rolled over onto his back, crossing her arms and staring down at him. If he thought he was actually staying here, he'd lost his fucking mind. Soon enough he cracked one eye open, huffing when he spoke. "You're not staying in my fucking room!" she shouted. "The only guys who sleep in my room are Jimmy and the ones who are going to fuck me. And since I don't see your pants coming off, not that I particularly want them to, you're not fucking staying." Rosalie was seriously going to kill Jimmy. Why the hell did he dumb this asshole in her room? There was no way she could sleep with him in here. "You know what? If you won't leave, I'm going to go stay in your room. Where's your fucking room key?" Rosalie turned Zacky over onto his side again, searching his back pockets for his room key.

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Brian moaned softly, feeling Sasha swirl her tongue around him. He smirked as he watched her bob her head, although it changed to a slight frown when she pulled away. He'd really been looking forward to a blowjob. But he wasn't opposed to just fucking her, which it seemed was exactly what she wanted. "My pleasure, darling," Brian whispered. He helped Sasha to lay back on the bed, her legs draped over the side. He found his wallet and pulled out the condom he kept there, opening it and rolling it onto himself before he moved up between her legs. He lined himself up with her entrance, pausing for a short second before he pushed into her, groaning as he leaned down over her. "Is this what you wanted?" he rasped against the shell of her ear. "You wanted me to fuck you, baby?" Brian kissed below her ear as he started to thrust into her, using the traction from having his feet on the floor to keep a fast and slightly rough pace.

Zacky's eyes widened when she rolled him over onto his side and stuck her hands in his back pocket. He grabbed her arms and shoved her down onto the bed, rolling over top of her. He wobbled a bit, but glared down at her nevertheless. "Would you get your hands out of my ass!" He hissed, managing to pin her arms down above her head. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He moved off the bed, stumbling to the door and grabbing the doorknob. He tried to turn it, but it wouldn't budge. "What the fuck?" He wiggled it, but something was clearly jamming it. He reached up and pounded on the door. "Jimmy, you fuckin' fuck, I'm gonna kill you!" He hiccuped and glared at the door.

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Sasha moaned out when he finally pushed into her, nodding her head as she gripped onto his arms. "Yes," she whimpered, biting her lip hard. She moved her hands up to his shoulders, gripping them tightly as she raised one leg to wrap around his waist. She honestly didn't care in that moment if he was rough or that it hurt ever so slightly. She knew the pain would fade in a few moments as her body adjusted to him. She just hadn't had sex in a while, and that was why. But she didn't care, because it felt amazing. Now she knew why he had so many groupies around, and why all the girls that came back were usually for him. Not that he got all the girls, but there were quite a few that would line up for him.

"Hey!" Rosalie shouted out when Zacky rolled her over onto the bed. "My hands weren't in your ass, you stupid fuck, they were in your fucking pockets." She huffed at him when he finally got up, flipping him the bird as she sat up. She watched him go over to the door and try to leave, groaning to herself when she watched him fail. Jimmy must've jammed it somehow, the motherfucker. "Go fucking lay down and shut up," Rosalie grumbled to Zacky. "He's not going to let us out and I'm not going to sit here and listen to you about all Goddamn night. So lay the fuck down before you throw up all over the place." She was going to have a few choice words for Jimmy the next day when she saw him. All she wanted was a fuck, or at the very least, a peaceful night's sleep. But with Zacky here, there was no way she would get that.

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Brian smirked at the sound of her whimper. Sounds like that were music to his ears. "Well you let me know how you like it baby, and I'll give it to you," Brian said to her. He might be a bit of a selfish lover, but he always liked to make sure whatever girl he was with was taken care of and enjoying herself. It was one of the reason so many of them tried to come back, but that wasn't how he worked anymore. Although he might with Sasha, as long as she didn't get attached. Brian slipped his hands around to Sasha's ass, gripping it in his hands as he pulled her a bit further off of the bed, lifting her hips into the air. This change in position helped him to penetrate deeper and hopefully hit the spot inside of her that would have her saying his name like it was the only word she knew.

Zacky looked over his shoulder at her and narrowed his eyes at her. "Fuck you, bitch," he hissed. He looked around the room and thought for a moment, before he went to the bathroom. He shut the door and locked it before he kicked his shoes off, grunting when he fell back against the wall. He huffed in frustration and stumbled over to the tub, climbing into it and moving to sit down. He laid out as if he were taking a bath, attempting to get comfortable, but he couldn't. So instead he moved onto his side and curled up into a ball, in the fetal position. He rested his head on his arm and closed his eyes, just praying that his mind allowed him to fall asleep so that he could wake up and get the hell out of here.

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Sasha moaned out loudly as he pushed deeper into her, arching her back and reaching down to grip the blanket beneath her. She bit her lip hard as she looked up at him, noting the look on his face. She knew what he wanted to hear, she wasn't stupid. She let go of the blanket and reached up to cup her breasts, squeezing them and moaning softly. "Fuck me harder," she pleaded as she looked up at him. Any pain she had felt was gone now, and she was so used to being fucked hard that it was all she knew now. She'd be sore in the morning, but she was used to that too. She bit her lip and smirked slightly, moaning his name ever so softly.

"Yeah, fuck you too, asshole," Rosalie mumbled as Zacky disappeared into the bathroom. She didn't really have the energy or the patience to deal with him right now, so if he wanted to try to sleep or what the fuck ever in the bathroom, she would let him. At least with the room to herself she might be able to get a little sleep. Rosalie looked around for the remote, turning on the TV to a random channel and turning the volume down low before she climbed into bed, tugging the covers up over her head. A few minutes later, she heard her phone ringing on the nightstand and she groaned, reaching over to answer it.

"How come I don't hear moans of pleasure yet?" Jimmy asked, and Rosalie rolled her eyes.

"Because Zack's stupid asshole is passed out in the bathtub," Rosalie huffed. "And just the thought of him makes my vagina drier than Death Valley. So leave us the fuck alone."

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Brian looked down at Sasha, watching as she started to squeeze her breasts. He smirked as she spoke, pausing his movements to give her ass a slap. He did this a few times before he laid her hips back down on the bed, starting to move again and using his grip on her ass to pull her hips into his with each thrust. "You want me to fuck you harder?" Brian whispered into her ear, smirking. "Is this hard enough for you, dirty little girl? You didn't seem like the kind of girl to like it rough, you look so innocent." It was so different than most of the girls Brian took to bed, since most of them were usually groupies and had obviously been around the block several times. But Sasha obviously wasn't as innocent as she looked, which was fine with Brian. "I want to hear you make more noise," Brian said, changing the angle of his thrusts just a little. "I want to hear you say my name. Tell me how much you love it when I fuck you."

Zacky slept poorly most of the night, waking up a few times to vomit into the toilet. He was probably lucky he hadn't gotten alcohol poisoning. When morning finally rolled around, he climbed out of the toilet and groaned at the searing pain in his head, and the numbness in his shoulder. He rolled it before opening the door, staggering out of the bathroom. He saw Rosalie asleep in her bed, smirking as he got an idea. He walked over and grabbed the ink pen off the nightstand, quickly drawing a giant dick on her forehead. "How about that, cunt?" he grumbled under his breath before he set the pen down. He staggered to the door and tried to open it, finding it was still locked. "Fuck."

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Sasha let out a small cry as he started to fuck her harder. She whimpered and reached up to grip onto his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin. "Fuck, Brian," she whimpered, moaning as she looked up at him. "Your dick feels so good inside of me, I fucking love it." She had never been too good at dirty talk, so she hoped she didn't make a total fool out of herself, but she figured at this point, he wasn't going to stop even if she did sound like an idiot. She continued to moan loudly for him, knowing she probably sounded like a two-cent whore, but she didn't care. She moved one hand down between them to rub her clit, moaning his name out. "Fuck, I'm getting close," she panted.

Rosalie managed to fall asleep pretty quickly after hanging up on Jimmy, but it wasn't a very relaxing sleep. She tossed and turned all night, and once or twice she was woken up by Zacky vomiting in the toilet. When she finally woke up the next morning, it was to the sounds of Zacky trying to open the door, which she assumed was still locked. "Finally I can go to the fucking bathroom," Rosalie grumbled, going inside and locking the door. She used the restroom and went to wash her hands, gritting her teeth when she looked in the mirror. That motherfucker. She scrubbed the drawing off of her forehead before she went back out into the room. "I bet you think you're so fucking hilarious, don't you, you stupid fat bastard?" Rosalie hissed to Zacky, shoving her finger into his chest. "God, I should've shoved you over the balcony last night when Jimmy dumped your worthless ass in here. It would've made my life a lot more enjoyable. And the band probably would've sounded a lot better after the replaced you, too."

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Brian chuckled at Sasha's attempt at dirty talk. It wasn't the best he'd ever heard, but it also definitely wasn't the worst. At least she was trying, some girls just completely clammed up when he asked them to talk dirty to him and that was the worst. "That's so cute," Brian teased, continuing to thrust into her. "But hearing you say my name was hot, say it again. I want you to fucking scream my name when you come, do you hear me? Don't be scared." He smirked when she reached between them to rub her clit, taking this and her breathy declaration as his cue to move even faster, practically slamming into her as he leaned down over her to kiss her roughly on the lips. "Come for me, okay, baby girl?" he whispered. He could feel himself getting close as well and he didn't particularly care which of them came first. "Let me hear you say my name."

Zacky stared at her, his blood boiling. He was hot. That was the last fucking straw. Calling him fat was one thing, but saying the band would be better off without him? That actually broke his heart. He balled his hands into fists, glaring at her. "Fucking cunt. Nobody fucking likes you, don't you get it? The only reason you're even here is because Jimmy feels sorry for you. If he didn't, you'd probably be dead in a ditch with a needle in your arm, like you should be," he snarled, just losing his cool. He opened his mouth to speak again when he heard the doorknob start jiggling. He turned, watching as the door opened. Without a single word, he shoved past Jimmy, heading for the elevator. He felt like a child again, who wanted to run away from home and never come back, and he fucking hated it. He hated that some homewrecking whore could come in and make him feel this way.

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Sasha gasped when he started slamming into that spot that always drove her crazy, her back arching off the bed as her muscles contracted around him. She chanted his name a few times before her orgasm finally washed over him, crying his name out. Her head was spinning and her crotch was throbbing and her body felt like it was on fire, but in a good way. That was probably the best orgasm that she had ever had, and the only orgasm that she could remember ever having from just straight sex. Sure, she had to touch herself a bit just to get her over the edge, but that was nothing compared to what she usually had to do to get herself to orgasm after sex. Usually the guys she was with didn't care if she came or not, but at least Brian had the decency to actually let her orgasm.

Rosalie opened her mouth to spit something back at Zacky, but he stormed off before she could. Okay, so maybe telling him the band would be better off without him was a really low blow, but telling her that she deserved to be dead? That was absolutely uncalled for. "See what you did?" Rosalie hissed, turning to Jimmy. She gestured out the open door. "You didn't make things better, you only made them worse. And I swear to God, if you ever lock me in a room with that fat fucking piece of shit again, I'm going to murder you with my bare hands." She was so angry she was actually crying, and she just wanted to wrap her hands around Zacky's throat and strangle the life out of him.

"Rosie," Jimmy said softly, and the blonde turned to look at him. "You know what he said isn't true, right? You're not just here because I feel sorry for you, and I'm not the only one who likes you. And you definitely don't deserve to be dead in a ditch somewhere. I love you Rosie, I like you better alive."

Rosalie laughed, going over to Jimmy and wrapping her arms around his torso. "I just...God, I fucking hate him so much."

---

As soon as he felt Sasha contracting around him, Brian allowed himself to release, and he let out a low moan as he filled the tip of the condom. He heard Sasha cry out his name and he smirked against the skin of her neck as he rode out his high. "Good girl," he panted. He relaxed on top of her just long enough to catch his breath and then he pulled out of her, pulling the condom off and tying it off before he tossed it into the trashcan. He reached down and grabbed his boxers and tugged them on, running a hand back through his hair as he looked down at Sasha. "You sleep in that bed if you want," Brian said. "Or you can go back to your own room, if you don't want to stay. I just figured that you'd rather not do the walk of shame right away." Brian went over to the other bed and tossed back the covers, climbing into bed and reaching for the remote. He was pretty sure Sasha would be expecting him to cuddle with her, since most of them did, but Brian didn't do that anymore. Cuddling was what couples did after they had sex, and Brian wasn't about to get burned again. No more of that couple business.

Zacky walked downstairs and out of the hotel, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his pack of Marlboro's. He took one out and lit it up, taking a puff and sighing heavily. He felt like he could smoke about ten packs right now, and he would still probably be stressed after. Seriously, this had to be the worst tour that he'd ever been on, all because Jimmy had to drag Rosalie along. If he'd just left her bitch ass at home, everything would be perfectly fine. Sure, maybe what he said was really harsh, but she had started it by telling him he was basically a worthless piece of shit that she should have pushed off a balcony. Maybe he took that too seriously, but that didn't fucking matter. What mattered was that she told him everything he loved and worked hard for, was a waste of time. The band would be better off without him. He shook his head, rolling his eyes as he took another puff.

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Sasha watched him climb into the bed, slightly offended by how casual he was acting. But she didn't really expect anything less. She knew how he was, she knew he slept with a lot of girls. She stood up and grabbed her panties, pulling them on and then her skirt, and her top. She grabbed her bag off the floor, not saying a word as she left the room. She shut the door quietly and turned to make for the elevator since the crew was staying on a different floor, but bumped right into something tall and skinny. She looked up and saw Jimmy smirking down at her, and she blushed deeply, quickly slipping by him and speed walking to the elevator. She got in and quickly pressed the button, her heart pounding in her chest. That was embarrassing. Had he been there the whole time? She shook her head, breathing a small sigh of relief when the doors closed. She got off on her floor and went to the room she was sharing with Tom, walking in and shutting the door behind her. He was asleep, thank god, so she quickly changed her clothes and got in bed, falling asleep after a little while.

"I know you do, Rosie," Jimmy sighed. Rosalie expected Jimmy to say something else stupid about how he was going to change their minds, and when he didn't, she was a little suspicious. "I'm going to go get my stuff, but I'll see you back at the bus okay?" Jimmy gave her another quick hug before he darted off, not giving her a chance to say anything else.

"I know you're up to something!" Rosalie shouted after him. She rolled her eyes, huffing as she went over to toss the few things that she'd taken out back into her bag. She needed a cigarette and badly, but she couldn't have one while she was still in the hotel. Once she had everything packed, Rosalie slipped on her shoes and picked up her bag, heading for the door. As she passed by the bathroom she spotted something on the ground in the bathroom and when she went to investigate, she found Zacky's phone laying on the floor next to the toilet. "That dumb motherfucker," Rosalie mumbled, stuffing the device into her coat pocket. Even if she didn't want to be nice to him, she was going to give the phone back to Zacky, because she didn't want him blaming her for it being broken or damaged. Once she was outside, Rosalie lit up a cigarette, taking a drag every so often as she walked across the parking lot to the bus.

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Brian watched Sasha as she went around the room putting on her clothes. His little rouse of asking the girl to sleep in the other bed was usually enough to get his point across, and this time was no exception. He almost wanted to feel bad for her, seeing how upset she looked, but he couldn't let himself do that. He had to treat her like any other girl he slept with, because he could not get attached. He wasn't going through that heartbreak again. It wasn't worth it. Once Sasha was gone, Brian turned over on his side, falling asleep pretty quickly. He only woke up the next day when the phone on the nightstand started to ring, a wake up call from the front desk courtesy of Larry. He climbed out of bed and pulled on fresh clothes, grabbing his bag before heading out of the hotel. On his way through the lobby, Brian passed by Sasha, but he feigned interest in his phone to avoid any chance of having to interact with her.