We're Trouble Bound

December

Oliver wanted to have sex with Jaime. He wanted to have hot, steamy, ridiculously good sex with Jaime. And he wanted it to happen before their tour ended in two days because he didn’t know whether he’d see her much after that. He didn’t know whether she’d want to see him after that. Sure, they were best mates on tour but would it translate to real friends? He also didn’t know how he could want a girl so much and at the same time worry about their friendship. It didn’t make any sense.

Oliver got off the bus when they arrived at the venue. The sun exasperated his headache slightly. The previous night had been especially rough, even Jaime was probably feeling a little hungover. Over blinked his eyes and zipped up his sweatshirt. It was cold despite the bright sun.

“Hey man,” Troy greeted. Troy was sipping a coffee and he had on a pair of oversized sunglasses.

“O’reight?” Oliver said.

“I feel like shit.”

“Aye, me too… S’there a shop ‘round ‘ere?” He pointed to Troy’s coffee cup.

“Yeah, around the corner, that way… On the right side,” Troy directed.

“Jaime somewhere close?”

“She’s sleeping in the van,” Troy pointed down the street half a block to where their van was parked. “Should be unlocked if you want to wake her up… She’ll be less pissed if you do it anyway.”

There was some satisfaction, Oliver found, in that. Jaime would rather see him when she woke than someone else. “Fanks.” Liver nodded his head and set off for Jaime.

She was curled up against the window, wrapped in a fuzzy pink blanket. She looked very peaceful and he didn’t want to wake her. But he had an idea for her. He opened the door and crawled in beside the sleeping girl. He nudged her arm and whispered “Jaime…” She made a small moaning sound. “Jaime…” He tried to pull her blanket aside but she swatted his hand away.

“Leave me alone,” she groaned.

“Come on, love. Come sleep in my bunk. Yeh’ll be more comfortable…”

She opened one of her eyes. “Oliver?” She realized who was talking to her.

“’Lo.” He smiled at her. She turned over so that she was facing him instead of the window.

“I had to drive for five hours straight,” she frowned with her sleepy eyes blinking. Her head was rested on the back of the seat. Wrapped in her blanket, she looked very childlike. “I’m tired.”

“Why don’ yeh have a nap en my bed?” he offered.

“I don’t want to move.”

“But yeh can’t be comfortable ‘ere.”

“It isn’t bad… I’m a bit cold…” She tried to pull the blanket around her tighter.

“Move over ‘ere.” He held his arms open. “I’ll warm yeh up a bit.”

“I wish I was awake enough to make a sex joke about that comment.” She inched closer, allowing him to tuck one arm under her and drape the other around her.

“I’da been disappointed in yeh if yeh hadn’t at least tried.” He pulled her nearer to him and she slid her legs up onto his lap. She placed her head in the curve between his neck and shoulder, burying her face into his tattoos.

“You smell good,” she mumbled against his skin, the words warm. Her arms were around his middle, one of her hands gripping the edge of his zip-up.

“Fanks,” he chuckled. “I guess.”

This was strange to Oliver. Hadn’t he just been thinking about shagging her? That was the complete opposite kind of physical than they currently were. He was holding her; she was wrapped around him, close, tight. They were this unit, one thing combined. Oliver didn’t understand but he didn’t mind. He didn’t mind because holding her felt better than some of the sex he’d had.

--

“Oliver…” There was a whisper and a hand pressed against his cheek. “Oliver…” There were lips moving beside his ear and warmth pressed against all of him.

“Whadayehwant,” he mumbled.

“You have to go to soundcheck, babe,” Jaime said. “We’ve been sleeping.”

Oliver tightened his grip on Jaime’s body without opening his eyes. “Then le’s keep sleepin’.”

“No… we’ve got stuff to do.”

“ ‘S not important.” He nuzzled against her hand.

“Uh huh.” She tugged on a piece of his hand.

“Go back ta sleep, Jaime.”

“Lee has been calling your phone for like twenty minutes—“

Oliver finally opened his eyes. “Why didn’t I hear it?”

“Because I turned your phone on silent the first time he called.”

“My mobile was in my pocket…”

“I took it out.” She still had her hand on his cheek. They were cuddled close. An outsider could very well mistake this for something more than it was.

“Yeh always tryin’ ta get in my trousers, love,” Oliver snickered.

“Pfft… I can count on one finger the amount of times I’ve actively tried to get in your pants.” She rolled her eyes and pulled her hand away from his face.

“Tha’ time outside the bus?” Oliver’s bottom lip stuck out a bit. “Yeh wasn’ serious ‘bout tha’…”

“You sure about that?” Jaime began untangling herself from him.
“Where yeh goin’?” Oliver kept his arms around her, refusing to let her go.

“Getting you to sound check, babycakes.” She was trying to remove her blanket but was only getting caught in it more because Oliver’s arms were in the way. “Fuck, Oliver… loosen up.”

“Would yeh really have had a go wiff me tha’ night ef tha’ bird wasn’ there?” Oliver was genuinely curious.

Jaime had managed to detach herself from Oliver and the blanket. She searched for her shoes and without looking up, she said “You don’t think I would have?”

“Ef yeh wanted to sleep wiff me, yeh would ‘ave done it by now.”

She slipped her shoes on. “Would I have?” Her lips were pursed into a straight line. “Sometimes anticipation feels as good…”

“But there are other fings tha’ feel better,” he added causing Jaime to look up at him.

“I can’t tell if you actually want it or you’re playing the game…” Jaime’s eyes were perplexed, brows raised.

“Game?”

“That’s our thing, Oliver. We play games with other people… It just makes sense to play games with each other.”

This made sense to Oliver. “Why would this’un be a game? Yer fit as fuck, love… I wouldn’ joke about tha’.” Oliver was confused by this suddenly serious conversation.

Luckily, Jaime didn’t want it to turn out serious. “Fit as fuck? Is that so?”

“Aye.”

“Well, maybe,” Jaime slid one of her legs over Oliver’s lap, pulling herself so that she was sitting on top of him, face to face. “Maybe, it’s a bit of both… A little game and a little serious… That’s why…” She leaned down by his ear. “That’s why it’s so hot.” With this she pressed her hips firmly against his, earning a little grunt from him. “And just imagine all that pent up sexual tension being let out.” She placed a kiss behind his ear and then one on his jaw. Oliver was frozen in place. If it had been anyone else, he would have sprung into action. He hesitated a moment too long, Jaime had already slid off of him, opening the van door and climbing out.

--

The whole night, Oliver couldn’t stop staring at Jaime. She wasn’t acting any different than she normally did even though Oliver was acting like a moron. Every time she spoke to him, he would fumble his words, stuttering and stammering. When she waved at him from off stage during his set, he tripped over his microphone cord.

After the show, he decided that he would sneak onto the bus and hide in his bunk until Jaime was drunk and easier to talk to. It seemed that she had only come on to him when she was sober. Which, of course, was strange because generally the opposite was the case. Oliver couldn’t even wrap his head around the situation. Yes, the kiss a few weeks before had fucked with him but things had returned to normal so quickly, it was like it hadn’t happened at all. And now, with the near lap dance get got, he didn’t think he could ignore his urges anymore.

As he was covertly putting in the code to the bus door, Jaime yelled across the parking lot “Where the fuck are you going? I have drunk tickets for the bar next door!” Jaime had her hand on her hip and her hair was blowing all over the place. A hesitant jolt hit Oliver’s stomach. He couldn’t just say no to her.

“I need ta change my trousers,” he called back.

Jaime, who was getting closer, rolled her eyes. “Liar.”

“No, I—“

“You haven’t changed your trousers in two weeks. I doubt now is the time.”

“I jus’ gotta—“

“Do what you have to,” she said apathetically. “But I really don’t think anyone wants me to use all ten of these drink tickets by myself.” She waved the papers in her hand at him.

“I’ll jus’ be a minute.”

“Uh huh,” she smirked. She knew she’d hit some sort of nerve with Oliver and it didn’t even crack her surface. This drove him absolutely mad. He could be in jittery anxious pieces and she would be absolutely composed. That wasn’t fair.

“See yeh in a minute?” He opened the door.

“If you say so.” Jaime just shook her head and turned away, hips swaying as she walked. It was weird seeing her walk away; it almost hurt. Oliver wanted to know what it would feel like to see her leaving when the tour ended. He didn’t know if it would feel like this or if it would be a relief. Maybe if he wasn’t around her constantly, he wouldn’t think about her this way. Like she was all that mattered. This feeling was severely disturbing. He was Oli Sykes; he did not get this way over one bird. But the problem was that she wasn’t just one bird and around her he wasn’t Oli; he was Oliver. It was like he was different but still the same somehow. He didn’t have to change to be around her but was changed anyway.

Once on the bus, he changed his trousers, just for good measure. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. The way he saw it there were only two things he could do once he saw her. He could play it cool and ignore all the unlike-him feelings, act casual. Or he could do something he did well, he could take her to the bus and take off all her clothes. Then he could hope that having sex with her would get her out of his system.

He went to the bar, encountering a few fans on the way. This hung him up slightly but didn’t dissuade his determination to have sex with Jaime that evening. He had a goal and he was hell bent on following through. After speaking briefly with the two eager girls, he entered the bar. It was a dimly lit place with old rock posters on the walls. The music was decent, aggressive punk rock. He guessed this is what you got when you had a pub next to a rock club.

Jaime was at the bar with Matt Kean and Danny. They were loud, Matt and Danny were already piss drunk. Jaime was laughing at them, her smile wide and white. She was absolutely striking. Oliver had to remind himself that this was just a girl and he was going to have sex with her that night. He wasn’t taking her to meet his mum. He wasn’t putting a ring on her finger. He was getting into her knickers. That was all.

“Oliver, tell these fools that they definitely want to do tequila shots. They aren’t convinced,” Jaime said, grabbing Oliver’s arm and pulling him to the bar. She handed him a bottle. “Got you a beer.”

“Why wouldn’ yeh want to do shots? Yeh nancies or summat?” Oliver asked, taking the beer from Jaime.

Matt and Danny started bickering about this, not agreeing on whether they would drink more or not. Jaime was sipping a mixed drunk, slowly, looking at him over the cup with wide eyes. “You’re doing it again, Oliver,” she said. “Staring.”

“I wasn’t doing anyfin…”

“Mmhmm.” She then gulped her drink down, finishing it quickly. “So what are we up for tonight? Rum? Vodka?” She asked Oliver. They tried to switch up what they would do shots of on a nightly basis. They did this so frequently that Jaime didn’t even bother asking if he actually wanted to do the shots. It was just assumed. “Jager? Jim? Our good friend Jose?”

“Jack,” Oliver said confidently. “Two o’ ‘em.”

Jaime smirked and leaned towards the bar. The bartender was already nearby. Jaime waved her hand at him and slipped five drink tickets on the bar. “I need four shots of JD and another Captain and Coke.” The bartender immediately began producing her order. Jaime looked at Oliver and raised her eyebrows without saying anything. He kept his cool. It was the little looks like this one that she gave him that really got him going. She was so composed about everything all the time. It was unnerving.

Jaime handed him one of the shot glasses. “Is it your toast or mine? I forget…”

“Yours.”

“Well, you get one anyway, since we’re doing two,” she shrugged and scrunched up her nose in thought. “How about to awkward staring? You seem to be good at that lately.”

Oliver narrowed his eyes for a moment before shaking his head. “To awkward staring.” He clicked his glass to hers and they both downed them without hesitation.

She took away his empty shot glass and replaced it with the second full one. “Your turn.”

Oliver didn’t even have to think about it. He already knew what to throw back at her. “’Ere’s to teases.”

Jaime’s eyes widened and then she smiled even bigger than she already was. “To teases.”