Hesitate

“Spit. It. Out. All you wanna do is drag me down; all I wanna do is stamp you out.”

Corey’s gruff voice and the loud music floated back to Shay’s ears where she was sitting backstage and she couldn’t help but smile to herself. She loved watching/hearing Corey perform. The happiness that it brought him just radiated off of him and onto everyone else around him, and that, she thought, was one of the big reasons that people loved seeing Slipknot live so much.

Thirty minutes later when the show was over and the band members were making their way backstage, they all stopped to greet Shay and give her a hug. When the others were gone and it was just her and Corey, he pulled off his mask and pulled her into a tight embrace.

“Great show, hot stuff,” Shay whispered in his ear and he let out a throaty laugh.

“Didya like it?” he asked, putting his lips to her neck and sucking lightly.

“Mmhmm,” she mumbled, turning her head to the side, causing him to suck a little harder.

“You’re fucking hot,” he breathed into her ear, and she smiled widely.

“If I’d known that performing got you this hot, I would’ve started touring with you years ago, Taylor,” she laughed, and he pulled her even closer to him.

“It doesn’t every time. Just when I know you’re sitting back here waiting for me,” he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I want you,” she whispered, giving his neck a not-so-gentle nibble.

“Fuck yeah,” he said, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder.

He carried her down a long hallway until he found an empty dressing room. Once they were inside, he locked the door behind them and threw her down onto the dark green couch. He began stripping her down, not pausing to unbutton her shirt and just ripping the buttons clear off instead. Once he had her naked, he hurriedly took off his own clothes and without any sort of hesitation, he was inside her.

When they were both finished, sweaty, and completely out of breath, Corey collapsed onto the couch and pulled her into his arms. “I love you, you know that? I love you so fucking much,” he whispered, smoothing her hair down and kissing her temple.

“I love you too, Cor. I love you now and I will until the day I die,” she replied, twisting her head so that she could plant a firm kiss on his lips.

“Corey! Shay! Where the fuck are you?” Corey’s bandmate, Joey’s voice called from the hallway.

“Shit. We were supposed to all go out to dinner, weren’t we?” Corey asked, and Shay nodded.

“Yeah, we were,” she said with a giggle. With one more kiss to her lips, Corey stood up and began putting his clothes back on, and Shay did the same. When she got to her now ripped shirt, she held it up to Corey and cleared her throat.

“Oh shit, sorry,” he said, laughing and pulling his own shirt back over his head and placing it on her.

“You realize that everyone is going to know what we were doing, right?” she asked, and he laughed loudly.

“We’re married, Shay. If we wanna find an abandoned dressing room and fuck like animals, god damn it, we can!” he said, laughing again.

“True. Very true,” Shay said, reaching down and groping him roughly, causing him to break out in another fit of laughter.

“Now that’s just mean,” he said, and she laughed with him.

“I know,” she said, winking and turning toward the door. She swung it open before he could respond, and she almost ran right into Joey.

“You guys are gross,” he said jokingly, taking in their appearances.

“We weren’t doing anything,” Shay said, trying as hard as she could to keep a straight face.

“You’re wearing a different shirt, and he’s shirtless, so I’m going to go ahead and assume that he ripped yours -again-, and your hair is completely fucked up and your makeup is all about two inches lower than it was the last time I saw you, but you weren’t doing anything?” Joey said, smirking.

“You know what? Shut up,” Shay said, and all three of them started laughing again.

“Yeah, Jordison, shut up, and let’s go to dinner. I’m starving,” Corey said, turning and walking down the hallway and shoving open the door at the end of it.