On the edge, p.9
On The Edge, page 9
The clean parking garage underneath and the well-lit elevator are a big change from when we first got to New York. We decided to all live together when we moved to New York City simply because we were technically still in high school, absolutely no money, and we had left on a whim after I got us the bus tickets.
It was a long few days; getting to New York and trying to just survive, but we figured it out.
How we’ve grown. Cue the sarcasm. Now that we are financially able to live on our own, we decided to keep living together. We’re pretty much brothers, after all.
Our apartment is a fucking mansion; huge, floor to ceiling windows that show all of the city spectacularly, clean and spacious. It’s our safe space. The place we can be ourselves without putting on the masks we do for the outside world. And we work really fucking hard to keep it that way.
One of the first rules we made when we started living together was no bringing girls back to our place. We made that pact when we lived in that shitty shoebox we first rented, and we’ve kept it the whole time.
We don’t want any of the outside world to know where we are, except for the few necessary people that have to. So bringing Mel here… It’s a big deal.
I brought up the idea of the pact when Kai and Markus were trying to “acclimate to the city, and all its delights”, is how Markus phrased it. They were bringing home a girl every night and would fuck behind one of the sheets we used to determine “rooms” in the small-ass space. Adam and I were sick of being kicked out of our own apartment at all hours of the night. Kai and Markus didn’t see an issue.
We figured it out. Eventually.
I never let myself think that they were fucking around because they were trying to get over Melody.
“Home, finally,” Adam grunts, dropping his duffel bag by the front door and kicking off his shoes. “Give her to me,” he demands Kai, holding his arms out for the unconscious woman. Kai, in turn, ignores him and pushes through the foyer to the wide-open living room. “Asshole.”
“I heard that!” Kai throws over his shoulder before placing Melody on our wide, white couch so gently it pisses me off.
“I meant for you to!”
“Where is she going to stay?” Markus asks, coming up to stand next to me, watching the two others squabble over the girl in the middle.
“In the room by mine for now.” I’m too tired to have this discussion. I’m used to getting barely any sleep, but three hours the night before, plus a whole concert, plus all the drama with Melody, and a plane ride… It’s bordering on too much, for even me.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
Sighing deeply, I growl, “Yes, Markus. It’s fine. Plus it’s the only free room unless one of you idiots wants to share with her.” I immediately cringe because I know what they’re going to say.
Kai and Adam both raise their hands like they’re in school, and Markus just chuckles flirtatiously.
“Well if you’re taking volunteers…” he drawls, raising his eyebrows.
“I’m getting a fucking migraine,” I mutter. “No. You all will stay in your own rooms and Melody will stay in the room next to mine.”
“When did you become king?” Kai says with a pout, crossing his arms over his chest like a toddler. He must have finally uncuffed her because the metal is glinting in the low light as it hangs off his wrist.
Rolling my eyes, I stand my ground. “It makes sense, you assholes. She’ll need a space to stay, and I don’t want any of us getting distracted.”
Adam scoffs. “If you didn’t want any of us distracted, we shouldn’t have fucking kidnapped her.”
“Would you stop fucking saying that?” My fists clench at my sides. “Are you really telling me that you’re upset about it? Look what you have now; her, here. Just like you wanted. You’re just pissed off because I made a call you were too chicken-shit to make,” I sneer with an eye roll as if he hasn’t made his stance clear already. Whatever, I’m too tired for this. “Just take her into the spare room, leave her alone, and go get some rest. We have practice bright and early tomorrow.”
Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, I point a finger at them all as a collective groan sounds through the room.
“Dude, it’s 4:30 in the morning,” Kai groans, as Markus stands up from where he was crouched by Melody, dropping his head back in defeat.
“Yeah, and I expect everyone in the studio by eight.”
“You’re killing us,” Adam sighs. Turning to snap at him to not be a lazy fuck, I stop when I really, actually look at him. There are dark bags under his eyes, and an exhaustion etched into his face that I feel deep in my own bones. Kai crouches back down and brushes Melody’s hair back annoyingly, but looks back up at me with reserved agreement to my work schedule. There’s the same look of overwhelming tiredness in his eyes as well. Markus moves back against the wall, crossing his arms, but he won’t meet my eye. Upon closer look, his shoulders are tense and hunched like he’s carrying the weight of the world on them, and exhausted by it.
“We need a break. One day, Reis. One day,” Adam barters, but I shake my head.
“The morning. We can meet in the studio after lunch,” I relent, and Adam drops his head in frustration, but agrees.
I don’t like that they’re all looking at me with this reluctance. Like they’re all collectively done with me, with the band, with this. I don’t want that. All I’ve tried to do was protect them, and keep everyone happy. But it seems like I’m fucking that all up if they feel like this.
“It’s only because I want us to be the best. I don’t want us to lose what we have,” I say softly to the room.
“I know, man.” Adam nods, and pats me on my shoulder. “I know,” he says sincerely and sighs tiredly before making his way to the couch, and pulling an unconscious Melody into his arms.
“I’ll follow your directions tonight, Reis. But just know that when she comes to tomorrow, you’re in for it. And I’m not going to step in at all.” He cocks an eyebrow at me, and walks with her towards the spare room.
“Don’t I know it,” I mutter. Melody was a force to be reckoned with years ago, and if the brief encounter we’ve had is anything to go on, she hasn’t lost that spark.
It turns me on to be honest. Always has.
I like ‘em feisty.
Because once they submit, it’s so much sweeter.
I watch as Adam walks with her in his arms, her limp arms dangling over either side of him. Adam tries to keep her head from bobbing back painfully, but even I can see he’s one step away from her head falling and hurting her neck. Markus follows him quickly with a quiet, “See you tomorrow, man.”
“Then there were two,” Kai teases, pulling the handcuff from his wrist, and tossing it to the side.
“Fuck off, Kai.”
“I just want to know,” he says, coming to stand by the kitchen island where I’m still watching them walk away with Melody in their arms. I brace myself for the question he’s about to ask.
“Do you really hate her so much because of what we overheard that day? Or is it something more? Something that maybe has a bit more to do with you and your own…sharing issues.”
I turn to face him about to snap at him that I don’t have feelings for her, and I only feel this way because I’m trying to protect us, but Kai holds his hands up in surrender with an infuriating smirk on his stupid face.
“Just food for thought is all.” Kai walks backwards towards the bedroom areas, shrugging his shoulders. “Because if it’s really just about what we heard, I think we should maybe consider that those were words of a seventeen-year-old girl who was cornered…” He lets the words trail off like he’s some fucking psychology guru, and salutes me before turning his back on me.
My fingers crush the plastic bottle in my fist, and water sprays all over the marble floor.
Fuck him. He doesn’t know what I’m thinking. I’m too tired, too aggravated and on edge to deal with this right now.
Stalking towards my room, I do everything in my power to leave the door closed as I pass by. I keep my fists clenched tightly to make sure I don’t open the door, and make sure that she’s alone. I don’t… I don’t want anyone else to be in there with her right now. Not while we have so much bad blood between us. I force myself to walk past the door, and open my own a few feet down the hall. Taking a deep breath when I open the door, I feel my bones relax.
My room is my space. My space. The others don’t come in, and I don’t let anyone else in. It’s where I can be vulnerable, I can write, I can feel. It’s dark; navy walls with a string of built-in lights around the perimeter of the ceiling. I have a California King bed in the middle of the room in a grand medieval frame. It gives off real Count Dracula vibes, and I love it. My PC is in the corner, and decked out so I can game and mix my own music.
Even with all that, all my comforts, my eyes are drawn to the door in the middle of the wall, the one right next to my closet. The one that connects to a bathroom… that connects to the guest room Melody is sleeping in.
Did they close it when they laid her down? Did they lock it? Is the door still open, and she’s sleeping obliviously to the fact that I have access to her now?
I feel my cock harden at the thought of her laying there, asleep and vulnerable, unaware of me watching her.
Almost involuntarily, my hand goes to the door to turn it, only to hear Adam tell Markus to close the door. Fuck.
The bathroom door on her end closes, and I hold my breath until I hear the door lock.
Fuck, I need a shower.
Going through the motions, I step into the shower, and turn the water to scalding. I need to burn this day from my skin.
I can’t believe she’s here. I can’t believe she came to one of our shows. I can’t believe we’re in this situation.
Melody. Mel Sullivan. The girl that stole my heart from day one.
My mind wanders to seeing her in the front row, how she looked at me before she passed out. She’s looked at me like that before, like I was her savior. Her knight-in-shining-armor. I loved it, and I never thought I’d get to see it again. Never thought I’d want to see it again. But the moment her eyes met mine as she was being trampled, I swear, I stopped breathing.
The memory fills my mind of her. Her big brown doe eyes looking up at me, her pink, pouty lips whispering my name breathlessly. Her long black hair flowing over her shoulders. Her tits pushed up and bulging out of her little shirt. Her short skirt slipping higher.
A fantasy takes over the memory, and my hand finds my cock and I stroke it, picturing her on her knees on-stage. Melody, in her short little skirt and ripped fishnets, her tits bared to us as she gets down on her knees and takes my cock down her throat. Everyone would know she was mine and only mine then.
Groaning, my hand smacks the muggy tile as I stroke myself harder.
Melody in my mind opens her eyes, and her mascara runs down her face as she gags. The whole arena knows she’s mine. The guys are all standing behind me, each of them jerking off to the sight, but I try not to focus too much on that, just keep going. It feels so good. I cup my balls and squeeze softly like I think she would, and imagine deep throating her. Her throat would feel fucking divine around my cock, I know it would. She’d probably fight me on it, but then I’d make her swallow around my cock, and she’d love it.
Working myself faster, I twist at the tip and shudder as she gasps in my mind, and pulls back before sucking me down again.
“You can do it, baby,” I whisper hoarsely, fucking my fantasy-Mel’s throat as I feel my orgasm approaching quickly. Too quickly. “Take it. Take all of it.”
My eyes scrunch to keep myself in the fantasy to see her swallow my cum down in front of everyone. Claiming me right back.
My cum sprays the shower wall as I come so fucking hard I swear I see stars. The room is foggy, and the water runs cold, but I feel so much better. I can finish the shower with that post-nut relaxation, and get out feeling like a new person.
As I climb into bed, I vow to fix shit tomorrow because I can’t–we can’t–keep going on like this.
She needs to break. For good.
TEN
My eyes feel so heavy.
Scratch that–my entire body feels like there’s an elephant sitting on me. I can’t move, I can barely breathe.
What happened? Where am I?
I push through the cotton candy fog in my mind that’s obscuring my memories, but I can’t remember. The closer I get to the surface of my consciousness, the more I can feel sunlight on my skin and the softness of something under my body.
“Uggghhh,” I groan loudly, ripping my eyes open only to be assaulted by the sunlight shining directly through the windows.
My head is killing me. I can feel each beat of my heart against my skull. And my mouth, fuck me, my mouth is so dry. It’s like I licked a floorboard.
Pushing myself up slowly, I’m relieved to see I’m at least dressed. My tights are gone, but I can vaguely remember Adam ripping them off me at the club. Suddenly, I gasp.
Adam.
Markus.
Kai.
Reis.
They’re On The Edge. I saw their concert, and they invited me to a club after. Then…put me on a plane…
Where the fuck am I now?
The bed I’m on is sleek, lush, and so comfortable it’s like I’m sitting on a cloud. I do my best to try and look around, and the first thing which sticks out is that everything is monochromatic. I’m definitely in some kind of hotel or fancy-ass house.
Come on, Mel, think. What’s the last thing you remember? Putting my hand to my head, I try to sort through my sore mind.
Reis.
Reis was mad and said some shitty things. He decided that I was going to New York with them, and we got onto a plane. Reis said more shitty things and offered me a drink… my favorite drink? After that, everything is blank.
Fucking Reis.
He drugged me.
And he’s going to pay.
Throwing back the blanket, I rip the door open and scream.
“Reisyn Gregory Mathers!” The rage is clear in my voice. The pitch, as well as volume, could shatter glass. “Get your sorry fucking ass out here, right now, or I swear to Lucifer you’re going to be sorry!”
The hallway is wide and pale; white marble floors, and white walls with white trim and high ceilings. Definitely giving off an opulent feel. I immediately want to paint all over. There’s no expression, no life. But I guess I haven’t seen the rest of the place. Wherever I am.
“It’s too early for this,” Kai groans in that deep voice of his. It’s even deeper with sleep. He peeks his head out of the door opposite me, his light hair sticking up all over and his eyes heavy with sleep. He’s shirtless and… well, my mind goes blank.
Damnit, are they all ripped now? How? When do they have the time to be so fucking muscular?
Kai has tattoos here and there; a huge pirate ship on his ribcage, some script on his chest right over his heart. It’s too small for me to see from here, but I want to go closer to read it. What words were so important that he got permanently inked into his skin?
Later. That’s a question for later.
“Where is he?” I sneer, my anger cutting through my attraction.
“Melody, baby girl, it’s only eight in the morning. Our fearless leader finally gave us the morning off, so we’re all trying to take advantage and sleep. It’s really hard to do with you screaming the house down. And not even for a fun reason.” He pouts, resting his head on the doorframe.
I storm closer to him. “Shut it, Kai. You know what he did, so where. Is. He?” I poke him with each word and he looks dramatically hurt.
“Physical violence is not necessary, but always welcome with me, Sync.” He smiles predatorily, but points to the door next to mine.
Adam steps out of the room further down the hall in navy pajama bottoms and a bare chest. “Melody, let him be. He’s an asshole in the morning. More than he usually is, if you can believe it,” he grumbles.
“Do you all sleep half-naked?” I mutter, but feel my cheeks redden with my arousal. Fuck, Adam grew up so nicely. He’s always been hot, but he went from “I’ll have her home by nine, sir,” to “she calls me daddy, too” kind of hotness.
Adam smirks and tips his chin to Kai like they’re laughing about something. Adam puts his hands in his pockets and winks at me. “Do you like what you see?”
I swallow the lump in my throat because I need to find Reis to give him an ass-whopping, but fuck, both Kai and Adam are looking at me like I’m breakfast. Shaking my head to try to clear some of the growing lust clouding my judgement, I clear my throat.
“I think you’ve both grown a lot since high school,” I blurt out stupidly. The words leave my mouth and I immediately, immediately, want to take them back.
“Oh, I have.” He winks again and stalks towards me, grabbing my hips possessively in his big hands. “But you knew that already.”
“What?” Kai snaps, the teasing mood broken as he looks at Adam with disbelief. “What does that mean?”
“Yeah, Melody, what does that mean?” Adam tilts his head, daring me to deny what happened. My eyes narrow. The cockiness on his face makes my anger flare again, blasting through the lusty-haze. Pushing against his chest with both of my hands, I break out of his hold, and clench my teeth.
“Don’t be a dick,” I snap at Adam, intent on turning towards Reis’ door to punch him while he’s sleeping.
Kai grabs my arm and spins me toward him. “What does he mean, baby girl?”
I didn’t want everyone–and by everyone, I mean Reis and Kai–to find out that Markus and Adam had gotten me off at the bar. While those two seemed cool with sharing and… partaking in that experience with me, Reis and Kai… I don’t know where they stand.
I don’t think that I could survive being told by the objects of my high school fantasies that I was disgusting.
I’ve lived through being told that enough for one lifetime.
