This is going to be a full on rockstar story. Lots of smut, lots of drugs, and lots of music. 🖤
Corroded Coffin is getting ready to go on their second tour. The band is thriving and the boys can't wait to get on the road again. Their manager tells...
After your introductions to The Pixies, you and the boys headed back to the van. Your bus wouldn't be ready until tomorrow so you opted for a motel across the street from the bar. It was a dingy little place but it made you feel at home. Having money these days was weird. You missed your old life sometimes. You craved the simplicity of it.
You stood outside the motel door and lit a cigarette as you spoke to Ted. "Let the girls know we got them a room, yeah?" you said to him. You figured since you'd all be staying on the buses the next few months, they might like a real bed for tonight too. Ted nodded and stepped closer to you. He was studying your face.
"Just spit it out, Ted." you said, flicking the ash off of your cigarette. "The girl. Layla." Ted started. "What about her?" you said, trying to sound nonchalant. "You can't.. we need to keep things separate. That could get messy. This tour is a big deal for you and for them." Ted said, pulling out a cigar.
"Why does everyone keep saying that to me? I'm a big boy. I can keep it in my pants, okay?" you mumbled. Layla.. fucking Layla. "Okay, alright. I just wanted to make sure we had this talk." Ted tossed his hands up. "Good talk. Did you rent the space for us to rehearse?" you asked him as you stomped out your cig.
"Yep.. the bar is all yours." Ted said before patting you on the back and disappearing. You poked your head into the room to see Gareth already passed out in one of the beds. Jeff was kicked back watching tv. "Hey man, I'll be back soon." you whispered to him, trying not to wake Gareth. Jeff gave you a nod and you quietly closed the door.
You jogged across the street and opened the door to the bar. The sound of a voice singing acapella caught you off guard. The room was dimly lit, only a small light over the stage.
"You make me wanna die I'll never be good enough You make me wanna die And everything you love will burn up in the light And everytime I look inside your eyes You make me wanna die
Taste me, drink my soul Show me all the things I shouldn't know When there's a blue moon on the rise."
You quietly let the door shut behind you. Her voice is incredible. A low tone, the perfect amount of rasp. You stood against the wall as she sang her heart out. There was no one else here, only the two of you.
"Your eyes Your eyes I can see in your eyes Your eyes Everything in your eyes Your eyes"
She stopped and knelt down grabbing a notebook on the stage. You watched as she scribbled something down. Maybe I should leave? You turned to head back to the door. "Don't wanna watch the rest of the show?" you heard her voice. You smiled and spun around. "I've been caught." you said, chuckling.
"What did you think?" she asked, stepping down from the stage. "You sounded incredible." you said honestly. You saw a smile spread across her pretty lips. "It's a new song. I don't know how I feel about it yet.. it's not finished." she said, finally reaching you. "Well, it's really fucking good." you told her.
"Big compliment coming from a rockstar like yourself." she said reaching into your shirt pocket and snatching your cigarettes. "You mind?" she asked, taking one and placing it between her lips before placing the pack back in your pocket. She gave your chest a little pat as she did so.
You smirked at her. "Would it matter if I did?" you joked. "No." she laughed and you flicked your lighter as she leaned in so you could light it for her. Layla walked over grabbing a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. "I'm assuming you got the same speech as me." Layla said, sitting at one of the tables. She poured you a glass and slid it your way.
You followed her and sat down across from her, lighting your own cigarette. "What speech is that?" you asked, looking into her pretty blue eyes. They were heavily lined with black eyeliner. You took a sip of your drink, the strong taste of the alcohol hitting your tongue was heavenly. "The one where we can't fuck." she said bluntly.
You choked on your drink, causing some to spill down your chin. This girl has balls. She laughed and you quickly wiped away the excess alcohol. Once you regained your composure you looked back up at her. "I did indeed receive this speech." you said as her eyes burned into yours. Dirty thoughts clouded your brain as you looked at her.
"Hmm.. it's a shame, no?" she said, her voice dripping honey. Fuck, she's forward. And fuck, I'm turned on. "Mmm.. a shame it is." you said in a deep tone, leaning closer across the table. "Hello sugar!" Zuri's voice exploded into the room. "Hi beautiful." Layla said, standing up to greet her friend. You readjusted yourself in your jeans and cleared your throat.
"I should get going. I hope you guys enjoy your night." you said quickly. "Too cool to party with us, hotshot?" Layla teased. A smirk spread across your lips. "Let's see what you got." you said, downing the rest of the whiskey in your glass. "You have competition, Layla bug. He downed that like it was water." Zuri said, impressed. "Mhmm... I see." Layla said, eyeing you.
She looked like she wanted to devour you, and you wanted more than anything to let it happen. Salem arrived next and you followed the girls down the street to a bar that was still open. Maybe I should have brought the boys. I'm outnumbered. However, being outnumbered by women as beautiful as these three wasn't the worst thing in the world.
Layla hooked her arm through Zuri's and Zuri hooked hers through Salem's as they made their way down the street. You trailed behind slightly trying to keep up. Layla looked at you over her shoulder giving you a wink. You couldn't help but smile back at her. You had been with a lot of girls. You had never met one quite like her.
You entered the bar to see a giant crowd of people dancing. The lights were low, the music was loud. Smoke filled the room. Not too shabby. You felt a delicate hand in yours. "Follow me." Layla whispered in your ear. The sensation sent tingles down your spine. Ah, shit. You let her pull you into a room in the back. "Layla.. we're not supposed to..." you started but she cut you off with a laugh.
"I'm not here to corrupt you, Eddie. Well, not in that way." she grinned, pulling out a small baggie with white powder. You raised your eyebrows as she bit her lip lightly. "What do you say pretty boy?" she said as she quickly made two lines on the table. This girl is trouble. But I have always gotten myself into trouble... why stop now?
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