Die In California

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Rook's POV:

"Fuck, JP. 'M close." Devyn whimpered from in front of me, her hand reaching round to cup the back of my head and lightly run her new acrylic nails over the back of my neck. I had one hand securely on her hip, keeping her body steady as I relentlessly pounded into her from behind, my other hand under her head to reach round and grab at her chest. "Me too." My breath skimmed her ear as I lightly nibbled at her lobe to send her crazy. "Cum for me, babe."

And with that, I felt Devyn begin to shudder, her walls gripping me tight as a vice, as I held her impossibly close. I'd never get tired of making her cum. "'M so glad to be home." I panted against her back.

My forehead dropped to her shoulder whilst her body heaved against mine, slowly beginning to flop onto her front. "Me too. Don't get me wrong, I love seein' you on stage an' all, but I love having my JP back home." She quietly spoke, her cheek squished against her pillow and muffling her speech.

We laid in bed for a little while longer, my fingertips tracing patterns on the heated skin of her back - she would try to guess what I was drawing. We were in complete bliss. But, as expected in this household, it was soon interrupted.

Kells was yelling from downstairs, trying to ask Nathan (who was upstairs in the guest bedroom) if he wanted whatever breakfast Baze was cooking up. It seemed that no one could wait to talk to each other when in the same room. Sighing, I reluctantly climbed out of bed and headed to the shower, changing before gently tugging on Devyn's deadweight arm. "C'mon, up you get. Pops'll be here soon."

Once showered and dressed, Dev and I headed downstairs for breakfast. We sat around the kitchen island with the others, Nathan sitting beside me, as we all devoured Baze's cooking. I glanced across to Devyn's long lost cousin, debating whether or not to say what was on my mind, before deciding to fuck it.

"Yo, 'm sorry 'bout yesterday. I know it's no excuse an' shit, but I'd jus' gotten home an', well, y'know how it looked. But 'm sorry, man. No hard feelin's." I quietly apologised to Nathan for my behaviour the night before, making the most of the others being too engrossed in their own conversations to notice us. I just knew I'd get teased if they heard. Nathan looked up at me in surprise, and lightly smiled as a thanks. "It's water under the bridge."

Nathan left shortly after, him and Devyn exchanging phone numbers before she waved him off, while the rest of us repacked our suitcases and got ready to leave. We were all going home for a few days over Christmas, then going to reconvene around Boxing Day for the show in Cleveland. 

Pops came to pick us up, greeting me and Devyn with hugs, before catching up with the rest of the band. We all then bid our goodbyes, and Pops began to drive Devyn and I back to Toledo. My mom and Chapo were ready and waiting for us in the living room window, waving to us from inside. 

As soon as the front door opened, Chapo came running out to us, a huge smile on his face and his tail wagging like crazy as he jumped at us. I dropped to my knees and fussed the shit out of him, having missed him so much whilst on tour. Probably more than the rest of my family. Devyn seemed to feel the same; she peppered his face in kisses once I was done, cooing away to him with a fond smile. He was loving the attention.

We got settled back in at home, Devyn and I dropping our things in my old childhood room. Not much had changed since the last time I'd been round (maybe it was a little cleaner and tidier). If anything, Devyn had probably been more recently than I had. But I was incredibly glad to be home.

Once we'd settled in and had some dinner, Devyn and I decided to decorate gingerbread houses. Well, decorating them was one thing, but actually constructing them... it was practically impossible! More than a few times, I found myself shouting or cursing in frustration as my house fell down yet again.