Made for each other

Chapter 5: Seven, Eight, Nine tour

Y/n: To say our first tour was a mess would be a very accurate statement.

Warren: Everyone was high, drunk and partying. Billy was the worst, though. I don't even know what he was on but, sometimes he'd not be able to play.

Billy: I'm not proud of what I did. To Camilla, to the band, I just [sigh] was too caught up in the moment I guess.

Y/n: I don't fully blame Billy for his drug addiction. It's hard and especially harder when you're a rockstar. I mean one of the parties we went to had a waitress carrying a tray of coke lines.

Eddie: I didn't engage in that many drugs. I was trying to be the level headed sober one. Especially because Billy wasn't playing that role.

Graham: We all did drugs. No matter how many of the others deny it, we all did. Everyone had powder up their nose or a pill down their throat.

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You and the rest of the band had the time of your lives partying on the bus after every show. You and Warren having a very active sex life. All the while being high as fuck. It was euphoric.

One night, you found yourself being pushed up against the motel room door, your lips interlocked as you worked to undo his belt while his hands went under your shirt.

Of course, it being the seventies, you weren't wearing a bra. Warren loved that. Actually, all the guys loved that.

He threw you onto the bed and climbed on top of you, kissing you again before undoing your jean shorts. Warren kissed his way down your body, and finally went to where you needed him most.

You gripped into his hair as his tongue swirled around your center, his mustache ticking you a bit.

The drummer gripped both your thighs tightly as they shook when you got to your finish, riding out your high.

He grabbed a condom and slid it on, before pushing into you. You both moaned and kissed anywhere you could reach on each other.

Warren quickened his pace, desperately trying to get you to cum again. Your nails dug into his naked back as you clenched around him. He finished not too long after you.

He flopped down next to you and discarded the condom on the nightstand. You watched his action and cringed, "Um, ew. Put it in the trash Rojas."

He laughed before getting up and putting in the trash where it belonged. You then rested your head on his chest as he cuddled you close. The room much warmer now than it was before despite the strong AC.

"I'm worried about Billy." You spoke up randomly.

Your boyfriend sighed, "Yeah, me too. Dude's actually fucked up. Everyone else is high but he's fucked up. Can't imagine what Camila's going through right now."

"She's pregnant. That stress of what Billy is doing on tour is no good for the baby." You agreed. You cared so deeply for your band mates. They were your family after all.

Warren gave you kiss on the head and said, "Do you see us like that someday?"

"Like what? You getting high off your mind while I'm stuck at home pregnant and stressing?"

"No," he shook his head, "Us. Having kids."

"Oh." You replied, "Yeah, I see that happening. Well into the future though. I want to be in the band. I want that to be my main priority. Besides you of course."

He chuckled at that, "Yeah. Maybe in 20 something years?"

"Sounds good."

"I'm holding you to that, babe."

"You don't have to hold me to it. I want it."

A/n: Those who've read Malibu Rising might have caught a similar description of the party Y/n was describing in the interview part.