Into the Reverb

Chapter Thirty Three

Kylo moans, biting his bottom lip as his hands grip your supple thighs that are wrapped around him. You feel so perfect around him as he thrusts up, causing you to gasp. "Fuck baby..." he moans, loving the echo your sounds make in the shower. Grabbing your face, he kisses you fiercely. "I missed you..." he whispers as his lips trace your jaw. "I missed you to Ky" your beautiful voice moans back. Your short fingernails dig into his shoulders.

You yell out his name as he changes his pace, his hips slamming up into yours. He can feel your pussy clinching and fluttering around him. "Fuck yes baby, Y/N, you feel so good..." he says, burying his face in your shoulder. "Kylo!" you yell as his teeth sink into your shoulder. He shuts his eyes, enjoying the feeling of you writhing around him. "Kylo, Kylo..."

"Kylo!" a voice yells, making him jump. He opens his eyes, his vision blurry as his dream of pleasure slowly fades away. He looks around confused. His cock twitches painfully. "Kylo! C'mon man" the voice says again. He finally looks up to see Ushar standing over him, scowling. Fuck, he groans, putting an arm over his eyes.

"Ky, c'mon wake up. We are going to get breakfast. You coming or do you want me to grab you something?" Ushar said, annoyed. "Just get me whatever" Kylo grumbled. "Fine" he hears Usher say as he walks away.

Hearing the door close, his grabs his aching cock, hissing on contact. His dream felt so real. He swore he could feel you, smell you. He groans as his hand moves faster along his length. He was plenty lubed from his dream, but it still didn’t feel right.

It needs to be your hand, your mouth, your pussy... He growls out your name as a bolt of pleasure rips down his spine as he cums all over his hand and abdomen. He breathes raggedly, twitching randomly as he runs his hand over his new nipple piercings. He didn’t realize how much he would like the extra stimulation until now.

Shutting his eyes, he tries to replay last night. Right, yesterday was a recovery and travel day. He had laid low for most of the day, playing around on his guitar, texting you, and razzing Vic with the rest of the guys. He smirks at the memory of Vic bitching as they dragged him along when they went out after the show in Toronto. Vic ended up getting a tattoo on the back of his neck while he and a couple others got piercings.

He stretches, his back popping in multiple spots. Wiping off his hand and groin off with his discarded boxers, he grabs his phone off the charger. There are multiple texts awaiting him. Jesus fuck Kylo are you still asleep!? If you are not up by the time we are back I’m jumping on you! said the most recent one from Poe.

He shook his head, moving on to the next text. He smiles when he sees it’s you. Good morning handsome. Good luck tonight <3 text me when you can. His heart swells at the thought of his sweet girl checking in.

He knows the separation has been hard on you. You had broken down one night, crying about how you couldn’t sleep without him next to you and how you felt so alone. It broke his heart. He stayed on the phone with you until you fell asleep that night. It’s happened a couple times since then too, both souls sated by simply hearing the other’s soft breaths.

His phone pings with a reminder for tonight’s show. They had arrived in Rochester sometime during the night. He stretches again, knowing he won’t be alone for much longer. He sends you a quick good morning text before getting up and heading to the shower.

He hears the guys tumble into the bus as he exits. Pulling on some gym clothes, he enters the lounge and turns on the Keurig. “Morning sleepyhead, you ready for today?” Trudgen says, slapping his shoulder. “Born ready” he responds smiling. “Good, I can’t wait to show ya’ll my hometown and then melt some faces!” Trudgen yells, pumping his fists in the air.

Kylo smiles into his espresso, happy for his bandmate. Trudgen said earlier he had not been back in five years and was looking forward to meeting up with loved ones after the show. Must be nice, he thinks. Besides you, the band and a couple of friends, he wouldn’t really have anybody. He severed those toxic ties long ago. He sighed and shook his head, willing those thoughts away. He sits down next to Poe on the bench, grabbing a couple grapes from the bowl. “So, what’s the plan?” he asks.

“Well whenever everyone is ready” Poe says side-eying him “sound check, then lunch and down time until 7pm when you all need to check in.” He nods, swigging the rest of his espresso down. Sounds standard for show night.

“Sykes and a couple guys from KYBER and Ashes said they are up to chill as well” Vic says, his fingers flying across his tablet. “Sweet, let them know I’m heading the lunch party” Trudgen says, cracking open a RedBull. “Sounds good” Kylo says, standing up “give me a couple minutes and we can leave.”

Sound check went smoothly as normal, except for Cardo’s annoying ass recording him play. Apparently for a specific TikTok thing. He had just rolled his eyes and continued playing. After everyone was happy with how they sounded, they took pictures and signed some autographs for the stagehands and techs. They were the true magicians of events like this. As Kylo waited for the others, he watched them walk the cat walks overhead.

Trudgen brought them to a local barbeque place, and true to his word, the brisket and smoked wings were the shit. Coming back with a second portion, he smirked seeing Vic looking longingly down the table. He had seen Vic eye the new Ashes of Jedha drummer before. He is young, maybe only in his early twenties but full of grit and passion for music. He impressed everyone during one of their first sound checks, performing a blistering rendition of Tommy Lee’s Kick Start My Heart.

Maybe something good will come of this, Kylo thinks digging into his apple crisp. He had decided long ago not to get involved with his bandmates’ relationships. If he is asked for his opinion, he will give it but he doesn’t want to interfere. He just hopes whatever is happening between Vic and this guy turns out well for him.

After lunch, they load back into the SUV and head back to the concert venue. This is when most days the team splits ways. For some, pre-show down time is getting high and taking a nap or whatever. To others like Kylo, it’s finding something active to do. Some concert venues had gyms set up in them or had an athletic facility nearby. Hux had secured facilities for them in cities that didn’t have gyms included in the building, citing security concerns.

Grabbing his ear buds, he looked around the gym space. Perfect. He looked at Ushar and Trudgen, nodding his head towards the treadmills. They had a routine and today was Friday, so Lower Body/HIIT Cardio. Getting on the treadmill, he hits play. The pounding drumbeat hits his ears as he begins to run, only focusing on the beat and his breathing.

Halfway through his set of leg presses, his phone starts ringing. Stilling for a second, he answers. “What?” he grunts out, starting again. “On my way, no one else wanted to fucking answer” he hears Baze grumble. Kylo laughs at his surliness.

“Okay, I’ll tell them” he says, finishing his last rep. “Thanks brother” Baze says, hanging up. Kylo sits up, wiping his face with his t-shirt. His leg muscles quiver from the exertion. Standing up slowly, he stretches them out on his way to collect his mates before Baze gets there.

Entering the venue though the back entrance, everything was set up for them as always. Showering again, he joins the others in the dressing room as KYBER were finishing their set. It always pumped Kylo up to be able to hear the crowd and the other bands’ play while they got ready. He loved the feel of the energy as the show went on, getting higher and higher as it got closer to their set.

Brushing his drying hair from his face, he sits down on the wrap around couch, rubbing his hands on his black jeans. He is still thankful for the simple stage outfits they had decided on. He legit feels bad for the Ashes of Jehda guys who were playing in suits. It looks cool but would be too damn hot. He grabs water off the table and chugs it. He has a little over an hour before he faces Rochester.

His phone buzzes in his pocket. Grabbing it, his heart leaps at an incoming FaceTime from you. Accepting the call, he smiles broadly at the sight of your beautiful face. You look perturbed, eyebrows furrowed. “Ky? Kylo you there?” you say, anxiety clear in your voice. “I’m here baby, can you hear me?” he says, unsure about what is happening. “Oh, ok good, sorry my phone did an update and is being weird” you say, blowing out a breath. He smiles fondly at you.

“No need to apologize baby girl” he says, holding his phone at a better angle. “I’m not interrupting, am I?” you say, now looking around. He’s not sure what you are doing but it’s adorable. “No, you’re fine. Just backstage waiting.” “Y/N!” Vic yells, hopping over the couch, landing next to him. “Hey Vic!” you say, your beautiful smile back on your face. “How are you? Did you get my message?” Vic says, fixing his shirt.

As Vic and you chat, his heart warms at the thought of you forging your own friendships with his bandmates. He looks around, watching the controlled chaos around him. Baze and Hux are bickering as always. Kurak and Cardo are laughing like fools about something. The show photographer taking pre-show pictures of Ushar preparing. This is what he was put on this earth to do, and he feels blessed he found people in this world to do it with.

“Kylo? I’m gonna let you both go. Good luck but I know you will do great as always” you say, your eyes smiling at him. “Thanks baby girl, I will rock it out just for you” he says, loving the way your cheeks warm. “Call me after when you can Ky, I have something for you” you say.
Oh? His eyebrows raise in interest. He feels Vic elbow him in his side. “Will do baby girl, I love you” he says, side-eying Vic as he wiggles his eyebrows. “Love you too” you say sweetly, ending the call.

“Can you stop” Kylo says, as Vic makes obnoxious kissy noises. “What? You two are cavity inducing” he replies as Baze walks up to the couch, signaling them to follow. It’s show time. They are led out of the dressing room, down the corridor.

He can hear Sykes let out a fry scream as the crowd reacts. The stagehands and techs swarm them, placing sound packs and instruments.  Kylo puts in a headphone, checking for interference as he plays a few chords. It’s perfect.

The crowd is jacked, singing along with Sykes to every song. “Thank you all so much” he says, “whose ready for the Knights of Ren?!” The crowd screams in unison. “Fuck yeah!” Sykes yells, transitioning into their final song. Backstage, Kylo shuts his eyes, taking in a deep breath before Horizons joins them backstage. He focuses on the sounds around him. People running back and forth, the electronic drone from the machines around them. It’s centering.

As the guys from Horizons come backstage, they exchange pleasantries. Sykes, shirtless and sweaty, slaps both Kylo and Vic on the back as he hops around. He smirks at his friend, congratulating him on a kick ass show. He's pulled into a couple photos for both band’s social media. Then he hears in my headphones the words he has been waiting for all fucking day. It’s time.