Twisted - Tangled Limbs Sequel (Shannon Leto Fanfiction)

Chapter 37

(Trigger Warnings:  Language and Sexual Content.)

(Shannon's POV)

'I'm going to listen to some music and zone out.' Brittany said disgustedly and shut her bunk door.

'This could get ugly. When will we be stopping again?' Missi asked as we walked away.

'Hopefully soon.' I replied.

I followed Missi and Brittany into a restaurant where we'd stopped for a break. After a quick pit stop I grabbed a cup of coffee and went back outside to approach Jared.

'What's up?' He asked.

'Do you remember telling me a while back if I tried ruling Missi that I'd smother her, and she might lose her identity?' I asked.

'What's going on with you two now?'

'It's not us Jay. I'm talking about how your need to dominate may be having an adverse effect on your relationship with Brittany. If that's the case, maybe you don't realize you're not gaining control—you're pushing her away. Is risking losing her really what you want? You also told me if I tried fitting Missi into a mold or changing her that I didn't really love her.' I said, and he glared at me.

'You also advised me to let down my walls or I wouldn't be able to see the light of day.' I added.

'What makes you think I need your advice or have time to deal with this right now? We're on tour and that's the priority. What prompted this anyway? Did she say something?'

'She didn't have to Jay, it's pretty obvious she's not happy.'

'The living situation right now doesn't make anyone very happy. She needs to adapt.'

'I was just trying to be helpful bro. Forget it.' I said and walked away.

I had the feeling he was referring to more than adapting to life on the road, but obviously he didn't want to divulge anything. I'd obviously hit a nerve though or his reaction wouldn't have been so cold.

'How did it go?' Missi asked as she pulled me off to the side.

'Not very well.' I replied.

'Oh great. Let's just keep them on opposite ends of the bus until we get to the arena.'

We didn't have to carry through on that. Jared switched buses, claiming the need to go over some details with the tour manager. Brittany seemed happier without his presence, and I had to admit there was less tension all around.

We stopped in a little town when the drivers needed their mandatory sleep break. Brittany, Missi and I found a restaurant and we hung out with some of the crew for quite a while. Jared was nowhere in sight. We also browsed through a few stores to kill time. It was late when we got rolling again. Jared had returned to our bus and his brief interaction with Brittany was awkward. He retired to his bunk afterward, nixing my plan of getting Missi frisky enough to break the no-sex rule. Nonetheless I planned on getting her in my bunk, so at least we could snuggle while we slept.

I was spooned against Missi when I awoke very early the next morning. Morning stiffness wasn't my only issue. My mind was telling me no, but my co-pilot wasn't listening. My arm was already draped over her, so I caressed her breasts. She pressed her ass against me briefly, a common response to my touch that made me grin. I gently slid my hand between her legs and applied a little pressure. It wasn't long before she started moving against my hand slightly, but then she exhaled heavily before she drifted off. The only complication with proceeding was keeping her quiet so we didn't wake anyone, especially Jared. I was willing to take the risk. I knew if I got her part way there it wouldn't take much persuasion. I rubbed my hand gently against her slit and she started responding with tiny arches and an increase in breathing.