Band One-Shots (Open!)

Home (Ricky 'Horror' Olson)

I clicked out of Skype, sighing as I fought back tears. My boyfriend wouldn't be home for another week, and he's been gone almost four months.

My boyfriend is Ricky Olson, a guitarist for Motionless In White. He's been touring constantly this year; I've seen him maybe a month altogether.

I understand that it's his job and all, it just sucks when you can't spend time with the person you love.

Still, Skype is better than nothing at all.

I walked upstairs into my bedroom, which I shared with Ricky when he was home. I laid on my bed, fiddling with my long black hair.

I was almost asleep, thinking of Ricky, when I heard movement downstairs. I jumped up quickly, retrieving my baseball bat I kept by the bed.

Can't be too careful.

Bat raised high, I silently crept downstairs, seeking out the intruder. The lights were all off, and I could hear shuffling in the living room.

Keeping the bat held up with one hand, I reached over to the wall and flicked on the light.

The figure dressed in all black spun around to face me, and I screamed when I saw his face.

"OH MY GOD, RICKY!!!" I exclaimed, dropping the bat and running to him. "Brittany, you ruined the surprise!" he laughed, hugging me tightly to his skinny body.

"I thought you wouldn't be home for another week!" I squealed, clinging to him for dear life.

He kissed the top of my head as I rested it on his shoulder, then said, "I wanted to SURPRISE you, but apparently that didn't work out!"

I couldn't help but giggle at him. He sounded so pouty. "I'm sorry, I just heard someone and got scared."

"I could tell." he laughed, letting go of me with one arm to motion to the bat, which was now on the floor.

I cringed at it, then shrugged. "Don't exactly want to give a rapist the upper hand." I chuckled, and he nodded.

"True true, I'm the only one who's allowed to get at the goods." Ricky said, winking at me as his hand slid down to grab my ass.

"Richard Olson!" I tsked, playfully pushing him away. "Baby the only action I've gotten in four months is my hand," he whined, "can you blame me for wanting to be with my beautiful girlfriend?"

I thought for a moment before shaking my head, a gleeful smile appearing on my lips. "No, I really can't."

Ricky pulled me closer, his piercing blue eyes staring deep into my blueish-green ones. "Can I show you how much I've missed you?" he whispered against my lips.

The sound sent chills down my spine, and I nodded mindlessly.

Before I knew it, Ricky was carrying me upstairs bridal style. He kicked the door shut behind us, then gently deposited me on the bed.

I scooted back so my head was on the pillows, and he peeled off his shirt before crawling on top of me and pressing his lips to mine.

I grabbed a fistful of his hair as I arched my back, forcing myself closer to him.

He pulled away breathlessly to remove my shirt, tossing it somewhere in the room.

In no time at all, he was sliding into me, making me groan, since I obviously hadn't had sex in quite some time.

He stayed still for a few moments so I could adjust before starting to thrust into me.

"Uhf, Ricky!" I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist. He found a steady pace to rock his hips, moving inside me.

He leaned down to attack my neck, no doubt creating several hickeys. I would have fun covering those for work tomorrow.

I moaned again when he found my sweet spot, arching my back as he bit down on it.

He pulled out most of the way, leaving just his tip in, then slammed into a new spot.

I screamed against the pleasure, gripping his hair tight with one hand as I drug the nails of my other hand across his back, leaving scratch marks.

"Uhg, Brittany!" he groaned, starting to slam into my g-spot. "Uhf, Ricky! Yes! I'm so close!" I screamed.

He reached down and started rubbing my clit violently, bringing me even closer to the edge. I came about a minute later, screaming his name so loud I'm sure Russia could hear it.

He continued pounding into me to let me ride out my high, shooting his load into me shortly after.

He collapsed next to me, breathing hard, and pulled me into his arms against his sweaty, tattooed chest.

"God I missed you Brittany." he panted. I gave him a quick peck on the lips, smiling as I told him, "I missed you too."