Sleeping, With Saints and Apparitions (Tony Perry Fanfiction) [discontinued]

Touch My Neck And I'll Touch Yours

Jillian Stewart

|Feb. 8th 9:08 am|  Portland, Oregon

I stared at my reflection in the mirror. On my neck was a now purple bruise and I mentally cursed Tony. I was still slightly mad at myself for allowing last night to happen, but more at the universe for making Tony so attractive. Because right now, I just want to rush to his bus and make out with him.

I tighten the sweater around my body and the hood covering my neck. I put some actual tennis shoes and walked outside. It was chilly in Washington. Although the weather didn’t really favour shorts with rips in them, I was determine to not let the weather get to me.

“You ready?” Vince asked as he put a jacked on. I nodded and threw an arm around my son. Sometimes, I just wish Vince really was my kid.

“So, the Pierce drummer, Mike, is giving me some tips on how to keep up speed.” Ew. Ew. Ew. Mike. The creepy drummer dude. If Vince really was my kid, I’d told him to stay away from the creepy man.

“That’s nice,” I muttered.  We went to a vinyl store and began looking through some CD’s. while I got mostly stuff from Northlane (my only exception of Metalcore music), The 1975, and La Dispute (love, love, love them!) Vince got old  stuff from Pink Floyd, The Rolling Stones and The Goo Goo Dolls.

By the time we got back though, it was well past noon.

Mike called Vince over, gave me a wink, and took him upstage behind the drums. I gagged and walked away.

“Jill,” I froze and once again, mentally cursed. I wasn’t quite ready to face Tony, mainly because my feelings were confused with a man who was supposed to and remained a one night stand, and here we are-

On tour together and have hook up yet again.

That’s helluva a lot to get me to move on to the next city, but I can’t.

I turned around and was utterly and shocked at the man before me.

Sex hair looked great on him and since it’s daylight, it looks even better. Jeans, a t-shirt and Vans, without the normal snapback, I could’ve spent all day staring at him.

“Hey, do you think you could do sound check with me? Casey is under the weather.”

“I-uh-sure, what the hell.” I followed him into the green room. I saw all the equipment for the guitarist lying on the chair and I picked up the battery pack that would transfer sound and began clipping it onto his belt loop of his pants.

It’s awkward, so awkward because I couldn’t keep my hands steady enough to fix the wire in his ear.

“Ouch,” he replied as I accidentally stabbed him in the ear.

“Sorry,” But I got it in though, after stabbing him multiple times. “Why do you need this anyway, don’t you play without it?”

“That’s why it’s called sound check,” fifteen minutes later after arguing and doing what he thinks is sound check, I was now glaring at him.

“You are such a stubborn hot head.” I said.

“At least I don’t moan so loud,” he shot back. I felt my face turning red. Red with rage and embarrassment.

“My God! If you would’ve took your time, instead of pounding the hell out of me, it could’ve been prevented!” he didn’t say anything, but he kept staring at me. At first, I thought he was trying to think he had the upper hand, so I stared back, but after a while, I realized it wasn’t that.

“What’s on your neck?” he took three strifeful steps towards me and placed a hand on my neck.

I gritted my teeth and slapped his hand away.

“That hurts!” I whined.

“What is it?” he repeated.

“It’s the result from when your teeth bit hard on my neck, you-” My attention was diverted when I stared at his neck . Right on the left side of wings on his neck, was a blueish mark. It was well hidden by the tattoo. I placed a hand to it and he hissed, grabbing my hand.  I smiled a little. “Sorry I-” Tony leaned in and captured my smile into a kiss. It was deep with desire and hunger. I felt the fire ignite in my stomach as I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him closer to my body.

He backed us up measly until my back hit the wall and tore my shirt from my body. before I jumped and wrapped my legs around him. He moved his lips down to my chest, unclipping my bra, and sending waves of pleasure throughout me.

“Tony,” I breathed. “How long-oh,” I leaned my head back and let my eyes roll back in pleasure.

He effortlessly carried me to the couch and laid me beneath him, while ever so light rolling his hips into mine.

“How long do we have until they look for us?” I whispered.

“About thirty minutes,” He whispered. His hands roamed over my breasts and for the first time a deep, hunger ignited look was in Tony’s eyes.

“But-” Tony pressed his lips to mines again.

“All I need is twenty-five.” He reassured. I let my hands tear away Tony’s shirt and once again, I marvelled his tattoos. In that moment, it was a drive for sex.

Tony was a confusing topic for me. Here we are day three of touring and suddenly we’ve become strangers with benefits.

Title Credit: Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood