Disclaimer: No harm or offence is intended by this story. This is pure fiction only inspired by players and, in some cases, by actual events. Either way, I don't know these guys personally and my writings are meant to be purely for entertainment.
Notes: The following started off as a drabble, uhm...
This is my first fanfic involving Alter Bridge, don't hate me too much for doing this to Mark! My love for that man is endless but I just needed too, Myles is always so supportive towards his...ehrm...idol.
Anyway, reviews are very appreciated so let me know what you think about it! :)
This is pretty ironic, you know?
When I said I admired this guy, I was referring to his heroic enterprises. I didn't know him in person, but he had always given me the impression to be some kind of modern easygoing Clark Kent. I couldn't imagine I would witness to some action – and what action – so soon and it might be the wine talking, but now that he's unbuttoning his jeans in front of me and his shirt is on the floor, I guess I can say he's blessed in more than one way. Not that he needed to get undressed to prove it, the mere outline of his manhood spoke for itself.
“You still with me, Myles?”
He smiles brightly, clearing his throat. I like how low and husky is voice is. Just like it sounded through the screen. And the radio. And the speakers of my stereo. And the microphone, those few times I sneaked away from Mark to see Foo Fighters play with over these last months. The truth was that I wanted to take a closer look of him and, as you can imagine, it isn't exactly easy. Now, I have my chance. I like how my name slips out of those rough lips, like I'm some kind of treasure... or maybe just a toy. Either way, I feel honored.
“Keep your eyes open baby, you don't wanna miss what's coming next...”
A knowing smirk flashes me, reminding me how aware, gloating and at the same time amused he is by the discovery of being my idol.
My gaze travels up and down the trail of hair starting from his navel and disappearing into the boxers as open legs straddle my hips and a muscular tanned torso towers before my eyes. I can feel his callused fingers brushing against my lower belly, teasing me, neglecting his arousal on purpose cause he knows someone else is gonna take care about it.
“I couldn't shut my eyes even if I wanted to.”
It's just a murmur that fades away with the brunette's image, when a totally different voice and a hand shake me from my sleep. I squeeze my eyes and yawn, casting a glance at the alarm clock. Too early to deal with this stuff.
“Who were you talking to?” Mark asks me, looking upset for a while. I shrug and pretend to fall asleep again even if I'm curious and he knows it. It wouldn't be the first time, but it's not like it really bothers either of us. I love Mark. Even when he mocks me for acting like a fangirl toward my favorite frontman.
“Whatever, I had to wake up anyway” he surrenders and stretches to kiss my forehead, earning the tiniest of smiles.
I have to admit I feel kinda guilty right now, but at the same time what exactly am I supposed to confess? 'I was talking to my secret lover whom I just betrayed you with, even though he barely knows I exist'?
“This headache is killing me... Where did you hide the aspirin?”
He gets up and head to the toilet. I roll on my side, giving my back to him and smirking as he swears under his breath, trying to sort through the pile of medicines we keep in the bathroom's cabinet. He has no idea what tidiness means, so I'm the one designated to organize drawers and cupboards. It's my silent way to redemption, I guess.
How could I ever admit I was dreaming of dry humping Dave Grohl again, anyway?
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Great job! I would love to see more of this if you ever decide to write more about these three! I hope you continue to write! :)
Julietds's response: First off, thank you very much! Glad you liked it :) I've been thinking to write a follow-up for a while now and I might jot something down sooner than expected. They're such pleasing muses :D
Good idea for a story! I wondered how you'd pull that one off. Very hot and sensual, even with so few words. Great work!
Julietds's response: Thank you very much! And to think it started as a drabble... I'm all about crack pairings these days :D