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rsadelleBetween a combination of vacation days and holidays, I have today, tomorrow, Monday, and next Thursday and Friday off. Theoretically, I'm using this time to work on my novel for NaNo, but (a) I'm just under 7,000 words, which means I don't think I'll hit 50,000 anyway and (b) I'm going to end up working on things other than my novel and they might as well have structure. So leave me a prompt and I'll write you something by the 28th.
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Date: 2010-11-18 08:38 pm (UTC)New York to L.A. (1/4)
Date: 2010-11-28 05:43 pm (UTC)Bebe is lovely, of course, and very sweet. She's in a band with Pete, though, and Gabe knows no one sticks that out without being able to hold their own against him. Even at the end of a day of practice, her hair and makeup are perfect. Her nails are the kind that are only practical for musicians who don't play guitar, and she's very, very young. Gabe's first instinct is not to sleep with her. (Later, he says, "Fuck you," when he tells her this and she laughs at him.) His first instinct is to set her up on a spa date with Victoria. (He does that later, too. Victoria says, "I like her, but, seriously, I do not ever want to know anything about your dick.")
They go to a club later, and Bebe ends up with black Xs on both her hands. "It's not like I'm a teenager," she says when she sees him looking. "I'm twenty."
Pete always did like them young.
Pete's already disappeared into the crowd. Gabe fully intends to go to the bar for a drink, but Bebe says, "Let's dance," and he's not in the habit of turning down pretty girls who ask him to dance.
He never does get that drink, leaves the club sweaty and exhausted and totally sober.
*
Pete calls him a couple of days later and says, "Please take Bebe out to dinner."
Gabe's staring at a fridge that's emptier than he would like, and he laughs. "You looking for a babysitter?"
Pete snorts. "She's not that young. But it's been a long day and she does need a break, so come pick her up and take her out to dinner somewhere."
Gabe closes the fridge and leans against it. "What the fuck, Pete?"
"Look," Pete says, hard and hurting, "she won't fucking listen to me, okay? I need someone who isn't a fucking part of this to tell her you have shitty days in the studio and I can't get Patrick," his voice breaks over the name, "to do it."
Gabe's already grabbing his wallet and shoes. "I'll be there in twenty."
*
Gabe watches them do a take that doesn't work, and then interrupts, high-fiving Spencer, shaking hands with Nate, pulling Pete in for a tight hug where Pete buries his face in Gabe's chest for a moment. He can see the strain around the edges when he tugs on Bebe's hand and twirls her around a bit.
"Tell me you're done here and I can buy you dinner."
Bebe falls back a step. "We're working."
"No," Pete says. "No, we're not. I have a family to see. We're done for the day."
Gabe flings an arm around Bebe's shoulders to forestall the argument he can see coming. "Come have dinner with me," he says. "Don't make me beg. It's not a pretty sight."
Bebe arches her eyebrows at him, looks him up and down. "Are you sure about that?"
Gabe laughs. "I like you, Bebe."
She relents and says, "I guess you can buy me dinner. You might have to beg next time though."
"Are you a pasta and wine kind of girl, a pizza and beer kind of girl, or a sushi and sake kind of girl?" Gabe asks when they're out on the street.
"I think you're forgetting I'm not twenty-one yet."
Gabe shrugs. "You're with me. They probably won't card you."
Bebe stops walking, and Gabe turns to look at her. "I don't need to get busted for it. That's not the kind of career I want."
Gabe is used to people who live by the adage that any publicity is good publicity, but she's absolutely serious about this. He says, "Okay," hooks his elbow through hers, and takes her to a place his few friends who are still edge like.
Bebe smiles at him over the edge of the menu full of extravagantly nonalcoholic drinks.
They tell family stories, talk about music, debate the various merits of Blair and Serena. Neither one of them mentions Pete or the studio.
When they leave, Gabe says, "Let me take you home, or at least call you a cab."
There's an angry glint in Bebe's eyes when she snaps, "I'm young, not a child. I've lived here more than long enough to get myself home on the subway."
That's the first time Gabe thinks about sleeping with her.
New York to L.A. (2/4)
Date: 2010-11-28 05:43 pm (UTC)"I didn't tell her anything," Gabe says truthfully.
"I'm not asking for your secrets. Whatever you did is good enough."
Gabe flashes more on what he didn't do.
*
Gabe figures Bebe must be sick of recording a week later and invites her over to watch Gossip Girl episodes of her choice. She insists he feed her, and they have pizza on the couch and watch a hodgepodge of episodes as she thinks of them.
Neither one of them calls it a date, but if they had it would be one of the best Gabe's ever been on.
*
Bebe calls him at ten o'clock on a Saturday night when he doesn't have other plans and is just rattling around his apartment.
"Come dancing with me," she demands. "Nate and Spencer are threatening to abandon me and no one else can keep up with me."
Gabe grins and throws open the doors to his closet. "What kind of place are we talking about?"
"A very cool place." She gives him a name an address, waits for him to promise he's on his way, and then hangs up on him.
Gabe throws on a jacket over his jeans and t-shirt, turning his lounging at home clothes into something worth wearing to a club, and, remembering the last time, downs a pair of shots before leaving.
The dance floor is crowded, but Gabe's height gives him the advantage, and he works his way through the crowd to Bebe.
"You're here!" She grins and tugs on his hand to pull him close.
"I couldn't disappoint you." He gives up on talking after that - it's too loud anyway - and loses himself in dancing until the club closes.
"I know you're not a child," he says firmly when they leave, holding hands and laughing, "but it's very late. I'm putting you in a cab." He hails one, opens the door for her, and hands enough cash to the driver to cover her ride home.
Bebe looks as if she might make a tart comment, but instead smiles at him and says, "Thank you for rescuing me from having to dance alone."
Gabe laughs. "Any time."
*
Bebe calls him a few days into September and says, "I am now a pasta and wine kind of girl."
Gabe says, "Congratulations," and takes her to the nicest Italian place he knows. They order a bottle of wine, but she drinks barely a glass and a half.
"This isn't what I want to be known for," she says, when he offers to top up her second glass.
"I don't understand you," Gabe says, and pours the rest of the bottle into his own glass.
"You don't need to." Bebe twists her glass by the stem, rolling it between her fingers. "You seem like you'd like the mystery anyway."
"There is that."
Between how small she is and how much he's had to drink, they're both at the same level of drunk when they leave: just on the edges of intoxication, where it feels good but not like he doesn't know what he's doing.
"I'll walk you to the subway," he offers.
Bebe leans against him a little as they walk. It's not far, and Gabe's enjoying himself enough that he doesn't really want to say goodnight.
He kisses her for the first time on the sidewalk, just beside the stairs leading down to the subway. Her arms wrap tight around his neck when she kisses back.
*
Pete laughs himself silly when Gabe cautiously tells him that he went out on a date with Bebe and wants to do it again.
"Dude, I'm not her dad," Pete says after he's pretty much gotten himself under control again. "You don't need my permission. But don't fuck up my lead singer, okay?"
Gabe promises, and thinks it's probably a good thing that Pete can refer to her as his lead singer now.
*
Bebe insists on buying Gabe dinner a couple of times, but most of the time, he says, "Let me. Pete Wentz already made me rich and famous. When he does that for you, then it'll be your treat every time."
The first time he says it, she asks, "Do you think he really will?" The look on her face is a mix of uncertainty and sheer want.
"Between Pete and your voice, yeah, you'll be rich and famous."
She looks inordinately pleased by that. "You'd better hope I still want to hang out with you when I'm rich and famous."
"You will," Gabe says with absolute confidence. "I'm always going to be this cool."
Bebe collapses into giggles and lets him pay for dinner.
New York to L.A. (3/4)
Date: 2010-11-28 05:43 pm (UTC)They move it to the bedroom, and he gets to see all of her skin as she takes off her clothes. Just as he's thinking it's time to get a condom, he thinks of something else.
"Have you done this before?"
He half expects to get a lecture about how she's not a child, but instead she just nods. "Not a lot, but yes." She runs a hand down his chest. "You're not going to deflower me."
That takes some of the pressure off, but if she hasn't done this a lot, she probably only does it when she means it, which is its own kind of pressure.
He's careful to make it good, and she sighs into his neck afterwards. "Thank you," she murmurs.
Gabe grins even though she's not looking at him. "Any time. I mean that."
It makes her laugh, and she rolls up to kiss him.
He doesn't want to let her out of his bed, but she leaves in the morning to go home before she goes into the studio.
*
Gabe's in the house for the Black Cards' first show, to support Pete and Bebe. He works his way backstage after their set, and Bebe runs and jumps on him, still sweaty and lit up like a fucking candle.
"That was amazing," she all but shouts in his ear. "I love performing."
Gabe kisses her hard, both of them grinning through it. "It's only going to get better," he promises.
*
There are months of one-off shows for the Cards and for Cobra, and Cobra's doing studio work in L.A. instead of New York. Gabe and Bebe see each other when they can, and he gives her a key to his place so if she needs some time away from her roommates she can get it. (He also likes the idea of her sleeping in his bed, even if he's not there.)
*
Pete invites Gabe and the rest of his band over on a Saturday night. Gabe half expects it to be a larger party, but it's just them and some of Ashlee's best homemade pizza.
"We've been talking summer tours," Pete says casually when they're all silently devouring their first slices. "What would you think about us opening for you?"
Gabe's first thought, before he even thinks about ticket sales and shows that work, is how easy it would be if he and Bebe were on the same tour. He's chewing, so he has time to back away from that and think about the business end of it before he speaks.
"Management going to go for that?"
"It was Bob's idea." Pete's given up casual and is flat out grinning.
Gabe may be the frontman, but there are four other people in his band. "What do you think?" he asks them.
"Sweet," Nate says. Gabe can almost see him planning out a summer of beer and football with Spencer.
"Sounds like a good tour," Alex says.
Ryland smirks and says, "Delicious."
Victoria shrugs. "Sounds like fun. As long as you and Bebe can be discreet enough that I don't have to walk in on you."
"You wish we would let you watch," Gabe fires back. Then, to Pete, "Sounds like we're in."
"Awesome. Plus, this way I don't have to worry about you kidnapping my lead singer."
"Someday," Gabe says. "Someday we're going to run away to South America, and then what will you do?"
"Cry into his beer," Nate suggests.
"Absorb us into Cobra Cards: The Instrumental Experience," Ryland says.
"Sell my story to the tabloids," Pete says, and everyone laughs at the idea of Pete voluntarily speaking to a tabloid.
*
Gabe finally gets home again to Bebe lounging on his couch in pajama pants and a t-shirt. She smiles wide and welcoming when he comes in the door, and he crosses the apartment in a few steps to lean over and kiss her.
"Hi," she says, still smiling.
"Hi." Gabe sits and pulls her onto his lap. "I missed you."
"I missed you too." Bebe shifts so she's straddling him, her arms around his neck. "Phone sex just isn't the same." She rolls her hips down over his.
"Not at all." Gabe puts his hands over those hips. "Thank God and Pete we're touring together."
Bebe's smile outshines every light in the room. "I can't wait."
New York to L.A. (4/4)
Date: 2010-11-28 05:44 pm (UTC)It doesn't matter, because it's only a couple of months before they pack up and head out on tour. Pete has enough pull that the Cards have their own bus, even though they really should be sharing or in a van.
Even though they each have their own spaces, Gabe and Bebe still spends more than half their time together. They squish together into one or the other of their bunks, or spread out on the floor of a lounge, to sleep together. They sing drunken duets - more tipsy than truly drunken for Bebe - when their bands are partying together. Bebe sometimes comes out to do the duet "Good Girls Go Bad" (but only after she has a long talk with Victoria that she doesn't mention and which makes Victoria tell Gabe that Bebe's "adorable"), and Gabe sometimes comes out to do Chiddy's part on "Club Called Heaven."
He's going to be sorry when they have to do separate tours.
*
Gabe goes over to the Cards bus looking for Bebe - she stays with him when Pete's family is on tour with them, but she's not on his bus now - and finds Pete and Bronx instead. He's swinging Bronx up over his head so he can touch the ceiling when he hears Bebe's voice let out a soft, "Oh."
Gabe pulls Bronx down and looks at her. "What?"
She smiles, comes across the room and kisses his cheek when he leans down to her. "Nothing. I'll tell you later."
Bronx demands to go up again, and Gabe forgets about it until late that night, when they're crowded into his bunk. It's not really big enough for two, but they'd rather be together.
"Earlier, with Bronx, you said you'd tell me later."
Bebe bites her lip. "I want to be a singer. I really, really want to be a singer, and I want to do it for a couple of years before we have kids."
Gabe gapes at her. He's known her less than a year, and he didn't think they'd get to this point for a while longer, but she surprises him sometimes. He rolls her under him and kisses her breathless. "Marry me," he says in a rush. "I know this isn't the romantic proposal story you can tell people, but marry me. I don't want you to think I won't wait until you're ready."
"Oh," she says, a soft echo of the oh from before. "Oh, yes."
*
Ben wanted to walk, but he says, "Up," when they get to the studio, and Gabe picks him up so he can see through the glass between the control room and the booth.
Bebe keeps singing, but her mouth widens and her eyes crinkle into more of a smile.
"That was good," Sam says into the mic. "Come see your kid before you explode."
Bebe drapes her headphones over the mic, and Gabe turns to the door so he and Ben are waiting for her when she comes in.
"Mommy!" Ben cries.
Bebe takes him from Gabe's arms. "Hi, Benny boy." She kisses his forehead, leans up for Gabe's kiss. "What are you doing here?"
"We came to see Mommy at work," Gabe says. He rests his hand on her waist. "We like getting to drop in on you when you're not on the road."
"You miss recording," Bebe says.
Gabe shrugs. He does, a little, but his Cobras were tired and the Cards are still on the rise, and he wanted Ben as much as, if not more than, Bebe did.
"You're not fooling me," she says, and she taps him on the nose. "Daddy's not fooling anyone," she says to Ben.
Ben laughs, even though he's too young to really understand them.
"Daddy's perfectly happy," Gabe says.
Bebe grins at him. "I bet I can make you happier. You have to act surprised later, but Pete wants to turn 'Aces High' into a duet with you."
Gabe reflexively looks at Ben.
"I'm sure we can find someone else to watch him while we record," Bebe says. "But it might mean you'll have to come out on tour with us."
Gabe smiles slowly, to match her grin. "How lucky we are that Ben isn't in school yet."
"Very lucky," Bebe laughs, and she kisses him again, Ben between them.
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Date: 2010-11-29 03:46 am (UTC)Re: New York to L.A. (4/4)
Date: 2010-11-29 01:40 pm (UTC)Thank you so much. Perfect Gabe and lovely, lovely Bebe and oh, Pete.
Thank you again!
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Date: 2010-11-29 04:07 pm (UTC)Gabe + small children is a LETHAL combo. <3 <3 <3
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Date: 2010-11-29 09:07 pm (UTC)Gabe + small children is one of my favorite things ever.
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Date: 2011-03-18 04:29 pm (UTC)also, THIS IS THE CRACKSHIP OF MY HEART.
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Date: 2011-03-19 03:06 am (UTC)There should be a lot of Gabe/Bebe.
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Date: 2010-11-18 11:49 pm (UTC)Being Clear (1/2)
Date: 2010-11-20 05:27 pm (UTC)"It's just a few people," Patrick tells him, which doesn't actually make him feel any better. Bob has a good sense of what Pete's idea of "a few people" can mean, and while Pete occasionally shows surprising amounts of sensitivity, he can also be a total ass.
"Are you and Pete even talking right now?"
"We're always talking, even when we're not." That's a level of codependency Bob doesn't even want to touch.
It does turn out to actually be just a few people: Bob and Patrick, Brendon and Spencer, Pete and Ashlee, and Bronx crawling around the porch and charming the pants off of all of them.
Patrick and Brendon go in with Ashlee to put Bronx to bed. "You stay out here," Ashlee says, pointing at the rest of them. "Singers only."
Pete makes a face, then kisses Bronx, and Ashlee. "I sing to him all the time."
"I hope you're not torturing your kid with screamo," Spencer drawls, with a laugh in his voice.
"Just off-key singing. Not like you. You could do backup vocals, you know."
Spencer completely closes off. Like Bob said, Pete can be a total ass.
"We're a one-singer band now."
"Jesus," Pete says, "it's not like you're going to become diva of the year if you sing backup on one verse."
Spencer's gripping his beer bottle so tightly that Bob can see every nuance of his knuckles. "Drop it."
Bob takes an equally direct approach. "You're an ass, Wentz."
Pete actually looks wounded, and Spencer's eyes snap to Bob, like he'd forgotten Bob was even there.
"Dude," Bob says, "you of all people should know that's off-limits. We're not all you and Patrick." He finishes off his beer. "I guess I'm just lucky you didn't invite Mikey and Alicia." It hurts to say their names.
And now Pete looks actually sorry. A sorry Pete is hard to resist.
"Get us more beer," Bob says, "and we'll forgive you." After Pete goes into the house, he says to Spencer, "Sorry about your band."
Spencer nods. "Sorry about yours." He jerks his chin at Bob's hands. "You still drumming, though?"
Bob rotates his wrists. They still get sore sometimes, but they're okay. "Every day."
Spencer nods. "Hey, I've been working on this thing," and he starts tapping on the table.
Ashlee comes back out with Pete, but without Patrick or Brendon. "We lost them," she says, when Spencer quirks an eyebrow at her. "They started talking music and now they're in the studio singing into mics."
Spencer grins. "If you had a drum kit, Bob and I would have beat them to it."
"We used to have one," Pete says, "but Patrick took it back." He looks at the mirror images of their beer bottles, set up to be the cymbals, and frowns. "Are you asking Bob about drums? You never ask Patrick for help."
Spencer picks up the bottle of his that still has beer in it. "Brendon asks Patrick for help."
"You don't ask me for help either."
Spencer laughs. "You're not a drummer."
"I'm still in the rhythm section."
"Not the same thing," Bob says, getting himself a grin from Spencer.
Pete bullshits them about his knowledge of drums for a while, Ashlee laughing at him half the time, before Patrick and Brendon come back out of the house. Brendon sits down next to Spencer, leaning his head on Spencer's shoulder, and holds up a USB drive.
"Patrick helped. We can probably get this thing to work now." He yawns. "I'm tired. You should take me home."
Spencer rolls his eyes. "You're not that tired. You just haven't seen Sarah all day."
"That too."
Spencer stands up, dislodging Brendon. "Okay, let's go." Before they leave, he says to Bob, "We have this thing," complete with hand wave, "tomorrow and we're in the studio all week, but want to come over next Saturday and play? I have two kits."
"Yeah, that sounds good." Bob hands his phone over for Spencer's address and number.
Being Clear (2/2)
Date: 2010-11-20 05:27 pm (UTC)"Brendon likes to play," Spencer explains when he opens the door to an incredibly crowded studio, "and he wouldn't leave my kit alone, so we set up a second one."
Bob spends a few minutes rearranging Spencer's second kit, moving things so they're better suited to him than the short, skinny kid from Spencer's band, and then they spend most of the afternoon playing, breaking only to down bottles of water from the stocked mini fridge in the corner. Spencer's good, and he's equally willing to lead and follow, shows off a little but not in a way that makes Bob want to kick his ass, especially since Bob's showing off a little too.
It's a damn good thing Bob's a professional, because otherwise the way Spencer looks, sweat soaked and banging away at his kit, would be a hell of a distraction.
It's been a couple of hours when Bob has to stop and stretch out his wrists.
"You okay?" Spencer asks.
Bob just grunts, then relents and says, "Yeah, just don't want to overdo it."
Spencer tosses Bob a towel and wipes his face down with another one. "I'm hungry anyway. Pizza?"
"Sure. Pepperoni?"
Spencer orders the pizza and they eat it sitting on the floor on either side of Spencer's coffee table.
"Holy shit," Bob says when Spencer opens the box.
"Think about who I hang out with. Of course I know where to get real Chicago-style pizza in L.A."
Spencer sends him home with the leftovers and a copy of their menu.
*
Spencer calls on Wednesday afternoon. "I know this is short notice, but want to have dinner tonight?"
Bob's not doing anything. "Sure."
"Pete says I'm not being clear, so, um," and this is the first time Bob's being reminded that Spencer's actually pretty young, "I'm asking you out on a date."
But not too young for that. "Does that mean I have to dress up?"
"Jeans and a black hoodie will be fine, but I will come pick you up."
Like Bob's going to turn that down. "Cool."
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Date: 2010-11-21 04:59 pm (UTC)Now I want moooore <3
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Date: 2010-11-29 03:22 am (UTC)Adorable ♥
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Date: 2010-11-18 11:50 pm (UTC)Going Steady (1/3)
Date: 2010-11-20 05:33 pm (UTC)"Sleeping with your bandmates can be a really shitty idea." Victoria shrugs. "But sometimes it can be okay, depends on your band."
Ashlee comes in on that, and says, "As long as you don't sleep with your bassist."
Bebe says, sincerely and completely guilelessly, "I don't think my bassist knows there are women other than you in the world."
Gabe and Pete show up for that part of the conversation, and Gabe says, "You paid her to say that, right? Come on, you can tell us." Even while he's bantering with Pete and encouraging Bebe to join in his gentle teasing, his hand rests at the base of Victoria's spine, just at the swell of her ass. She knows they're going to hook up tonight.
They're drunk enough to take a cab, but not so drunk that he won't be able to get it up.
Gabe unzips her dress, and picks it up when she lets it drop to the floor - his fucking compulsive tendencies. He leaves her panties there, though, when she pushes them down and steps out of them. Victoria turns toward the bed, still in her heels, spreads her legs, and bends over with her hands braced on the bed. He's told her before it's a good look for her, and she wants to get fucked hard tonight. She has to wait for him to get his pants open and a condom on, and then he's sliding into her, hot and hard and fucking perfect.
He thrusts into her evenly a couple of times, and then loses his rhythm while he undoes the clasp of her bra. Victoria lifts one hand, and then the other, tosses the bra aside, and moans when he cups both her breasts in his hands.
"What'd you think about Bebe?" she asks.
Gabe presses his face into her back. "Is that really relevant right now?"
"I like her voice. I was thinking what it would sound like if I were eating her out."
Gabe jerks inside of her, and she pushes into it.
"Like this, on my knees so you could fuck me while I did it."
"Fuck," Gabe groans. "Are you trying to kill me?"
"I'm trying to get you off."
One of Gabe's hands slides down, to where he's fucking into her, to her clit, and he gets her off.
*
Gabe's in L.A. for a while, and so is Bebe, and they run into her at Pete's again.
Victoria catches Gabe in the kitchen and steps in close. "You know that thing we were talking about?"
Gabe looks totally blank.
"After last time we were here?"
Gabe's face slides into a self-satisfied smile. "Yeah, what about it?"
"I was serious."
Gabe stares at her, and they both turn to look through the sliding glass doors on the other side of the living room. Bebe's smiling at Bronx waving his arms at her from Pete's chest.
"Think she'll go for it?"
"Maybe." Victoria slides a hand over his ass, squeezing it lightly. "I'll give it a try."
She takes Bebe a drink, slowly draws her away from the crowd, and when they're alone says, "Remember that thing I said about hooking up with your band?"
"Yeah?"
"It doesn't always go bad." Victoria puts her hand over Bebe's wrist. "And you're not in our band, so it really can't go bad."
Bebe's eyes flicker from her hand to something behind her. A moment later, one of Gabe's hands comes to rest on Victoria's shoulder.
"No harm no foul if you're not interested," Gabe says, "but we are."
Bebe's a good actress; her pulse jumps under Victoria's fingers, but her face stays mostly impassive. "You're really asking me-"
Victoria leans in close to murmur, "Threesome." She squeezes Bebe's wrist again. "Think about it." She gets up and leads Gabe back across the yard.
When they leave, Bebe comes with them.
Going Steady (2/3)
Date: 2010-11-20 05:34 pm (UTC)Gabe flips her off, and Victoria retaliates by standing behind him and getting his pants open.
"I had a plan." She pushes him away and claims Bebe's mouth for her own. Bebe's a good kisser, but kissing means Victoria doesn't really get to hear her.
Between the two of them, they get Bebe's clothes off, push her up to sit against the headboard, legs spread. Victoria managed to get her top and her panties off, but she's still wearing her skirt and her bra when she kneels on the bed and leans over to lick into Bebe.
Victoria was totally right about what that voice would do during sex, and it goes up an octave when Gabe's thrust into her pushes her face into Bebe's cunt.
She gets Bebe to come around her tongue, and she and Gabe know how to get each other off like this, and then Gabe pulls her up, still inside her, and twists her head around so he can kiss her.
Victoria goes for Bebe's mouth while Gabe's dealing with the condom, and Bebe obligingly hooks her arms around Victoria's neck. "That was really hot," she whispers.
"It was." Gabe tugs Victoria away enough that he can take his turn kissing Bebe, then flops down next to her. "I would do that again."
*
Victoria runs into Bebe when she goes for a mani-pedi. They sit together and talk about nothing less innocuous than nail colors and mutual acquaintances, and Victoria invites her out to lunch afterwards.
They put their hands down on the table, fingers alternating, and Victoria tweets a picture that Bebe retweets.
It's only after they order that Bebe looks awkward and says, "I didn't mean to, like, get between you and Gabe."
Victoria laughs. "There isn't a me and Gabe, not like that. We just hook up sometimes." She rakes her eyes over Bebe's hair, nails, top. "You're welcome to join us any time. Or just me."
Bebe flushes and fumbles with her phone. "I have a meeting in, like, an hour."
"Next time, then," Victoria says, "if you want to."
*
Next time comes sooner than she thought it would. Bebe invites her out for dinner. They are, by far, the hottest women in the place, and Bebe spends the whole evening flirting with her.
They barely make it into the door of Victoria's place before Victoria's kissing her, then dragging her to the couch so she can press Bebe into it, her thigh between Bebe's legs, mouthing at Bebe's neck instead of kissing her so she can hear Bebe come.
When they're done with the first orgasm, Victoria tugs Bebe back to her bedroom and they do it all over again, slower and with Bebe's tongue on Victoria's cunt this time.
Afterwards, Victoria splays their hands out, like she did when they had lunch, on her rumpled sheets, and snaps a picture she sends to Gabe.
*
Two weeks later, her phone buzzes with a message from Gabe: Bebe's shoes tipped over his on his bedroom floor.
*
The next time they're all in the same place, New York this time, they buy Bebe drinks, until she's giggly and they're both fumbling too much to be careful, and they take a cab back to Gabe's place. Bebe rides Gabe slow and teasing, and after he makes her come with his fingers, Victoria takes her place and gets him off, then straddles his face while he makes her come with his mouth.
Going Steady (3/3)
Date: 2010-11-20 05:34 pm (UTC)Victoria has never been so well-laid in her life, and as much as she loves touring, she's sorry when it takes her and Gabe away from all the sex.
*
At first they just put Bebe on speaker phone on hotel nights, listen to her get herself off while they fuck. Then it becomes a habit for one or the other of them to call her, or for her to call them, just to talk, more and more frequently until it's every day. Gabe recommends books that Victoria never reads but Bebe sometimes does. Victoria leaves them to those discussions and comes back when they want to talk fashion or gossip about the celebrities they've run into or the porn they've seen.
It becomes habit, too, for Victoria to have Gabe's arm around her shoulders, his hand on her knee, his lips on her neck.
Anna laughs at her once, when she's telling a story about Gabe and Bebe's argument about one of the books he got her to read. (It had been in the syrupy afterglow when Victoria was content to just listen to their voices, but she doesn't tell Anna that part.) "I never expected you would end up in an actual threeway relationship." Victoria doesn't protest the characterization, but she thinks about it a lot.
She's surprised when it's Gabe who says it, although she shouldn't be because as much as Gabe likes to play at being a player, she knows what he really wants is commitment. "We're good together," is what he says, the three of them finally in the same place again, naked in his bed in New York. "Victoria and I don't work, and you and I probably wouldn't work, but this, we work together."
"Yes," Bebe says, smiling wide and sweet at him, at them. "I'll go steady with you two."
*
They're up for a VMA again, and so are the Black Cards. Gabe fusses at Pete and talks to management, and between them, they manage to get Cobra and the Black Cards seated together. Gabe and Victoria are usually in the middle of their band at these kinds of things, but this time they take the outside, Gabe on the very edge between Victoria and Bebe, so one of them is always pressing her shoulder into Gabe's chest every time they lean over him to talk to each other.
When the Black Cards win, Bebe's mouth drops open, and she puts one hand over it. Victoria's disappointed, a little, that it wasn't them, but glad for Bebe. In the general sense of chaos that is the Black Cards trying to hug everyone and gather themselves up and make it to the stage, Bebe kisses both of them, swift and hard and on camera.
Well, at least they don't have some other kind of reputation to uphold.
Re: Going Steady (3/3)
Date: 2010-11-21 03:25 pm (UTC)Re: Going Steady (3/3)
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Date: 2010-11-22 02:41 am (UTC)This is AMAZING. And probably my new favorite threesome. Wow.
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Date: 2010-11-22 02:55 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-04-25 04:01 am (UTC)And I want more long chats between everyone..but you know, I'm just weird that way. The talking is always as exciting to me as the sex;) I do like how they sort of just fall into it with each other..and the "yes I'll go steady" line!!
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Date: 2011-04-29 03:32 pm (UTC)