Beautiful Distraction

"have fun?" Gerard greeted us in the livingroom. i replied with an unenthusiastic, mmhm, sitting down next to him on a leather couch.
"you got yourself a keeper." Frank said, sitting in a chair across the room. "so how long you staying for?"
"few days tops. we're going to stay with Brendon in Vegas for a couple of weeks, because, you know how much he pays." Gerard replied, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.
"no way, dude i need to see that fucker. it's been years. plus he owes me like 200 bucks. cool if i come with?"
"always." so Frank was coming with us. whooptie doo. plus i got to meet this Brendon dude. both Gerard and Frank seemed pretty excited about seeing him so he must be pretty cool. i sat listening to the guys' convesation. i learned that this guy was a pretty big player. fucking 2-3 different chicks a week. nothing of course i wasn't used to. but for the past few days, i hadn't seemed myself. before, i hadn't questioned the fact that Gerard chooses random dudes he knows for me to fuck for money or the whole, i fuck a new guy every month topic. maybe i was starting to convert back to my old self. back the the Rose who was a sciencey, band obsessed, lonely little teenager. like eairlier in the bedroom with Frank. i already knew that he wasn't my cup of tea, but being with him didn't seem nearly as good as when i was with Gerard. maybe it was the fact that i had been with Gerard longer, but there seemed to be something else there. maybe for the first time in my life i had found out what love was.
but that's impossinle. Gerard is just my partner and fuck buddy. nothing more.
the didn't even care that i had left and began to wander aroung the house which was bigger on the inside. (kinda like a tardis) i found several other bedrooms, two of which contained nothing and one that was full of sexual torture instraments toys and handcuffs and all that disturbing kinky shit. i reconized some of the things from a year earlier when i was left for a week with a guy named Andy Biersack i think, who was into some really weird shit.
i also was suprised to find one room, well the basement that had been transformed into a recording studio. there were what had to be dozens of guitars, a drum kit, basses and even a tuba.
at the front door, out bags still sat and i glasly pulled ouut my journal that hadn't been writen in for a few weeks. i assumed the guys were still in the livingroom, so i sat on the staircase and began to write in it.

so journal,
i've been acting a little weird lately. actually, i've been feeling something that i know can't be real. i think i might be in love. crazy isnt it? strange enough, with Gerard. i mean, i think it might be love. i know it's something more than just lust. i feel something stronger. and i feel it's changing me as a person. i have become more aware of my actions, but that can't be because i think i might be in love, right?
i don't know. i mean Gerard. he's just different. from other guys i've been with. i think there is something more between us, something like...passion. i know a little bit of it. but i can't be sure exactly what it is until i ask more questions. i mean he must feel something like what i'm feeling, right? or are these emotions really fake? just the way he cares for me i can feel it, that there may be something else, that we could be something more than just, "fuck buddies."
i just need to kno if this is a good idea or not. should i just push these emotions aside and live life as it is now? but what would happen if i told Gerard how i felt. would he feel the same way deep down or would i get rejected and punished for being idiotic or even abandoned, well that's a little over dramatic.
i guess i'll write a little more later. it's always nice to pour my feelings out in this little book.
see ya

i closed the small book, placing it back into the bag and headed back to the livingroom where Frank and Gerard still sat. "Rose, change of plans. we are actually leaving tonight for Vegas, so you have a few hours to relax." Gerard told me. thank god.
"cool, i'm gonna shower." i said. i knew that one of them was bound to get in with me. but i honestly didn't care. i just felt dirty from what i did only 20 minutes ago. i grabed my bag filled with my clothes from the front door and went to the hall bathroom that was painted an ugly shade of blue. i turned the water on so it was at a mildly hot temperature and stipped down, scattering my items of clothing all over the bathroom floor. when i stepped into the shower, my skin elt like it was melting until i adjusted to the temperature change and began to wash my body.
and just like i predicted, someone did come inside the bathroom, strip and join me in the small tile chamber. i felt arms wrap around my waist as i let the hot water flow through my hair. no tattoos. had to be Gerard. "you okay, hun?" he asked me.
"fine. why you ask?" i replied.
"you just hace been a little different lately and i was just wondering if there was anything that i could help with." aha! so he does care, a little. i mean he's concerened about my behavior which means he cares about me somewhat.
"i'm fine, just a little... distracted today." i replied, beginning to wash my hair.
"as long as you're okay." he said. i think he might care, just a little.

***Vegas***

so, we had finally made it to Vegas. it was begining to get dark so that ment all the Vegas lights would stand out. Frank had slept almost the entire drive while Gerard and i sat infront listening to music quietly. Gerard had brought me here once before but we didn't get to stay very long due to some "buisness" we had to take care of in Chicago. we drove around for a little bit until we were on the other side were a lot of houses were. now if you thought i was surprised when Gerard brought me to Franks house, you hadn't seen anything. this house was big. i mean really big. not exactly a mansion but if it had another few rooms it could be. we parked infront and grabbed the bags from the trunk. i have no idea why i was nervous when we rang the door bell and stood infront of a door that was definantly to big for the fucking house. we waited a few seconds untill the giant door opened to reveal a man. a fine one at that. he was taller than Gerard and wore a white teeshirt with black skinnies adn leather boots. "Gerard!" he said, excitedly. "and Frank, the man who had killed 3 of my prostitutes." he said folding his arms and staring blankly down at him.
"come on, the third one was on accident, and the first one wasn't really my fault." Frank said.
"whatever," he then directed his eyes to me, smiling slightly. "and who's this."
"what will you paying for if you want to use her?" Gerard said.
"well she is a pretty little thing, isn't she.how bout 200 each time?"
"deal." Gerard said. here we go. another fuck. but i remember once i had to fuck 5 guys in one day. i must have been drunk because i don't remember why.
"i think i'll use her now." he said to me pulling me inside. i dropped my bag on the floor knowing that Gerard would pick it up. i followed him up a large staircase to a large bedroom lighten by a lamp with a king size bed. "yeah, ur a pretty little thing, aren't you." his chest pressed against my back as his hands traveled to my jeans, unbuttoning them. i could feel my cheeks start to heat up. "no need to be nervous around me baby. i'll be gental with you, but i assume since your with Gee, you've had some harsh things done to you already." he didn't pull them down instead placed them on my hips and started to kiss up my neck. i let out a small moan. now, i had to decide if i really wanted this or not. he started out gental. kissing me sofly and carrying me to the bed, straddling at my waist. i kissed back and found myself actually starting to enjoy myself.
i tuggen on the hem of his shirt demanding it off. he then pulled back to take it off then connected our lips once again. i felt something when i was with him. i don't know what it was. not love, but not nessisarily lust. passion maybe? desire? he was so gental with me, taking off eachothers clothes and some how we never broke the kiss (well, except for the jeans, because have you tried getting your jeans off and trying to keep a kiss connected, it doesn't work)
he was down to his boxers and i was only in my panties as he began to suck on my neck. i ran my hands over his muscly chest and lower torso, slowly moving my hands to his boxers where i slowly pulled them off and he kicked them off his ankels.
now, Brendon was big. like really big, i could feel him pressed against my stomach. i then reached down to my own hips and pulled my panies off. he had gotten me so aroused in such a short amount of time and honesly, i really wanted to fuck him right then. but he was being a fucking tease, holding my hands above my head and rubbing me with the other. i whinned like the fucking slut i was."oh, baby. you have no idea what you're doing to me." he stated.
"B-brendon. please." i begged.
"if you want me, you gotta be louder." he said.
"Brendon, Please! i need you!" i moaned loudly.
"that's much better." Brendon let go of my hands and went for a condom of course in the nightstand. he then ripped the foil open and placed it on himself.
"anytime your ready." i said and without warning, he slammed into me, starting to thrust at a fast and steady pase. i couldn't help but wrap my arms around his neck, tying to get my body closer to his.his moans were low and occured every few thrusts and i let out one every thrust or two.
he honestly was really amazing at what he did. his hands slid down my sides until they reached my ass were he then pulled me in his lap. this had to be my favorite sex position.
i started to bounce up and down on his cock as he threw his head back and moaned loudly. "oh, fuuck." i moaned. i was getting close. we had been on it for a while now and i hounestly was getting pretty tired.
"i-i'm s-so close." he said before we both hit our climax and collapsed n eachother, sweaty and panting. "fuck, Rose. you're amazing."

Notes

heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey, so i hope u like the smut this time. title from Vegas Lights by Panic! At The Disco. yes, so Brendon is now in the story. cool beans brah. well plz, rate comment and if u actually like this shitty story, plz subscribe. k luv yalls bai. <3