Aubrey

Being on a cramped tour bus with a 14-month-old was what you thought was your worst nightmare every time. Luckily, Bowie has been a great traveller. Right now you and Bowie are sitting in the small living area, Bowie on your lap as you bounce him up and down, making him laugh. 

Shane walks out of the bedroom area to see the two of you, and you smile at him 

“Look, it’s Daddy,” you say to Bowie, pointing to Shane. Bowie reaches for him, making Shane laugh as he walks over to pick him up 

“Hey Bo,” Shane mutters, bouncing him up and down. Bowie babbles, hands coming up to pat Shane’s face, making both of you laugh. 

Shane sits down on the floor in front of you, helping him stand up. Bowie grabs his pacifier dangling from his shirt clip, putting it into his mouth while Shane slightly bounces him on the ground. You slide off the couch, sitting across from Shane, hands in your lap

“Do we wanna try walking again?” you ask.

The last few times you have tried to get Bowie to walk, it just ends up with him crawling where you want him and then getting distracted by one of his toys. Leaving you and Shane feeling a little defeated.

Shane shrugs, looking down at Bowie, who is standing mostly on his own 

“Sure, why not,” Shane huffs, turning Bowie around to face you. “Alright, buba, got to mommy.” Shane keeps his hands on Bowie's waist until he feels like he's about to move, but when Bowie starts to take a step, he plops down on his diaper before crawling over to you

You sigh, looking over at Shane as you pick Bowie up, putting him back up on his feet. You look at Shane once more, who nods, signaling for you to try again 

“Ok, Bo, let's go to daddy,” you mutter, holding on his hands, waiting for him to start moving.

You all stay like that for a good minute before Bowie finally lifts his foot off the ground and puts it in front of the other cause you and Shane hold your breath. You carefully guide Bowie towards Shane, as Shane extends his arms once Bowie makes it within arm's length. Shane grabs him with a big smile on his face

“Good job, Bo!” Shane grins, picking him up and pushing him up, making Bowie giggle through his pacifier. When Shane brings Bowie back down, he kisses his forehead. “I gotta show the boys,” Shane mumbles, standing up, Bowie resting against his chest as he opens the door connecting to the bedrooms 

“Guys, come here; you have to see what Bo just did!” Shane shouts, causing all the guys to get up, herding to the living area, making it feel small 

“Bowie took his first steps,” you say, looking up at all the boys 

“What? That's amazing,” Lemy says, going up to pat Shane on the back, who can’t seem to wipe the grin off his face

“That's awesome,” Sal says, ruffling Bowie’s hair, making Bowie look up from Shane’s neck 

“Sasa,” Bowie mumbles through his pacifier, reaching for Sal, making him laugh. Sal takes Bowie from Shane  

“Who did he walk to?” Mitch asks, and you point to Shane 

“Shane,” you say, standing up from the floor as Shane kisses your cheek 

“If I was here, he would’ve come to me,” Sal says, making Shane turn, giving Sal a look 

“Bullshit,” Shane huffs, making you jab his ribs

“Language”

“Yes ma’am, sorry,” Shane mumbles. “There's no way. I’m literally his father,” Shane says, pointing to himself

“Ok?” Sal shrugs. “She’s literally his mother, and he went to you,” Sal says, nodding his head towards you, making you shrug 

“True,” you mumble, making Shane scoff

“Ok, well then let's see who he walks to. Babe, put him in between Sal and me and let him choose.” You shake your head, grabbing Bowie from Sal 

“Mama,” Bowie mumbles to you, making you nod 

“Yeah,” you mumble back to him. “Your daddy's being dramatic.” You make a face, causing Bowie to giggle

Sal and Shane both sit opposite from eachother as you put Bowie down in the middle, helping him stand up on his feet. Bowie looks at both of them for a moment before turning and walking over to Sal. Sal grins as he scoops him up 

“Yes!” Sal shouts. “This man loves his uncle, Sal, don’t ya?” Sal tickles Bowie, making him giggle 

“If that's the case, then you can try putting him to bed tonight,” you say, rubbing Shane's back as he pouts. Sal looks up at your comment, his face dropping

“Don’t get me wrong, I love the little guy. But I hear what happens at night. I think I’m ok.” Shane rolls his eyes dramatically, standing up from the floor

“No fair,” Shane mumbles, making you hide your laugh 

“Shane, it’s ok.” You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling down for a quick kiss. When you pull away, a pout is still present on his lips

“But he went to Sal,” Shane groans, glaring at Sal, who is now trying to entertain a tired baby

“Yeah, but he went to you first. His first ever steps were to you,” you whisper, running a hand through his hair. A smile grows on Shane’s face at your words

“You’re right” 

“I normally am.” You shrug, patting his cheek. “Now stop pouting and put our son to bed,” you instructed, and Shane nods 

“Yup, got it”

The start of the night was great; you and Shane had been planning for a while to go out on a date, just the two of you. He made dinner reservation last week at a restaurant in town that you haven’t been to before. You're standing in the bathroom, fingers running through your hair, as Shane walks in, leaning against the wall 

“You do know we’re supposed to leave in five minutes, right?” he grins as you turn your head to look over at him 

“Yeah… I’m almost ready,” you mumble, walking past him to the bedroom

“You say that, but then we’ll be late,” he teases as you put your shoes on. You roll your eyes

“I’m ready when you are,” you sigh, standing up to grab your purse as Shane takes your hand, guiding you to the car

“M’lady,” Shane grins, opening the car door for you, making you laugh 

“Cornball,” you mutter as Shane rounds the hood and slides into the driver's seat 

“It’s about a thirty-minute drive, so you can pick the music,” Shane says, handing you the cord. You take it from him with a smile

“What a gentleman,” you laugh as Shane pulls out of the driveway. 

The car ride was quiet except for the music playing in the background. Shane’s hand finds your thigh, his thumb rubbing up and down as you look out the window 

“Whatcha thinking about?” Shane asks, and you turn to look over at him with a hum

“Nothing,” you mumble and smile at him

“It’s gotta be something; you usually talk to me a little more.” Shane gives your thigh a reassuring squeeze, his eyes giving you a glance

“It’s stupid.” You shake your head 

“Baby, if it’s important to you, then it’s not stupid,” Shane says as you sigh in defeat

“Don’t laugh,” you mumble 

“Never.” Shane shakes his head 

“Your outfit is making me horny,” you mumble, sliding down into your seat as Shane slams on the brakes for a moment, making both of you jerk forward before Shane pulls off the side of the road 

“Jesus baby, you could’ve said something before we left the house.” Shane clears his throat as you cover your face with your hands

“I’m sorry,” you whine, embarrassed 

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s ok, come here,” Shane mumbles, unbuckling your seatbelt and lifting you over the console. Once you're in his lap, his arms wrap around your waist 

“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s ok to feel things you know,” Shane mumbles, kissing your forehead as you hide in the crook of his neck 

“I just wanted us to have a nice date,” you say into his neck, tickling him slightly

“We still can, trust me,” Shane grins, hand coming up to grab your face to look up at him. Shane tilts his head back, motioning to the back seat. “Come on,” he mutters, patting your butt softly.

You laugh, climbing your way to the backseat, Shane waiting for you to get comfortable before following behind you. The moment he gets back there, his lips are on yours, hands coming up to cup your face. You moan into the kiss, hands running down his chest as he pulls away from your lips to start kissing your neck. 

“I love this dress,” Shane mutters as he trails down your neck, pulling the strap of your dress down as he goes, “but I want it off right now.” Shane groans as you sit up to fiddle with the zipper 

“I got it, baby.” Shane kisses your shoulder as his fingers graze your back, unzipping the dress. The dress falls off your shoulders, dropping to your waist, revealing your bra, making Shane grin 

“Much better,” he mumbles as you start to unbutton his shirt. “You needy baby?” he teases you, making you stop your motions to look down at him 

“Not funny,” you warn, and Shane nods

“Got it,” Shane confirms, moving to work on unbuckling his belt 

“Shane,” you mumble, grabbing his hand to stop him. “I got it.” Shane tilts his head at you but grins 

“Ok baby, just tell me what you want me to do” 

“Nothing at the moment,” you respond, making Shane laugh as you focus on his belt

Once the belt is off shane shimmies out of his pants, leaving him in his boxers. You let out a breath as you pull out his hard cock, giving it a few strokes, making his head tilt back against the headrest 

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, hands gripping your hips tighter as you move your panties to the side. “You gonna ride my cock?” Shane pants as he helps you steady yourself over his cock. As you slowly ease yourself down onto his cock, hissing at the thickness of his cock 

“Shit,” you whine as you finally take all of his cock. “Forget how big you are,” you whine as you slowly start bouncing on his cock. 

Shane’s hands come up, cupping your breasts, giving this a light squeeze before taking your bra off. His fingers rub over your nipple, making you gasp. 

“Shane,” you pant as he ruts his hips up, hitting your cervix at a different angle. Your head finds his shoulder as you stop moving 

“I got you, baby. I got you,” Shane mutters, hands coming around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he continues to rut into you 

“Fuck, Shane. I can’t.” Your hands come up to pull on his hair, making him groan against your neck, sending shivers down your spine and making the pit in your stomach worse 

“I’m going to cum” you pant out as Shane jerks his hips up, hitting you in just the right spot, causing you to release, making your walls clench around him 

“Oh god, baby.” Shane kisses your forehead as his cock twitches inside you. “gonna pull out,” Shane whispers as you come back down from your high 

“No,” you whine, clawing at his back that will surely leave marks. “Inside,” you mumble. 

Shane nods, letting out a huff before picking up the pace once again. His cock twitches inside you, making you whine as you feel hot ropes of his cum paint your walls. You both stay like that for a while before you slowly slide off of him. His soft cock still oozing as he puts back into his boxers. Shane kisses your forehead 

“You ok?” he asks, looking at you, and you nod

“Lot better than ok.” You laugh, and Shane does too

“Glad I could help,” he teases, helping you put your clothes back on. Shane looks at his watch before looking at you. “We can still make it to the restaurant.” You look at him as you crawl back into the passenger seat

“Or… we could go back home?” you suggest, and Shane grins, scurrying to the driver's seat and restarting the car. 

“Yeah. Yeah, we can do that too”

Being on tour with a baby was starting to become the hardest thing in your life. Not only would you be suffering from jet lag as you go from city to city, but you also suffer from mom brain. Luckily, you had Shane. As a rockstar, Shane helped out a lot, holding Bowie in the studio while you lay down for a quick nap, or keeping him entertained so you could have time to yourself. 

 Now Bowie is eighteen months old and is more chaotic than ever. You and Shane are in the dressing room, Bowie in your lap, babbling away as Shane gets ready for sound check. You look over at Shane

“You ok, baby?” You ask, making Bowie stop babbling to look up at you, pointing up at you.  Shane looks over at the two of you and smiles 

“Fine,” he mumbles, walking over to sit beside you 

“Dada,” Bowie shouts, arms reaching out for Shane to hold him

“Hey buddy,” Shane mumbles, taking him from you, making him squeal. “Shhhh.” Shane laughs 

“You gonna be good for mommy while I’m gone?” Shane asks Bowie, who nods his head 

“I good.” he points to himself with a big smile that matches Shane’s 

“Yes, you are, Bo.” Shane kisses his forehead 

You lean against Shane, watching the scene play out in front of you. Sal opens the door, and you all look at him, and Bowie slides off of Shane’s lap, running towards him 

“SASA” Bowie shouts, grabbing his pant leg. Sal bends down to pick him up 

“Hey buddy. I didn’t know you were here,” Sal says as Shane gets up, walking over to Sal 

“Ready?” Shane asks, and Sal nods 

“Ok buddy, you gotta go hang out with your mom,” Sal whispers, putting Bowie back down 

“Nooo,” Bowie whines, grabbing Shane’s pant leg, tugging on it. “Dada stay.” Bowie stomps, and you sigh, standing up and walking over to him 

“Bowie, daddy has to work. We can go watch from the wings, ok?” You say, grabbing his hand as Bowie looks up at you with a frown before plopping down on the ground, making you sigh 

“No,” he cries, and you look at Shane and Sal 

“Run,” you mouth, and they nod, making their way out. 

“Bowie, come on baby, you gotta calm down. We can go watch him when you calm down,” you say, picking him up from the ground as he sniffles into your neck 

“Otay,” he mumbles, rubbing his eyes.

 You could tell he was tired after a day of running around beforehand, and now he’s starting to crash; you just hoped it would be before Shane actually went on. You make your way to the right wing of the stage where most of the crew is to watch Shane do his sound check. Bowie in your arms squirms around when he sees Sam walking over to the two of you 

“Hey,” he whispers, and you smile softly 

“Hi,” you mumble as Bowie hides in your neck 

“Ammy,” Bowie mumbles, causing you and Sam to laugh 

“Hey, bud.” Sam ruffles his hair before looking over to you

“Shane asked for me to check up on you, said someone was having a moment when he left.” Sam's eyes shift to Bowie’s, and you laugh

“We’re ok; someone’s just tired, and he only wants one person when he’s like that,”  you sigh, and Sam nods 

“Dad's man through and through, I see.” You nod, and Bowie looks over where Shane sits on the stage at the sound of his voice 

“Dada” you nod against Bowie’s cheek 

“Yeah, remember we gotta stay here,” you whisper, turning him so his back is against your chest. Bowie whines, reaching for Shane even though he can't see him

“Bowie,” you warn, trying to stop the disaster you feel coming 

“I got him,” Sal says, coming over to you, taking Bowie from you, letting you take a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding 

“Thank you. I need to pee,” you say, scurrying off quickly to the bathroom. 

Sal nods as you walk away; his head turns back to Bowie, who has a pout on his face, hands making fists as he rubs his eyes 

“You tried, Bo?” Sal asks, and Bowie shakes his head 

“No no no” Bowie squirms, making Sal laugh as he adjusts him “wanna go” Sal raises a brow

“Go where?” Sal asks, and Bowie points to Mitch, who was two feet away. Sal nods, setting him down. “Be careful,” Sal whispers 

The moment Sal’s hands let go of Bowie, he takes off, making his way straight towards Shane on the stage 

“No, fuck.” Sal starts to go but stops when he hears your voice

“Where’s my baby?” 

“So after back to friends I would say the-” at the sound of the crowd making ‘aw’ sounds shane turns to see Bowie wobbly running towards him. Shane’s eyes widen as he looks over at the wings to see you with your hands on your face and Sal looking like he’d just been kicked in the balls

“Well hello there,” Shane says, putting down the microphone to help Bowie onto the couch. “Run away from mommy, I see?” Bowie laughs, climbing into Shane's lap, grabbing the microphone 

“Ba.” Shane grabs the microphone back from him 

“Ok.” Shane laughs. “What was I saying before?” Shane tries to carry on with the Q and A, but Bowie is making it his mission to be distracting 

“Dada sing?” Bowie pats Shane’s cheek, making the crowd laugh 

“Yes Bo, daddy sings” Shane confirms and Bowie claps 

“Sing sing.” Bowie puts his hands on Shane’s face, making Shane pull away 

“Hey, remember mommy told us about nice hands?” Shane whispers, and Bowie frowns 

“Sowwy.” Bowie puts his hands back in his lap, and Shane kisses his forehead

“Alright, let's go back to mommy, yeah,” Shane mumbles, going to stand up 

“Nooooo” Bowie whines, making Shane sigh 

“Never mind then,” Shane mumbles, sitting back down. “Sorry, guys,” he says to the crowd, but they all are too focused on how adorable Bowie is to care 

“We’ll finish up questions then do a cover,” Shane looks over. “Two more questions is what I’m getting told” 

Bowie sits in Shane’s lap for the rest of the sound check. Sometimes he’d comment here and there about something, making everybody laugh. As Shane does a cover of ‘She Will Be Loved’ by Maroon 5, he looks down to see Bowie asleep, making him stop 

“Sorry guys, sorry,” he whispers into the microphone. “This guy like never sleeps.” Shane looks over to the wings, making eye contact with you, and you make your way on stage to grab Bowie 

“My hot and sexy girlfriend, everyone,” Shane says into the microphone, making you roll your eyes as you take Bowie from him 

“Thanks,” you mumble as Bowie stirs in your arms before letting out a soft breath. “I’ll be in the dressing room.” Shane nods 

“Ok, love you,” Shane mumbles back, watching you walk back into the wings before looking back at the crowd 

“Ok, from the top” 

The idea was risky; in your opinion, you knew it was just an excuse for you to be with Shane until he needed to get out on stage. But who were you to turn down making out with your boyfriend? You are just a girl after all.

The plan was simple: it would just be you and Shane in the car, and when the door opened, act as if the two of you had just gotten caught. 

So now, here you are, looking at Shane in the car, his jacket covering his open shirt, leather pants, and a drink in the cup holder 

“I think this is your best outfit so far,” you say as Shane slowly pulls you closer 

“Yeah, you think?” he teases you slightly, but you nod anyway 

“Yeah, it’s simple, but nice, very rockstar of you,” you mumble, and Shane laughs 

“Ok, I’ll take it, I guess. Come here,” he mumbles, patting his thigh, and you huff but climb over the cup holder to sit down in his lap. “You know, for this to be convincing, we gotta sell it,” he grins, running a hand through your hair

“I’m a great actress, thank you,” you scoff, and Shane hums 

“Oh yeah? Wanna show me?” he taunts you, and you nod, finger circling his collarbone 

Shane takes that as all the encouragement he needs to guide you by the back of your neck to kiss him. It was sweet and soft. Your hands play with the hairs on the back of his neck, making him laugh against your lips.

“Stop,” you laugh back as you pull away, making him laugh even more 

“Sorry. Sorry,” he says, hand coming up to your face. “You’re beautiful. You know that?” You smile at him, tilting your head slightly 

“You’ve mentioned it a time or 2” you tease, and he grins before kissing you once again

The kiss was more passionate this time. Shane pulls your body closer to deepen the kiss, making you whine a little into his mouth. Shane grins, gaining some confidence, as his tongue slides into your mouth. 

Your hands run up his chest, find his shoulders, and slide his jacket down so you can get a better view of his open shirt. You pull away, making Shane chase your lips.

“Not done,” Shane groans, head dipping down to find your neck as you thread your hands through his hair 

“Shane,” you mumble as he bites down, definitely leaving a few bruises in his wake. He pulls back, admiring his work for a moment before smiling at you 

“Those will look pretty when I get back,” he teases before kissing your lips once again, but pulls away quickly. “Hold on,” he mumbles. 

Shane grabs his drink and puts it up in the front seat so he can put the cup holder compartment away 

“Lay down for me, baby,” he mumbles, and you nod, sliding down the seats, and Shane laughs, watching you struggle before hovering over top of you 

“You sure we got time for this?” You ask, and Shane scoffs 

“Baby, the show can’t start without me,” he says with a grin before leaning down to kiss you. 

Your legs come up, wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer to your pelvis as your hands roam his chest. Heavy breaths fill the car as the two of you continue to make out. 

“Fuck baby,” Shane groans as you grind up towards him. “You know I can’t control myself around you,” he mumbles against your neck before kissing down your chest where your shirt stops. 

“Shane, I-” your words stop at the sudden movement of the car door opening and a camera being in your face 

“Shit,” Shane mumbles, sitting up and helping you as well. 

The audience goes crazy as you and Shane both look a mess, the obvious hickey on your neck, Shane’s jacket being on the floorboard of the car. His hair looked messier than normal. 

Yeah, this was not part of the plan. Shane laughs, shaking his head as he helps you out of the car and grabs his pina colada. The cameraman follows the both of you backstage, where he starts to do pushups. You laugh watching him before he nods his head, signaling for you to get down on the ground as well 

You sigh, lowering yourself to the ground as Shane sits on his knees looking at you  

“Lay down,” he shouts so you can hear him. You raise a brow but do it anyway. You’ve learned not to question him at this point. Once you're down on the ground, Shane crawls over to you, hovering over you like he was in the car moments ago, except this time he starts to do push-ups above you. Each time he comes down, he gives you a short peck on the lips, making the crowd go insane. 

When he gets back up, he helps you up before kissing you one last time. It’s passionate, and he dips you at the end, making you grab his shirt as he pulls you back up 

“Love you,” he grins as he walks onto the stage. The band starts to play as he walks over to the mic. “Sorry about that,” he laughs before starting the show.  

“Guy, look at how nice this hotel bathroom is,” you say, busting open the door to reveal the bathroom, along with Shane in it. Sitting on the toilet, scrolling on his phone

“Uh. Hi?” Shane says, looking up from his phone, quickly trying to cover himself up once he sees you recording. “Why are you recording?” he asks

“You’re not in it. I’m showing everybody how nice this bathroom is. Isn’t it nice?” you ask. You turn your phone to mirror, catching Shane in the corner, tilting away 

“Can you not wait till I’m done?” 

“Well, you said you were going to take a shower, and that would fog up the mirror, so no,” you say, walking over to the shower curtain. “I mean, guys, just look at this!” you say, running your hand on the curtain

“The shower was an invitation,” Shane mumbles, and you turn to look at him, bringing the camera with you. Making him lean down

“Shane, I’m recording,” you gasp, and he throws his hands up

“And I'm butt-ass naked on the toilet. I think what I said is ok” he huffs, and you laugh

“Wow. Ok” you sigh. “Anyway, guys look at these towels”

“Is this a prank? This has to be something you never come into the bathroom with me in it fully clothed,” Shane says with a sigh as your mouth gapes open

“Oh my god shane-”

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You don’t know how you ended up here. That’s a lie; you know exactly how you ended up here. The same way you end up here every time this happens before a show. You’re in the dressing room with Shane. Sitting on the couch as he gets ready for his performance. You don’t have to look up to know he’s pacing nervously around the room

“You’re gonna do great, babe,” you say, putting your phone on the side table and looking up at him. Shane stops in his tracks and looks at you with a smile 

“Thanks,” he says, letting out a deep breath, and you nod

“Always. Now, what are you going to wear tonight?” you ask as you clap your hands together. Shane laughs, walking over to his clothing rack 

“I don’t know yet,” he mumbles more to himself than to you. You lean your head back to find him standing there. You sigh, standing up

“Well, I’d prefer it if you wore nothing,” you hum, poking his shoulder, making Shane turn to look at you with a grin 

“Yeah, I know you do,” he laughs, grabbing your waist. “You gonna be in the crowd or in the wings?” Shane asks, his voice low as his head dips to rest in the crook of your neck.

“Where do you want me?” you ask, and you feel Shane laugh against your neck at the question 

“I want you on stage with me, but since that’s not an option, I’ll take you being in the crowd,” Shane mumbles into your neck, and you nod as he lifts his head up from your neck 

“Then I’ll be in the nosebleeds,” you confirm as Shane nods 

“Good. get a pretty face to look at while I'm singing,” Shane says, and you laugh  

“Don’t be cringy,” you grimace, and Shane laughs 

“Right. My bad.” Shane puts his hands up before dropping them on your shoulders. “I love you so much,” Shane mutters before dipping his head down to kiss you. 

The kiss started soft and sweet, but as your arms crept around his neck, he started deepening the kiss. Pushing your body closer to his as he opened his mouth to let your tongue dart into his mouth. Shane pulls away slowly, sucking on your tongue he does. 

“I could go for a quickie.” Shane grins, and you scoff, rolling your eyes 

“Are you serious? Someone could walk in.” You shove Shane lightly, and he laughs. 

“Like who? Sal? Mitch? Yeah right. They’re all probably hanging out. And if anyone ever comes in here, they know to knock,” Shane tells you, and you sigh, staring up at him for a moment 

“Please baby, help me relax and lose some of the nerves,” he whines,, lip jutting out to form a pout, making you give in 

“Fine, fine,” you sigh as Shane grins in victory 

“You’re amazing, and I love you.” Shane kisses you again, guiding you to the couch where he plops down, pats his thigh, signaling you to sit down. 

You settle down onto his lap, your arms wrapping around his neck as he finds your waist. Shane’s mouth finds your neck instantly, sucking and biting on the skin, making you gasp at the suddenness. Your hands run through his curls as he attacks your neck, leaving bruises along the way. You tug at the hem of his shirt, and Shane pulls away from your neck, smiling at you 

“Someone’s excited,” he teases, and you frown 

“You said quickie. This isn’t seeming to be very quick,” you state, and Shane hums 

“Oh well. Not like the show can start without me,” he grins as you lift up his shirt and he does the same to you, grinning when he sees the bra underneath 

“My favorite bra,” Shane gasps, hand coming up to his chest. “Did you wear this for me?” 

“Didn’t know you’d see it,” you lie, and shame tilts his head 

“Mhm, sure,” Shane hums, sitting up to unclasp the bra as it slides down your shoulders, and he adds it to the pile with your shirts. 

“It may be my favorite, but I like it better on the floor so I can see your boobs,” Shane says, and you look at him 

“That was cringy” you say, nose scrunching 

“I’m just an honest man. I know what I like.” Shane hums before grabbing one of your breasts, brushing over the nipple before attaching his lip. Sucking on your breasts makes you arch your back; you bring it closer to him. 

As he sucks on one breast, his hand kneads the other, making you whine, slowly grinding against his thigh. 

“Shane, you said this-" Shane pulls away a string of saliva connected to him and your breast 

“Yeah, yeah. Quickie, I know,” he huffs, adjusting on the couch as he unbuttons his pants, making you laugh 

“Sorry,” you whisper, and he stops looking up at you 

“It’s alright. Don’t be sorry.” He reassures you, pulling you in for another kiss. You sigh into the kiss, shoulders relaxing as your hands find Shane’s buttons and continue where he left off. 

Your hand dips into his boxers, pulling his cock out, making him hiss as the cool air hits it. Your eyes drift down as you slowly stroke his cock. Shane’s eyes flutter closed as he lets out a deep groan 

“Fuck babe, I-” the door busts open 

“Yo Shane, I was- Oh my god.” Sal quickly turns around, looking away from the two of you as you scream. 

“Sal, what the fuck?” you yell as you quickly throw your shirt back on and Shane tucks his cock back into his boxers 

“I didn’t know you were here, sorry,” Sal mumbles as you huff  

“You can turn around now,” Shane states, and Sal slowly turns around, looking at the two of you 

“That's disgusting, by the way. First of all, dude, I thought we had something. I walk in on you with her,” he points to you, and you laugh at him being dramatic. 

Shane’s mouth gapes open at Sal's words. This is not the conversation he thought they’d have, but it could be worse 

“Sal, please forgive me, man,” Shane says, taking a step closer to him, but Sal holds a hand up 

“No, no, I can’t.” You snort at the scene in front of you and pat Shane on the back 

“And now you've got to go perform on stage with him after he rejected you.” Shane looks over at you, eyes wide 

“You’re siding with him?” he points to you, then at Sal 

“Dude, of course she is.” Sal shrugs, and you look at him 

“Um, no, I’m siding with myself in the fact that I told you we shouldn’t have been doing this in the first place.” You poke Shane's chest, and he nods, defeated 

“True,” he mumbles, and Sal whistles 

“Oof, she got you there, dude.”  Sal sighs. “Anyway, you guys are nasty, did not need to see all that, Shane. They need you in five.” Sal turns to you and smiles lightly. “I didn't see anything, trust. Except for maybe Shane's dick.” You laugh lightly as Shane groans 

“Thanks, Sal,” you mumble, and he nods

“Ok, gonna go tell the boys about this, Shane?” Sal nods his head and Shane nods

“Coming,” Shane mumbles, looking at you for a moment before kissing your head. You smile softly and then look up at him 

“I’ll see you out there,” you mumble, and Shane nods “Try not to get too hard,” you tease before pushing him out the door