#drum practice

I sit at Shannon's enormous drum kit and look over each item curiously while playing with a set of his drum sticks in my hands.   I always watched him closely when he was rehearsing and found the beats and rhythms he made, fascinating.  I'd been wanting to teach myself to drum for a while but anxiety had stopped me from asking Shannon to help me out; now that same anxiety was making it hard for me to even hit one of the drum skins.

Biting my lip and taking a breath I slowly go over a sequence in my head; it’s slower and it's not a Mars song but it's one I had seen Shannon play many times and it seemed easy enough for me as a starting point.  I highly doubted ever getting to the stage where I could play Battle of One but even Hurricane or Walk on Water would make me happy.

After going over the motions of Bad Romance a few more times in my head and letting my hands follow without actually hitting the drums, I drop my arms and start timidly hitting the skins.  It takes a while, a few goes around, but I manage to get up to speed and not miss any beats.  I squeak and clap my hands happily feeling super proud of myself. 

Shannon claps his hands behind me making me jump and yell.

“Fuck! How long have you been there?!” I drop the drum sticks and almost fall off the stool.

“Shit!” Shannon catches me and makes sure I don't fall off.  “...Long enough.  You did good baby!”

I blush and can't help a proud smile from spreading across my face “thank you… you inspire me.” 

He crouches down beside me and smiles softly “Thank you baby. That means a great deal to me” pressing kisses to my hands. “I have an idea…” Shannon smiles and moves to sit behind me on a spare amp he had yet to fix. 

“What you doing?” I frown and pick up the fallen drum sticks.

“I’m gonna give you a few lessons and get you playing something a bit faster.” He grins.

“...oh-kay…” I swallow thickly and bite my lip.

Shannon wraps his arms around me and shows me the best way to hold the sticks, how to sit comfortably and then goes over some simple beats, going through the basic rules and motions.  Every time I get something right or close to right I feel him drop a kiss to my shoulder or neck. 

“You've done good!” He smiles proudly at me “time to go snuggle up I think!” 

I look to the clock and blink “oh… yeah I guess so!” I hadn't realised how long we had been sat practicing but it did explain why my shoulders were so sore.

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I roll my shoulders and huff as I once again start beating the drum skins to Night of The Hunter.  My choice of tee and panties was a good idea; both are stuck to my skin with sweat.  I had never realised just how much of a work out drumming is and I had never felt so happy about doing a work out.

I'm so into the beat that I don't hear the door open and close.  I don't hear Shannon step in and stand behind me.  I don't hear him move that same broken amp to sit on.

I feel his hands on my waist and I yell, dropping the sticks.

“Sorry babygirl.” Shannon chuckles and combs his fingers through my hair to pull it back off my face. 

“Damnit boo-bear!” I grumble but lean back against him happily. 

He smiles and kisses my temple. “You're really fuckin’ good baby.”

I shrug and pick up the sticks from the floor without moving from Shannon.  “I’m getting there.”

“No, I mean it. You've been practicing hard! It's paying off.” He drops kisses to my shoulder and rests his hands on my thighs.

“Thank you baby.” I smile warmly and nuzzle him.

“Wanna carry on? I wanna hear more.” He smirks; a smirk means he's planning something but I do need to get some more tension out of me.

“Any particular request?” 

“Whatever you wanna play.” He smiles.

I nod, I guess now is as good a time as any to try and get Battle up to speed and who better to help me if I miss beats?

Straightening up a little I stretch and get myself comfy, feeling Shannon move to make sure his chest was against my back again and his lips rested just against the edge of my ear.

What the fuck was he planning?

I head into Night of The Hunter again and mix in with some Battle of One; my own personal mix, before playing Night of The Hunter fully and starting on Battle.  While I'm hitting every beat Shannon's hands stroke over my thighs and I can feel him growing against me. Licking my lips I give it my all and almost stop when he slips a hand into my panties and curls his fingers against me with a moan.  Somehow I manage to keep time and not miss a beat; this must have been surprising to Shannon also as he teases over my pussy with his finger tips.

I gasp and blink, shaking my head to clear it then continue because I'm such a stubborn shit and there was no way he was going to distract me that easily.   Shannon ups his game and also owes me a new tee as he rips the one I’m wearing to pull it off me, I growl but don't stop drumming.  Shannon's breath is hot against my shoulder and neck, his lips soft and his free hand trails up my now naked torso to cup my breast.

“Trying to distract me bear?” I bite my lip.

“Is it working?” He nips my shoulder.

I fail to hold back a moan and miss three beats before getting back into the song. “...Yes.”

I don't know how it happened because Shannon moved so damn fast.  I’m lifted, turned, my panties ripped off me and then I’m pressed against the glass of the booth with my leg around Shannon's hip, his hand gripping my thigh.

“Wrap your arms around me.” It’s a demand; he isn't asking or suggesting - he’s telling me.  Who am I to not follow his orders?

I’ve barely got myself stabilised when Shannon thrusts deep into me in one snap of his hips.  I don't even know when he kicked off his bottoms but does it matter?

His thrusts are deep and rough; barely pulling out of me before snapping his hips back into me.  I pant and moan, unable to make any words as Shannon relentlessly pounds into me.  I move my hips to his thrusts as best as I could but end up letting him do all the work as I cling to him and keep myself upright.

Shannon grunts against my ear and pants heavily.  Neither of us are going to last too much longer but I think that was his plan the entire time.  Leaning my head forward against his shoulder I manage to whine his name desperately and he speeds up his thrusts. I grip his back, my nails biting into his taught flesh and groan loudly.  

“Cum for me!” He growls and grinds his hips against me just right.  I all but cum on command, grateful that Shannon is holding me up as my leg turns to jelly and I lean fully against him.

Shannon growls and thrusts a few more times before calling out roughly - after a few seconds I feel his release trailing down my inner thigh.  We stand leaning against the glass for some moments while regaining control of our breathing and my legs stop shaking so much. 

“I know frustrated drumming when I hear and see it.” Shannon whispers.

I flush red and bury my face in the crook of his neck “thank you.”