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the late hours of thursday night blurs into friday sometime around the georgia state line.

gunner, my boyfriend, just finished one of his tour stops in atlanta and he plays at rolling loud tomorrow - or today, i guess.

the tour bus smells like his cologne mixed with weed and the slightest bit of sweat. the highway lights outside blend together as they shine across the tinted windows every couple of seconds.

gunner's somehow still awake.

i don't know how he does this - perform his heart out and still stay up hours afterwards.

i glance up from where i'm curled in the corner booth of the couch and catch him standing near the kitchenette, digging through the mini fridge.

he's changed out of his sweat-soiled clothes from earlier into a simple pair of gray sweats. they hang low on his hips. his chain still adorns his neck, catching the light from outside every so often.

"whatcha looking for, gun?" i ask him softly.

he continues looking through the mini fridge.

"jus something to drink," he tells me.

"i got some water over here if you want it. it's cold," i offer.

he shuts the fridge, turning around to come back over to me. i hand the almost full water bottle to him.

"thanks, ma," he says, grabbing the bottle and taking a large gulp from it.

he sets it back down on a ledge before crashing down next to me.

"you excited for tomorrow, baby?" i ask.

he cuddles into my side, his head nestling into my chest. i see a lazy grin appear on his face.

"hell yeah. it's gonna be the best rolling loud yet," he tells me.

i smile at his response. he obviously is excited by these types of things, but he doesn't always show his full emotions. but i'm happy that he's happy.

i run my fingers through his mostly blonde hair, his ends black and his darker blonde roots beginning to grow in. i softly massage and scratch at his head.

"mhm," i hum. "you nervous at all?"

he thinks about it for a second.

"not really. i'm jus hype for the whole festival," he replies.

"hmm," i hum in response.

he pulls his phone out, beginning to scroll on some social media app.

i lay on the couch with him on top of me, massaging his head until i end up falling asleep.

by the time i properly wake up the next morning, sunlight pours into the bus windows.

and he's gone.

i don't really think much of it. festival days are always chaos.

he must've placed a blanket on me though, because i don't remember having one last night.

i check my phone and see a few texts from him.

gunner

hey ma they wanted me to to leave early for the festival n shi but i'll see u later right?

y/n

hi i just saw this && yes i'll see u later!! lmk when ur coming back

he hearts my message.

i get myself ready for the day, missing his presence while doing so.

it's been a few hours and i still haven't heard from or seen him.

"have you seen him yet?" i ask one of his stylists that stepped onto the bus to grab something.

she almost grins in a way that i don't know what to make of it. almost like she knows something i don't.

"he's been busy all morning."

real helpful.

gunner starts sending me some texts around noon.

gunner

hey baby u alive?

y/n

barely i miss u

gunner

ur dramatic and i miss u too i'll see u soon

i text him a little while after that..

y/n

where are you like actually

the typing bubble appears.

then disappears.

then appears again.

gunner

getting ready for 2nite

y/n

cryptic ass

gunner

you'll survive bby

annoying.

the entire day passes like that.

tiny texts between long stretches of silence.

he doesn't go on until 8:30 so i really don't know why i haven't seen him at all.

i don't think he's doing something that i would consider bad, he's probably just going through his planned set for tonight.

maybe he'll decide to change things up from his tour, i don't know.

i decide to go out and enjoy myself at some sets before he has to go on.

the festival grounds get more crowded by the hour. the bass vibrates so heavily beneath my feet as people swarm the stages under the brutal florida heat.

another few hours passes and i'm slightly worn out from being within the huge crowds watching the musicians perform.

i get a text from gunner.

gunner

u can come backstage now they jus told me

y/n

kk im omw

and so i find my way towards the stage he's playing on tonight, flashing my pass to the security guards, then trying to find him.

i see some members of his team; his stylists, managers, other random people who help out with him; but i don't see him yet.

where could he possibly be?

i'm sitting on some couch talking with his manager before noticing a figure that looks like him. they're facing away and has the same build and stature.

they're wearing a white jacket. white jeans. suspiciously familiar checkered vans. a white beanie.

but what isn't familiar to me is the ends of red hair poking from underneath the beanie.

that can't be gunner - right?

i squint my eyes, taking another look at the person.

their hand falls to their side and i notice some very familiar tattoos.

what the fuck.

am i imagining this?

but then i see the person now turn slightly to the side, and the facial features confirm it as him.

my mouth actually falls open.

it's almost like he feels me staring because he glances over his shoulder.

and immediately grins, showing off his silver grills.

his annoyingly smug but sexy grin.

"there you are, girl," he says, walking over to me.

i stand up from the couch, taking a step closer to him.

i can't take my eyes off the bit of red hair that's visible.

"what did you do?" i ask, shock evident in my voice.

"what?" he asks innocently.

"your hair," i say, reaching out to touch the ends of it. "it's red."

gunners smirk widens. "it is."

i look at him like he's crazy.

"when did you have the time to do this?" i ask.

"this morning," he tells me. "that's why i left early."

i keep looking at his hair.

"yeah, i've made that connection now."

i pull the white beanie off his head, seeing his full head of hair actually dyed red.

the red doesn't even look bad. not at all. i'm just so surprised that he did this.

"oh my gosh, baby, why didn't you tell me anything?" i ask him, running my fingers along the roots of his freshly dyed hair.

"wanted to surprise you. did it work?" he grins.

i smile, still shocked.

"yeah," i laugh. "it did. but did you have to disappear all day for this?" i ask.

"for this?" he repeats, faking offense. "this is art, ma."

i laugh, continuing to feel his hair.

"i gotta go on soon, girl," he tells me.

"i know.. i'm just," i exhale slightly, "still so shocked."

he grins at that.

i hand him back his beanie.

"you staying side stage?" he asks as he puts his beanie back on his head.

i nod. "obviously."

"good."

he leans down closer to me, a mix of cologne and something minty on his breath washing over me, and kisses my forehead.

"i'll see you after, ma."

i smile.

thousands of people erupt into cheers and hollers the second he walks out.

i barely even register the beginning of his set because all i can focus on is him. well more specifically, his red hair.

the beanie doesn't last long, fully revealing his new hair to the crowd.

as per usual, he gradually strips himself of his jacket and shirt.

it started to rain somewhere in the middle of all of this, the rainwater mixing with his sweat to soak his hair and skin. his freshly red hair sticks to the sides of his face. the water dripping down his torso is enough to make me even forget where i am right now.

and it seems like he knows that.

he's only glanced at me a few times, but he constantly runs a hand through his hair, tilting his head just right while the cameras are on him. his smug grin feels way too intentional not to be.

at one time in specific, after basically rubbing up on himself, he looks over at me, finding my eyes instantly. his stupid smirk widens and i roll my eyes dramatically at that. he just laughs into the mic before turning his attention back toward the crowd.

when gunner finishes his set, he immediately comes over to me. his body is damp and he's out of breath.

all he does is flash me a metal capped smile.

"you did great, baby," i praise, smiling at him.

"yeah?" he grins harder.

"mhm, the rain made it so much better," i tell him.

his hand briefly slides along my waist as he reaches somewhere behind me to grab a water bottle from someone nearby.

"yeah, it was fucking sick," he enthuses, downing the bottled beverage.

after backstage clears out a little, the two of us end up wandering through the festival grounds while some of his team trails behind us.

the florida air is still hot even this late at night.

people recognize him instantly, even with his glasses on.

they ask for photos, many complimenting his career as well as his new red hair. some also ask me for photos.

he stays cool about all of it, one hand loosely hooked around my wrist half the time so we don't get separated in the crowds.

but his touches linger in a more.. suggestive way than usual.

aside from his thumb absentmindedly rubbing circles against the inside of my wrist, his large hands consistently find my waist and my lower back. they stay there longer than needed.

..which is all slowly driving me insane.

we stop near another stage for a while, standing off to the side while someone performs on stage.

i'm not even paying attention to the music anymore.

not when gunner keeps leaning down close to my ear every time talks so i can hear him over the noise.

not when, as he does this, his lips dust the lobes of my ears and the sides of my face.

not when i can feel the burning heat from his body every time someone in the crowd bumps into me and he instinctively pulls me even closer to him.

"you can't take your eyes off my hair, ma?" he suddenly asks.

"no, i can't," i look at him. "it's so different, baby. but i like it. like a lot."

he chuckles. "thanks."

gunner takes both of his hands and place them on my waist, squeezing my skin there.

i grin up at him.

he knows exactly what he's doing to me.

another hour or two passes like that.

at some point gunner switches from his hype post-performance energy into something a little more quieter.

not tired.

but a bit more calmer.

and definitely more touchy.

it's now midnight and considering he performed earlier, he was pretty beat.

so we decided to go back to our hotel room we booked for the weekend.

gunner looks down at me.

"you tired?"

"a little," i reply.

his eyes move across my face for a second before he reaches his hand up and adjusts one of my necklaces.

the parking lots outside the festival are still chaotic when we finally leave.

music echoes faintly from distant stages while groups of people wander through the humid night toward hotels, ubers, and afterparties.

gunner keeps close beside me the entire walk.

one hand low against my back. it's both protective and possessive.

by the time we reach the black SUV waiting for us, exhaustion finally starts settling into my bones.

and somehow the tension between us hasn't gone away all night.

if anything, it's gotten worse.

gunner sits in the seat beside me, stretching his arm across the back of my seat behind me.

his head tilts back against the leather for a second, eyes closing briefly.

i admire him like this for a moment before looking out the windows as we drive towards our hotel.

sometime during the drive, his hand settles on my thigh.

his thumb taps a few times against my skin, his fingers squeezing me slightly before he pulls away like nothing happened.

annoying.

by the time we finally pull up to the hotel, it's even later now.

his manager already gave us our key cards so we swiftly make our way through the lobby towards the elevator, going inside.

gunner stands beside me with his head leaning back against the mirrored wall, eyes half closed with exhaustion.

or maybe something else.

i can feel him looking at me.

"what?" i ask quietly after a second.

his eyes slowly move across my face before settling on mine again.

"you've been looking at me crazy all night."

i let out a small laugh. "am i not allowed to look at my boyfriend?"

his lips twitch into a grin.

"never said that."

as the elevator begins to move, i rest my body against the wall beside him, still looking at him.

his hair is messy from the humidity and rain, red strands going every which way.

i reach over and push a few strands back.

gunner's eyes stay on mine the entire time.

"still can't believe you did this," i murmur.

"you like it that much?"

"mhm."

my fingers slide through the wet strands near the side of his head.

then he steps closer.

close enough that his chain brushes lightly against my arm.

his hand settles on my waist again, his fingers brushing back and forth against me.

"the red hair really got you like this?" he asks teasingly.

i laugh. "you performing in the rain half naked probably helped too."

his eyes darken at this as he smiles.

then the elevator dings and the doors slide open.

we stay where we are for a second more.

he leans down closer to my ear.

"c'mon, ma," he says quietly. "before i stop bein patient."

a smug grin tugs at his mouth before he steps back, letting his hand fall from my waist only long enough for us to walk down the hallway toward our room.

gunner unlocks the hotel room door and pushes it open for me first.

the room it dimly lit, the orlando city lights spilling in through the massive windows.

i see our bags placed on the side of the room. he must've had someone arranged to bring them here before we arrived.

i hear gunner lock the door behind me.

i turn around, watching him slowly stalk toward me.

his hands take ahold of my waist one again.

"you looked so pretty side stage tonight," he compliments.

i blink, smiling bashfully.

"yeah?"

"mhm," his fingers tighten against my skin. "would've watched you the whole time if i could."

i grin.

he then leans into me and kisses my lips.

it quickly gets heated, almost like a switch was flicked on.

our tongues colliding in symphony as he pulls me even closer, pressing our bodies together.

i bring my hands up to get tangled in his hair. i tug on it slightly which earns me a moan from him.

he starts walking me backwards until the back of my legs hits the bed.

he pushes me to sit down and our lips disconnect.

"fuck, ma," he exhales.

he's already taking off his jacket and kicking off his shoes.

he pulls at my tiny top.

"take this off for me."

my hands reach for the bottom of my shirt, quickly pulling it over my head. i'm left in my lacy bra and my skirt.

i see him borderline lick his lips at this.

gunner leans in for another kiss, leaning on both palms placed on either side of me. it turns rougher almost instantly. he kisses me like he's desperate.

he gently bites at my lip and starts to pull at my skirt as i slip my shoes off my feet.

his hands grip my thighs, puling me closer to the edge of the bed until i'm right against him. his fingers slide higher up on my legs, close to where i need him most.

his red locks are damp between my fingers. i tug at his hair again and he lets out another low sound against my lips.

"fuck," he mutters, eyes half-lidded as he looks down at me. "you keep doing that-"

i grin slightly, doing it again on purpose.

his jaw tightens.

"you're bad tonight," he says.

"learned from you," i reply.

he laughs once under his breath before kissing me harder.

his cold chain brushes against my skin while he leans further over me, one hand planted next to me while the other grips my thigh.

"been driving me crazy all night," he quietly admits, somewhat out of breath.

i look up at him. "you disappeared all day and came back looking like this. what did you expect?"

his smirk returns.

"you obsessed with me?"

i roll my eyes, but my hands slide from his hair down along his chest anyway.

"you're so cocky," i murmur.

"and you still can't stop touching me."

can't say he's wrong.

gunner kisses down my neck briefly before pulling back just enough to look at me sitting beneath him.

his gaze drags over me. his expression noticeably darkens.

"yeah," he says quietly to himself. "you look too fuckin' pretty right now."

i grin at him.

"go sit by the headboard," he tells me.

i softly bite my lip, pushing myself back until my back is resting against the pillows by the headboard.

i watch as he stands there, taking his gucci belt off with one hand and throwing it to the side. he crawls towards me.

our lips connect once again as he hovers over me.

his kisses migrate off my lips to my jaw, then my neck. he litters wet kisses across my collarbone, slightly pushing me to sit up as he snakes his arm around to unclasp my bra. he pulls it off of me, tossing it somewhere in the room.

his lips trail to my breasts, pressing a few kisses there before sliding his lips down my torso.

his fingers toy with the side of my panties as he lightly bites and sucks a mark into my inner thigh, the contrast of his cold grills chilling against my warm skin. his pretty blue eyes look up into mine as he does this.

his hands separate my thighs further.

"gunner.." i breath out.

"hmm?"

his lips and fingers dance around everywhere but the spot i actually need him.

"c'mon.." i whine.

"what?" he grins at me from between my thighs.

i close my eyes, resting my head back on the pillow behind me for a second.

"i need you, baby.." i mewl.

"yeah?" he smirks, his tone cocky. "where do you need me, ma?" he says, fake innocence in his voice.

i whimper. "don't make me say it."

his smirk shows his silver covered teeth.

"at least say please, then."

i almost roll my eyes.

"please, gunner.." i reluctantly say.

he grins up at me. "see? wasn't that hard."

gunner then takes ahold of the sides of my panties, pulling them off of me.

"you're so wet, ma.." he almost moans as he notices my slick heat.

he presses an open-mouthed kiss to my pussy before starting off with small licks and nibbles.

"yes, gunner," i breath.

each of his hands wrap around my upper thighs, holding me in place as he works on me. he spreads my legs wide open, his hold strong enough where i couldn't fight it if i tried.

gunner quickly starts eating me out with more urgency. his tongue licks large stripes down my folds, making my back arch at the feeling.

he doesn't take his grills off, so the crisp metal almost makes me jolt every time it touches me.

"you taste so fucking good," he hums against me, only taking the smallest break before getting back to work.

his nose nudges at my clit while he sticks his tongue inside of me.

the pressure begins to build in my stomach.

he's too damn good at this.

"oh shit, gun," i loudly moan out.

i try to move my legs but his grasp on me doesn't allow me to. i loop my ankle around to press on his back, holding him where he is.

i reach down to tangle my fingers in his hair, the head of red hair between my legs a completely different sight from any other time we've done this.

i play with and pull at his hair while he eats me out, his moans vibrating and sending shocks down my spine.

i don't think i'll last much longer - not when he's trying this hard.

he then wraps his lips around my clit and begins sucking. my back instantly arches off the bed.

"oh my gosh, right there, baby," i mewl out.

my grip tightens in his hair and i press his head closer to me.

i throw my head back against the pillows and he pulls off me for the slightest second.

"don't take your eyes off me, ma," he says quietly.

but it's enough to make me listen to him.

so i lift my head up, looking at him through my half closed eyes.

i continue to let out more moans and lewd obscenities.

gunner doesn't stop his attack on my bud, and if anything has doubled down on it.

"i'm so close, baby," i whine.

i notice his hips slowly grinding into the bed underneath him in an attempt to relieve some pressure.

he eats me out more determinedly, not giving up this pace he's set.

i pull even more at his hair at this, my ankle and calf pushing harder into his back.

"i'm gonna cum, baby," i loudly exclaim.

he doesn't break eye contact with me as he carries on with his oral attack.

i let out a small whimper, before a final loud moan escapes from my mouth as i cum.

he eats me through it, slowing down only the slightest bit.

once he's milked me for all i've got, he pulls his mouth off me, planting a gentle kiss on my hip bone.

i try to catch my breath, my chest heaving up and down.

"you're so perfect, ma," he mutters, lifting himself up to hover over me once more.

i smile as he pecks my lips, the taste of myself on his mouth.

a/n : i wanted to post this last night but i was being lazy and didn't actually start writing until 1am :// but i hope u guys enjoy 😈 because ik i did 😈😈 red hair nett js does something to meeee idk its unexplainable 🤤 he looks tew good!!! anyway lmk what u guys think about this!! feel free to send me comments, questions, suggestions, or anything thru my inbox or private messages!! i'm still taking reqs but they're not at the top of my priorities regarding my fics atm!! likes/reblogs are greatly appreciated <2 love y'all!!

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