It was definitely a power trip for him. The tour had been more than successful for his band, and Juno’s band was getting quite a bit of press coverage out of it as well. They’d just done a stint in Toronto and she’d had a whole newspaper article written about her and her vocals and while Gavin was proud of her, part of him was possessive. More fame meant more groupies and more people trying to fuck her, and even though he technically had no claim on her whatsoever, he liked the idea of her being his to do what he wanted with, despite having a girlfriend who was perfectly willing and able to do whatever he wanted. Rachel, for the record, was mad at him this week because he’d sent her the fuck home. Having his girl at a few shows was cool, but for the entire tour? Not fun at all.
They were out west at this point, in a dingy club in downtown Seattle, and Gavin was impressed by how quickly the place had sold out. Even their merch had gone fast. They had two songs left in their set and Gavin was glad that drumming came as a second nature to him because his eyes were on Juno as she held court by the bar in a semi-roped off VIP area. At least three women and a handful of men were plying her with drinks and compliments, clearly enthralled with her and trying to end up back at the hotel with her that evening, since tonight was one of the nights they actually didn’t have to sleep on one of the two tour buses they were using.
By the time the set is done, he’s so annoyed that after he tosses his sticks to the crowd and pats himself dry with a towel that one of the roadies tosses to him, Gavin’s off the stage and over at the bar, pushing his way through the crowd and barely muttering an ‘excuse me’ as he interrupted the small group to move in front of Juno. Winding his arm around her shoulder, he gripped the back of her neck firmly and pulled her to him, kissing her roughly and definitely possessively, acting on instinct alone without a care to who might be watching and what they might be thinking.
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