Chapter 6: Ice Age Warp

POV: Gabby / Zac

September 3, 2007; Seattle, Washington

San Francisco had been super fucking hot, we went north to Portland which was cooler but Seattle was so cold. The temperature and weather had changed to fast that it threw us all for a loop really. Sadly, Capri pants were all Maxwell had packed, because I was suppose to get pants in Tulsa when we stopped. Added, all he packed were sleeved or tank tops, no long sleeves or a jacket. Going in and out of the building unloading meant I was freezing my ass off by the time we got the trailer unloaded. Sure, the venue had heat but with the doors wide open, it was pointless. I continued to freeze until after the set up, moving around the cold floor wasn’t helping. I found a heater after everything was up and ready and tried to warm my arms up at least.

“Did you not bring pants? Jacket? Long-sleeves?” Taylor asked.

I looked at him. “Maxwell packed for warm weather. I didn’t expect Seattle to be this cold, it’s like we warped into the ice age between California and Seattle. Portland wasn’t even this cold!”

“Seattle’s weather is bi-polar. I have some extra long-sleeves shirts that should fit you. I don’t want you to get sick.”

“As long as Zac doesn’t want me to go across town, I should be fine.”

He walked away but returned about fifteen minutes later with a long-sleeve black shirt. “It’s why I came to find you actually. He asked for lunch but it’s across town, we have orders ready for everyone already.”

I rolled my eyes. “Of course he does, thank you for the shirt. Would I have time to drop by some place for some pants or something warmer?”

“No problem and yes. He has the list of orders.”

“Ok.” I said.

I went to the bathroom and changed into the long sleeve, granted it fit very well but it was super tight across my breast. Perfect. It took an insane amount of time to find Zac in the venue and he saw me as I walked up, he eyed me critically.

“If I’m not mistaken, that is Taylor’s shirt. Why are you wearing his shirt?”

I detected the hints of jealously in his voice, why he was jealous was beyond me but clearly he’d much rather it be his shirt or something.

“He felt bad for me since it’s so cold and you wanted me to drive across town.”

I saw his tongue dart across his lips and I was sure his eyes weren’t anywhere near my face, but I ignored it. He was just a horny male, nothing I could do about that. If he found my assets attractive well nothing I could do about that either.

“He said you have a list for lunch?”

“Yes. Couple people wanted stuff and Carrick is riding with you, there is a place close by he wants to visit.”

“Anyone else want anything?”

“No, I’ve asked.”

“It might be a bit later, Taylor said it was okay if I stopped and got a few pair of pants and long sleeves.”

He nodded, clearly more interested in the tightness than anything else. I found Carrick in the back and we headed out, with me driving. The place he was going was a clothing store, so I just opted to go there with him. They had blue jeans but lord they’d be tight as crap.

“I’m not sure these are right.”

“Worried Zac can’t handle it?”

“Yes, in fact I am. Pretty sure that while these look great on you they would just make me a walking sex ad to him.”

He giggled and got two pair of pants and then had me drive to another store, which had normal pants and I got a few pair and he picked out some long-sleeve shirts.

“Do you mind if I ask you something?”

“You are free to ask anything, doesn’t mean I will answer.”

“Fair enough. How long have you done this? You can’t be a day over 23 and you know so much about the band and I’ve seen you speak to some of the venue owners.”

“I started traveling with bands when I was 17, I toured with a local band named Twisted Metal, then I kept on with various bands, most have dissolved already.”

“So you’ve done this since you were 17?”

“Yeah. I enjoy it. It can be hard at times but it’s worth it.”

We walked to the front and I paid for the items and we then went to the restaurant, where we had to wait for the order.

“That shirt does fit you well.” He said.

I glanced up. “Not you too.”

“What?”

“I swear to god if you want to get in my pants too, I may just quit.”

He held up his hands. “No, No! I have a steady girlfriend and I meant it as a compliment only.”

I wasn’t really use to those and hearing that I could feel the rush of blood to my face. “Sorry, I just…”

“Hey, we’ve all dealt with Zac before, we understand. But, Gabby he won’t hurt you or anything, he’s an arrogant jackass but he understands that no means no. So, you don’t have to worry about that.”

“It’s what Maxwell said too.”

“So, tell me about you.”

“There isn’t much to tell.”

“Oh come on Gabby, tell me something.”

“Well, I hate spiders.”

“That’s pretty generic, you can do better than that.”

I considered my options carefully. “I can play the drums.”

“Really?”

“Not like Zac or anything, but I’m okay.”

“Okay, what else?”

“I’m not really…exciting?”

“So tell me about your friends?”

“I only have two Carrick.”

He faked hurt. “Three, you have me!”

“Okay, three.”

“Tell me about the other two.”

I sighed. “There’s Abigail, she’s been my friend for a while now and there’s Maxwell, I’ve known him since I was twelve. I met Abby in school I was almost 9.”

“Well, that’s a long time for friendships. How about..crushes?”

“I never had crushes.” I said.

It was partially true, I hadn’t had them on celebrities or others, I didn’t crush I just fell hard.

“Any family?”

I sat there as those memories came forward, maybe even too long because I felt his hand on mine.

“Forget I asked, so, tell me more about what you like? Don’t like?”

I blinked at him, he wasn’t pushing the subject. “I uh..I like to read a lot. Mostly thrillers or something entertaining. I like music obviously. Um..I like to play video games but just haven’t had time since the tour started.”

“That or Zac’s playing?”

“Exactly. I can’t play his worth a flip anyway. I’d embarrass myself.”

He smiled. “See, that’s not hard to just open up some.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“Is Mikey okay to be around? He’s kind of quiet but..I don’t want to be mean or anything but he kind of gives me the creeps.”

“Mikey is safe to be around, he won’t hurt you. He is a bit unique but he’s harmless. He may try to scare you closer to Halloween though.”

“Okay.”

The cashier called my name and we got up and got the orders, making sure everything was right and then we headed back to the venue. I sent him ahead of me and went to the bathroom to put on a pair of the pants before joining them.

“Feel better?” Taylor asked.

“Totally. I’ll wash your shirt after today.”

“Keep it. It looks better on you anyway and Stella won’t mind if I explain, which I already have.”

“I’m glad she won’t mind.”

Zac kept quiet and we ate our lunch, they would have the walk soon. I was done and just talking to Austin, he was kind of quiet too. He was very down to earth like Carrick, passionate about the songs and the music. After lunch everyone set out to do sound checks and walks. I did walk, now that I had long sleeves and pants and I even slipped a tour shirt over the black one. I just didn’t expect the nippy wind. Yet, on the walk there I just knew he was right there and I expected him to say some cheesy pick up line and not know who I was. Yet, it wasn’t Zac. It was Carrick walking with me and it was his jacket he put around me.

“I swear you’re trying to get sick. When we get back, while there doing sound check you and I are going back to the store.”

“It’ll warm up after here.”

“No excuses, we will go to the store.”

I didn’t argue anymore but I saw Zac staring at me during the mid-way point and he didn’t look any happier to see me, well, hell I now had his brother’s shirt on and his best friends jacket, yet all he wanted was for all that stuff to be on the floor. He actually caught up with me on the way back but didn’t say anything, when we got back Carrick announced we were going shopping for me a jacket and we left.

-Zac-

There was some odd feeling about seeing her in Taylor’s shirt, sure it was a legit reason and even Taylor mentioned it when Isaac asked and there was some very weird feeling when I saw her in Carrick’s jacket and now they’re going shopping again?! I didn’t quite understand why seeing her in their clothes was bothering me. It shouldn’t. The sound check had gone very well and we had a few hours to kill before the show itself. Taylor and Isaac decided to chill for a while in the green room but I figured I would go to the bus for a while and play games. I was standing outside the back door when I felt the warm touch and fingernails, I turned because I thought maybe it was Gabby wanting inside or something but the blonde girl there wasn’t Gabby.

“Oh my, I didn’t really think it was you.”

“I was headed to the bus actually, are you here for the show?”

Based on the jeans and tour shirt, my assumption was probably right. I mean, why else would she be here?

“Yeah, my friends and I are up the side of the building. I was headed to my car to get another blanket.”

“Yeah, it’s chilly outside.”

I was kind of hoping I could head to the bus where it was warm, because my jacket was laying inside. Yet she took a step closer to me.

“It is, but I bet your nice and warm to be near.” She smiled at me, slight little seductive smile.

One of her hands moved casually across my abdomen while the other one moved up my arm.

“I could always use an escort to the car, strong man like you could protect me.”

“I should probably head to the bus…”

Her hand paused right at the belt, moved down. “I’m sure it’s warmer where I’m going.”

There was a wink that time and I was getting the message pretty clear now. I should go to the bus, but she was offering something I couldn’t ever refuse.

“Where are you parked?”

She smiled and got my hand. “Just follow me handsome.”

So, I did follow her across the parking lot, she’d parked on the other end and fuck it was cold as hell out here without a jacket. The car was actually a van, which was even better because she opened the sliding door and climbed in, she had a nice ass I couldn’t lie. She sat down and motioned me inside with her finger which I climbed in and shut the door, blocking out the wind. She was in my lap within moments and her lips were on mine. I let my hands slid around her waist to her ass, pull her a little closer. She was needy apparently because her hands dipped between us and began to rub the outside of my jeans within moments. Granted, least it was warming me up quick.

“Mm, I thought my friend lied about you or at least exaggerated, kind of glad she didn’t.”

“Your friend?” I asked.

“She met you here last time, she had blonde hair with green highlights.”

I remembered her actually, well the green highlights I did. “But your friend isn’t here, you are.”

“I’m glad I’m here, be even more glad when your fucking me.”

She went to my neck and her hands worked on the clothes, I assisted some. Yet, even with her warm hands wrapped around my cock and her pumping actions I wasn’t getting hard. She moved out of my lap and normally, no matter what, feeling a warm mouth around me worked. Yet the only thing I could think about wasn’t this woman here with me, it was seeing Gabby in Taylor’s shirt, seeing her walking with Carrick and accepting his jacket. Thinking about her got me hard but the moment I looked down and saw the blonde hair in my lap, that erection just fucking died. I had no idea what to do, this had never happened before. She was hot, I wanted this and yet, nothing.

“Is there a problem?”

“No.”

“I find there is, kind of hard to fuck someone who isn’t hard enough for a blow job.”

“Maybe it’s not me, maybe it’s you.”

“It’s not me. It’s definitely you, blondes are your type. Everyone knows that. Are you now gay? Is it because I don’t have a dick too?”

“I’m not gay.”

She snorted and moved away as I fixed my own clothes. I started to get out.

“What? That’s it? You were going to get off and then just walk away?”

“Well, apparently I can’t do anything, so why should I hang out here?”

“God you really are a fucking prick. Anna was right, you don’t give a shit about the satisfaction of the women you fuck.”

“Who the hell is Anna?”

She blinked. “Colorado? For fuck sakes you didn’t even remember her name?”

“She never gave it to me, just her room key.”

“Yet you went there got off and left her high and dry. Pathetic fucking excuse for a man.”

I opened the door and got out, I did not have to deal with this shit, I walked as fast as I could to the bus and got on, slamming the door behind me. Never had I had a problem getting or keeping a hard-on, why now?! I went to the back and sat down, considered playing but I was just to pissed off for that. I’d probably break my controller.

It was about 6:30 when I heard voices on the bus and then Carrick came in followed by Gabby, who was wearing a new jacket.

“You shouldn’t have.” She said.

“You deserve a nice jacket, especially since you are the one going in and out. Least I could do was make sure you had one.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Hey Zac, what’s up? You’re just..sitting here in the quiet room.”

“In fact I am.”

“Okay… I gotta go get ready.”

“I need to also, but I have another fifteen at least.”

He left the room and she sat down. “Did you have fun shopping?” I asked.

She gave me a puzzled look. “Didn’t think you’d care if I did or not, but yeah. It wasn’t bad. He had good taste in clothes at least.”

“Yeah, he’s a fashion person.”

“It’s better than my taste that’s for sure. He made me put the pleather pants and blue halter top back up, said it was just too..well, he said sexed I think.”

That wasn’t an image I needed to view, her in a tight pair of pleather or hell, leather pants and a blue halter top? I could almost feel the blood change directions in my veins, this could not be happening. It hadn’t even fucking been that long since there was a hot ass blonde with her head in my lap and my body flat ass refused to cooperate.

“Well, he’s not really lying. It is a rather…well, I guess sexed could work as a description.”

She glanced up from her phone. “Didn’t think you’d find something that covers to be sexed.”

“It’s not always about coverage or lack of it.”

“Could have fooled me, I mean you hang around the blonde chicks with short skirts and tight tops with lots of cleavage.”

“Like you’ve never dressed that way before.”

The little smirk she’d had before faded very quickly and her eyes took on a somewhat glazed look, I’d hit a nerve with that sentence.

“So you have dressed that way before?” I asked.

“Haven’t we all? I need to get ready to man the table.”

“You have another ten minutes at least.”

She got up anyway and left the room, that had hit a nerve. I wondered why she’d be ashamed of or have a problem with that. She really did have the body for tight clothes, proof in her fucking shorts. I didn’t go after her but just sat here willing the erection to go away this time.

I went inside to get ready and the first part of the show was fine but I saw the same blonde in the first row and when I sat down on the Cajon drum for the acoustic portion I could see her whispering, pointing, and laughing. I was rather glad for the show to be done, I didn’t see Gabby again until the trailer was loaded, she came back in new pajamas that almost made me gag. The shirt was sleeved a bit with Bambi on the front surrounded by flowers and the pants had pink roses all over them. The pants were loose on her and they came down over her feet which oh my god she had bright pink socks on.

“Oh god, that had to be Carrick’s idea.”

He laughed. “Not me. I did not pick that.”

She raised her eyebrow. “What? You don’t like Bambi?”

“Bambi is fine, but good grief those are just…childish kind of?”

“I’ll have you know they were in the adult section.”

“I think Stella would like the shirt, not sure about the pants.” Taylor said.

He actually snapped a picture and sent it to Stella to ask, great. Yet, I caught myself staring at her. What the hell was wrong with me?! I was going to play, but decided that bed was better. Maybe lack of sleep was causing my brain to go haywire. I knew it shocked everyone, but fuck it. I laid down and because my curtain was closed, I eased out of the pants and stripped down to boxers, maybe I’d sleep better.

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