The Shower Scene, Part 2
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Warnings: NSFW, MDNI. swearing, sexual tendencies
Almost a week went by. Working non-stop for the past 6 days, you stand in the crisp air of St. Louis, Missouri and take a long swig of your water. Load-out commences in a half hour.
The crew are dancing on their toes while you all wait in the dressing room for the rest of the Bad Omens set. You chew your lip.
In the entire time since Denver, neither you nor Noah had said a single word that anything had happened. The next day, you two glanced at each other, departed the hotel to the bus, and pretended like everything was normal.
Yet you felt the strange energy and tension he was hiding, and he hid it well. The past week, you have said nothing at all about it, yet, the memory of the way he watched you hungrily and patiently was burned into your brain.
It was enough to want to do it again. But you were afraid to do anything again.
Sometimes, during hangouts on the bus with the boys, you'd find him side-eyeing you. He would smile, as if it were toward one of Jolly's jokes, and turn away from you.
Fresh from Dethrone and the crowds energy, the guys run into the room, sweaty and whooping.
"Great job guys. Great show, as usual," you smile.
"Thank you, (Y/N)," Folio says.
"Yeah thank you, (Y/N)." Noah smiles at you.
"As always, Noah." You offer back.
His eyes flash a knowing look at you before instantly returning to normal.
You leave the room to load-out.
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Stepping on the bus, everyone sighs and parts ways, to their respective bunks and to the TV in the living area.
It's 12 o'clock by the time we hit the road. Various members head off to bed. I stay on the couch, watching Ruffilo and Folio fight to the death on a video game that Ruffilo seems to be losing at.
"You both fuckin suck!" Noah shuffled out of the bunk area to the bathroom, jesting at his friends.
"Fuck you!"
"Go away, Sebastian!"
Noah smirks and laughs, stepping in and closing the door to it.
You giggle, but you feel yourself getting tired. You stand up. "Alright guys. I think I'm gonna head to my bunk. Night,"
"Night, (Y/N)."
"Night, dude. Oh I think you should let Davis cuddle. He seems lonely." Nicholas commented.
You laugh. "Fuck off, Ruffilo!"
Hearing the boys chuckle, you turn to head to the bunks. They resume their focus on the game in the dark.
As you begin walking towards the bunk area, the bathroom door opens. Noah stands there, looking at you. You look back at him.
"Yes, what?" You ask, your breathing picking up. He glared at you for a moment, and peaking his head out to check for his friends, he smirks at you as he sees no one looking at us.
He grabs your arm and yanks you into this tiny bus bathroom. He quietly shuts and locks the door.
In a quiet growl, Noah sinks his fingers deep into the strands of your hair. He pulls on it, earning a gasp of need from you. He gets close to your face, whispering, "What you did to me was so dirty, (Y/N). You think you can treat me like that? What a dirty fucking girl you are. Do you think I should show you who the fuck is in charge here? Should I punish you right here?"
Every growl from his mouth had you dripping, making the desire in your stomach red hot.
Noah continued on. "As punishment, princess, I'm not gonna give you what I know you fucking want."
You mewl at his words. He takes his free hand, and runs it down the line of your neck. "I bet you would be so beautiful if I fucked you," he looks into your eyes, getting close to your lips. "If you ever pull that again, I'll fuck this pretty mouth, too."
Your desire soaks your panties and you're squirming with want. "Noah, please,"
He grins at you. "You need me, baby? Huh?" You nod furiously. "Uh-huh!" You gasp.
"You want me to touch your pussy?"
"Fuck, yes," you whisper.
Both of you are trying so hard to be quiet. His hands rub at your thighs. The hand that was in your hair and moves down to grip your throat. You almost feel his breath against your lips. He was so close. He dips down and indulges in leaving hot, wet marks on your neck.
Noah's fingers are so close to right where you want them to be. He bites your neck and squeezes roughly with his hand. Your eyes roll back, and without a thought, you buck your hand up, wanting him to stop teasing.
Immediately he pulls his hands away from you and shoves you against the sink. His hands on either side of you, he pins you against the cold veneer. He tangles his hand back into your hair and gets close again.
You're so turned on, you could fuck him in this bathroom for hours.
"Too fucking bad. Bad girls don't get to feel good." He smirks, his hot breath fanning your face. He pulls on your hair and you whine. Desire fills both of your eyes.
He glances at your lips, looking plump and swollen as you gasp in his arms. He leans down, kissing you hungrily and you kiss back. He pulls away.
"Just to show you what you asked for," he finally allows one caress straight to your core. He slides his hand from front to back, giving your aching core a sharp slap for good punishment's sake, making you jump and squirm. "You just wait, princess. You'll cum for me again."
He leaves the bathroom, leaving you in a panting, wet mess against the sink.
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From Monkee Spectacular No. 14.
Q: “Peter, why do you want to be President of the United States?”
Peter: “Oh, just for a lark. It’s better than being a Chevrolet.” - Song Hits, November 1967
Q: “I have read that your ambition is to become President of the United States. Why do you want to become President and how do you feel you could best guide our country?”
Peter: “I want to become President because it pays better than the salary I’m getting now.” - Monkee Spectacular No. 9
“I was thinking recently of what I’d do if The Monkees ever dissolve. My first choice will be to try it as a solo folk-singer performer. And later, if I feel I’m substantial enough, I’ll try politics. I think in the very near future there will be an urgent need for government to represent the hopes and dreams of an entirely different generation.” - Peter Tork, Photoplay, September 1967
“Peter For President
Don’t you think that Peter should get some kind of medal for being so groovy, but most of all for being all the way for Peace and Love? I think that more people should be the way Peter is! Peter’s motto is ‘God is Love,’ and my motto is ‘Love and Peace is Peter!’
With his personality and that motto, wouldn’t he make a wonderful president?
A Devoted Fan
Pensacola, Fla.” - Monkee Letters, Monkee Spectacular, No. 14
Speaking of running for office... or, at least, a committee trying to get Peter elected to office:
“Help Elect Peter Tork Sheriff of Los Angeles County. Stop the police attack on youth. Write Peter Tork For Sheriff Committee, 7507 Sunset Blvd., L.A. 90046, Calif. (Please enclose a stamped self-addressed envelope.[)] You need not be 21 to work for Peter Tork For Sheriff.” - classified ad, KPFK-FM Folio, December 1968 (and January 1969)
“Back in the old days, somebody actually did put up a whole series of posters: ‘Peter Tork For Sheriff,’ in L.A., in L.A. County. I didn’t have the brass to follow through on it. The world might have been a very different place today (laughs).” - Peter Tork, onstage at the Tin Angel, May 16, 1999 (x)
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