Healing the Broen

Disclaimer: I do not know, nor I have I ever met any of the members of the band Seether. This work is pure imagination on my part. I love their music and I love Shaun Morgan's song writing capabilities.

Note: This is my first attempt at erotic fiction. Comments and critiques are most welcome.

"Well, this is the place we heard about," Dale stopped in front of the doors of an out of the way, uncrowded little bar. "The arena manager said that all the bands have come here after their concerts, like Aerosmith and AC/DC.

"I don't give a fuck who comes here, I just want a quiet place to relax a bit before hitting the road," Shuan growled.

"I'm with that," John echoed. "It's a boring, three day haul to the next city with nothing to see except farms and cows."

It was one o'clock in the morning and they had finally managed to get away from the groupies and other fans that had managed to get back stage. Shaun appreciated the fans, but he was so fucking tired right now from their hectic tour schedule that he hadn't wanted to be bothered with them tonight. Still, it had taken over an hour to break away and he wasn't going to waste any more time. Yanking the door open, he entered the bar followed by his bandmates, pausing to look around before choosing a table in a far corner. There weren't many people here, just a couple of guys sitting at the bar in such a way as to say this was their regular hangout and a couple at a window booth. As they sat, a pretty but tired looking waitress came over to the table.

"What will y'all be havin' tonight?" she asked in a heavy southern drawl, her voice sounding as tired as she looked.

"How late are you open?" John asked.

"Till about 2:30 or so, but usually not past 3:00," the girl replied with a sigh.

As she took their order for beer and turned away, Dale studied the sway of her hips and the way her long, mouse brown hair swished as she moved. She wasn't bad looking and he definately felt a stirring in his groin. "Man, I need to get laid," he snorted. "I don't usually go for her type but right now I'd take about anything that would stay still long enough."

Shaun meanwhile had been looking around the place trying to see what was so special about it that made other bands come here after their concerts. As he was doing this, he suddenly noticed a slight figure sitting slumped at a table even farther back than theirs. Even though the lighting was very dark, he could see that it was a girl, sitting with legs crossed and her head in her palm. He saw that there was a bottle of booze on the table, of which about a third was gone, and the ashtray was loaded with butts. Something about the way she was sitting snagged his attention and he stared at her for a long while, ignoring the other two with him. Suddenly, as if feeling his gaze, she lifted her head and looked his way. He was further intrigued by the haunted look in them, as if a painful memory had hold of her and wouldn't let go. They simply stared at each other, eyes locked, until he felt someone nudge him.

"Hey man, you haven't fallen asleep have you?" John snickered. "The beers are here?" he said, pointing to the bottle in front of Shaun. Seeing that his buddy barely heard him, Dale turned his head to see what Shaun was looking at and saw the girl sitting slumped at the far table. "Ahh, so that's what caught your fancy," he chuckled.

Motioning to the waitress to come over, Shaun pointed at the girl, "Who's that?"

The waitress looked where he was pointing and spied one of their less regular customers. "That's Kira, she comes in every now and then, but she's been here tonight since about 8:00. If you're looking for company then you're out of luck. She won't be interested. She hasn't been in like a year."

"Tanya, you've got customers waiting," Rory, the owner and bar tender told her as he came over. He fixed a steady gaze on the one called Shaun, taking note of the tattoos, body piercings and dark look in the eyes. "Why are you so interested in Kira?" he asked suspiciously, his voice a low growl.

Shaun bit back his amusement at the protective tone in the barkeeper's voice. "She just seems so sad, I was wondering why?"

"A year ago today she lost her fiance in a bad car accident," Rory said quietly. "Some drunk ran a red light and broadsided the driver's side of their car at about 60 miles an hour. Her fiance Sean died on impact. She got hurt pretty bad and spent a month in the hospital and then two more in therapy. It was a terrible tragedy that she hasn't quite gotten over yet, so I suggest you mind your own business and leave her alone." He saw the three men nod and went back to the bar, hoping they took the hint.

"Wow, that sucks," John said as he looked at the slumped figure of the girl. When he saw Shaun get up and head over there, he hissed a warning about not causing trouble, which his friend ignored.

"Mind if I join you?" Shaun asked as he stopped beside her table.

Kira looked up and nodded briefly before getting a good look at who was standing there. Oh my God! It's Shaun Morgan of Seether, she thought to herself. She had just recently bought all their albums, their music appealing to her in her darker moments. She knew they were in town doing a concert, but she certainly hadn't expected to see them show up here. She sat up too quickly and felt her head spin, which made it hard to focus on the guy taking the seat across from her.

"I'm Shaun," he smiled slightly at her and saw her nod. Arching an eyebrow at her, he waited for her response. He could tell by the look in her eyes that she knew who he was, even if nobody else in the bar did.

"Oh, uhm, my name's, uhm Kira," she stuttered stupidly. She tried to think of something else to say, but the tequila she had consumed made it hard to focus.

"I saw you sitting here by yourself and thought it was such a shame," Shaun said softly. "Nobody should drink alone." It had only been about a year ago that he had gotten out of rehab, so he knew how she felt, for he had felt the same way once.

"Yeah, well this past year has been pretty fucked up," Kira laughed harshly. Reaching for another cigarette, she lit it and finished the booze in her shot glass before pouring some more.

"If you want to be alone say the word and I'll go back to my friends," Shaun shrugged. The look she gave him told him that she wasn't sure if she wanted him to stay or not. "I kinda know what you're going through, been through it myself. Sometimes it helps to talk to someone you don't know."

Kira hesitated, then slowly began to tell him about her Sean, their plans, the accident, everything. Why she felt like telling him she didn't know, maybe because of the songs he wrote. How long she rambled she wasn't sure, but she felt his eyes steadily on her the whole time, listening closely and saying nothing. Surprisingly, when she was finished, she felt as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

"Feeling a little better now?" Shaun asked and saw her nod. "When I finally opened up and talked about my pain, I felt such relief and it was only then that I found the will to straighten out my act and move on with my life. Since then, I haven't looked back, just kept moving forward. It's not always easy, some days it's fucking hard, but I get through it."

"You pour your pain, angst, and troubles into your music," Kira murmured. She sat silently for a while watching him. "It was only a short while ago that I bought your first album, then I bought the second and third one. There was something in your songs that spoke to me, spoke to my anger, spoke to my pain, and helped me get through each day." She stubbed the cigarette out and started to take another drink, when she realized that she no longer wanted it. "I have to admit, this was the last place I expected to see someone famous, even though I've heard that many rock stars come here when on tour."

On impulse, Shaun reached out and took her hand in his. "Dale said something about that coming in here, but I just wanted a quiet place to unwind," he said softly as he stroked his thumb across the back of her knuckles. She had wonderful chocolate brown eyes, and her shoulder length hair was a deep mahogany, straight but with just a bit of curl at the edges. She had a pert nose and very sensual lips and he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to kiss them or feel them wrapped around his cock. He felt a stirring in his groin at the thought and realized that she was turning him on with just her presence, something no girl had done to him in a very long time.

Kira felt little tingles run up her arm at his touch. She didn't know if it was the tequila, but she hadn't felt anything like that in a long time. It was not because of a lack of opportunty, but because of her insecurity. She didn't trust any guy to not be turned off by the ugly scar that ran from her shoulder blade to her waist, so she had kept everyone at a distance. The force of the crash had almost bent the car in half and this had caused a sharp piece of metal to gouge down her back. Neither the injury nor the scar was bad enough to prevent her from working, so consequently the insurance company wouldn't pay to have the scar removed. They classified it under cosmetic surgery, something they didn't cover and for which she had no money. Looking at him, she knew he understood her pain, had felt something similar once. She couldn't help but wonder if he would be repulsed or not and then scolded herself for thinking that way.

Shaun sipped his beer, his thumb still lightly brushing her knuckles, and watched as different emotions flickered across her face. He saw the attraction she felt for him, but also saw her doubts and fears. So he began to quietly talk about himself, his family, his band and his song writing. As he talked, he unconsciously began to lean across the table towards her and saw she was leaning in to him as well. "I know what you're thinking," he whispered, holding her gaze with his.

"What am I thinking?" Kira asked.

"You're thinking that there's no way someone like me could be interested in you," Shaun smiled slightly at her start of surprise. "Would it surprise you to hear that you caught my attention from the moment I sat down?" He saw her eyes widen and could see she wanted to believe him. "I don't know if it was the way you were sitting, or the fact that you were drinking alone this late at night. Either way, I felt a connection to you, and I think you felt it too. That's why you looked up at me, even though you ignored everyone else. I think I saw in you a sympathetic soul that would understand me on a deeper level than others. I could sense your loneliness and it called to me, to my own loneliness."

"You have all those fans, all those groupie girls who would kill to be in my shoes right now, not to mention your band mates and other friends that surely hang around. How can you be lonely?" she asked in surprise.

"My friends do keep me from feeling too alone, true," he smiled. "But as for the girls, most of them just want to be with me so they can brag about it. I doubt any of them would care about what I was thinking, or how I felt about other things. They would take what they wanted and then move on to the next dumb fuck of a rock star."

Kira began to feel it too, that connection he mentioned. Something inside her was reaching out to him, wanting to be with him, and not because he was famous either. Suddenly she realized that she had to pee. "I have to use the bathroom, excuse me," she told him and stood up. As she did, her head spun and she had to grab the edge of the booth to steady herself. Then she realized that Shaun had also gotten up and taken her arm to steady her.

"Let me walk you there, just so I know you make it, okay?" he asked and smiled a little when she nodded. He walked beside her, noticing she was a little unsteady on her feet. After she entered the bathroom, he stood outside thinking about what she had told him. He had the feeling that she didn't often talk about what she had lost and he felt kind of honored that she would open up to him.

Kira meanwhile had finished her business and was standing before the small sink, looking into the mirror and trying to see what Shaun saw in her. She was cute, some might even say pretty, but she wasn't exactly the type that men hotly pursued. Still, she allowed herself to daydream a little, and by the time she had finished washing up, a small smile curved her lips. Opening the door she saw Shaun standing right outside waiting for her and her heart skipped a beat. "You didn't have to wait for me," she said softly.

Shaun merely stepped closer to her, staring deep into her eyes. The bathroom was in an alcove of sorts and thus couldn't be seen from the bar. They were as alone as two people could be and he wasn't ready to go back to the table just yet. Lifting one hand, he cupped her chin and brushed a thumb across her lips. Then he dipped his head and lightly brushed his lips across hers. When she didn't protest, he deepened the kiss, teasing her lips apart so he could delve inside with his tongue. She returned his kiss and they stood there for a while doing nothing more than that. Breaking off the kiss finally, he pulled back and whispered, "I was wondering if your lips were as sensuous as they looked."

Kira had shivered as his lips lightly touched hers, but when he deepened the kiss she had felt heat flow from the kiss to the rest of her body. When she heard his words, she felt her face flush even as her heart started racing and she could feel moisture beginning to form between her legs. She hadn't wanted anyone like this since her fiance. On impulse, she wrapped her arms around his neck and began to kiss him, slowly grinding her body against his, moaning as she felt his cock harden in his pants.

Shaun groaned as he felt her pressing against him. Pulling away slightly, he lowered his lips to her neck and began to nip and lick down her throat while his hands grabbed her ass to pull her tight to him. "God babe, what you're doing to me," he growled against her shoulder. Pulling away, he stepped back and took a deep breath before holding his hand out. "Want to come with me to someplace more private?"

Kira stared at him, seeing the naked hunger in his his eyes and felt herself get even more wet at the thought of fucking him. She nodded and placed her hand in his, allowing him to lead her away. As they passed the bar and headed toward the door, the bartender asked if she was okay and she simply smiled and nodded. It was nice that Rory was concerned for her, but she wanted this night, just this one night with this man who made her feel things she hadn't felt in a long time.

Shaun saw his two friends look at him curiously and shook his head slightly at them. Both grinned and nodded, silently agreeing to give their buddy some privacy. He led Kira out of the bar and around to the back of the building where the band's driver had parked the tour bus. The driver himself would be sleeping at this time, because once Shaun gave the word he would have to start the long drive to the next city and would need to be alert.

"Maybe so many bands come here becuase it's the only bar with a parking lot big enough for a tour bus," Kira suddenly giggled and heard him laugh in response. She almost felt like pinching herself, for she was sure this had to be a dream. Not that she had ever dreamed of fucking someone like Shaun, even though she had often tried to imagine what he was like in person as she listened to the albums.

They reached the bus and she followed him inside. There was just a muted glow from the street lamps, and she paused a moment to let her eyes adjust. She was taken a little by surprise when Shaun suddenly pressed her up against the door of the bus and began kissing her hungrily, his lips practically devouring hers as he ground his now rock hard cock against her. His sudden passion ignited her own and she returned his kisses just as hungrily.

Shaun groaned into her mouth as he felt her tongue dueling with his. He groaned even louder when he felt her hands move to his jeans and unzip them, her hand brushing against his cock in the process. He moved his hands to her shirt and unbuttoned it so he could slip his hands inside. She had nice tits that fit perfectly into his hands and he squeezed them gently, pinching the nipples lightly. He felt her push his jeans and shorts down, and then her hands were wrapped around his cock, stroking and squeezing it. He broke off the kiss and leaned his head against her shoulder, moaning at the heat flooding him. "Oh fuck baby, you've got talented hands," he panted raggedly.

Kira went to her knees before him and lightly ran her tongue up his cock before softly sucking the tip, tasting his pre-cum. Then she slowly moved down his cock, taking it deep in her mouth before slowly moving up again. She felt his hands in her hair as his hips began to thrust towards her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip before licking down the length of his cock, her hands gently squeezing his balls at the same time. From his ragged breathing, she could tell he was enjoying every bit of what she was doing.

"Oh yeah, suck my cock babe," Shaun groaned. He had wondered what her mouth would feel like and now he knew. It felt like a hot wet glove around his cock, sucking and pulling at him. "Oh fuck yeah, suck it hard," he said as her head began to move faster up and down his cock. He could feel he was getting close and gripped her head hard with his hands. "I'm gonna cum...," he moaned and a few seconds later he did.

Kira eagerly swallowed every drop of his cum as it spurted into her mouth and down her throat. She hadn't realized how much she had missed sucking cock until now. She could feel that her panties were now soaked and she squirmed as her need for him grew. When she felt his cock soften she let it slip out and stood up, leaning into him a little becuase her legs were unsteady.

Shaun stepped out of his pants and then took her hand and pulled her to the back of the bus where his private bunk was. Each of the guys had a small area that could be closed off with a curtain. It only kept others from seeing what was going on though, true privacy not something one got when on tour. He closed the curtain and then pulled her to him, kissing her thoroughly as his hands moved to her jeans and unzipped them. He pushed them down and had her sit on the bunk as he knelt in front of her. He removed her sneakers and socks, then finished sliding her jeans off. He slowly ran his hands up the inside of her legs, lightly brushing his fingers over her pussy through her bikini panties.

Pushing her gently backwards, he made her lie down on his bunk with her legs draped over the edge. Kneeling between her thighs, he slowly drew her panties down and tossed them aside, before bending forward and blowing lightly on her pussy. Slowly he began to trace his tongue along her folds, licking from her clit to her ass and back, while his hands stroked up her body to caress her tits. He lightly flicked his tongue over her clit and heard her moan before he sucked it into his mouth. He continued to alternate between sucking on her clit and licking the folds of her sex as he brought one hand down to slip two fingers inside her wet hole. He heard her moaning getting louder and she started thrusting her hips towards his mouth.

Kira couldn't believe how good his mouth felt on her pussy, but that combined with his fingers was driving her quickly towards orgasm. "Oh god, suck my clit hard...," she moaned as she began to writhe under him. She felt his mouth clamp over her clit even as he slipped a third finger into her wet tunnel. He sucked and finger-fucked her hard and soon she was bucking under him, cries of pleasure spilling from her mouth. The tension built and built until finally it burst, "Oh fuck..I'm cumming....!!!!."