Title: Midnight Shift: Chapter Sixteen, Cardboard Confines
Rating: NC-17 [language, alcohol, sex, drugs]

Summary: What was Jonesy up to when he was absent all day? And how does Linda Lovelace effect Summer?





Stretching Summer’s fingers grazed a body beside her. Without thinking she wiggled closer to his heat, certain it was at least a he, placing her head on his pillow. Inhaling through her nose, she knew who it was and instantly snuggled closer to him. He stirred, shifting slightly to pull her closer, but didn’t fully wake. This allowed Summer to gaze at her lover without interruption. Very little light filtered through Bonzo’s shaded windows, but enough that Summer could make out all of Robert’s facial features. Her eyes started at his hair, dancing over his thick blond curls. It was ever so difficult to not reach up and run her hands through his hair. But touching his luscious hair would likely wake him and she didn’t want to do that just yet.

Dancing over his soft forehead, her sight traced over his dark blond eyebrows. His right eyebrow was mussed, probably from his sleeping with his right cheek pressed to the pillow earlier. Returning to the center of his face, she followed the short sweep of his nose. She had to bit her bottom lip to keep from giggling upon visualizing his nose a completely different shape. Even with her imagination she could not think of a nose more perfect for his face. His nose was fairly small, but she loved it.

His pale pink lips were thin, but upturned slightly in the corners. While not quite a smile, Summer couldn’t help but think that he was at least content in his sleep. Soon she would kiss those lips awake, unable to bear waiting much longer. Her eyes ended their journey on his cleft chin. And that was exactly where her kisses were going to begin. Slowly she pulled carefully out of his arms, making ever so certain that she did not wake him in that motion. Her lips gently touched the cleft of his chin. He stirred slightly at her kiss, but again did not fully wake. Without pause her lips jumped to his. This action caused his lips to pull from hers in a smile, his arms circling her waist.

“Good morning, handsome,” she declared when his eyes opened and met hers. “Did you sleep well?”

“How could I not with an angel in my arms?” he responded before kissing her.

“Mmmm. Do you know how much I love you?” Summer asked.

“No... I don’t think I do,” Robert replied.

Grinning she kissed him again, “Maybe I should show you.”

“And how do you propose doing that?”

“Well first we need to go back to the beach house and get a change of clothes,” she answered, attempting to pull away.

His arms remained around her, “And then what?”

“I’m not telling you,” Summer proclaimed. “Lemme go.”

“I don’t want to.”

“You can not want it all you want, but I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Can’t you wait a min—”

“No. I’m bleeding, remember?” Summer said.

Robert sighed and released her, “So what does that mean for our plans today?”

“Just be patient, love,” she claimed before disappearing into the bathroom with her purse.

Folding his hands under his head, Robert tried to think of how she was going to show him how much she loved him. At this point he didn’t doubt it at all, but focusing on that rather than her... awkward family situation was a very good thing. They needed a quiet and normal day, as much as one could be had with there being a concert that night. Concert. He should probably talk to her about it, see what she wanted to – no, of course not. She would go with him. He was certain of that. No need to ask. But the question of what she was thinking otherwise was still on his mind. How could she show her love?

“Robert?” her voice interrupted his thoughts.

“Yes, baby,” his eyes went to hers.

“You gonna get up or you staying in Bonzo’s bed all day?”

“I’m coming,” Robert responded, rolling out of bed. “What do you have in store for us today?”

“I swear you have less patience than a toddler.”

“That could be true,” he conceded, stopping to pull his shoes on. “So what are we doing?”

Chuckling, she nudged his shoulder slightly before heading to the door, “You’ll see.”



As one of her final days of menstruation, Summer did not feel nearly as gross now. But a shower was still very necessary and she headed towards the bathroom as soon as they returned to the beach house. Her fingers circled the doorknob, but she did not open it. Instead she turned and met Robert’s eyes.

“Give me five minutes and then come and join me,” she instructed.

His eyes instantly brightened, “Really?”

“Yes,” Summer nodded. “Five minutes.”

As the pretty blond disappeared into the bathroom, Robert felt his pulse jump. While normally going three days without sex was not that big of a deal, when it came to making love with Summer, it was a lifetime. He could understand her resistance, but oh how hard it had been to not declare he did not care at all if sh were bleeding. Perhaps if the thing with her mother and Bob had not happened, he would have. But he could not bring himself to ask for sex while her eyes rained tears. He really did love her.

And surely it had been five minutes.

Stepping into the bathroom, Robert froze, completely transfixed. He stared for a long minute as she rinsed the suds from her long hair. The rivulets of water running down her body highlighted each perfect curve. He could stand there all way watching her – except he was expected to join her. Quickly shedding his clothes, Robert pulled the shower door open and stepped in. Summer instantly turned around, looped her arms around his neck, and kissed him. The sensation of the hot water running over his skin did not cause his flesh to tingle like her touch did. She made him complete.

“Oh baby,” he he groaned when her mouth left his to nibble upon his skin.

Slowly Summer worked down Robert’s body until she knelt before his turgid cock. With little delay she circled his crown with her tongue before fully swallowing him. She moved slowly, assuredly before releasing him with an audible pop. Before she could even stand, his strong hands slipped into her armpits and lifted her. Her legs quickly wrapped about his waist, her fingers dropping between to guide him into her.

“Oh god, Robert,” she groaned, her teeth lightly clamping onto his shoulder as he continued to push into her.

With her legs providing the support, he found a slow rhythm and allowed his hands to wander. Caressing her slippery body was a whole different experience. He was certain the water between them was conducting even greater electricity. Or perhaps three days of abstinence had heightened the sensations. No matter the reason, Robert would not be able to hold off long.

“Oh baby,” he moaned.

“Daddy, I’m gonna... oh yes,” she muttered.

Feeling her body spasm he had the sudden fear of pregnancy and attempted to withdraw. Summer dug her heels into his flesh, keeping him inside of her. He had no chance. With a guttural groan, he emptied into her womb, pressing his lips to hers.

“Summer,” he slowly unwound her from him, his member slipping out of her, “you’re not on bir—”

“I know. But it’s okay, Robert,” she declared. “You better wash before the water turns cold.”

Unable to argue as she stepped out of the shower with that statement, Robert tried to wrap his brain around what happened. He was ever grateful to love her again, and though quick, it was great. Her insistence at cumming inside of her bothered him. While he could not deny wanting a child with her, the pregnancy scare had quickly taught him that they weren’t ready. Was she trying to get pregnant now? And why? Because of her family situation? But she was still menstruating. Maybe she couldn’t get pregnant then? That was the most likely scenarios – or at least the only one that wasn’t loaded.

Suddenly noticing the water turn frigid, Robert cursed and quickly set to washing. Being clean was apparently important to whatever she had in mind.



Looking into the box once more, Benji shook his head, “No, John. Just no.”

“Too late. She’s already been paid for,” the bassist proclaimed.

“You should have asked me first.”

“You weren’t around. And the fewer who knew the less likely it was to get back to Summer.”

He shook his head, “I’m having a hard enough time trying to find some way to take Summer out of the country as it is. And now you add this? This is totally something I would expect of Bonzo, not you.”

“What would you expect of me?” the drummer asked as he entered the mess hall. “What’s in the box, Jonesy?”

“A gift for Summer,” he answered, moving to close the lid before Bonzo saw.

However a soft whimper accompanied by a little brown nose poking over the edge of the box stopped him. The drummer grinned and peered in. Soft brown puppy eyes stared back up at him. Sitting on a soft green blanket a little dog wagged its tail at Bonzo, yipped, and attempted to hop out.

“You bought Summer a puppy!” Bonzo continued to smile and squatted beside the box in order to pet the pooch. “I wish I had thought of it. She’s going to be delighted.”

“Who’s going to be delighted?” Jimmy asked as he approached the group.

“Summer is. Jonesy got her a puppy,” Bonzo proclaimed. “Just look at him!”

“Her. The dog is a her,” John Paul corrected.

Looking down his nose, the guitarist peered into the box, “A spaniel?”

“Cavalier King Charles,” the bassist confirmed. “She was the cutest one I saw yesterday. And she won’t get massive.”

“Cute,” Jimmy commented, a touch of disdain in his voice, before he turned to Benji. “Travel status?”

“Complicated now by the puppy,” he sighed. “If we had Bob on our side it would be different.”

“Then I would suppose your next tasks should be to get him to—”

“No. That’s something for you,” Benji declared. “I have enough to handle for the next few days with your concerts. Schmoozing Bob is your task.”

“But—”

“Bonzo!” John Paul snapped. “Put the puppy down!”

“But Jonesy!” he whined.

“She belongs to Summer who should be up soon. Put her back.”

“Oh Percy and Summer left hours ago,” the drummer proclaimed, setting the wiggling puppy back down. “I don’t know if we’ll see them before the concert.”

“See who?” Summer’s voice chirped behind Bonzo.

“YOU!” he declared, spun around, and quickly picked her up. “I’ve missed you so much!”

“Silly, I was only gone for like four hours.”

“That’s an eternity!”

“Hardly,” she responded, though continued to grin when he set her down.

Bonzo’s eyes flicked to Robert. Instantly he recognized a difference in the singer. His sexual tension was gone. No wonder the couple had disappeared.

“Hey guys,” Summer greeted the other three.

“I have a present for you,” John Paul quickly proclaimed before anyone else could interject and steal her attention.

“You do?” her eyes went to his.

He held out his to her, beckoning her forward. Slipping her hand into his, she stepped around Bonzo. Her blue eyes instantly dropped down to the large box on the floor, the flaps folded closed but not fastened. Glancing at John Paul for confirmation, she released his hand and squatted in front of the box. Her fingers reached for the flaps and flipped them up. Gazing into the box she gasped. Eyes filled with surprise and disbelief, she looked up to the bassist. Again he nodded to answer her unasked question.

Reaching into the box she lifted the small puppy from the cardboard confines. The small dog wiggled and yipped. Supporting its hindquarters with her hand, Summer giggled when the pup licked her face.

Tearing her attention away briefly her eyes went to John Paul, “Thank you. I... I don’t know what more I can say.”

He patted the dog’s head, “When I saw her, I knew she belonged to you.”

“She’s adorable. Thank you, John,” she turned and met Robert’s eyes. “Come meet our puppy!”

Stepping forward, he pet the puppy’s head. Instantly she attempted to lick his hand. That was nearly enough to chase away his jealousy at John Paul trumping him in regards to Summer’s happiness. But the puppy was certainly cute.

“What should we name her?” Summer asked.

“You. She’s your dog,” he responded.

“Ours. Everything of mine’s also yours.”

His eyes flicked up to hers, “Really?”

Summer nodded, “Of course it is.”

“I...”

Smiling Summer kissed Robert quickly, “So you can help me name her.”

“If you—”

“Not to interrupt this,” Bonzo declared loudly, “but I don’t see any toys or other doggie things.”

“I have her food in my room,” John Paul answered. “I figured Summer would want to choose the rest.”

“Splendid,” Robert quickly ceased the moment. “I’ll take her now.”

“But we leave for the concert in an hour!” Benji interjected.

“Don’t get your knickers in a bind,” he responded. “We’ll be back in plenty of time.”



Pacing the lobby, Benji’s eyes kept daring to the glass doors. Robert, Summer, and puppy had not yet returned. He knew he shouldn’t have trusted them to return on time. The dog was already causing problems. He just knew it was going to get—

A yipping puppy came barreling through the lobby from behind him. Not even a half minute later Summer shouted for someone to catch the dog. Having no desire for any more delays, Benji quickly scooped the puppy up. It wriggled and yipped in his arms but calmed instantly once Summer arrived. Smiling at him she quickly attached the collar about the dog’s neck and tightened it.

“Now don’t you go running off again, Queenie. Uncle Benji won’t always be around to catch you,” she proclaimed, holding the dog’s head steady as she stared into her eyes.

The dog quickly licked her in response.

“Thanks for catching Queenie for us, Benji,” Robert declared, patting the manager’s back.

Hearing it a second time as he set the dog down, he responded, “Queenie?”

“John said she’s a Cavalier King Charles,” Summer stated. “But she’s a girl so we couldn’t call her Chuck.”

“Uh, of course,” Benji stated. “Are you all ready to go to the concert now?”

“Actually I think it would be better if I stay home with Summer and the baby,” Robert declared.

Benji instantly blanched, “Wha-what?”

“Just kidding, mate,” he softly hit the manager’s shoulder. “Let’s go rock and roll.”

“The puppy too?”

“The puppy too.”


After being introduced to Linda Loveless, Summer was confused as to why the woman was introducing the band to the crowd. Even less explainable was how the boys seemed to act around her. It was almost like they were starstruck. Granted she lived a fairly sheltered life but the woman did not seem like a musician to revere. Who was this Lindaand why did she feel threatened by her?

With Robert distracted with Benji over the night’s sound, the available one was Jimmy. Picking up her puppy, who was already exhausted and the concert hadn’t yet begun, Summer headed over to the guitarist. He quickly dismissed his guitar tech, focusing his attention on her.

“What’s up, princess?” he asked, patting the dog.

“Who is Linda?”

Jimmy blinked, “You don’t know?”

“I wouldn’t ask if I did know.”

He nodded slowly, “She’s the star of Deep Throat.”

“Which is?” she asked innocently.

“Uh,” he flushed slightly, “a sex movie.”

“So why is she so special?” she continued with the interrogation.

“Because, um,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “she sucked entire cocks into her, um, mouth, since that’s where her clit was in the movie.”

“So? I can do that.”

Jimmy blinked, “Uh, what?”

“Come on,” she grabbed his hand and pulled him to the backstage lounge, the puppy tucked under her other arm.

Releasing both Jimmy and Queenie, Summer snatched a banana from the fruit bowl. Quickly shedding the peel, she turned to him. She held up the banana so he could see the size. Though not as wide as Robert, it would do for her demonstration. With Jimmy’s eyes on her mouth, Summer slowly sucked the whole banana. Both Robert and Bonzo entered as she opened her mouth to show the banana’s state. Jimmy fidgeted slightly. Without thought Sumer picked up his hand and placed it on the banana, indicating he should withdraw the fruit. Slowly he pulled the banana out, very aware she had suctioned her lips around it.

“Fuck me,” Bonzo muttered, as the saliva-covered but very much intact banana slipped out of her lips.

Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, Summer asked, “So how is she so fucking special?”

Tough he had been jealous to come upon her display, Summer’s question instantly quelled that. Summer was jealous of a porn star, one who did not appear to be half as good in bed as Robert knew Summer was. And while he could easily convince the girl she was so much better, Robert was curious for Jimmy’s response.

“Fuck,” the guitarist muttered, “she doesn’t have anything on you, princess.”

“You are one lucky fuck, Percy,” Bonzo uttered. “One lucky fuck.”



Sitting on the roof smoking while Summer and Bonzo played with the puppy, Robert mulled over the night’s performance. His vocals had been near spot on, likely due to how relaxed he was prior to the show. Bonzo and John Paul were flawless as normal. But the guitarist sitting next to him had been more sloppy than normal almost as if something distracted him all night. Curiosity may have killed the cat but alcohol surely could not tame curiosity.

“SO, Pagey, what did you think of tonight’s concert?” he asked before taking another swig of beer.

“I can’t think about that now,” he proclaimed.

“Why not?”

“Your girlfriend fucking swallowed a banana whole.”

Robert smirked, “Yeah.”

“That’s fucking unreal. Linda has nothing on Summer.”

“You think?”

“Fuck yeah. Summer has depth and can take it deep,” Jimmy proclaimed.

Though he did not really care for the fact that it apparently was on Jimmy’s mind during the entire concert, a good part of him wanted to boast of how good he had it with Summer. But his friend did not deserve those details at all. Robert would merely bask in the glow of knowledge.

“Does she deep throat you?” he asked.

Not responding verbally, he merely smiled.

“You’re fucking lucky,” he muttered before flicking his cigarette off the building. “What I wouldn’t give for someone like Summer.”

Robert tensed at that. He instantly wanted to defend his girlfriend, protect her from Jimmy’s lust. But how could he really do that? They hadn’t ever clashed over women before. True, Summer was not like any woman before either, but that didn’t excuse it. She was his.

An eruption of feminine giggles interrupted his thoughts seconds before the pretty girl jumped into his lap. He hadn’t the chance to question her action before she kissed him. Deciding that was the moment to show his dominance, Robert quickly discarded his cigarette and aggressively kissed her.

Pulling out of his kiss, Summer quickly scanned his eyes, “I love you so much, Robert.”

“I know,” he responded before stealing another kiss. “I love you too.”

“You’re not jealous that Jonesy got me a puppy, are you?”

Robert thought about it for a moment, “No, not really. She’s made you so happy. And I know his intentions are pure.”

“So you’re jealous I showed Jimmy that I can do what that whore does?”

“I... how did you know?”

“I can tell you’re jealous. It was merely a matter of narrowing it down.”

“I... but....”

“Hey, Jimmy,” Summer’s eyes turned to his, “did the banana turn you on?”

“Yea,” he admitted.

“And you’d like me to do that to you?”

“Summer!” Robert exclaimed. “What has gotten into you?”

“Not you – yet,” she responded. “But Bonzo did share his drink with me.”

“Fuck,” he muttered, before turning in the chair to the man playing tug-of-war with the puppy. “Hey Bonzo! What are you drinking!?”

“Why, Percy? You want some?” he responded.

“No, I bloody well don’t. But you shared it with Summer!”

“Don’t worry, mate. You’ll get her home before it wears off!”

That statement worried even Jimmy who chimed in, “What did you give her, Bonzo?”

“Just a bit of mescaline.”

“Oh fuck,” both Robert and Jimmy muttered.