by TL Travis
My dick instantly stood at attention.
Pop, pop, pop, the last button opened.
“That a boy. How does it feel, hearing my voice? Is it making you hard?”
“Fuck ya. I wish it was your lips wrapped around my cock instead of my hand,” I told him, pulling my jeans and boxers down far enough to get a good grip.
“I’m with you. I’d love to wrap that long, thick hair of yours around my knuckles and pull it just enough to see your hazel eyes staring up at me as my dick glides in and out of that filthy mouth of yours.” He gasped, and I knew he was stroking himself too.
“Lucas,” I groaned, smearing the precome around my sensitive head. “Yeah babe, I can almost feel those pouty lips wrapped around me.”
“What feels better, my mouth or my ass tightly wound around your cock?”
“Hands down, your tight ass. But you can suck a dick like no other, when I hit the back of your throat…damn…” My stroking sped up and my grip strengthened. I could feel my impending release building at the base of my spine, causing my balls to draw up.
“That’s it, baby, stroke yourself. Harder and remember, you’re mine to do with as I please,” he growled.
“Yours…” I mumbled, losing myself to the sensations heightening inside me.
“How do you feel? Do you wish you were buried deep inside me right now? Do you want to come? Mark me like I marked you?” Lucas teased.
“Hell ya. Fuck, Lucas, keep that up and I’m gonna blow,” I warned.
“Come with me, baby. Let me hear my name cross your lips when you coat your chest in come. Ungh,” he groaned with each pull.
“Tell me…when…need to come. Fuck, Lucas, let me come,” I begged.
“Let go, baby…Now!” he commanded.
I released, yelling his name louder than I meant to, “Lucas!” As I coated my stomach and dotted my chest.
“Joey!” he moaned as he came.
“Holy shit,” I told him, reaching over the side of my bed for a dirty shirt I had lying on the floor to clean myself up with.
“Yeah, holy shit. Better get used to phone sex with you going on the road for as long as you are,” he told me.
“Sorry babe, this is a great opportunity for us.” I wasn’t sorry, but I was sad to leave him for as long as I was. Even with him at school we still managed to see each other a couple times a month. This would be the longest separation we’ve ever had.
“I know and they’re gonna love you guys. Your voice has come a long way since the school talent show. You’ll rock it, I know you will. Just ask your other boyfriend for the info so I can pimp you guys on social media,” Lucas added.
“He’s not my boyfriend. Some cute little blonde with blue eyes and tight ass is,” I reminded him.
“And don’t you forget it either. What’s mine is mine and I don’t share.” The demand in his statement threw me off guard. I’d never known him to be jealous, and that declaration clearly was. But I was surprised that I found this possessive side of him to be a turn on.
“Lucas, you know I’d never cheat on you. Don’t you?” Now I was worried, did he think I’d find someone else?
“I know, just seems your friend,” he emphasized with much disdain, “needs some reminding.”
“Um, okay.”
I’m so lost…
“Time for bed,” he told me. “I have an early class tomorrow. Text me this week and I’ll see you on Saturday. I love you.”
“Love you too,” I said before he hung up. After stripping out of my clothes, I plopped back down on the bed and was out. Phone sex was relaxing way to end the night.
We practiced every day this week, and on Friday I confirmed with Lucas via text that he’d be at the show on Saturday which he said he would. I let the guys know, Mickey and Diamond had no problem with it, but I saw Stoli clench his jaw. He kept his opinion to himself for the first time. Friday around eleven, we loaded up the van and headed down to Vancouver, Washington for the back to back shows.
When we arrived at the venue we found it to be as we’d assumed it would be - a dive bar in an older part of town. But a paying gig was a paying gig. Brett booked both these up for us and said the owners were good guys, but the patrons could be a bit…harsh. Harsh was an understatement. Unloading and setting up, we were met with cat calls and smart-ass comments, but once we started playing they shut the fuck up. It was somewhat of a country rock vibe bar, so at the last minute we changed our usual lineup and only did a couple of our songs and tossed in some classic Lynyrd Skynyrd playing “Freebird” and “Sweet Home Alabama” to calm the locals down. The thought of being pelted with glass beer bottles wasn’t something we wanted and luckily our change in song choices worked their magic and we were no longer deemed the freaks onsite.
After the show was over, the owner paid us and said anytime we wanted to come back and play we were more than welcome. We shook his hand, loaded up and headed to the motel six-six-six room we’d rented for the night. Two beds to four guys meant doubling up, but we were far too tired to give a fuck as we’d shut the bar down with the house still packed at two a.m. By the time we got to our room it was almost four. Throw in showers to wash the smoky stench off us and we were pushing five a.m. before our heads hit the pillow. Diamond and Mickey crashed on one bed and Stoli and I in the other. None of us thought anything of it, we were too damn tired to give a fuck.
We woke to sound of my phone going off.
“Ugh, what the hell?” Stoli bitched, covering his head with the pillow.
I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed my phone, noticing it was Lucas calling, “Hey babe,” I answered with Stoli groaning behind me, so I punched him in his side.
“What was that?” Lucas questioned.
“Uh, nothing. Are you on your way?” I asked, trying to divert his attention.
“Yes, are you guys still sleeping? It’s noon,” he said it like this was something new.
With late night gigs we frequently slept late into the next day.
“Yeah, we didn’t get to sleep until around five and don’t have to be to the bar tonight to set up until eight.” I yawned through the last part of that.
“Okay sleepy head, go back to sleep. I’ll call you when I’m there,” he said before hanging up.
I tossed my phone back on the nightstand, trying to get back to sleep, but my stomach kept protesting. Diamond was snoring, and Mickey seemed to be out, so I ignored it and passed out only to be woken again after what felt like a minute later. But when I grabbed my phone to answer it I saw it was already two-thirty and it was once again Lucas.
“Hey,” I muttered.
“I’m here, what room are you in?” he asked, I could hear the car beeping in protest of the door being held open.
“One-twenty-seven.” I pushed Stoli who was grounding his morning wood against my thigh.
“Be there in a minute.”
“Okay,” I said, but he’d already hung up.
“Dude, you’re humping my leg like a Chihuahua,” I bitched at him.
“What?” he said, scrambling away from me.
“It’s no big deal, no reason to freak out,” I said as the knock I’d been expecting came.
“Who’s that?” Mickey asked, wiping his eyes.
“Lucas,” I told them.
Stoli bolted out of bed and headed straight for the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
I got up and answered the door. Lucas came in, wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me.
“Morning,” I mumbled into his hair, winding my arms tightly around him.
“Afternoon,” he teased, leaning around me and looking over at Mickey and Diamond who were still lying in bed. “Morning guys.”
“Hey,” they mumbled.
“Where’s the other one?” he asked. “Wait, did you share a bed with him?”
“Um yeah, why? It isn’t the first time. We’ve shared a bed many times over the years. He’s my best friend.” His question both su
rprised and stunned me.
Of course, that’s when Stoli decided to exit the bathroom, completely ignoring Lucas on his way over to the bed. Mickey took his turn in the bathroom while Diamond checked his phone.
“We need food,” Diamond said looking back and forth between Stoli and I.
“Agreed,” I let Lucas go so I could get dressed.
“IHop?” Stoli suggested.
“Works for me. Lucas?” I asked.
“Fine by me,” he said, taking at seat in the chair beside the dresser.
Diamond got up to gather his shit and headed to the bathroom, Mickey hadn’t locked the door behind him, so he went right in and was met with Mickey’s protests, but shut the door and stayed inside anyways. A few minutes later, Mickey emerged and shortly thereafter Diamond resurfaced completely unphased by Mickey’s bitching about the intrusion.
“Guess you’ll lock the door next time,” I laughed.
“Fucking Diamond,” Mickey groaned.
“What? We’re all dudes,” Diamond said. He seriously had no problem with what he’d just done.
I loved these guys, brothers to the very end.
“All right,” Stoli stood, clapping his hands together. “We’re staying here tonight so we don’t need to pack up yet. Let’s roll, I’m starving,” he announced, heading out the door and leaving us in his wake.
I was packing up my stuff when Diamond stopped me. “Dude we’re crashing here again.”
“I’m heading home with Lucas after the show,” I told him, he raised his brow at me before shaking his head and walking out with Mickey.
After I finished packing, I grabbed hold of Lucas and pulled him against me. “If we weren’t in a hurry…” I trailed off, licking a stripe down his throat.
“Mmm. We could skip IHop,” he offered, but that was the moment my stomach decided to make its presence known.
“Food first, sex later,” I said regretfully before leading him out of the hotel room. As expected, the van was gone so Lucas and I hopped in his car and headed over to the restaurant.
The guys were being seated when we got there so we headed back to where they were. I took the seat beside Stoli, knowing it wouldn’t go over well had I let Lucas sit beside him. After the waitress handed us our menus I watched her take in our disheveled appearances before locking her eyes on Lucas’s well-dressed form, which seemed to ease her insecurities. It would be nice if everyone wouldn’t assume people were shit based upon their clothing choices. Clothes didn’t make the person, that person’s choices were what defined them, and it was beyond fucked when people assumed otherwise.
Shortly after taking our orders, she returned with a carafe of coffee which we instantly consumed. Once caffeine was ingested, talking commenced.
“What did you guys think of the bar last night?” Stoli asked.
“Hell, had you not recommended we change to a Skynyrd song after the first one I think we would have had our asses handed to us,” Diamond stated.
“Ha-ha, yeah it was a little dicey there in the beginning. Rednecks like their southern rock, that’s for damn sure. We’ll have to gauge tonight’s crowd too, but I’m guessing it’s going to be much the same,” Stoli reiterated.
“Do you think we need to do a different set than we did last night? Not sure if the same crowd will show up,” I asked, refilling my coffee cup.
“Nah, if they do it might be because they liked what they heard. Let’s plan on doing the exact same we did last night. Cool?” he asked around.
We nodded in agreement.
“The drive on Monday morning, I say we take that time to hash out our playlist. Maybe have a couple backup playlists down in case we run into anything like this again.”
“Yeah, good plan. My mom is afraid we won’t eat enough so she’s making a shit ton of food for us to take with.” Mickey laughed.
“Mine is doing the same so if we can keep it cooled in the ice chests we’re good to go,” Stoli added.
“My dad said we can use the ice chest in the garage,” I told them.
“Cool, Brett had a couple he said we can take too so I think we’ll be alright,” Stoli added while slathering his pancakes in syrup.
“Damn dude, save some syrup for us,” Diamond protested, but the waitress walked up and sat a new container in front of him before winking and walking away. Diamond assessed her assets as she worked them to the best of their abilities during the short walk she had to the counter.
“Man whore,” I said, and laughter erupted around the table.
Diamond leaned back in his chair, rubbing his flat stomach. “I use what I was given as best I can.”
We finished eating and paid our bill, leaving her a decent tip which she thanked us for before heading back to the hotel room. Once inside, we went over the list of what we would need for our upcoming road trip to make sure there wasn’t any last-minute stuff other than groceries we needed to get. Groceries and ice we’d grab Monday morning.
When it was time to head to the show, I grabbed my bag and walked to open the door for the others to follow through when Stoli stopped me. “You don’t need your bag, we’re staying here tonight. Remember?”
“Um, I’m gonna go home with Lucas tonight,” I informed him, bracing myself for the argument I was sure would follow.
He surprised me and only shook his head before walking out.
Crisis averted, well, for the time being.
The bar had a similar crowd as the one we’d had the night before. So following Stoli’s suggested playlist worked to our best interest and by two a.m., we were once again loading up the van only this time I was heading home instead of back to the hotel with the guys.
By the time Lucas and I got to my house, we were wiped out. I showered off the sweat from melting under the stage lights and met him in bed where he was already soundly snoring. Sliding in behind him, I pulled him against me, tucking his head beneath my chin and was out like a light. Sadly, I woke the next morning to an empty bed. Lucas had already gone but left me a note.
Joey,
I wanted to sneak out before your dad woke up. You guys did great last night and I know you’ll rock the shit on your road trip. Call me or text me when you can. Please be careful.
Love,
Lucas
Ugh, so much for pre-road trip sex…
The guys and I spent the day packing up the van, washing all our laundry and for me saying goodbye to my dad since he’d be at already be at work when I got up in the morning.
Chapter
Ten
Day one of our first road trip…
By the time the equipment was loaded, and the caravans were ready to roll, it was nearing three p.m. The tour manager informed us that due to word of mouth among his peers, the tour had been extended from the original eight-week schedule to nine with the possibility of it being pushed out even further with the probability of more shows being added. But he wanted everyone on the road an hour ago in the hopes of avoiding the unforgiving afternoon traffic in Seattle. With that bomb dropped, he cut the announcement short and said he’d email everyone the updates, so we could get on I-90 and get the hell out of town. The original schedule was opening night in Spokane, Washington tomorrow, then back to back shows in Boise and Twin Falls Idaho. After that it was down to Salt Lake City, over to Denver, south to Albuquerque, over to Tucson, and up to Phoenix. Then we had three in the L.A. area before heading up to San Francisco and on to Portland with the final show back home in Seattle. Between travel days and shows, there was no rest for the wicked and no time for anyone to fuck around.
About an hour into our drive, Stoli got the email from the promoter. “Hey guys, this is a seriously crazy schedule. We have just enough time between gigs to get to the next city. And with us being the opening band we may have to leave some shows while the other bands are still playing.” His eyes locked on mine as he released a deep breath.
“Maybe we should consider calling that manager guy.” This life was becoming a rea
lity for us and we were going to need someone to guide us through it.
“Yeah, you’re right. Is it cool if I represent the band when I talk to him?” he asked us, everyone either shrugged or nodded. “Okay, I’ll call him now.” He pulled the card from his wallet and started dialing. Diamond was driving, Mickey was sitting in the passenger seat and Stoli and I were laying across the bed rolls and duffle bags in the back.
We listened intently to Stoli’s side of the conversation, as though we’d be able to put the whole picture together. But excitement versus reality was a thin line to tread because it was scary either way.
“All right guys,” he said, putting his phone away. “He’s gonna email me a list of references for us to check. I’m sending him the tour list and having Brett overnight a demo disc to him. If he likes what he hears, he and his son are going to fly out to one of the shows to see us play live and meet with us afterwards. That is, if we like what the references have to say too.”
Then he dove across the van, attacking me. “It’s fucking happening, Joey.”
I was giggling from him tickling me.
“All right love birds, you’re rocking the van and that is something Mickey and I do not want to see,” Diamond joked.
“Fuck you,” we yelled in unison, catching our breath and breaking into uncontrollable fits of laughter. It felt like my best friend was returning.
I grabbed my phone to text Lucas and my dad the update.
“You texting BT?” Stoli asked without looking up from his phone.
“BT?” Huh, oh. “Boy Toy. Ha-ha, smart ass. But yeah and my dad too.” I wasn’t about to let his negative comment ruin my good mood.
“Um, tell him thanks,” Stoli said, still not making eye contact with me.
“My dad?”
“Lucas.”
“Oh, okay.” Maybe there was hope after all.
We listened to the radio, singing along with it when the reception wasn’t interrupted and popped in CDs when it was. Adding a CD player to the van was one of the first things we did. Actually, it was Diamond’s idea and he installed it as well.
By the time we reached North Bend, I was nervously flicking the loops in my lip with my tongue. What if we suck? What if I fuck up and ruin this for everyone else? What if?
