Page 45 of Behind the Lights

“You know what. Why were you checking out Diamond?” He clenched his jaw just as tightly as his knuckles were.

“Fuck man, it’s been a long time. And you have to admit, he’s easy on the eyes.” I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to unknot it and avoid Stoli’s death glare. “Don’t worry, I’d never even think about trying anything with a band mate and I wouldn’t ever cheat on Lucas.” What was meant to be reassuring, only seemed to piss him off further. There was no way I was going to win this battle, so I resigned to keeping my mouth shut.

In dead silence we drove on and as soon as we were parked, Stoli bolted out of the van slamming the door behind him. I guess I must have broken some unspoken band rule. I opted to stay a few feet behind him, so I didn’t piss him off any more than I already had. It seems even looking at one of my band brothers was worse than I could have imagined.

Once inside, we found DD coming off the stage and Stoli called out to Nate.

“Hey, dude.” They one arm hugged. “Thanks for recommending us for the tour.”

“No problem, you guys gonna do it?” he asked, wiping the towel across the back of his neck.

“Yeah, we are. Sal, our new manager, is gonna call yours and get it set up,” he said.

I stood back and let Stoli do his thing. Probably best to keep my mouth shut since I was already on his shit list.

“Cool, well we still have some shows left on this tour,” Tommy added, walking up beside Nate and chugging down a bottle of water. “But glad you guys will be on the next one. Do you have a tour bus or just the van?”

“Um, just the van. We aren’t able to get a bus yet.” This was the first time I’d seen Stoli even slightly embarrassed. He never even turned red graduation night when I caught him balls deep in the face of one of our classmates. Why that thought popped into my head more than two years later was beyond me.

“You okay?” Tommy asked me.

I guessed my face must have had guilt written all over it. “Ugh, yeah sorry.” I wasn’t about to share those thoughts with anyone.

“Okay cool, you guys camping out in your van tonight? Wanna grab a couple of beers?” Nate asked as the rest of their band members joined us.

“Nah, but thanks. We got a room for the night. Needed to wash the road trip off us. I wanted to swap numbers with you guys in case we had any questions,” Stoli said, pulling his phone out.

“No worries, okay mine is...” Nate rattled off his number while Stoli programmed it in, shooting him a text so he’d have his in return.

“Sweet, we’ll catch you guys tomorrow,” Stoli told them before we headed out the door. He seemed to have calmed down, so I walked alongside him back to the van. “You wanna text the guys and see if they want pizza?” he asked me as he unlocked the van door.

“Okay.” I shot it off and they texted right back. Food was the fastest way to get their attention and pizza was a winner with all. “They said hell yeah.”

We found a pizza joint not too far from the hotel and went inside to order two large pepperonis to go and stopped at a convenience store to fill up the ice chest with drinks.

The remainder of the tour went as we’d anticipated, being on the road got to some more than others. One guy overdosed and had to be medevacked out from the Tucson show. Luckily that band had a roadie who could fill in for him. Others were continually fighting, at times it felt like we were at an adult day care center. We stayed out of the path of destruction and spent most of our time with the guys from DD to try and get used to each other since we’d be spending the better part of the next six months with them.

Chapter

Eleven

Lucas met me at my house, I’d texted him when we were about twenty minutes out. The other three unloaded the equipment and put it in Stoli’s garage while Lucas and I took my bags inside.

We were barely through the front door before we were shedding our clothing, and not very stealthily I might add. I tripped trying to get my pants off while attempting to go upstairs. Lucky for me, I didn’t break my neck. Lucas on the other hand had his clothes off and streaked past me and into my room, giggling in his wake.

“I’ll teach you to giggle at me,” I said, smacking his naked ass which only increased his giggles.

I tackled him down on my bed, sloppy kisses ensued as our tongues and brains were not on the same path. Finally, I gave up and nipped his collarbone and he thrust up against me as our erections bobbed together.

“Fuck, I missed you,” I told him, before sucking his nipple.

He hissed, “Mmm, me too. More.”

I reached down, wrapping my fingers around his shaft, stroking a couple of times while nibbling my way down his torso. I nipped the inside of his hip before licking a stripe up the underside of his dick. When I reached the tip, I swirled my tongue around the outside of it and dipped my tongue into the slit.

“Yes…” he murmured.

My hand on his shaft never deviated from its playful torture while the other worked its way up to his parted lips, sliding two of my fingers in his mouth. He knew where they were going. His tongue darted out, coating them in saliva. Once they were good and wet, I teased the part of him I had an uncontrollable urge to bury myself in with their tips before pushing both in to the first knuckle. But that wasn’t what I really wanted. I removed them, and he whimpered at the loss. But those whimpers were quickly silenced when I replaced them with them with my tongue.

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