Page 49 of Behind the Lights

All the blood left my head and I felt like I was going to vomit. “Wait, what?” I turned to Lucas. “What’s he talking about?”

“Your other boyfriend here,” he pointed at Stoli, “thinks that’s what he saw, but he didn’t come close enough to see that I was helping him sew a tear in his pants.”

“While they were still on him?” Stoli argued.

“Yes, he didn’t want to take them off. I was just trying to help him.” Lucas sidled up beside me. “You know how I like to help out when I can,” he said to me using, his sweet voice. Something felt off and I knew Stoli hated him although I didn’t know why, but to take things to this extreme may just be the end of our friendship, this was not cool.

“Come on you guys, knock it off.” I said, trying to ease the tension. “We’ve drawn a crowd over nothing. I’m heading out with Lucas. I’ll catch you guys when it’s time to leave.” I hugged my dad and thanked him for coming before wrapping my arm around Lucas, guiding him out.

When we got to the bus I led him inside. “What the hell was that about and why did you call him my boyfriend? Again?” I plopped down on the couch and he sat beside me.

“Baby, you know he’s jealous of me.” He started kissing the side of my neck. My cock twitched when he hit the sensitive spot below my ear.

“Mmm. Jealous of what?” I was losing my train of thought as he began rubbing the front of my jeans with the palm of his hand.

“Me. Enough talk about him.” He sucked in my bottom lip. “Let me take care of my man before we have to part again.”

I grabbed the back of his neck, pulling his lips to mine. He unbuttoned my fly as I felt my warm erection hit the cool air. When he began stroking me, I threw my head back against the couch mumbling, “Fuck.”

With his mouth on mine and him stroking my cock, I was literally putty in his hands. The weeks between our hookups were increasing in frequency and it wasn’t going to take much to get me off. His grip tightened, adding a twist on the upswing just below the head before sliding back down only to have the move repeated. I was lost, between the rhythm of the strokes and his tongue delving in and out of my mouth it was just…ahh. When he started sucking my tongue, I thrust up in his fist, coating the front of my shirt.

With a final kiss, he pulled my shirt off over my head, tucked my deflating member away and re-buttoned my pants before I’d even caught my breath.

“Ugh, can’t move,” I whined.

“Ha, no worries. Which one is your bunk, so I can get you a clean shirt?” He headed toward the back of the bus.

“I have to share to with Stoli, bottom left bunk.” I stood to help him but he stopped.

“You share a bunk with Stoli? What else do you share with him?” he spat.

“Huh? Am I missing something here? You have eight guys and a driver on one bus. We are all doubled up. What are you getting at?”

What was with all the aggression and hostility tonight?

“Are you and Stoli fucking?” he said with his hands on his hips assuming his confrontational stance.

“I’ve fucked around with no one but you and you know that. What the fuck, Lucas?” I crossed my arms across my chest to keep from punching something. He knew I’d never cheat on him.

“Sorry but I’m not happy about this. You guys need to get your own bus.” He grabbed my bag and tore a shirt from it. “And you need to do laundry, your clothes stink.”

He tossed the shirt at me, I put it on before addressing him again. “We don’t have the money for a bus. You know we don’t make shit, Lucas. Five minutes ago you were all over me and now you’re trying to start an argument that has no grounds for which to stand on. I’m not cheating on you. I never have, and I never will.”

Lucas walked up to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, “I’m sorry, Joey. I love you and I trust you. But, I…don’t…trust…Stoli.”

“Whatever Lucas, the guys are walking up to the bus now. Let me walk you to your car.” As we turned, Mickey and Stoli entered. Stoli took one look at us and stormed off, punching the side of the bus in his wake. “I don’t know what’s going on between you two, but it needs to end, Now.” I took Lucas by the hand and guided him off the bus and over to his car.

By the time I returned to the bus, Stoli was back and all eyes were on me as I entered. “What’s up guys?”

Everyone shrugged, Nate spoke up, “That was cool your dads came out. They seemed to have enjoyed themselves.”

“Yeah, that was sweet.” While I was thinking about it, I took my phone out to text my dad thanks again before plopping down on the couch beside Mickey. Stoli stalked off and hid in our bunk, sliding the curtain closed behind him.

“Hey bro,” Mickey nudged me, “Stoli says we’re swapping bunkmates so you’re with Diamond.

“What? Why?” I looked from face to face, searching for an answer.

“Dude, how long have you and Stoli been friends? Best friends nonetheless,” Diamond asked me.

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