Page 1 of Bassist With Benefits
CHAPTER ONE
The small bed in the back of the tour bus was barely big enough to fit two people, but five bodies occupied its confines from Minneapolis to Chicago. The lights were on, which was customary in order to determine who was who in the mix of tangled body parts. Lying on his back, with his fingers laced behind his head, Jeremy let two of the three groupies peruse his body at will. That way, it ensured no accidental contact with Alan.
Best friends since they were teens, Jeremy Kagan and Alan Delgado shared everything – including men. Never crossing the line of friendship, their group bangs were merely sex in the same room with the same man, or men, but not with each other.
The bus hit a pothole and everyone momentarily bounced off the mattress, causing a foot to hit Jeremy in the ear just as he crossed the threshold of an orgasm. He turned away from the offending foot odor, but his heavy panting made it impossible to evade the foul-smelling aroma floating only a few inches in front of his mouth. It became a combination of intense pleasure and release, and a suffocating stench. He let out one final grunt and quickly rolled off the bed, almost smashing into the side wall of the tour bus. He looked down at the ménage of tangled arms and legs and determined it was Alan’s foot that had almost ruined the best blowjob he’d had all week. “Thanks a lot, asshole.”
The groupie looked up with a small frown on his plump lips.
“Not you.” Jeremy gave the groupie, whose name he didn’t remember, an affectionate smile and pointed to Alan’s feet, both of which were now on the pillow that had been underneath Jeremy’s head not more than 10 seconds ago. “I had a face full of Alan’s stinking dogs.”
Alan, still getting sucked off by a fanboy twink, opened his eyes, smiled at Jeremy and gave him the finger.
“Asshole,” Jeremy repeated, with a crooked smile.
The groupie tugged on Jeremy’s arm. “Get back in bed. I’ll make sure no one’s feet are in your face this time.”
“Let me get a beer.” Jeremy slipped out of the bedroom, trotted into the kitchen area and opened the fridge, now hungrier than he was thirsty. Score on leftover pizza. He plopped the cardboard box on the table and guzzled half the bottle of beer. Before he dove into the pizza, he pulled his long, dark hair back so it didn’t end up in his food. It had grown since the tour started and now fell past his elbows, which meant he was in need of a trim. As he chomped on a slice of pepperoni heaven, the sound ofWe Will Not Go Quietlyby Sixx:A.M., coming from the next section of the bus, caught his attention. His bare feet slapped on the hard laminate flooring while he made his way to the lounge area. He stopped in the archway, pizza in one hand, ice cold beer in the other, and tapped his foot to the music video that was playing on the flat screen.
“What the fuck, Jeremy?” Brandon Bullet, Bulletproof’s lead singer, glared back at him from the couch. “How about putting on a pair of shorts? No one wants to see your junk.”
“Speak for yourself,” he replied through a mouthful of pizza and jutting his chin toward Brandon’s boyfriend. “I think Cam’s interested.”
Cam, who had been staring south of Jeremy’s navel, lifted his eyes to meet Jeremy’s for a brief second before he turned to Brandon with a smile. “Not interested. It’s just hard not to stare when the thing is pointing straight at me.”
“Yeah, right.” Brandon clapped his hand on the back of Cam’s neck and gave him a hard, sexy kiss.
It made Jeremy wonder how the hell Cam hadn’t suffered a chipped tooth by now. The two of them practically socked each other in the jaw every time they kissed. He returned his attention back to the music and sunk into the captain’s chair next to the couch to finish his beer and pizza, before rejoining the fuckfest in the back bedroom. He was singing along to the chorus when a pillow hit him in the face.
“Your dick eye is still staring at my guy.”
Jeremy tucked the pillow between his legs. “Better?”
“Yeah. Better. Why are you out here anyway?” Brandon asked.
Jeremy held up his half-eaten slice of pizza. “I needed to refuel.” A wet black nose popped up from the floor and sniffed heavily toward his outstretched hand. He pulled the slice away, but not before a few snorts of dog slobber landed on his pizza crust. He gave the dog the rest of the slice, which she ate rather daintily. He watched her, picking the cheese off and chewing small pieces at a time, but uninterested in the crust. She jumped on the couch next to Cam, leaving the mutilated pizza crust on the floor. The dog rested her elbow on Cam’s thigh and stared out the window, licking her lips loudly.
Cam stroked her glossy fur, glanced down at the mess on the floor and then up at Jeremy. “I know she’s my dog, but you gave it to her.”
“Damn it. That’s what I get for being a sucker for a pair of sad eyes.” Jeremy waved his index finger at the dog. “Next time, none for you.” But he didn’t mean it. He loved that dog, and he’d give her the steak off his plate once she turned those big brown eyes on him. He grabbed a paper towel and spray cleaner from the kitchen and scrubbed the sauce and remnants of his slice of pizza from the floor of the bus.
“Can I ask you a question?” Cam asked.
Jeremy plopped back down in the captain’s chair. “Shoot.” He glanced at the wadded up paper towel and bottle of cleaner in his hands that now replaced the beer and pizza from a few minutes ago. Geeze. How’d he go from stuffing his face to becoming a housemaid?
“Isn’t it weird screwing around with one of your best friends?” Cam asked.
Jeremy was flabbergasted at the question, or rather, at the presumption. He just sat there and stared at Cam with his mouth open, unable to form a response.
“Sorry. I know it’s none of my business.”
“It’s not that it’s none of your business. It’s just, why would you think that?”
“I just assumed that you and Alan are screwing around when you’re all together in the bedroom.” Cam let out a small laugh. “I hear plenty of noises that would indicate everyone is getting in on the action.”
“Me and Alan don’t fool around. We’ve known each other since we were 13. He’s like my brother.”
“Really?” Cam squinted one eye with suspicion and presented a playful smile. “There’s nothing there between you two? You and Alan are constantly goofing around. Touching each other. Play fighting.” He turned to Brandon. “Right? Or is it just me?”
