Page 15 of Bassist With Benefits
Hunched over the kitchen island, Alan had his head down with one hand gripping a bar stool, and the other hand resting somewhere down by his waist, hidden under the countertop. Jeremy could see Alan’s chest rising and falling from two rooms away. He’d seen the guy get enough head to know what he looked like when he was ready to come.
Jeremy ripped his eyes away and squeezed them shut, as if the sight of his friend on the brink of an orgasm burned his retinas.
A hand slid into the waistband of Jeremy’s jeans, and he opened his eyes. The guy who wouldn’t take no for an answer was back.
“Are you ready to have some fun?” the guy asked for the hundredth time tonight. “I haven’t seen you with anyone all night. Who are you holding out for?”
The question hit Jeremy hard. What the fuck was he waiting for? Alan? Did he really think he was going to end the night by jumping into bed with Alan? That line of thinking would ultimately ruin their friendship, and he needed to expel all thoughts of that kind from his head.
He realized the guy was right. By now, he’d be on his second blowjob and finding a guy to bring to his room to fuck until he was too tired to move. Instead, he had spent most of the night watching Alan and then walking around looking for his friend when he lost sight of him. What the fuck was wrong with him? He took the groupie’s hand and pulled him toward his bedroom.
“Well, it’s about damn time,” the groupie said with a satisfied smile.
CHAPTER SIX
Jeremy slipped out of his bunk and stretched his arms over his head. He flattened his hands on the roof of the tour bus as he lifted himself onto his toes. With back-to-back shows, they had spent the last few days traveling on the bus without a stay-over in a hotel, and he missed the comfort of a real bed to sleep in.
Bulletproof had played Louisville, Greenville, Atlanta, and Charleston, and were now on their way to Orlando where they had two days to turn the city upside down before playing another sold-out arena. Their tour could get pretty fucking grueling sometimes.
The empty bunks around Jeremy meant that he was the last one up. He dug his fingers into the front of his sweatpants and scratched his lower belly, again rising up on his toes.
“Where’s the coffee?” he called, hoping someone would answer.
A black bundle of fur came running from the back of the bus and circled Jeremy’s legs, before the dog sat and waited for a pet. The poor girl must have been feeling guilty for knocking him in the jaw and socking Derek in the balls two weeks ago, because she had been the perfect little lady ever since.
“Good girl, Brandy,” Cam said, exiting the office in the back of the bus. “I’ve been working on her jumping.”
At praise from one of her daddies, the dog’s ears perked up and she ran to show Cam how nice she could sit for a pet.
Cam squatted down next to her so he could give her a hug and offered his cheek for a wet kiss. “That’s my girl.” He gave her a few pats on the back. “Good girl. Go sit with Brandon.” The dog took off toward the front of the bus like a flash, almost knocking Jeremy over. “Slow down!” Cam pressed his lips into a grimace. “Sorry, Jeremy. She’s a bundle of energy. I need to take her for a nice long walk as soon as we get to Orlando.” He clapped his hand onto Jeremy’s shoulder. “Coffee?”
“Yeah.” Jeremy’s eyes opened a little wider. “You makin’ it?”
“And pancakes.”
Traveling with Cam was like having a personal chef on board – a very good-looking personal chef. Jeremy slung his arm over Cam’s shoulder as they walked toward the kitchen area. “Will you marry me?”
“What’s that?” Brandon swiveled the captain’s chair around to face them. “Did you just propose to my guy?” Without waiting for an answer, Brandon walked straight up to Cam and flattened him against the refrigerator door. He took Cam’s face between his palms and planted a hard kiss on his mouth. One hand slowly traveled down the length of Cam’s body from his shoulder to his thigh with possessive pressure from Brandon’s fingers. “Now you can tell him whether you’ll marry him or not.”
Cam flipped their positions around so that Brandon was up against the refrigerator, their bodies plastered together against the stainless steel, and returned an equally forceful kiss. “That’s my answer.”
Jeremy was getting morning wood from watching these two. “Are we having pancakes or porn for breakfast?”
Cam chuckled against Brandon’s lips. “In a minute.”
Jeremy thought about filling the carafe with water to get a head start on the coffee, but that would mean he’d have to get to the sink which was directly next to his two horny friends. He chose to wait in the lounge area and took a seat next to Derek, rather than share the couch with Alan, although that’s where he really wanted to sit.
Things were more or less restored to natural order between Jeremy and Alan, except their banter was gone. The verbal sparring was slowly coming back, but the physical part was notably missing. The two had been roughhousing since they were kids. Be it a punch in the arm or a playful headlock, there was always physical contact between them, and Jeremy missed that interaction. It was like there was a very thin sheet still separating them, and he wanted it gone.
“So what’s on the agenda for today?” he asked Alan, hoping for some one-on-one conversation and trying to reinforce their connection.
Alan returned a crooked smile that just about melted Jeremy’s heart. He needed the awkwardness to go away, and that hint of a teasing smile meant everything would be alright.
“Let me check my planner.” Alan held out the palm of his hand as if he was looking at a notebook and pretended to flip the pages with the fingers of his other hand. “I’m free all day. What do you have in mind, besides reclaiming our tans?”
They hadn’t seen the beach since they left California. Their lives were enriched by living in a coastal state their entire lives, and Jeremy didn’t realize how much he missed the ocean until it was no longer accessible. He had no idea how people lived inland. “Is there anywhere to surf in Florida? It’s been… what?” He searched his memory. “Three months since we’ve been on a board?”
“Hey, Cam,” Derek called toward the kitchen. “You’re from the East Coast. Where can we go surfing once we get to Florida?”
