2. Kay
Chapter two
Kay
Two things about this festival. First, my band, Bramble Punk, wasn’t playing.
There wasn’t enough space for two bands, and Midnight Hunt was the best. They weren’t actually headlining the festival, but they had the last spot before the headliners came on.
Some group called F-Holes. They had fucking cellos.
What a riot. But they were good, topped charts, and sold-out stadiums. I wasn’t going to hate on them.
Nope. What I was going to do was enjoy the break.
I pulled out a lawn chair and let down the awning on the side of the bus and popped open a cold bottle of water.
The second thing was that we weren’t getting hotels. Instead, we were hanging out on the buses and heading from the festival straight to the next venue. The way things played out, I had a spot on Wolf’s bus along with Donavan and his brother.
Don and I hit it off well; he’d become my best friend in record time.
I told him everything. Almost. I couldn’t tell him or anyone my biggest secret.
It would not go over well and probably ruin my career.
No one wanted to imagine a big rock star acting like a kid.
Well, a little kid. There was a difference.
I wanted to color, play with LEGOs, or dinosaurs and racecars, or go to the park and swing.
I liked dump trucks and My Little Pony, and two Barbies.
No one needed that information. I kept it to myself. Everything else, though, Don knew.
The rest of the band was off enjoying the festival and watching Midnight Hunt. They were always my favorite band, and I loved them more since I’d gotten to know them, but I need some quiet and to decompress. It didn’t surprise me when Donavan strode over. He waved as he got closer.
“Hey, Don!”
“Hey. Why aren’t you watching the show?”
I shrugged. “Needed quiet time.”
“I get it.” He did—he always did. “It’s fucking hot out, though. Can we get on the bus?”
“Yes. Here, don’t dehydrate, man.” I handed him the bottle as I followed him up the stairs, checking out his ass as he went. Okay, maybe a second thing I hadn’t told him, but I was pretty sure he knew. We had great chemistry.
Don talked to the driver for a minute. He kicked the AC up for us, and we made our way to the center of the bus.
We both had single bunks with him on top, then Wolf and Harrison had the big room at the very back.
In the middle was a public space that could serve as either a dining room or a living room, depending on its configuration.
“Let’s take the couch out,” Don said as he pulled at the furniture. I helped and soon we were snuggled together on the couch. More than friends, not yet lovers, we were in a weird place in our relationship, but neither of us was pushing it.
But this was different. More electric. No one else was around, and we didn’t expect anyone to show up for at least an hour or more. Even if they left the show, the rest of Bramble Punk would go to their bus, not ours. And while Wolf was on stage, Harrison was sure to be right there at his side.
I turned my head to Don, not sure what I wanted to say, but he turned his head at the same time. Our lips met. Don smiled at my surprise. “I won’t bite.” He touched my face and ran a finger over my lips. “I want to really kiss you.”
“What about Harrison?” The man had threatened both of us, though I honestly thought he was coming around.
“He doesn’t own me.”
“No. He doesn’t.” I kissed him for real this time, first with a soft press of lips, but then with my tongue slipping inside his mouth. His hand ran up the inside of my T-shirt, feeling my hot skin and tickling over my ribs.
Then he tweaked my nipple. “Want to get off, Kay?”
My dick was so hard. “Yeah…”
“Good.” He moved to the side and undid my pants, tugging at them enough to expose my dick. “Ready?” When I nodded, he took my dick in his mouth and sucked and slobbered all over it, using his tongue and lips. It looked dirty, filthy, like the best porn.
When I moaned, deep in my throat, he stood. I was disappointed, but he quickly shoved his pants down to his thighs. My dick throbbed watching him. His pink cock sprang out. I wanted to suck him too, but he had other things in mind.
“Move here…” He shifted us until we were side by side, cocks pressed together. He licked and slobbered over his palm, then gripped both of us, squeezing our members together as he stroked. “Fuck, move your hips, Kay. Fuck into my hand.”
I grunted as my cock rubbed against his with every thrust. It felt good, sexy, and the thought that any of the other guys, including his brother, might walk in made it more exciting.
When he bit my neck, an overwhelming sensation shot to my dick.
My balls tightened right up. “Ungh…Don…” I came hard.
I’d fucked around with people before. I was not a virgin.
Being in the rocker scene made that option impossible, but none of that compared to how amazing this was with him.
The stars behind my eyes looked like heaven.
Beside me, Don moaned loudly and shuddered as he came, his jiz joining mine between us. “Fuck. That was hot.”
I cupped his cheek and forced his face up to look at me. “It was. I loved it.” I kissed him again, passionately. I wasn’t sure if I believed in soul mates, but if they were a thing, Donavan Sebert was potentially mine.
We cleaned up, and I figured we’d act like it didn’t happen, but I was wrong. We cuddled together on the couch. Don rested his head on my chest and tangled our feet together. “I’m ready for a nap, but…”
“Me too. But what?”
“Are you good with this? What do you want from it? Like boyfriends? Or friends with benefits? Or what?”
“I haven’t thought about it enough. I mean, we were only friends until like five minutes ago.” And I chickened out of saying what I really thought. I wanted him as my boyfriend, but before that could happen, I needed to tell him my secret, and I wasn’t ready. “What do you think we should do?”
“I think whatever we decide, it’s between us. We don’t have to label it or tell anyone. Let’s keep it quiet and do whatever we feel. Does that work?”
“Sounds like friends with benefits.”
“How about this? Friends with benefits with potential for more. I can see us being more. How about you?”
“Maybe, but I think we take it slow at the pace we’re comfortable with. Like you said. No labels. Just between us.”
“Deal.” He kissed me to seal it. “Now close your eyes. Let’s get some sleep.”
I kissed the top of his head. I already wanted more, but I had to reel in my feelings. A relationship with me was complicated, and from what he said, he wasn’t ready for that. I probably wasn’t either.