Chapter 12 #3
The Dusty Brooms have three two-bed hotel rooms booked, and Gene’s is room 203.
In the short span of the tour so far, Ray and Gene have usually shared a bed, leaving Carol to sleep next to Santiago.
It all worked out for them—Gene liked being next to Ray more than anyone—but he didn’t dare try to cuddle with Ray like he had that one night in August. No, not once since.
Even though he wanted to, he also didn’t want to make it any more awkward between them as friends.
And he especially wouldn’t risk it if other people were in the room.
Santi has never made a move on Carol; neither of them seemed really all that interested in each other, which was made especially clear when Santi himself had said he would hate to be in the middle of ‘relationship drama’—if you could call this that, anyway.
But perhaps Gene is about to make everything worse, with what he knows he’s about to do with Carol tonight.
They enter the room, and Gene makes sure to lock the door behind them.
Ray has a key, yes, but if he’s playing pool, they should have at least a good hour before he even thinks of stopping back into the room.
Gene’s a little afraid of what might happen once Ray does decide to pop in, but that fear is dulled by the alcohol in his system.
Ray will be fine. He can cope. Gene is here with Carol, and they’re about to have some fun together.
But he’s at a loss of what to say to her. His mind is buzzing and he’s a bit nervous to initiate anything. He wants Carol to make the first move. So instead, he simply takes a deep drag from his cigarette, attempting to calm his nerves.
Carol sits down on one of the beds and takes off her shoes. She looks at Gene, eyeing him up and down. “You look so handsome tonight, Gene,” she says.
“Thank you,” he says, sitting down next to her and kicking off his own boots. “You yourself look gorgeous too, darling.”
Carol’s cheeks flush red. She rests a hand on Gene’s thigh, her touch warm through his black slacks. “I’ve been wondering if… um… if you really liked me like that. Enough to be here alone with me like this.”
Gene’s heart beats madly, hammering in his chest. He takes another puff of his cigarette before he speaks. “What guy wouldn’t? You’re pretty, smart, fun, nice…”
With the way her face softens, how she breaks eye contact, he can tell he must’ve said something wrong. That it wasn’t the exact answer she was looking for.
“I mean, I do like you,” Gene reassures. “And… whatever you’d like to do with me tonight, I’m open.”
“Whatever, you say?” She looks him in the eyes again, her face lighting up.
“Yeah, whatever.”
The alcohol kicks at his brain again. He’s hesitant to clarify that he only wants it for tonight, and no more, because he’s afraid that saying something like that will crush Carol’s spirits. No, he wants them to have a good time. And bringing up feelings—or lack thereof—will only dampen the mood.
“Well…” Carol starts, “Maybe you can start by putting out your cigarette. A bit hard to do anything when you’re holding that.”
“Oh, sure.” Gene takes one last drag before he reaches over and snuffs it out in the ashtray on the nightstand. “There.”
“Perfect.” She rubs Gene’s thigh, leaning closer to him.
As she looks into his eyes, he can see her own hesitancy within them.
He already gave her permission to do whatever, but maybe that wasn’t enough.
He wants her to feel comfortable, so perhaps he should ask first before they jump into anything.
“May I kiss you, darling?”
She giggles at that. “Of course. You don’t need to ask.” Well, that makes things easier, I guess.
He brings his hand up to her cheek, then closes the distance between their faces. Her lips are soft and delicate. It makes his heart beat even harder, if that were possible. The hand on his thigh sneaks further up. She cups her palm over his crotch, the gentle pressure making his cock thicken.
Their lips part, noses still touching. Her breath tickles his chin. Then she leans in again, deeper this time, opening her mouth. Gene tastes the alcohol on her tongue. It fuels his desire more, especially with the subtle movement of her hand rubbing against his dick.
“Maybe we should get rid of these clothes,” he offers.
“Good thinking,” she says, a cute smile on her face.
And so, they shed their clothes, Gene snags a condom from his wallet, and they lie down on the bed.
Carol moves to straddle Gene’s hips, sitting on top of him.
Man, she really does look gorgeous. Another dizzy rush swirls in his head, but pleasure calms him as Carol reaches down and touches him.
He lets her take control. He’s merely a vessel for her to take her pleasure from him, however she wants.
She slips the condom on him before she situates herself, sitting down on his cock.
The mind-blowing sensation consumes him—damn, this is amazing.
She rocks her hips, he grabs onto her thighs, and they ride out the feeling in a night of pure ecstacy.
For just this moment, he can forget everything that’s been troubling him.
The pressure rises, heat intensifying, breath after shaky breath, until he can’t hold on any longer.
He claws tighter onto her legs as he comes.
Carol moans when she too hits her peak, falling like a ragdoll on top of him, and the world seems to spin in a foggy, overwhelming bliss.