Day 0 Kutztown, PA — The Day Before #3
“I like your eyes,” I whisper back.
It’s dark on this side of the truck, the massive bulk shielding us from the plaza lights, so I don’t mind when he kisses me, lifting me clear off my feet, cold metal across my back as he presses me against the door.
I’m giving back as good as I get, already desperate, licking into his mouth as my hands claw at his shoulders. Fuck, this is exactly what I needed.
I don’t know how he gets the truck door open, or how we make it up into the cab.
He’s crowding me between the seats, pushing me toward the berth behind them, and when we get there he spins me around, shoving me gently toward the narrow mattress.
I go down on my knees on the floor, my face hitting a bed spread that smells like him — Irish Spring soap and tobacco and something sweet that I can’t quite place.
But I don’t have much time to think about it before he’s kneeling behind me, one hand pushing underneath my shirt to spread across my belly while the other unbuckles my studded belt, his lips on my shoulder.
“Gonna take such good care of you, pretty boy —” he rumbles, and from the shape of the cock pressing against the seat of my jeans, I believe him.
“Um —”
But I don’t have time to say more before he’s yanking my jeans down to my knees. And when he sinks to the floor, parting my cheeks gently with his thumbs and pressing his tongue to my hole, I find that I don’t actually have anything to say, no notes at all.
“Fuuuu —”
My fingers claw at the blankets, and I press my nose into the mattress and I breathe in the essence of him, and I nod when he asks politely to fuck me.
And as he rolls the condom on, as he eases into me to give me what we both need, I think that even if I can’t have what I really want, at least I can forget about it sometimes.
MAX
Krista is lying flat among the covers, her belly heaving after what sounded like a pretty incredible orgasm, if I do say so myself. I wipe my mouth on my shirt and crawl up the bed, draping myself over Krista’s body so I can kiss her.
“Ewww, gross, no fucking way —” She covers my mouth with her hand, holding me back. “You know I don’t want you kissing me when you’ve had your face down there. Do you think I’m a lesbian or something?”
“Um — okay,” I sigh, redirecting to kiss the side of her neck instead.
She hums, reaching between us to unzip my jeans, and I shimmy out of them, pressing my lips against her shoulder as I do.
But as she settles her hips on the mattress, her knees hugging my sides, as I rub the head of my cock against the wet spread of her cunt —
Fucking nothing. Little dude just doesn’t want to play.
I try anyway, grabbing a condom from the pocket that hangs off the bed rail and tossing it onto the sheets beside us. But I don’t even get the packet open before I realize this isn’t happening. I roll onto my back next to Krista with a frustrated groan, covering my face with both hands.
“Aww, poor little Max,” she coos in a singsong voice, slinging an arm across my chest and dropping a kiss on my shoulder. “At least I don’t have to worry about you cheating on me while you’re on tour.”
She’s said shit like that to me before, but for some reason it hits different this time, maybe because I’m leaving. I lift one hand and look over at her. “That’s fucked up.”
“What?” She’s the picture of innocence, her baby blues wide. “It’s not my fault if it’s true.”
“Yeah, but —” I turn onto my side, facing the wall. “I feel shitty enough. You don’t have to do that.”
Krista giggles, walking her fingers down my arm. “I bet you can get it up for your boyfriend.”
I freeze. “What?”
“You heard me —” She sits up suddenly, and I turn to face her. “I’ve seen how you two look at each other.”
“You know what? Get the fuck out —”
It’s Krista’s turn to freeze. She can dish it, but she can’t take it. “Are you fucking serious?”
I point across the room. “There’s the fucking door.”
She starts collecting her clothes, her hands shaking. “If I walk out that door, I am never coming back. You fucking hear me?”
I just glare at her, my blood pounding in my ears. Finally, she snorts and tosses her head.
“Fine. FINE.” She climbs down the ladder, smoothing down her skirt and pulling her clothes back on.
“Do you have any idea how many guys are lining up to fuck me? Guys whose dicks actually work. Hope you have fun on your little tour or whatever, because when you get back everyone is going to know how pathetic you are.”
“Just go, Krista —”
She stops in the doorway, a tiny tower of fury. “Have fun sucking your boyfriend’s cock.”
I hear the outer door slam behind her, and suddenly I remember how thin the walls in this place are. I nearly fall out of bed, grabbing a pair of pajama pants and pulling them on before I careen down the hall, knocking on Sam’s door.
“Dude, are you in there?”
But his room is dark, his bed made neat as a pin, his bags for the tour piled up in the corner. He didn’t hear what she said.
What. In the everliving. FUCK.