Chapter 14
The lights dimmed on the stage at the end of my set. I ran backstage, sweat dripping from my face, thighs sticky in my leather shorts.
I spent The Band's show chilling in my dressing room, watching them on the screen and getting my makeup off. I was exhausted after the back-to-back travel and shows. The tour exhaustion was quickly setting in.
The flashes of cameras tracked us as we ran back to the tour bus. We had to hit the road immediately to make it to Seattle in time. I was still dripping with sweat, performing was the ultimate workout. It was absolutely surreal how fast my music career had risen. Opening for The Band and all the press around Tom and I had accomplished more in six months than I had in the past five years.
Still riding the adrenaline, ears ringing, I took a shot Mickey had poured for everyone once we'd returned to the bus. Some of the dancers and backup musicians were there too, comical to see even more people crammed into our tour bus. We had just a few moments before everyone would have to disperse to their correct buses for the night. So we enjoyed the company, laughs and weed curling through the hot, sticky air.
I was already in Tom's arms, of course, both of us still in our stage makeup and outfits. His hair had a funny gel texture mixing with the sweat. It made my fingers even stickier as we made out shamelessly for a moment.
"Awww,"
I heard Lacy's voice from my side, causing me to pull away from Tom and leap to hug her.
"Oh my God, Lacy,"
I screeched.
"You did it, babe! You were incredible!"
Lacy exclaimed.
"We did it!"
I insisted.
"You were so incredible, oh my God!"
We discussed the details from the night: the crowd, the signs, the vibes. How crazy it was to be performing in front of that many people. Tom remained next to me the whole time, smiling and talking with Luke about who knows what.
Eventually the operations manager let out a loud whooping noise everyone understood to mean it was time to get ready to leave. Everyone left our bus, cups of tequila going with them. I was sure the dancer bus must be a very fun place to be tonight. Lacy had told me they were all smoking weed and making out with each other every night.
But I had my man right here, and I was content. Besides, as much as I hated to admit it, something had changed between me and the dance crew since tour had actually started. Not that we were any less close, but it was clear I was the main talent and they were backup. That was bound to make the vibes slightly different. The fame was like an invisible barrier growing around me in a way I wasn't sure I liked.
With everyone out of the bus besides the five of us, I continued to be comfortable leaning against Tom, lost in thought and tequila.
Mickey poured us all more shots as the bus began to move.
"Here's to night one!"
Mickey said.
"And to our little musical spitfire kicking ass at her first stadium show,"
Hunter smiled broadly at me, surprising me. I had assumed his newfound friendliness was an adrenaline-fueled lapse in his normally deeply off-putting personality, but apparently not.
"That's right,"
Tom kissed down my neck, making me giggle. We raised our glasses and drank, the tequila tasting like fun.
I was still riding the adrenaline as much as anything. I immediately turned to meet Tom's gaze. I felt such a hunger for him, needing to release the night from my system. I saw the same need mirrored in his gaze. Thank God we had the bedroom again tonight.
"We're gonna go fuck,"
Tom said to the other three, not even looking at them. The approach of total honesty was still a bit of a shock, but I was getting used to it.
"Aww, without me?"
Luke whined and complained jokingly, causing a shocked laugh to bubble out of my chest.
A short while later, with Tom in the bedroom bathroom cleaning up, I quickly threw on enough underwear to go into the shared bathroom right outside the door.
But before I could even open the bathroom door, the sound of moaning stole my attention.
Mickey had Hunter bent over the table at the other end of the bus, and he was fucking him. They were completely naked, sweating from the heat as we always were. I stood shocked, watching them. It was a surprisingly mesmerizing sight. Their beautiful bodies moving together so perfectly. My logical grown-up mind was obviously nowhere to be found.
"Hot, aren't they?"
Luke smiled down at me from his bunk, making me aware of his presence for the first time.
I stood somewhat frozen for another moment, opening my mouth to respond but not finding the words.
Every part of me felt seared hot with the raw, sexy, sweaty obscenity of it.
Luke watched me while I watched them.
As if trying to judge my reaction to determine what would happen next.
Despite my shock and around a million reasons to not just stand and stare, I couldn't get myself to move.
My eyes traced their every movement.
I just stood outside the bedroom door, watching Mickey and Hunter fuck, with Luke watching me.
Mickey's pace increased and his moans got louder.
The sides of his bare ass indented as he thrust deeply into Hunter.
Finally coming with a roar inside him.
I was vaguely aware of the bedroom door opening behind me as I continued to stand in the hall right in front, staring.
"Aren't they hot?"
Tom whispered in my ear.
He wrapped his hands around my mostly bare stomach, the hot skin rubbing our shared sweat into my skin.
I could feel his naked, rock-hard cock against my back.
I was currently the only one wearing any clothing.
Part of my brain was trying to keep up with all of the information I was getting.
Tom knew.
This was a regular thing.
What????? But I would have to freak out later.
All I could let out beneath the adrenaline of the night, the orgasm I'd just had, tequila and weed in my system was a strangled moan.
Finally pulling out of Hunter, Mickey turned our way.
Pulling Hunter upright with him.
Both of them were now naked and facing us, standing proud.
My eyes couldn't work fast enough to soak them both in.
Mickey and I had seen each other naked plenty of times in college, even if platonically.
But still, it had been five years.
It felt crazy to see his half-hard cock attached to his perfect nude frame.
He truly looked like a rock god like this.
His hair all messy and stage makeup half sweated off. He smelled like cigarettes and weed and now sex. He looked somewhere between too cool to care and a crazed animal.
Hunter was even more overwhelming to take in.
I couldn't tell you the man's favorite color or his birthday.
But here he stood nude and desperate to come in front of my eyes, staring me down.
His hair and blue eyes only got more intimidating on his nude frame.
A deep V formed on his lower abdomen, leading to the light hair surrounding his angry, massive cock.
How could every dude in this band be well hung? Hunter's thighs were thick and ropey, framing his thick length impressively.
We were all frozen, staring at each other, panting and skin sticking from the humid air.
"Luke,"
Mickey ordered loudly without breaking my stare, keeping his eyes locked on my frame in Tom's grasp across the bus.
Some part of my brain registered that whatever was happening was a terrible idea.
Like a relationship-ending, record contract-breaking, life-ruining level horrible.
But that part of my brain was not on this bus.
After hours on stage, no part of me felt like holding back.
Nonetheless, the shock of the sight of these three commanding naked men, plus my very nude boyfriend behind me, was a bit overwhelming.
I had never had anything close to group sex before.
Not even a threesome.
Not that this was sex.
I didn't know what this was, nor was I really thinking about it.
Luke made his way out of his bunk, hard cock bobbing when landing with a light thud.
He winked at me with his classic grin.
Nodded at Tom too before passing us to make his way to Mickey and Hunter.
Hunter clearly had not come at all yet that night.
Desperate and chest heaving, sharp gaze wandering over each of us.
I kept waiting for Tom to pull me back into the bedroom.
To cover my eyes from the scandal of it.
To beat up his bandmates for being naked around me.
Something that would indicate he was a jealous boyfriend.
But that wasn't the energy radiating off of him behind me.
I just felt from him exactly what I felt from every man in the room: burning want.
Once Luke reached the other guys, he and Mickey exchanged a look.
Then Luke's massive frame dropped down to his knees.
It was almost shocking to see such a tall man on his knees like that, but insanely hot.
I moaned and squirmed in Tom's arms, unable to handle the sight of Hunter's eyes rolling back in his head.
Tom's hand slid down my stomach to the edge of the boxers while his other hand found my right breast.
"Want to come watching Hunter come?"
Tom asked low enough so only I could hear.
"Yes,"
flew out of my mouth as I squirmed harder. His fingers quickly went to my clit, pressing and giving the perfect pressure as he always did.
Mickey's eyes flashed between Hunter and me, nothing but intent and desire.
I'd only seen Mickey naked in unspoken glances through barely cracked doors, other moments I was supposed to be asleep. I had never seen him in his full glorious form like this before. His cock was heavy and wide, still hard despite just coming. His chest was glistening with sweat. Chest heaving from the heat in more ways than one.
The dusting of dark curls matching his head thickened near his cock. I wanted to run my hand down his chest as I came. I couldn't dare say that, for fear I'd break whatever spell we were all under. But the mere thought of Mickey's hot skin under my fingertips, imagining the taste of his sweat, had me falling apart on Tom's fingers.
The rush in my ears didn't drown out Hunter's moans, matching the timing of my orgasm perfectly. I opened my eyes in time to watch him finish coming down Luke's throat, holding his face tenderly while thrusting without concern.
I saw Luke's bass-playing, massive paws of hands working his cock in his loose boxers, groaning as Hunter did, making a mess in his boxers.
But my attention was back on Mickey. He was staring at me with the undercurrent of something feral. Hungry.
I was still being held flush to Tom, our sweat mingling with his arms wrapped around me, his larger frame enveloping mine. But Mickey's gaze was more visceral than a touch.
My chest was heaving; every nerve in my body was still tingling. Frozen under Mickey's gaze.
I knew Mickey well enough to see the war happening on his face. Desire, need, years of longing gripped his face as he looked up and down my body, sweeping my body with shivers.
Yet I also saw him perceive my overwhelm, my confusion.
I could see decision splash across his face.
"Go get cleaned up, we'll all watch the first Princess Diaries,"
he instructed authoritatively.
For the first time since we had started living together on the bus, I felt an ease with Mick, nodding enthusiastically at his instruction.
I swirled in Tom's arms like a bat out of hell, almost knocking him aside but able to find his warm and calm eyes. I was sure I looked crazed and dazed, still well-fucked from everything that had just happened between us.
Nonetheless, he kept me steady.
I hopped into the shower in lightning speed, Tom waiting outside the shower door with a fluffy towel to wrap me in before he hopped in himself.
Feeling a little unsure, I threw on Tom's oversized Band shirt and a pair of his boxers, more coverage than usual for the bus.
He smiled when he saw me in it, emerging from the bathroom.
"I love you in that shirt,"
his praise a warm wash over me.
"Yeah?"
I affirmed, feeling suddenly shy.
"Yeah."
He leaned down to kiss me.
We didn't need to say anything about what just happened with the other guys. At least not right now. He was mine.
And I was his.