sept.

Jessica was sitting in my lap, laughing hysterically at something Will had just said.  Music was playing in the background, a mix of 50s and 60s rock competing with 70s glam rock and 80s hair bands.  Jess and I had decided to help the guys kick off their summer tour for a few shows in New England and were celebrating a fabulous first show in Buffalo, New York aboard the tour bus.

I was on my second Jack and Coke when Zac walked in to the lounge area slowly, his arm behind his back, singing along to “Give Peace a Chance”.  As John Lennon and his Plastic Ono Band repeated the title phrase, Zac swung his arm out to the front, displaying an item about the size of a cigarette to the rest of us.  A smile broke out on my lips and I jumped to my feet, echoing Zac in the song as I offered a lighter to the joint between his fingers.  Zac lit it, took a few hits, and passed it to me.

The joint made its way around the bus a couple of times before Zac stubbed out the cherry and put the roach in a small wooden box tucked in his bunk.  He stumbled back in to the lounge, drunk, high and laughing.  He flopped on to the leather-upholstered “couch”, his giggles increasing in intensity.  It was infectious.  I found myself starting to laugh at him as a soft buzzing began to rise between my ears, and my knees could no longer support my body weight.  I fell next to him on the couch laughing so hard I bent over so my head was resting on his knees.  I felt his arms fall heavily on to my back as he convulsed in laughter above me.

Someone pushed me with the palm of his or her hand, and when I looked up, Jess was at eye to eye with me, kneeling on the floor.  Her eyes were wide and she looked concerned.  “Ryland,” she had intended to whisper, but the music was so loud now that she actually was shouting.  “Ryland, are you OK?!”

“I’m fine!” I announced, my giggles slowing down.  I righted myself on the couch, taking a deep breath through my nose.  “Holy shit, Zac.  What was that?”

“Some good shit,” he replied slowly, still laughing.

The bus driver came over the intercom then, announcing that we were clear to leave the venue and a few minutes later, the bus lurched as we turned on to the street.  Will and Demetrius were doing a rather amusing rendition of “Bohemian Rhapsody”, dancing as best they could in the tight area of the bus lounge.  I looked across the area and saw Isaac sitting, feet flat on the floor and hands pressed flat on the couch on either side of him.  He was just staring straight in front of him.  The sight caused me to start laughing again, and I crawled across the couch, reaching over Taylor to poke him.  “Dude, dude are you OK?” I snickered.

“I’m totally freaking out right now,” he said in a shaky voice.  “Are we moving? I feel like we’re moving.  We have to be moving, right?”

“Your brother is stoned, Tay,” I whispered.  “Like, he’s blasted right now.

“We’re all blasted,” Taylor responded.  “I don’t normally smoke, but when I do…man, this is the highest I’ve been in…well, a while, actually.  Natalie hates it when I smoke so I don’t do it often.  But sometimes…sometimes you just have to.  Sometimes it’s like, a freeing of the mind and it opens these doors that I don’t normally have access to.  I don’t like to do it a lot but sometimes when I’m having trouble writing or something it helps…”

I was sitting up again, watching Taylor’s lips move as he spoke but I couldn’t hear anything he was saying anymore.  I couldn’t really hear anything except the faint chords to “Stairway to Heaven” in the background.  I zoned out like that, my eyes glued to Taylor’s mouth, for what seemed like only a few seconds.  Startled out of my stupor by Zac jumping up off the couch, I realized it had actually been almost twenty minutes.

“Guys…oh God, Guys, you know what would be really awesome right now? Taco Bueno!” Zac shouted.

“There isn’t a Taco Bueno for like a thousand miles, Zac,” Jessica commented.

At that moment, I agreed with Zac.  The effects of the weed were beginning to wane, leading in to an overwhelming desire to consume anything I could get my hands on.   “Well, we have to stop somewhere,” I said.  “I need some freaking munchie food!”

Zac rushed to the ‘com and informed the bus driver to stop at the next gas station or truck stop he came across.   Fifteen minutes later we were pulling off the New York Interstate at a rest stop.  Jess and I disembarked the bus arms linked at the elbow, followed in tow buy all the guys.  Jess was singing “Let It Be” at the top of her lungs, and I had to nudge her to quiet her down.

“Oh my gosh, this place has a Cinnabon!” she started skipping, and I had no choice but to follow suit or be dragged behind her.  Will and Zac followed Jess and I to the Cinnabon counter while Taylor, Ike, and Demetrius went in search of coffee.   We were in the middle of debating the finer points of the Caramel Peacanbon versus the Original Cinnabon Cinnamon Roll when there was a squeal from behind us.

Will, Zac, and Jessica either didn’t notice or were trying to pretend they hadn’t heard.  I couldn’t stop my head from swiveling immediately at the sound, my focus landing on two girls standing about three feet away, talking in hushed voices, smiling, giggling, and actually bouncing.   At least, I thought they were bouncing.  It sure looked that way.  I stifled a giggle, trying to figure out what the cause of their behavior was—it looked as if the one on the right really had to use the rest room—when it dawned on me that they were fans…and Zac was within two steps of them.

I turned my head back to the counter worker at Cinnabon and placed my order, slightly dazed, for a regular roll and a Diet Coke.  Jess started chatting about the last time she had Cinnabon as we waited for our respective orders in a slow drawl.  In the middle of our conversation, Zac turned to the girls—still standing just off to the side of the Cinnabon counter—and offered a goofy smile.  “Hey guys, how are you tonight?”

PeePee Dance smiled back and blushed furiously.  Her friend in the middle managed to croak out a weak “Good.”  The girl on the left was obviously the most confident of the three, as she replied with an actual sentence.  “We’re great…you guys did an amazing set tonight.

“Thanks,” Zac replied.  “Hey…Do you guys want a picture?” he pointed to PeePee Dance’s phone, which had been out the whole time.  I assumed she had taken some photos while we were standing in line.  All three nodded at once, and Zac walked over to them, waving me along.  “Ryland, come snap this picture real quick.”

“Um, OK…” I took PeePee’s phone from her and snapped the picture.  “That turned out really cute,” I told them as I handed the phone back.

“Thanks, Zac,” The girls all said in unison before walking off toward the exit.

“That was nice of you,” I said as we headed back out to the bus, Cinnabons in hand.

Zac shrugged.  “I’m nice on occasion,” he winked as we all headed back to the bus.

**

It was around one in the morning, and Zac, Jess and I were the only ones left in the lounge.  Though she had insisted we watch “The Fifth Element”, Jess had spread herself on the couch and passed out almost immediately after the opening credits had ended.  This left Zac and I essentially alone, huddled together on the “love seat” opposite the couch, the movie playing on the flat screen television mounted on the back wall of the bus, above the “kitchen” table.

As Milla Jovovich fell through the roof of Bruce Willis’ cab, Zac leaned in and whispered in my ear.  “How quiet do you think you can be?”

I felt my face flush, though I knew that, in the dark of the lounge, he couldn’t see.  “What?”

“How quiet do you think you can be?”  He slid his hand across my thigh under the blanket we were sharing, his fingers coming to rest dangerously close to my lady parts.

There was heat emanating from my core, igniting in a burning fire as it crashed in to the electricity his touch brought.  Heart racing, I pushed his hand off my leg gently.  “We can’t,” I whispered back.  “What if someone hears us, or, God forbid, gets up and sees us?”

Zac returned his hand to my thigh, this time moving it ever so slowly up.  “Ryland,” his face was so close to my ear as he spoke, I felt his breath wash over my neck.  It sent shivers down my spine and I felt my stomach start to do somersaults.  “Just think of how much more fun it will be with the threat of getting caught,”

“Your sister is right there!” my voice was louder than I had wanted it to be.

Laughing, Zac shushed me, his fingers finding the waistband of my pajama pants.  “She will never know.”  He untied the strings and rolled the pants down low on my hips, his fingers making their way beneath the fabric.

I was frozen against the leather, terrified and thrilled at the same time.  I took in a sharp breath as his fingers found me beneath my panties, rubbing slow circles over my clit.  He reached over with his free hand, guiding mine between his legs; he was already hard beneath his sweat pants.  My fingers instinctively circled around him, gently squeezing.  His lips softly pressed against my neck, my hand found its way beneath his sweat pants, and our hands and fingers moved in time with one another.

We were both breathing hard, my head tilted back against the back of the couch, his forehead resting against my shoulder.  I had to bit my lip from crying out as I felt myself climbing higher toward orgasm.  When it finally happened, my legs began to shake, and as hard as I tried, I couldn’t stifle the whimper that escaped my lips.  Zac pulled my hand away from him a moment later, and quickly got up and ran toward the bathroom, leaving me to catch my breath on the couch.

 

 

 

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