Inside the cramped bathroom of the tour bus, Brian hurried through his shower. He couldn't wait to see Myrna. Couldn't believe she'd agreed to come visit him. Couldn't think of anything but drawing her into his arms. Holding her. Touching her. Looking at her. God, I'm a fucking moron. He knew she would break his heart, but he didn't care. After his shower, he hurried to the bedroom in search of clothes.
"You could knock," Trey said.
Brian paused in the bedroom's doorway holding his towel around his waist. Standing before the long dresser, Trey wrapped his arms around the thin young man in front of him and plastered his body to the guy's back. Trey's hand slid up under the hem of his new friend's T-shirt.
The guy's eyes widened and he caught Trey's hands in his. "H-hey, Master Sinclair, erm, Brian. Can I call you Brian?" Brian shrugged and the guy flushed. "This isn't what it looks like. I don't like guys or anything." He shook his head vigorously.
"You will," Trey murmured, inching the guy's shirt further up his belly.
"Trey, are you molesting virgins again?" Brian grinned at his best friend's delight with his latest conquest.
"This one is named Mark. And you know how much I like cherries."
Brian chuckled. He supposed that didn't only apply to lollipops.
Trey slowly ran his tongue up Mark's neck. Mark shuddered and turned his head to look at Trey over his shoulder.
"You know this bedroom is mine as soon as I collect Myrna from the airport."
"Yeah, yeah," Trey murmured. "This won't take more than a couple of hours."
Mark tensed.
Brian rolled his eyes. "I need to get dressed. I'll be gone before you know it, and then you two can continue doing whatever it was you were about to do."
"Um, wait. I…" Mark untangled himself from Trey's embrace and pulled a piece of paper from his back pocket. He spread it across the dresser. It was a drawing of Brian's and Trey's guitars crossed at the necks with Sinners' band logo above the V-shape. "I'm going to have this tattooed across my back and I wanted to include your signatures under the guitars. A tribute to my favorite guitarists." He glanced at Trey nervously and quickly averted his gaze to settle on Brian. "You guys rock. I absolutely idolize you. I want to be you."
"I want to do you," Trey said, toying with the hair at the nape of Mark's neck.
Brian scratched his head behind his ear, deliberately staring down at the drawing to avoid watching Trey's actions. "Nice design," Brian said. "Sure, I'll sign it. Do you want my real name or my stage name?"
Mark smiled brightly and handed him a black, fine-point pen. "Just Sinclair would be awesome." Mark glanced at Trey, who leaned up against his back to stare over his shoulder at the drawing. "And Mills." Mark swallowed. "Please."
Brian scrawled his last name under the black guitar with white flecks. "After you get this done, you should send a picture of your tattoo to the webmaster on the Sinners website. There's a fan tat page on there. Sinners Ink."
"I'm the webmaster," Trey murmured. "So make sure it's a naked picture."
Mark laughed nervously.
Brian handed the pen to Trey, but he set it on the dresser and covered his pretty fan boy's belly with both hands. His pinkies dipped into the waistband of Mark's jeans. "I'll sign it later."
While Brian got dressed, he tried to ignore Trey and his entertainment for the afternoon. It turned out to be as easy as ignoring an air horn.
"You're so sexy," Trey murmured as he suckled and licked Mark's neck and ear.
"No…"
"Shhh. You are."
A black T-shirt landed at Brian's feet. Brian dressed faster. His zipper went up; someone else's zipper went down.
"Don't like guys, huh?" Trey murmured. "Is this a rabbit in your pocket?"
"Wait," Mark gasped. "Ohhhh."
"Yes," Brian yelled. "Wait until I'm gone. Please!"
Trey chuckled. Mark's breath caught in his throat and he groaned in pleasure.
Brian grabbed his boots, socks and shirt and headed for the door, keeping his eyes off Trey's defilement of Mark. And then he remembered his lucky hat.
"Shit," Brian muttered under his breath. He'd put it in the dresser. In the drawer right in front of where Trey was stroking that guy's cock. And rubbing. And stroking. Slightly twisting his wrist at the tip. And…
Why was watching Trey give a hand job turning Brian on? He seriously needed to get laid. It had been almost a month since he'd seen Myrna and he wasn't used to this length of abstinence. He hoped she was as sexually uninhibited as he remembered.
Trey glanced at Brian, grinning wickedly. The green eye not obscured by his overlong black bangs twinkled with more mischief than usual. "Need something, bro?"
"I need to get in that drawer." He pointed at it, his nose wrinkled.
"What's wrong? Afraid Mark's going to come on you?"
Actually, yes. The guy looked about ready to blow his load as Trey worked him over with practiced ease. Mark glanced down at Trey's hand, gasped brokenly, and then dropped his head back on Trey's shoulder, his eyes squeezed shut. "Ah, God. I am gonna come. I am."
Trey chuckled and released Mark's cock. He then shifted his lover back against his body so Brian could get into the drawer.
"Feel how hard I am for you?" Trey said in Mark's ear. "That's going in your ass as soon as Brian clears out of here."
Mark gasped and tried to pull away. "No, I don't want… It will hurt. Won't it hurt?" He glanced over his shoulder at Trey uncertainly. Brian noticed he wasn't protesting very hard.
"Not the way I do it."
"Change the sheets when you're done." Brian retrieved his hat from the dresser and hurried out of the room. He finished dressing in the hall, pretending he couldn't hear Trey's newest lover crying out in ecstasy on the other side of the thin door. Brian tipped his lucky hat—a floppy, leather fedora—on his head. He didn't want to waste time fixing his shoulder-length hair in its usual messy, spiked style. What he wanted to do was make Myrna's flight arrive sooner.
"So is she on her way?" Eric asked.
Brian checked his watch. "She should be here in a couple of hours. Will you do me a huge favor?"
"Depends on what it is."
"Clean this place up. It's a fucking embarrassment."
Eric glanced around as if seeing their living conditions for the first time. "You're right. God, how do we live like this?"
"We're slobs, but I doubt Myrna will appreciate having to stay here in our filth. Do you know where Jace is? I want to borrow his bike."
"No idea."
Brian went in search of Jace, checking his watch excessively. He didn't want to be late picking her up. If necessary, he'd drive the fucking bus to the airport.