Once numerous photos had been taken we were ushered to our dressing room, where we only had about forty-five minutes to prepare for our show. We all had our rituals we do to get in the zone before going onstage. Only now mine had changed; before I would do a speedball and half a bottle of Jack and I would be good to go, not this time though. As the others played X-box, sat in the corner and ran through lyrics, or pounded out a beat on the nearest surface, I grabbed Honesty's hand and pulled her into the nearest bathroom.
"What are you doing?" She squeaked as I closed the door, locking it behind her.
"I'm getting in the zone. I used to do coke and drink Jack before every show, and now that I can't do that, I'm coming up with a new way, now strip." I told her, reaching for the bottom of her tight, black t-shirt, but she placed her hands on top of mine, stopping me from going any further.
"Wait." She whispered. "The guys are in the next room and you expect me to have sex? In case you don't remember, we're not exactly quiet when we have sex," she breathed and I could tell by the flush of her cheeks and her ragged breaths that the idea turned her on as much as it did me.
"That's exactly what I want to do, and fuck them if they don't like it. You give me a high like nothing else," I said, staring into her sparkling green eyes. I could see it the moment she realized what I was saying. I didn’t need the drugs, as long as I had her. Sure, I was an ass for asking to fuck her in the bathroom, but I had so much pent up anxiety that I knew she could calm.
Stepping back, she lifted her shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor, then quickly removed her jeans and underwear.
"Turn around and place your hands on the wall. Stick your ass out.” I let my eyes trail over her creamy skin as she did what I asked of her. Reaching out, I smoothed my hands over the firm globes of her ass before moving lower to her sex. "You're wet for me baby," I said, whispering against her neck, where I placed small kisses before sucking some skin between my teeth.
"You're going to leave a mark!" She squirmed, trying to wiggle her way from my hold. I couldn't help but chuckle as I dug my fingers into her hips and pulled her back against my body. Grabbing my cock in one hand, I trailed it back and forth through her folds while coating myself in her juices before thrusting forward and entering her in one motion. Moans escaped both of us as I began to move in and out of her tight body.
"Oh, oh, Linc," she murmured against the back of her hand while trying to muffle the sounds of her pleasure.
"I know baby, I know. You feel so fucking good," I said as I picked up the pace and began to thrust harder and deeper, rocking her body against the wall.
"I'm close. Linc. I'm going to--Oh Linc!" She screamed as her body quivered in my hands and she fell over the edge. It only took two more thrust before my balls drew up tight and I shot my load into her. Our bodies sagged against the wall for support while we tried to catch our breath.
"We're headed out!" Levi shouted as he banged on the bathroom door. I didn't want to move. I wanted to stay there and enjoy the feeling. There was no other place I would rather have been than with her in my arms, but as they say, "the show must go on." What a cornball phrase, but I guess it fit.
"To be continued," I said, with my lips pressed against the damp skin of her neck. Reaching down, I picked up her clothes and handed them to her
"You go ahead. I'll meet you out there," she said with a quick kiss to my cheek.
"Will you dance for me tonight, baby?" I asked, remembering the night she stood just off stage and practically masturbated to the music. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. She looked at me through her dark lashes and a sexy as hell smile graced her beautiful face, letting me know that she would be giving me my own private show.
We made it just in time as Sweet Misery exited on the opposite side of the stage. Our crew rushed in to swap out the equipment and get it ready for us to take the stage. My heart was thundering wildly in my chest and it felt like it was going to explode at any moment. The lights went down and the crowd erupted into loud screams, and the sounds of our name could be heard as people in the crowd chant, "Dirty Affliction." It suddenly occurred to me that this had to be the first time I had played before a crowd when I wasn't stoned out of my head. The rush of adrenaline caused by the excitement of the crowd was a high all on its own. A smoky fog filled the stage and lingered at our feet. The sound of Jinx's sticks striking against one another signaled the first song. Levi's voice echoed throughout the crowd, causing a mad rush as a group of girls surged toward the front of the stage, causing security to step in and move them back. I could honestly say that we had never had someone actually make it up on stage. I had had nightmares in the past about some chick I've slept with in the past getting on stage and stabbing me to death. That would be fucked up. Let's face it, there are some fucked up people in the world.
Chance slid across the stage and we met in the middle. Standing back to back, we move together as we play, fucking and grinding our guitars, pouring our souls out for everyone through our music. I caught a glimpse of Honesty just off stage, hiding behind the black curtain. She was doing as I asked. Her body, swaying to the music as her hands traveled over her breasts and along her sides. Suddenly, I found myself playing for her and only her. I grinded my guitar into my crotch, remembering the way I fucked her a short time ago in the bathroom. My fingers moved frantically, digging into the strings while I prayed that they didn’t slip and ruin the good thing that we had going on.
Our duet ended and we moved to take our places on opposite sides of the stage. The rest of the show went by in a blur. We rocked our asses off and the crowd loved it. We played four additional songs after the show, which was the most we had ever played.
We all headed for the dressing room, where we would spend the next hour signing autographs and posing for pictures for those lucky enough to score backstage passes. I took a seat on the orange sofa while Honesty scored us a couple of bottles of water. Digging into my back pocket, I pulled out my cell to see if I had any missed calls or messages. There were two more from Teagan.
Fuck!
I debated on whether to even read them, or just delete them. Curiosity got the best of me. I tapped the screen with my finger and the message came into view.
Message sent at 10:00 P. M.:
Teagan: Midnight
She sent this message right as we took the stage to begin our show. She probably sent the message as soon as she stepped off stage.
Message sent at 11:00 P. M.:
Teagan: Naked and Wet!
She had just sent this one five minutes before.
I looked up just in time as Honesty make her way over to where I was sitting on the sofa. I quickly closed my phone and shoved it into my pocket. She didn’t need to know that Teagan had been contacting me ever since we arrived. It would only cause her to worry and there was nothing for her to worry about.
Nothing.
At 11:55 P. M., there were still several people in line for autographs and pictures, but I took the opportunity to sneak out when Honesty stepped into the bathroom. I needed to talk to Teagan. I needed to make her understand that nothing was going to happen between us ever again. It was over, and so was my life with drugs and alcohol. I had to find a way to make her leave me alone. I was in love with Honesty, and even though we had not spoken the words to each other, I was pretty sure that she loved me too. I intended to tell her soon. Hurrying down the hall and out into the parking lot, I spotted Sweet Misery's bus parked close to the chain link fence at the back of the lot. My black boots splashed in the puddles of the recent rain. Standing in front of the folding doors of the bus, I rethought my plan. Could I handle going in there, knowing that there were drugs waiting for me? Knowing that she was going to be naked and expecting sex. It would not surprise me if she was already high. Before I could make a move, the door opened, and there before me stood Teagan, as naked as the day she was born, and just as I thought, she was as high as a kite. Her eyes were glassy, her pupils pinpoint. I opened my mouth to speak, just as she flung herself at me, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my shoulders. Cameras began to flash, blinding me momentarily. They came out of nowhere.