Too Close For Comfort

It was finally Lacey’s 21st birthday, and it was being considered a holiday for everyone on the tour. I think we all just wanted a reason to get shit-faced, and what better reason than our favorite girl’s birthday? She had been showered with affection from everyone the entire day, and of course, I had been careful not to get too affectionate with her.

It was mainly because I couldn’t make myself stop thinking about her. Now I would daydream about how her skin felt, how soft her lips would be to kiss, what it would feel like to be in her. I was really freaking myself out.

And I couldn’t talk to anyone about it. It would be too weird to talk to any of the guys about it, because it was all just too freaky. It was Lacey after all. I thought about calling my mom, but there was never any privacy. That, and I was always around Lacey. I would find myself watching her work, seeing if I could help, and lying about being interested in random stuff so I could be around her. I made up excuses for her to stay on our bus, to fall asleep with me. I found reasons to touch her, from saying she had shit on her, to giving her nuggies, to randomly picking her up and spinning her around. No one noticed anything, because Lacey was helping me heal from the breakup, and she was our ‘little sister,’ one of my best friends. She was someone I shouldn’t be having these types of feelings for, it was wrong.

Being around Lacey, there was no pressure to act a certain way. I didn’t have to be M. Shadows. I was just Matt to her. She made sure I was in-line. She made sure that I wasn’t drinking or doing anything I shouldn’t be. She made sure I warmed up my voice before shows, and rested it after shows, and even made me tea that I would drink after every show. She was becoming mother-like to us all. She was making sure that we all had clean clothes to wear, and that we had everything we needed. She was doing more than anyone expected her to, and she never expected anything in return. Someone mentioned how it was good to see that we had become best friends, and we were a good influence on one another- if they only knew what I was really thinking.

And I had thought a lot when I got her birthday present ready a few days ago. It was a few movies, a few books, and a few stuffed animals. I don’t think I had ever put that much thought into a birthday present. Usually I straight out ask the person, or ask someone around them. I didn’t ask anyone this time. I remember things she said she wanted from months ago. And one night we stayed up hours talking about movies from our childhoods. Some she couldn’t even remember the name of, but somehow I found them. When she opened the bag containing my presents, she had gotten teary.

And right now, we were all going to dinner for Lacey’s birthday. We had gotten lucky, and had the day off. It was something that had been planned since Lacey came on board and we found out that she hadn’t yet turned legal. Her 18th birthday was spent in a upscale strip club, where we bought her numerous lap dances. The whole night her face was some shade of pink because of her blushing. But that was nothing compared to tonight, everyone wanted to see her wasted for the first time.

“Aw, guys, thanks.” Lacey smiled as she sat down at the table between me and Zacky, kissing both of our cheeks before scooting her chair closer to the table where most of the people on the tour were now sitting. Within minutes there were at least 5 drinks sitting in front of her from random people, with each arrival earning a hug from her.

She had finished one before the waitress came to take her order and she was well on her fourth before the food had gotten there. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, especially the birthday girl. She pretty much kept a drink to her lips the whole time at dinner. Her camera was out and she was steadily taking pictures. I was pretty sure there were at least 100 pictures of me, her and Zacky, and another hundred of just the two of us. She was becoming quite fond of self taken pictures. I was becoming blind from the flash. She was really excited to turn 21, I had no clue why. She was never a big drinker, and she could have gotten alcohol anytime she wanted. But I was enjoying this. I kept my arm on the back of her chair the entire time, and when it wasn’t, she kept linking arms with me. And then there was that shirt she was wearing. God, it shows off her tits perfectly. ‘Don’t look.’ Damnit. She decided to wear a gray low cut shirt that laced up the front and a short blue jean skirt that I had never seen before. I don’t think I’d really seen her in a skirt ever. Or maybe just not one like this. So maybe I was checking out her legs out too, but she was looking hot. Leana had spent at least an hour curling her long, thick hair into perfection and threatened Lacey when she groaned about having make up on. But it just added to her beauty. She was breath-taking.

I watched her as she slowly shied away from the quiet, reserved Lacey that we knew and loved, and turned into something- something we had never seen before. I had never seen Lacey drunk in the entire time I’ve known her. Never. And she had long passed drunk. She wanted to scream out to strangers it was her birthday and she had the best ‘best friends’ ever. This scared other people. And us. The pictures were increasing. And the drinks weren’t stopping.

We went to a club after dinner, after Lacey, Zoe (her best friend, a merch girl from another bands), and Leana begged, and no one can say no to these girls. I couldn’t say no to Lacey. I just couldn’t. Until it came to me dancing with her. I couldn’t take that. I’ve already had a boner since dinner. It was painful, but I couldn’t get it to go down because she was constantly touching me, leaning to whisper in my ear, sitting in my lap. It was driving me crazy.

“I’m 21 bitches!” I just laughed at her as she screamed in the loud club, throwing devil horns into the air and shaking her hips to the music as she took a sip of her never ending drink. She was still drinking steadily since leaving the restaurant, and that was at least 4 and a half hours ago. Everyone was having a good time, and I had appointed myself Lacey’s caregiver for the night. I seemed to be the only one not drinking so heavily, and I had a feeling that Lacey was soon going to fall over.

“Matty?” I looked up from my beer that I had been nursing for the good part of an hour to see that Lacey had moved from the dance floor to right beside me. The chair was sitting on was higher, so I was almost level with her. She wrapped an arm around my neck once I focused my attention on her. “Why aren’t you having fun?”

“I am having fun.”

“But you’re just sitting there, all dark and depressed. It’s my birthday, come dance with me, pretty please?” She didn’t really give me a chance to answer before she began her attempt to pull me out of my chair. I let her struggle for a minute before I chugged the rest of my warm beer and stood up and let her guide me to the dance floor where everyone else was.

She was starting to sway as she danced, but she claimed to be fine. It had nothing to do with the 20 drinks she had. No way. She wasn’t drunk at all. No. Not at all. I just stayed super close to her. She thought it was cute. And she was glad I was finally dancing with her. I wasn’t actually dancing, as much as standing there as she grinded into me, and I was trying to think of anything to distract me. Our last set, new songs, TV shows I missed and wanted to see, my grandma, my grandma having sex with my grandpa who was dead. It wasn’t working so well.

By three, I was dragging her out of the club. She couldn’t even stand up completely. She wanted me to carry her but I refused. No one was going to see anything of hers. Thank god we got a cab right away. But damn, she had to lean all up on me and throw her legs in my lap, complaining she was cold.

“MATT!” I looked over at her. “Do you have a boner?” No she didn’t.

“No.” I couldn’t believe what happened next. She grabbed my penis. She touched my penis.

“Yes you do.” She smirked at me. “Who gave you the boner Matty? Some hot girl at the bar?” I was still too shocked to say anything, so I just nodded. “It’s okay Matt. Boys get boners. I know you get boners. I feel them sometimes.” I could feel myself turn bright red. I could hear the cab driver laugh. “You’re cute Matthew. Just so you know. I think you’re really cute.” She leaned up and kissed me on the side of my neck. Ugh, why was she doing this? I was still aware of the fact her hand was still gripping me. It was confusing. I wanted to keep it there, but this wasn’t right. She was really drunk. I reached my hand and grasped hers and tried to move it.

“Why are you trying to move my hand?” And I thought I was speechless before. I had to think of something.

“Well darling, you’re not making it any easier on me.” I whispered harshly and I tried to push it away, but her hand wasn’t moving.

“But- but I was trying to keep it warm Matty!” Holy fucking shit.

“And we’re here.” The cab driver saved my life. I handed over two 20 dollar bills, the fare was barely twenty. I opened my door and slid out, pulling Lacey with me. “Good luck.” The driver winked at me.

“Thanks for saving my life.” I laughed back, managing to get Lacey to help me out a bit with getting her out.

“Matty-poo” She smiled up at me as I pretty much dragged her body back to the bus.

“Yes, Lacey-poo?” I smiled back at her.

“You’re awesomely amazing and I think you should know that.” I looked down at her and she flashed me her famous knee weakening smile.

“Well, thank you.” As we made it to the door of my bus, I leaned her against the side of it long enough to unlock the door, but it seemed a little impossible as she wouldn’t let go of me. After a few minutes of struggling I finally managed to get the door open, and allowed her to crawl up the stairs, making it clear to me what she was wearing under that skirt. And those boy shorts left little to the imagination. I followed behind her, making sure to shut the door and lock it back before watching Lacey continue to crawl before she gave up and laid down in the middle of the floor and stared up at me glassy eyed.

“This isn’t my bus. This bus is nicer. And it doesn’t smell.”

“No, this is my bus, I figured you’d be safer on here.”

“Aw, thank you Matty! This is why I love you so much.” She paused for a moment before speaking again. “Matty can I borrow a shirt because my boobs are hanging out and I don’t like cold boobs.” As she said this I couldn’t help but lower my gaze and see that she was correct, and suddenly felt my jeans get a bit tighter. ‘You can’t do this.’

“Yeah, let’s get you up and in the back room. And then we’ll get you something to sleep in, okay?” She nodded before letting me pull her off the ground and towards the bunks. “Can you stand long enough for me to find you something to wear?” She nodded and I let her go, watching her as she swayed slightly but held onto a bunk. I dug through my bunk and tried to find some sweat shorts that would fit her, but realized everything I had would be way too big for her, so I dug around in Zacky’s bunk until I found a pair that wouldn’t fall off her hips. He wouldn’t mind anyway. I handed them to her. “What shirt do you want to wear?” I looked at her and she giggled.

“That one.” She pointed straight at my chest.

“This one?” I tugged at the one I was wearing.

“It has sleeves. And it’s pretty, and I like it.”

“Okay, I will let you sleep in my smelly shirt just because it’s your birthday.” I smirked at her, and she smiled before letting out a cheer. “Okay, let’s get you in the back room so you can change.” She nodded her head and allowed me to lead her to the back room.

“Shirt, Mr. Shadows.” She held out her hand and I took off my shirt before handing it to her. “Thank you.”

“While you change, I’m going to go and get you some aspirin and water, ok?” She nodded again before I walked back; leaving the door open in case she randomly fell. As I got everything ready for her, I kicked off my shoes and left them in the front.

“Matt!!” She screamed, causing me to jump and rush towards the back. She was standing where I left her with no shirt, and she was pulling on her belt. “It *tug* won’t *tug* come *tug* off.” She looked at me and pouted. “Help” I took a deep breath before walking towards her and taking hold of her belt and undoing it for her. I felt a hand touching me and saw that she was outlining my tattoos with her hand before realizing that I was watching her. “Sorry.” She giggled before turning pink.

“It’s ok.” I mumbled before noticing how close her blue and black lace bra covered chest was to mine. I didn’t really think about anything except how close I was to her, and how she was now looking up at me, and how soft her lips looked. And how good she smelled. I cupped her face in my hand and she leaned toward it. Slowly I leaned down until my lips met hers, and felt her lips react to mine. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and mine wrapped around her back. The kiss became more and more lustful, more powerful as the seconds passed. Her body pressed up against mine, and I moved my hands to her ass, bringing her as close as possible.

I moved my hands long enough to get her skirt off of her and to help her undo my jeans. Once her skirt was on the floor, and my jeans around my ankle, I moved us around to where Lacey was pressed up against the doorway. Before I knew it, I felt a hand snake into my boxers and grab my throbbing dick. I never thought I’d be in this type of situation with her. I threw my head back and let out a moan, and she moved her mouth to my neck. I somehow managed to kick my pants off and decided to turn the focus back to Lacey. I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her so that I could kiss her lips. My hands moved back down to her backside, and I lifted her up, her legs automatically wrapping around me. She wrapped both arms around my neck and I began to grind into her; the noises that escaped her lips made me even harder. I thought I was going to explode.

I stumbled from the doorway over to the couch, never taking my lips from hers. I sat down on the couch, moving her with me so that she was straddling my lap. She grinded into me as we continued to make out, my hands moved to the small of her back and pulled her closer to me.

I protested when she suddenly stopped. She pulled herself away from me and got up. ‘She’s realized what’s going on. She’s going to hate me. Damnit.’ I didn’t say anything as I watched her get up and . . . . get on her knees in front of me. My mouth dropped as soon she started tugging on my boxers. I just lifted my hips and watched her. Once the boxers were gone, she just stared at ‘me’ for a few moments.

“It’s bigger than I imagined.” Before I could reply, she had taken me into her hands and started running her tongue up the underside of my penis.

“Fuck” I was ready to scream in pleasure. And that was before I was in her mouth. It had been at least a year since I had gotten a blow job. And this completely showed me what I had been missing. This was by far the best head ever. She was swirling her tongue around my tip, holy shit. “Oh mother fucker.” She definitely had a talent. One that none of us knew about. Wow. Then there was this sucking thing that she did. Double Wow. My hands were gripping the couch, pillows, anything I could touch. And then she sucked on my balls. I’ve never, never experienced that before. And it was amazing, I’d always wondered what it felt like, and I was very glad that I now knew. It was- “holy shit fucking amazing.” And then I was back in her mouth, but somehow she was running her tongue on my vein again. I knew I was about to explode, there was no way I could hold it. “Baby, I’m gonna cum.” I figured this was the time she would stop, but she didn’t. Her hands tightened their grip on my thighs, and she began to suck even more. I gripped her hair as I came in her mouth. She lifted her face when she licked it all up, wiping spare jizz that had dripped down the corners of her mouth. She looked up once she was done, and I pulled her up onto my lap. I pulled her closer to me, and kissed her, not caring that I tasted myself. Once she pulled away, she rested her head on my shoulder.

“I’m tired Matty.” I laughed as she yawned. I wrapped my arms around her tightly. “And I’m cold.” I looked down and noticed her lack of clothes. I gently sat her down beside me, gathering the clothes she wanted to sleep in and slipped them on her, she was almost passed out. I lifted her up a bit so I could slip on the shorts. I gathered her clothes up off the floor and put them in the spare bunk before picking her up. I didn’t even ask her where she wanted to sleep, I just put her in my bunk, pushing her towards the wall and climbing in. And then it hit me that I wasn’t wearing anything. My boxers were in the back room. It was right then that I heard someone coming through the door. Lots of voices. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I wanted to hit myself in the head. They were going to figure out what had just happened. Oh god. Fuck. I heard everyone start stumbling in, and I quickly cover my naked ass. I didn’t have time to close the curtain, so I just closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.

“Awww, look at them, sleeping like babies.”

“Matt’s being all overprotective again and he’s probably scared she drank too much.”

“She did drink too much.”

“Well good thing she’s best friends with Matt now, no ones going to fuck with her.” Someone shut my curtain and I let out a small sigh of relief. But I wasn’t clear yet.

“Fucking Matt changed in the back room and left shit everywhere. Even his nasty ass boxers.” I heard hushed laughing and my curtain suddenly opened, forcing me to close my eyes again. Then I felt fabric on my face. No they didn’t. Shit. I held my breath as I waited for them to move. They didn’t, so I pretended to move so the boxers would fall. “He fucking ruins our fun.” I moved my boxers down and cuddled up to Lacey.

I couldn’t believe what had just happened. She’s been pretty different the whole night, once she started drinking. And the cab ride was insane. That blow job was insane. I hadn’t had a blow job like that since- well, ever! I had never cheated on Val, and we’d been together for over 10 years. She wasn’t my first anything, but nothing’s good at 14, or 16. And Val never wanted my dick in her mouth. She was disgusted by the thought.

After the hallway was clear, I slipped on my boxers under the covers and cuddled back up to Lacey. And she curled up to me. Why did I have to do this? This wasn’t going to help anything. Damnit.