The Biggest Fan
Sharing the King-Size Bed.
”Hey!”, a voice said from behind.
“Hey”, I responded, noticing it was Jepha who’d just gotten up from bed, as he was fixing himself an egg sandwich.
“How did the gaming go?”, he asked eagerly, while pouring orange juice into a glass.
“Oh, I beat the crap out of them”, I said, hiding a smile.
“Ahh, good girl”, Jepha replied, before offering me a slice of his egg sandwich. I ate it within a minute.
“Here’s the extra pillow and covers!”, Bert said walking by us, putting it down on the king-size bed.
“Why the extra set of bedclothes?”, Jepha asked with his mouth full of egg, tomato, bread and God knows what. “Ya movin´?”
“Uhm, yeah. Kinda”, Bert answered, separating the two pillows and covers, which were in a big ball on the bed.
“I thought it would be better for us to sleep in a bigger bed and not the little bunk bed beneath you”.
“Both of you?”, Jepha asked, now finishing his last piece of his sandwich.
“Yeah, why now?”, Bert said, looking at him while tucking a chunk of his long, black hair behind his right ear.
“Oh, okay. Well, I’mma go to bed now”.
“Weren’t you in bed, like, an hour ago?”
“Yeah, but I was just readin´”.
“Oh…”
“I’m gonna call it for tonight. It’ already passed 4 am”, Jepha said before heading towards his bunk bed at the end of the tour bus.
“Where’s Dan and Quinn?”, I asked Bert who was still lying on the king-size bed.
“Probably gone to bed, I guess”.
“I see. Well, I’m gonna go to the bathroom now, but I’ll be back”.
“Yeah, okay”.
As I fetched my red backpack which contained my toilet bag among other necessary stuff, I couldn’t stop thinking of the time when all of us were playing X-box and Bert kept stroking his finger on my hand.
“What the hell was he thinking of?”, I asked myself, while taking toothpaste on my black toothbrush as I gently brushed my teeth.
I let the thought slip and took off my jeans, while this time putting on a pair of pyjama pants.
I still wasn’t comfortable with the idea of being half-naked in the same bed as Bert.
After I was done, this time properly dressed for the night, I went out of the bathroom, leaving my red backpack at the end of the door.
Bert was standing next to the king-size bed, going through his stuff, obviously looking for something.
“Ahh! I can’t find my fucking toothbrush!”, he said irritated. “Bah, I’ll borrow Quinn’s”.
“Hey, are you gonna wear those pants in bed?”, he then asked looking at my marine blue pyjama pants.
“Yeah”, I answered. “I heard it was going to get cold tonight”. I lied, just so I could avoid not trying to explain to him why I thought it was uncomfortable to be half-naked next to him in bed.
“Oh, okay”, he said, closing his bag before entering the bathroom.
As Bert went into the bathroom, I got in bed, farthest in. I liked it best that way.
I looked out of the small window just above my head, seeing nothing but a pitch black sky, covered with millions of bright, shining stars.
I gazed upon the sky, completely engrossed by the spectacular sight.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?”, I heard a voice behind me saying. I was Bert. I must’ve been looking outside the window for ages, giving Bert enough time to finish in the bathroom.
I turned around, facing him, almost embarrassed as I covered the window with the curtains.
“No, don’t do that”, he said, climbing into the bed on his knees where he sat down next to me.
He pulled the curtains away from the window as he gazed at the sky with admirable eyes.
As Bert was leaning forward, looking at the stars, I could see his butt crack peeking out of his pants.
He had obviously followed my example, putting on a pair of pants for the night.
His butt crack still made me laugh, though. I’d also have a butt crack peeking out of my pants sometimes. Without knowing it of course.
“McCracken’s in the house”, I commented while hiding a smile.
“Hell, yeah! Wait, what?”
“What’s cracking, McCracken?”, I then asked, now giggling.
“What’re you talking about?”
“Your butt crack”.
“What? Oh! Haha, fuck, yeah. It occasionally shows off sometimes”, Bert said as he pulled his pants up with a smile.
If I wasn’t mistaking, I could’ve swore I saw him blushing.
“Hey, look!”, he suddenly burst out, pointing at the sky. “A shooting star!”
I hurried over to the window and leaned over, now standing side-by-side with Bert, gazing out the window, watching the shooting star with fascination, while gasping.
“Make a wish”, Bert said, covering the window before leaning back on the bed.
I kept thinking of what I was going to wish for before I closed my eyes.
“Your turn”, I said looking at him as I leaned down on my pillow.
“Okay”, he mumbled while closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.
It took a few seconds before he finally opened them again.
“So, what did you wish for?”, I asked, hiding a smile. “Something special?”
“Yeah, it was”, he responded. “So therefore I’m not gonna tell you”.
I could se his mouth vaguely smiling as he said those words.
“Okay, it’s up to you”, I said before hitting the off button on the tiny night lamp that was hanging over my head.
“Good night, Bertie boy”.
“Good night, Lina; the best fuckin´ roadie The Used’s ever had”, he said before pulling his covers over his bare chest.
As I saw him falling asleep, I couldn’t help watching his body, all curled up underneath the covers.
I wondered what it would be like to touch, feel his sweat on my skin, slowly sweeping my hand over his stomach.
The moonlight from a window down the tour bus hall, shining on Bert’s chest, made it even more tempting to touch him.
He was almost irresistible, just lying there with nothing but a boxer and a pyjama pants on.
But I couldn’t. It would be wrong. I wasn’t like that.
That night, I fell asleep with a tear hanging from the corner of my eye.
“Hey”, I responded, noticing it was Jepha who’d just gotten up from bed, as he was fixing himself an egg sandwich.
“How did the gaming go?”, he asked eagerly, while pouring orange juice into a glass.
“Oh, I beat the crap out of them”, I said, hiding a smile.
“Ahh, good girl”, Jepha replied, before offering me a slice of his egg sandwich. I ate it within a minute.
“Here’s the extra pillow and covers!”, Bert said walking by us, putting it down on the king-size bed.
“Why the extra set of bedclothes?”, Jepha asked with his mouth full of egg, tomato, bread and God knows what. “Ya movin´?”
“Uhm, yeah. Kinda”, Bert answered, separating the two pillows and covers, which were in a big ball on the bed.
“I thought it would be better for us to sleep in a bigger bed and not the little bunk bed beneath you”.
“Both of you?”, Jepha asked, now finishing his last piece of his sandwich.
“Yeah, why now?”, Bert said, looking at him while tucking a chunk of his long, black hair behind his right ear.
“Oh, okay. Well, I’mma go to bed now”.
“Weren’t you in bed, like, an hour ago?”
“Yeah, but I was just readin´”.
“Oh…”
“I’m gonna call it for tonight. It’ already passed 4 am”, Jepha said before heading towards his bunk bed at the end of the tour bus.
“Where’s Dan and Quinn?”, I asked Bert who was still lying on the king-size bed.
“Probably gone to bed, I guess”.
“I see. Well, I’m gonna go to the bathroom now, but I’ll be back”.
“Yeah, okay”.
As I fetched my red backpack which contained my toilet bag among other necessary stuff, I couldn’t stop thinking of the time when all of us were playing X-box and Bert kept stroking his finger on my hand.
“What the hell was he thinking of?”, I asked myself, while taking toothpaste on my black toothbrush as I gently brushed my teeth.
I let the thought slip and took off my jeans, while this time putting on a pair of pyjama pants.
I still wasn’t comfortable with the idea of being half-naked in the same bed as Bert.
After I was done, this time properly dressed for the night, I went out of the bathroom, leaving my red backpack at the end of the door.
Bert was standing next to the king-size bed, going through his stuff, obviously looking for something.
“Ahh! I can’t find my fucking toothbrush!”, he said irritated. “Bah, I’ll borrow Quinn’s”.
“Hey, are you gonna wear those pants in bed?”, he then asked looking at my marine blue pyjama pants.
“Yeah”, I answered. “I heard it was going to get cold tonight”. I lied, just so I could avoid not trying to explain to him why I thought it was uncomfortable to be half-naked next to him in bed.
“Oh, okay”, he said, closing his bag before entering the bathroom.
As Bert went into the bathroom, I got in bed, farthest in. I liked it best that way.
I looked out of the small window just above my head, seeing nothing but a pitch black sky, covered with millions of bright, shining stars.
I gazed upon the sky, completely engrossed by the spectacular sight.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?”, I heard a voice behind me saying. I was Bert. I must’ve been looking outside the window for ages, giving Bert enough time to finish in the bathroom.
I turned around, facing him, almost embarrassed as I covered the window with the curtains.
“No, don’t do that”, he said, climbing into the bed on his knees where he sat down next to me.
He pulled the curtains away from the window as he gazed at the sky with admirable eyes.
As Bert was leaning forward, looking at the stars, I could see his butt crack peeking out of his pants.
He had obviously followed my example, putting on a pair of pants for the night.
His butt crack still made me laugh, though. I’d also have a butt crack peeking out of my pants sometimes. Without knowing it of course.
“McCracken’s in the house”, I commented while hiding a smile.
“Hell, yeah! Wait, what?”
“What’s cracking, McCracken?”, I then asked, now giggling.
“What’re you talking about?”
“Your butt crack”.
“What? Oh! Haha, fuck, yeah. It occasionally shows off sometimes”, Bert said as he pulled his pants up with a smile.
If I wasn’t mistaking, I could’ve swore I saw him blushing.
“Hey, look!”, he suddenly burst out, pointing at the sky. “A shooting star!”
I hurried over to the window and leaned over, now standing side-by-side with Bert, gazing out the window, watching the shooting star with fascination, while gasping.
“Make a wish”, Bert said, covering the window before leaning back on the bed.
I kept thinking of what I was going to wish for before I closed my eyes.
“Your turn”, I said looking at him as I leaned down on my pillow.
“Okay”, he mumbled while closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.
It took a few seconds before he finally opened them again.
“So, what did you wish for?”, I asked, hiding a smile. “Something special?”
“Yeah, it was”, he responded. “So therefore I’m not gonna tell you”.
I could se his mouth vaguely smiling as he said those words.
“Okay, it’s up to you”, I said before hitting the off button on the tiny night lamp that was hanging over my head.
“Good night, Bertie boy”.
“Good night, Lina; the best fuckin´ roadie The Used’s ever had”, he said before pulling his covers over his bare chest.
As I saw him falling asleep, I couldn’t help watching his body, all curled up underneath the covers.
I wondered what it would be like to touch, feel his sweat on my skin, slowly sweeping my hand over his stomach.
The moonlight from a window down the tour bus hall, shining on Bert’s chest, made it even more tempting to touch him.
He was almost irresistible, just lying there with nothing but a boxer and a pyjama pants on.
But I couldn’t. It would be wrong. I wasn’t like that.
That night, I fell asleep with a tear hanging from the corner of my eye.
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so, what do you think, you lovely reader? : Das said before; don't worry. i've marked this story as PG, so there will be no
descriptions whatsoever that will lead to anything sexual that might be offensive yet.
so don't worry at all. :]
but, what did you think of the update? all comments will be appreciated. (:
xo,
lina.