Disclaimer: This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned herein or any personal knowledge about their private lives.
Bunking With JC
We'd been on the road for months. We were finally famous. But we weren't beyond being crammed into a tour bus yet. We weren't THAT famous. It was uncomfortable, to say the least, but we survived. It was hot too. The air conditioning had gone out, and we couldn't do anything about it until we arrived in Miami for the final two shows of the tour. Then it was back to Orlando for two months of sweet relaxation. We deserved it.
For now, I lay in my bunk, which was under Joey's. He was sleeping. I listened to the sounds of the bus. Joey was snoring lightly. Lance and Chris were playing Playstation in the closet sized space our road manager called a "lounge". They'd crowded around a 10" screen that was way too small to stare at for hours on end. They argued about who deserved to play next and who's memory card had space to save their game on. I watched the shadows on the wall dance back and forth, feeling drowsy.
Behind me the door to the bathroom opened, and a cloud of steam came rushing forward, followed by JC, who had been showering. My eyes fluttered open, and were immediately fixated on his smooth chest and perfect stomach. I jerked my eyes towards the ceiling as he looked my way.
"I hope you saved me some of that water. I need it for tomorrow morning," I said, as he rummaged through his gym bag for some pajamas.
"Don't worry, I left plenty. I know you like your early showers," he replied, smiling down. "You mind if I..?" He held up his shorts and tank top.
"Nah, go ahead."
"Thanks, Just."
He unwrapped his towel and dropped it on his bed. I watched out of the corner of my eye. His back was smooth and strong looking, and my gaze followed it down to his ass. I could see myself squeezing it; it looked so firm. I grit my teeth as he leaned against the side of the bed to steady himself in the always jostling tour bus. I could see his penis swinging between his legs, in front of a set of healthy looking balls. He was beautiful.
JC pulled up his shorts. As I darted my lingering eyes away I could tell he had noticed me watching. I stared up at the bunk above me, but could see out of the corner of my eyes JC looking at me questionably. My cheeks burned red as he tugged on his shirt. Still looking at me. He got into his bed across from me, and lay on his side, facing me.
"Goodnight, Justin. See you in the morning."
"'Night, Jace," I managed to whisper.
I closed my eyes, mentally rebuking myself for being so careless. I held a secret that no one knew about. Not even these four guys, who'd become my closest friends, my family. I wasn't ready to talk, and wasn't sure how they'd take it, so I held it in. Being in such close proximity, I couldn't help but watch Josh every now and then. I found his body irresistable.
As I wrapped my mind around all this, I could feel JC's eyes watching me. I rolled over on my side to avoid his burning gaze. I stared at the wall until I fell asleep.
There was food waiting for us in our rooms at the Hilton, about a mile from the arena where we had just performed. I shared the room with JC that night. We all rotated single-room priviledges. Tonight it was Joey's turn to sleep alone.
"Chicken fingers? This is Lance's fault! Shit. He always gets to order the food."
"Oh just eat it, Josh," I said. "It's better than nothing. Unless maybe you want to go out or something."
"No... I'm exhausted. I'll eat this. At least there's ketchup."
"Maybe we can get some barbeque sauce up here, too. Lemme call down stairs. We need drinks too."
The bellhop arrived quickly with iced tea for both of us and barebeque sauce for me.
Having finished eating they set their drinks down on the night stand and sat down on the bed. "We're famous, right?" he said. "We should be eating better. We deserve some celebrity perks." He flashed his beautiful smile at me.
"I can't believe the tour is over... It feels like we've been on the road forever," I said. "We should be celebrating."
Sitting up and turning to me, JC's face had lit up. "Hey, you're right. I have an awesome idea." He picked up the phone and began dialing. "Yes, hi. Can you send up one bottle of Bacardi Limon and and a 2 litre of Coke? Hold on a sec..."
He covered the receiver and looked at me. "What do you want?"
"Uhm..." I wasn't a big drinker. I had only ever had a few sips of champagne on New Years Eve. "I'll have what you're having."
"Great," he said. "And make sure to bring two glasses and plenty of ice," he finished.
"Should I call the rest of the guys up here," I asked.
"No way! Lance doesn't drink, and if the other two see me, or YOU, drinking, they'll be pissed off! Let's just keep this between you and me."
A few minutes later there was a knock at the door. JC answered, signed for the liquor, and sent the bellhop away. "Hey, there's one celebrity perk... I didn't get carded."
Grinning, he walked over to the small table, sat down, and began opening up the bottle of rum. "Do you like it strong, or mild?"
"I'll take it strong," I said. I didn't want JC to think I'd never done any serious drinking.
Having mixed up two rum and cokes, JC passed me a glass. "Bottom's up, dude! Here's to the first of many successful tours together."
"You got it man!" We tapped glasses and each chugged down the entire glass. "That was strong... Pour me another!"
This should be interesting, I thought to myself.
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To be concluded.
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