Pardon My Mush

Ch 3 – Moment of Weakness

We’re standing in a hallway of the venue waiting to do an interview. Billy’s standing across from me, chipping the paint off his nails. I'm watching him even though I know I shouldn’t be. It makes it so hard having to be around him. I can feel the heat radiating off his body, smell the combination of his soap and the citrus scent of his hair gel. His black t-shirt is hanging just right on him and his pants low and just fitted enough to entice me to stare. God why do I let it get to me?

I force my eyes to the floor, letting my imagination get the best of me. I imagine grabbing Billy and pushing him up against the wall, our lips crashing together and hands roaming all over each other.

“Good Charlotte, we’re ready for you.” I hear them call and follow the rest of the guys into the room. And smile half-heartedly at Billy as he holds the door for me. I need to stop this.

=-=

“I didn’t catch your name.” He speaks over the music in the dingy punk club. “I’m Scott, by the way.”

I held out my hand, “Joel.” This guy was hot. Spiked light brown hair with blue tips, a black band shirt and dark pants, typical average guy. But his body was excellent. He was a drummer for a local band, I have no idea what band. How many drinks have I had, 3? 4? Something like that. I came here trying to get away, sort out my thoughts, be alone after the show. That didn’t last long. I met this guy, and we’ve hit it off. And I think we both have the same thing on our mind and I'm not gonna say no.

“So uhh…” he trails off looking around, “I’m staying in the hotel next door…”

-

“Ooh….Fuck, Scott….” I moan as this guys tongue licks my head. I buck my hips forward into his mouth, as I’m so close.

He pulls away and I groan, “Let me fuck you.”

“Thought you’d never ask,” he says as I open my eyes. He slides his body over mine and reaches into the bedside table. He kisses me and smiles as he hands me the stuff. I sit up and wrap my arm around his waist as he turns around.

I watch the muscles in his back flex as I slide into him, gripping his hips and biting my lip. I lean him forward so he’s on all fours and kiss down his back as I straighten up. I listen to him breath and pull out pushing back in a little harder than before. His hands grip the sheets and he lets his head fall forward as I get a rhythm started.

I run my hands up and down his back and up to his built shoulders as I pound into him.

He moans, “Harder,” and I comply, gripping onto his shoulders.

“God…this feels so good…” I moan as I go harder into him.

His whole body jerks as I hit that infamous spot inside him. I almost laugh at his reaction but keep it in as I'm overcome by a moan.

I reach my hand around to his dick and stroke him off as we near the finish.

He moans, “Ohh, yes,” as I jerk him, “al-most there…fuck,” he moans as he comes all over his stomach and my hand. I smile into his back as I feel his body contract and I let go as I come.

I collapse on the bed and he slides over to me wrapping and arm around my chest and kissing me. “Good,” he mumbles before he falls asleep on my chest. I black out a few seconds later.

=-=

I wake up at about 7 am, only a couple hours after I passed out. I know what’s at my side, and I don’t want to look at it but I do and regret it. The guy…what was his name Scott?…is curled up next to me. I sigh and carefully get out of the bed heading to the small bathroom. I pick up my clothes on the way and step into the shower. I quickly cleanse myself and get out. I avoid looking in the mirror as long as I can. But I don’t expect the knock on the door.

I open the door, briefly meeting the tired eyes looking at me. He stands in the doorway as I finally look in the mirror and run a hand through my hair. I glance back at him. His hair is havoc on his head and his boxers are low, I see the dried cum on his stomach and turn away. Fuck, this is the worst part.

“umm, I uhh…don’t usually do stuff like this…” he rambles I nod and lean on the counter staring into the sink, he continues, “but uhh….?” He shrugs.

I offer a smile and turn, “give me your number and the next time we’re here, I’ll give you a call.”

He nods and writes his number down handing it to me. I smile weakly and nod reaching for the doorknob. He follows me and I wave slightly before I step into the hallway. I head for the elevator not looking back and its not till I'm far from the room that I hear the door slowly close.

I sigh, “guess that was his first one night stand.”

I walk through the empty lobby not knowing where I am or how I got here and hail a cab.


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