4
RING. “Not answering.” You mumble between kisses and I smile. The phone stops as you begin a path of kisses down my neck. You reach my collarbone and the phone rings again.
You pull away and mumble, “They might come looking for us.” You pick up the phone and yell.
“What?” is your hello. Your hand finds its way to my left thigh as we listen.
“Where the fuck are you two?” the angry voice on the other end answers.
You scream, “Out. What is it?”
“You were supposed to be here ten minutes ago! Get here now!” I hear and shit myself because we forgot about the meeting we had. You realize it to and slam the phone shut.
You frown and stand up. You pace around then look at me as I get up too. “We have to go.” You frown again and curse at your body for its acts of excitement.
I grab some pants as you try to think your way out of your erection (aka make it go away). I slide them on gasping as the stiff cotton does nothing to help my condition.
You put your shoes on and hand me mine as I slip a sweatshirt over my bare chest. You clasp your warm hand over mine and we walk out the room.
We get in the elevator and your look of sadness makes my heart break. I pull you closer, “Don’t worry baby. We’ll finish. Besides, makes it more worthwhile.” You smile before I place a kiss on your lips.
You pull away smiling as the doors open. We walk around past the entrance and to the lounge area of the hotel. Our smiles fade as angry band members and managers stare at us irritably.
Stupid questions, “Where have you been?” “Why weren’t you here?” “We didn’t expect this from you.” “Even the hungover people came on time.” All we could do was apologize.
We sit down across from each other and listen half heartedly as the meeting drones on. You smile at me and I can tell what you are thinking. My mind shares those thoughts.
As the meeting comes to an end Benji stands and turns towards us, “We’re going to the mall- want to come?” he asks. You answer with “Nah, we were going to go to the uhh…” and turn to me. I finish, “that one place.” Benji looks at us and shakes his head, “Okay, bye.”
We wait for them exit the hotel. I smile at you and you smile back. We stand at the same time and walk through the lobby rather quickly breaking into a run as we near the elevators.
You giggle like a little boy as we wait for a door to open. As the people step out you lightly run your hand up the back of my sweatshirt. I grin and you follow me into the empty elevator. I push the button and you lean against the wall.
You smile at me and I step closer, brushing my hands up your muscular arms.
“MMM Paul.” ~-~-~ (A/n: Grr! So which one is Paul though? Lonely Stars.)