Rye

The green room is packed with groupies and young girls that got through security. Normally I'd want out of this scene, but tonight my plan is to hang out here as long as possible so I can limit the time I'm confined with Launi. One girl in particular is grating on my nerves. I toss back another shot, hoping the buzz of the alcohol will drown out her voice.

"Rye, we can go to the bathroom," she suggests.

"It's taken," I tell her. I don't need to check. I wouldn't be interested even if it were wide open.

"Can we go to your bus?" she asks.

"I'm chilling here," I answer.

She is never more than two feet away from me. I can feel her watching my every move. I realize it would be helpful if I give in and let her spread the rumors of what we do to every tabloid that will listen, but the reality is I'm not that guy. I'm pretending. The thought of having meaningless sex with some band groupie in a dirty venue bathroom sounds like something that was fun for a year or two in my late teens. Right now, I'm dying for a shower as it is.

Our tour manager is trying to get us out on the bus. We have a long drive tonight and the sooner we get on the bus, the sooner he can relax for at least six hours while we are all contained. Slowly, we begin to gather our shit and head for the doors. A few of the girls will make it to the bus for a few drinks before everything is packed up and the stage equipment that's coming with us is loaded on the trucks. The thought of the jam-packed bus makes my skin crawl. I want to get in my bunk, slide the curtain shut and close out the day in the dark.

There are a few people in the bus already when I step inside. I'm praying the bathroom is empty so I can rinse off. I don't see Launi, but when I pass her bunk, I can smell the scent of apples and maybe vanilla. She must have showered. She's the only girl that will be making the drive with us to the next spot. I close the door to the bathroom with my sweats and t-shirt in hand. I'll make it quick incase the partiers onboard have to pee.

When I emerge, the bus is loud with music and smoke hangs in the air. I toss my stuff onto my bunk and take a second to stretch out my shoulders in the small walkway. Above the roar of conversation and the beat of someone's playlist, I can hear the voice of the girl from earlier. She's climbing the steps to get inside. She clearly doesn't want to take no for an answer. I think fast, knowing if she asks, my bandmates will tell her exactly where to find me thinking they're doing me a favor. There's only one good place I can hide they won't allow her. Deftly I push back Launi's curtain and give her the universal signal to be quiet just before she can scream at me. This is the biggest of the tour busses, but the space is tight. I close the curtains and lock them in place. She's about to argue with me again, I can see it on her face.

"Please," I beg quietly. "There's a fucking crazy girl out there."

Launi rolls her eyes. There's no space between us. In fact, to make me fit I had to slip my leg beneath hers. She's shoved up against the back wall and I can tell by the way she's glaring at me she's not happy about this situation. I have to slide my arm beneath her neck, or my elbow pushes out the heavy curtain keeping us hidden from the scary fan.

"This isn't my problem," she whispers harshly to me.

"Kinda looks like it is now," I answer. "For once please don't fight me just to fight me."

I hear the fan's voice as she asks where I am. Either way this plan will work out. She's going to find my bunk and see it's empty and if she decides to be extra psycho and try this one, she'll be stopped if anyone is paying attention or she'll find me in here with Launi and that works out too.

Launi's hand is pressed against my chest as she braces herself, trying to get as much distance from me as possible. It doesn't matter; there's nowhere for either of us to go. She wiggles and I swear it wakes up every nerve ending in my body. I clamp my eye lids closed as she scoots around to make herself more comfortable. The scent of her lotion and the brush of her skin against mine is testing me. Her leg over mine slides up higher as she moves her hips to free up a little more space between us. I get what she's trying to do, but she's failing and making it worse. For every small area of space she gains, she unwittingly falls close to me somewhere else. Sure, her hip has moved, but now her chest is closer, the soft curve of her breast smashed unceremoniously against my peck. She has nowhere to brace herself, so her hand finds my hip opposite of her and she pushes against it trying to fix the new boob situation, but this play causes her to bump her head slightly on the roof.

I reach for the top of her head, rubbing the spot. I'm glad we aren't trying to rob a bank or hide from a murderer because she clearly has zero survival skills when it comes to staying still and quiet. My hand is in her hair, soothing the spot. Finally, I acquiesce and risk the move to make her more comfortable even if this will all be over in a few minutes if she'd just stop moving. I roll to my side and press my body up to the edge of the bed where the curtains run. Her body naturally rolls into me, chest to chest, and our faces so close I can feel her exhale across my cheeks.

This is an absolutely awful time for my dick to get hard, but that doesn't stop it. When she notices her mouth drops open as if she's offended. What did she expect? She's been rubbing against me, her fingers digging into my hip bone and her face just inches away. I'm not trying to piss her off, but something about her pissing me off does it for me, I guess.

I can practically see the wheels turning behind her eyes. But there's something else there too, if I'm not mistaken. Maybe it's the shots from earlier or pure desire on my end that has me believing I see need reflected back at me in her expression.

"Rye-"she starts, but I press my finger against her mouth. Her lips remain parted, their warm, wet feel against my flesh has my brain running through all the possibilities of what she and I could do together under different circumstances.

And what I would give for different circumstances right now...