“Indeed.” He sat up, only to catch Marc staring at him from the opposite corner of the couch, panting.
There was something in his expression, something like hesitation and fear, but also rapture and lust. It was daunting. Chris had never felt this way, equally enthralled and confused. They were just friends. This little arrangement changed nothing.Right?
He was aware he’d played with fire, pushing Marc’s limits when he greedily touched him and groped his ass. The bassist liked men as much as he liked women. Urging his jolting to a faster pace the way he did had been selfish. For Marc, a threesome with another dude involved probably also meant interacting with him. Not tonight, though.
Chris shook his head. He needed to get his shit together and not overstep like that ever again. The last thing he needed was to fuck up their friendship and the amazing sex they were sharing.
“Hmm…” he started, searching for his trunks in the mess of clothes they’d created. “Take your time to freshen up,” he said as he found them. “I’m gonna go check on whoever got hurt before.”
The guitarist put on his underwear and someone’s sweats that were lying on the floor, and walked out of the room, gently sliding the door closed behind him. He wasn’t running away from this guilty sentiment that had settled inside of him. Just needed to put some distance between them for a moment. Besides, he was truly curious about who had roared like an animal in pain before.
As he walked down the bunks corridor, he could hear two people in the front lounge. They were talking in such a low tone he couldn’t make out what they were saying or who they were. To his surprise, when he slid the door open, it was Leah and Søren.
Chris immediately smiled at the scene in front of him. Those two were sitting snuggled up on the couch. He loved her, and appreciated this dude a ton, too. Together they made one of the hottest couples he’d ever met, and he could not help but feel happy for them finally having talked through all the bullshit that broke them apart three months before.
“What the hell was that before?” he clipped as he opened the door of the fridge. After quickly skimming over the shelves, he finally found what he was looking for; a Dr. Pepper can. Leah hated it, said it was liquid sugar, and just thinking about it gave her diabetes, but he loved that shit. Everyone had to die of something. “Did you bite his dick off or what?”
“She kneed me in the balls,” Søren replied.
“Ouch.” Chris crinkled his nose, a disgusting shiver running down his entire body. “Not nice, Jäger.”
“Go die,” she countered.
“Nah.” He let himself fall beside her, his shoulder bumping into her back as a grin stretched his lips. “So, you two are together again? Like for good?” The morning after their talk and all the time since then, the loving looks, kisses, and caresses they had shared made that pretty clear already. But he wanted to hear her say it.
“Yeah,” she murmured.
“It’s about time.” Chris pressed his head against the window, letting out a long, languid sigh as he closed his eyes. “But next time you’re gonna be that loud, please go somewhere else.”
“As if you were sleeping.” Leah snorted.
“I wasn’t, but that howl was creepier than a scary movie.”
“Whatev—”
When Leah stiffened, cutting mid-sentence, Chris opened his eyes again, only to see Marc and Gen walking out.
“That was amazing, guys.” She pecked the bassist’s lips. “Thank you,” she purred, bending over to kiss Chris too. “Good night!”
“You really don’t want me to come with you?” Marc asked as he accompanied her to the door.
“You guys need to rest after the day you’ve had.” She caressed his cheek. “And it’s just a ten-minute walk to the campervan I’m sharing with my friends.”
“Okay, okay.” The bassist nodded. “Have a good night then.”
“You too. Bye!” She waved, and with a smile, she left.
As Marc closed the door behind her, he returned to the others and let himself fall onto the couch in front of them.
“What was that?” Leah asked.
Chris laughed. She’d probably been holding on to that question since the moment they had walked out.
“A woman,” Marc said.
She rolled her eyes. “No shit.”
“A blonde woman,” Chris added.
