Big or small, everyone had an ego that could get bruised. Even if you weren’t interested in a particular person, having them tell you that your presence doesn’t affect them at all stung. But when it was the one that you longed for with every cell in your body, knowing they were so damn immune to you… Those words hurt.
“Like, do you remember that one time last year when we got high as fuck and ended up naked, dancing and doing the helicopter with our dicks to the rhythm of Krokus and theirHallelujah Rock n’ Roll, you, Erik, and I?” Chris chuckled. “Or that one day we tapped each other’s balls every time we saw a red car on the road? Not to mention the times we had already fucked in the same room.”
“Yeah, I remember.” Marc clenched his jaw, feeling too unsettled by the conversation and how it all seemed to be a joke to him.
“Did it bother you when I touched you?”
Marc blinked several times. “Why would it bother me?”
“See?” Chris gestured with a palm up.
“Dude, it’s not the fucking same.” He mirrored the guitarist’s position. “Idoenjoy the touch of other men. Remember I’m bisexual?” He scoffed and ran his fingers through his hair, fisting it slightly as he stared outside for a moment before looking at his friend again. “Chris, I just—I don’t want to overstep your boundaries and ruin our friendship over a fuck.”
“Holy fuck, Zimmer. You’re getting too worked up over nothing.” The guitarist rolled his eyes. And now it was Marc who wanted to punch him.
“It’s notnothing,” he said, the vexation behind his words almost burning his tongue. “I might say or do something that goes beyond what you can take. I trust you will stop me and tell me if it’s too much, but I’m afraid you’ll get carried away—like when you grabbed my ass last night—and regret it all the next day. I’ve had a fair amount of similar crap in the past, and trust me, it’s not fun feeling like you forced someone to do something they didn’t want to in the first place.”
“For the record, I grabbed your ass completely aware of what I was doing. I’m not ashamed and I don’t regret anything, okay?” Chris huffed and turned his head towards the window. “To be honest, I would have avoided that type of contact with another man, but I’m comfortable around you. I feel safe and confident that you won’t read into my actions too much, you know?”
“I guess.”Sadly, you shouldn’t because even if I’m aware of where we stand, everything you do affects me, and not in an innocent way.
“I enjoyed every bit of what we did, Marc.” Chris gazed into his eyes. “And I wanted you to, I don’t know… Look, I’m straight, and it’s not like we’re gonna fill each other’s holes with cum.”
“So classy.”
“Shut up. You get what I mean. We’re not banging each other, but we’re banging together, and I wanted you to feel like it was really a three-way thing and not just us fucking one chick.” Chris twisted his mouth. “Does that make sense?”
Marc relaxed a little, air and tension leaving his lungs in the shape of a chuckle. “Yeah, it makes sense.”
“That’s why I proposed we do it. And fuck, I’d be lying if I said I’m not looking forward to repeating it.”
“Again?”
“Yes.” Chris grinned. “I can’t pinpoint what it is, or why I like it so much, but there’s something… And last night was kind of reassuring; sex hasn’t been so satisfying and fulfilling before.”
Wait, what?
Marc’s heart pounded furiously against his ribs. He was usually good at reading people. Misunderstandings with him being a bisexual man had led to some pretty fucked up situations in the past. But he was so lost right now, he had no idea where to go from here.
Chris didn’t seem to be saying any of this out of pity or to be considerate. He truly seemed honest. However, he wasn’t asking for more either. Was it just the caresses that he wanted in order to feel like they, and whoever they decided to screw, were all important and part of the moment? Was he considering taking it any further at some point?
Marc bit his bottom lip to inflict the right amount of pain that proved this was real and not a dream. And there, in a split second, as he racked his brain for the correct answer, his eyes locked with Chris’s right before they moved to the bassist’s lips.
His breath hitched, and his pulse catapulted him into an inconceivable position. Maybe it was just him. Maybe all this was one-sided, and he was bringing his hopes too high. But he had the sensation that his friend—his straight, pussy-loving friend—wanted to kiss him and ravish his mouth with his tongue.
“Only if you want a repeat, of course,” Chris said, seemingly…nervous?
“Hmm… Yeah, of course.” Marc frowned. “If you’re sure about where your limits are, I’m fine with it.”
“We good, then?”
“As long as we keep the communication open, just like this, we’re good, yeah.”
“Great.” Chris took a long, last gulp of his beer. “Now seriously”—he patted Marc’s leg—“we should go to bed or we’ll be dead tomorrow.”
“Mm-hmm.” Marc nodded. “Gonna finish this and I’ll go in a minute.” He gestured with his drink.
“Sure,” he said when he got up and walked into the bunks area. “Night, man.”
