BloodLust // yungblud fanfic

Chapter 22

But the next day was Monday; they were in Boise; they wouldn't have another hotel day until Thursday, in Las Vegas. And maybe Holly wasn't the classiest person on the face of the planet -- she couldn't believe she had let him get her off in her bunk, what had she been thinking -- but she didn't want their first time to be in a dim corner of an arena, or even worse, the back lounge of the bus. She told Dominic as much, when they had a moment alone before soundcheck.

"Well, of course,' he said, looking surprised. "I agree. It's going to suck, and i'll probably have a hard on non stop for the next three days --"

"Dom!" She exclaimed, laughing.

"-- but it's going to be worth the wait." His eyes darkened. "Don't you agree?"

Did she ever. Their encounter on the bus was already the best sex of her life, and they hadn't even gotten fully naked. So she was definitely looking forward to the full experience.

Waiting wasn't easy, especially when they were together all day every day, and when they were on stage together every night, which was a little bit like sex already. And to be fair, there was a certain amount of opportunistic groping when no one was looking. But for the most part, they kept their hands to themselves. 

She texted Dylan: Dying of sexual frustration. 

??? i didn't need to know that, and also, who are you screwing around with on tour?

A different groupie every night, she responded. I'm swimming in men.

Okay. She could hear the skepticism in that one word, and she was trying to come up with a snappy retort when her phone buzzed with another message. Call mom soon, she wants to make sure you're eating your vegetables.

Dylan was sixteen minutes older than Holly: a short span by any normal reckoning, but an eternity when it came to the familial pecking order. When they were kids, Holly had hated the casual way Dylan wielded the authority of his extra sixteen minutes, like they somehow made him an expert on everything under the sun, but as she grew older she found it comforting. Life was complicated and mysterious; sometimes it was nice to be told what to do. Yeah yeah, i'll call her today before the show. Happy?

Thrilled Sean says hi.

Hi Sean, she said, and added a winking, leering smiley face, just to gross Dylan out.

They had a good show in Boise, a good crowd and a good set, and then they boarded the bus after load out and drove to Salt Lake City. It was only a few hours; they slept the rest of the night in the parking lot behind the arena, and when Holly woke in the morning, the high brown mountains of the Wasatch Front crested the horizon to the east, hazy through the summer smog.

She was up earlier than usual, and the front lounge was deserted aside from Michael, who was watching television on the couch, wrapped in a blanket. They hadn't interacted much since that first morning in San Francisco, and she felt a little awkward around him, especially after witnessing his meltdown in Vancouver; but she said good morning anyway, and asked if he wanted any coffee.

"Sure," he said. "I already had a pot, but i'll drink a little more."

Holly shook her head and dumped the used grounds out of the filter. "How do you drink that much coffee? I get jittery if i have more than two cups."

"Practice," he said. "And i don't sleep a lot."

She looked at him closely. He didn't look to sleep deprived; maybe he was just one of those people who could get by indefinitely on four hours a night. Her father was like that, and she'd always had trouble sneaking out to parties as a teenager, because he would often be awake before she got home.