Behind closed doors

Chapter two i guess

Heyyyyyyyy..,... I know it's been a while since I wrote sorry to all that have been waiting🙃

"Fuck I'm gonna crash when we get back." Mitty says rubbing his eyes. It was only about a thirty minute drive from the venue back to the bus and we were about fifteen minutes in. Everyone was beat. The show really took a lot out of all of us. I looked over at Christian and he was already out with his head laying back against the seat. Scooting closer to Clinton I laid my head down on his shoulder feeling the sleep fighting against my eyes. I drifted off halfway.

"Finally." Someone says as I wake to the door being opened and the vans lights coming on. I rubbed my eyes sitting up Christian was still asleep and I slapped his arm. He lifted his head and looked at me then at the door. We all filed out of the van stumbling to the bus. Riley was the first to the bus and opened the door. "What the fuck?" He exclaimed. I peeked my head up walking over to him after pulling my hand from Clinton's. "What is- oh my god." The bus was ransacked food and other items were strewn everywhere. My eye caught something that looked like glass. It was Mitchels editing laptop. I walked up the steps and took on the damage. "Shit." I breathed. Feeling someone's presence behind me I turned and saw Clinton's angered face. "Who the fuck had the idea to do this. Wasn't the fucking door locked?" He asked to no one in particular.

About an hour later after the police were called we were all sitting on the ground outside the bus. One of the officers walked over to us. "I can't say for sure but there didn't seem to be a motive, all of the expensive items were still there. We aren't entirely sure because we don't have an inventory of what was here, but from the looks of it nothing was stolen." He explained. There's no telling when this took place. I thought to myself. My first thought was Easton but I couldn't just blame something on him because he was a dick. I looked to Clinton and jerked my head to the side before walking about ten feet away from the rest. Not too long after I stopped Clinton was next to me. "What is it?" I took a deep breath. "This might seem like a long shot, but do you think Easton could have done this?" He looked at the bus and back to me. "Isn't he locked up?" I shook my head. "I haven't heard from anyone about it so I don't know if anyone bailed him out." He nodded.

Not to long after talking to Clinton and having a long talk with Stacy I found out that Easton had in fact been bailed out. From what Stacy said the station wasn't allowed to say who bailed him out. After I had explained my theory to the police they said they would look into and were off. They had done all they could. It took almost two hours to clean up the mess even with all of us helping. I was even more exhausted and could barely stay standing. Everyone went to bed and after double checking all the possible entry's to the bus Clinton and I went back to our little nook. Clinton laid down after removing his shirt and I followed suit. I was out before my head hit Clinton's chest.

After a good hour of debate on wether or not the band should continue the tour it was decided they would continue. Mitty went huffing to his bunk and shut the curtain. He was still shaken up from the whole fiasco.

*one week later*

The police still couldn't locate Easton which had me scared shitless and all of us were on edge. I wish I could say I wasn't scared but I was. I didn't know what could happen if he showed up or we crossed paths. Clinton refused to let me go anywhere without him. Riley kept preaching that he was just a coward and wouldn't do anything major but I doubted his logic. He didn't know Easton, not like I did. I knew he could be dangerous if he wanted to be. It felt like forever since the show where he hit me when it was really only a month ago tops.

"What are you thinking about?" Clinton breathes in my ear. I looked up at him and told him what was on my mind. "That asshole won't get anywhere near you let me fucking tell you he would rather die than experience what I want to do to him." I smiled a little at his protective attitude. Everyone was asleep but I was restless and so was Clinton. I was laying on his chest fiddling with this shirt. God he was so hot. I ran my hands up under his shirt feeling his toned torso. I heard him gasp from my contact. I loved the effect I had on him. I ran my hands along his chest and stomach for a little longer before sitting up. I grabbed the collar of his shirt pulling him up into a sitting position. I was sitting with my legs on either side of his thighs. I tugged the bottom of his shirt wanting it off. He pulled it up and over his head. After the garment was discarded I pushed him back down. I kissed his lips then his jawline. Trailing kisses along his jawline I suddenly dropped to his neck. He groaned when I got lower and started kissing down the center of his stomach. He had his hands behind him gripping the armrest on the little couch. His arms were flexed from the effort of keeping his hands above his head the way they were. His arm came up behind my back as he sat up. I lifted my arms as he pulled my shirt over my head. He turned me over to where my back was on the couch. He kept his weight on one forearm while the other was gripping the back of my neck trying to kiss me deeper. I gasped as he went lower with his kisses reaching the elastic of my underwear. He chuckled when he heard it. He came back up and looked in my eyes. Kissing my lips once more he looked back into my eyes. "Okay?" I nodded quickly. "Are you sure?" I wrapped my legs around his hips. "Please?" I begged. He growled and went back down. I choked on my own air when he found me with his lips and shut my eyes letting the pleasure take over.