Getting Late for Days

I'm Coming Home, Don't You Cry

The bus ride was hell. Everyone had been so used to doing what they wanted whenever they wanted to; getting up, walking around, getting food, leaving the bus, these were the privileges one will miss while traveling on a tour bus. They were all anxious to leave the crowded space.

On the plus side, they would be home within a day. Alex didn’t realize just how much he actually missed lying in his bunk with Jack pressed into him. They were curled together in the tight space—again, it was lucky they were both skinny—their breathing synced perfectly. Both were wearing only their boxers, and Jack’s bare back was pressed against Alex’s chest. There was hardly a gap between them. Alex had one arm draped over Jack’s sleeping body; his own head was resting comfortably on the other.

They were sleeping peacefully when the bus stopped suddenly, causing Alex to hit his head on the wall of the bunk. “Shit! What the hell was that?!” he yelled, the pain startling him awake.

Jack blinked into awareness at the noise, stretching and nearly knocking Alex out of the bunk. “Hey Al,” he mumbled sleepily, turning to face his boyfriend.

“Dude, the bus just braked hard,” Alex whined. “Made me slam my fucking head into the wall.”

“Sorry, love.” He pressed his lips to Alex’s, and then tucked his head into the older boy’s chest.

“I’m gonna get some food.” He clumsily left the bunk as Jack mumbled, “Fat-ass.” Alex just laughed as he entered the back lounge to find Zack and Rian sprawled across the couches.

“Dude, put some clothes on,” Rian laughed. “No one wants to see that.”

“Don’t lie, bro. I’m sexy and you can’t deny it,” Alex retorted, finding a bag of chips and digging through the mini-fridge for a couple water bottles. He walked back to the bunk, pulling back the curtain that he’d been too lazy to pull back before. Jack was asleep again, pressed up against the wall. Of course, Alex wished he were that wall with everything in him. He couldn’t be close enough to the boy he loved. Alas, he’d be in that place later tonight.

But Jack was just so fucking cute. How the hell did he do it? Alex almost didn’t have the heart to wake the boy. Almost.

He started with a gentle nudge, then a shake, followed by a, “Wake up, Jackaroo,” then poking, kissing, prodding, violent shakes, until he finally gave in and unscrewed the water bottle, pouring about half of the chilled liquid over Jack’s shirtless body.

“Fuck!” he screamed as he jolted awake. “What the fucking hell, Alex?! I’m gonna murder you, you little shit!” He flopped out of the bunk, still more gracefully than Alex had earlier, and attempted to grab the shorter boy, but Alex was already off to the back lounge. Jack rushed after him, his hair and chest dripping wet.

They both hesitated for a moment in the back lounge, staring each other down. They completely disregarded their bandmates, who were now sitting on the couch and watching the show. Rian and Zack observed as their friends charged out of the room.

“They’re gonna fuck after this,” Rian stated, turning to Zack.

“Hopefully they can wait till we get off the bus,” Zack replied in agreement.

“Yo guys! You can keep up the little game, but can you wait till you get off the bus to fuck each other?!” Rian yelled through the door.

“Whose says we’re gonna?” Alex replied. His friends couldn’t see it, but he stared at Jack as he said it, his eyes heavy with seduction.

“You’re not fooling anyone. We just don’t wanna hear the sounds, alright?” Rian said it jokingly, but there was an honest pleading tone to it. He’d already had enough of Jack and Alex’s heated late-night make out sessions.