a work of art

chapter 35: do you think that we could move closer, baby?

A/N: Alright, just unleash in the comments, I can take it. 🥴🤠🥲

(Just kidding, y'all scare me. PLEASE be nice to me. 😭)
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We fell into a rhythm as we traipsed around the UK. A show every day or two, and each night ended with the three of us in a king sized bed together. The drive between each city was short, so we only used the buses to get around, then stayed in hotels at night so we could sleep in a real bed.

The cities blurred together, and every day I wished we had time to actually enjoy them. Sometimes, on a day off, we snuck off to do something, with plenty of body guards and a lot of planning to make it happen. It was usually just a picnic in a private park, or sometimes a bike ride in the country.

Either way, it was always nice to feel normal for a bit, especially for Billie. And Claire always tagged along.

After my mini freak out at the first show, things were feeling easier, like we were all really friends again. We laughed hard together, playing pranks, collecting new inside jokes and remembering old ones, and generally enjoying the closeness we'd built before things got messy.

However, sex became difficult. After 3 nights of Claire in our bed, I woke up at 2 am, soaking wet, after an extremely vivid sex dream. I dragged Billie quietly out of bed and fucked her in the bathroom.

"We can't do this, Bill," I'd panted after I rolled off her on the cold tile floor. "I need to touch you often."

She'd laughed. "You're a monster."

"I'm serious! And I know you feel the same. Something's gotta change."

But I couldn't kick Claire out now, and I didn't want to. It was cozy and comfortable and fun having her with us. But I needed sex, too.

Billie and I started sneaking around, finding spots at every venue, sometimes a shower, sometimes a closet, or an office. It was quick, hot, and always dirty.

But it got old fast.

"How am I supposed to chain you up in a public venue, or use the strap?" I huffed after one such encounter. "Or have basic housewife sex? You know, in a bed?!"

Billie was getting sick of it, too. So she decided to say something.

"Hey, uh, Claire?" She started one evening, as we were all getting ready for bed.

Claire was sitting on the floor, reorganizing her suitcase and looking for her pj's.

"Yeah?"

I eyed Billie. I was already in bed, and I was throbbing. We hadn't had time to run off together that day, and all I wanted was to spend the next hour relearning her body.

"Do you think we could, uh... have the room?"

Claire stopped digging in her bag. She slowly lifted her head. "Is this a sex thing?"

Bill squeezed her eyes shut. "Yes."

Claire nodded. "Yeah, okay. Let me know when you're done!" And she got up, taking her bag with her. She closed the adjoining door behind her.

"Oh," Billie said, looking at me. "That was... easy."

"Too easy?" I frowned. "I thought she was still into me."

"Guess you're not as hot as you thought you were," Billie grinned.

"Is that true?" I mock pouted.

She slid down in the bed closer to me, wrapping her arms around me. "Baby, you're hot as fuck."