a work of art

chapter 37: sneaky 69

As we headed out of the UK, we started using buses not only to get around, but to sleep on as we drove at night. Very obviously, this wasn't a great development for our new, temporary relationship.

Claire was bitter. We had previous bunk arrangements that we couldn't change without rousing suspicions. There was also no way the three of us could comfortably fit in a bunk. So Claire had been sleeping alone, left out of all the... activities.

Because we were on a different continent, with Claire's whole band and crew, in addition to all of Billie's people, the teams had done their best to reduce the amount of buses we had. Which, under normal circumstances, would be fine.

But now that meant more people were on our bus, watching.

Now Billie, Claire, Finneas, Claudia, and myself were hanging out in the front living room, watching The Office. Everyone was mostly just sitting on their phones.

Claire was petulant, and mopey. She sat in my lap, her arm around me, fingers in my hair, pouting. Every now and then she'd lay her cheek on my head, or smell my hair, sometimes even planting a hard kiss on the crown of my head.

No one usually batted an eye at this type of physical closeness between us on display. Claire and I had always had a very touchy-feely friendship, so this was nothing new. Claudia noticed, however, and kept shooting me dirty looks. She knew about the past... hookup, for lack of a better term. But she was in the dark about the current situation. And it was clear she was concerned, and noticing weird behaviors.

"What are you doing?" She mouthed at me from across the room while Claire stared at her phone, her cheek resting intimately on mine.

I gave her a sheepish smile. Then I rolled my eyes and glanced at Claire, mouthing, "Women."

Claudia's eyes narrowed and I turned back to The Office, terrified.

Claire turned her head toward my ear, pressing her lips to it, and whispered, "I'm horny."

I rubbed her back, too afraid to tear my eyes from the tv to look at her. "I know, I'm sorry," I murmured.

The three of us could fuck in the back of the bus, under the guise of watching a show together. But the extra people made it next to impossible to get that room alone, and we'd only managed it twice. The last time, Finneas started knocking while we were deeply in it, Claire refusing to remove her face from between my thighs while I had to talk to him through the door. Billie was too overcome with laughter, using the strap on Claire, to speak.

There just wasn't enough seating and everyone needed space to spread out. Tonight, Billie's manager and assistants were back there having a meeting.

I nudged Billie, who was snuggled up to my other side on the couch. She looked up at me, sleepily. "Sup."

I smiled at her, distracted by her sweet, tired face. I kissed her, softly, then rubbed my thumb across her bottom lip. Claire tensed even more in my lap, gripping my shoulder.

I opened my messages with Billie, and my texts lit up the phone in her hand.

I'm gonna take Claire to bed.
That okay?

Ummmm I wanna come too
so that's kinda bummy
but i can see from here she's in pain

yeah it's bad
you know i wouldn't go without you otherwise
besides, i thought ur booty was still tender

my lil booty is just fine thank u
a lil tender but i am ready to be gently loved on again in a very GENTLE kind SOFT way
wait how you gonna do it??