Band Camp (boyxboy)

Chapter 9

♫Well your left hand's free

And your right's in grip♫

I moaned loudly and winced. Please don't wake up. Please don't wake up.

There were no sounds in the room aside from me and Sidney. The guys seemed to sleep like logs. Dead, rotting, half-drunk logs.

Sidney let more of his weight fall onto me as he sucked on my neck. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, willing myself to keep silent. His tongue made patterns on my flesh and I was high on life.

It was only a few minutes later that I became aware of Sidney's movements slowing. Then, without warning, all of his weight fell onto me and his breathing evened out.

You've got to be shitting me.

I nudged him once. Twice.

"Sidney," I whispered through the darkness. He didn't move. I turned my head away from him because his curls were tickling my neck and I sighed.

"Wake up," I pleaded, kicking him. His eyelids didn't even move. I was starting to get claustrophobic.

Someone's voice sounded from the darkness, "Don't bother, it's like trying to stir the dead."

I squinted just enough to see Ian with one head laid behind his head, surveying the entire scene.

"What did you see?" I asked bluntly. He never replied, just put his earbuds back in and turned towards the wall. First chance I got I was feeding Ian to the choir girls, it was official.

I pushed Sidney off me, but in a few minutes he had woken up.

"Shit," he cursed. I just turned and tried to sleep, expecting him to climb back down to his own bunk, but he didn't. He just lay next to me with his fingers trailing from my wrist to my shoulder until I fell asleep.

When I woke up I was disgustingly hot, Mr. Tenuto was knocking on the door to tell us to get up for breakfast, and Sidney had rolled himself back on top of me. And he was drooling onto my shoulder. I supposed it would have been cute if it wasn't my shoulder. I should have punched him harder.

"Sidney." I pushed him aggressively and his eyelids fluttered open. As soon as he became conscious he wiped the corner of his mouth, as if maybe I wouldn't notice the puddle on my shirt.

His eyes widened and he turned away from me. I could have sworn I saw him blush.

Hudson hurriedly pulled on a pair of jeans from the floor that I'm pretty sure were mine and ran a hand through his hair. "When you two are done spooning you can come find us," he called out as he left the room. It appeared Ian and Jonathon had already gone to breakfast, but from what I knew about Ian so far he could just be hiding under a bed watching us.

"Spooning leads to forking!" Sidney called out just as Hudson slammed the door to the room.

"That doesn't apply when you drool on someone for hours." I was stiff as all hell trying to climb down the ladder. The mattress was cheap shit and I had never been in so much pain before in my life. It was as if I had pulled every muscle in my back and run a marathon before going to bed.

Sidney's face flushed as he sat up in the bed. I pulled off my dampened shirt and tossed it into the corner somewhere.

Sidney bit his lip and played with his fingers for a second before meeting my eyes again. "I'm sorry for falling asleep on you last night. I wasn't really sleeping all that well at home before we came, I guess I really needed the sleep."