I practically smashed the door to the hotel room open and collapsed onto the bed. Mick stumbled in and almost fell on top of me. We both stared up at the ceiling in silence, his head on my stomach and my hand stroking his hair. I felt like shit, but remembering what had just happened at the bar numbed the sick feeling I had inside me. Suddenly Mick jumped up and dashed over to the door which I'm guessing lead to the bathroom. Given the horrible sounds I heard, I could only assume he was throwing up. He walked out a few minutes later and just stood there staring at me.
"You okay?"
"No."
"Come here," I said, sitting up and opening my arms. He shuffled forwards and flopped down on the bed in between my legs. I wrapped my arms round him and he rested his head on my arm. He felt limp and sweaty, and he was breathing heavily.
"You're not very good at this getting wasted thing, are you?" I said gently, being careful not to speak too loudly since I could imagine how sore his head must be feeling. He didn't reply. I shuffled backwards on my knees, dragging him over and putting his head on the pillow. I sat and watched him as he lay there with his eyes closed. He was sweating like fuck so I started to undo the buttons on his shirt. He opened his eyes for a second, so I stopped, but he closed them again straight after so I knew he was okay with it. I flicked the sides of the shirt away from his body. I couldn't help staring at his chest. I could see all his ribs and the way his stomach moved up and down as he breathed. I went to get a towel from the bathroom.
"April?" he said quietly.
"Yeah?"
"Come back."
"I'm just getting a towel," I said, walking back through.
"Don't leave again, I want you next to me," he muttered, his eyes still closed.
"Sorry," I teased and sat down next to him. His hand felt around on the mattress, searching for me. I reached my hand out and held his, stroking his tiny wrist. I used my other hand to wipe his chest dry with the towel. I lay down next to him and looked at him as he slept. He was so beautiful. Suddenly there was a quiet knock on the door. I didn't want to wake Mick so I said nothing. The door slowly opened and Joe peered in. He was wearing nothing but his combat pants and socks.
"Hey," I said quietly. He smiled at me and walked in, sitting on a chair next to the bed.
"Someone's looking a bit off," he said. He looked and sounded drunk, but we were all at the stage where we weren't in the mood for any more "fun".
"Poor thing's completely smashed," I said, as I sat up. The room was silent for a minute, and all we could hear was his steady breathing as he slept.
"Well," said Joe quickly,"Just wanted to say how much fun we had with you. We need to do it again, yeah?"
"Yeah," I smiled.
"Which is kinda what I came to talk to you about."
My heart started beating faster.
"I don't know if Mick mentioned it to you, but this gig was only our first in Scotland, we're planning on doing a lot more..."
I started to get really nervous, unsure of what he was going to say.
"So I just wanted to ask, if you'd come with us? We'd pay for your train tickets and all that, you wouldn't need to worry about-"
"Are you serious?" I asked, my heart now pounding.
"Yeah! You're great fun, and someone would be in a temper the whole time if you don't come," he said, nodding at Mick who was still fast asleep.
"I would love more than anything to come with you," I said. My vision was blurry and my head hurt like hell, but I didn't care.
"Cool. We'll talk about it more tomorrow. We're leaving for Glasgow in a few days."
"Okay. Thanks Joe", and he walked out.
Mick's eyes fluttered open. He yawned and looked at me sleepily.
"Who was that?" he mumbled.
"It was Joe, we'll talk about it later, but remember earlier how you said you had plans for tonight?" He looked at me blankly. He was still too wasted to function.
"I'm tired," he muttered like a little kid.
"Mick, I want to have some fun," I insisted suggestively. He smiled reluctantly and I leaned over him and kissed his soft lips. I was crouched over him on my hands and knees and he looked up at me, smirking. I kissed him again passionately, his mouth felt so nice against mine. He lifted his arms and put them around my neck, stroking the top of my spine. I gasped for breath between kisses, trailing my hand down his wet stomach. Guess I missed a bit with the towel, but I didn't mind. I sat up for a second and slipped my shirt off. He stared at me wide eyed and I smirked at him. Now was not the time to be modest. He reached out for me, desperate for me to come back down. I started kissing his neck as he reached round my back to unclip my bra. Before doing so he looked at me, as if asking for permission. He was so sweet.
"Mick. Don't be so respectful! Just do it, do it, I don't fucking care!"
He laughed drunkly and unclipped it, throwing it across the room. That's more like it!
"Do me a favour and take those off will 'ya?" I said, nodding at his pants. He smirked and undid his belt.
"Shit, this is gonna get awkward," he said, trying to pull them down. I tried to help him but they wouldn't budge.
"God, why'd you have to wear such pants?!"
"It doesn't help with you sitting on top of me!" he said, trying to wiggle out from underneath me.
"Where do you think you're going?" I asked, trying to pull him back up by the collar of the shirt that still loosely hung off his shoulders.
"I'm gonna need to stand up for this," he said, getting out the bed.
"Aw, come back!" I whined. He stood unsteadily next to the bed as he took his shirt off. "Take them off!" I urged him.
"Okay, okay!" he said as he pulled his belt out and undid the button on his trousers. His hip bones stuck out and I hadn't realised before how skinny he actually was.
"Hurry up and get back in 'ere!"
"Okay!" he said again, lifting his leg up to try and pull it out. I'll tell you now that watching a drunk person trying to take pants off is hilarious.
"Fuck!" he hissed as he toppled over onto the floor. I shrieked with laughter.
"Maybe you should just do it down there," I called to him. After a minute he stood up wearing nothing but his underwear.
"Hi," he smiled at me.
"Have fun down there?" I said, trying to hide my excitement at what I was seeing. He climbed back in the bed and we picked up where we left off.
"You're very good at this," I whispered to him.
