Sleep-O

Chapter 3

The group pulled over at a tavern to get some food and drink and then continued on to St.Petersburg. Steve-O only fell asleep once and that was because Steph fell asleep and ended up sliding so her head was on his shoulder. She smells so fucking good, he thought. He took a deep breath – vanilla – and felt himself drifting off, his chin on her head.

He didn't know much about her. From what he gathered so far on the drive was that she had a sense of humor, loved rock music, skated (a girl who skateboarded!!! SO HOT!), and is the sister of his, for all intensive purposes, boss. This could be a tricky situation... He can't date his boss's daughter, can he?

"Oh, crap," she said, almost to herself.

"You can say it. Go ahead." Chris said.

"Say what?" Her eyebrows crinkled in confusion.

"Shit. You said 'crap.'"

"Oh, whatever," she waved him away. "Shit, ass, bitch. Are you happy now?"

Everyone in the car started laughing and Chris said, "yes!"

"I meant to get my board out of the other car when we stopped for food," she continued.

"Oh yeah," Steve-O remembered. "We'll take a skate break in St.Petersburg."

"I don't know if we'll have time for that," Johnny interjected. "Our visas are only for one day, so I think we'll have to stop, eat and get the hell out."

Chris's smile turned into a frown. "We can't even stay the night? We've been driving for two days!"

"Excuse me, Pontius, Demitry and I have been driving for two days. You haven't done a damn thing!" Johnny let out his trademark laugh and Dimetry agreed with him.

"Hey, I'm the comic relief in this show!" Chris defended.

With perfect timing Steph said, "You sure are..."

Steve-o snorted and Johnny let out a howl of laughter, his eyes concealed by his aviators. Steph had always seen Johnny as "the cute one." His body was practically flawless, his clothes falling on his figure perfectly, his hair was messy without looking careless... his mouth was her favorite part. His bottom lip was slightly pouty and she had always wanted to just bite it. Even when she was younger – 15, 16 years old maybe. He was in his mid 20's then and the most beautiful man Steph had ever seen.

Until she laid eyes on Steve-O. She had only heard of the nasty things he had eaten and snorted, but had never spent time with him like she could now. When she got out of the van and walked over to the jag where the boys were waiting, she felt a rock form in her belly and her palms began to sweat. Even in his ridiculous, dirty clothes, he was beautiful. He half smiled at her when she walked over and they made eye contact... his eyes were so deep and sweet.

Only one thing distracted her from that magic moment - she couldn't shake from her mind the awkwardness she felt between herself and Johnny. She had never told her brother – or anyone else for that matter – about what happened between them that one night. She was pretty sure Johnny never told a soul either, for fear of Jeff's wrath. He had made it very clear that none of the guys could date her. She and Johnny never dated though. They flirted and joked and took advantage of stolen moments whenever they could before they got interrupted. But it was only ONE night that everything happened.

Jeff was out of town shooting Wildboyz and Steph was housesitting for him. Johnny had lent Jeff some dvd's before he left and Steph found it very odd that he picked when Jeff was gone to pick them up. It was around 10pm and she was swimming in the pool. Music softly playing from a boom box placed near the edge of the pool. She was just doing laps back and forth slowly, sometimes just floating on her back looking up at the stars. The pool had pretty blue lights that illuminated it from the bottom and there were Christmas lights up around the whole garden.

As she floated, thinking of how romantic the environment was and how it was being wasted, she heard the garden door squeak open. She startled and looked to see who had come in so late.

Her eyes were met with Johnny's sweet perfection. He wore a t-shirt, his blue pants and his leather jacket. Even at night he wore his aviators. "He's so cool," she thought.

"Oh, hey," she tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, even though her heart beat faster when he was around.

Johnny smiled wide, hands in his pockets, as he made his way over to the pool where she was. She thanked god that she had her suit on – she normally swam naked, but tonight she wore one of her bikinis. She still felt shy that he could see her body as well as he could.

"You didn't have to wear that on my account," he smiled and took his glasses off, crouching by the side of the pool. Steph swam over and held on to the side, wiping water from her eyes before shooting him a dirty look.

"I thought you were coming over tomorrow."

"I was out driving around and just thought I'd stop by now," his eyes locked on hers. "Lucky timing for me."

"Wanna come in?" She leaned back a little, looking up at him. Might as well at least ask, she thought.

"You just wanna see me in my underwear."

"So?" She smirked.

"I knew it!" He laughed and stood up, shrugging his jacket off and then pulling his t-shirt up over his head. His stomach was so smooth and looked so firm. He sat down on a lawn chair and removed his sneakers and then, while looking her in the eyes, undid his belt and let his pants fall to the ground, only wearing boxers.

Steph took a big breath in, thinking, this is it – this is the night... she was finally going to kiss Knoxville.

He took a small running start and did a canon ball into the pool. When he came up for air he pushed his hair out of his eyes and swam over to Steph. She was treading water near the side of the pool, wondering how this was all going to go down. She felt nauseous. She waited for this for sooo long.

He slowly swam closer to her, backing her up until she was practically against the side of the pool. "So, you have me half naked – now what?" His voice was quiet and serious. His eyes darted from her eyes to her mouth as he moved closer.

"Um," Steph started... not sure what to say. She took a sharp breath in as his body became even closer to hers. She could feel sexual heat radiating off his body. Her eyes instinctively closed as his lips inched closer to hers. This was going to be her first time. Should she tell him that? No. Definitely not. He'd stop then. And she wanted this.

She let his lips gently touch hers before opening her mouth to accept his tongue. He tasted sweet and warm. Their first kisses were slow and sensual, as he took hold of her hips and hiked her legs around his waist. One arm went around her back, pulling her to him, the other to the side ledge of the pool to hold them above water.

Her thoughts were pulled back to reality when Johnny threw a condom at her face. "Hey, watch it douchebag!" She snapped. "I can think of a lot of things to do with this and I'm pretty sure you wont enjoy any of them." Johnny threw his head back and laughed. Steph held the tip of the condom and pulled it back to slingshot him right in the face, hitting him almost in the eye, if it wasn't for his sunglasses.

"Condom fight!" Chris yelled jokingly.

"No thanks. I'm going back to sleep."

"My my aren't we cranky," Johnny said, smiling. "Do I have to get you a sippy cup?"

Chris added, "or a tampon?"

Steph had enough. She turned and looked out Pontius's window and acted as if she saw something crazy. "Dude, that's fucked up!"

"What?! What?!" Chris turned to look. As soon as his head was turned, Steph elbowed him right in the junk causing him to yell and double over.

"Oh, oops, I'm sorry, what that your area?" She said monotone.

Steve-O held out his hand for a quiet hive five. When their hands touched, she swore she felt a different kind of heat between them. They shared a quiet smile while Chris continued to groan, Knoxville still laughing.

"Laugh it up, Knox, you're next, you know..."