Life Can Do Terrible Things // Ben Bruce

6. Dick Game

Photo: Tessa
Playlist: All The Things She Said- t.A.t.U

Danny had beaten everybody to the bus and had stuck a sign on the door:
ALL YOU CUNTS CAN'T USE THE SHOWER UNLESS YOU GIVE ME A BLOWJOB!
"I'll take the fucking risk." Ben hammered on the door.
Danny swung it open. "One blowjob please."
"I'd rather not Danny. Last time I gave you one, I was coughing up hair balls for days."
"Every time we go to have sex, you come before I'm even in you." Danny retorted. "Issy, I'm warning you; he doesn't last long."
I flushed red. "You know from experience?"
"Don't you know it." Ben said. "Hurry the fuck up and let us in, I want a shower."
Danny let us in and Ben raced ahead to the shower.

I sat on one of the leather couches and crossed a leg over the other.
"You wanna drink?" Danny asked, walking to the fridge.
"Hmm, you got any Jack Daniels in there?"
He chucked me a can and I caught it. "I'll be 10 minutes, I'm just gonna change."
I nodded and he disappeared.

A little while later, Sam, Cameron, Tessa and James came onto the bus.
"Where's everyone?" Sam asked.
"Danny is getting ready and Ben is showering." I explained. "Where were you?"
"Bring Me and Black Veil let us use their showers. We just gotta change." Cam explained.
"We saw the sign, Ben obviously sold his body for hygiene again." Sam stated.
"Yeah. It definitely wasn't a pretty sight."
They all chuckled, then went to dress while Tessa and I sat together. She poked my thigh.
"I love that tattoo. I didn't notice it when we getting ready. That mermaid, by the way, is a work of art." Tessa commented.
"Thank you! I designed it myself and it took about 4 sessions to complete. I always got called a mermaid when I was little so that's why I got it." I explained.

Ben came out as soon as I had finished my sentence. He was wearing a white Rolling Stones tank, black ripped skinny jeans and black boots. His hair was brushed away from his face and wavy from air drying. He came down and sat next to us.
"What are you two gossiping about?" Ben asked, throwing an arm around my shoulder.
"How small your penis is." Tessa rebutted quickly, relaxing back in her seat.
I was gobsmacked at her wit and Ben seemed surprised too.
"Oh as if you'd know." Ben scoffed, sipping back on a beer can in front of him.
"You'd be surprised." She mumbled under her breath.
The conversation ended abruptly and awkwardly. Something was wrong between the two of them but I decided to ignore it. Maybe I was overreacting.

Shortly after the awkward exchange, the rest of the band flooded the living area. James immediately flocked to Tessa and pressed his lips to hers. Asking Alexandria's crew entered the bus and promised to not make too much mess. Apparently, the crews were partying on the busses while the bands went out to party. Once everyone was rounded up, we stepped out of the bus and walked to the limo. Ben entered the limo first and I followed and sat next to him. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and placed his leg on top of mine. Danny squashed in next to me and the rest of the band piled in. The engine revved and we began to speed off to our destination. Cheap wine was passed around like a baton for us to drink out of. Danny was conducting a sing-a-long to the classic metal blaring throughout the limo. Suddenly, I felt Ben's hand crawl up my inner thigh. His fingers began to graze at the base of my underwear. Oh my god. In front of everyone? My eyes darted around the limo and nobody was watching us. My eyes met Ben's, his baby blues smouldering down at me. I chewed on my lip and smiled until he pulled his hand away.

We arrived at the Viper Room and we made a mad dash for the door. Seeing as we were VIPs, we were let in immediately. Ben dragged me to the bar with Danny in tow. The two boys took the only vacant seats, leaving me to stand.
Ben looked at me confusedly. "Why are you standing?"
"Because you two took the only seats!" I exclaimed.
Ben sighed. "Stop being silly." He outstretched his arms. "I am your seat."
I smiled and hopped onto his lap. He wrapped one arm tightly around my waist and spun us back toward the bar.
We ordered so many vodka shots to down in competition; I stopped counting at 6. I felt a little woozy but I was still normal. It must be dangerous having such a strong tolerance to alcohol. Ben, Danny and I were having a great time getting to know each other. I learned that Danny was a dog lover and is currently a recovering cocaine addict. He was such a sweet guy when it came down to it, but his douchebag façade was obviously in place to keep him from getting hurt.