The Drummer's Boy

Chapter 16. If I Can't Be Jealous, Than Why Can You

The room was filled with the music from Blondie, AC/DC, David Bowie, U2, & Bruce Springsteen. Dawn was dancing with a cigarette in her mouth, Sarah was on the bed, kissing some dude on a magazine cover, & Mo was currently using the bathroom.

George was dancing, bobbing his head to the music, just as Marilyn grabbed his arm & rushed him to the living room. He pushed George on the ground & took out the remnants of Cocaine.

Marilyn dumped the white powder on the floor & tossed George a piece of paper. He picked it up & started laughing. "What the hell am I supposed to do with this?"

Marilyn rolled his paper up & put it up to his nose. "Snorting Cocaine. Inhaling it with this piece of paper." He held up his paper for George to see. He then placed the end of it on the white powder & began to inhale (snort) it up his nose.

He pulled back & gave out a loud sigh. He shook his head & pointed to George. "Let's see you do it now."

George already rolled up his paper. He proceeded to do what he saw Marilyn do. George too, pulled back & sighed. The feeling was amazing.

Marilyn looked down at the powder. "Damn. We're going to need some more. You took a lot of that." But George wasn't paying attention to what Marilyn was saying at all.

Marilyn crawled over to George's side & placed a hand on his back. "Are you okay George?"

George laughed & lightly punched Marilyn in the arm. "I'm fine. I would feel even better if you kissed me though." He winked.

Marilyn laughed. "What? So you're over Jon now? That was fast."

George placed his finger on Marilyn's lips. "Shh... don't talk. Just, kiss me." He replaced his finger with his lips. Marilyn pulled George closer & he wrapped his legs around him. George leaned in & they rolled over on their sides.

Marilyn kissed George on his neck & sucked. George moaned. It was so wrong, but so right. He knew he should push Marilyn away, but, he enjoyed the pleasure his best friend was giving him.

George & Marilyn both took their shirts off. Marilyn kissed George's lips & then trailed down his body. George placed his hand on Marilyn's head & moaned. He was so close. So close to the spot he wanted to be touched. George spread his legs apart, slightly. Marilyn's mouth was on it. He proceeded to take George's pants off when somebody walked in. Not just anybody, but Jon, standing in the doorway, staring, absolutely mortified.

George pushed Marilyn away & instantly grabbed his shirt, pulling it over his head as fast as he could. He straightened up, feeling a little embarrassed that Jon had to witness him & Marilyn making out. He blushed. "What are you doing here Jon?"

Jon crossed his arms & stared down at George. "Well, I thought you knew that we had practice with the band tonight but from what I can see, you don't give a shit."

George rolled his eyes & stood up, wobbling a little. He had to grab the table & hold on to it, to keep from falling. "I was preoccupied. I didn't know. It's not like I didn't give a shit, because I do."

Marilyn ran over to George. He grabbed his waist to steady him. George smiled.

Jon, however, was not. He walked over to the both of them & punched Marilyn in the nose. The blood spurted out everywhere. Marilyn dabbed at his nose & gave Jon a pissed off look.

In a matter of seconds, Marilyn jumped on Jon & began to beat him up. Jon, of course, fought back. They repeatedly punched & kicked each other, & grabbed whatever they could find to hit the other with.

George jumped in between them. He held both of his hands out in front of them. "You two need to stop. Okay?" He looked over at Jon. "We don't have time for this. We need to leave."

Jon nodded & proceeded to grab George's arm when Marilyn leaned in to kiss George, on the lips. Jon held on to George's arm tightly & yanked him away from Marilyn.

Marilyn raced to the the door & blocked it to keep George & Jon from leaving. "You're not leaving yet."

Jon was in no mood for this whatsoever. "Move out of the way. We are running out of time. We need to meet up with the band NOW."

Marilyn shrugged & crossed his arms. "Not my problem. Let me finish kissing him or you're not going anywhere."

Jon snorted & cracked his knuckles in impatience. "A one night stand doesn't give you a right to make out with George."

Marilyn held his breath, clearly hurt by Jon's words. George wriggled out of Jon's grasp & rushed over to Marilyn's side. "I could say the same about you Jon. I'm sure you already had you're go at Barbara. Am I right?" It pained George to say this but he was only defending his best friend.

Jon rolled his eyes & raised his voice. "Don't make this about me George!"

By now, Dawn, Sarah, & Mo were standing in the other room, watching & listening to every word.

Marilyn laughed & grabbed George. He kissed him & unbuttoned George's pants, testing Jon. But well, Jon pretended that it didn't bother him. In fact, he wasn't even looking.

Nothing was even remotely close to being funny, but George laughed. "You know you don't have to tease me. I have no problem with you taking my clothes off."

This time, Jon took George's arm & pulled him back, away from Marilyn. The comment definitely impacted him. Jon glanced down at George's unbuttoned pants & blushed, just a little. "You could be a little considerate & button you're pants up now."

George gave a awkward laugh. "Maybe you could do the honors & button them for me." He attempted to kiss Jon on the cheek but Jon moved away.

He never turned around to see if George was following him as he walked out the door. "Fuck off George."

George was about to follow him but decided not to. He needed his space, George didn't doubt that Jon was disgusted with what happened today.

After all, George was disgusted with himself for letting it happen.