Dallon's POV
I lay in my bunk thinking about what happened earlier today. I had no idea that Brendon would react the way that he did, I mean I hoped but I never thought it would go my way.
After he left me in the dressing room, I rushed to the bus and hid in my bunk. He went to lunch with the others but since I was still hot about what happened I declined the invitation to come along in fear that someone would notice the tension.
I couldn't get his last remark in that dressing room out of my head, "I was watching you squirm, Dallon, you're being watched too, you know?" His voice echoed in my ears. It didn't take much time for me to realize I had a problem in my pants. Knowing that no one was on the bus or coming onto the bus for a while I decided to take care of it.
I went for a shower and quickly took my clothes off and got in. I stood there for a minute, just letting the water slide down my back. I closed my eyes and imagined what I was feeling was Brendon running his fingers down my back. I pictured him in here with me, unclothed and soaking wet. I felt myself twitch and my hand instantly grabbed a hold of myself. I stroked desperately, only wanting to feel the euphoria of my release. As I felt myself start to get close, I allowed myself to let out the moans I've been trying to keep quiet. I came and unexpectedly moaned Brendon's name louder than I wanted to.
I wrapped a towel around my waist and went for the door realizing I had forgotten my clothes. I opened the door to find a sweaty Brendon with a hand down his pants. I stared at him wide eyed, not really knowing what to do. In the blink of an eye, I felt my back hit the sink and Brendon's lips moved hungrily against mine. He forced his tongue into my mouth and brought my wrists up above my head holding them steadily in place. The pressure of his body on mine made a shiver go down my spine. He pulled away and looked into my eyes as if contemplating what to do next. He looked into the mirror behind me and said, "Fuck...", so softly I almost didn't catch it. He backed off of me still looking into the mirror and rushed out of the bathroom before I could even respond.
"Oops" was all that I could say. Why wasn't I more quiet?
