Life On Tour (Peterick Sequel)

Breakfast Bunch

*Sorry it's so short, the next update will be longer*

Everyone decided to meet together for the continental breakfast that next morning. Erica, Hayley, and Lolo were the first ones down, which made sense for the fact they roomed together.

Pete and I were next, followed by David, Søren, and Louis, who were a little rowdy.

"Boys!" The hotel employee half-yelled to the three. They froze and turned their heads to the man that stopped them. "You need to tone it down a bit please."

Jeremy and Taylor came around seconds after, holding in their laughter at the scene before them. They received a few punches on their arms before taking their seats. Joe and Andy hobbled down a few minutes later.

We all went up to the small buffet that the hotel offered and grabbed monstrous amounts of hot-and-ready food that we never get to see while on the buses.

The group scrambled back to the large table, one after the other and dug right in. All around me was the aroma of eggs, bacon, oatmeal, pancakes, biscuits, gravy, and more types of fruit than I could count.

The table was quiet for quite a while, since everyone was enjoying the rare meal. Søren was the first to speak up, starting the small talk as we sipped our coffee and orange juice.

"So how was everyone's night? Sleep well?" There were a few hums and nods, confirming the good stay. Pete looked over at me and winked across the table, making my face turn a deep red at the indication of the previous night. Hayley must've caught the "conversation" between us because she choked on a bit of her omelette and snickered at my embarrassment. Erica caught on and hid her face in her hands

"Yeah, everything was good for us," Taylor answered, oblivious to my fiery face and the snickering people before me. Soon enough, everyone was smiling and laughing into their drinks.

"What's so funny? I don't get it!" I said to them all even cracking a grin myself.

"I'm just laughing because everyone is! I have no idea what is going on!" Louis admitted, earnings a some agreeing praises from a few others around the table.

"Well you see..." Pete started before I cut him off.

"Pete! Hayley and Erica knowing is enough," I told him, hoping he'd stop there.

"Actually, Hayley and Erica knowing is too much!" Erica corrected, giggling when Pete winked at her.

After we all finished breakfast, we decided to split off into our rooms again for the remainder of the morning. Pete and I trailed behind, hands intertwined and my whispers echoing through the half empty hallway.

"So what was that all about?" I asked. "Do you have some desire to let our entire tour know about our sex life or something?" He laughed.

"No, not like that. I just want them to know your mine." He leaned over and left a wet, sloppy kiss on my cheek.

"Well I think they all realize that," I stated, since it was obvious. "It's not like they need to be 'updated' on when you fuck me." I chuckled and Pete joined along with me.

We reached our room door and I pulled out the electric card key from my pocket. I put it in the slot, turn the handle, and stepped in with Pete, closing it softly behind me. I was in the room for less than two seconds before Pete slammed my body up against the back of the door. I couldn't help but squeak at the sudden contact and the heat of his face that was right up against mine.

"If I can't tell people your mine, I might as well show them." He put his face my neck, biting and sucking at the skin. I squeaked again, thankful for his weight keeping me on the wall because my knees could barely hold my body up.

I tilted my head, exposing more skin for his teeth and tongue. My hands found their way to his hips, and Pete bit down harder causing me to moan out and clench his waist.

He pulled away and licked his lips, then kissed me, quickly but forcefully. He broke the kiss and walked off and flopped onto the bed, like nothing had ever happened.

I stood there, still stunned against the wall as he grab the remote and flipped on the TV, surfing through the channels. I peeled myself off the door and walked over to the mirror that hung on the wall.

I pulled the color of my shirt down a little bit and admiring the newly purple marks, a smirk washing over my face.

"Is that better?" Pete asked, pulling me closer once I lay down on the bed with him.

"Yes, it's perfect." I snuggled in my face into his neck and he protectively put his arm around my waist. My stomach still got a fluffy feeling every time he did that. It's hard to believe that I would lose it.