Sorry about the delay on Unexpected and Playmash.com...I'm working on them, but it's been a little crazy lately.

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This story is probably going to be 2-4 parts. I hope you like it!

One

When the other guys asked if I would stay on their bus during this tour, I was hesitant. Though Sam and Draven would not be joining us this time around, I had grown to like the privacy afforded to me by having my own bus. Truthfully, I only said yes to please them. I didn’t feel like having five angry band members on my case all tour long.

I could see where they were coming from though. It’s easy to assume that I’m just the spoiled rock star singer. I admit, sometimes I can be self-centered. Actually, more like all the time. I think when I first started using my own tour bus they felt hurt, like I thought I was too good for them. I understand their feelings. If it were Mike, or any of the others, I probably would have felt the same way.

Getting used to living in cramped quarters with the guys again took me awhile. It seemed like every little thing annoyed me at first, like how Brad would sleep halfway hanging out of his bunk and had a tendency to end up on the floor in the middle of the night or how Phoenix left the video games out, leaving everyone else to trip over the wires.

The worst part was trying to fall asleep at night. Someone always seems to be making some sort of noise, whether it is snoring or just getting up in the middle of the night. I usually woke up two or three times a night due to this. I’m a very light sleeper and it didn’t surprise me at all when I heard someone climb out of their bunk, feet hitting the ground with a loud thud. I groaned, pulling my blankets tighter around me as I rolled over and closed my eyes in a vain attempt to fall asleep once more.

My eyes fluttered open as I heard someone walking by my bunk, obviously headed to the back lounge and closing the door quietly. A bit puzzled, I sat up, rubbing my eyes. Well if I can’t sleep, at least I’ll have some company. I throw the covers off of my body, swinging my legs around to climb out of my bunk. I stand up a bit too fast, bracing myself as I feel a bit dizzy. As I adjust, I move back toward the lounge. The door was just barely closed and a sliver of light splashed into the hallway. My hand freezes as I grab the doorknob and I press up against the door, listening carefully. I definitely heard moaning.

I turn back toward the bunks, looking to see whose curtain is open. My eyes stop on one of the top bunks. Rob’s.

Grinning, I turn back to the door. I have to see this.

Everyone knows I like both men and women. All my band mates know this and they’re cool with it. They even let me joke around with them and pretend to be my gay lover. Sometimes I’m not just pretending though. I definitely find some of them attractive. And I tell them so, even if they do think it’s a joke.

Rob is attractive. I just can’t take my eyes off him sometimes. He’s so gorgeous and he doesn’t even realize it. I love watching him practice. Seeing the intensity he puts into his playing just makes him that much hotter.

He’s my favorite to joke around with. I’ll go up to him and say “Rob! You’re soooo hot!” and he’ll start blushing and laughing nervously. It’s cute. There are no other ways to describe it.

Turning my attention back to the door, I slowly turn the doorknob, closing my eyes tightly and praying it does not make a sound.

God hates me.

The door creaks as it opens an inch more and Rob’s moans immediately cease. My eyes are still shut as I stand frozen, obviously caught as I hear him moving toward the door. I briefly contemplate making a dash for my bunk, but I know I will not make it in time.

My breath catches as the door swings open, my eyes flying open to meet Rob’s as he stands in the doorway.

“Uh, hey Rob...”

Rob’s gaze falls toward the floor, his cheeks becoming more flushed in his embarrassment.

“Chester.”

“Look, I, uh, didn’t mean to walk in one you. I just, uh, heard you get up and, um, I just thought, you know...”

“It’s okay, Chester.”

Rob is still staring at the ground. I can’t help but smile in amusement. He looks like a little boy who has just been caught doing something he shouldn’t have.

“Don’t be so embarrassed. We all do it.”

“Yeah, you just don’t get caught by a friend...”

“Is that what you’re worried about? It’s not like I’m going to tell anyone. It’ll be our secret.”

Moving closer to him, I decide to seize this moment and act on my attraction. I straddle his lap, leaving enough space in between our bodies so I am able to take his erection into my hand and stroke slowly. He leans back, a confused look on his face.

“Chester, what are you doing?”

With my free hand I grasp the back of his neck, holding his head still as I kiss along his jaw.

“Chester!”

He pulls my arm away from his neck, staring into my eyes and breathing hard. My other hand is still on him, the speed increasing ever so slightly.

“What are you doing?”

I smile before pressing my lips against his in a quick kiss. He doesn’t kiss back, still unsure of the situation.

“Relax, Rob. I have a proposal for you...”

“A proposal?”

“Yes. I propose that if I help you out, then you could help me out.”

“Help me out?”

I smile, tugging on his erection.

“Yeah.”

He still looks confused and I sigh.

“Look, I’ll suck you off if you’ll suck me off.”

Realization comes over his face as he finally understands what I’m talking about, but he still looks unsure.

“I’m not gay.”

“So? I’m not either, just horny. And I know you are too.”

“That doesn’t mean I want to suck your dick. I’m sure you could find plenty of girls who would though.”

I release my grip on him and slide off his lap so I’m sitting next to him, a frown on my face.

“I can’t cheat on Sam...”

“Well, wouldn’t you be doing that if I gave you a blowjob?”

“No.”

“No?”

“She doesn’t think it’s cheating if it’s a guy. She thinks it’s hot.”

Rob stands up, looking skeptical, and quickly grabs his boxers to slip them back on. I take his hand.

“Please?”

“Chester...”

“Come on, Rob. It’s not as bad as you think. I won’t tell anyone. Please!?”

He sighs, turning to walk back to his bunk.

“I’ll think about it.”