Revelry (Taint #1)

by Carmen Jenner

  Zed launches himself onto the leather mattress beside Deb and folds his muscled arms behind his head, stretching out to his full height. His feet still hang off the end of the bed, but it’s a pretty big bed by all accounts. I imagine Ali stretched out across it, her red hair strewn over the soft matte leather as she comes with my mouth on her pussy and I fold my arms across my chest and grin. Then I turn and look at Levi and see that he’s more than likely thinking the same thing.

  And then I glance at Zed and notice him watching my sister. “Atwood, get off that bed with my fucking sister.”

  “I call dibs,” Deb says, and we all turn to glare at her. In true Deb fashion she remains unfazed.

  “No fucking way,” I say.

  “You can’t call dibs, Deb, you’re not even a band member,” Levi says.

  “Sorry, princess, but unless you’re planning on sleeping with all of us in a puppy pile, that’s not happening,” Zed says.

  “No one is sleeping anywhere with my sister,” I add, eyeing down every motherfucker in that room with a penis. Even Ash, who didn’t protest when Deb tried to lay claim to the bed. It’s the quiet ones you have to watch.

  “Hey, screw you,” Deb says to me. “I’m not the sibling who gets bitches pregnant. If anyone should be abstaining here it’s you. And Levi,” she adds, looking him over with disgust. “Quinn definitely doesn’t need to be adding to the gene pool.”

  “Yeah one awesome Quinn is enough … for now. But I’m all for practicing safe sex.”

  “Well I say we sort out some kind of roster,” Deb says. “Because I am not sleeping in one of those cramped little bunks when there’s a bed this big going unused.”

  “Who says it’s going to go unused?” I say.

  At the same time Levi says, “Oh, it will be used.”

  “She’s not sleeping with either of you,” Deb counters. “She already said as much.”

  Ash laughs. “You’re just sore that you didn’t win the bet.”

  Deb rolls her eyes. “Oh whatever. Nobody clarified that it was sexual intercourse. Technically, they did have relations.”

  “I jacked off into my hand on the plane too,” Levi lies down on the other side of Deb, and she shoves at his shoulder because apparently it’s too close for her liking. “Does that mean me and Mrs Palmer had relations?”

  “Shut up, nobody wants to hear about you jacking off, Levi.”

  “Actually, there is something I’ve always wondered,” Zed ventures.

  “I’m not gonna let you suck it, man. So quit asking.” Levi laughs.

  “Fuck you, cunt features,” Zed says. “Do you have more come than everyone else?”

  “Eww,” Deb protests.

  “I don’t know. How much come does everyone else have?”

  “Where the fuck do you get condoms, man?” I ask, because that’s something I’ve always wanted to know. I’m not huge, but like any guy I like to think I’m of ample length and girth, and an XL in most condom brands is really fucking tight on me. It’s not that I’m unhappy about it, but it’s the reason I have a one-year-old walking around. I can’t imagine trying to cover up a twelve-inch cock with one of those fuckers.

  He smirks. “I get ’em custom made.”

  “You’re kidding, right?”

  “Dude, I never joke about my cock.” He waggles his eyebrows at me, the light glinting off the spiked piercing through his brow. “You gonna back out now?”

  “In your fucking dreams. She wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for me,” I say, and then I cringe internally because I didn’t want any of them to know about that.

  “How the fuck do you figure that?”

  “Because she was one of my demands, remember?” I say, in an attempt to cover my stellar slip of the tongue.

  “Bullshit,” Deb says, and she sits up on the bed, smirking at me because I never could lie to her.

  I sigh. “Vanessa was going to fire Ali. She agreed to a probation period. They weren’t happy with Ali in that meeting. Harbour didn’t pay for her ticket—I did.”

  “What the fuck, man?” Levi says, sitting up too.

  “Just don’t tell her. She’ll be crushed if she finds out they were looking for a way to give her the boot.”

  “She’s going to find out eventually, dude,” Zed says. “And then she’s going to hate you for not being upfront with her.”

  “Just … let me do this my way. If she knew she was on such tenterhooks she never would have come.”

  “And you just couldn’t live with that, could you?” Deb says snidely.

  “Listen, I need you to go easy on her. She needs this opportunity. If she gets back and they fire her anyway, who the fuck cares? She’ll have been on the road with us for three months. At the end of that time she’ll have more experience than half of the idiots at that company. We’ll all vouch for her and she’ll be one step closer to the career she actually wants, instead of a coffee girl.”

  “Hey, I’m a personal assistant, remember?” Deb says.

  Levi just looks at her. “Have you ever gotten coffee a day in your life?”

  “Deb, you’re here because you’re family, and giving you a label gets Mum and Dad off your back when it comes to university and your career. Leif is family—we’d never leave him behind either, but he needed a better label to be able to come on tour with us than Zed’s drug dealer,” I say and Zed nods. “So he’s now part of the road crew. It doesn’t mean either of you actually work for us.”

  “But you pay me a wage,” Deb says.

  “You’re my sister. You’re as much a part of this band as the four of us are, but nobody is stupid enough to believe that you’d actually do anything we asked.”

  Debbie blows her fringe out of her eyes. “Please, you idiots would fall apart without me, and what is it with you and lost causes, Coop?”

  “Ali’s not a lost cause.”

  “Fine, whatever. Just don’t come crying to me when another redhead breaks your heart.” She shakes her head and slides off the mattress and starts exploring the cupboards in the room. “Fucking rangas.”

  Zed’s mouth twists, his eyebrows pull together, and he looks as if he’s contemplating something weighty, and then he says, “I still really wanna know how much come Levi has.”

  “Circle jerk?” Levi asks.

  “Fuck yes,” I say. “I could afford to blow off some fucking steam after that plane ride.”

  “We’re gonna need containers so we can see who blows the biggest load.”

  “Oh eww.” Deb says, her face twisted into a sneer. “Why couldn’t I stay on the roadie bus with Leif?”

  “You don’t wanna watch, Deb?” Zed asks.

  “Fuck no, she is not allowed to watch,” I say.

  “Oh, trust me, I really do not wanna watch that shit.” Deb dry retches, and I laugh as we all head for the kitchen. We pass Ali’s bunk on the way past and I think about waking her up to ask if she wants to come help me with this, but I figure it probably won’t go over so well, so I leave her for now. She’ll have plenty of time to become acquainted with my cock later.

  I wake with a start, certain that I’d just heard masculine groans of pleasure coming from somewhere on the bus. I close my eyes and snuggle farther down into the pillow but then I hear it again, and my eyes are wide open. I’m definitely not dreaming any more, Toto.

  What the hell?

  I peek out my curtain, but I can’t see anything. So I slide out of the bunk and glance up and down the aisle. When I don’t see anyone, I quietly pad to the curtain separating the middle of the bus from the kitchen and lounge area. Those are unmistakably the sounds of a man being pleasured. And yeah, I know I shouldn’t be looking, but come on—I’m on a bus with four hot rockers. Find me a girl who wouldn’t take a peek.

  I grab the corner of the curtain and I pull it back a ways. Levi’s naked back is angled toward me, his arse is hanging out of his jeans and the wings of the giant angel adorning his flesh seem to ripple, as the muscle
s in his shoulders bunch and tense. He throws his head back, working his fist furiously up and down his very large cock.

  I stare in mouth-gaping shock, unable to look away because … Hello! Hot rock star holding the giant sausage hostage.

  A groan from across the room draws my attention and I realise that, oddly, Levi’s not alone. I carefully try to pull the curtain wider, but it won’t budge. I’m not going to see anything that way, so I just open the curtain from the middle and I’m faced with Cooper’s lean, evenly muscled back. His feet are planted firmly against both sides of the aisle and his arse is hanging out of his jeans, in much the same way Levi’s is.

  Zed is across from the both of them, one leg planted on the floor, the other propped up on the couch, and he’s jerking off into a cup. I blink, not really knowing where to look, and wanting to leave but being so damn turned on I can’t make my feet budge.

  Someone groans again—at this point I’m not entirely sure who—and Coop grunts, “Dude shut the fuck up, you’re totally putting me off my game.”

  I laugh. “What the fuck are you guys doing?”

  That was really the wrong thing to ask, because all three of them turn in some way to face me. Levi’s body jerks and hot creamy semen spurts from the end of his cock, landing on the floor at my feet. Not just the floor, in actual fact, but my foot. His spunk is touching my actual flesh. Zed manages to paint the window with that shit, and Coop? Well, Cooper watches me as he comes, his eyes narrowed in on my tits, and then up to my seriously pissed off face—which for some reason brings out that smirk that I loathe so much—as semen spills from his cock and splatters on the floor, thankfully not near me. Not that it really matters, because right then the bus takes a sharp bend in the road and we all go flying. I grab onto the curtain, but it doesn’t stop me from falling. Face first. To the floor. To the floor that’s sticky with the semen of two members of the band Taint.

  “Oh. My. God!”

  “Are you okay?” When he gets his footing, Cooper rushes over to help me up, but I shove him away.

  “No. Do not touch me.”

  “Oh shit.” Levi laughs.

  I climb to my feet and Zed throws a tea towel at me. I hastily wipe my face clean, and then I glare at them.

  “Ali, I’m so sorry,” Cooper says, covering his mouth in an attempt to hide the smile.

  “You know that would be a whole lot more sincere if you weren’t laughing through it.”

  “Look, come angels.” Levi says pointing to the imprint of my face in the mess of come staining the floor. All three of them crack up, though I can tell they’re trying hard not to.

  “Please tell me there’s a shower on this bus?”

  “Right at the back, near the main bedroom.”

  I turn sharply and walk towards the back of the bus, only when I reach the back door I open it and find Deb stretched out and snacking on popcorn as she watches the Kardashians. She takes one look at me and bursts into peals of laughter. I close my eyes and suck in a deep breath through my nose.

  “Oh honey, you walked in on a circle jerk?” she asks in a condescending tone.

  “Fell into it is more like it.”

  “Is that come in your hair?”

  “Well, it’s not conditioner,” I say, my voice raised, my eyes round and crazy.

  “Oh my god.” She screws up her face with a revolted expression and says, “Whose come is it?”

  “That’s a really good question.” I don’t know why I feel the need to tell her this. Maybe it’s that whole female solidarity thing. Or maybe I’m just a way nicer person than she is, because I’m one hundred per cent certain that she wouldn’t be telling me if she were in the same situation, but I say, “You may want to avoid the cups in the kitchen from now on.”

  “Ew, they jacked off into cups? What the hell is wrong with them? Can you imagine how fucking weird it would be if we just went out there and started rubbing our vaginas all over everything and seeing who could come first?”

  “No, I really, really can’t.”

  What the hell did I just walk into? What is wrong with these men? Why did I have to open the fucking curtain? All of these questions run through my mind as I step beneath the spray of the tiny shower. I lather myself head to toe and relish the hot water through my hair until it runs cold. My shame is so great that I don’t want to ever leave this bathroom, but eventually I walk out with my head held high and I slip into my bunk before any of them can notice I’ve left the bathroom at all. I close my curtain and face the wall and allow the rocking of the bus to gently coax me into sleep.

  The bus wasn’t nearly as bad as I’d expected it to be. Travelling in cars had never bothered me, but planes, trains and elevators all made me feel as if the walls were closing in on me. It hadn’t been that way with the bus. In fact, I’d found enough distraction to keep me well and truly occupied for the first three hours.

  We stopped at a roadhouse for dinner, and I tentatively woke Ali once the others had disappeared off the bus. She was a lot more agreeable this time; I even got a sleepy smile that did stupid things to my stomach, things that I’d rather pass off as pangs of hunger. “What time is it?

  “Nine o clock. We stopped to refuel.”

  “Okay. I’m coming.” She runs a hand over her face, covertly trying to wipe the sleep from her eyes without being obvious about it. It’s cute.

  “About this afternoon … I’m really sorry,” I say, trying to get my cock to behave and sit the fuck down. It doesn’t help that her shirt riding up exposes her taut stomach, and her nipples form hard little peaks beneath the fabric.

  “The circle jerk?” She yawns and pulls her shirt back down and I meet her knowing gaze. “Yeah, that was enlightening.”

  “We don’t normally do that shit; there were extenuating circumstances at play.”

  She tilts her head to the side. “And what were they exactly?”

  “Zed wanted to see whether Levi produced more come than the rest of us.”

  “You’re serious?”

  “Yeah,” I say, because I thought that much was obvious. Do women never think about these things? I’m kind of surprised it took us this long to do it. And it’s weird that Ash didn’t join in.

  “What is wrong with you guys? You didn’t find that the slightest bit gay? Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I mean, if I hadn’t wound up wearing it, it might have been kinda hot to see you three get yourselves off, but last time I checked you were supposedly all completely hetero.”

  “We are. Jesus, there are a lot of things I’ll consider doing, but that’s not for me. I don’t know—we don’t see it that way. We’ve known one another since we were kids. Zed and I grew up together, Levi found us in high school, and Ash joined the band when we were eighteen and just out of high school. We’ve been on the road before; seeing each other’s cocks isn’t anything new to us.”

  “And neither is jerking your cocks in front of one another, apparently.”

  “No, that is kind of new. Normally there’s a groupie or two in front of us.”

  “Please, stop talking.”

  Jesus. Really, Ryan? Groupies? I can’t remember the last time I fucked a groupie. It was definitely after Holly left—I know that much because in the weeks after she left me, when I knew she was never coming back, I fucked my way through an entire concert hall worth of groupies. And I’m not proud of it, but I cried like a fucking baby every time I came. I was a fucking mess.

  Ali stretches in her bunk. She has a hell of a lot more room than me or the other guys on account of her being so little. I watch the way her back bows, her body stretching, T-shirt riding up her stomach and her tits jutting out. I have this fucking animalistic desire to press her back on the mattress, my hand splayed across her stomach and her eyes on me as I paint her body with my come. Again.

  Her eyes are on me, but I’m not sure it’s because she wants me to pin her to the bed and—

  “Stop looking at me like that.”

 
“Why?” I question quietly. She doesn’t answer, and I know why. It’s because she can’t without telling me that she wants me to do all of the things my eyes are promising. So instead she just glares at me. I hold her gaze a moment longer before my mouth tips up in a smirk.

  “And stop smirking at me. What is it with you guys and your fucking smirking?”

  “I didn’t know I was smirking.”

  “Well you are, and it’s unnerving, so stop it.”

  I hold my arms up in surrender and back away from the bed. “Well, I’d hate to unnerve you.”

  She slides out of the bunk and walks toward the front of the bus. I walk behind her, sweeping my gaze from her pert little arse to her back, her neck, and finally that mess of hair crowning her head. I snicker. “Your hair is a thing of beauty in the morning.”

  “It’s not morning.” She throws her hair into a messy bun on top of her head, securing it with an elastic she has wrapped around her wrist.

  “Well, it’s still a thing of beauty.”

  “And I suppose you wake with it all sexy and tousled? You just roll out of bed and run your long-fingered hands through it, and be on your way?”

  “Sounds like you’ve given a lot of thought to how I look when I wake, Ali-Cat.”

  “Oh, I have,” she admits, and she turns back to grin at me. “I wouldn’t read too much into it, though. I’ve also thought of fifty ways I could murder you in your sleep.”

  I stop walking. “Still, that’s fifty ways you were thinking about me.”

  We walk across the lot to a shoddy rundown old diner. When we enter, the bell above the door dings and several eyes turn to us. No one but the band seems remotely interested though. I breathe out a sigh of relief.

  The band and crew take up several booths around the diner. Levi watches us enter the room and I throw my arm around Ali’s shoulder as I guide her over to a booth that Ash is occupying. She flings my hand off and sits down beside Ash, so I can’t sit beside her without it being really awkward. I glance over at Levi, hoping he missed it, but he just smiles and sips his coffee. Arsehole.