Hidden Desires

Matt's POV:

Tour day was finally here. Allie couldn't get time off from her job to come with us. On the bright side there's a lot more for her to look forward to when I come home this time around.

Our lips meet. We kiss until one of the guys has to drag me away. I promise Allie I'll keep in touch then I'm on the bus the door closing behind me.

Allie stands out side waving as the bus drives off. It sucks leaving Allie home. I'm sure the guys are relieved she's not coming.

The guys are all single. I know that they wouldn't feel comfortable bringing girls back to the bus with Allie on board.

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It's time for the last song of the night. The crowd has been going ape shit. Aside from Johnny almost slipping because he's already had too much to drink the show has been great.

"Are you motherfuckers ready for the last song of the night?" I question.

They yell back that they're ready. The blood curdling scream fills the air. Before long it's time for the solo.

My eyes stray to Syn's fingers blazing over the guitar. I can easily picture those fingers on... Shaking my head I remind myself I'm on stage.

Bringing the microphone back up to my lips. The lyrics flow from my mouth. The song quickly congress to an end.

We exit the stage. All of us are pumped. Some body suggests we go celebrate. Everyone agrees.

It's the early hours of the morning when we all stumble our way back to the bus. Johnny and Jimmy end up curled into each other passed out on the floor in between the bunks.

Brian barely makes it to his bunk before he's passing out too. I decide to grab a water. Hopefully the water will help lessen the hangover I'll have when I wake up later. Zacky chooses to join me. We sit on the couch.

My dick was throbbing in my jeans. I would sometimes get a boner while performing. Of course the guys ragged on me for it every single time.

They were all lucky. If they got hard on stage nobody would ever know. Each of them had something to hide it. I'm the singer a microphone stand doesn't cover a boner. At least not mine any way.

Suddenly there's denim under my hand. It travels up higher. Then there's a large bulge beneath it.

"What the fuck?" Zacky questions shooting up off the couch.

He motions to the back. Zacky tells me he's going to bed. Also that he'll see me in the morning.

I hadn't meant to do that. But that did not mean that I didn't want more. Maybe a chance to do it again.

Notes

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