Jack

I woke up the morning with a headache. I stumbled to the front of the bus, pulling all the blinds closed as I got into the front room. I looked over at Matt who was texting on his phone, I assumed while his girlfriend was still asleep.

"Where are we," I asked quietly.

He handed me a water bottle and the bottle of aspirin. He finished up his text and looked up at me.

"You don't know where we are? We're in your home," he laughed.

"San Diego?"

"No, where you live now."

"Oh Baltimore."

"Yeah dweeb. You happy?"

"Eh not really. I don't actually know why I live here but it's a nice place."

"Strange. As long as you like it."

I sat there, playing with water bottle in my hands. I looked around at the darkened bus and sighed. I got up an made a cup of coffee. I liked how quiet it was currently, it helped with my hangover. I collected the cup and sat there, sipping it carefully.

"You alright Jacko," Matt asked.

"I guess, just have a lot on my mind," I sighed.

That wasn't a lie. I had so much on my mind, that I couldn't understand even the simplest of things. I decided that sitting here wasn't going to help anything. There was a bar close by. Zack lived close by.

The reason Zack had moved to Baltimore was because Stephanie was working as an English teacher at a high school around here. He was proud at her for chasing her dreams and wanting to be there for teenagers. I think we all were a little proud of her. Zack worked as a personal trainer which was no surprise by any means.

I got off the bus, sweats pants still hanging low on my waist. I didn't have a shirt on as I walked towards the apartment where Zack lived. I wanted some meaningless sex and girls just didn't feel right.

I knocked on the door, looking down at the ground. I wasn't proud considering I was about to beg a grown man for sex. Had I hit the furthest down point in my life? The answer is yes, I hit my rock-bottom.

"Yes Jack," Zack asked, opening the door.

"Are you home alone," I asked.

He pulled me into the apartment. I took that as a yes. Zack was dressed very similarly to me. He stared at me as I was pressed against the door by my own desire. I stared at him through my eyelashes. He was shorter than me but I was desperate to attempt to seduce him.

"Beg for me," Zack purred.

"I need you Zack, please," I begged.

He attached his lips to mine, pulling my over to the couch. He threw me down and started nibbling at my neck. Something told me we didn't have long. He pulled my pants down in one swift motion and I wasn't wearing boxers making it easier. He reached into the drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube. He covered three fingers and pushed two into me immediately.

I moaned as he pressed his finger tips to that special place. He pushed the third finger in and was pumping them quickly in and out of me. It felt so good, I felt so alive. He removed his fingers and I groaned, missing the lose of touch.

"Please, I need you," I begged.

He removed his pants and covered his length. He pushed inside me slowly, me quickly adjusting to his size. I moaned loudly as he continued to hit the one spot that I most wanted him to. He came inside me quickly, me following shortly after.

"Good Jack, how are you still so tight after all of this," he asked.

"Dunno," I said as I stood up.

I picked up my sweat pants and left the apartment. My ass and lower back hurt but it wasn't anything unbearable. I walked back to the bus and quickly boarded it. I grabbed my clothes and baby wipes. I walked into the bathroom, wiping myself down with the baby wipes. I got dressed and walked out of the bathroom.

"When do we go on," I asked Jimmy, who was leaning over the kitchen sink.

"Thirty minutes, you were gone for a pretty long time, where'd you go," he asked.

"To see a friend."

"I think you did more than see a friend."

"Whatever Jimmy, I know what I was doing when I left."

"Taking it up the ass?"

"You're so glad we're friends."

I walked into the venue, showing the guard my pass as I walked in. I picked up my purple guitar and began strumming it. I just wanted the music an nothing else. I knew the show was going to go well. It usually did and I had no doubts about tonight. I saw the band come up behind me and I smiled to them.

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"Thank you and goodnight," Syn and Matt said at the same time.

We walked backstage, Syn, Johnny and I were packing up our guitars while the drum tech (who's name I've forgotten) was helping Jimmy pack up his drums. Once we were done we were discussing what we were going to do tonight.

"There's a bar nearby, drinks'll be on me," I said.

"Sounds like a plan," Johnny said.

We all walked to the bar, the really nice one that I liked a lot. Once we got I handed my debit card to the bartender, who knew me well and that was the beginning of our party. I looked over at the edge of the bar with a caramel haired ghost sitting there. I walked to him.

"Alex," I whispered.

Notes

I hope y'all like this, there's some smut and the return of Alex. But, why is he alone at a bar?

Leave a comment and rate if you enjoy :)

- Jess