A Cure for Loneliness

Disclaimer: In short, not real, never happened.
Notes: In part inspired by Auf Achse [on the axle] by the band, the alternative title being Truck Stop. Eleanor is Alex’s girlfriend, feel free to be jealous. I don’t like this at all, there I said it. I proofread for any emberrasing typos and sentences that never end.

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It was not as fun on the road as one would imagine. Oh, sure, the gigs were fantastic; the shows were pure energy, flashing like a heartbeat with the strobe lights.

For Alex the stretch of time between each show presented a bit of a problem. It gave him time to dwell that Eleanor was not with him and that he felt just a little lonely sleeping alone as their tour bus rolled along.

Silently, he recounted in his head what he could do to take up the time, to take his mind off the things he could not have.

Staring absently at the ceiling of the bus, lulled by the smooth motion and the hum of the engine, Alex heard a soft rustle of bed covers as Nick shifted in the bed opposite his.

Alex’s eyes widened as a thought dawned on him. Shaking his head, he tried to dislodge it, but it refused to leave. Mind dwelling on it, Alex quickly turned away and glared at a blank wall. The thought persisted.

Trying to think logically, he sought the positives and negatives of the situation. What’s the worst that could happen? He says no. You’ll never know until you try, his mind sang.

Gathering resolve, Alex rose to wake his bandmate from peaceful repose. Climbing onto the bed, Alex pressed against Nick’s back, fingers carefully playing over the relaxed face, willing Nick to awake.

Grunting, Nick shifted and, with a start, opened his eyes when he pressed right against a warm body. Mouth opening in surprise, he scooted back, sitting up. Alex followed suite.

Still disoriented and not yet completely awake, Nick spoke in a whisper, “What are you doing in my bed?”

Leaning forward to press a quick kiss to the slightly parted , Al, Alex replied, “I’m cold and your bed was inviting and warm,” another kiss, “and you’re so warm.”

Pressing his cheek to Nicks’, Alex breathed in the balmy air, feeling more content already. He pulled at Nick’s shoulder urgently, laying them down side by side. They lay like so, slowly drifting back to sleep.

When Nick wrapped his arms around Alex unconsciously, he also pressed against Alex’s hip. Alex came wide awake, his knee sliding up to slightly rub against the hot swell burning through the thin cloth of his nightclothes.

Sighing, Alex buried his face in the crook of the damp neck, pressing close-lipped kisses there, feeling the heartbeat press back against his lips. In response, Nick edged closer to him, pushing up against Alex’s knee.

Lips curling into a smile, Alex decided to be bold. Have an adventure. Help a friend in need.

Hands sought under the thin tee-shirt, lightly dancing across warm flesh. Worming his way down, Alex blew warm air across his exposed belly.

Nick wove his fingers into Alex’s silky soft hair, fingertips massaging the scalp, encouraging Alex to continue. It might feel awkward in the morning, but right at that moment, nothing could feel righter.

The light graze of moist lips against the front of his shorts made Nick feel lightheaded. Gripping Alex’s hair tighter, he lifted his hips up in plea.

Running soothing hands over clothed thighs, Alex started to slide the bottoms off, the cloth dragging sensuously and oh-so-tantalizingly against inflamed skin.

Propping himself up on one forearm, Alex bent his head and swiped his tongue across the salty head. Wrapping his lips around the hot flesh, he slid his head down, wincing as the hold on his hair pulled painfully.

As Nick gasped soundlessly, mouth open to release stunted puffs of air, Alex slipped his free and into the band of his pajama bottoms and with quick, deft tugs brought himself to completion.

Trembling with the strain and senses clouded by pleasure, Alex moaned around the cock in his mouth. Groaning hoarsely, Nick brought the back of his hand up to cover his eyes as he filled Alex’s mouth with his seed.

Slightly out of breath, sweaty and sticky, Alex crept up on his knees and pressed one more kiss, this one to Nick’s proffered cheek.

Content, he quietly made his way back to his bed, feeling sated and much less alone.

End