The Break - Chapter 30

Chapter 30 Almost immediately after Big Ron gave him the credit card, Ronnie excused himself. As soon as the bus door opened, he was hit with a wall of pot smoke. It only surprised him because he thought everyone was still on deck. Thinking about it, he hadn’t seen Pete and Chelsea around in well over an hour. “Jesus Christ.” Ronnie thought to himself. “Doesn’t he know we have to go through customs at the freaking border?” Quickly, Ronnie went to the bathroom and grabbed the spray bottle of Fabreeze that they kept for situations such as this. Pulling the trigger in rapid succession, he sprayed the air, couches cushions and the carpet. For a moment he considered going back and giving Pete a ration, but as he was returning the spray bottle to the bathroom. He heard Chelsea’s voice. “That’s it, Pete. Lick me.” Instead he grabbed his laptop and headed out the door. Not that he was interested in listening, but he didn’t want to be disturbed by anything when he was making the reservations. Unlike the rest of his band mates, Ronnie liked it to be quiet when he was concentrating on something. He didn’t like background noise or any type. When he was writing a song, he would go somewhere quiet with his acoustic guitar. Usually, he played very quietly as he sang softly. Since the wireless connection was good outside the bus as well, he took up a spot on the front bumper of the bus. Opening Firefox, he selected Priceline from his favorites. Wanting to make a request for a ticket from Denver to Vancouver for today, he was very distressed to find that you can’t get flight less than twenty-four hours in advance. “What are you doing?” Ronnie said out loud. Realizing he could afford it more than just a discounted ticket, he went to several airlines web sites. After a little checking, he found a non-stop flight that left Denver at 5:25 this afternoon arriving in Vancouver at 6:35. Without hesitation, he reserved a first class seat in the name of Annie Spivey. As he dialed her phone number, he felt butterflies in his stomach. She answered on the second ring. “Hey, Ronnie.” She said shyly, but her tone told him that she was happy he called. “How long will it take you to pack?” Ronnie asked. “Pack for what?” Annie asked completely taken aback. Now the tone of her voice made him feel insecure. Maybe he should have asked her before he made the reservations. “Well, I was hoping you would agree to come up to Vancouver and then hang out for a while.” He explained tentatively. “We have quite a road trip going and I’d really like it if you could be with us … uh …me.” “Road trip?” She asked not really understanding what he was talking about. “You know.” Ronnie said realizing all he had to do was explain it to her. “We talked about it last night. How I won’t be back in Denver for at least two months and that I can’t go that long without seeing you.” “But what about work?” Annie asked. She began to play with her hair, twisting a strand of her hair around her index finger. Without realizing that she did it, she crossed her legs and began nervously bouncing her upper leg at a very rapid pace. They had just had a very uncomfortable parting. He hadn’t even called for almost two weeks. Now after two phone calls, he was asking her to quit her job and join him on the road. “Fuck Appleby’s.” Ronnie said flatly. “What have they ever done for you? You can always get another job waiting tables when you get back. C’mon. It won’t cost you any money. Our hotels are all paid for. So is our food and alcohol. Plus, I got you a first class ticket for you.” “A first class ticket?” Annie asked very surprised. “And everything is paid for? But for how long?” “As long as you want.” Ronnie replied. “C’mon. You know you want to.” Annie thought for a moment. Indeed, she really did want to see him. But then it hit her. “Ronnie, if I agree to come up there.” She said. “How am I going to pay my rent?” “I can help you out.” Ronnie volunteered without hesitation. The long pause on the other end of the line made Ronnie wish he had waited or at least provided another alternative. Just as he was about to break the silence, he heard the answer he was waiting for. “Okay.” She said meekly. “Okay?” Ronnie asked. “Yes, but it will be a loan.” Annie continued. “Right, a loan.” Ronnie replied. Ronnie felt his heart surge. Annie occupied most of his off stage thoughts. Now she was going to come see him, it was the best he could have hoped for. Suddenly the awkwardness of the earlier part of the conversation evaporated. It was just them again. They talked freely for about ten minutes, when Ronnie had a thought. “So, your flight leaves at 5:15.” Ronnie said almost paternally. “You should be at the airport at least an hour early. You better get going.” “Okay, Ronnie.” Annie agreed in a goofy voice to mock her boyfriend. “Talk to you later.” “Uh…okay…” Ronnie hesitated and then he said it. “I love you. The words stunned Annie. She had longed to hear them for so long that when she actually heard them, she wasn’t sure what to say. “I love you, too.” She heard her voice say without hesitation. “Bye.” Ronnie said giddily. “See you soon.” “Bye.” Annie responded. As she hung up the phone, she saw that her hands were shaking. She was sure she loved Ronnie when she said it to him the first time. Was it only really three weeks ago? Seemed like much longer than that. When he didn’t respond, she felt her heart stop. It beat again for the first time when he said the words to her completely on his own. She hadn’t even had to go fishing for it. This was exactly what she had been looking for. It was nothing like she had ever felt before. She didn’t feel anything like when she was with Branton. In fact, she had spent most of her adult life not feeling anything at all. It had taken six years and Ronnie to rid her of the numbness that overtook her when she found out about Tony. Now, she felt happy. For the first time, she could remember she actually felt happy. As she was packing, Annie had an idea. Opening her purse, she counted the cash. She had almost five hundred dollars. Ronnie had chided her for keeping all her tips in her purse. But it was just one of her things. She had to have here money with her. Checking her watch, she determined that she had about thirty-five minutes to spare. Gathering her stuff, she exited her apartment and got in her car. Deliberately, she drove to the mall. Pulling in to the closest available spot, she hopped out of the car and moved as quickly as she could to the door. Once inside the mall, she went to the Fredrick’s of Hollywood. Immediately she was greeted by a sales person who listened some what disinterested as Annie explained the situation. Where she was going, why she was going, and how short she was on time. But when she mentioned that Ronnie had said “I love you” for the first time, she perked up instantly. Within a few moments, they located a few nice sets of lingerie and one very special item. Cheerfully, she paid for her purchases and hustled back to her car. As she drove to the airport, she felt as if she was floating. So deep was the spell, she was completely surprised by the airport. She couldn’t even remember driving at all. She parked at the close in lot as Ronnie suggested. It took her ten minutes to get to the first class counter. Initially, she was met with the snootiness common to people used to serving the elite. But when the gate agent found that she was a ticketed first class customer and not a stray that had entered her line mistakenly, her demeanor improved significantly. “Ms. Spivey.” The agent said sweetly. “You are seated in 2A and you will be departing from gate B33. They will begin boarding at approximately 4:55.” “Thanks.” Annie said ecstatically. Taking her boarding pass, Annie turned and skipped away from the counter. It felt so good, that she continued skipping all the way to the escalator oblivious to all the strange looks from just about everyone she passed. Not even the enormous line at security affected her mood. After twenty minutes, it was her turn to hand over her boarding pass. “Boarding pass and identification.” The TSA agent managed completely devoid of any humanness. “Sure.” Annie beamed as she handed over her travel documents. “And how are you today?” “Fine.” TSA managed with all the excitement of a fence post. “You know you could have gone to the first class line.” “But then I never would have had the pleasure of meeting you.” Annie said sincerely. “Line thirteen.” Was the response. Annie flew through the rest of the security process, bounded down the escalator and ran to make the train that was about to depart. Happily, she flopped down on the bench. As she did, she saw her reflection in the train window and saw that she had the biggest, goofiest smile she had ever seen on her face. “I’m going to see Ronnie.” She thought. “I am going to see Ronnie.” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Waiting for his chance, Ben finally saw Emily excuse herself and walk back into the passenger cabin. Summoning his courage, he walked over to Ass. “Eddie?” He asked meekly. “What’s wrong? Why are you doing this?” His eyes clouded over. Ass stood up and turned away from Ben without saying a word. Ben knew he had a choice. It would be easy to walk away and not face this now. But he wasn’t in the mood for that. He had given himself to Eddie and he had been rewarded by being cut out of his life. “C’mon Eddie.” Ben urged. “We have to talk about this.” “No we don’t.” Ass responded. “Yes, we do.” Ben demanded. Turning, Ass had a very nasty look on his face. “Fine. You wanna talk.” Ass hissed. “Let’s talk. I told you I’m not gay and you wouldn’t take that for an answer.” “Please.” Ben said. “It’s not about gay. It’s about us. You fucked me and you loved it. That’s the truth.” “No, I didn’t.” Ass snapped suddenly. “Excuse me?” Ben asked stunned. “I didn’t get off … I mean … It wasn’t … I didn’t like it.” Ass stated very unconvincingly. Ben stared at Ass. For the first time Ben could remember, Ass was unable to look him in the eye. “Oh, I get it.” Ben said sarcastically. “You don’t wanna be “gay” Ben made the quote marks in the air with his fingers when he said gay. “So, you see Miss big tits and figure “These big tits will convince me that I like women.”” Ben accused. “Look, I know you like woman, but you love me and you know it. Maybe you can’t fuck me again and that’s cool with me. Fuck all the woman you like, just don’t treat me like a piece of shit.” It seemed as if was the longest statement Ben had made in his entire life. Ass still had his head hung down, but Ben knew he was getting through. “C’mon Eddie.” Ben pled. “Please, don’t throw away what we have. Don’t shut me out. We have something great here and I want to keep it going.” “Really?” Ass asked as he lifted his head and looked at Ben. “Yeah.” Ben said as his eyes softened. “So you don’t mind if I’m with women?” Ass asked. Pausing for a moment, Ben thought about how he wanted to phrase it what he needed to say. “No, I don’t mind if you are with woman.” He stated. “But I am going to be with guys. He anticipated what Ass was thinking and continued quickly. “Just blow jobs, no fucking.” Ben said. “And even though I haven’t had sex … other than … well … Anyway, I still get tested every three months, so it’ll be cool – all right.” “Sure, I guess.” Ass replied. Shifting uncomfortably, Ass was a little upset with himself that he hadn’t even thought about the risk of HIV when they did it. Trying to sort it all out in his head, he didn’t notice Ben leaning towards him. Before he knew it, Ben kissed him gently on the lips. Ass responded fully. He knew Ben was right, they did have something very special. If they could work through this, it might be an amazing relationship. “Uh…am I interrupting?” Emily asked. “Are you two, like together?” “Kinda.” Ass replied. “Cool.” Emily said in a sex tone. “I’d like to see two dicks in action.” Both men turned and looked at each other, stunned. Then they looked back at Emily. She was smiling. They looked at each other again. Once again, they turn to look at Emily. “What?” She asked. “Can’t a girl have a dream?” “Yeah.” Ass said. “But, he’s not into girls and I … uh .. it’s complicated. “Well, you can explain it to me.” Emily said cheerfully. “We have another hour on this boat. Shall we?” She turned around and walked back into the passenger area and sat down at one of the booths. Not knowing what else to do, they followed and slide in on the opposite side of the booth. “So, you guys fuck, huh?” She asked. “Jesus, you always so direct?” Ass asked. “Uh…yeah.” Emily replied. “How do think I got here? I showed these to Pete.” Grabbing both her breasts, she violently shook them up and down to emphasize her point. When she stopped, she adjusted the under wire under each breast and then she adjusted her bra straps. “Good point.” Ass said. “Well, we have done it once.” “Once?” Emily asked surprised. “Aren’t you guys? I thought gay guys did it all the time.” “That’s kinda the thing. Ben’s gay, I’m not.” Ass said. “Huh?” Emily asked. “Not gay, just fuck guys?” “Guy.” Ass corrected. “And no, I am not gay. If you recall, I kinda rocked your world last night.” Ben frowned slightly at the statement. He knew that he had told Ass he could be with women, but he didn’t necessarily want to see or hear about it. He really didn’t want to hear Ass say “I’m not gay” ever again. But he was just going to have to get used to hearing it. “That’s true.” After a moment for composure, Ass relayed the story to Emily. He told her about being on the road and sharing a room while Pete and Ronnie always had their own. When he told her about how Ben had confronted him, she turned to Ben. “So, you do talk.” She stated. “I have been known to make a few utterances.” Ben responded. “Silky.” Emily responded. Hearing those words, Ass felt confused. Last night, he asked her how it was and she had replied that it was silky. “Silky?” Ass asked indignantly. “Oh, I always say that when I think some thing is cool.” Emily explained. “And I believe last night I said “very silky”.” Ass made a clicking sound and pointed at Emily. The both smiled. Ben thought he might vomit. Not really, but puking would be better than ever seeing that little exchange again. Then it came to the sex. Ass tried to skim over it, but Emily wanted every detail. “So, you’re fucking him.” Emily said. Her voice was a little louder than either of them considered an acceptable level. Neither could keep the look of disapproval from their face. “Ooops, sorry. I’m a little loud when I get excited.” She apologized as she reached out, touched Ass’ hand and winked. “Like I have to tell you.” Ben rolled his eyes, but Emily didn’t notice because she was gazing intently at Ass. “So, you’re fucking him.” She said softly. This time she leaned over the table toward them to keep the conversation a little more quiet. As she did so, she rested her enormous breasts on the table. Ben would have been a little irritated to see how Ass was staring at them. But he couldn’t see Ass’ face because he was staring at them as well. Not because they excited him, he was simply transfixed by their enormity. Not that he noticed womens' breats frequently, but he was pretty sure they were the largest he could recall seeing. Other than the fact he noticed, the other surprising part about her breast were that they were connected to a woman as small as Emily. “And then you reach around and grab his dick and squeeze it.” She continued. “Isn’t it great?” “What?” Ass asked. “Squeezing a dick til it comes.” She said with a little giggle. The question slammed into Ass like a ton of dicks. He had spent the better part of two days forcing himself not to think about what they had done and now he was being questioned about it. Sensing that Ass was having a little difficulty with the conversation, Ben thought he should answer a few of the questions. “Yeah.” Ben responded. “But prolly not as great for us as it is for you, since we have our own. We been squeezing dicks till they come daily since we were like twelve. Huh, Eddie.” That got a laugh and it brought Ass back into the conversation. “That is true.” Ass added. “I have squeezed my own frequently. But I have to admit, squeezing that outta you was pretty cool. Way different than mine.” Ben couldn’t believe his ears. How was it that this woman that they had only known for what, a day, possibly get Ass to bare his soul like this. “How was it different?” Emily asked. “Well, first it was much smaller.” Ass quipped. Emily laughed, Ben did not. At least, Ben didn’t laugh as hard as Emily. Ass saw the look that every man does when you joke about the size of his penis. “Dude, joke.” Ass said. “You have a great dick. Did I just say that?” “Busted.” Emily said. There was a break in the conversation as the two men looked at each other. They shared a moment and turned back to their interrogator. “And?” Emily continued. “It’s like with your own dick, you expect the come cause you feel it.” Ass continued explaining “But when Ben came, it was a surprise how much I could feel it going through.” “Did it turn you on?” Emily asked. “Made me come.” Ass responded. “Did you slip me some fucking truth serum? Why am I telling you this?” “Maybe you’re telling Ben.” Emily responded. “Who cares keep talking.” “That’s about it.” Ass said. “I finished and then I left.” Emily was flabbergasted. It seemed as if she was actually speechless. But it didn’t take long for her to regain her composure. “You came and went?” She asked indignantly. “Fuckin’ men.” “I hear ya sister.” Ben said. He held up his right hand half way acrros the table where it was met with a vigorous high-five from Emily. “You should be ashamed.” Emily said. “I am.” Ass said. Once again, there was an uncomfortable pause. Once again it was shattered by a completely inappropriate question from Emily. “Could I watch you guys do it?” She asked. “What?” Ass asked completely shocked. “This conversation, the whole thought of two guys together really makes me horny.” “Really?” The men asked simultaneously. “I’m like so wet right now.” Emily continued. After a moment of hesitation, Ass decided what he was going to say. “Well, not sure we’re actually going to do it again.” He said. “For a while anyway.” “Are you crazy, boy.” Emily asked. “After what you just described to me? You don’t want to do that again?” <<< Chapter 29 Technorati Tags: Fiction, Online Book, Chapter, Rebeleyeball, Paul Gavin IceRocket Tags: Fiction, Blook, Chapter, rebeleyeball Copyright (c) 2006 Paul Gavin. All rights reserved.