A Story of Mike and His Incredible Pants., chapter 3
They stepped out of the breeze way together and towards their tourbusses. Mike tried to pull away to go to his own, but Tre kept hold of him.
"Uhm... Tre. I think I should be going now, don't you think?"
Tre smirked and kept on walking, arm tightly around Mike's waist. Mike tried to pull away, but Tre's grip never loosened. Tre threw Mike inside of his tourbus, closing and locking the door behind him. Mike pulled himself up from the floor, Tre edging towards him.
"Tre... What are you doing?!" Tre pushed him into a bunk, climbing in on top of him. Tre pinned Mike down by the shoulder, pressing his lips roughly against Mike's. Mike struggled for a minute, keeping his lips tightly pursed.
"Err... Tre! Gerroff!" Mike shoved him off, sending his thudding on to the floor. "What the HELL are you thinking?!" Tre sits up, rubbing the side of his head.
He flushes a bright red, and shot from the bus. Mike sat there, wondering what the hell had happened for a few hours until he figured he shouldn't be there in case Tre came back. He didn't want to get causght in some kind of trouble like that. It could get awkward.
He walked slowly outside towards his bus, crisp night air of this Oklahoma city they happened to be playing in, nipping at his bare arms. Mike stepped into his bus, looking around to make sure the close was clear. He knew things wuold be really awkward the next day.
*
Mike woke up early, still wearing the same clothes as he had the night before. He didn't bother checking himself, he just got up, EVEN without his coffee! He left the bus, and rushed to Billie's bus to tell him what Tre had done to him.
Mike burst in there without knocking, finding Billie in his bunk and shook him away. Billie tried to swipe him away, but missed and jsut rolled over.
"Billie, wake up! Dammit, you!" Mike shook him a few more times until Billie groaned sitting up in the bunk.
"What?!" He asked, wiping his eyes sleepily with the back of his hand.
"It's Tre, he's acting weird." Billie looked at him. He needed a good shave.
"He... Last night after the show... He did some things..."
A curious look crossed Billie's face. "Like what?" He shifted in the bunk to listen to Mike better. Mike sat down next to him.
"He... He kissed me... In his bus, and nearly wouldn't let me go..."
"Really now?"
"Yes! And I finally got him off me and then he just left... Like he was angry or something. I don't know what to do! I'm not... Does that mean I'm gay?"
Billie just stared off into the distance, thinking about something. Mike waved a hand infront of his face, getting his attention again.
"Billie! Pay attention! I'm fucking serious!"
"So he finally did it then?"
"Did what?"
"He finally told you that he loves you?"
"WHAT?!"
"No, calm down... He didn't tell you he loves you?"
"NO! HE JUST KISSED ME! AND HE TRIED TO TAKE OFF MY CLOTHES! HE LOVES ME?!?!?"
"Mike.. Fucking calm down, man!" Mike tried breathing, and coutned to ten before talk again in a more calmer tone.
"He... So, he loves me?"
"... Yes, yes he does. Alot. He still hasn't actually told you though? I thought he would have..."
"No, he hasn't. Things are really screwed up now. I don't think I'll be able to look at him the same way ever again..."
"Uhm... Tre. I think I should be going now, don't you think?"
Tre smirked and kept on walking, arm tightly around Mike's waist. Mike tried to pull away, but Tre's grip never loosened. Tre threw Mike inside of his tourbus, closing and locking the door behind him. Mike pulled himself up from the floor, Tre edging towards him.
"Tre... What are you doing?!" Tre pushed him into a bunk, climbing in on top of him. Tre pinned Mike down by the shoulder, pressing his lips roughly against Mike's. Mike struggled for a minute, keeping his lips tightly pursed.
"Err... Tre! Gerroff!" Mike shoved him off, sending his thudding on to the floor. "What the HELL are you thinking?!" Tre sits up, rubbing the side of his head.
He flushes a bright red, and shot from the bus. Mike sat there, wondering what the hell had happened for a few hours until he figured he shouldn't be there in case Tre came back. He didn't want to get causght in some kind of trouble like that. It could get awkward.
He walked slowly outside towards his bus, crisp night air of this Oklahoma city they happened to be playing in, nipping at his bare arms. Mike stepped into his bus, looking around to make sure the close was clear. He knew things wuold be really awkward the next day.
*
Mike woke up early, still wearing the same clothes as he had the night before. He didn't bother checking himself, he just got up, EVEN without his coffee! He left the bus, and rushed to Billie's bus to tell him what Tre had done to him.
Mike burst in there without knocking, finding Billie in his bunk and shook him away. Billie tried to swipe him away, but missed and jsut rolled over.
"Billie, wake up! Dammit, you!" Mike shook him a few more times until Billie groaned sitting up in the bunk.
"What?!" He asked, wiping his eyes sleepily with the back of his hand.
"It's Tre, he's acting weird." Billie looked at him. He needed a good shave.
"He... Last night after the show... He did some things..."
A curious look crossed Billie's face. "Like what?" He shifted in the bunk to listen to Mike better. Mike sat down next to him.
"He... He kissed me... In his bus, and nearly wouldn't let me go..."
"Really now?"
"Yes! And I finally got him off me and then he just left... Like he was angry or something. I don't know what to do! I'm not... Does that mean I'm gay?"
Billie just stared off into the distance, thinking about something. Mike waved a hand infront of his face, getting his attention again.
"Billie! Pay attention! I'm fucking serious!"
"So he finally did it then?"
"Did what?"
"He finally told you that he loves you?"
"WHAT?!"
"No, calm down... He didn't tell you he loves you?"
"NO! HE JUST KISSED ME! AND HE TRIED TO TAKE OFF MY CLOTHES! HE LOVES ME?!?!?"
"Mike.. Fucking calm down, man!" Mike tried breathing, and coutned to ten before talk again in a more calmer tone.
"He... So, he loves me?"
"... Yes, yes he does. Alot. He still hasn't actually told you though? I thought he would have..."
"No, he hasn't. Things are really screwed up now. I don't think I'll be able to look at him the same way ever again..."
