Where'd You Go? (Track Twelve, III), chapter 19
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Wren woke up in her own bed, in her own room. She frowned as she wondered just how she had gotten there from the motel. Disoriented, she looked around to confirm where she was. Yes, early morning sun light was slowly illuminating her room. She was also in her own PJ's but she did not remember doing that either. Hopefully, if she had not done it herself, it was Mike who had.
Vaguely, she remembered him carrying her somewhere and Tré commenting, "Smells like sex."
Speaking of which, where is Mike?
Afraid that she had imagined things, Wren got up. Quietly, so she did not wake anyone, she moved down the hall to his room. Slowly, she opened the door. The sight before her made her cover a giggle.
In a tangle of bare limbs, the three boys slept. Each had their separate blanket, but she could tell they were all topless. (She'd heard jokes about the clothing on the rest of their bodies, but she hoped they were just rumours.) Tré had his face smushed onto the floor. Billie Joe was half on the mattress, half on the floor, curled up into a tiny ball. Mike was fully on the mattress, stretched out on his side. It was too good of an opportunity to pass up. Stealthily, Wren crept over and snuggled down between Mike and the edge of the mattress. He opened one blue eye.
Wren whispered, "Hi."
He smiled sleepily. "Hi." His voice was all crackly from sleeping. He frowned as Billie Joe rolled over, almost atop of him. Mike gave his pal a rough kick.
"Hey," Billie Joe groaned, "What the hell was that for?"
"I don't spoon with guys, even if you do."
"You should try it some time, you might like it." Billie Joe mumbled. Mike reached up and fumbled for something lying on the floor. He winked at Wren as he picked up his bandana. With an expert flick of his wrist, he cracked it across Billie Joe's shoulder.
"Son of a bitch!" Billie Joe leaped to his feet. Wren tried to cover her eyes a nanosecond too late.
Yep. The rumours are true.
Upon seeing Wren, Billie Joe hurriedly snatched up his blanket and wrapped it around his waist. "You coulda told me she was in here!" he snapped at Mike before sitting back down.
Tré spoke with his eyes shut. "We had a threesome, 'cause you had a twosome without inviting us."
Mock angry, Wren complained, "So, you can have a threesome and I can't snooze with Billie Joe?"
Billie punched Mike in the shoulder. "Nah, he stayed out of it."
Tré smacked his lips and scratched his head. "Was there even an 'it'? I don't think I got any."
Mike massaged Wren's shoulder. "Probably not, you're too damn ugly."
"Wasn't too ugly for you." Wren felt Mike's fingers pause. Tré's face went from teasing to surprised, then to teasing again. "Some people think they're God since they got the only girl in the house."
What's eating Tré?
"Yeah, and it feels so damn good."
"Not that you're rubbing it in," Tré commented.
"Yeah, keep it up and we'll have to rape you." Billie Joe warned, "If that's okay with Wren."
"But I get to watch, right?" She asked.
"Oh my dear," Billie Joe chuckled nefariously, "You'll get to do much more than that."
"Yeah, I've got some ideas from that duct tape."
Mike sat up nervously, the blanket falling to expose his chest. "I don't like where this is going."
Wren traced one of the hickies on his chest. "Oh I think you will." To show she was playing, she gave him a soft kiss. Billie Joe made gagging noises.
Tré complained, "That's just nasty."
Just to spite the boys, the couple moved on to a passionate make out session.
"Get another room," Billie Joe grumbled.
Wren broke off kissing to shoot, "We'll do that as soon as you get some pants on. Honestly, only some people should be allowed to sleep in the nude." She indicated Mike with a smirk.
"Look at that!" Tré protested. "She's already giving him privileges. Not fair."
Billie Joe snorted, "Yeah, I guess she thinks she's God now."
Mike tied on his bandana, hiding the scar from the accident. "This from the heartless bastard who was cooing over her last night when we brought her home."
"Well, we had fucking right. The way you left we didn't know if you were gonna kill her or what." Tré piped from the far side of the room as he rearranged his blanket into a toga.
"He came pretty close to killing me," Wren admitted, smiling with the memory.
[/i]Yeah, alright maybe falling off the bed in the middle of getting intimate was not intentional, but it had hurt a bit. Then, ha, he'd kissed it better.[/i]
A steely look came into Billie Joe's eyes. "I think it's time for a talk, Mike."
Mike frowned a bit, and Wren saw an assessing look come into his face, as if he was deciding if he could fight Billie Joe off.
"Yeah, Mike." Tré added quietly. Now, Mike's eyebrows rose, as if he was confused.
[/i]Something is going on here. It sounds like a guy thing.[/i]
"I gotta go do something." Wren explained lamely.
*Mike*
[/i]Oh, shit. Tré's told Billie Joe. And now, Billie Joe's gonna pull the noble man card. I know, I was going to tell her, but things just got out of hand. No, fine, they didn't, I let them get out of hand. She looks so happy and now, I got to ruin it. She's never going to get over this, not ever.[/i]
Vaguely, she remembered him carrying her somewhere and Tré commenting, "Smells like sex."
Speaking of which, where is Mike?
Afraid that she had imagined things, Wren got up. Quietly, so she did not wake anyone, she moved down the hall to his room. Slowly, she opened the door. The sight before her made her cover a giggle.
In a tangle of bare limbs, the three boys slept. Each had their separate blanket, but she could tell they were all topless. (She'd heard jokes about the clothing on the rest of their bodies, but she hoped they were just rumours.) Tré had his face smushed onto the floor. Billie Joe was half on the mattress, half on the floor, curled up into a tiny ball. Mike was fully on the mattress, stretched out on his side. It was too good of an opportunity to pass up. Stealthily, Wren crept over and snuggled down between Mike and the edge of the mattress. He opened one blue eye.
Wren whispered, "Hi."
He smiled sleepily. "Hi." His voice was all crackly from sleeping. He frowned as Billie Joe rolled over, almost atop of him. Mike gave his pal a rough kick.
"Hey," Billie Joe groaned, "What the hell was that for?"
"I don't spoon with guys, even if you do."
"You should try it some time, you might like it." Billie Joe mumbled. Mike reached up and fumbled for something lying on the floor. He winked at Wren as he picked up his bandana. With an expert flick of his wrist, he cracked it across Billie Joe's shoulder.
"Son of a bitch!" Billie Joe leaped to his feet. Wren tried to cover her eyes a nanosecond too late.
Yep. The rumours are true.
Upon seeing Wren, Billie Joe hurriedly snatched up his blanket and wrapped it around his waist. "You coulda told me she was in here!" he snapped at Mike before sitting back down.
Tré spoke with his eyes shut. "We had a threesome, 'cause you had a twosome without inviting us."
Mock angry, Wren complained, "So, you can have a threesome and I can't snooze with Billie Joe?"
Billie punched Mike in the shoulder. "Nah, he stayed out of it."
Tré smacked his lips and scratched his head. "Was there even an 'it'? I don't think I got any."
Mike massaged Wren's shoulder. "Probably not, you're too damn ugly."
"Wasn't too ugly for you." Wren felt Mike's fingers pause. Tré's face went from teasing to surprised, then to teasing again. "Some people think they're God since they got the only girl in the house."
What's eating Tré?
"Yeah, and it feels so damn good."
"Not that you're rubbing it in," Tré commented.
"Yeah, keep it up and we'll have to rape you." Billie Joe warned, "If that's okay with Wren."
"But I get to watch, right?" She asked.
"Oh my dear," Billie Joe chuckled nefariously, "You'll get to do much more than that."
"Yeah, I've got some ideas from that duct tape."
Mike sat up nervously, the blanket falling to expose his chest. "I don't like where this is going."
Wren traced one of the hickies on his chest. "Oh I think you will." To show she was playing, she gave him a soft kiss. Billie Joe made gagging noises.
Tré complained, "That's just nasty."
Just to spite the boys, the couple moved on to a passionate make out session.
"Get another room," Billie Joe grumbled.
Wren broke off kissing to shoot, "We'll do that as soon as you get some pants on. Honestly, only some people should be allowed to sleep in the nude." She indicated Mike with a smirk.
"Look at that!" Tré protested. "She's already giving him privileges. Not fair."
Billie Joe snorted, "Yeah, I guess she thinks she's God now."
Mike tied on his bandana, hiding the scar from the accident. "This from the heartless bastard who was cooing over her last night when we brought her home."
"Well, we had fucking right. The way you left we didn't know if you were gonna kill her or what." Tré piped from the far side of the room as he rearranged his blanket into a toga.
"He came pretty close to killing me," Wren admitted, smiling with the memory.
[/i]Yeah, alright maybe falling off the bed in the middle of getting intimate was not intentional, but it had hurt a bit. Then, ha, he'd kissed it better.[/i]
A steely look came into Billie Joe's eyes. "I think it's time for a talk, Mike."
Mike frowned a bit, and Wren saw an assessing look come into his face, as if he was deciding if he could fight Billie Joe off.
"Yeah, Mike." Tré added quietly. Now, Mike's eyebrows rose, as if he was confused.
[/i]Something is going on here. It sounds like a guy thing.[/i]
"I gotta go do something." Wren explained lamely.
*Mike*
[/i]Oh, shit. Tré's told Billie Joe. And now, Billie Joe's gonna pull the noble man card. I know, I was going to tell her, but things just got out of hand. No, fine, they didn't, I let them get out of hand. She looks so happy and now, I got to ruin it. She's never going to get over this, not ever.[/i]
