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When I come back out he is mostly dressed. He smiles at me and puts on his shirt. I see my clothes. He stacked them on the couch. That was nice.
He sits down next to my clothes and watches me get dressed. His gaze is really intense. It’s like he’s committing every inch of me to memory. If I wasn’t so confident about my body I would probably feel really uncomfortable.
“Do you do this often?”
I’m taken slightly aback. Is he judging me?!
“Do you?” I say with a hint of challenge in my voice.
“I try to. Problem is, I know that almost all of the men on this tour are straight.”
“How unfortunate.” I’m still not quite sure where he’s going with this.
“Possibly not” he says he says with a small smile.
I raise my eyebrow at him. Is he thinking what I think he’s thinking?
“Are you suggesting that we should be fuck buddies?” Dammit! Even I could hear the hope in my voice. But come on! Admit it. That is one tantalizing prospect. He’s grinning at me. Shit, is that good or bad?
He grabs my by the hips and pulls me down on the couch beside him.
“I think we’ll both enjoy it” He says, then kisses my bare shoulder.
“I like the way you think” He gives a little laugh.
“You want some ice-cream? It’s chocolate.” He says getting up.
“I take that back. I love the way you think.” I tell him as I grab my shirt and put it on.

We are snuggled up on the couch finishing our ice-cream and watching TV when Frank’s bandmates start showing up. They’re friendly to me. I guess it may not be unusual for them to find Frank with a strange guy. Mikey and Ray both sit down and watch TV with us and Bob goes straight to bed. We finish our ice-cream and Frank takes our bowls to the sink. When he comes back, I pull him into my lap.
Gerard shows up last.
“Hey guys.” Did he sound like that before?
“Hey Gerard.” Frank says. Mikey and Ray both just kinda grunt at him.
As he walks across the room to sit down I can tell that the guy is fucked-up. He looks at me for a minute. “Nick, right?”
“Yeah”
“Yeah, your Tony’s friend. Look, could you tell her sorry for me. I think Bert was an ass or somethin’ to ‘er.”
“What happened?” Engage brother mode.
“I don’t know. He put ‘is arm around ‘er and said somethin’. Then she got mad and took off to this fuckin’ HUGE guy.” Ok. She’s with Chris. “Bert’s a dick” he says half to himself.
“Yeah, I’ll tell her.”
“Thanks man”
He tries to stand up but it looks like he’s too fucked-up.
“Mikey?” he looks at him for help. Mikey gets up and helps him up.
“OK, time for you to go to bed.” Mikey helps him down the hall.
I give Frank a light squeeze. “I better be going.” He says OK as he gets up off of me. I put my shoes back on and stand up. He kisses me on the mouth.
“See you later” Damn that is a sexy smirk.
I head back to my van.

When I get there, Tony is sitting in the backseat longways. She has the dome-light on and is finishing a bottle of something and writing in her songbook.
“Anything good?”
“Maybe” She isn’t happy with me. I sit on the floorboard.
“Hey, I’m really sorry I left you with those guys”
“Humph”
“No, really. I shouldn’t have done it.” I sigh a little. “Bert hit on you didn’t he.”
“How’d you guess?” It actually wasn’t that uncommon. She’s not exactly unattractive, and being in a band like this a lot of guys just assume that she’s a whore.
“I didn’t, Gerard told me. He also says he’s sorry.”
“Why? He didn’t do anything.” She’s still mad. I take one of her bare feet and start rubbing it. She never can stay mad at me when I rub her feet.
“Ohh. No fair.”
“I promise I won’t do it again. Forgive me?”
She sighs.
“Only if you do the other foot too.”
“Deal”