The Chronicles of Malex: Chapter Thirteen: (the title is too long)
Chapter 13: Get Ready to Gasp Because This Chapter is Called...See U In The Dark
“Where’s Michael?” I asked Andrew. We were on the bus again. Andrew’s latest plan had (so far) been working flawlessly. Night after night for the past week-and-a-half, Andy would crawl through the air vent (sometimes with a little boost from me, which I did NOT enjoy!) and then a couple of minutes later, Michael would appear, coughing and covered in dust, then he would jump down on the closest bed.
Tonight he was a little late. Er, well, ANDY was a little late...
“That vent is WAY too small!” Andrew exclaimed. “There is no possible way for me to fit into that.”
I was going to say “That’s what he said,” but I resisted the urge.
“Well what’s the plan? Are you gonna get a chainsaw and make the vent bigger?” I joked.
Andrew hesitated, then said, “No, no, that wouldn’t work...time for Plan C.” He picked up his phone.
“What’s the plan?” I inquired, but Andrew held up his index finger, signaling for me to be quiet.
“Hey Kat,” he said. “There’s no possible way for me to fit into that vent. It’s too small, I’ll never fit.”
Kay must’ve said, “That’s what he said,” because Andrew blushed.
“Focus, here!” Andrew snapped. “Try to distract the guards! What? Uh, I don’t know, do anything! Just try something, K? OK, bye.” Andrew then turned to me and said, “Kat’s doing something.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I was kind of in the room when you agreed on that.”
Andrew and I both ran over to the door. Andrew got there first, and we began fighting over the peep hole like a couple of obsessive perverts or something. When Andrew won, I opened the door a little so that I could see what was going on too.
We saw Kat try to squeeze past the guard by her room.
“Where do you think you’re going?” The guard asked.
“I left something on the bus,” Kat replied.
He nodded and let her go.
Kat walked down the hall and into the elevator. She didn’t return for about ten minutes. We wondered if she just abandoned us. Just as we were about to give up hope, Kat returned...
With a super-soaker.
I grinned. This girl was the best manager in the history of band managers.
“I can’t believe you fell for that,” She laughed, soaking the two guards. Both of them ran after her, and at that moment, both of the hotel doors flew open, and Michael and Andy traded rooms, faster than lightning. Two (very wet) guards returned to their posts, not even knowing what had happened. As for Kat? She was sentenced to never being able to leave the hotel room at night ever again.
She did it for us.
I turned to look at Michael, who was leaning against the wall, panting. “Now THIS,” he said. “Is risky business.”
I smiled, walked over to him, took his face in my hands, and kissed him on the lips. “You’re just all about risks, aren’t you?”
He nodded. “Mm-hm,” he said. “And that’s why tonight...I want to...to take our relationship...” He leaned in closer, his lips brushing over mine, making me shiver. “...a little further...” He finished.
I could only gasp. “Wh...”
He grinned. “I want to see you in the dark, Alex.” He whispered to me.
I gulped, part of me kind of scared, and part of me longing to see HIM in the dark. “R-really?” I muttered.
Michael nodded. “Uh-huh...unless you don’t want to...unless you don’t think you can handle it.”
My bottom lip quivered when he said that. Damn, he was seductive. I didn’t think I’d EVER think of Michael Bruno, my best friend as...seductive. And yet, he was, very much so. He was making me want to rip off all his clothes, and that’s something I NEVER thought I’d say.
“Nah, nah,” I whispered to him. I nodded. “I...I can handle it.”
Michael let out a little chuckle and pulled me closer, knotting the fingers of his right hand in my hair. He hesitated, just to tease me. “You sure?” He smirked, his breath hot on my neck.
Damn...he was good...
“I’m sure,” I told him.
Michael was now nibbling on my neck and ear. “Positive?” He inquired.
I gasped. “Positive...” I replied, my answer coming out in a sigh. Michael’s left hand was now running down my chest. Then it was snaking under my t-shirt...and I moaned.
Michael shook his head. “Not sure you can handle it.”
I nodded quickly. “I can handle it....I can handle it...please, Michael...” Whoa, wait, did I really just BEG for sex with Michael? Damn, he WAS good! He had complete control over me!
“Mm, I dunno...” Michael teased. He licked my ear.
I moaned. “Please...please Michael! Oh...don’t stop...oh, yes...”
Michael smirked. “Oh, all right, but if you ask me to stop...I’m not going to.”
I nodded, asking myself, why would I want him to stop?
“Where’s Michael?” I asked Andrew. We were on the bus again. Andrew’s latest plan had (so far) been working flawlessly. Night after night for the past week-and-a-half, Andy would crawl through the air vent (sometimes with a little boost from me, which I did NOT enjoy!) and then a couple of minutes later, Michael would appear, coughing and covered in dust, then he would jump down on the closest bed.
Tonight he was a little late. Er, well, ANDY was a little late...
“That vent is WAY too small!” Andrew exclaimed. “There is no possible way for me to fit into that.”
I was going to say “That’s what he said,” but I resisted the urge.
“Well what’s the plan? Are you gonna get a chainsaw and make the vent bigger?” I joked.
Andrew hesitated, then said, “No, no, that wouldn’t work...time for Plan C.” He picked up his phone.
“What’s the plan?” I inquired, but Andrew held up his index finger, signaling for me to be quiet.
“Hey Kat,” he said. “There’s no possible way for me to fit into that vent. It’s too small, I’ll never fit.”
Kay must’ve said, “That’s what he said,” because Andrew blushed.
“Focus, here!” Andrew snapped. “Try to distract the guards! What? Uh, I don’t know, do anything! Just try something, K? OK, bye.” Andrew then turned to me and said, “Kat’s doing something.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I was kind of in the room when you agreed on that.”
Andrew and I both ran over to the door. Andrew got there first, and we began fighting over the peep hole like a couple of obsessive perverts or something. When Andrew won, I opened the door a little so that I could see what was going on too.
We saw Kat try to squeeze past the guard by her room.
“Where do you think you’re going?” The guard asked.
“I left something on the bus,” Kat replied.
He nodded and let her go.
Kat walked down the hall and into the elevator. She didn’t return for about ten minutes. We wondered if she just abandoned us. Just as we were about to give up hope, Kat returned...
With a super-soaker.
I grinned. This girl was the best manager in the history of band managers.
“I can’t believe you fell for that,” She laughed, soaking the two guards. Both of them ran after her, and at that moment, both of the hotel doors flew open, and Michael and Andy traded rooms, faster than lightning. Two (very wet) guards returned to their posts, not even knowing what had happened. As for Kat? She was sentenced to never being able to leave the hotel room at night ever again.
She did it for us.
I turned to look at Michael, who was leaning against the wall, panting. “Now THIS,” he said. “Is risky business.”
I smiled, walked over to him, took his face in my hands, and kissed him on the lips. “You’re just all about risks, aren’t you?”
He nodded. “Mm-hm,” he said. “And that’s why tonight...I want to...to take our relationship...” He leaned in closer, his lips brushing over mine, making me shiver. “...a little further...” He finished.
I could only gasp. “Wh...”
He grinned. “I want to see you in the dark, Alex.” He whispered to me.
I gulped, part of me kind of scared, and part of me longing to see HIM in the dark. “R-really?” I muttered.
Michael nodded. “Uh-huh...unless you don’t want to...unless you don’t think you can handle it.”
My bottom lip quivered when he said that. Damn, he was seductive. I didn’t think I’d EVER think of Michael Bruno, my best friend as...seductive. And yet, he was, very much so. He was making me want to rip off all his clothes, and that’s something I NEVER thought I’d say.
“Nah, nah,” I whispered to him. I nodded. “I...I can handle it.”
Michael let out a little chuckle and pulled me closer, knotting the fingers of his right hand in my hair. He hesitated, just to tease me. “You sure?” He smirked, his breath hot on my neck.
Damn...he was good...
“I’m sure,” I told him.
Michael was now nibbling on my neck and ear. “Positive?” He inquired.
I gasped. “Positive...” I replied, my answer coming out in a sigh. Michael’s left hand was now running down my chest. Then it was snaking under my t-shirt...and I moaned.
Michael shook his head. “Not sure you can handle it.”
I nodded quickly. “I can handle it....I can handle it...please, Michael...” Whoa, wait, did I really just BEG for sex with Michael? Damn, he WAS good! He had complete control over me!
“Mm, I dunno...” Michael teased. He licked my ear.
I moaned. “Please...please Michael! Oh...don’t stop...oh, yes...”
Michael smirked. “Oh, all right, but if you ask me to stop...I’m not going to.”
I nodded, asking myself, why would I want him to stop?