Hopeless Haze - Vol. II: Sam's Town (Chapter Four, Part Two)
Volume II: Sam's Town
Chapter Four, Part Two: Let Me Show You How Much I Care
Their idea didn't go quite as planned. Rather than talking about naughty things, they spent the majority of the time lazily singing along to the radio. Their hands were intertwined with each other's on the console. At one point, Ronnie asked Brandon a question only to look over and see that he had fallen asleep against the window. The drummer took the time at a stoplight to take a picture of the boy as he slept. It'd be nice for embarrassing him later.
When they finally spotted some motel signs lining the road, their previous feelings seemed to reignite.
The couple pulled up to a motel with an empty parking lot and a buzzing "vacancy" sign.
Ronnie parked their rental car and winked at the singer before turning the key and stepping out. The drummer stretched his sore muscles that had been in the same position for hours now. Across from him on the other side of the car was his boyfriend, raising his arms above his head in a stretch. Ronnie peeked at the sliver of skin that showed as Brandon's shirt lifted above his jeans. Brandon caught his eye and smirked at him before they started making their way to the concierge.
When the couple got to the desk, Ronnie flashed the employee a smile. As it was midnight, the gesture was not reciprocated.
"Hello, we need a room, please. Just for the night." Ronnie pulled out his wallet.
"Sure thing, two beds?"
The drummer had a few options. He could say that they needed two beds and play it safe, ignoring the extra bed in the room. Or, he could tell this stranger, who clearly had no interest in who they were, that they only needed one bed and run the extremely slight risk that their secret will be out to the public.
"Uh, actually," Ronnie felt Brandon discreetly grab his hand, "we'll only be needing one." Brandon smiled and looked away so that the employee wouldn't see.
"Okay, $51 is your total. Room 13," the woman didn't seemed fazed at all by their request and Ronnie felt slightly relieved. He handed her a $100 bill and thanked her when she handed him their key and his change.
They started walking back to the car to grab their suitcases when Ronnie turned to Brandon.
"Take the key and find the room, I got the bags," Ronnie said as he opened the trunk. Brandon nodded and turned with a smirk. Ronnie chuckled to himself as he watched the singer walk off. Something was definitely stirring in his boyfriend's mind.
Ronnie grabbed the two duffel bags and closed the trunk before heading in the direction that he saw Brandon walk off to. He saw an open door and as he got closer he saw the small "13" sign next to it.
When Ronnie entered the room, he set the bags down and shut the door. He turned around from the doorway and inspected the room.
"Well, it's not the pretties-" Ronnie was interrupted by Brandon's lips on his.
Ronnie was shocked at first but certainly didn't protest. He put his hands on his boyfriend's hips as Brandon slipped his tongue inside Ronnie's mouth. Brandon took a hold of the back of Ronnie's shirt and pulled away from the kiss with a wicked smirk on his face. He guided Ronnie towards the middle of the room before deciding he had enough space for his plan.
In one quick movement, Brandon had brought his legs out from underneath him so that he landed on the ground with Ronnie on top of him.
"Jesus, Brandon," Ronnie chuckled, "we just risked exposing our relationship to get this bed and we aren't even going to use it, are we?"
"C'mon," Brandon was still smirking, "this is hot." Brandon lifted himself up to connect their lips again. They continued making out like that for a few minutes, letting out soft noises against each other's mouths and feeling each other get harder as they went on.
Brandon slid his hand up to Ronnie's side and gave it a pat as he slowly rose from the ground. Ronnie was now in Brandon's previous position on the floor as his boyfriend took his jeans off slowly. He slid his briefs off next, causing Ronnie to bite his lip. Brandon smirked at him before turning to the bags to grab lube and a condom.
When Brandon returned to Ronnie, he unbuckled Ronnie's jeans and pulled them off before discarding them to the side. He eyed the obvious bulge in the drummer's briefs and it took all his willpower to not suck him off right there. But Brandon had other ideas.
"Gimme your hand," Brandon was still smiling flirtatiously. Ronnie complied and brought his hand over to Brandon. Brandon brought the calloused hand to his lips and stuck the index and middle finger into his mouth. Ronnie's mouth opened slightly. Brandon's lips were wrapped around the two fingers as he worked his tongue over them. Ronnie watched closely with pupils blown wide and felt himself grow harder in his briefs.
Brandon hollowed out his cheeks and pulled the fingers out. He then reached over to the lube and popped the cap before coating the same two fingers.
"If we had lube the entire time," Ronnie was already breathing heavily, "then you sucked my fingers just to turn me on."
"Well," Brandon spread the liquid evenly onto Ronnie's fingers and glanced at Ronnie's hard-on, "it worked, didn't it?"
Brandon positioned himself so that his ass was resting on Ronnie's clothed erection, eliciting a gasp from the drummer. Brandon smiled and wriggled his hips on the bulge purely to watch his boyfriend shudder beneath him.
Brandon guided Ronnie's slicked fingers to his ass and kept eye contact with the drummer as he slid one finger inside of him. Ronnie watched as Brandon's mouth opened with a moan and his eyebrows furrowed. Ronnie smirked at the singer's reaction, slowly pulling his finger all the way out before pushing it back in. Brandon whimpered and pushed back to meet Ronnie's movement.
Ronnie slid in another finger and continued this same rhythm of Brandon pushing himself back onto Ronnie's hands. It was shocking to Ronnie that Brandon's body looked so weak and feeble but he was able to move on Ronnie's hand so erotically.
"Fuck," Ronnie let out in a heavy breath, "I wish you could see yourself." The corners of Brandon's mouth turned up and the blush on his cheeks deepened.
Ronnie brought his other hand to Brandon's cheek, where he softly caressed his face. He moved his hand up to gently run through Brandon's hair. He was so beautiful. Even with his mouth hanging open and his face contorted in a continuous moan, he was beautiful.
Ronnie's endearing thoughts were interrupted by a ringing cell phone.
Brandon and Ronnie both looked at each other confused. Who was calling them at midnight?
Conveniently, Brandon's cell phone was right on the edge of the bed they were next to. Brandon grabbed it quickly and looked at the small screen.
"Ugh," Brandon rolled his eyes, "Dave."
"Oh, so you have caller ID on that one?" Ronnie mused.
"Shh," Brandon was trying to seem annoyed but he was smiling. Ronnie stopped moving his fingers as Brandon answered the call.
"Hello? Yeah we're fine, what do you want? Well, we're fine," Brandon looked annoyed but Ronnie found it endearing, "We stopped at some sights and we just got to our motel."
Ronnie had a terrible idea.
The drummer bit his lip and slowly began to move his fingers. Brandon's eyes fluttered shut and his mouth was open again.
"Yeah the-the room was only $51 for one night so," he swallowed and took a breath in, "we're not spending too much."
Ronnie smiled and curved his fingers, finding the spot he was looking for. With a jolt, Brandon pulled the phone away from his mouth and let out a sudden moan.
"What was that Dave?" Brandon asked as he brought the phone back to his mouth with a shaking hand, "No, no I'm fine."
Ronnie slipped a third finger in, curved it the same way, and watched as Brandon bit his lip in a desperate attempt to stay quiet.
"D-Dave are we done? Please, I-" Brandon covered the microphone on the phone and whined before returning to the call, "we've been driving all day I'm t-tired." Ronnie was still trying his hardest not to laugh.
"Okay, okay... I will. I'll k-keep you in touch- god- bye, Dave." Brandon pressed the hang-up button and threw his phone onto the bed, "You're such an asshole," Brandon whined as he began to meet Ronnie's movements again.
"Do you think Dave caught on?" Ronnie was smirking and giggling to himself.
"I don't care," Brandon moaned and pushed himself onto Ronnie harder, "I need you to fuck me." Ronnie's cock twitched at Brandon's plea and Brandon smirked for a small moment as he felt it against him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear you," Ronnie smirked and massaged the spot inside Brandon's body.
"Oh-oh god," Brandon was speaking in a broken voice, "I need you inside me, Ron." Ronnie contemplated having Brandon repeat it one more time, but he needed release as much as Brandon so he thought against it.
Ronnie flipped them over so that Brandon was on the floor again and he was hovering over him. Brandon quickly took off Ronnie's shirt before pulling him into a sloppy kiss. Ronnie's hand scoured floor for a moment until he found the condom. He pulled away from the kiss for a short second to roll it onto himself and slick himself up. As Ronnie prepared himself, he leaned back down to his boyfriend and slid his tongue against Brandon's bottom lip. He gently bit it as he positioned himself against Brandon's entrance.
Ronnie felt Brandon's hot breath panting against his mouth and felt the moan escape Brandon's throat as he finally slid himself in. Brandon's face flashed in pain for a moment before melting into a look of ecstasy.
Ronnie moved his lips to Brandon's neck where his mustache scraped against the soft skin. Brandon wrapped his legs around the drummer in an attempt to bring Ronnie closer to him. Brandon's moans and whines were right against Ronnie's ears and with every sound that escaped the singer, Ronnie felt a shock spread throughout his body.
Ronnie brought his teeth to Brandon's neck and slid a hand in between them to take the boy into his hand.
"Ron, don't stop," Brandon gasped and wrapped his arms around Ronnie's back, "please don't stop."
Ronnie grunted against Brandon's skin as he listened to him beg. The drummer continued to leave marks on his boyfriend's skin. They'd be out of the public eye for a few more days, so Brandon's skin would have enough time to heal. Ronnie pulled away for a second and admired the marks he had created. Brandon's head was thrown back and Ronnie watched as his adam's apple bobbed when noises escaped his throat.
"You look so beautiful, baby," Ronnie said in a shuddery voice as he stroked Brandon, "so, so beautiful."
Ronnie returned to Brandon's throat and left one more bite mark before kissing his way back up to Brandon's mouth. The singer moaned into his mouth as Ronnie made contact with his lips. Ronnie was still in love with those lips. He bit, licked, and kissed them as he stroked the writhing boyfriend beneath him.
"Ron, Ron... I'm so close," Brandon whined against Ronnie's mouth.
"Me too, baby," Ronnie picked up the pace of his hips and the speed of his hand on Brandon, "fuck, me too."
They stayed in that rhythm for a few more moments-whining, grunting, kissing, moving. When Ronnie felt the knot in his lower stomach start to uncoil he brought his mouth to Brandon's ear.
"I'm gonna come, baby, I'm gonna-" with a gasp and a groan, Ronnie came and released a string of swears and calls of Brandon's name.
Brandon's grip on Ronnie's back tightened and his breath became fast and short.
"Ronnie, fuck, I-" Brandon's eyes rolled to the back of his head before he closed them tight and let out one last loud moan. He released all over his stomach and Ronnie's fist as a stream of whines fell from his lips.
While they caught their breath, they laid with their foreheads touching. Ronnie began leaving soft kisses on Brandon's face as they came down from their high. The two of them stood up and walked over to the small bathroom. As Ronnie washed his hands and watched Brandon clean himself up, he smiled. It seemed like it was just yesterday they were in a hotel room on Ronnie's birthday doing the same thing.
"Oh wow," Brandon stroked a hand over his bite marks with a smile, "that's hot." Ronnie pulled Brandon close to him and kissed his cheek before grabbing his hand and walking him to the bed.
Once they were under the covers, Brandon rested his head on Ronnie's chest and the drummer's hand settled on Brandon's lower back.
"Goodnight, baby."
"Goodnight... hey, Ron?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't wanna go home. I'm happy here with you."
"We can worry about that when we get there."
"I don't wanna worry about anything, Ron."
"I'll be right there with you, baby."
"Okay... hey, Ron?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"I love you so much, B."
Brandon’s scheme fell apart the next morning. Ronnie emerged from the motel room’s bathroom looking glum.
Brandon picked up on it, “what’s wrong?”
“Oh,” Ronnie sighed. “I’m out of shampoo-”
“Mine’s in my bag.” Brandon looked back to the many take out menus he had found in a kitchen drawer. No Waffle House yet.
“Thanks, baby.” The drummer went to search Brandon’s duffel bag and came up empty-handed after a moment.
“It’s in the pocket,” Brandon said, not looking up. Ronnie laughed quietly.
He went to unzip the inside pocket and found something that definitely wasn't shampoo. An undoubtedly not empty pill bottle. Ronnie contemplated bringing it up to Brandon but decided that it would do more harm than good.
“Have you got it?” The drummer glanced back to see the singer still flipping through menus.
Ronnie shoved the pills back into the bag and unzipped the outside pocket. He had found his prize. “Yeah,” he replied, letting the bag drop back onto the floor. He turned around to see Brandon smiling to himself. The older man took in his younger boyfriend’s features: two beauty marks, one on his cheek and one above his eyebrow. He looked less boyish now seeing as he had a mustache and a bit of beard. He kept his hair shorter now and there was no longer any indication that it had ever been bleached in a bathroom at midnight in a tipsy haze. Not drunk enough to regret it the next morning but brave enough to try. Ronnie smiled, only a little sad about it. He was still beautiful, just more mature.
Ronnie had hardly noticed the drastic change in his boyfriend’s appearance before now.
Brandon looked up, “what are you looking at?” He smirked.
“You should bleach your hair again,” Ronnie replied.
The singer snorted, “I’m never bleaching or dying my hair ever again.”
“I never said you had to dye it-”
“Good, ‘cause I'm not doing it.” Brandon put the menus back in the drawer he found them in and leaned against the kitchen counter. “Why do you want me to bleach my hair?”
“I liked it. I never got to appreciate it back in the old days.” By ‘old days’ he meant 2003.
“Three years ago?” Brandon asked. “That isn't that long. Probably not even three years.” He pondered for a moment. “Two and a half.”
“We weren't dating then, I mean. I couldn't run my hands through it like I can now.” Brandon laughed hard.
“That didn't stop you back then!”
“I was showing great restraint.”
“God,” Brandon crossed his arms. “We were so gay back then. Why didn't you ask me out sooner?”
Ronnie scoffed, “maybe because you denied me a month earlier and you were getting over a drinking problem.”
“Still am. That’s no excuse, Vannucci.”
The drummer shrugged, “at least you’ll admit it now.”
“That I have a drinking problem?” Brandon raised a brow.
“No,” Ronnie stopped himself. “Well, yes, that too. I'm talking about you totally being in love with me in ‘03.”
“I thought that was obvious.” Ronnie groaned.
“You bitch!” He gestured wildly with his arms, “you get all buddy-buddy with me in a taxi, nearly inhale my nose, deny my advances for two years, and now you tell me you liked me?”
“‘Inhale your nose’, what the fuck?” The singer laughed. “You didn't know?”
Ronnie let his arms fall to his sides, “I thought you were being friendly!”
“We cuddled every night!”
“Cuddling and having my dick up your ass are two very different things, Flowers.”
“I can't believe this.” Brandon closed his eyes and put his head in his hands, still chuckling.
“I’m taking a shower now.” Brandon playfully waved goodbye.
“Yeah, okay. Wait- what do you mean by ‘inhale your nose’? Ronnie you can't just say things like that and expect me not to question it.” The drummer disappeared behind the bathroom door. “Ronnie? When did this happen? Was I drunk?” Brandon sighed from outside the door. “Don't answer that. I'm getting answers later, mister. I need to hear about this.”