God he was pissed. The show sucked. It was his own fault for missing a song on the set list. Where the fuck was his brain? How could he do something so stupid?
The screw up threw him off for the rest of the show. Then he forgot the words to a song. He faked it, made up different words, but never could recover after that. The audience probably didn't notice anything wrong, but the rest of the band did.
He snatched the audio remote from his back pocket and threw it at the dressing room mirror, a large spider web zipping across the glass, shards crashing to the floor.
Richie instinctively ducked at the sound, he whirled around to see Jon pick up a metal folding chair and throw it against the cinderblock wall, chipping the wall as it careened off. Jon stood there with his back turned, hands on hips, eyes closed trying to calm down.
He bowed his head, shaking it. Richie walked over, put his hand on Jon's shoulder.
"Let it fuckin' slide, man. Come on, we'll go to the hotel bar and get drunk tonight, we're off tomorrow."
He shrugged off Richie�s hand. As appealing as that sounded, it did little to cool him off. He continued pacing while the others began to filter into the dressing room. No one said anything to him. They knew the best thing to do was let him deal with it himself, eventually he�d let it go.
He finally showered and dressed, he was the last one to the hotel. He made his way to the bar, ordered whiskey straight up and sat down in the space the rest made for him at a nearby table. He drained half his drink, hoping to speed the numbing effect to his brain.
The rest of the band continued their conversation about something they�d just seen on television. His interest piqued only when he heard the name Pamela Anderson. Richie set his beer down and glanced over at Jon. Then he cut his eyes to the door and back to Jon again. Jon nodded almost imperceptibly, drained his glass and put it down.
�I�ve done enough damage tonight,� he said as he stood.
�Tomorrow�s a new day, man,� Tico said as he sipped from his glass.
�Yeah, I hear ya,� Jon turned and walked out. He slowly walked toward a side entrance in the lobby, glancing back every few steps. He finally caught sight of Richie behind him and he went ahead and stepped outside into the darkness.
He walked a little way from the door, eyeing the long black limosine idling at the curb, the same one he�d arrived in not long ago. The driver�s door was open, but the driver was no where to be seen. Sometimes you gotta take extreme measures, he thought to himself. Richie walked up behind him, pulled out his pack of cigarettes and offered one to Jon. Jon took one and pointed at the limo with it.
�I dare you to steal that limo,� he said, placing the cigarette between his lips, waiting for the cigarette lighter. Richie handed it to him after lighting his and looked at the car, then back at Jon. Jon was looking directly at him, waiting to see if Richie was gonna have the balls tonight.
A movement behind Richie caught his eye, oh shit, here comes the driver. No. It was David. He laughed to himself, alrighty then, we�ll make it a threesome. But there was someone following David.
His disappointment deepened when he saw it was Tico. Well fuck. Don�t think Teek will go for a game of Chicken. He turned his head away and took a deep drag on his cigarette, holding the smoke in his lungs before letting it go.
�Thought you were gonna get away without us?� David smirked.
Jon�s head flew around and he looked at him, then at Tico. He couldn�t tell what Tico was thinking. He looked back at David, raised his eyebrows in question.
�Teek asked me where you two were always sneakin� off to. I told him it was probably to play a game of Chicken, and he wanted to know what the fuck was Chicken,� David laughed.
Jon looked at Tico and then at Richie. Richie was turned away from the other two, finding it hard to conceal his smile.
�Chicken. Daring each other to do crazy shit. So here�s a dare. I dare you to steal that fuckin� limo,� Tico said.
Jon snorted a loud laugh. Richie almost choked on his smoke. Jon stepped off the curb, glanced around for a split second to make sure no one else was around and ducked into the driver�s seat.
He looked up and said, �Well, what the fuck you waitin� for? Get in.�
They piled into the back seat and before Richie could slam the door, Jon shifted into gear and floored the gas pedal. The huge vehicle shot away and it took Jon a moment to get a handle on it, veering over the center line and back momentarily.
The adrenaline was pumping and he could feel his hands shaking on the wheel. It�d been quite a long time since he�d stolen a car. Back then, it had been his father�s. And it was only for a few hours. So technically, it was borrowed, not stolen. The privacy screen was down, Richie�s head appeared next to his.
�Where to, Jeeves?� he asked in all seriousness.
�Don�t have a fuckin� clue,� he answered, thankful that there was not much traffic at this time of early morning. He drove away from the tall buildings and after a minute or so, he saw a sign that told him that was the way out of the city.
He maneuvered the big car around the turn and began to scope out the interior of the car. There was a cell phone on the passenger seat. Fuel gauge was on F. The headlights were on, thank god for that, he couldn�t locate the light switch. He looked out of the windshield up at the sky, crystal clear, the three quarter moon shining down on the black road.
The three men in back seemed to be enjoying the ride, Jon could hear them laughing and joking loudly. A beer appeared near his head, Richie�s face right behind it.
�Don�t drink and drive, man, its� not safe,� he said, offering the beer to Jon. Jon took the beer and swallowed a mouthful.
�Thanks for the advice,� he said laughing. It didn�t take long for them to reach the outskirts of the city and glide into the dark countryside. He glanced in the side mirror, the nearest headlights behind him seemed miles away.
This seemed to be a back road, not a major highway. He saw the reflection of a highway sign ahead, a junction with another road. He slowed and turned right onto it. This road was much narrower, the limo taking up the entire width of it.
�Are we lost yet?� David poked his head into the front of the car.
�Workin� on it,� Jon said as he passed a darkened house and saw a barn several hundred yards down the road from it. He slowed down and turned into the gravel driveway to the barn, between two huge oak trees. He pulled the car up on the other side of the barn out of sight from the house and killed the ignition.
He got out of the car and took a few steps toward the front of the barn. He turned back toward the car as he heard the door open, he put his finger to his lips as Richie climbed out. Richie turned to shush the other two as they all exited the vehicle.
Jon peered around the corner past the front of the barn to the house. Still dark and silent. He glanced back and saw the other three waiting for the next instruction. He motioned them forward as he stepped out from darkness toward the barn entrance.
He slipped into the dark doorway and walked down the breezeway that separated the two sides of the building. He looked to his right and saw what looked like compartments, then his heart tumbled as he saw movement and heard heavy breathing. He froze and he heard the footsteps of the others behind him come to a standstill as well.
�Oh, fuckin� Jesus,� he let out a breath. It was a horse. �Shit, you scared the fuckin� shit outta me,� he said in a low voice as he stepped toward the animal and stroked its soft nose. The horse sniffed his hand and lipped his fingers to see if there was anything worthwhile being offered. When it determined there was no treat, it snorted and turned away back into the stall.
�Ok, we stole a fuckin� car and now we�re trespassin,� Tico said, �And now we�re pettin� god damn animals. I�m goin� back to the car for another drink,� he said.
�We ain�t started the game yet, Teek,� Richie said as he turned toward Jon and hooked a finger into the back of his pants, pulling him away from the stall.
He wrapped his arms around Jon and nuzzled his neck, nipped at his ear. Jon sucked in a breath, feeling the tingle all the way down to his groin.
�Yeah Teek, the real dare is yet to come,� Jon said. He turned around and pushed Richie away.
He looked over at Tico, then in turn looked at David, to Richie, then back at Tico.
Rubbing his crotch he said, �Have you ever done it in a barn Teek?� Tico looked at the other two, he seemed speechless.
Tico�s eyes widened and he turned to David. David was massaging his own hard on through his pants.
�You wanted to fuckin� know what the hell was Chicken,� he said. Tico turned to Jon again, who was holding Richie�s wrists to keep him away from his hardened cock.
�I�m waitin� for an answer,� Jon said, trying to dodge Richie�s lips.
�He�s in shock, man,� Richie said, tongue snaking out to lick the singer�s face, �I�ll answer that question. No, man, never done it in a barn, I dare you suck me off in this barn.�
�Just hold up, shit, we�re tryin� to let Teek play, he�s the new kid here.� Jon shrugged his shoulder trying to ward off the guitarist.
David eased up to Tico and whispered in his ear, �I know it�s a little more than you were bargaining for, huh? Just relax and watch, but you won�t watch for fuckin� long . . .� and with that, he stepped over to the other side of Jon and began to dip his tongue in the other ear.
A razor of lava shot through Jon�s cock with Richie on one side and David on the other, he released Richie�s wrists and had to close his eyes as the hardness begged to be stroked.
�Oh, fuck,� he hissed as he felt a hand begin to pump him, rough lips on both sides of his neck. He felt his pants being pushed down as his body was pushed backwards, then he felt something hard against his shoulder�the stall door.
Hot wetness engulfed his cock as someone�s mouth closed over it. He reached out blindly with his hand and touched a thick hard on, grasping it he began to run his thumb over it. He put his other hand out to hold the head on his cock still while he pushed his hips forward and felt soft curly hair.
He was coming, his hips involuntarily beginning to move quickly, his cock sliding in and out, the sensation of teeth and tongue all wrapped into a hot glove on his flesh. He cursed as he came, his blood beating his eardrums, a white light exploding behind his eyelids.
He leaned back, catching his breath. When he opened his eyes, he couldn�t see anything but darkness at first. When they adjusted, he had to smile at the sight that appeared across the barn. Tico was coming all over the barn floor, thick spurts shooting out between his fingers.
�Aw man, you wasted that good come on the floor,� he laughed. He turned to kiss Richie, a thank you peck on the lips, then gave one to David and walked over to Tico, pulling up his pants
and tucking himself in. He touched Tico�s face with his fingers. �You don�t have to play by yourself next time.� A small smile crept across Tico�s face.
Jon turned to the others, Richie getting his due from David. Jon stepped outside into the fresh air and went back to the car to wait for the others.
He cracked open another beer and laughed to himself. Well, at least he�d gotten over his anger. Probably wouldn�t be the last time he fucked up a show. What a way to get over it.
He sat down in the driver�s seat. He hoped he could remember the way back to the hotel.