From Stomach to Heart
Wednesday stood at the kitchen�s counter making himself a neat little sandwich when Joey entered in a huff.
�How do you know that Eric and Ghoul are �together�?� Joey crossed his arms and glared at Wednesday�s back as he paused, impatient for a reply. Slicing the crust from the somewhat stale white bread, the vocalist pointedly ignored the question. Raising the turkey and tomato sandwich to his lips, he ripped off a bite and turned to face the seething, suspicious guitarist.
�I just do.� He took another bite and Joey eyed him warily.
�That good?� Wednesday nodded and held out the sandwich. Joey took it and sampled a bite.
�It�s good.� He passed it back to Wednesday who stuffed the remains into his mouth. Joey shuffled to the mini-fridge and selected a beer, popped the cap and together Joey and Wednesday downed the alcohol.
�So, answer my question.� Joey and Wednesday stood opposite of each other, both leaning comfortably against the parallel countertops.
�I already did.� Wednesday grinned at him.
�Fucker, elaborate.� The guitarist crossed his arms, chilled now as he was without a shirt due to their earlier lusty escapade.
�Alright.� Wednesday nodded slowly. �Imagine being drunker than fuck, ready to puke, and then imagine stumbling into the onboard toilet only to discover�� Wednesday stepped forward, crushing Joey against the countertop with his considerably larger chest. His hand snaked down to Joey�s crouch and pulled gently on the guitarist�s swelling member. �Only to discover Ghoul and Eric just like this. Except, I think Eric was straddling Ghoul.� Joey shrieked in alarm as Wednesday suddenly slipped his hands around Joey�s ribcage, lifting the pale guitarist and setting him gently on the cabinet top.
�I see�� Joey smiled and bracketed Wednesday�s slender hips with his legs, crossing his ankles to trap his lover.
�God, you�re so sexy.� Wednesday ran his fingernails down Joey�s chest, tauntingly skimming the nipples as rosy marks appeared per his caress.
�Fuck, Wednesday,� Joey growled. He twined the vocalist�s dreads between his delicate fingers, forcing their lips in concert, tongues sparring within their mouths� moist heat. As their hips began to grind together of their own accord, there came a commotion from the front of the bus, followed by the sounds of laughter and Eric calling out: �Hey Joey! Wednesday! Come here!� The aforementioned pair glanced warily at each other, and then at the door leading from the kitchen.
�Do we have to?�
�Now�s better than later.�