They could only afford one hotel room at this stop. One room with two beds, and the desk clerk had laughed when Lars had hopefully requested a cot. So they drew straws to see who slept where. It was established band tradition. James, Lars, and Cliff each picked a straw and whoever got the longest one got to choose their bedmate.
Kirk never got a straw because, after three or four times, they�d all realized that whoever won inevitably picked to share a bed with Kirk. He had the least offensive sleeping habits of all of them and was, in fact, rather like a living teddy bear. Waking up to cuddling a muzzy guitar player was infinitely preferable to getting jabbed all night by Cliff�s pointy elbows, or having to fight Lars for the covers, or listening to James snore all night.
Kirk accepted his status as coveted sleep toy with his usual quiet aplomb. He�d confided once to James that he was glad he wasn�t permitted to draw along with all the rest, because he�d pick James every time he won and that was bound to raise questions. James had only snorted and shoved him back under the covers.
So they drew and James won, which sent Lars into a bitter tirade about Cliff�s elbows. That, in turn, inspired Cliff to pin Lars against the wall and grind an elbow into his chest until James stopped laughing long enough to pull him away. Cliff then adjourned to the bar and Lars stomped off, muttering about finding a woman with her own apartment. Neither of them would be back for hours.
�James,� Kirk said slowly, when he was sure Lars wouldn�t be coming back for some forgotten trifle. �If you�d actually had to pick, would you have picked me?�
James was busy trying to open a bottle of Jaegermeister, and he barely glanced up at the question. �Uh huh. Everyone picks you, Kwirk.� The top rocketed across the room and James took a long, happy drink. �It�s kinda like sleeping with a really big, smelly kitten.� He offered the bottle to Kirk with a little grin.
�I�m not smelly,� he protested, accepting the bottle and scowling good-naturedly at James. �I bathe more than you do.� And James shrugged, knowing full well that he couldn�t contend that statement.
�Whatever.�
�James,� Kirk persisted, shifting in his seat and fixing his dark eyes on James�s deceptively open face. �Is that the only reason you want to share a bed with me?�
James thought for a second, then nodded. �Guess so, yeah,� he answered. He took the bottle from Kirk and tipped it back, drinking long and deep before continuing. �Rather have a bed to myself, but you�re the lesser of three evils.�
�Oh.� Kirk deflated a little. �Okay�� James didn�t seem to notice at all.
�Here, have a little more,� he said, passing the bottle back to Kirk and standing. His clothes fell in untidy heaps at his feet and he grinned wolfishly. �Let�s have some fun before the assholes get back.�
Kirk nodded and stood, swaying over to James, hips moving sinuously. He knew James liked it when he walked that way, and he enjoyed the attention. Maybe a little too much. He wondered, as he dropped to his knees, whether it was possible to give such a good blowjob that it instantly induced love. Probably not.
