Beside them, I was the smallest one. I was the rhythm guitarist and also the last addition to the band before it became whole. They all were college graduates, and I was the odd one out, having dropped out of High School. This was due to the fact that I did not have any money to continue. Their ages ranged from 25-27, and I was the youngest, at 19yrs old. I had elfin looks and with really thick and long dark hair, which I wanted to cut off. John had told me, in one of his stupors, that I look attractive with my hair the way it was. John was all macho and I loved his rare compliments. He had Hispanic looks, with light brown hair and striking ebony eyes that always had me melting. I tended to be more closer to John than to Cliff. Cliff was just too serious of a lad.
Tonight, John was drunk again. It has been annoying ever since we had gone on tour. He had been having problems with his girlfriend from back home ever since we left. Cliff had been down to earth saying that he should dump the cunt. Of course, I would not be so harsh to say it like that, but I did agree.
"Cindy, why do you do this? Of course, I'm coming back," he said into his phone. He was in a bathroom stall, and was previously depositing his contents that he had eaten earlier.
I was waiting for him outside of the stall. My heart broke for him. Cindy was a little slut, but she was one sexy 'she devil'. I can't say that she was beautiful per se, because that would mean that so was her personality. Unfortunately, her personality sucked. She was one of those rich rotten girls. She was hitting on Cliff before John, but Cliff seemed interested in someone else. He was always too composed for me to see who was the lucky person. So far, he didn't seem to be interested in any of the half-naked fan girls that practically flung themselves at him.
Back to John. "Well, fine. If that's how you feel, go ahead and dump me. Just so you know, this is it. I won't be taking you back this time."
Did I hear correctly? It was over? I could not bring myself to hope. They had always broken up in the past, and gotten back together the next day. I was never able to tell him my feelings.
Keith knew I was gay because I knew he was still in the closet. Also, Cliff knew too. I did not tell him, he was awfully observant, and out spoken. When he knew, he called me an 'ass bandit'. Which, I was annoyed with.
John came out of the bathroom looking like a hurt puppy. I just wanted to kiss that sad pout from his lips.
"Are you ok, dude?"
"I will be, once I get a cold drink," he said surly.
I looked at him and he looked like he needed some rest. He looked like how he was. Drunk.
I said, "John, I think you've had too much to drink."
I was literally running after him. He was so damn tall, and his long legged strides were 2 of mine. I think he was 6'4", and his body was muscled, due to all that drumming. I was like I said, the shortest, elfin looking of the group, standing at 5'7".
I reached him just in time at the bar as he was ordering his drink. "Tell you what, let's go back to the hotel and order one of those fancy wines they have, and you can drink to your heart's content and until your liver fries up and looks a raisin."
He laughed, and I could not stop myself from listening to the richness of his laugh.
"Fine," he agreed and downed his drink like he was drinking milk. Where did all that liquor go?
He came along, like he always did. All he needed was a bed, and I knew very well that once he hit it, it would night-night for him. I did not mind taking care of him like this. I loved him. If I couldn't have him the way I wanted, I was satisfied to have him as my friend.
We reached the hotel room, where he occupied one of the twin beds. John and I shared a room. Keith and Cliff shared the other twin room. I begun with the task of removing all of his clothes, except for his boxers. He was one heavy fella, for someone my stupid size. Being a drummer was totally paying off. He had ropes of muscles on his arms and a very humble four pack sculpted in abdomen.
Impulsively, I pressed a slight kiss on his chest and just stared at him, with a longing that I was quietly accustomed to. Wishing that, one day I could tell him how I truly felt.
"Damn you John," I found myself saying out loud.
I began removing my own clothes down to my boxer briefs.
"When you're not drunk, you are the equivalent of a God. Why do you have to be so damn sexy? Why did I have to fall in love with you?" I asked, annoyed with myself and speaking to the sleeping body of a guy.
This was a guy who probably didn't know how to spell his name at this particular moment, much less remember anything in the morning. I felt myself being a bit cliche-ish. I hated him because I loved him.
"Kyle?"
I went tense. I hoped he hadn't heard anything that I just said. I went to my bed, acting as if I had not heard what he had just said.
I thought, 'You were suppose to be asleep, dammit.'
"Kyle, I heard that," he said, his words still slurred. Damn him! I know I heard a smile in that red-handed statement.
"John, go back to sleep. I didn't say anything," I said quickly, and covered myself from head to toe.
I was not even cold. I just did not want him to be able to see me. I heard some rustling over on his side of the room. I did not even pay any attention to it. He was a restless sleeper. At least that was until I felt someone sit on my bed. I didn't even move.
"John, you're drunk as hell and your going to need your rest for tomorrow. We are going back on the road. Go back to bed."
"Kyle, yes, I am drunk, but not drunk as hell," he said chuckling, and started poking me at my side, causing me to jump.
I sat straight up in my bed and stared at him. "Johnny, you're imagining stuff. Your drunk. Now, Go-Go, back to bed," I said as if speaking to a child and giving him a slight push.
Of course, that didn't even budge him. He just stared at me with a stupidly cute grin on his face, with his dimples just piercing his cheek.
'Dammit heart! Why won't you stop racing?'
I was too slow to react. Before I knew it, one of his huge hands had pulled me into a deep kiss. I went limp, my mind roaring like a lion gone insane. HE was KISSING ME! Out of all the people I'd ever believe would do so.
I had wanted this for too long. My hands clung to him, and I threw myself into that. I wanted to blow his mind. John's hand gripped my waist. His warm hands were burning my flesh. He had lifted me from out of my sheets without me feeling it, and had sat me sideways on his lap. There was not a shadow of a doubt in my mind, that I can say, that whatever was poking at me was a belt buckle. His tongue surprised me, and as it entered my mouth, it began caressing my own in a battle of pure hunger. He was such a great kisser. My nails were digging into his shoulders.
John withdrew his lips from mine. I was left shuddering like a leaf. That was the most intense kiss I'd ever had. Who would have known that it would be from John.