Anna Anastasia pt. 2
I knew it had to end sometime; I just didn't think it would end like this. By the time I was summoned to Fin's room, Kevin had, from the looks of it, already received a nasty verbal lashing. Fin didn't look too pleased himself. He sat at a table that had papers scattered on top of it. He must've been in the middle of some important managerial work when Jim had come to announce his discovery. His arms were folded across his chest and he shot me a dirty look when I entered, as if the whole situation had been entirely my fault.
Kevin seemed to get most of the flak, however. "I'm disappointed in you, Kevin," Fin said. "Your judgement obviously can't be trusted anymore. She's your keyboard tech! Do you understand how wrong it is for you to be sleeping with her?"
Kevin nodded, but I noticed he seemed to have a hard time looking at anything besides the ground. I wanted to hold him and tell him everything's going to be okay, but I didn't want to piss Fin off anymore than he was. Fin continued chewing him out, threatening to "take disciplinary action" if he and I "continue to make any decisions based on poor judgement". I took this to mean that if Kevin and I were caught in the sack together again, one of us would get the boot. As for Jim, he didn't exactly come out a hero. Fin scolded him for snitching, then he dismissed all three of us.
Jim went off somewhere, probably to find a way to erase the image in his head of Kevin lying on top of me, leaving us standing in the hallway. There were so many things I wanted to say, but none of them wanted to come out. Kevin gave me the "lost puppy" look again, which made me feel even worse.
"I'm sorry it had to end this way," he said softly.
"Me too," I said.
Then he kissed me lightly on the forehead. "Anna Anastasia," he said with a smile.
I took both of his hands and we stood there for a few minutes, just gazing into each other's eyes. Then, we parted company; he going off to his room and I going off to mine. When I got into my room, I crashed on the bed that hadn't even been touched since we'd all checked in that morning. I lay there, staring up at the ceiling for what seemed like forever, thinking about him and how I already missed feeling of his body next to mine. Dammit, it just couldn't end like this! I sat up and looked at the clock. Two a.m. I'd been lying there for four hours.
Knowing Kevin, he'd still be awake as well, thinking about me and wishing I was lying next to him. I tiptoed down the hall, first stopping outside of Fin's room. I pressed my ear to the door and heard snoring. A good sign. I continued down the hall to Kevin's room. Kevin had gotten me a key to the room he and Jim shared by telling the desk clerk that he needed an extra key for Jim. This was a lie, of course; Jim already had a key and was even the first one in the room. The clerk hadn't even bothered to question my Kevvy because, as she said, "You look like a nice enough young man."
I slipped quietly inside the room and closed the door behind me. Except for the familiar sliver of moonlight, it was very dark inside. I could see the outline of Kevin's body on the bed, however. I smiled and began undressing. Then, I slid onto the bed and pulled the covers back. Kevin was asleep, which I first thought was strange, but then I remembered that sex always wore him out. After a night of passion, he'd sleep like a rock and it would take a lot of shaking from Tyler to wake him up. I knew of another, much more fun way to wake him up, however.
I pulled his boxer shorts off and tossed them aside. I found his penis and began stroking it until it became hard. He started groaning softly as he awoke, and I whispered "Shhh," just before taking him in my mouth. He spread his legs wider and moaned quietly as I slid my mouth up and down the shaft of his cock. I sucked harder when I tasted precum in my mouth. I could tell by his breathing that he was enjoying every minute; he always did love a good hummer.
I gave him one during a show once. He'd been very horny that day because the band had gone straight through without stopping at a hotel, so we hadn't been able to do it. With the nature of the onstage banter, he was afraid he'd get aroused and pop a boner onstage. So, while he was supposed to be changing his shirt, we went into the bathroom, where he unzipped his pants, took his dick out, and let me help him relieve some of his "tension." It was one of our favourite moments together.
As Kevin started to orgasm, my eyes started to adjust to the light in the room It was then that I noticed he had red pubic hair. *That's strange* I thought. Then it hit me. I had a mouth full of Creeggan. I let go of his dick and clamped a hand over my mouth to muffle my screams as I raced to the bathroom.
Without turning on the light, I turned on the faucet and began gargling hot water. Then, I began rifling through Kevin's shaving kit, trying to find mouthwash or toothpaste or something to get rid of the extreme uncleanliness I felt in my mouth. I would've drank bleach had I been able to find some. I couldn't see, so I flipped on the light and found a travel-sized bottle of Listerine. I gargled the whole thing, but it didn't help.
Since I was still naked, I left the bathroom and retrieved my clothes. I dressed myself right there; I figured it really didn't matter now whether Jim saw me naked or not. I heard the bed squeak as he sat up.
"Hey, um, could you do me a favor?" he asked.
Had I been of sound mind, I would have replied, "What do you think I just did?" Instead, I remained silent.
"Could you hand me the box of kleenex on the table over there? I've, uh, got kind of a mess over here."
I grabbed the box and stomped over to the bed.
"You motherfucking bastard!" I screamed as I beat him over the head with the box. "You asshole! How could you?"
The door opened and Kevin turned on the light as he entered the room. I saw him standing there with a confused look on his face and I dropped the box and ran over to him.
"Where the hell were you?" I sobbed as I pounded his chest.
"I was depressed, so I went downstairs for a few drinks," he said, though he smelled like he'd had more than a few. "What happened?"
"That son of a bitch tricked me!" I yelled as I pointed at Jim.
"I didn't trick you!" Jim retorted. "I didn't do a damn thing! You're the one who came in here and started sucking on me!"
"Because I thought you were him!" I poked Kevin in the chest. Then I pointed an accusing finger at Jim. "You were supposed to be in the other bed! You were in the wrong fucking bed!"
"I was tired so I crashed on this bed because it was the closest to the door. Is that a crime?"
I buried my head in Kevin's chest and bawled. He held me so close that I could hear his heart beating, and he stroked my hair while whispering, "It's okay. Everything's gonna be all right."
"Kevin, I'm sorry," said Jim. "Even though I didn't do anything."
"It's okay, Jim," he said. "But could you please put your pants back on?"
While Jim put his boxers back on and cleaned up his "mess," Kevin took
off his jacket and led me over to the other bed. He sat down and laid back
against the headboard, and I curled up in his lap. I looked over Jim, and
by the expression on his face, I knew there was no way in hell he was going
to tell Fin about this.