Kevin was diagnosed with a Grade 1 concussion, which meant that it was a mild concussion and considerably less severe than we thought. He had to stay in the hospital overnight as a precaution, much to his dismay. The poor guy was terrified of being in a hospital again. I wanted to stay with him but the hospital wouldn't allow it. He hugged me the next day, and I felt even worse for him.
The rest of the crew had gone ahead to St. Paul, but I stayed with the band because Kevin insisted upon it. Fin wasn't going to argue with a guy who'd just suffered a head injury, so he let Kevin have his way. It was a long ride to St. Paul and everyone was exhausted. The band had retreated to their bunks, except for Kevin, who found it more comfortable to sleep on the couch in the commons area. I slept in Kevin's bunk because I didn't feel like crawling up to the empty bunk above. I slept for what seemed like forever, until I heard a muffled thump. I pulled the slider open just a crack and noticed I seemed to be the only one awakened by the sound. I heard it again and looked at the bunk across from me.
For reasons I was unsure of, Ed had the slider of his bunk halfway open. (Later I would figure out that it was probably for ventilation.) He was lying on his back with his knees bent and his head propped up with a pillow. I couldn't see past Ed's knees, but I assumed his pants were pulled down to his ankles. He had what I assumed was a dirty magazine propped up on his thighs. This was so he could hold his dick with both hands. I watched him jack off, and I found myself becoming aroused. I quietly unzipped my pants and slid my hand underneath my panties. I touched myself and watched Ed touch himself. He had an odd way of masturbating; he would alternate between stroking and jerking. The thumping sound came from when he'd start jerking his cock and his head would hit the wall of the bunk. I noticed his dick was even larger when it was hard. As I fingered myself, I imagined Ed's huge dick inside of me.
I came at the same time Ed did; fortunately, Kevin always kept a box of Kleenex in his bunk. I looked over at Ed's bunk and saw him holding a large wad of Kleenex. I saw him climb out of his bunk and pull up his pants. Then, he walked off somewhere, probably to throw the Kleenex away. While he was gone, I closed the slider to Kevin's bunk and lay in the darkness. I zipped up my pants and wadded up the Kleenex before rolling over and going back to sleep.
When we arrived at the hotel, everyone still seemed tired. The band members had to double up again, unfortunately. The good news was that Jim decided to go try out the hotel pool with Tyler, which gave me some alone time with Kevin. He was still exhausted; he probably didn't get any sleep when he was in the hospital. I curled up next to him on the bed and put my arms around him. I knew he needed that.
"Thanks for staying with me on the bus," he said.
"I would've curled up on the couch with you, but I didn't want to push too many of Fin's buttons," I said.
"Just knowing you were there was enough." He was silent for a moment, then he blurted out, "I'm in love with you."
"I think that's the concussion talking," I said.
"No, I really am."
"No, Kevin, you only think you're in love with me. You're--how does the song go?--mistaking lust for love."
"You're mistaking love for lust," he said. "You know, when we're off tour, I keep wishing I was still on tour so I could be with you."
"I thought you had a girlfriend?"
"I do, but it's because I'm only fooling myself. I realized that last night when I was in the hospital and couldn't sleep. I starting thinking about things, and I realized I'm in love with you."
I suddenly felt very uncomfortable. "I--I think I'm gonna go take a walk."
I felt bad about leaving him alone, but I needed to get out. This wasn't supposed to be that kind of relationship. There wasn't supposed to be any love involved, at least, not that kind. I sighed and couldn't look at anything but the floor, which is why I suddenly found myself colliding with Ed.
"Whoa, are you okay?" he asked as I staggered backward.
"Yeah... Sorry. I should watch where I'm going."
"I was looking for you by the way."
I suddenly became very flustered. "Y-you were?"
"Yeah, I was going to ask for a back rub. I've had this huge knot ever since that hockey game."
"Well... sure, I could give you a back rub."
"Great!" he said. "Let's go into my room."
I wasn't sure why, but I felt a little nervous when I entered Ed and Steve's room and noticed Steve wasn't there. "Where's Steve?"
"He decided to go down to the pool with Ty and Jim. I didn't go because I didn't feel like getting wet."
My mind suddenly took a dive into the gutter after that comment.
"Okay, so should I lay down or something?" he asked.
"Oh, uh, yeah. On the bed's fine." I mentally smacked myself.
Ed laid on his stomach on the bed, and I sat next to him.
"Do I need to take my shirt off or anything?" he asked.
"Yeah, it'll work better that way," I replied. I mentally smacked myself again.
I looked at his tattooed upper body and felt my face turning red.
"You seem nervous," he said.
"I dunno why," I said. "I mean, I've already seen you naked, so I dunno what there is for me to be nervous about." Smack!
Fortunately, he laughed. "It's okay. It was an accident. So, how 'bout that back rub?"
"Oh yeah, sorry."
I knew I was in trouble the minute I started working his massive shoulders. I started drifting into a euphoric trance and I found myself breathing on his thick, muscular neck. He didn't seem to mind, however. I kept working his back muscles until I was down at his waist. He didn't seem to care that I was now sitting on his ass.
"You know, I could do your leg muscles, too," I said.
"That sounds nice," he said.
I took it as a yes, and I slipped my hands underneath him and undid his pants. I pulled them off, leaving him in only his underwear. I concentrated mainly on his thighs, running my hands as far up his groin as I could. I knew I was getting aroused, but I didn't care.
"I'm kinda hot," I said. I wished I could take it back as soon as I said it, but then he surprised me.
"Maybe you should take your clothes off, too," he said.
I took everything off, even my bra and panties. I then laid on top of him, rubbing my nipples against his back. He sat up, so I moved. He turned around and scanned every inch of my body with his eyes. Then, he took off his boxers, and there it was. I didn't think it could get any bigger than it was when it was soft, but it did. I thought dicks like that only existed in porn movies, but I was wrong. Ed put his hand on my cheek and leaned in to kiss me, but I stopped him.
"Wait," I said. "You're married."
"But right now, I'm lonely, and very, very horny," he said.
I couldn't argue with that. I kissed him hard on the mouth and forced my tongue inside his mouth. He moaned and pulled his body closer to mine. I kissed his neck down to his chest, then I kissed him down the middle of his stomach until I got to his penis. I kissed the head of his dick, and I made an attempt to suck it, but it was just too big for me to do to it what I wanted to do.
I sat up and Ed began kissing my neck. It wasn't the same as when Kevin did it, but it still turned me on. When he got to the back of my neck, he whispered, "Lie down." I lay on my stomach and I felt his calloused fingers running down my body, and then I felt him touching my ass. I felt him spread my ass-cheeks apart, and then I felt him thrust his horse-sized dick inside of me. I groaned as he started thrusting hard. Then, I did something I never did before; I called out someone else's name.
"Oh God, yes... Oh yes... Oh Kevin!" I shouted. The thrusting stopped.
"Um, last time I checked, my name was Ed," he said.
I started crying and he pulled out.
"What's wrong?" he asked. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to."
I looked up into his blue eyes. "No, it's not that," I said. "It's Kevin. I'm in love with him."
Ed hugged me as I wiped my eyes. "Go to him," he said. "He needs you and you need him."
I quickly got dressed and left the naked guitarist. Quietly, I entered
Kevin's room and found my keyboardist fast asleep. As always, he looked
like an angel. I brushed a lock of hair away from his forehead and kissed
him lightly. Then I curled up next to him. He stirred in his sleep and
put his arm around me. My guilt was gnawing away at me, but I managed to
fall asleep anyway. Then, I woke up screaming.