While We Waited
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“I wouldn’t,” I say.
Sam makes a gagging noise from his side of the table and Peck elbows him in the side. “What?”
“Stop giving them a hard time,” she scolds. “I think it’s sweet.”
Peck makes Sam get up, and says, “I’m going to feed Sammy one last time before we go to sleep.”
Sam wipes his mouth. “I’ll go with you.”
“Should I go and feed Benji?” Tag asks.
Sam points to Peck’s boobs. “Dude, she’s got the bottles.”
“Oh,” Tag says, his face turning red. “Forgot about that.”
“Marta will take care of Benji,” Peck assures him. “I’ll look in on him while I’m there if you want.”
Tag nods. “That would be great. Thanks.”
They leave, and Tag wraps his palm around the back of my neck and pulls me to him so he can kiss me. “So, how long do you think they’ll be gone?”
“Not that long. Sammy eats quick.” I open my mouth when he teases my lips with his tongue and I sigh into his mouth. He has me breathless in seconds. “I had better get to bed,” I say, but my heart is racing.
He looks toward the tiny bunk beds in the back of the bus. They’re no bigger than coffins.
“Do you want the top or the bottom?” I ask.
“Why, Finny, did you just proposition me?” He lays a hand on his chest and pretends to be shocked.
I shake my head and grin. “No, I just wanted to know which bed I should crawl into.”
“Mine,” he says quickly.
My heart thuds. “I don’t think so.”
“Fine. You go pick one, and I’ll crawl in with you.” He starts to clean up the pizza while I go wash off my makeup, brush my teeth, and brush out my hair.
I climb into the bottom bunk and pull the privacy curtain behind me. “Good night, Tag,” I call out.
The curtain shifts and I see his head appear. “Can I come in?” he asks. He waits in the opening for me to decide.
“I’ve never…”
“I know,” he says softly. “I get it.” He looks at me a beat too long and I have to look away. There’s so much want in his eyes that I don’t know what to do with it all. “Can I come in?”
I nod and he pulls back. I hear his jeans rustle as he slips them off, and then he goes and brushes his teeth. He comes back to the bed and climbs in beside me. There’s barely enough room for one, much less two. He bangs his head on the roof. “Ouch,” he cries.
I roll onto my side, trying to make more room for him, but he’s a big guy. “I don’t think you’ll fit,” I tell him on a silly, frantic giggle.
“I’ll fit. I promise.” He wiggles until he’s flat on his back and then he lifts an arm and draws me in to his side. He points to the spot where his shoulder meets his arm. “Your head, it goes here.”
I remember when we had sex and I told him where his dick went. “Okay,” I say, and I settle into the spot, rooting around until I find the perfect place to rest my face. “I’m scared,” I whisper. “I’ve never done this before.” My heart is pounding and my skin is clammy.
He kisses my forehead, his lips lingering for a beat too long. “I won’t hurt you, Finny,” he whispers.
He grabs my leg and pulls it across his lap, and I can feel the ridge of his dick. He’s hard. “Did you want to–” I start to ask.
But he shushes me. “I’m doing exactly what I want to do.”
He holds me close until my shivers stop and my heart slows its frantic pace. I melt against him and close my eyes.
“I’ve never done this before. I might be bad at it,” I whisper in the darkness.
“You’re definitely not bad at it.”
After a few minutes, I start to yawn. “Hey, Tag,” I whisper.
“Hey, Finny,” he whispers back.
“You’re really good at this,” I tell him.
“It’s all you, Finny,” he says. “All you.”
Tag
I wake up in the early morning to the feel of the bus rocking. It’s just a gentle bump, but I still blink my eyes open and look out the tiny window. The sun is just barely up over the horizon. Finny giggles in my arms and I look down at her.
“They’re like rabbits,” she whispers, scooting up so she can speak quietly by my ear.
“What’s like rabbits?” I scrub a hand down my face and try to wake up.
“Sam and Peck.”
“Oh. That’s them?”
“Screwing. Again.” She rolls her eyes and presses her lips against my chin. “Good morning.” She nuzzles her head against my neck.
My dick is hard and I have people four feet from me going at it like they haven’t seen one another in a year. Peck starts to make quiet little noises that make me want to stick my fingers in my ears and sing out lalalalalalalalala.
Finny lifts herself up and straddles my hips, her chest flush against mine. “Do you want me to take your mind off of it?”
I hold her face in my hands and look into her eyes. “What did you have in mind?” She kisses me softly. She tastes like morning and awesome all rolled into one tiny body. “That’ll work,” I mumble when she finally lifts her head. My brain feels like mush and I realize I’m kiss-drunk.
Peck’s noises grow and then crest, and I close my eyes tightly, trying to drown out the sounds. But Finny shouts like she’s at a ballgame and sits up a little in the tiny space so she can clap. “Hell yeah!” she says. “Nice work, Sam!”