"Un-fucking-fortunately."
Rebekah slid from the driver's seat to Eric's lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. "Keep me company in the backseat?" she whispered into his ear.
Eric's cock instantly hardened. "I hope you don't mind if we take a little nap in the backseat while you drive. We had a long night."
"Of fucking," Jon said. "Yeah, so you said. You really owe me now, Sticks. Making me wait here for three hours after the buses left. Sed absolutely refused to let me even ride in the equipment truck."
"He told you if he caught you doing drugs, you weren't allowed near the tour vehicles again. You're a liability."
"It was just a little cocaine."
"I thought it was crack."
"Oh yeah. But I'm clean now."
Eric wasn't so sure. Jon's eyes looked a bit bloodshot, but probably because he'd been drinking the night before. They weren't glassy though. Maybe Jon was finally clean. Eric hoped so. He wanted that for him.
Eric joined Rebekah in the backseat, and Jon climbed into the driver's seat. They headed east out of Phoenix toward Austin. Rebekah cuddled up against Eric, her face pressed against his side, and promptly fell asleep. Eric was exhausted too, but there was no way he would sleep while Jon was driving, so he just held her while she slept and stroked the smooth skin of her arm.
After nearly an hour of silence, Jon said, "You know, maybe you could say something to Sed about letting me back on the bus." He looked at Eric through the rearview mirror.
"Forget it, Jon. You've had too many chances already. You never learn."
"But you-"
"Owe you. Yeah, I think I'm aware of that. You bring it up every time I see you."
"You know, if I hadn't taken the fall for you, you'd be the one watching a replacement play your music. You have no idea how much that sucks."
"That wasn't the only reason Sed told you to get lost. It was just the last straw."
"I took the fall for you, Eric. Don't forget that."
How could Eric possibly forget when Jon rubbed it in his face constantly? He was half-tempted to tell Sed that he'd been the one to take the band's last five hundred dollars, leaving them without enough money to fix the transmission on the tour bus. Shit. Eric couldn't help that he was a sucker for a pretty face. Speaking of pretty faces. He pressed a kiss to Rebekah's soft hair. She shifted in her sleep, and her hand landed in his lap. Her fingers curled, cupping his balls, while her palm pressed against his suddenly attentive cock.
Eric shifted her hand to his thigh before he contemplated molesting her in her sleep. "I don't know how I'm supposed to repay you, Jon. No matter what I do, it's never enough for you."
Rebekah moved her hand back to his crotch. While she rested against him with her body limp and yielding, as if she were still asleep, she slowly unzipped his pants. Apparently, their talking had woken her.
"You know what I want, Eric," Jon said.
"I tried to get you what you want. Even succeeded once."
Rebekah eased Eric's cock out of his underwear.
"Just because Jace was injured," Jon griped. "That's the only reason they used me. They didn't really want me back in the band."
"Why is it my responsibility to get you back in? You have to earn it. Besides, why would we ever give up Jace? He's fucking awesome, and you know it."
Rebekah curled her hand around Eric's hardening length and stroked him slowly. She turned her head and nipped his nipple through his T-shirt, catching his nipple ring with her teeth and tugging gently. Perhaps she thought he was ignoring her. As if that was possible.
"He's not that great," Jon grumbled. "I'm just out of practice."
"Whatever."
Rebekah slid down Eric's side and leaned over his lap. Eric bit his lip when she drew the head of his cock into her mouth. He tried to stay quiet so he didn't draw Jon's attention to the backseat.
"I can play the new bass riff, can't I?"
"Barely. Jace worked with you for h-h-hourssss … " Eric's eyes rolled into the back of his head as Rebekah sucked and licked the head of his cock. Ripples of delight coursed up and down his length. His balls tightened. She slipped her hand into his underwear to hold them, and he groaned.
"What the fuck? Is she giving you head back there?" Jon met Eric's eyes in the rearview mirror.
"Almost finished," Eric gasped.
She worked him until he erupted into her mouth. She swallowed, sucking until he was spent, and then drew away. She tucked his slackening cock back into his underwear and then zipped his fly. She cuddled against his side again and closed her eyes.
"She wakes up to suck you off then goes back to sleep. Where the fuck do I get a chick like that?" Jon asked.