Life is good for Ryan and Ben, together at last. They spend a relaxing day before Salvation's gig at a small club in New Orleans. No one's seen Cameron for a few days, but they're not worried. He probably had business to take care of. See what's going on in this week's chapter of In Pieces. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!
The day had been perfect, and so far the night was gearing
up to be more of the same. While Salvation rehearsed during the late morning
and early afternoon, Ryan took advantage of the time to organize his thoughts
for the book, setting up a tentative outline on his computer. Subject to
change, of course, should inspiration steer him in a different direction.
When he’d first been contacted about the job with the band,
he’d wondered why him, of all the authors in the world. He wasn’t exactly
famous, and his area of expertise, such as it was, lay in the realm of fiction,
not biographies or whatever this actually would become. Of course he realized
now that was all because of Ben, that he was Ben’s first and only choice and
his selection was far from accidental, for which he was grateful. Still, he was
determined to do the best job he could in this unfamiliar genre. He wanted Ben
to be proud of him. He wanted the entire group’s approval, since his book would
reflect on them as well.
After rehearsal, the band went out for lunch and stuffed
themselves with Cajun hamburgers and fries which were greasy and spicy and very
delicious. It occurred to Ryan that they hadn’t seen Cameron in a few days, since
maybe Wednesday morning—when he’d upset Ben so greatly by openly hitting on
Ryan—but no one seemed to really mind. He was probably just away on business or
something. Not like they needed a chaperone. Ryan hadn’t thought he lived there
full time anyway, so maybe this wasn’t unusual for him. On the plus side, Abby seemed more relaxed
than she’d been before. Luckily, Brandon didn’t make an appearance, which Ryan
was half afraid he might, although Abby did mention in passing that he hoped to
be able to join them for that night’s concert. Ryan found himself hoping Brandon
wasn’t able to make it.
The weather was beautiful, although the threat of rain
lingered so thickly in the air you could almost feel it.
“Good thing we’re not playing outside tonight,” Ben
commented. They were relaxing in Cameron’s back yard, lazing in plastic-slatted
lounge chairs—barefoot and shirtless—sipping sweet tea as they breathed in the
jasmine-scented air. Ben’s reasoning had been they should spend what time they
could outside as the air in Petit Chou, the club they were playing that evening,
was not likely to be as fragrant, and they’d be shut up inside all night except
for occasional breaks. Assuming it didn’t rain.
“And tomorrow we get a day of rest,” Aiden commented. He and
Abby had comes out of the house and sat close to them in matching lawn chairs.
Abby wore cut-off jean shorts that showed off her slender legs and a pink crop
top that bared her midriff. Keanu and Deacon were doing their own thing
somewhere else.
“No rest for the wicked,” Ben said with a grin. Ryan gave
him a startled look.
“Actually we hit the road tomorrow,” Ben explained. “Say
good-bye to luxury, guys. It’s motels and fast food for us. At least for the
next few weeks.”
Hitting the road. That sounded glamorous to Ryan. The idea of being able to travel with Ben was
intoxicating. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a proper vacation.
Maybe not since he was a kid. And the situation was filled with potential for
more alone time and more privacy with Ben. Unless….
“We’re not all going to be crammed into one room are we?” he
asked apprehensively. His words produced a giggle from Abby and a snort from
Aiden.
“Don’t worry, we’ll have our own room.” Ben winked at Ryan,
whose cheeks felt suddenly warm. Was he that transparent?
“Marge faxed me our itinerary this morning. We get to sleep
in tomorrow, but I want to be on the road by noon so we can check out the town
a little bit while it’s still light.”
“Where we going first?” Ryan asked. He almost lost his train
of thought when Ben slid one bare foot along his leg in a slow sinuous crawl.
“Lake Charles,” Ben said. “Marge said she’d meet us there.
She has some paperwork or something.”
“I hope they have good crawfish there,” Abby said. She
shifted on the chair, stretching out her legs.
“I’ve had a craving for some
lately. Extra spicy.”
“It’s Lousiana. Of course there’s crawfish,” Aiden stated.
“Maybe some fried okra to go with?”
“Mmm, boiled peanuts,” Ben said.
“What are those?” Ryan asked.
“Just to die for,” Ben replied. “And sooo addictive. Can’t
stop eating them once you start.”
“And fried pickles,” Aiden added. “Gotta have fried
pickles.”
“Do they fry everything here?” Ryan asked with a laugh.
“Everything worth eating,” Ben said. He continued to caress
Ryan’s leg. If only they were alone… Ryan tried to focus on something else.
“Well, we’ll certainly be doing a lot of eating on this
trip, won’t we?” The words were innocent but the look Ben shot Ryan was
positively fraught with innuendo. He felt his cock begin to swell. Damn. Oh well, tonight
would have to do.
to be continued
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