INTRODUCTION: This is the concluding part of the interlude. Though it does not finish or have any kind of closure at the end of this chapter, it's where I'm leaving it. I'm going to work on the main story after this instead!
DISCLAIMER: I still don't know Busted personally, so cannot reflect upon their true sexualities. None of this happened to the best of my knowledge in real life and I'm SURE Busted don't drink to excess or use illegal substances. Too often.
"Goddamn." James stumbled into some broken glass as he staggered up out of his chair. He was angry that he'd obviously missed a good time last night judging by the mess around him and the way Matt and Charlie were spreadeagled on the bed beside him. This always happened -- he always got drowsy after too much alcohol and it looked like last night had been no exception. His crusty blue shirt proved his suspicions that he'd lost all bodily control last night -- he always dribbled in his sleep, that was why he hated travelling and sleeping on trains. What he didn't know was that the dried dribble on his shirt was also mixed with the cum of his two bandmates.
Coming back from the bathroom, James felt a little more human. His hair still fell lank across his face, getting so long now it was almost in his eyes, but his face was splashed with clean water and he'd had a piss (the whole reason he woke up in the first place). He was so thirsty he'd tried drinking the tap water as he'd splashed his face, but it wasn't cold or plentiful enough. He half laughed to himself as he opened the minibar door: as sure as day turned into night, youcould be sure that the only item left untouched in the Busted minibar was the water!
He greedily gulped down the icy Evian, hating that it only came in the small bottles. For some reason his breath was more disgusting than normal today, the many happy returns of last night's Indian mixed with some salty, musty tang which triggered recognition in the back of James's mind but no more. Still a little drunk, he decided the best course of action was to take a shower. Fully clothed.
Normally James's shower routine was to get nekkid first and then to turn on the water, reaching from outside of the tub until the water's temperature was just right, before stepping in and directing the water at his feet until he'd adjusted it more. But alcohol makes experts of everyone, and while the shower was still icy James plunged in clothes and all. He gasped as the cold water hit him, making his shirt cling to his trim body and his dark denim 3/4 lengths got heavier and heavier. Eventually they just sagged and fell to the floor of the tub leaving just his shirt and Union Jack boxers. The shirt went next, to the floor of the bath as well before James dropped his boxers and stood right under the water, now heating up to a more reasonable temperature.
James threw his head back, letting the water cascade directly onto his face and into his open mouth. He absent-mindedly rubbed his chest against the slight chill of the shower, his hardened nipples erect and causing the water to flow either side of them, around his slight but defined pecs and down to his fuzzy cute belly button. He had the hint of a six-pac but it did not show unless he tensed. From his bellybutton there was a definite treasure trail of dark hair down, where the water now continued through his downy dark pubes, to the base of his cock. Considering the temperature of the water, James's penis was pretty small at present and hanging limp down to his balls, which were also shrunken up and clinging to his body. As the water fell over his shoulders it flowed down his smooth, muscular back and over his perfect bubble butt, with just a slight covering of peachy fuzz on it. It then flowed down his hairy legs (a softer, less coarse hair than Matt's, but definitely more than Charlie's -- James suspected he shaved on the sly) before going over his cute big feet and into the plughole.
The shower was really waking James up. He still felt like shit, his head hurt and he couldn't anticipate EVER eating again, but he felt more alive. He hated the fuzzy-headedness of early morning hangovers. He'd rather just be sick quickly and get it over with, but it looked like today was not going to be a "sick" day. He washed under his armpits, feeling the soft hair under his arms and ran his hands briefly over his back before washing his chest. He enjoyed playing with his nipples, they were like funny toys he had decided, amazing that just by touching and tweaking them he could make them harder and more erect, and then by leaving them a couple of minutes they'd fade back to their original state. He had a small circle of fine blonde hairs around each nipple -- practically invisible unless you looked close up -- and enjoyed watching them change and move in reaction to the current of the downward shower and his own movements on his nipples.
This attention to his nipples was making him a little hard; James forced himself to wash completely before stepping out of the shower, towelling his lovely blonde hair with the small white towels provided by the hotel. He made no attempt to dry the rest of himself; instead he stared at his reflection in the mirror and admired every bit of the specimen before his eyes. He looked again at his pecs and six-pac, liking that he was fit and toned but not overly muscular. As the thinnest of the band (Charlie still had some boyish puppy fat, despite his height, and Matt was quite chunky), James liked being slimmer and having to work less for his muscles to be visible. It was an injoke that he wore skeleton t-shirts all he time purely because he was skin and bone in real life too! But he knew he was more than that, and he knew that thousands of teenage girls (and it hadn't escaped his attention; a few boys too) would kill to have the view that he was having now. He also knew that his cock was responding to his erotic thoughts. He had felt it get heavier and fill with blood as he was playing with his tits in the shower, but now it was rising of it's own accord, currently about at half-mast, sticking out straight from his body and not yet at full size, thickness or strength. He spread his legs a little and began to rub lower, down to his belly button and then running his hands through his still wet and soft pubes. He tickled the base of his cock a little, being careful not to be too full on just yet, he wanted to make this last. His six and a half inches was not much compared to either bandmate -- both registered over the 7 mark, he'd heard them bragging, but it was his, and it was hot.
Suddenly thinking about Charlie and Matt, catching him at any moment made his patience soon go out of the window and before long he was jacking on his cock furiously, desperate to get off. He watched in the mirror as his foreskin flew back and forth over the red, angry-looking knob of his cock, and he reminded himself of how hot he looked. He threw his head back as his orgasm approached, with his right hand he continued pumping and with his left he pinched his left nipple hard, gritting his teeth as his hips bucked involuntarily. At first, there was nothing to be seen and for a second James stopped to note that it was strange that his hips always started cumming before his cock did, and then all coherent though was lost as the orgasm took over. His cock suddenly got harder than it had been previously, swelled to what seemed twice its size, and the first shot flew out of James's dick and over the hotel's full-length mirror. The second followed soon after and splattered slightly below the first's impact. James was in ecstasy, seeing stars with his head still thrown back, his eyes rolling in their sockets. His heartbeat was racing and seemed to be pounding much more heavily than before. His balls had all but disappeared inside his body and his cock was getting sore from all the jacking -- he suddenly realised that his orgasm was over. His softening cock was still weeping a little cum and without thinking James licked off the small amount that had dribbled onto his finger. It was then that James realised what the taste in his mouth had been earlier that morning, he'd had someone else's cum in his mouth earlier that evening!
Hastily grabbing a towel and wrapping it around himself (being a hotel freebie it was small and James's semi made quite a bulge in the white fabric), James went back outside to confront the others about what exactly HAD happened that night.
THE END
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