Unexpected

Chapter 10

Zaragoza. Last gig of the European tour. We were all at the band's dressing room sharing some moments together before the show. James walked in circles across the room, waving his hands in the air, gasping for air. He was nervous and we were all quiet, just hearing him complain.

"15 minutes for the show! How come the fucking PA's are not working properly?" He asked.

"We're trying to fix it." Tom said.

"Now? You only noticed that now? What have you guys been doing the whole fucking afternoon?" He asked furious.

"They were working then!" The other claimed.

"We can't go on stage with just half of the PA's working. The sound will be shit and part of the kids won't be able to listen to it. Go fix the god damn thing!" He ordered. I had never seen him that pissed off. Tom looked at him and didn't say a thing. "What are you still doing here?" He almost yelled and that was it for me. I got up from the couch, where I was sat next to Lars, and walked to him.

"James..." I said grabbing his hand. Some eyes set on us but I didn't care. "They are trying to fix it and it will be working, stay calm." I spoke quietly.

"This shit can't happen. That's what sound check is for!" He retorted.

"It was working then." Lars exclaimed.

"Look, let's go for a walk." I suggested pulling him.

First he resisted but I still pulled him and he ended up following me. I looked back and Lars winked at me and Kirk just waved a hand for me to take James away from there. I almost giggled at his gesture but I could keep the control over it. James could be intense when he was mad at something.

"This can't happen!" He told me following me down the corridor.

"Sometimes bigger things stand above us." I told him.

I walked into my room and locked the door. James just stayed there watching me.

"What are you doing?" He asked clueless.

I shot him a smile and kneeled on the floor in front of him. Then, I took my hands to his belt. I knew exactly what to do to relax him. James pulled away though.

"Cleo... no..." He said.

I crocked up an eyebrow. James was refusing a blowjob? But I was stubborn. I took him there with a goal, so I took my hands to his belt again and unbuckled it. James tried to grab my hands.

"Are you out of your mind? I have to go on stage in a couple of minutes!" He claimed.

I understood him then, but five minutes were more than enough if I did it really well.

"You need to relax first." I said looking up and unzipping his jeans.

Then, I shot him a saucy smile and he pulled his hips back when he felt my hand diving inside.

"No... There's not time." He still claimed.

"Just shut up." I said pulling his jeans down to his knees and then his boxers.

"No... Cleo... don't do this." He said trying to get away from me.

But I managed to grab him and a soft moan escaped his lips. Then, I licked the head and circled my tongue on it.

"Oh God..." He sighed. "No..." He continued.

I ignored his words and I locked my lips on his half-erected member and bobbed my head up and down a bit.