"I need your help," he whispered softly, sincerely. Childlike.
She hesitated. They'd barely even been friends, let alone a pair that would consort to aid one another.
"Oh?" she raised an eyebrow curiously.
"I want...." his voice trailed off. His eyes were aflame with mischief; an emotion she recognized all too well in those eyes. His usual. His charm.
Her interest was certainly piqued. So she waited, giving him the time to formulate the words that were elluding his soft, supple lips.
"I want your help," he repeated, stumbling over his words as a child would their untied shoelaces. "I want to...."
"You said that already," she teased, her own brown orbs warming to his pleading chocolate gems.
"I know," he sighed. "This is hard for me."
Honesty. From him. Of all people. She was shocked.
"Alright, so, you're being a gentleman and you're being honest, this is a first," she chided. "What's up?"
"Stop!," he grinned. "Don't make this harder for me."
"Alright?" she smiled warmly, welcoming his statement, whatever it might be.
"I want to...do stuff," his voice was barely above a whisper.
"With me?" she practically shrieked.
"No, no," he chuckled. "I could never do that to Joe."
"Oh," she smiled reassuringly. "Then with who?"
"Joe," he choked on his twin brother's name.
She was lost. Confused. Had he just said what she thought he'd said?
"I need your help," he pleaded. "He'll....he'll never go for this."
His expression was confused, sad, lost and needing rescue.
"I need your help," he reiterated, bowing his head and breaking their eye contact.
"What do you expect me to do for you?" she sighed.
"I have a plan," he grinned, grabbing her hand and leading her back toward the band's bus.
*~*~*
"Just lay back," she grinned. "Trust me."
"I totally trust you," he smirked. "But you've got a devilish look in your eyes tonight."
"I know," she smirked back, unbuttoning his khaki shorts and yanking them over the soft slope of his hips.
He gasped as she threw his shorts across their hotelroom, sliding her hands tauntingly over his exposed abdomen.
"What, no underwear today?" she laughed.
"Nah," he grinned. "I was free-balling it!"
The couple erupted into laughter.
She hushed him, grabbing a hold of his quickly hardening cock. "Don't ruin the mood!"
"Alright then," he laughed and reclined back on the bed. "I'll just let you take the lead."
"Mmmhmm," she grinned as she ran the tip of her tongue over his body, heading due South.
She worked her feminine charms over his erection, weaving her tongue as a spider would a delicate web. Before long, his head was thrown back into the pillows and the soft, tell-tale moans of ecstacy were escaping his rough, stubbled throat. She gestured faintly to an individual waiting in the doorway, and watched as his form approached the bed with hesitancy and anxious glee.
"Joe, baby," she whispered, trying not to excite him from his orally induced haze. "Billy's going to take over, okay?"
She could have asked him for a million dollars- or donkeys- right now and he would have moaned yes: this, she knew. Perhaps it was wrong to take advantage of his weakness to bring in a third party. His brother. His twin. His other half. But the thought was exciting to her, exhilarating. So she moved aside to make room for the third warm body and allowed his lips to envelope her lover, renewing his sensual moans.
