Chris, Dom, and Tom can all remember respectively their first times in walking in on Chris and Matt having sex. The first time in the Midtfyns Festival didn’t count as they didn’t walk into them so much as they heard them through the door separating the lounge area and the bunks, but it does count as a first time as a group to suffer from it.
They all agree that it is a mortifying experience. Individually, they had their own first time encounters.
Dom was the first before the two of them even became an official couple. Then came Chris when he wanted to find anyone for extra cigarettes to share. And then there was Tom when he wanted to do a little behind the scenes with his video camera and had to wipe the entire tape as a result of what he had encountered.
The thing is, Chris and Matt fuck. A lot. Almost anyone can get struck by such a first time encounter to their sex lives. When anyone outside of the band speak of their woes in walking into the couple while the two are going about it, they take pity and understand.
But when anyone bitches about how disgusting it is of what the two are doing as men, they curtly remind them that they don’t tolerate bigots, warn them to never, ever be near their group, and get security to escort them out.
The problem, as they have unfortunately found out, lies in the fact that Matt has an almost insatiable appetite for sex. As a result of it, Chris’ sex drive had increased to be able to keep up and keep Matt thoroughly fucked and satisfied.
They weren’t the only ones to suffer from it, as testified from Jonny, Guy, Will, and even Phil. And then further testified by several people.
“What is there to congratulate for, Dom?! I feel like I need bleach for my eyes and my brain for walking in on them before you pulled me out of there!”
“I’m congratulating you because you’ve now experienced first hand of what we’ve gone through. Think of it like baptism through fire.”
“You mean to tell me you guys have been through this before and never tell me?!” Anderson says, sounding melodramatic.
“Didn’t the scarf tied on the doorknob warned you?” Dom looks at Anderson, befuddled then contemplative, twirling an unlit cigarette that he had just pulled out of his packet. “Hmm, guess we didn’t update that memo to exactly everyone in the crew.”
“You should’ve warned me.”
“Again, memo. And trust me, Anderson. That scarf is the biggest marked improvement to avoid that many incident. And it was only possible after the Dave Grohl incident,” Anderson doesn’t dare ask what the ‘Dave Grohl incident’ is. “Before that, we had to be wingmen, staying outside by the door to prevent accidental entrances and warn anyone nearby from walking into them.”
Anderson’s face turn white, his eyes looking at Dom with sheer horror.
Dom gives a nod as he lights his cigarette.
“Now you understand why we’re so thankful that they actually remember to put scarves on the doorknobs now.”
Chris is excited for this event for weeks now. Having Kelly around for the tour, even for a few days, is both a joy and a relief for him. He misses her, especially as the tour is longer than the previous ones the band had done. She didn’t bring the kids this time around, and he knows exactly why.
It’s been awhile since he and Kelly last had sex, especially in a hotel, so he’s taking any chances to enjoy the sex and making his wife a very happy woman.
They are already starting early with the foreplay, with the two of them making out as soon as they got out of the elevator to their intended floor. And more than impatient when Chris pushes Kelly against the wall by the hallway and kisses her once more.
“Someone’s an eager beaver right now,” Kelly giggles as Chris nibbles at her neck. “I like it.”
“We’re not going to have much sleep tonight.”
“That a challenge, Chris?”
“I aim to please.”
They both jumped when they hear a loud bang on the door right next to them.
“What was that?” Kelly asks.
Turning to where the noise is coming from, they noticed that the door isn’t locked, the latch keeping it from fully closed. From the door, they can clearly hear the voices of two men. The sounds have Chris’ mind freeze, a move all too familiar in reaction with those familiar sounds. The number on the door plate are but confirms whose room the sex noises are coming from.
He turns his face back to see Kelly with eyes wide open.
She can hear it as well.
“Oh no…” he mutters under his breath, his head lowered.
“Is it… is it the two of them? Chris and Matt?” she whispered.
Chris nods morosely. “Yeah. Let’s get a move on before it gets awkward.”
He pulls away from the wall to get a move on to get away from Chris and Matt’s room as soon as possible. But then Kelly started to move the opposite direction, towards where the sex noises are coming from. It was by his fast hands that Chris manages to stop her from going back there.
“Love, are you doing what I think you're doing?” Chris asks, an eyebrow raised.
“Just wanted a little peek. It’s not like I was going to disturb them!”
Of all the things that he and Kelly shared talks with before, he’d never thought he had to say this to his wife. “Don’t be a perv, Kelly.”
As they move away and distanced themselves from the noise, Chris isn’t sure what is worse. That their intimate moment got ruined by his best friends having sex, or that Kelly wanted to go and watch them like a voyeur.
Tom is showing off to Paul of the area set up for the cameras and recording that he will be directing over for the band’s performance. In effect, it is his own personal stage, one that is important in making a band of three people able to wow people in arenas and convention centres to compensate for what little three men can provide for entertainment.
Paul is quite impressed by how his skills have grown alongside with his best friends. While Tom thanks him humbly, it does feel nice to appreciated for doing something that many people other than the musicians themselves take for granted, even if it’s Matt’s brother complimenting him.
Then Paul tells him that he wants to go see Matt to see his little brother off before the show and Tom is more than happy to lead the way.
While chatting amicably with Paul, Tom spots a scarf tied to the doorknob to the dressing room–
And then Tom forces them to change directions and go to another room reserved for family and friends. Paul might complain now, but it is best that he doesn’t have to thank him in the first place. It’s a lot better that it’s the brother here rather than Matt’s mother.
“Aren’t you worried that we’re doing too much of this?”
“Too much of what? Sex?” Matt frowns. “No way.”
“I’m concerned though. It’s one thing that we were found out to be a couple, but another thing entirely that involves our sex lives. Aren’t you worried that this will leak out to the media and the fans eventually if we’re not careful?”
“I get where you’re going with this, but so far none of the latter has happened yet.”
“But we are causing more attention towards what we do. It’s no longer might be situation, but a will be situation. Maybe we should do this somewhere else with more privacy. Like in a hotel room.”
“Like where we are right now?” Matt purrs, kissing up Chris’ neck.
Matt giggles before he shares a soft kiss with Chris.
“Relax, love. We’re covered by our friends and the crew and legally bound contracts. Even had to promise to put on a scarf on the doorknob whenever we’re going to fuck.”
“Didn’t we had to sign a letter to do it or else they will no longer help us?”
“Yes,” Matt rolls his eyes. “I can’t believe that we needed eyewitnesses to sign it too.”
“It is to make sure that we follow the agreements.”
“Back to regards of your concern, I understand that you want us to be careful, and we will. But we’ll discuss it later, after this,” Matt purrs, hands sliding down from Chris’ chest.
Chris can’t help but smile and kiss him, and soon they were both too busy with each other to have any discussions.