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For a band as young and fortuitous as Jamiroquai, embarking on a European tour just three weeks after your debut record drops and Sony signs you an unprecedented eight album deal is no small feat. Though, even when you find yourself incredibly lucky and successful, you can still have room to complain.
Traveling to a different country every other night as a ten piece band who doesn’t quite have the budget for private planes just yet leaves limited options. Fortunately, the label provided a tour bus to haul both the band and their thousands of pounds of equipment all across Europe for their Summer ‘93 concert lineup. While grateful, no one is necessarily eager to now be forced into close living quarters with each other, especially after becoming somewhat spoiled on their promotional tour of the UK where each of them had their own separate hotel rooms.
There are nine bunks and one master bedroom on the bus. Only problem is, the private suite is being used as storage for luggage and equipment since they couldn’t afford another vehicle to transport them separately. Someone is going to have to share .
Jay announces that he will be the one to sacrifice and share with the unlucky bedfellow. The band draws straws to determine who gets to sleep where. In the end, it’s Stuart who pulls the shortest straw and a chorus of knowing chuckles erupts from the band as the bassist’s eyebrows furrow and lips pull into a displeased frown.
A sly smile spreads across Jay’s face as his gaze meets Stuart’s. “What’s the matter, Stu? You don’t want to sleep with me?” Jay teases. Stuart rolls his eyes, the innuendo not lost on him. “Piss off.” He mutters.
It’s not the fact that Stuart has to spend the night in close proximity to Jay that bothers him, deep down he’s thanking every known deity in the universe for providing him with this rare opportunity. He fears, though, that his long standing, complex feelings towards Jay that he’s tried so desperately to repress will surface. Over the past year, the enigmatic frontman has occupied his mind more than he’d like. With his effortless charm and passion he puts into every performance, Stuart feels no different than the swooning girls in the crowd as he’s playing beside him onstage.
Not to mention the guilt and confusion surrounding his sexuality when it comes to Jay. All his life Stuart has fancied girls, but Jay for some inexplicable reason is the only man who has made him question if that’s all he fancies – and he can’t even have him. It’s likely things would be awkward with the band or he wouldn’t show any reciprocity in the first place. Though, there have been a few times when Stuart has had his suspicions when Jay sings in his direction and his eyes linger, or how often he toes the line between banter and antagonistic flirting.
With an exaggerated yawn, the singer climbs up the ladder to his bunk and prepares to settle in, but not before bidding his fellow band members goodnight. “Well, I’m knackered. G’nite mates! Looking forward to whoever decides to show up in my bed tonight.” Jay says sarcastically.
The rest of them stay up to chat and take full advantage of the amenities the bus came furnished with, including a TV with a Sega Mega Drive. Not for very much longer though, and soon they all succumb to the beckoning call of the sandman.
Stuart searches the cupboards for a spare pillow and blanket but is dismayed to find there is none, so he takes the crochet afghan and decorative cushion from the couch instead, as uncomfortable as they may be. In the middle of the walkway, he attempts to make himself at home when he captures the attention of Toby who shoots him an amusedly puzzled look.
“What on Earth are you doing, Stuart?” Toby asks with a chuckle. Stuart smacks the cushion a few times to fluff it and lays his head down then delivers a curt reply. “I’m turning in, what does it look like?”
“You can’t sleep here, you’ll block the entrance to the loo.” Toby gestures to the frosted glass door to a bathroom the size of a telephone booth.
Scoffing, Stuart walks off to the front end of the tour bus where the den area is and decides to give the couch a try. “Don’t tell us you’re still sore about pulling the short straw.” Nick says.
“Not sore, just… being the real courteous one in making sure everyone has their privacy.” Stuart retorts, continuing to shift around yet still not finding a sleeping position that feels natural.
Nick shakes his head. “It’s not working out like you thought, is it?”
“Look, Stu, it can’t be that bad. Jay’s already sound asleep, there’s no need to get all weird about it.” Wallis chimes in. “Besides, you two are the most petite out of all of us, so there’ll definitely be room to spare.”
Accepting his fate, Stuart sighs and realizes he’s just going to have to suck it up and swallow his feelings for his friend like never before. “Sleep tight, you privileged wankers.” He jokes dryly as he shuts out the light, walking to the back of the bus.
Pulling back the privacy curtain so he can climb in, Stuart allows himself an extra moment to pause and admire Jay in a way he usually can’t. His white beanie and blue Adidas track jacket are discarded at the end of the bed. He looks so tranquil, the passing amber street lights illuminate his prominent cheekbones, highlighting his ethereal, masculine beauty. Jay’s lips tug into a smirk as he opens one eye. “Staring isn’t polite, you know.” Stuart’s face heats up in embarrassment at being caught.
‘Sound asleep’ huh? Must be a light sleeper.
“Pretending all this time just so you could take the piss?” Stuart questions, annoyed.
“No, you genuinely woke me up.” Jay’s sleepy response isn’t very believable, especially with how he melodramatically whines. “Won’t you get in already? It’s not like I’m going to eat you.”
“Ugh, fine.” Swiftly, Stuart settles in under the covers and leaves a large gap of space between himself and Jay, practically perching on the edge of the bunk. “You stay on your side, I’ll stay on mine.”
All that’s met in response is Jay exhaling through his nose to stifle a laugh at how ridiculous his friend is being. About fifteen minutes pass and Stuart is on the verge of finally falling asleep, however, the bus sways after hitting a particularly nasty pothole that would’ve thrown Stuart out of bed had he not gripped the ladder.
“If you’re interested in not falling and breaking your neck, I suggest we get a little closer.” Jay playfully chides. Reluctantly, Stuart scoots back enough to be comfortable and out of harm’s way. He feels Jay shift forward as well, yet he doesn’t acknowledge it. The butterflies in Stuart’s stomach that refuse to calm down make it difficult to fully relax, though he will admit, he’s much more comfortable.
Jay’s voice drops to a soothing whisper. “There, better?” A shiver runs up Stuart’s spine at the sensation of Jay’s warm breath on the back of his neck. “Yeah. Better.” He murmurs in reply.
Stuart is relieved to find that it isn’t that hard to fall back asleep, actually. By this point, any nervousness about sleeping next to his secret crush doesn’t seem to perturb him when at last the exhaustion from a full day of press tours and traveling catches up to him. Stuart is one of those types of people who doesn’t dream – or perhaps he can’t remember them. Either way, the only thing he is vaguely aware of during sleep is temperature. If a room is decidedly too hot or too cold, he will immediately notice it.
Right now, the strangest feeling of the back of his thighs burning up crosses Stuart’s mind. However, he doesn’t find it to be unpleasant. His subconscious registers a familiar heat blooming within him as well. One that’s tempting and urgent, like an itch begging to be scratched, but not quite.
And then he feels it.
Stuart awakes to find he’s somehow been made little spoon, and Jay’s clothed hard-on is pressed right up against his ass. Jay is only wearing boxer shorts, making Stuart feel it even more through his pajama bottoms. As arousing as this is, Stuart’s response is initially furious.
“Jay, what the fuck!?” He demands in a harsh whisper.
A soft groan escapes the man behind him as he stirs from his slumber. “Hmm…? What is it?” This time Stuart genuinely believes his groggy response.
Looking over his shoulder, he sees Jay still has both of his eyes closed and is a lot closer than expected. “Oh nothing, just wondering why I’m being poked with your dick.” He says sardonically.
That grabs his attention. Jay’s eyes snap open and he looks down to see he is, in fact, erect and flush with Stuart. He smirks and bites his lip.
“I have nothing to do with this.” Jay states matter-of-factly.
“You absolutely do, you liar.”
“I haven’t moved an inch, Stu. You were the one sleeping on your stomach moments ago. Must’ve turned over in your sleep.” Jay is right, Stuart was angling himself away from him when he first dozed off. “You invaded my personal space, I can’t help how my body reacts.”
It almost sounds like Jay is enjoying this telling by the teasing lilt in his voice, as if omitting any culpability to where this might be heading.
At this point, Stuart is certain Jay knows exactly what he’s doing and wants to see if he’ll admit it. “If me rolling over is going to be such a problem then why don’t you turn the other way?”
“I prefer my left side.” He replies simply.
How irritatingly evasive can one person be?
A hand is gently placed on Stuart’s waist. While he doesn’t respond, the younger one welcomes the intimate touch as Jay continues. “Fate may have had a role in matching us as bunkmates, wouldn’t you agree?”
Stuart takes a thoughtful pause. “How so?”
“I thought it’d be quite obvious by now we’ve both got a bit of a thing for each other.”
Like an enormous weight has been lifted from his shoulders, Stuart is relieved upon hearing Jay’s bold confession that he feels the same way about him. Though, it does nothing to take away from the tension of the current situation.
“Besides, I’m just not believing you’re as sour as you say you are when you haven’t made a single effort to move away from me.” Jay purrs.
The atmosphere shifts to a more playful tone. Stuart still can’t help but make lighthearted banter. “You sure think highly of yourself.”
“Oh? So you’re telling me if I reached into your pants right now, I wouldn’t pull out a rock hard cock?” Jay challenges, his wandering hands having ventured beneath Stuart’s night shirt and hovering just above the waistband of his trousers.
“Why don’t you find out?”
The soft pads of Jay’s fingertips trail agonizingly slow down Stuart’s V-line and through the thatch of dark, coarse hair covering his pubic bone. Until finally, his hand encircles the base of Stuart’s cock. Stuart gasps and is instantly at full mast, twitching slightly in Jay’s hand.
“Something told me you were feigning annoyance. Do I really turn you on this much, Stuart?”
His teasing words are ignored, Stuart will not indulge his ego at a time like this. “If you had known, why didn’t you do something sooner?” Stuart counters. Genuinely, it doesn’t make sense why Jay would hesitate to make a move if he sensed chemistry too, but his response is just as frustrating as one would imagine.
“I wanted to see how long it would take for you to crack – I knew it was only a matter of time.” Jay says, giving Stuart’s cock a long, languid stroke from base to tip. “It just so happens that your body was the first to admit it.” He taps his finger against the frenulum a few times, hissing when Stuart creates friction against the strained fabric over his own throbbing cock as he arches back into him.
Stuart cranes his neck to look back at Jay, his face mere inches from his. Jay begins to stroke Stuart’s cock at a slow, steady space, causing his breath to hitch and temporarily stopping short of what he wanted to say. “Alright, motormouth, I get it. Now shut up and snog me.”
Their lips meet in a fervent kiss, a gratified sigh escapes them both fulfilling their mutual desire at long last. Jay wastes no time, licking the slit of Stuart’s lips which he immediately parts to allow him entrance. Stuart reaches back to entangle his fingers in Jay’s hair and pull him closer in an effort to muffle his moans.
It’s an unexpected battle for dominance with Stuart proving wrong the older’s preconception that he lacks experience. Stuart’s tongue glides across Jay’s, sending a jolt of electricity through him that nearly flips the power dynamic. Jay ceases his ministrations over Stuart’s cock and lets his hands wander over the bassist’s firm, heaving torso, settling on his right pectoral and giving it a squeeze. He pinches the nipple, eliciting a choked gasp from Stuart, before doing the same to the left, coming to find out that one is more sensitive. Stuart is unable to stifle the shuddering moan that reverberates against Jay’s mouth.
“Shh… Wouldn’t want anyone to hear us, now.” Jay croons, voice dripping with sensuality and mischief.
“You caught me off guard.” Stuart weakly defends. His hand travels from the back of Jay’s head to his boxers where his neglected, painfully hard erection is poking out from the fly. Stuart reaches in and pulls it out all the way, ardently pumping Jay’s cock right away because he doesn’t believe in teasing. “What are we going to do about this ?”
It’s Jay’s turn to be momentarily speechless and suppress any lewd noises threatening to escape. A satisfied smirk plays across Stuart’s lips at his friend’s cheeky arrogance being subdued under his touch. “I’ll just deal with it later.” Jay replies rather unconvincingly.
“Bullshit, I can see how desperate you are and I haven’t even been touching you for a minute.” Stuart snickers at how unforeseeably needy Jay is, what with the way he bucks into his fist and his face is completely flushed.
“Well then, what do you suggest? I haven’t got a condom. And plus, I’ve never gotten further than second base with a guy before.” Jay asks, genuinely. Something about Jay not being entirely sure on what to do either is weirdly comforting to Stuart. (Though, he can’t help but be curious about exactly what kind of prior experience Jay has with men).
Ever the pragmatist, Stuart attempts to solve their horny predicament by first removing his hand from Jay’s leaking member and shimmying out of his joggers and briefs. He awkwardly licks his palm, still able to taste Jay’s musk, then spits into it. Parting his legs, he wipes his sullied hand in between his thighs before spitting in it again and reaching back to coat Jay’s cock with saliva. It’s not much lubrication, but it’ll do.
“Put it between my thighs and fuck them.” Stuart says, sounding more like an order than a suggestion.
The thought of intercrural sex hasn’t even crossed Jay’s mind, but now that it has, he frantically shoves his underwear down just enough for his cock to spring free and positions it against Stuart’s bottom thigh. Stuart closes his legs and a delicious pressure is felt on Jay’s dick. It takes all of Jay’s self control to not start fucking him right then and there, instead pulling Stuart as close as he can in a possessive embrace and wrapping his fingers around his cock once more. Although he can’t see it, Stuart can feel the impressive, pulsating length underneath his balls; he was honestly expecting Jay to be packing so this isn’t much of a surprise, but he’s still enthralled nonetheless.
Jay rolls his hips and moans lowly into the crook of Stuart’s neck. He tries and fails at creating an easy pace to start out, not that Stuart is complaining, having grown quite impatient with his prolonged teasing. The singer syncs his thrusts in time with the speed in which he strokes Stuart, who lets out a quivering breath at the sudden onslaught of pleasure.
The warm, tight heat of Stuart’s surprisingly soft thighs create a perfect, provisional fuckhole that has Jay hungrily mouthing at his nape, trying to quell his moans by giving his mouth something to do. Stuart’s eyes flutter shut feeling the hot, wet kisses trail up to his jaw, the delicate lip smacking sounds are sensory bliss causing a soothing tingle to spread throughout his body. Jay focuses his attention solely on the sensitive, dripping glans of Stuart’s cock. Each fervid squeeze makes Stuart squirm, the targeted stimulation frustrating and almost unbearable, he wishes he could just fuck Jay’s fist. An involuntary spasm of Stuart’s thighs provide an even more snug fit around Jay’s cock.
Jay emits a silent groan and eagerly increases the speed of his thrusts. “Fuck, Stu, this was a fantastic idea. If your legs feel this good, imagine how – Hah … Fuckin’ hell – imagine how tight your arse is.”
“Don’t get used to this – mmmph… – next time I plan on bending you over and giving it to you like I’ve always wanted to; good luck trying to dance onstage after I’m through with you.” Stuart manages between ragged breaths.
What a hot, tantalizing thought Jay hasn’t yet explored. He can’t say he’d be opposed to the idea of Stuart taking the lead and apparently using him how he sees fit, but there’s something else he said that excites him more.
“Hmmm, so you’re saying there’s a ‘next time’?” Jay asks with an unsteady inflection, unable to conceal a nervous giggle.
Stuart’s first instinct would be to assume Jay is looking for another excuse to provocatively annoy him. Yet they’ve come this far, what would be the point to keep up with the “hard to get” charade?
“Well yeah, I never want this feeling to stop…” Stuart drawls, accidentally appearing more vulnerable than intended.
Jay buries his wide, elated smile in the apex of Stuart’s shoulder as his heart skips a beat. He tightens his grip around his dick, his technique not faltering with the help of a substantial amount of precum profusely dribbling down the shaft. Stuart crosses his legs; he’s about as skinny as Jay, albeit with more muscle definition, and that extra padding further clamps down on him, forcing him to slow down and savor the delightful drag of his cock.
Barely does Stuart register the impassioned, frenzied lips hovering at the corner of his mouth, fidgetingly waiting for him to reciprocate like a puppy begging its owner for affection. He’s far too absorbed in the euphoria of his building climax, and the strange – but not unwelcome – pleasure pressing into his perineal.
Stuart turns his head slightly only to practically be devoured by Jay. ‘Kissing’ is a generous way to describe the lascivious manner in which their tongues mingle against each other with soft clicks. Stuart holds his breath, he can’t trust himself not to let any obscene sound escape, though the lightheadedness wonderfully intensifies the sensation of Jay vigorously rubbing his cock. Neither cares how debauched and embarrassing they must look letting their primal urges overtake them, they’re much more interested in getting drunk off of each other’s infatuation.
Suddenly, Stuart’s whole body jerks forward with each enthusiastic thrust Jay delivers with even more power than the last. He hooks his leg over Stuart’s hip to gain leverage in a somewhat domineering way. The rhythmic slapping of skin against skin grows louder, it would be impossible to ignore or mistake for a misfiring of the engine if any of the other band members heard it.
“Settle the f– fuck down, Jay! For God’s sake, have you forgotten our guitar player is just a meter away in the next bunk? You’ll wake everyone up!” Stuart scolds, in a muted yell.
“Can’t… Stop… Feels so good … So close– Mmmm …” Jay responds, panting. His lust-clouded mind is hardly capable of forming an intelligent thought as he chases his high. “If any of them are up at this hour I bet you they’re probably masturbating anyway.” Stuart would’ve gotten a chuckle out of that if he wasn’t on the edge of being manually stimulated himself.
The blanket that was already too hot for summer feels like a blazing inferno shielding the two men underneath. A light sheen of sweat has collected on them both, the scent of adrenaline stokes their insatiable libidos, making them crave the other more. Inevitably, they each find themselves nearing the peak of their arousal.
“Stuart! Ahh … Stu, baby , so fucking– Perfect . So tight… Hot… Cute … I’m– Ohh fuck…” Jay cums hard, continuing to hushedly babble a string of incoherent curses and praises in Stuart’s ear as he rides out his orgasm. He ruts against the soft yet firm flesh, becoming slick and soon-to-be sticky as he milks every last drop out of his cock.
Stuart immediately follows suit, having to cover his mouth with his hand to hold back cries of pleasure while Jay feverishly strokes him as he’s cumming. He’s not sure whether it was feeling the wetness splash and get fucked between his thighs, or Jay moaning the affectionate pet name that did him in. His climax sharpens, his hot cum both spilling over Jay’s fingers and shooting thick ropes into the sheets. It almost becomes too much of a good thing when he writhes from overstimulation at his cock being rubbed raw; he can faintly taste the coppery tang of blood from sinking his teeth into his palm for too long.
For a few moments, time comes to a standstill. If the enclosed space they’re in wasn’t illuminated by the subtle glow of astronomical twilight, giving way to the ephemeral passage of time, both would have happily accepted that this was all just a wonderful dream.
Jay slips his quickly softening cock out from between Stuart’s thighs and tucks himself back into his boxer shorts. The blissful haze of Stuart’s afterglow is interrupted by the ramifications of their impromptu sexual encounter, when Jay reaches over him and wipes his semen covered hand on the privacy curtain. Stuart wrinkles his nose in silent disgust.
Ew. I feel sorry for whoever books this bus after us. Hopefully not The ‘Stones or anyone important.
Though, he can’t really blame Jay for improvising with the only option that wouldn’t leave any evidence behind. He doesn’t feel like lying about cum stains on their clothes until the next time they get to a laundromat. Stuart partially redresses himself too, deciding to just deal with the tacky, uncomfortable cling of fabric between his legs until morning where he can freshen up with the “outdoor shower”, which is more or less a hose attached to the back of the bus.
Stuart flips himself around to face Jay. The light peering in the window from billboards and traffic signals reflects off of Stuart’s icy blue eyes, utterly captivating Jay. Stuart’s blushy, half-lidded, content expression matches Jay’s own, only Stuart has to brush the damp fringe hanging in front of his face out of the way to get a proper look at it.
“Why’d you turn over?” Jay asks.
Stuart can’t resist the cheeky grin that tugs at the corners of his mouth. “Because I prefer sleeping on my right.” He parrots Jay’s lame excuse from earlier.
“Touché.” Jay replies with a fond smile.
Instinctually, both men close their eyes and inch closer until their lips connect. This kiss is far more intimate and fulfilling than the previous ones they’ve shared tonight. Jay breathes out a wistful sigh that Stuart duplicates. It’s as if the months of longing and fears of unrequited love are washed away in an instant.
When they part they remain close. Wordlessly shuffling together to get into a better cuddle position. Stuart wraps an arm around Jay in a grounding embrace, while Jay pulls Stuart into his chest. He drapes one arm over Stuart's shoulder and snakes the other underneath him so he can caress the back of his head. Lightly, he scratches his fingernails against Stuart’s scalp in a soothing, syncopated rhythm that threatens to lull him right to sleep.
They can feel the other’s heart hammering against their chests even while staying perfectly still. Stuart inhales deep in an effort to dispel his giddy nerves, picking up on Jay’s heady musk; he smells of sweat and remnants of whatever newly afforded Tom Ford cologne he doused himself in that day. Heavenly .
In his gentlest voice, Jay asks a one-worded question. “Comfortable?” Stuart hums in satisfaction before giving his answer.
“Very.” Is all he says.
Jay leans down and presses a tender kiss to Stuart’s forehead. “Goodnight, Stu.” He whispers. Stuart mumbles something akin to a ‘goodnight’ back, and Jay feels a smooch on his collarbone.
Sleep comes easier than expected in spite of the whirlwind of events that escalated within the past hour. Perhaps Jay was right, maybe fate was what finally brought them together and gave them the ability to be so casual about it afterwards. If nothing else, they each have a guaranteed fuckbuddy they can blow off steam with for the rest of this tour.
Yet, deep down, there’s something telling both of them that this could be the beginning of something more.