Title: Angels in a Cage: Chapter Thirty-six, Street Lights

Rating: NC-17  [sex]

Summary: Alyssa is going to experience California like she never has before, on tour with Chris.

“Are you sure about this?” Alyssa muttered, watching the roadies load her luggage onto the bus with the band’s.

“Sure about what?” he lifted a cigarette to his lips to light.

She shook her head slightly, making him drop the cigarette before lighting it, “Going on tour with you.”

“Of course I’m sure,” he tossed the pack of cigarettes at a nearby roadie. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because there’s all these people and… what if Susan…”

Not even glancing around, Chris quickly kissed her, “Don’t worry. At all. The band is cool with you. The roadies are cool. Susan is not an issue.”

“But…”

“Susan doesn’t travel with us,” he stated. “Besides, she’s too busy fucking Jerry to be getting into our business.”

Alyssa blinked, not sure what to say.

Seeing her worry still very apparent in her eyes, Chris kissed her again, “Everything is going to be fine, Lyssie. I promise.”

She nodded, closing her eyes as he kissed her forehead. Smiling slightly, her fingers slipped into his. He squeezed her hand before leading her to the bus. As they stepped up into the tour bus, a soft grumbling sounded in the cabin. Her hazel eyes lifted and glanced around. The grumbling was clearly coming from Kim as he scratched his balls and finished a beer.

“Now we’re going to have to behave,” he muttered.

Chris rolled his eyes, “It won’t kill you to not fart all the time.”

“It might,” he tilted to the side and did just that.

Shaking his head, Chris led Alyssa to the back of the tour bus, where a few bunks were. He pulled the pocket door closed as he released her hand.  Alyssa glanced around at the bunks before randomly sitting on one. Listening to the sounds of the last of the luggage loaded, she began to question joining the tour once more.

“Lyssie,” he sat beside her, turning her face to his, “you belong here as much as anyone else.”

“I’m not a part of the band. I don’t take care of your guitar or Matt’s drums or—”

“You take care of me,” Chris interrupted. “That’s a tall order.”

“I don’t…”

He tilted her face up slightly and kissed her, “You take care of me.”

Keeping her eyes closed, she nodded, “Okay.”

“This will be fun,” Chris declared.

She nodded again.

“Lyssie,” he brushed hair from her face, “what’s going on in that pretty little mind of yours?”

“I’ve never been on a… trip without my family. And this… rock star world is so foreign to me. And,” the bus rumbled to a start, “what if this was all a mistake?”

“It’s not a mistake,” Chris quickly countered. “I love you. You belong here with me. Forget about Kim and his overtly single, male ways. I promise you, this trip will be so much better if you just trust me.”

“I trust you. Completely.”

Holding Alyssa’s hand as they left the back of the bus, Chris stopped in the kitchen.  She watched as he pulled open the cupboard below the sink and pulled out a can of Lysol. Saying nothing, he swung the door closed and continued towards one of the couches. He stopped again, released her hand, and pulled the yellow cap off the can. Without even saying a word, he sprayed the disinfectant spray in Kim’s direction, covering up the scent of the man’s flatulence with the chemically enhanced lemon scent. Alyssa bit her cheek to keep from giggling, but the rest of the band quickly burst into laughter.

“Behave yourself,” Chris stated, sitting on the couch across the aisle from Kim.

He adjusted himself again and took a swig of beer, “You’re going to make this tour no fun, Cornell.”

Setting the Lysol down on the nearby table, he rolled his eyes, “When did you like touring?”

The guitarist shrugged, “Never, but I’ve also never been Lysol’ed before either.”

“Well keep being disgusting and it will keep happening,” Chris declared, smirking slightly as Alyssa sat beside him.

“She better be worth it,” Kim mumbled into his beer can.

Slipping his arm around Alyssa’s shoulders, the singer smiled and kissed her temple, “She is. She’s worth everything.”

After being in the bus for over fourteen hours, Alyssa was very glad to see the hotel. The drive through Washington, Oregon, and Northern California had not been exceptional. She spent hours staring out the window while the band talked or played cards. For awhile she even napped in Chris’s bunk in the back of the tour bus. They were only a day into their California tour stops and she was already sick of touring. She completely understood why the band spent so much of it drinking.

If only she could stand the taste of beer, the trip might have been more entertaining.

As it were, she jumped off the bus completely sober. Chris quickly followed, looping his arm around her shoulders. Though he smelled slightly of beer, he did not act the least bit intoxicated so she did not shrug him off. Instead, she remained silent and wide-eyed as their room assignments were handed out.

The tour manager stopped in front of Chris, keys in hand, “Oh…um…”

“Yes?” Chris reached for the keys.

“We didn’t realize Alyssa was coming with you so… you’re sharing a room tonight,” he stated, not releasing the keys.

“Okay… with who?”

“Whom,” Alyssa softly corrected, before biting her bottom lip.

“Anyways, you’re rooming with Matt. Sorry, Aly,” his eyes met the young woman’s. “I’ll have it fixed by the next stop.”

“Least it’s not Kim,” Chris chuckled, leading Alyssa to the hotel. “We can go find dinner in a little bit, if you want.”

“Somewhere within walking distance, right?”

He glanced at her as he pressed the button on the elevator, “Tired of being cooped up in the bus?”

“A bit, yeah.”

“So I guess this means you don’t want to go up to San Francisco for the night?”

She shook her head, stepping out of the elevator when the doors opened, “Just a walk would be fine.”

“Whatever you want, baby,” he smiled and inserted the key to their shared room.

After getting settled and talking briefly with Matt about their rooming situation, the couple left the hotel, holding hands. Even though they were leaving a band hotel in downtown San Jose, neither really considered the fact that Chris might be recognized, especially with the festival the following day. Yet before they ducked into a restaurant, Chris was stopped by flannel-wearing teens, asking for autographs. Alyssa tried to step away, fearing the teens would recognize her as being more like them than Chris realized. The interaction ended quickly, causing Chris to look around for his girlfriend.

“Lyssie?”

She stood from where she sat on the edge of a planter, “Yeah?”

“You okay?” he asked after kissing her temple.

“Of course,” she smiled slightly.

“But… you disappeared for a second there,” Chris pointed out before taking her hand and turning back to their walk.

“They wanted to see you, to talk to you, not me,” she declared.

“But—”

“It’s fine, Chris. Besides, we don’t want them to blab to everyone about us since you’re still, you know, married.”

“Oh… right.”

Walking in awkward silence for another block, Alyssa tried to figure out what to say to break the silence. Everything that she came up with seemed silly or trite. While that might have worked, it did not feel quite right.

Suddenly stopping, Alyssa waited for Chris to look at her. Once their eyes met, she pushed up on her toes and quickly kissed him. Smiling, he quickly hugged her before kissing her again.

“How about Italian?” he suggested softly, glancing up at the restaurant sign behind her.

“Italian would be perfect.”

Though she had never been to San Jose, she did not expect to ever want to return. Dinner with Chris was great but… the city was not really anything special. Plus it was late at night, so there was not much to do.

Only she did not want to return to the hotel and hang out with Matt. In fact, Alyssa would rather not be with Chris’s band for awhile. Those hours on the bus had been pretty brutal. The majority of her friends — actually all of her good friends — were guys, so she was not entirely unprepared for the trip. She was just already tired of fart jokes.

“What’s on your mind, beautiful?” Chris asked as he paid their dinner bill.

“I don’t want to go back to the hotel,” she confessed softly.

“Why not?” he offered his hand after standing.

“Um…”

“It sucks we don’t have our own room, huh?”

“Yeah,” she responded absently.

“It’s something else?”

“Your band is great but…”

Chris smirked, “Understood. I don’t know San Jose… at all. How about we get lost until dawn?”

Though she was tired, Alyssa readily accepted it. They wandered the streets, peering into dark windows and skirting around bumbling drunks. They slipped into a dark pub, sipped a beer, but did not linger. The night was not for drinking.

After nearly two hours of wandering, they stepped into an all-night bowling alley. Beers and shoes paid for, the couple stepped through the smoky haze and found an open lane. Alyssa threw more gutterballs than not on their first game, prompting Chris to vow to teach her the skills of bowling.

She ended up in his lap, sharing nachos and a beer instead.

“This is much,” she hiccupped, “better than being cooped up with the band anymore.”

He chuckled, kissing a bit of nacho cheese off her lips, “I brought you all this way to take you to a dumpy bowling alley, ply you with cheap beer, just so I can have my way with you.”

Alyssa rolled her eyes, “You gonna fuck me right here? I bet no one would even see us through the smoke.”

Chris laughed, “Maybe not, but they’ll hear you and come looking.”

Wiggling suggestively in his lap, she kissed him again, “Let them watch then.”

He groaned, his pants tightening, “Lyssie…”

“All you have to do,” she nibbled on his ear, “is push my panties to the side and…”

His fingers went to her chin, turning her face to his to receive his kiss, “I’m not fucking you in a bowling alley.”

“But you will fuck me?” she asked, grinding against him slightly.

Chris nudged her out of his lap, “Let’s go.”

Not ten feet out of the bowling alley, Alyssa stopped. Barely able to contain herself, she pulled Chris down an alley between buildings. Once they were not longer highlighted by lamps above, Alyssa kissed Chris deeply and squatted in front of him. With alcohol and arousal clouding his mind, Chris did not realize what she was doing until her lips encircled his swollen tip. He gasped, his fingers disappearing into her brunette locks. Thrusting slightly, he tried to remain calm while she sucked and licked his cock.

“Lyssie,” he grunted, his body beginning to tense.

Alyssa pulled away, squeezing his cock at the base, “Not yet.”

Confused and at the edge of orgasm, Chris’s eyebrows furrowed as she tucked him back into his pants and stood up. She did not give him even a minute to compose himself before leading him out of the alley.

Twice more she pulled him into the darkest shadows of the night to tease him nearly to release. Not once did she allow him to crest that edge.

“Lyssie,” he pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss after she fastened his pants a third time, “why do you torture me so?”

Her glittering hazel eyes met his, “Because.”

“Because why?”

Pressing up on her toes once more, her lips near his ear, she whispered, “I’m waiting for you to lose complete control and lose all sense of propriety.”

“Huh?” he could not understand her words with her body pressed against him, her fingers still on his belt buckle.

Saying nothing more, Alyssa led him back into the dim light of the street lamps.

Having no clue where they were and almost not caring, Chris trailed after Alyssa like a puppy dog. He did not know why she was so transfixing that night. Maybe it was the cheap, shitty beer. Or maybe it was — oh, fuck, he did not care. He just wanted —needed — her right then and there.

Squeezing her hand and muttering her name, Chris pulled her attention directly to him. She flashed him a seductive smile and pulled him off the sidewalk. With his eyes fixated on his young girlfriend, he did not realize where they were — not that it would matter. Only one thing was on his mind: fucking her silly.

Alyssa quickly pulled off her shirt, pointing him to the ground. Not wasting a minute, Chris sat on the grass, unbuckling his pants, while Alyssa removed her bra. Once his cock was freed, pointing straight up at her, she straddled his legs, pulled her panties to the side, and quickly sank down on him. It did not matter to Chris that they were in public, that strangers could see them. All that mattered was her body clenching his while her breasts filled up his hands. She rode him slowly, coaxing him nearly to the edge yet again before stopping.

“Uhhhhh, Lyssie...” he muttered, his hands squeezing her breasts once more before moving to her hips.

Remaining fully on him, she smiled and leaned down for a kiss, “Yes?”

“I need to cum,” he uttered.

“I need you to fuck me hard,” she responded.

Lifting her up slightly, smiling as her hands went to his thighs for support, Chris quickly thrust up into her hot, juicy body. A few grunts left his lips, answered by throaty moans from her. Eyes squeezed closed, he let her passionate moans guide him to release. As he shot up into her quivering body, the nearby park lamps flickered off. Alyssa’s eyes fluttered open as she laid down on him, her body completely spent.

“Chris…”

He kissed her forehead, loving the way her body would not release him, “God, I love you, Lyssie.”

She wiggled slightly, enough to reawaken his apparently unsatisfied body, “The sun is up.”

“So am I,” he responded cheekily.

Alyssa ground against him, “You want to fuck again before going up to the room?”

His fingers ran up and down her spine, “Where are we?”

“The park across the street from the hotel.”

He smirked, “We just fucked in a park?”

“You’re still in me, in a park,” she pointed out.

“Let’s go…”

She sat up, smiling as his hands quickly covered her breasts. Gyrating a bit to make certain he was fully erect once more, Alyssa quickly pivoted off her boyfriend. He groaned, getting just a glimpse of their mixed juices before she pulled her panties in place and flipped her skirt down. There was no way he would make it back to the room in one piece.

“Lyssie,” he muttered as she pulled her shirt on without even looking for her bra, “how am I going to walk to the hotel?”

She shrugged, “I guess you’ll just have to tuck your cock until you can tuck him into me again.”

Covering her mouth, Alyssa yawned yet again. It was too noisy at the festival for her to sleep, though she desperately needed it after a night of walking and fucking. Why she had not opted to remain behind in the hotel or even the bus, she was uncertain.

Chris seemed to be on the opposite end of the energy spectrum as she. He bounced from person to person, crushing beer cans and laughing at obscene jokes. Though he was normally happy around her, there was buoyancy about his aura she could not pinpoint. Or maybe she was so sleepy that she was beginning to hallucinate.

“When is your set?” Alyssa muttered as Matt sat next to her.

“About an hour. You okay?”

She yawned yet again, “I’m exhausted.”

He sipped a beer, “The two of you never came back to the room. What did you end up doing?”

“Bowling.”

He laughed, “You bowled all night?”

“Well we had dinner, walked around, ended up at a bowling alley. How many details do you want?” she fired back.

Shaking his head, he took another drink from the can before offering it to her, “None. It’s none of my business anyways. Just making conversation.”

“Oh right,” she took a drink before handing it back. “Is the tour going to be like this every day?”

The drummer shrugged, “Probably not. But you can never tell. Festival circuits are different. Hell, I’ve never seen Chris so… happy on tour before.”

“Huh,” Alyssa responded, not sure how to reply to his comment.

“This is surely all your doing.”

Shaking her head, she blushed slightly, “I highly doubt that.”

“It totally is. When you’re around, he’s a different person.”

“Uh huh, sure.”

“He is! He doesn’t even need… nevermind.”

Her interest instantly snapped to him, “Doesn’t need what?”

“Nothing,” Matt stood up, crushing his can. “I’ve got to go… help set up. See you later, Aly.”

Watching him walk away, she wondered what the drummer had nearly confessed to her. Was she supposed to know something? Did she know something but was too tired to even think? Shaking her head, she slumped in the chair. Hopefully Chris’s set was next, so she could get some rest. Or maybe she could find some caffeine somewhere. There had to be something besides alcohol around.

Groaning slightly, Alyssa got to her feet and shuffled in search of soda. Before she managed even a quick search of the catering area, Chris burst through the crowds and embraced her. After whirling her around and kissing her, he grinned at her, slapped her butt, and disappeared again. Wavering on her feet slightly, more confused than before, she shook her head and decided to find some place to plop down in the grass backstage and pass out. No more all nighters for her before a day of festival activities, if she had anything to say about it…