
The tour bus rolls into the sleeping town like a hunger on wheels, and the boys are always looking when they should be sleeping. Alexis and Brooke never bother. They peel each other naked on the narrow couch before the venue doors even open, Brooke's tongue sliding deep between Alexis's thighs while Alexis grabs fistfuls of her hair and grinds down. The noises they make—wet, frantic, too loud for the hour—rattle the walls harder than any drum kit ever could, their legs shaking, their mouths slick, until the whole bus smells like sex and they both end up slick and trembling on the floor.
The tour bus rolls into the sleeping town like a hunger on wheels, and the boys are always looking when they should be sleeping. Alexis and Brooke never bother. They peel each other naked on the narrow couch before the venue doors even open, Brooke's tongue sliding deep between Alexis's thighs while Alexis grabs fistfuls of her hair and grinds down. The noises they make—wet, frantic, too loud for the hour—rattle the walls harder than any drum kit ever could, their legs shaking, their mouths slick, until the whole bus smells like sex and they both end up slick and trembling on the floor.