no worries

Danny loved a crowd. He couldn't help himself. Didn't matter if it was a mere basement with a bad sound system or just a gym that probably needed to be condemned. He loved his fans. He fed off them. And Jamie delighted in feeding off him.

They put in their forty-five minutes of adoring fans, usually, teen girls that just screamed to anything they sang. Still, they didn't have a CD together.

"Maybe soon, like Christmas," Jamie lied. Perhaps, it was just a lie to himself, maybe to Danny. It was hard to tell, sometimes.

"You think we're any good?" Danny wasn't sure.

"Of course," Jamie kept grinning. "We get better every-time we're on stage."

Naturally, the weather was brutal. This kind of winter made Danny sad.

"We're working musicians, what more could you ask for?" Of course, this motel room might as well have been home. They'd take in a couple of cheap rooms which was cheaper than to have that bus constantly running.

Jamie had his booze to warm them up. He poured Danny a coffee cup full of bourbon.

"Sometimes, I really wished we'd gone to New York," Actually, Danny was sure of that now.

"You just want a CD, that's all," Jamie told him, wanting Danny to drink up. "Can you not think about that? It'll come." Jamie gave him a smart smile as if something else might come sooner and it was in his pants.

He put his arm around Danny, held him close, kissing the side of his face. Danny took a sip of the hot liquor that burned his throat.

"I don't even know how you get this stuff." He sighed.

"Just one of my many charms you'd rather not know," Jamie gave him almost a drunk grin, but he knew what he was doing, unbuttoning his shirt as his hand cupped his chest and he fingers toyed with his tit. His mouth took in Danny's. He gave him a deep kiss slowly and longingly that it almost took Danny's breath away. Most definitely, nothing was on his mind then.

Jamie sat down on the bed then, pulling the rest of Danny's shirt off of him. He drew Danny in more as he finished his drink, making him warm and woozy. Danny plopped himself between Jamie's legs.

His arms came around Danny's shoulders as he kissed his neck while he unbuckled Danny's belt and got into his pants. Jamie sighed into Danny's ear who shivered ever so slightly watching Jamie's fingers pry to make him even more hard.

"Umm, nothing like a stiff drink to make me want to taste you more," Jamie whispered.

Danny let out a slight moan when Jamie sucked at his neck. He kept his eyes closed. Next thing he knew, Jamie was coming down on him. So that's what he was talking about. Danny just smiled with satisfaction.

moment to moment

Jamie could see Danny was a bit anxious about this whole endeavor.

"Don't make yourself sick about it, luv." He told him with Danny's chin resting on his chest. "You'll be just fine." Jamie pushed his fingers through Danny's think hair. "Come here, " Jamie drew him up into his arms and they Frenched a bit.

Jamie was sure of it now, he'd been selfish, keeping him all to himself as of late. He thought maybe he'd damaged Danny just a little. He probably should have been selling himself to every TV show out there, but instead they'd fuck across country.

Why did it get like this? Well, he wasn't so worried really. Not when he was here with him and he touched him, and it brought them both something so genuine they couldn't deny their feelings for each other.

He felt Danny's fingers reach for his cock then as he kissed him deeply. There was still a longing and Jamie was sure they couldn't keep away from each other on the bus. They had to have each other. They needed each other. Everyone was going to have to get used to that.

in the band

"What does this mean, exactly?" Danny wasn't sure to laugh or cry about this. It was making him nervous.

"It means hard work, luv." Jamie laughed with a wince.

"Well-"

"We'll be one the guys on the bus. We'll have to do our own sound checks, put up our own equipment, take it down. Late nights, even longer trips than this. It'll be estatic." Jamie was psyched. "Just wish I had some of my band mates with me, that's all."

"You'll just have me." Danny looked worried. "Why don't you call them up?"

"I can't." Jamie laughed. "Fort starters, they're in England, living on the road as it is, and we had a fall'n out. Can't see any of them wanting anything but dire straights for me, and we both know just how straight I am."

"God, when do we start?" Danny grabbed Jamie's arms then so excited he couldn't contain himself.

"We have to meet them in St. Louie, somewhere outside there. Says I can leave my car for the duration. They have some people who don't mind if I park it at their place."

Danny could hardly catch his breath as he nodded with understanding.

Jamie grabbed his belt loop then, pulling Danny in. He kissed him then. "I don't see why we can't have at least one more quickie for the road."

phone call

It was Jamie who got the call. Danny thought he might be ill, listening to Jamie on the phone with some guy out of Dallas. They'd liked what they'd seen. Why wasn't he in the music industry? Why hadn't he made a CD? So many questions.

Of course, Jamie was better now. Fully functional in fact. Healthy as horse, actually.

He just stared Danny as if he couldn't let him down. He wouldn't. He kept listening what the promoter could do for him. They'd be his manager. They could get shows for him all across the Midwest. Of course, he'd have to bunk up with two other bands on a bus, but since it would be just him and his equipment, that wasn't such a big deal, was it?

"No, not at all." He kept a straight face. Danny hadn't seen Jamie this serious in a long time. "Just one catch, " Jamie finally told who ever over the phone. "Not without Danny."

There was a long silence.

Danny was pretty sure it was over. No way was it going to happen. There was no band.

Finally Jamie smiled. "Just tell them we're the Dandies."