One Of The Guys

Okay, let me get this straight. As much as I loved CC, tour bus bunks were NOT made for two people. CC could sleep through a storm. But his snores and radiator body kept me awake all night. I was drifting in and out of sleep. I was clinging onto the edge of the bed, CC rolled over more and- THUMP! I fell out of the bunk.
"Ouch" I whispered to myself.
I picked myself up and looked down at my.. Boyfriend? Best friend? Friend with benefits? I made a mental note to talk to CC and clear the confusion about where we stood. He looked so peaceful while sleeping; still naked from the sex before we fell asleep, his war paint from last nights show smudged and smeared all over his face. His mouth was open slightly and I could hear his deep breaths. I smiled to myself.
I grabbed the white sheet off my bunk, wrapped it around me, and headed downstairs to get some water. It was dark and the bus was moving, driving to our next venue. I lost my footing on one step and almost fell. I scrambled to the kitchen area and searched for a bottle of water. Suddenly, the lights were on.
Standing at the far end of the living area, emerging from the sleeping quarters was Andy. And he was wearing nothing but boxers.
"What are you doing making so much noise?" he asked coolly.
"Sorry, I just came down for some water" I whispered, trying not to look at his smooth, tattooed chest.
"Turn the lights off or you'll wake up more people" I hissed. I was bent over, looking in the fridge.
"I'd rather keep them on and watch you in that bedsheet" Andy glided over to me and grabbed my ass through the thin sheet. I stood straight right away and pushed his hand away.
"Andy, no" I said sternly, but he was already kissing my neck.
"No, Andy. Stop"
He moved his hand downwards, about to rub me in places I didn't want him to.
"Andy, STOP!" I pushed on his chest hard. He fell backwards into the counter behind him. He looked both shocked and angry. I was fuming.
"Have you ever heard of a little thing called consent?" I asked. I didn't wait for him to answer. I was so annoyed at him.
"It's this little thing you do before sex. You actually ASK the person if they're okay with what's happening; a little 'Do you want this?', 'Are okay doing this?'" he opened his mouth to speak but I wouldn't let him.
"Do you know what sex is without consent, Andy?" I asked. "Rape. It's rape, Andy".
"What are you trying to say, [name]? That I fucking raped you? Because you enjoyed it" he replied. God he made me so fucking angry.
"It doesn't matter whether or not I enjoyed it, Andy. I did not give you permission to do those things to me" I fumed.
"You practically cried out for it!" his voice was getting louder.
"People do a lot of things in the heat of the moment, without thinking of the consequences! It doesn't mean you still don't have to ask!"
Andy clenched his fists and paced the kitchen.
"You.. Ugh fucking.. Rape? .. I can't believe .. FUCK YOU" he yelled, hitting the closest thing he could; the cabinet apparently. Honestly, he scared me a little, but I stood there defiantly, not letting him see a speck of my fear.
"Whatever happened was a mistake" I said sternly. "And it will NOT happened again. Do you understand?" I asked. He was grinding his teeth together, one hand now holding the bruising knuckles on the hand that punched the cabinet.
"Sure, whatever. I won't rape you again"
Satisfied with my answer, however sarcastic it may have been, I took my water and walked back upstairs. As I was walking up the stairs I heard another crash. I assume Andy punched something again.
I was planning on sleeping in my own bunk, but sleeping CC looked irresistible. I climbed on top of him and laid my head on his chest. Half asleep, his hand rose up to idly stroke my hair.
"Everything okay" he mumbled.
"Everything is perfect" I answered, kissing his forehead, before drifting off to s deep sleep.

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