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Somethin' to hide	By : Shimmerrain69 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Journey Views: 1619 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know any of the members of Journey-past or present,or Herbie Herbert, I also do not believe the members are or were ever sexually attracted to each other. This story is purely fictional, for entertainment only. I do not get pai

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Continuation of chapter 1
Neal and Herbie stood staring at each other. Neal was in disbelief, he’d always looked up to Herbie as a surrogate father, or at least an older brother. Steve pulled on his pants and looked between the two men, who had long history of friendship. Neal refused to look at Steve. His penis throbbed at the image of him sitting on Herbie’s face. “I have to get out of here.” Neal said. Sorry he’d come over unannounced. He wondered how long this was going on. “Rest assured.” He started. “This is something I’m taking to my grave.” And with that he was out the door. Neal drove home, anxious to get the image of Steve and Herbie out of his mind. He didn’t know Steve, but he wondered what possessed him to do it.
Chapter 2 begins
Over the next few weeks as the band rehearsed, Neal kept his distance from Steve. The others just assumed he was still upset that Steve was forced on them. Neal only spoke to him when it was song or band related. They still managed to write songs together. ~~Patiently~~ proved to be a fan favorite; Neal didn’t want his confusion of what he saw to mess with their chemistry of song writing. “Neal you have to face me at some point.” Steve said one evening after rehearsal and out of ear shot of the others. “We go on the road soon, and outsiders can pick up when something is not right.” “You………….and Herbie started this foolishness.”
Neal said finally looking Steve in the face. Steve’s looks made even the straightest of men uncomfortable; Neal shifted his gaze for fear Steve could read his expression. “It was a moment of weakness for both of us.” “I’ve been hit on by men before, but that was the first and only time I’ve ever agreed to it.” “Herbie is very adapt at getting what he wants when he wants it, he promised he’d never ask me to do that again.” Steve said “And you believed him?” Neal asked, slightly exasperated. “Do you think Herbie has any sort of will power?” Neal said shaking his head. “I think you should at least move in with me until you get your own place, because Herbie is not going to leave you alone, I can promise you that.” Steve looked at Neal. “Were you and Herbie…..?” Steve didn’t get the whole question out; Neal knew where he was heading. “No, god no, get your stuff packed and come to my place tonight, I have a spare room and you are welcome to it. We are on the brink of something amazing and I don’t want you or Herbie messing it up for us.” Neal said and walked away.
Herbie stood in the doorway as Steve packed the few belongings he had. “I’m sorry that happened, Steve.” Steve stopped for a moment and faced Herbie. Shrugging his shoulders he said “We can’t take it back, we were both slightly buzzed that night and honestly it was bound to happen anyway, I’ve always saw how you looked at me, that night just confirmed what I saw in your eyes, I could have told you no; but I didn’t, let’s just put this behind us, I can move on if you can.” Steve said and finished folding a shirt and then closed his suitcase. Herbie felt that it was best that Steve move out; he could easily see Steve becoming an obsession for him. His penis throbbed at the thought of Steve perched on his face. Steve picked up his suitcase and walked past Herbie without looking at him.
1978 proved to be a very fast paced year for the band with touring and TV appearances. Steve loved every minute of it. He was finally living his dream, after nearly giving up on it due to unforeseen circumstances; it was his mother and grandfather who convinced him to call Herbie back. He was still staying with Neal whenever they came back from touring. He didn’t want to wear out his welcome; he’d saved up enough money to finally get his own place, after paying his debts. That was a load off of his mind and the night with Herbie a distance memory. He was elated when he was able to put a pile of cash into the hands of Herbie, who refused to take it. “What you gave me was payment enough.” “I’ll feel better if you take this.” Steve insisted. Herbie reluctantly took the money and told Steve he wanted seconds, that night wasn’t enough to satisfy him, “we were interrupted.” The words of Neal came flooding back to Steve. He was right. “I’ll think about it.” Steve lied to get Herbie off of him for a moment and walked away, he found it best to not be alone with Herbie, or just avoid him as much as possible.
Later that evening at home with Neal, they penned a couple more songs. Steve almost told him about his conversation with Herbie, but decided against it. He didn’t want to hear “I told you so.” They had a week downtime before they would be on the road again. They’d just had dinner that Steve prepared and they retired to the living room to make the most of their time; song writing, catching up on favorite TV shows they always missed when on the road etc. Steve got up to turn on the tape recorder, so Neal could hear a melody that he’d hummed earlier that day. He tried to keep a recorder handy for when a melody popped in his mind. Neal watched Steve over by the window, and understood why Herbie was smitten. Neal had a wife, but she was currently at her parents.
She was mad at Neal again for his refusal of leaving groupies alone. If she knew the secret he harbored in his heart towards Steve and the passionate kiss they’d shared weeks before, she’d divorced him. That kiss happened not so innocently enough. It wasn’t unusual for some of the band members to do a threesome with a groupie who was willing to participate. The band members had a rule though, what went down in the hotel room, stayed in the hotel room; they picked women who they felt would comply. Neal, purposely picked Steve to participate that night, under the guise of “breaking him in, to the world of groupies” He wanted an excuse to be able to kiss Steve. When the groupie got up to go to the bathroom after the first session; it was to be an all nighter; Steve and Neal just fell into each other’s arms and started making out, startling even each other at how effortless it was. They caught themselves before the groupie came back; but that kiss opened a new door for both of them.
Neal walked over to Steve, and stood in his personal space, Steve didn’t flinch. He took both hands and held Steve’s face on either side, and rubbed his thumb across his bottom lip and kissed him gently, his lips barely touching his. He looked back at Steve, and kissed him again that time harder, backing Steve against the wall, forcing him to open his mouth in a gasp, Neal used that opportunity to engage his tongue. The kiss heated up as he placed his hands in his hair, the soft silky strands were a total contrast to his coarse, wiry afro. Neal forgetting for a brief moment who he was kissing, slipped his hand in Steve’s shirt for a breast, but he fingered Steve’s small nipple instead as he continued to kiss and explore Steve’s mouth and neck. Neal lowered himself to the floor bringing Steve with him. “I’m not about to be like a cheap harlot to be passed around the band.” Steve said, and was promptly rolled over and under Neal. “No you won’t be; you’re mine.” And he possessively kissed Steve’s neck, opening his shirt to snake his tongue around the nipple he’d just fingered.
“What about Herbie?” Steve half joked. “He’ll have to fight me.” The men laughed then fought for supremacy, both were use to being the aggressor, even with Neal’s upper body strength; Steve managed to get him on his back and straddled him. He took off his shirt and unbuckled his belt and slid it off. Neal grabbed him, and flipped him onto his back again, and likewise straddled him while he took off his shirt and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Thinking back to that night at Herbie’s, Neal got up to make sure the front door was locked and he closed the curtains, to ensure privacy. He got back down on his knees and on top of Steve, they resumed kissing, Neal managed to get Steve out of his pants and underwear with his lips never leaving his. He flipped over again so that Steve was straddling him. “Are you sure?” Neal asked. Steve was apprehensive about doing anal sex and so was Neal, this was unchartered territory; neither were ready to rush into it. Neal inched him further up his chest, moistened his middle finger and gently inserted it into Steve. It only went about half way, but it was enough to elicit a moan out of Steve. “Why are people so fascinated by my ass?” Steve asked half joking and tried to pull Neal’s finger out, which only made him push it in further.
Neal teased by sliding it in and out, several times, the sensation washed over Steve’s body, bringing him to the brink of an orgasm, but Neal was going to make sure he “suffered” before allowing that to happen. “Oh god, this is so wrong……..but it feels so right.” Steve writhed against Neal before laying himself on top. They continued to kiss and tumble about on the floor, in total lust with each other…..
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