Dedicated to my best silversis Leanniette (which, for an unknown reason, I can't tag).

"Where have you been, bro?"

My sister ran up to me and hugged me tightly. Then she hugged Chris, who was more quiet than ever, speechless at the sight of the unexpected arrival.

"Mom sent me to check on you, blokes. Besides you have no idea how freaky is Katie's mom. We'll be returning home in three days" my sister explained, smiling to us. I thought about having Benny alone again, without Katie, and the world of possibilities that would open again for me.

She looked up at Chris, whose face denoted shock. His lips were slightly opened. "Oh, come on, Chrissy. I know I probably look like shit from the flight, but you don't have to look at me like that, mate".

My sister laughed and friendly punched Chris on his shoulder. He quickly seemed to wake up from a daydreaming and laughed nervously.

"Sorry, oh, sorry. I just...um...I'm kinda tired I guess" he replied in his sweet voice, shoving both hands on the pockets of his dark blue jeans. He searched for my eyes as if he wanted an answer for my sister's appearence.

"Ok, sista, hear me out" I said to her while I grabbed both of her shoulders, looking into her eyes. "Chris and I have some things we need to discuss in private, so you can go to my room and wait for me there. You can use my PlayStation, if you want to".

I knew she would understand exactly what was going on, cause I told her everything about both Chris and Benny. She looked at me and then looked at Chris, who was smiling again very much awake, no tiredness in his bright brown eyes.

"Damn, bro. That must be some important discussion for you to let me touch your dearly PlayStation" she laughed, nodding in understandment. She raised her left hand with a flourish and said "Fine ladies, see ya tomorrow then".

My sister disappeared into my room at the end of the hotel hall, and I looked up at Chris who was nervously biting his lower lip.

"So...where were we, mate?" I said giggling, returning our steps toward his room.

Last time I remembered being this nervous was on my first time having sex with a girl. Man, that was an acute situation for me. And something inside of me was telling me this was going to be my second first time.

"Betty or Meantime?" asked Chris, rummaging through a bunch of CDs he always carried around on tours. He wanted to put some Helmet, cause he knew they were one of my favourites.

"Um...Betty". I was thoughtlessly twisting my forefinger with my other hand, and twitching one leg.

"Do you need to go to the dunny, mate?" Chris was amusingly watching me moving my legs in such a way I looked like I needed to pee real badly.

"What? Oh, no, I'm fine mate." I was kinda distracted from reality. That was my way of actually avoiding what happened half of the time, mostly on interviews or when I felt socially anxious. Only this time I was nervous because I was in a room alone with one of my two best mates. I tried to relax and stop being such an ass.

Wilma's Rainbow started playing. Somehow listening to that familiar tune slapped me back to reality, to that heated room, to Chris's approaching eyes. He was approaching me, his cheeks were blushed. He stopped two inches away from my face and fixed his eyes on mine. I could smell something like dark chocolate, mint gum and honey beer coming out of him.

My bottom lip was slightly trembling. It took a couple of seconds to realize that and stop it. My legs felt numb, as if I sat down for hours playing fucking Tomb Raider on my PS.

I could tell Chris was going through a nervous moment too, cause his forehead was slighly pearled with sweat. With one hand he moved a strand of hair behind my ear and slowly reached to my lips. His kiss was slow and smooth. Something on his mouth tasted sweet and it made me feel as if a bonfire was growing from beneath my belly button up to my chest, where my heart was furiously pounding against my ribs.

I felt the tip of his tongue caressing mine. Everything felt like a carousel ride with my eyes closed. I slid both hands down his shirt and pressed my warm fingers against his wide back. His skin was soft and his body felt like a human heater. Chris pushed our kiss deeper, and then kissed me softly on the lips a couple times as he moved his head to the other side before sliding his tongue once more.

He slowly began to remove my clothing except for my undies. I did the same to him, and while we stripped ourselves, we kissed each other on the neck and shoulders.

I know I'm supposed to be in charge of the situation when it comes to use my hands, since guitar playing comes all natural, but Chris really knew how to use them. I guess being ambidextrous helped him multi-task or something. Thing is he was leaving my skin on fire with his hands.

I don't even know how to explain how good he was touching me when he reached my lower part. He was working at it, kissing me deeply, when we heard a knock on the door. Maybe it was cause I was the one being masturbated, but I jumped nervously lining up my head, which was slightly lying backwards, and opened my eyes in fear. I saw Chris's sweaty face crossed with a grimace of pleasure looking at the closed door.

"Oops, I forgot...damn...JUST LEAVE IT OUTSIDE, I'M BUSY" he shouted at whoever was outside, and kept working his magic with his hands. We had forgotten our early call to room service ordering a dozen beers for our little party. He locked his eyes with mine again, one of his hands choking my throat just as he did when we were in the lift. A loud moan escaped my mouth.

We didn't take long to fall upon the bed together. For the first time in many days, Benny and Katie disappeared from my mind as I was being introduce to a whole new world, a world I thought I somehow knew the first time I kissed Ben. I was fairly wrong. And Chris was making amazingly sure to remind me of that sweet thought.