Tristan Trilogy- Story 3

CHAPTER 17

Kevin entered the dimly lit room and tried to find Brian among the dozen people that were in the expansive bedroom. His eyes hadn't adjusted to the lack of light and he could only make out dark silhouettes and the murmur of mixed voices. The only light in the room came from a muted television screen. The smell of reefer didn't permeate this room as it had the larger sitting area. Kevin moved against a wall and waited for his vision to clear. He heard womens’ voices and smelled their perfume and as he was able to focus he saw that there was a couple on the bed, apparently unconcerned about their lack of privacy. Two other men were standing at the edge of the bed watching the action. Kevin's head jerked towards the television screen when he heard familiar laughter coming from a small group that sat on the sofa in front of an entertainment center. He recognized his cousin's hoots even though he was still unable to distinguish his features. He didn't recognize the redhead who was rubbing herself against Brian, however. As Kevin approached from behind, Brian leaned forward for a few seconds and then rose and shook his head. Then reached for something in front of him and turned to the redhead. He sprinkled something on her bare shoulder and then licked it off as the woman giggled.

1996, Germany, parties, women, success…. Cocaine.

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That was when Kevin had first sampled the white powder. They all had except for Nick and AJ. Even Lou had had enough sense to keep those two away from the stuff. They were still under age and he didn't need to risk an accusation of contributing to the delinquency of a minor. Besides, Denise and Jane were always around. The three older boys didn't have anyone looking over their shoulder. Lou wanted to keep these three as happy as possible while he milked them for everything he could get away with and to that end, he kept them supplied with sex and, occasionally, drugs in limited amounts. He was fairly careful on that score. Lou didn't want to raise any suspicions and, besides, the group had an image to maintain.

When they brought suit against Lou a couple of years ago, part of the settlement agreement included silence about any drug use and Lou's knowledge of it. They had agreed, not to protect their ex-manager but to protect themselves. Nick had not been part of the lawsuit and so, to Kevin's knowledge, had no idea about the drugs and women that had been made available.

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Kevin had only snorted coke a few times. He knew enough to be wary and had only succumbed to the temptation when he'd had too much to drink and was in a strong 'party frame of mind'. He was 'body conscious' back then and ambitious enough to fear any substance that could permanently damage their careers. As he stood in the darkness watching Brian, he wondered if his cousin had continued using over the years or if tonight was an exception. Kevin also wondered if the stuff still had the power to make him feel so good. He wasn't so ambitious now. When Kevin circled around the sofa, he could see that several lines of the white powder had been laid out on the surface of a glass-topped coffee table. A credit card lay beside the plastic bag that contained a relatively small amount of cocaine - only about three or four tablespoons. Brian leaned back against the sofa, grinning his ass off. The tail of his shirt was hanging out of his pants and his tie was loosened. God only knew where his jacket was.

"Brian…"

Brian looked up, surprised to see his cousin standing there. Kevin detected no sense of embarrassment or shame.

"Well, looky here, guys! It's the tall, dark, handsome and married one!" Brian patted the empty seat beside him. "Sit down, cousin. This is a surprise!"

Kevin stepped over two bodies on the floor and lowered himself to the sofa.

"You've been gone awhile. Is everything okay?"

"What the fuck do you think, Kev? Look around!" Brian waved his arm around the room. "Everything's great! I was just getting tired of the bullshit downstairs, that's all." He became quiet as a touch of paranoia set in. "You following me, Kev? You're up here alone, aren't 'ya?" Brian squinted his eyes and looked around the room.

"I'm alone…." Kevin answered.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot," Brian giggled. "I guess you are…" He reached over and pulled the redhead onto his knee. "But I'm not! Kevin. This is…uh…"

"Gina…" the redhead laughed and slapped Brian on the arm.

"Oh yeah… Gina. Gina, this is my cousin, Kevin. Now Kevin is very special and I want you to be real nice to him." Brian said seriously. "Not only is he tall and good-looking, and not only was he voted the best of everything in high school but he's also the sexiest pop star and the undisputed leader and chief decision maker of the most popular pop group in the world! To top it off, he is now the proud owner of what must be the best piece of ass in the state! But…" Brian stared at Kevin, grinning. "…I'm the one with the voice. He doesn't have that!" Gina and Brian started laughing as if sharing some private joke.

Kevin's previously mellow state was beginning to leave him. He rested his elbows on his knees and looked at the floor. Brian isn't himself. He would be patient. His gaze traveled to the lines laid out on the table.

"Go on, Kev! Take a hit! " Brian implored him. "God knows, you could use one! You're letting that phony baloney 'Shitmore' de-dick you in front of everybody while he goes after your piece of pussy! He's playing with your head, man! Don't let him think he's got your balls in his pocket!"

Kevin said nothing. He just continued to stare at the lines of powder and silently cursed his cousin for screwing up the pleasant effects of primo dope. Then without a word he reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet and took out a twenty-dollar bill. He didn't even look at Brian as he rolled the bill into a narrow tube and bent his head over a line.

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Where is he? Tristan was back in her seat waiting for Kevin to return from wherever it was he had disappeared to. She was tired now and wanted to go home. The evening, which had started out to be so promising seemed to have turned decidedly sour. Howie and his date had already left and she could tell that Nick and Holly would be going soon. Nick had been casting apologetic glances her way since she had returned to the table with Leighanne. Tristan knew that Nick had meant no harm when he remarked about her and Asa earlier but she had grown sick and tired of people continuing to pair them together. Even Kevin did this - not out of distrust but out of some irrational fear.

Her mind replayed the evening's events. Things had been great until Kevin had returned with her plate. His sarcasm, "looking for somebody special?", coupled with his lack of surprise at Asa's sudden appearance at their table, spoke volumes. Kevin had already seen Asa. He had probably wondered if she had known he was there. Then the panties… Lord. Tristan was grateful that Asa didn't know who they belonged to. Yes, Kevin was perturbed. She was sure of it and that made her a little angry. She had tried to make excuses so she wouldn't have to dance with Asa and Kevin had let her flounder. He could have cut in, but he didn't. He vanished, instead. Kevin hadn't lost control of the evening - he had thrown it away. Tristan began to talk herself into a little self-righteousness indignation. She should be the one who was upset, not him. He had told Max Martin that she didn't want to mix the new album. She wondered when Kevin had told him this, not that it mattered too much now.

AJ and Amanda were talking with a couple that Tristan didn't know. Surely AJ must be drunk by now, but he didn't look it. He was being charming and funny and had brought Mason and Jack into the animated conversation. Tristan wished she could drink. This would be such a good night to get loaded. She turned to Leighanne and was a little startled to find that Leighanne was staring at her. She was shit-faced.

"Bootiful earrings, Twistan…" Leighanne was speaking as if she had a mouth full of cotton. "How many times did you have to go down on Kevvy Kev to get those?" She started giggling and waved at a waiter nearby, pointing to her nearly empty wine glass and nodding.

Thankfully, Tristan didn't have to answer that question. Leighanne's currently non-existent attention span caused her to be easily diverted when she spotted the two cousins coming from the other side of the room. The entire table stopped and stared as Leighanne stepped up onto her chair and started waving madly.

"Yoo-hoo! Bri-bear! Kevvy! Here we are over here!"

"For Christ's sake, Leighanne!" Amanda shouted. "They know where the hell we are! Do you think we've switched tables or something? Quit making an ass out of yourself and sit down!"

Leighanne responded by turning her back to Amanda, bending over and wiggling her rear end at her. She was still standing in the chair.

"Go on Amanda!" Leighanne laughed. "Kiss it! Kiss it! You know you want to!"

Tristan yanked at the hem of Leighanne's skirt and finally talked her into coming down off the chair. The scene had thoroughly amused Jack and Mason who were slapping each other's backs.

Kevin and Brian seemed to be in good spirits and Tristan guessed that Kevin had ingested several drinks when he was away. It looked like he was going to be a happy drunk tonight. Kevin was making kissy faces at her and laughing as he approached he table. Thank God he wasn't melancholy or angry. Tristan would have expected that after the evening that they'd had so far. Kevin took his seat and slid her chair closer to his. Then she felt his arm slip around her shoulders and his fingers began to weave themselves in and out of her hair. Although Tristan knew that they still had some issues they were going to have to deal with, she was enjoying Kevin's mild show of affection. She looked into his face and found he was staring at her. A slight smile danced at the corner of his mouth as if he had a secret and he seemed alert and focused, undimmed by the effects of alcohol. Tristan had started to return his smile when she suddenly felt the fingers that had been playing in her hair suddenly slip across her throat and downward. Before she had a chance to react, Kevin's fingertips had inched inside the top of her already low cut bodice and were moving back and forth across her breasts in full view of everyone at the table. Her eyes grew wide at his public boldness as his smile threatened to become a grin.

Kevin was amused at Tristan's shyness. He had felt her stiffen when his fingers had journeyed just under the top of her dress. What did she expect? Her breasts were practically screaming to be touched and he was aching to touch them, to caress her creamy and pliant flesh, to reach the tender and sensitive prize at their the tips. He didn't have to look at the other faces at the table. He knew they were trying not to stare and were probably a little shocked to see him openly assertive in a sexual way - with someone he cared about, anyway. The guys had seen far more in years past when he had been with groupies, party girls and one night stands. They had all seen each other under those circumstances but the women they cared about or even saw more than once were a private matter.

He removed his hand from Tristan's breasts and played his fingers down her back. Her face was pink. She was aggravated with him and, for some reason, Kevin found that funny and a little arousing. He pushed the side of her head towards him and began to whisper in her ear.

"I think I've decided, Tris… I think I want you to start off on your knees and end up in my lap, baby. " Kevin began to tongue fuck Tristan's ear and whisper his commands between the tiny thrusts. "Do me… Ride me… Do me… Ride me…" Then he be began to moan softly in her ear, deliberately provoking her. "God, Tris…I'm gonna cum, baby…"

"Stop it, Kevin!" Tristan hissed between clenched teeth.

"Can't stop baby. I'm there… I'm there, Tris!" Kevin groaned softly, blowing his hot breath into her ear. "Damn. Baby…" he sighed.

He was delighted to feel a tremor run down Tristan's spine. She's probably so pissed… Kevin smiled against the side of her face and then pulled himself away, glancing around the table. Hell, he had turned himself on. Nick's mouth was hanging open as he blatantly stared. AJ had crossed his arms and was also staring over the top of his glasses. Mason looked pissed. Brian was laughing and Leighanne just looked bewildered. The others at the table were pretending to look elsewhere. He looked back at Tristan expecting her to be flustered and irritated. Kevin was surprised to find that she was meeting his gaze with a smirk of her own.

So… he wants to play games…. Tristan had found herself oddly titillated by Kevin's sexual teasing. Her earlier impatience had transformed itself into a sort of cocky defiance. She felt that Kevin was issuing her a challenge. He had expected a certain reaction from her but she would be damned if he was going to get it. She was going to surprise Kevin by meeting his challenge. She refused to be so predictable. Her hand made a sudden and unexpected move to Kevin's lap where she began to practice one-handed scales up and down the length of his manhood. Kevin sucked in his breath and his eyes grew wide at the unexpected ambush. He had a feeling that it was pay-back time.

AJ studied the pair from across the table. He saw the movement in Tristan's shoulder followed by Kevin's almost imperceptible gasp and Tristan's half-hidden smile. For a brief moment AJ considered dropping a spoon under the table so that he would have an excuse to verify what he believed was happening underneath the protection of the tablecloth. No one else seemed to notice anything, though and AJ scolded himself for his overactive imagination.

But as he continued to glance towards Tristan and Kevin he noticed a definite change in Kevin's demeanor. Kevin had put his elbows on the table. His hands were clasped as if in prayer, supporting his forehead. His smug smile had left his face and now his brows seemed furrowed in concentration. Tristan sat nonchalantly listening to snippets of conversation.

"What's the matter, Kev? You got a headache or something?" Nick asked innocently.

"N..no, Nick.." Kevin grumbled, never opening his eyes or moving his head from his hands. He seemed annoyed at Nick's concern.

Tristan's ears perked at Nick's question and she decided to add to Kevin's sweet misery by sliding open his zipper and moving the ends of her fingers up the length of his silk covered hardness.

"Are you sure, Kevin? You seem a little….tense…all of a sudden." Tristan teased.

When Kevin opened his eyes and gave her a warning look, she responded by lightly scraping her fingernail across his engorged glans. She felt Kevin shift his hips and stifle a moan. One of his hands flew down to his lap and grabbed her wrist tightly enough to cause her fingers to open reflexively. He pressed her hand onto his thigh. A bead of perspirationslid down the side of his face.

"What are you trying to do?" he whispered angrily.

Tristan suddenly felt powerful. "I'm just returning your favor." She smiled.

"You gonna jerk me off in front of the whole table?" he murmured under his breath.

"I told you I was bad…." She said softly, holding his gaze.

Tristan's defiance wasn't curbing Kevin's excitement. He was a little drunk and a lot wired and high. She was deliberately provoking him - daring him - and he liked it. He liked it a lot.

"And Kevin…" she whispered, delivering the final blow, "…I'm not wearing any panties tonight, either…"

Kevin's eyes darkened and glazed over. "You're lyin'…."

His hand squeezed her wrist even more tightly and Tristan began to feel her fingers tingle. Still, she held on, matching his intensity. She didn't know what was wrong with her but she felt absolutely wild.

"Am I?"

Kevin brought his left hand down under the table and clamped it over her wrist, freeing his right hand to test her claim. No one else at the table existed for them at this moment and if anyone was speaking to them, they weren't aware of it. Their eyes remained locked in a psycho-sexual tension as Kevin's hand lifted the hem of Tristan's dress and pushed it to her upper thigh. He heard the breath catch in her throat when his fingers moved up under the material to her hip bone and then down to the juncture of her legs. Their eyes had yet to waver, both of then refusing to show any weakness but when Kevin's fingertips brushed against her uncovered fur, they surrendered simultaneously - Tristan with a soft whimper and Kevin with a deep sigh.

"Let's go…. Now."

His fingers left her and returned to his zipper where he finally closed the door on the monster that Tristan had unleashed. He stood abruptly, almost toppling his chair behind him and literally pulled Tristan up by the wrist he still held in his hand. He dragged her behind him as she tried to keep up with his long strides and they disappeared out of the double doors.

"Well, goodnight to you, too!" Nick said sarcastically to the retreating figures. He turned to AJ. "What the hell happened to him?"

"I think Tristan happened to him, Nick…" AJ chuckled. "Shit. I'll bet those two don't even make it out of the parking lot!"

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Brian stared into his drink. It had been a long, long time since he had seen Kevin under the influence of anything but Jack Daniels. He tried to shrug away the fear that he may have opened a can of worms. Kevin hadn't had a depressive episode for many months. At least as far as I know. He lifted his glass and finished off his rum and coke, wishing for a moment that he hadn't made any remarks about Asa or Tris. Shit, he's a big boy now. I didn't say anything that everybody wasn't thinking… Still, he had encouraged Kevin to take a hit. He had more than encouraged - he had practically cajoled him into it.

Brian smiled and nodded absently at something Nick had said. He wanted to stop thinking about his cousin. Kevin's okay. He's a strong son of a bitch - not nearly as sensitive and obsessive as he used to be. He'll be fine…

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