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It had been a day and honestly Glenn was trying pretty hard not to think about it. From the whole portal thing, the kids being taken and sold off in a strange new world, running over and killing two men… He wasn’t feeling great about things in general. Even three beers in, or maybe because he was three homebrewed beers in, he felt queasy and unsettled about it all.
He was still fumbling over the other dad’s names because he hardly knew these guys, but what he did know was that they were heading for the hippie guy’s kids first. Which was cool. He seemed the most motivated to check on them. The big guy, Darryl, had pretty obvious reasons for not wanting to find his kid first and Glenn wasn’t in any rush either to figure out how real that contract was. They really should have asked to see a terms and conditions page before signing anything. Ron’s kid probably wanted to be found even less than Ron wanted to find him.
Nick was a tough kid. Glenn was sure that he was fine. He had to assume he was until hearing otherwise because thinking too hard about it wasn’t productive. The what-if’s that started rolling in once he let his mind wander just gave him a bigger headache and sent the low dropping feeling in his gut plummeting to the ground. So it was easy enough to back Henry up and make that their plan.
None of the other guys had made a big deal of him passing out and he was grateful for that but also wouldn’t have minded a little more compassion to be honest. He’d been in and out of consciousness for what felt like hours. At some point the other guys had recruited a tour guide that was apparently a real little dragon that could go invisible and could talk. It would have been more impressive if he hadn’t been so exhausted. He’d felt off since he woke back up. It was weird but he just needed to sleep it off. That’s all it was.
He half listened and did his best to assist while Ron and Darryl negotiated for a room. His muscles ached like he’d been in some sort of mosh pit and the pounding in his head felt more like a hangover than anything else. Skin hot and itchy from being knocked around, carried, and he could only assume dropped on the ground by the dust that had wound up on his clothes.
Ron came back nearly beaming with pride, a brass key clenched in one hand and depositing three little silver coins into Glenn’s. He patted Ron on the back and congratulated him which only made Ron glow more. Darryl was already headed for the stairs, calling for them to hop to it. Henry still had his arms full of the empty space that Glenn was pretty sure was the dragon thing as he followed Darryl up. Ron shuffled up the stairs behind Glenn as he walked, mirroring his footsteps so perfectly that Glenn couldn’t even hear him. Could only vaguely feel his presence there.
When they reached room number seven it was a brief shuffle in the cramped hallway to get the key passed up to Darryl who pushed the door open and they all stepped in.
Glenn shucked off his jacket with a groan and tossed it on the head of the bed to the right. He tugged his boots off next as Henry and Darryl justified to the empty air about how it only made sense for the two of them to share the other bed. He didn’t really care where they all ended up as long as he was able to lay down. Ron mumbled something and went through the small doorway by the end of Glenn’s bed, announcing a moment later that he was going to sleep in the bathtub. Which meant Glenn got the bed to himself.
As Henry and Darryl shuffled around getting ready for bed, Glenn stretched out lazily across his space. The temptation of closing his eyes and drifting off as soon as his head hit the thin pillow lost out to his desire for comfort. It was a fight to get his pants off but once they were it was all worth it. The bed itself was nothing special, there was enough room for two people as Darryl and Henry were proving, the mattress a little thin and unfamiliar but it beat the concrete.
He knew it wouldn’t take more than closing his eyes for him to fall asleep and he barely kept them open long enough for them all to agree that they’d be up by dawn to sneak out to avoid the bartender catching them.
It wasn’t that easy actually. Glenn had closed his eyes and pulled the blankets up tight. Pushed the blanket off and then pulled it back around him. Laid on his back, then his left side, then his right. Smashed his face into the pillow and laid on his stomach which only helped in alerting him to the fact that all his rolling around in the sheets had him half hard in his boxer briefs. The pressure of his dick pressed into the mattress was both pleasant and frustrating so before long he was shuffling around again.
He officially couldn’t sleep. And now that he was aware of the tightness down south, it was almost impossible to ignore.
He just needed to destress, that would help. Just had to rub one out real quick then he’d be back to normal. Ron was in the little adjoining bathroom, curled up in the tub. Darryl and Henry were both already sound asleep in the bed on the other side of the room, only a few feet from Glenn’s own. A rolled up blanket was supposed to be keeping them apart but from what Glenn could see in the low light from the window was Darryl curled up around Henry who looked like he was living his best little spoon life.
Glenn knew it wasn’t cool of him to do it right there, not while he didn’t really have privacy. But he couldn’t sleep. He was bone tired and everything hurt and he just wanted to sleep it all off but he couldn’t stop tossing and turning. It was lucky that Gartok had taken up post by the door, curling up on a chair there to sleep rather than bunking with Glenn.
Glenn rolled onto his back again and stared up at the wooden ceiling as he listened to the space around him. The sounds of the other dads sleeping was different but not totally unexpected. Plenty of time on the tour bus with his old bandmates had desensitized him to sleeping around other people. Hearing their various sleeping quirks and tuning them out.
He paid attention just enough to be sure that they were all asleep. Darryl snored loud enough that it was a sure thing, Henry too had a little humming snore that felt straight out of an old cartoon. Ron slept quieter than the other two but there was at least a little division between their spaces. Gartok hadn’t moved since he’d curled up like a cat and closed his eyes.
Relatively confident he had as much privacy as he’d get, he shuffled a bit to face away from the other guys to minimize the chance of giving any of them a show as he worked a hand down under the blanket. He’d stripped down a bit, jacket and jeans balled up beside his pillow, before he laid down and was more grateful for that than ever when there wasn’t any obstacle stopping him from palming himself through his boxer briefs.
The immediate relief sent his head spinning. He was already half hard against his thigh and every touch sent warmth pooling in his stomach. He squeezed himself lightly and had to bite back a too loud sigh, reminding himself that he wasn’t looking for an audience this time. Maybe it was the stress he’d been feeling, maybe the exhaustion or nearly dying, but everything about this part felt better than normal. He could already feel his underwear getting damp and made the executive decision to shimmy them down and out of the way before they became too soiled to be comfortable the next day.
Skin to skin was even better. He wasn’t looking forward to the lack of lube but he’d made do with worse before. The tip of his cock was already leaking again and only seemed to be encouraged to spill more with every touch. In way less time than it should have taken his palm was slick with it and he couldn’t resist giving himself a long slow stroke that he felt from his toes up to his brain.
It was addictive, he was pretty sure that he wouldn’t stop even if someone did wake up. He pumped himself again and tried to keep things slow and quiet. It didn’t last long, patience was never his strong suit. His hips pushing forward to meet his fist, the barely there creak of the bedframe and his sped up breaths filling in the space between snores.
His stomach clenched as he brought his hand down lower to cup his balls. Everything was slick and hot and oversensitive. Verging on too good and he hadn’t even finished yet. Or honestly maybe he had with how wet everything felt. The slick slide of his hand felt obscenely loud in the enclosed space but he couldn’t stop. He also couldn’t stop himself from bringing his hand down even lower. Leaving his cock pulsing needily against his stomach as he spread his thighs more. Letting his fingers trace down past his balls to where he felt a dull throbbing. Something desperate and empty.
Exploring like this wasn’t typically his thing, especially not for what was meant to be a quick perfunctory jerk off, but he was quickly reevaluating that idea because this was much better. He pressed and rubbed against the space there, breath hitching as his body gave way and the tip of his finger pressed inside. The angle wasn’t great, his wrist ached already from the strain, but the way it sent little jolts of pleasure through the rest of him made up for it. There was some discomfort and unfamiliarity to the stretch in a good way like a well worked muscle. Everything was still slick and hot every tiny shift of his hand made the tightness in his lower stomach throb.
He pushed in deeper, his body greedily taking the finger and he let his mind wander to the idea of it being someone else’s. Someone else pressing into him, exploring this part that he was only now realizing he’d been missing out on. A strong hand holding his thighs open, a body settling between them, confident hands touching his chest, his abs, his cock. Finally sliding down to where he really needed them. Pressing a finger into him and letting him adjust to the stretch before they added more. Making him take more because they knew he could handle it. Filling him up and making him feel whole.
A second finger was already inside him. He rocked them in little pulses, the feeling of them inside was too good to take away. He was grinding against his hand more than stretching himself open and he couldn’t tell which would be better. All that mattered was that it felt good now. His cock was throbbing against his stomach, drooling so much precum against his stomach that it was pooling and dripping down his side. When he rocked his hips just right it let him grind back onto the fingers filling him and his wrist against his sensitive balls and cock.
Unable to resist he had to bring his other hand down to his cock. Rolling his fist over the sensitive tip again and again, biting into his cheek hard so that he wouldn’t swear out loud at the sensation. He had been close for a while, really he’d been Close all his life, and this was enough to finally push him over the edge. His hole clenched like a vice around his fingers as his cock pulsed and spattered his palm with cum. A whine burned at the back of Glenn’s throat and he pushed his face hard into his balled up jacket to muffle the sound.
Everything buzzed in a dizzying way. Glenn gave himself a few more lazy pumps, wringing out the last drops of cum as exhaustion settled back under his skin. He’d regret not cleaning up better, but with Ron in the bathroom and everything feeling cozy and warm he didn’t want to. It took more effort to pull his fingers out from himself than it had to put them in. His hole clinging to them and aching with an unfamiliar emptiness once they were gone. If his hands and wrists weren’t critical to his career he might have ignored the discomfort that would have come from leaving his fingers buried inside himself all night. The room full of other guys didn’t help either.
He wiped his hands off on the side of the bedding and passingly hoped that the inn had some version of room service that would give them a good scrub down before the next guests checked in. He wiped himself as clean as he could be bothered to and shuffled into a less damp spot on the bed. If they hadn’t already been planning on sneaking out of this place, this would have been pretty good motivation to do so.
Glenn finally relaxed into the bed. The pillow and other clothes were dragged along as he curled up to get more comfortable. Every time he shifted he could smell himself, a sweet kind of musk, something warm like laying out in the sun at the beach. It wasn’t half bad if anyone asked him but he also hoped it would clear up before morning came. It was poor party etiquette to leave the communal room reeking of sex while everyone slept. Closing his eyes he let himself finally drift off to sleep in the quiet of the room.