"Hey." Scott said, walking past to the balcony.
"What?" Bob whined.
"Just coming to smell the fresh air." Scott said cheerfully as he swung open the doors.
"Don't you have a balcony in your own room?" Bob moaned.
"Yeah, so?" Scott asked with a shrug, going out. He inhaled a deep breath of the rich Italian air.
Clint pulled the blanket tighter around him and shivered.
"You okay Clint?" Bob asked, concerned.
Clint nodded weakly in his slumber next to his twin on the bed.
"Are you cold?" Bob asked.
Clint nodded as he shivered. He still wasn't fully recovered.
"I'll get you a blanket." Bob offered, rolling off the bed and going to the other one to fetch a blanket for his brother. He didn't want to be scared like he had been before, he wouldn't be able to take seeing Clint in such critical condition.
Clint mumbled his words of gratitude as Bob delicately covered him with the blanket, laying back down next to him in bed.
"Are you okay now?" Bob asked curiously and concerned.
"Yeah..." Clint replied, closing his eyes again. He gradually drifted back to sleep.
"Hey guys." Dave said, entering the hotel room from the joining door. "This is a nice hotel." he mentioned. I think I like it more than the one in Germany." He sat down on the bed next to Bob and Clint.
"Hey Dave!" Scott called from the balcony. "Come out here."
Dave rolled his eyes and got up from the bed, going to join his older brother on the balcony. "Hey." he said.
"Isn't the view awesome?" Scott asked, a smile playing on his lips. He hadn't smiled in a long time.
"Yeah, whatever." Dave mumbled, turning to go back into the room.
"Don't you want to look at the countryside?" Scott asked with a cheesy grin.
"Not with you!" Dave called over his shoulder.
Scott sighed. "Dave, come here." he said, sitting at one of the lawn chairs.
"What now?" Dave asked, leaning against the door frame.
"Are you mad at me?" Scott asked lamely.
"How'd you stumble onto that conclusion Sherlock?" Dave asked sarcastically.
Scott sighed again. He'd have to put pride aside and make peace with his brother. "Dave, come sit." he said, in too good of a good mood to snap back at his brother's snide comment.
"What?" Dave asked, plopping into the other lawn chair.
"Tell me what's on your mind bro." Scott directed, sitting forward with his elbows rested on his knees.
Dave contemplated telling his brother about Angela and all of the feelings he had kept locked up, but quickly decided against it.
"You're an ass hole Scott. I hate you." Dave said casually.
"Well I love you too Dave." Scott said with a smirk, though his feelings had been stomped on.
Dave sighed. "I'm sorry." he said, feeling bad. "I don't hate you, I just... I don't know. We just haven't gotten along lately."
"I realize that and I want to change it." Scott declared, wondering where the gentle words he was speaking were coming from.
Dave was jealous of Scott but was most certainly not going to admit it. He wished things could go back to normal, but knew that was virtually impossible.
"Oh, so not only are you omniscient, but you're Mr. Nice too?" he spat. "You might as well become a saint, if it weren't for your hormones."
Scott was taken aback. "Okay. I think I see why you're mad at me." he said with a grin. "You're jealous of me because... well... I'm just so damn sexy."
"Oh don't flatter yourself Scott." Dave said, rolling his eyes angrily. "You aren't as sexy as you think, I mean, all your adoring fans should see what you look like in the morning..."
"I look sexy then too!" Scott pointed out. "Look Dave," he taunted. "Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful. You can be sexy too... just... work on it a little." he declared with distaste.
"Shut up!" Dave exclaimed, getting up. "You are so annoying!"
"I'm, too sexy for my shirt... no, I'm, too sexy for my brotha..." Scott sang.
"Shut up!!! Jesus! You are such a prick!" Dave started for the door back into the room but was met with Clint in the doorway.
"Look guys, I'm tired as hell, and I want to sleep. I'm not feeling as good as I could be and you are out here making enough noise to wake the fucking dead! Shut up! I'm not going to say it again! I have a belt and a bad temper... you don't want to know what I can do to you."
"Sorry CT." Scott apologized, still snickering about his run-in with his youngest sibling.
"Yeah, sorry Clint. Go back to sleep, we have a shoot tonight and bags under your eyes aren't very cool. There won't be anymore noise because this conversation is over." he added, glaring at Scott.
"Thank you." Clint said, stumbling back into the bedroom and curling up under the sheets next to Bob.
Dave turned back to face Scott. "You may have the body, but I have the personality, and in the end, that's all the girls want."
* * *
"Try to smile a little wider Dave." the camera man requested, snapping another picture.
Dave plastered on a fake smile, wanting to just flick the camera off instead. He was in the worst possible mood.
"Clint, put your arm around Bob's shoulder... yeah... like that. No, not so tight Clint!" the man exclaimed, seeing that Bob could barely breathe.
Clint and Bob burst into peals of laughter.
The camera man, otherwise known as Antonio, stood back. "Okay, I can see you boys need a break. Take fifteen."
"WhooooHooo!!!" Clint exclaimed, hopping off the set and running to the refreshment table. He had been daydreaming about the crackers with cheese the whole time, waiting for the moment he'd get to sink his teeth into one.
"Down boy." Scott said, following. "I don't think they're going to grow legs and run away."
"Mmmmmm..." Clint moaned, closing his eyes in utter bliss and her took a bite. "Mmmmmm, mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm!"
"Relax." Bob ordered, snatching the rest of the cracker with cheese on top from his twin and popping it into his mouth just to bug him.
"Hey!!" Clint screamed, ready to draw blood.
"You're right, these are good." Bob agreed, jumping out of the way to avoid an attack from his slightly older brother.
"Boys, calm down." Frank directed, coming over.
"He ate my thingy!" Clint whined, going over to the platter to make another one.
"Too bad it won't grow back." Scott said under his breath with a grin.
"Shut up sicko." Clint said snappishly, then smiled again as he ate his new creation.
"We're going to be done in about an hour guys." their father informed them, taking a soda off the refreshment table.
Scott checked his watch. It was almost eight o'clock. "Cool." he said with a devious grin that Clint recognized right away. He waited until his father had gone to talk to the camera man before questioning it.
"What's up Scott?" Clint asked, starting on his third cracker.
Scott's smile only tripled it's size. "In due time Clint, you'll find out in due time."
Bob put his hand to his head. "Oh God, Scott's got a plan! We're doomed!" he said dramatically.
"Hey, I'm just doing what I do best." Scott said proudly.
"Yeah, getting us all in trouble." Clint joked.
Bob laughed as he made himself a famous cracker-and-cheese sandwich.
Scott held his hands up defensively. "Live a little guys."
"You'd just better not get us deported or something..." Clint muttered.
"You'll be thanking me later." Scott trailed off as he headed for the bathrooms.
* * *
"And that's a rap! Bravo!" Antonio exclaimed, beginning to disassemble his camera.
"Finally..." Dave muttered under his breath as he and his brother's walked off the set.
"Here are the crackers you sent for." a young woman said, approaching and handing a box of gourmet crackers to Clint.
"Thank you SO much!" he exclaimed, giving her a quick squeeze.
The woman looked at him as if he were on drugs before walking away quickly.
"They'd better sell these things back home..." Clint trailed off as he eyed the box. "Hey!" he exclaimed, looking up. "You forgot the cheese!"
"Let's go Clint." Bob said firmly, not wanting Clint to release his full and shaken can of whup-ass on the poor woman.
"You boys ready?" Frank asked, approaching them.
"Yup!" Scott said, his famous mischievous grin returning.
"Sheila's hailing a taxi to take us back to the hotel. Then I promise you guys can go to bed and just sleep until five tomorrow afternoon. I know you've all been pretty tired lately." Frank continued as they headed out of the studio.
"Yeah, we're just going to go back to the hotel and sleep." Scott said, giving his brothers a look that they knew meant trouble.
"Your stepmother and I will probably retire as soon as we get in too. You know all this stuff isn't easy on us either." their father continued with a chuckle.
A taxi was waiting for them on the street, Sheila was already inside.
Frank sat in the front with his wife while his four sons crammed in the back. They started their short commute to the hotel.
"Clint, if you're going to munch those right in my ear, at least share one." Bob said.
"No, mine." Clint said childishly, holding the box close to his chest.
"Give me one Clint." Bob demanded. "Now."
"No Bob, get your own!" Clint said defensively.
"Give me one!!!" Bob exclaimed, reaching for the one already in his triplet's hand.
Clint resourcefully stuffed it into his mouth.
"Give it to me!" Bob said, trying to force the box from his brother's hands.
"Nooooo!" Clint exclaimed through his mouthful, spraying flecks of chewed cracker onto Bob's face.
"Sick!" Bob exclaimed, wiping his face off with Clint's shirt. Clint didn't seem to mind, he was content with not being deprived of a single one of his crackers.
"You guys are so immature!" Dave reprimanded, thoroughly annoyed.
"Yeah, sit still, this is a confined space you know." Scott reminded them.
"Clint won't share." Bob pouted.
Clint sighed and held a cracker out to his brother.
"Thanks." Bob said, reaching for it.
Clint popped the cracker in his mouth before his expectant brother could grab it.
"That was mean." Bob stated, turning to look out the left side window.
Clint snickered to himself.
* * *
"Okay guys." Scott announced, entering the hotel room he and Bob shared. The triplets were all sitting on one of the beds gathered around Dave's laptop. "This is the plan." Scott continued, inconsiderately clicking the portable computer shut. "Dad and Sheila are now in bed."
"Oh, your master plan!" Clint exclaimed. "I forgot all about that." he admitted.
"Yeah, well... it's time to remember." Scott said, rubbing his hands together. "Get dressed boys. We are going out."
"Out where?" Bob asked. "I want to keep looking at porn on the Internet." he complained.
"Get a life Bob." Scott said, rolling his baby blue eyes. "There are two kinds of guys. The ones who look at porn, and the ones who make their own. Me? I choose to be the latter."
"You make porn???" Clint exclaimed in disbelief.
"Shut up Clint." Scott directed, not choosing to value his inane question with an answer. "Anyway..." he continued. "We are going out. So get dressed."
"Dressed for what?" Dave grumbled.
"Is there wax build up in your ears? I said we're going out!" Scott repeated.
"Out where?" Dave asked.
"You'll see..." Scott sang, smiling proudly.
"What should I wear?" Clint asked.
"Clothes." Scott replied.
"I don't want to go anywhere." Dave whined. "I'm tired." he lied.
"You're going." Scott declared. "Now get your ass up and get dressed."
* * *
"What if Dad or Sheila go in our room and see that we're not there?" Bob whispered.
"We're in the elevator Bob, you don't have to whisper." Scott pointed out. "And Dad and Sheila are in a comatose state anyhow. They won't be getting up anytime soon."
"Where are we going?" Dave asked, still quite curious.
"I guess I can tell you now." Scott sighed. "We're going to a nightclub." he said.
The triplets exchanged looks. "A nightclub?" Bob repeated.
Scott nodded.
"So why is it such a secret?" Clint asked, articulating his identical triplet's thoughts.
"Wait till you see the club." Scott replied with a smirk.
* * *
The loud sound of techno music pounded from the speakers, the bass literally vibrating the large room. Scott led the way through the crowd of people towards the bar.
"This place is crazy!" Clint exclaimed over the din.
Bob nodded in agreement.
There was a wide assortment of people, from the goth's and SM people, to just regular teenagers. A hazy smoke clouded the room, it's sweet scent permeating the dance floor. Some people were doing drugs, some making out against the wall, most with a drink in hand and most dancing. Scott slid onto a barstool, smiling pleasantly at the bartender.
"Jaggermeister please." he requested with a salacious grin.
The bartender, who most likely didn't speak any English, just smiled and nodded.
"You're drinking Scott?" Clint asked. "You know Dad'll be able to tell in the morning." he pointed out.
"Yeah, but I'm not thinking about the morning. I'm thinking about now." Scott said with a nonchalant shrug. "And right now, I think that there's a Jaggermeister calling my name."
"I'm with Scott on this one." Bob said with a smile. He sat down on the stool next to his brother. "I feel like some tequila, therefore I will order some." he declared mechanically.
"That's the spirit Bob!" Scott said proudly.
"Bob!" Clint exclaimed in disbelief.
"Clint. There are two kinds of guys in the world. The ones who always go in stalls, and the ones who pee into the wind. I prefer to pee into the wind." Scott declared, accepting the drink from the bartender and paying her.
Bob ordered his tequila and looked at Clint. "You want one? It's on me."
Clint frowned. "Someone's got to be the designated walker. Dave, stay clean. I want a screwdriver."
"That a boy Clint!" Scott said as he downed his glass full of liquor.
* * *
The blaring music seemed to ease it's way into each of the boy's minds, finding a common ground where their ears were accustomed to it. Scott, not yet feeling the effects of the small amount of alcohol he had drank, ambled away from the bar, making his way through the dance floor.
A small crowd had formed towards the middle. Scott, expecting to see an orgy going on in the center, jostled his way through. Instead, he saw a girl.
She looked to be about his age, clad in a skin tight electric blue dress and a pair of matching platforms. Her silky brown hair was unruly and free, hanging almost to her waist. She wore the perfect shade of red lipstick, giving her a devious appearance as she glided her tongue over her lips.
She moved fluidly to the music; it seeming to overpower her. To him, she was beckoning with her hips for him to join her. She was daring someone to engage in her sexual dance with her. Scott never passed up a dare.
He grinned to himself before walking out into the center of the circle, taking her hips into his hands as he joined her. She jumped, startled, but never stopped dancing. Looking over her shoulder with her dark brown eyes, she smirked at him, backing up against him so their bodies were pressed together.
Scott ground his hips with hers in a slow fluid motion, wrapping an arm around her waist while the other hand rested on her hip. The music soon over took him and he was lost in it, his body seeming to know exactly how to move from then on.
The girl reached her arms behind her head and pulled his onto her shoulder, so their lips were inches from touching. Her tongue emerged from her mouth and she ran it along his jaw line, sending chills through his spine. She could feel the nice sized erection that was throbbing in his pants with aid of her heavy grinding. She worked her hips just right on him…
* * *
She urgently backed him up against the bathroom wall. "The name's Gigi Hasaad." she said as she kissed his lips hungrily.
"Scott Moffatt..." he introduced himself, returning her kisses and adding his tongue.
No more words were spoken between them. She friskily unbuttoned his pants and slid her hand inside, rubbing him where he needed it most. Scott purred in pleasure, fumbling with the zipper of her dress. Gigi moaned loudly as he began to caress her breasts, moving his kisses down to take one into his wet mouth.
Gigi tugged his sufficiently stiff prick from his pants, pulling roughly at it and causing him to feel a ‘hurts so good’ kind of pain. Through the awkward positioning in the bathroom, they stumbled about for a moment, finally succeeding in thudding roughly to grungy floor with him on the bottom. From then on, it was only a race to the peak of each of their desires. All was forgotten between the two as they traveled down the path or ecstasy and pleasure. Scott continued to live for the moment, not thinking about the next day, or anything else for that matter...
* * *