[UC] one last tour.

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Mat sat on Dylan's suitcase, laughing because he knew he didn't weigh enough to make that much of a difference. He laid down across it, smiling up at Dylan.

"You know the twelvth show is back home, right? And we have like, thirty-five. So you don't need to pack the entire kitchen sink, pickle head." He teased, resorting to sitting on it again. He bounced on it, trying to get it to squish down so Dylan could zip it.

"Hurry UPPPP." He moaned, rubbing at his bare eyes. They didn't have a show until the next night, so he didn't bother. "Your hair spray is in my ASS, Dylan!"

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Dylan grinned crookedly. "Dork," He complained. "My kitchen sink isn't fucking in there Mat." He grunted, managing to get it zipped. "Get your fat ass offff then." Pushing Mat back, he collapsed over his own suitcase with a laugh, kissing him softly. "That's still twelve shows so 'neh."

"Oh," Straightening up, he grew serious for a moment, pulled a box from his back pocket. "You're gonna have bragging rights to the rest of the band now." He grinned.

Opening it, he removed the ring within and took Mat's left hand, sliding it on his ring finger. He kissed him again, smiled. "I don't want to marry you, I just want everybody to know that's you're mine."

The bedroom door opened and he looked up towards one of his fourteen year old brothers. "Hey Dev, we're just leaving." He watched him sit on the edge of the bed with a wave, tilting his head some and smiling at Mat a bit.

Dylan smirked, ruffling his brothers hair. "You're silly. Come on, help us get this stuff packed."
He pulled Mathieu to his feet. "Uff, fat," He taunted playfully, poking his nose before scampering back with another teasing smile.

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Where one person would have been shocked by the ring, Mat was shocked by something completely stupid. "You had that box in your ass pocket? How the fuck did it fit with your ghetto butt?!" He saw Devon walk in and smiled, collapsing onto the bed, his head falling into the boy's lap.

"You be good. Don't destroy the house without us." He smiled up at him, then was pulled to his feet by Dylan. "No. If you packed the entire closet, you carry the entire closet, Parker! My roadies aren't hired for you and your beauty supplies." He smirked, grabbing his bags before sneaking back and kissing Devon's forehead. He waddled out of the room, groaning.

"Do you have a dead body in here? Cheese and fucking rice. Oh. Hey dad. Bye dad." He said with a smile, walking out to the truck where Britt was waiting.

"What's with the ring?" He asked, and Mat put the bags in the bed. He climbed into the middle seat, getting in Britt's face.

"Shotgun wedding. Why do you ask?" He said with a smirk, then leaned back in the seat. "HI-YO SILVER, AWAY! Come on, pickle head!"

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Dylan scowled. "My assss isn't ghetto," He complained. Hugging Devon tight he smiled. "Be good omay? I'll be back soon enough. And if not in time before May, happy birthday." He kissed his forehead, laughing at Mat's comment and shaking his head.

"Nah, you're just weak," He teased, glancing back to see Devon watching them in the doorway.

He waved a last time, sidling into the truck. "I could go slower," He teased, ruffling his hair. "Oops."

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"He has a ghetto booty, don't he?" He asked Britt and Britt threw his hands up.

"I am NOT adding fuel to your fire, Maty Cakes." He said with a smirk, and Mat punched him in the shoulder.

"MY HAIR!" He cried, dramatically dropping into Dylan's lap. He pretended to sob, then sat back up. "You're just mad because my hair is so damn sexy. It turns you on. Admit it." He smirked, kissing up his neck to his jaw. He slipped a hand into Dylan's shirt, playing with the button on his jeans.

"No fucking in the truck." Britt said, and Mat laughed.

"No fucking, just fondling." He smirked, his green eyes looking up at Dylan.

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"Yeah, keep Britt out of it," Dylan complained, kissing the top of Mat's head. He tilted his own a bit at the touches, laughing at Britt's comment.

"Fondling is gonna get you in trouble too," He complained, laughing. He played with his hair some again, smirking. "This is gonna be alongggg drive," He taunted, poking his stomach before kissing at his neck, sucking on the skin there to tease him.

He was glad his father's had been laid back enough to be okay with him going.

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Mat smiled, then bit his lip at the kiss. "It's not my fault you can't hold out as long as I can." He smirked, climbing into Dylan's lap.

"Actually, we're just going down the road.." He rocked his hip against Dylan's. "To the bus.." He kissed his neck. "Where we have to unload your house." He slid his hands up Dylan's shirt, running them across his chest. Britt swerved and stopped, obviously intentionally because it sent Mat's back into the dash board.

"Hey, fuck you." Mat groaned, bouncing on Dylan's lap just to spite Britt.

"No fucking! You're like a damn rabbit, Mat." He groaned, getting out the truck. He started unloading the bags, putting them in the bottom of the bus.

"I'm cuter than a rabbit." He complained, ceasing his bouncing.

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Dylan smirked. "Long ride," He teased, grunting as Mat climbed into his lap. He hugged him close, laughing as Britt swerved. He bit his lip when Mat bounced on his lap. "Yeahh, he's cuter than a rabbit," He called. "Usually." Grinning, he opened the door, squirming out of the truck, pulling Mathieu with him.

"I didn't load my entire housee dammit," He complained, laughing. He kissed him, grabbing a bag and Mat's free hand, dragging him towards the bus to help loading up underneath.

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"Usually? Okay. Let's see how cute I am when I don't wanna bang you tonight." He said with a smirk, grabbing a couple of the bags. He waddled over to the bus, loading them before climbing into the back of his truck. He grabbed his guitar, walking over to the back of the van. He put it with the other guitars, making sure it was secured before he climbed onto the bus.

"Nap time!" He exclaimed, walking into the bunk room. He climbed into his bunk, looking around at the pictures of Dylan he had on the walls. He grabbed his stuffed dog, hugging it close.

"MAT." Britt called and he groaned.

"Noooohooooooo." He whined, and Britt grabbed him by the leg, pulling him out of the bed and into the kitchen.

"MY PANTS, BRITT! WATCH IT!" He screamed defensively, feeling his pants get lower and lower on his hips.

"You make dinner."

"No."

"Yes."

"Fix my pants."

"Fuck you."

"Only Dylan can do that." He smirked from where he lay on the floor.

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Dylan complained faintly, chuckling, and climbed onto the bus, watching Mat climb into the bunk. He shook his head, sprawling dramatically. "I'll sleep here then," He huffed, watching Britt drag him out of the bed.

He smirked. "But not tonight huh?" He teased, crawling over to him and lying down across him. "Uff," He complained, kissing him slowly.

"You gotta make dinner and I don't," He taunted playfully, sitting on top of him. "But I'm not movinggg."