[UC] one last tour.

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He laughed, running his hand slowly down Dylan's chest. He stopped just above him and kissed him gently. He rubbed his stomach gently, tempted to move his hand lower. But he didn't.

"Keep your ass in the air, and Britt might come fuck you." He teased. "He's like the boogeyman."

"NUH UH!" Britt exclaimed from the bunk over and Mat snorted, pulling a pillow over his head as he screamed in laughter.

"OH GOD I'M GONNA DIE I CAN'T BREATHE I'M DYIN'!" He screamed, stomping his feet on the bed.

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Dylan cracked up into laughter, wiggling his butt a last time before collapsing onto the bed in a fit of snickers. "Like a puppy that wants to play." He laughed, raising his ass again with a smirk.
He pressed his cheek to the bed, a grin on his lips, collapsing a last time.

"I'm silly," He announced loudly, ruffling Mat's hair. "Love you."

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"The puppy want's to play, Britt!" Mat screamed, and he could almost /hear/ Britt blushing. He leaned over kissing him deeply.

"Britt can't have you. Britt's a meany head. And he's bad in bed, I'm sure. All virgins are." He said with a smirk, and something came through the curtain, whacking him in the head. He started laughing all over again, rubbing the top of his head.

"Who the fuck has a football on the bus?!" He asked, hiding it in his compartment. "Someone ain't got a football no more."

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan only grinned, beginning to laugh all over again. "..Can't breeeaathe," He complained, clutching at his stomach. "I'mma piss myself." He laughed softly, draping an arm over Mat and kissing him deeply.

"Unless someone's got a bottle, y'all better clear outta the bathroom!" He yowled, dropping his head back onto the pillow with a smirk.

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He kissed him back, then wrinkled his nose. "Ew! Dylan!" He complained, pushing him away. "That's sooo nasty. Go pee." He was sure the rest of the band was ready. He was the one who took forever. He got out of the bed, and started putting on the clothes Britt had laid out for him.

"You're not gonna do your hair and makeup?" Britt asked.

"Nuh uh. We're gonna get rained on anyways. There's no point." He shrugged, fixing his tie. "Come on, baby! I need my good luck kiss!" He called.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan snickered, scampering out of the bed and into the bathroom to take a whizz. Washing his hands and running one through his hair, he sauntered back out, huggig Mat tight and kissing him slowly on the lips, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze. "Patience, Maty Cakes," He teased.

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Mat wrapped his arms tightly around his neck, kissing him deeply. He made sure to keep him close, needing to know he was there. Rain always made him nervous. He thought he would drown or something. He grabbed his back up guitar, nearly a replica to his other one, except this one couldn't short circut in the rain. Everything was sealed and protected. He kissed him gently one more time before walking out the front of the bus, the rain pouring down on his head. He smiled, his eyes bright as he waved to the people, making his way to the stage.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan smiled, following him out into the rain, and of course back stage. A last, ritual kiss, shaking his hair out as he scampered towards the crowd and his little corner, smiling down at an excited little girl.

Rain or shine he stood in the front of the crowd to watch. The little girl tugged at his jeans, umbrella held over her head. "He'd my favorite! He's funny." She giggled, pointing at Mat.

"Can you get me his signature?"

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The show started and Mat bounced across the stage again, playing his guitar as if it were second nature to him. He walked out to the edge of the stage, tossed his pick away and started strumming with his fingers. The song ended and Mat walked back over to his corner, grabbing his water.

"We got video cameras out here today!" The singer said. Mat spat his water up in the air, making a waterfall.

"Why? It's raining." Mat said into his mic, looking out around at the crowd.

"Maybe they like you so much they need you on tape." The bassist said with a smirk.

"Heh heh heh." Mat smirked, grabbing another pick. "Sounds like they're a couple nights late, eh?"

When the show ended, Mat walked back out into the crowd, his guitar on his back. "You stealin' my boyfriend?" He asked the little girl with a smile.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan smiled as he listened to them, laughing softly. "Yeah, he's my favorite, too," He agreed. He glanced uo when Mat came down off the stage. "Ohh totally," He teased. "Nah, she wants your autograph, not mine." He smiled, ruffling Mat's wet hair.

"I'll go help with everything, love you." Heading towards the stage, he paused at a sound and disappeared around the back.