[UC] one last tour.

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"Nope. Not tonight. Cause I'm only sometimes cute." He said with a wrinkle of his nose. He kissed him back, wrapping his arms around his neck. He ran his tongue across his bottom lip, pouting when he pulled away.

"Fine, don't move." He smirked, rocking his hips slowly against him. He chewed on his lip, looking up at Dylan. "You're just gonna have an entire band and crew mad because a- they don't have any food and b- they didn't get to watch anyone fuck." He pushed his hips up against Dylan's.

"But you're bound to break before I do anyways. Your hand can't feel near as good as I do, pretty boy." He smirked, his eyes bright as he teased him.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan laughed softly. "We'll see. I never you you weren't cuuute. I said were weren't always cuter than a rabbit." He smirked, kissing him again before hugging him tight.

"Fine, go make dinner." He got up. "We'll see what happens in the kitchen." He winked, tugging Mat up and pulling his pants down further instead of up, laughing.

"You'll crack by tonight, you know you will," He breathed in his ear, kissing up the line of his jaw, wrapping his arms over Mat's chest.

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"Nope. I never crack. I'm good under pressure." He smirked, wiggling out of his arms. He pulled his pants back up, then started going through the fridge.

"Britt, why can't we hire a woman?!' He groaned.

"You are the woman." He said flatly, his nose in his paperwork. Mat flipped him off, then grabbed the cheese and butter from the fridge. He started slicing he cheese, and after a while, had enough grilled cheeses to feed everyone three times over.

"COME EAT, FUCKERS." He called, walking back to his bunk. He crawled in, pulling his shirt over his head. The tattoo on his back still hurt. He laid on his stomach, closing his eyes.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan bothered him as he cooked, kissing his and playfully trying to distract him.

Once dinner was finished, he watched him crawl back into the bunk. "Aww, Maty Cakes," He complained. "What's wrong? Why so tired?" He kissed his forehead, absently rubbing at an arm as he watched the others go for the food.

He stretched some, brushing his hair out of his face.

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"I was fucking you til five in the morning." He said with a laugh. He had stayed up til six, watching Dylan breathe. Then finally fell asleep. "And my back hurts. My tattoo is a bitch." He pulled the pillow over his head. He groaned loudly, and Britt moaned from the other room. Mat laughed. He loved their weird dysfunctional band family.

"Ah! Britt!" Matt moaned, rolling over onto his side.

"I wouldn't fuck you with a ten foot pole." Britt retorted and Matt fell to the floor laughing.

"That's okay. I don't want anyone except Dylan." He said, getting comfy on the floor. He pulled his pillow under his head, undoing his belt before pulling it out of the belt loops.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan laughed softly in response to that, shrugging. At the retorts between the two he grinned, dropped beside Mat and kissed him.

"C'mon Mat," He growled playfully, another crooked grin teasing his lips. He tugged at his jeans playfully, teeth digging against his throat. He of course, was comfortable with the band members and not bothered to hide the display.

Hands traced Mat's chest tauntingly. "You sure you can hold out? We're stuck in this bus for how long before the first show?" He chuckled.

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"Until five tomorrow afternoon. Then we have to get set up at the venue. I think I can hold out." He smirked, tipping his chin back to kiss him deeply. "I don't have to have you inside me to get off." He said, kissing his neck gently, He pulled his knee closer, rocking his hips against it.

"But you do, don't you? You want to pin my hips down, and fuck me until I scream, huh? You want to hear me whimper, beg you to go deeper, don't you?" He raised a hand to his neck, his tongue running across the skin on the other side. He sucked the skin gently, pushing his hips down on Dylan's knee.

[dylan flambyte parker]

"I don't have to, no. I just prefer it that way. Then er'body has to see it," He drawled, laughing breathily. "Or at least hear it." He smirked.

"But 'long as you're close it's good enough.." He pushed his knee down a bit harder, moving it teasingly. He kissed overhis jaw and neck gently, teeth and tongue teasing skin there.

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Mat bit back a moan, not going to add fuel to his fire. He pulled Dylan's face to his, kissing him as deeply as he could manage. He wanted to pull Dylan on top of him, but that would mean he was caving. And he wasn't going to cave.

"Well, we're tangled in the middle of the floor and not fucking. So.. Either way, we're annoying them." He laughed, rubbing Dylan's chest above his shirt. He didn't think he ever wanted to bang him so bad. Probably because he wanted so bad not to give in to him. It just made him want him more.

He ran a hand down his chest, rubbing the front of his jeans. "Can your jeans get any tighter?" He asked with a smirk.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan laughed softly, eying the others for a moment. He grunted as he was pulled into the kiss, tongue snaking into his mouth and he ran a hand through his hair, chuckled against his lips.

"You're gonna cave, you know it-..." He bit his lip as his jeans were rubbed, managed a smile. "Maybe. You'll find out," He teased, dragging his fingers up and down the underside of Mat's leg over the jeans.