[UC] one last tour.

[mathieu 'mat' darren blank]

Mat shook his head. "I'm not going to be the one to cave. You are. You know you can't deal without me." He smirked, kissing along his jaw, his hand working him through his jeans. He couldn't help but whimper at the touch.

"You're a cheater, using sweet spots." He complained, knowing he was cheating just as much. But he also knew Dylan was a lot harder to crack than he was. He rocked his hips harder, knowing even if he came, he wouldn't be satisfied until it was Dylan doing it. He chewed on his lip, trying to focus on what his hand was doing and not on Dylan's hands and knee.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan chuckled, moaning faintly at the hand against his jeans, shuddering. "Mat," He complained, huffing.

He smirked faintky, moving his knee up and down, hand continuing along his leg slowly. "You know you want me, hands over your bare body, kisses down your chest and stomach, legs..."

His voice was husky and teasing and he kissed him on the lips before sucking on his neck again until he left a prominant mark.

[mathieu 'mat' darren blank]

Mat was so tempted to give in, wanted him so badly that it hurt. Literally.

"No I don't." He groaned, tipping his head back. He wrapped his arms around Dylan's neck, choking back a whimper. He closed his eyes, moving his hips against his knee. "Ah, fuck.." He groaned, digging his nails into Dylan's shoulders.

"Dylan gets twenty bucks if he just fucks Mat. Right now." The bassist said, pulling out his wallet. He put the money down, then put his wallet back.

"Mat is practically dying." Britt laughed, pulling out whatever money he had in his pocket. "Uh, seventeen says Mat's gonna cave."

"I dunno. I think Mat is gonna hold out. He's stubborn." The singer said, putting down the eight and change he had.

"My money's on Mat giving in." The drummer said, putting down thirty.

"Fourty-seven says Mat's caving, twenty-eight says Dyl's giving in." Britt said with a laugh.

"You guys have no faith in me!" Mat groaned.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan laughed. "And what if I did it anyway?" He taunted in his ear. "You know you want it." He smirked, tongue tracing his jaw, passing over his lips then pulling back.

He pressed his knee down again, hands moving to his hips to pull him up harder. He smirked some, kissing Mathieu's bare shoulder slowly. He tugged daringly at his jeans. "Whataya say pretty boy?" He growled, the sound coming from deep in his throat.

The bets were on and he was taking the challenge.

[mathieu 'mat' darren blank]

Mat shook his head, choking back a moan. This just made him want to hold out all the more. "No." He groaned, reaching down to rub him gently, the knee on the inside of his legs pressing against Dylan.

"We aren't banging until you give in." He said, slipping his free hand up his shirt. He ran it across his chest, then trailed it downward, slipping his fingers into the hem of his jeans. He rocked his knee harder, biting his lip harder than he was before. He refused to let go of his lip, knowing if he kissed Dylan, he would moan and probably cave.

"Mother /fuck/.." He groaned.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan groaned. "Tease," He huffed, letting out a panting breath. He scooted back, slipped a hand into Mat's jeans over his boxers, rubbing there with a taunting hand. He kissed up his stomach, chest.

Fingers brushed over his jaw slowly, pressing his hips down on his hand and Mat's own hips. "You know you want it Mat..." Teeth sank into his throat, not breaking the skin or cutting off his air, but leaving a visible bite mark as he sucked on the skin.

[mathieu 'mat' darren blank]

"You do too.." He breathed, biting down on his lip harder. He didn't think he could take any more of this. He was beyond turned on. He whimpered, wrapping his legs around Dylan as he finally turned over onto his back, arching his back against him. He squeezed his legs tight around him, running his hands up his back as he frantically searched for his lips. He finally found them, and ran his tongue across his bottom lip, forcing his mouth open. He ran his tongue across Dylan's, a moan escaping his lips.

"Pants off, Blank!" Britt yelled, and Mat groaned.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan grunted, lips parting obediently. "Flexible much..?" He huffed, laughing. He thrusted against him, hand still down the front of his jeans as he kissed him before running his tongue around to the back of his neck.

He drew his hands away, tugging at Mat's jeans. They were loose at the hips from the lack of a belt. He tugged them again, pulling Mat closer still. "Come on Maty.." He growled in his ear.

[mathieu 'mat' darren blank]

"Of course I'm flexible.. I've broken every bone in my body.." He retorted. He tended to use it to his advantage, bending into weird positions so he could kiss Dylan.

He ran a hand through his hand, his ring catching his eye. Something about the fact that Dylan had given him a ring of all things made him want him even more, made him want a way to show him that he loved him just as much.

"Come on, winner gets the pool, Parker. Make him take them off!" The drummer called. Mat groaned, shaking his head.

"No.. Stop egging him on.." He moaned, keeping his arms tight around him so Dylan couldn't grab his wrists. 'I'll be putty in his hands and he knows it..' He thought.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan sucked on the back of his neck, smirking at the words from the drummer. "Mat," He moaned purposefully, thrusting against him again. He pulled Mat's pants down, working them off of him and tossing them aside.

He nipped at his shoulderblades, grinding up against him. "Mathieu..." He growled again, kissing his temple. "You don't wanna hear me moan and call your name? Hold you tight?" He squeezed his legs tight.