[UC] one last tour.

[mathieu 'mat' darren blank]

"No.." He whimpered, still hiding his wrists. He groaned, moving his hips slowly with Dylan's. He didn't want anything more right now than to feel him, but he was too stubborn to give up. He groaned again, biting down on his lip. He closed his eyes, burying his face in his arms.

'I'm not gonna give in.. I'm not gonna give in.. Fuck, this is gonna kill me..' He thought, choking back moans.

"What's wrong, babe? You don't want me? I find that offensive. You're hurting my feelings.." He pretended to pout, his face still in his arms.

[dylan flambyte parker]

"I'm not hurting your feelings," He teased, driving his hips down against him hard. "Moan baby," He whispered in his ear, a groan of his own passing his lips. "Come on, it's just a little money," He teased. "You want to feel me, want me to ravish your body...."

He nipped at his shoulder again, trying to pry at his wrists. "Gonna be a long night," He murmured with a smile, bucking into him again, then again.

[mathieu 'mat' darren blank]

Mat moaned, dropping his head. 'Ugh, it hurts..' He thought, closing his eyes. Between his thrusts and the fact that he was managing to free his wrists, he knew without a doubt he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. He dug his fingers into the floor, but Dylan was far stronger. It was only a matter of time before he got his hands free.

"Maybe you are hurting my feelings." He whimpered, closing his eyes. "Fuck, Dylan.." He groaned, biting down on his lip again.

[dylan flambyte parker]

"Yeah, fuck Dylan," He huffed, tugging at his arms again. He kissed down his body, careful of the tattoo on his back. He pressed against him again. "How'm I hurting your feelings?"

He licked his neck. "Everyone's watching, you wanna disappoint them? He slid a hand down his boxers, stroking the skin he found, breathing down on his neck softly.

[mathieu 'mat' darren blank]

"Fuck.." He groaned, then moaned loudly when Dylan touched him. "Okay.. Okay.. Uncle.." He whimpered, unable to take it any more. He wanted Dylan too bad. He pulled his hand away, turning over on his back to pull him down, kissing him deeply. "Just fuck me.."

- la la la -

"I love you.." Mat whispered, moving close. He laid his head on Dylan's chest, closing his eyes. He was exhausted, last time he had checked the clock it had been after five. He pulled the blankets up over them, reaching over to take Dylan's hand into his.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan chuckled, clothes coming off despite the eyes of others, meeting Mat with a deep kiss as he pulled him close.

-hm hm hm-

Dylan sighed, draping a leg over him and holding him close. He heard someone shifting around, wasn't much surprised if they had all been kept awake longer than they wished. They had asked for it, what with the bets and all.

"Mh, I love you too," He murmured, smiling into the dark.

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"Wake the fuck up!" Britt said, and Mat groaned. He saw light coming through the window, and shrank closer to Dylan.

"Noohoooo." He moaned, pulling the blanket up over his head.

"Mat, get up, pretty boy. You gotta do your hair." Britt said, and Mat groaned, getting out of bed. He walked to the bathroom, plugging in his straightener before grabbing his brush. He fixed the boxers that were low on his hips and began combing his hair back, putting on his makeup. He made sure to cover the ones on his neck, then started with his eyeliner, bent over the sink, still half asleep.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan yawned lazily at the sound of the conversation, curling up in the bunk when Mat got up to get ready. He slept a little longer, not needing to get up to preform in front of people.

When he couldn't find sleep any longer, he padded out of bed butt naked, bit his lip and reached for his boxers sheepishly, scowling. "Alright, who the fuck stole my clothes?" He complained.

[mathieu 'mat' darren blank]

"Probably Britt." Mat tattled, and Britt shook his head.

"Nope. They're in the wash. You and his clothes are under the bunk. I went out and got them this morning." He went back to putting strings in the guitars.

Mat walked out a few minutes later, his hair perfectly straight and his makeup looking neat. He walked back into the bedroom, slipping out of his boxers. He pulled on a new pair, then pulled on his pants. He got his shirt on and tucked in, then put on his tie and vest. He grabbed his belt from the bed, slowly putting it on.

"Britt, I need shoes." He complained, and the boy went out, grabbing his shoes. Mat pulled them on then grabbed his guitar, starting to tune it.

"We all go to hell.." He sang with a smirk.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan huffed, grabbing his clothes and pulling them on. When he was sure nobody else needed the bathroom, he made his way to get ready, playing with the hem of his tee shirt a moment then brushing out his hair.

Slinking back out, he sat down beside Mat, watching him tune the guitar with a faint smile. "Show number one here we come?" He teased, kissing the side of his head before getting up to call Chrystian so he could talk to Devon, always checking up on his little brother.