[CLOSED] keep me in mind.

[gavin lucas carter]

"Two shirtless gay men in the top bunk? Would you buy they weren't fucking?" He asked with a smile. He reached over to stroke his cheek gently, running his fingers slowly across the skin. He liked feeling someone so close, someone who wasn't going to hurt him. Someone he could trust.

"I don't know." He whispered, moving closer. He turned over on his side, pulling Clinton's arm around him. He closed his eyes, slowly losing the battle to keep awake. "If they ask, I had a nightmare.." He mumbled, moving back until their bodies were touching again.

[clinton rick tyler]

Clinton smiled, "Well considering I'm in this position..I would completely buy that they weren't fucking." he said starting to chew on his lip. "Besides, it isn't any of their business anyways." He looked down at Gavin and he couldn't help but want this every night. He wanted someone that he could just lay with and talk to. Not have the pressure of sex hanging over their shoulders. He loved the idea of dating someone based off of their personality and not based off of sex. That was the relationship he had always wanted.

"Okay." he whispered kissing the back of his neck. "Good night Gavin.."

He pulled him closer, loving the feeling of their bodies touching. He made sure his arm was wrapped protectively around him before he slowly closed his eyes, falling asleep.

[gavin lucas carter]

"Gavin and Clinton, sitting in a-"

"Fuck you, Evan." Gavin groaned, throwing a pillow at the bassist. He pulled the blankets up over his head, wanting just five more minutes of sleep.

"Get up or I'm getting the camera." The guy teased, and Gavin groaned again, sitting up. He ran his fingers through his hair, folding his legs in front of him.

"Up. I'm up.." He grumbled, rubbing at his eyes. He had that horrible urge to go brush his teeth, as he did every morning. He climbed down the bunk, nearly tripping on a pillow on his way down.

"And you're even in your boxers. I bet you two totally banged last night." Evan taunted, and Gavin walked over, grabbing a pillow. He climbed up on the bunk, beating him with it until he was happy he had shut him up. Then he walked to the bathroom, brushing his teeth. He walked back out, and climbed back up into his bed.

"Cliiiiiiiiiinton." He moaned, sitting on him. "You're taking up the whole entire bed!" He whined, wiggling his butt.

[clinton rick tyler]

Clinton groaned, not enjoying the voice of the bassist across from them. He tucked his head deeper into his pillow, trying to block out the commotion around him. When he mentioned a camera though Clinton turned around and glared at him. "It better not be one of my fucking cameras." he said.

"Shut the fuck up." Clinton groaned throwing a pillow at him. "It's way to early for all of this." he groaned turning away from him again. He closed his eyes again and almost drifted back to sleep with the lovely thoughts of the night before on his mind.

Clinton opened his eyes and smiled up at Gavin. "I don't care." he said, moving so he was taking up more space. "Your bed is comfier then mine is."

[gavin lucas carter]

Gavin groaned, laying on top of him. "I'm not moving." He said, stretching out as far as he could. He smirked, looking up at the ceiling. "Duh my bed is more comfortable. I was in it? Therefore it is superior to like, every other bed on this tour bus. Everything I touch turns to amazing." He teased. Gavin really wasn't that arrogant. He just pretended to be. He didn't think he was anything special.

"Gavin, you look like you're trying to hump him." Evan said, and Gavin turned over.

"No, this is humping." He said, smirking down at Clinton before he kissed him deeply, moving his hips against him. He pulled away with a laugh, laying down beside Clinton and wiggling to make room.

"Ew." Evan said, wrinkling his nose and Gavin just smirked.

[clinton rick tyler]

Clinton chuckled wrapping his arms around Gavin. "Everything huh?" he asked kissing his shoulder. He couldn't help but smile at how his life had changed in just 24 hours. He had never imagined that he would be sharing a bed with Gavin, goofing off with him.

He was surprised when he felt Gavin's lips on his own, but he kissed him back. He had to choke back a moan though, not wanting Evan to know how turned on he was by the simple act of Gavin's hips moving against his own.

"Fuck off Even.." Clinton said turning to glare at him before turning his attention back to Gavin. "So..where were we last night before we fell asleep.." he said smirking before he leaned down to kiss him slowly, his hand running across Gavin's bare chest.

[gavin lucas carter]

Gavin smirked. "And this is why the bus is made with curtains." He said with a smile, pulling it across the tracks. He leaned up, a hand on the back of Clinton's neck. He pulled him down closer, kissing him back slowly. He choked back a whimper, his fingers playing with the hair at the base of his neck. He moved a little closer, his other hand rubbing Clinton's side as he bent a knee up, tipping his head to the side. He kissed him deeper, wondering just how low Clinton's hand would go. After sleeping with him for the entire night, he was a little more used to him, a little more comfortable with him being around.

He ran his tongue across Clinton's, wrapping his arm around him to pull him closer. He ran it up and down his back, smiling into the kiss.

[clinton rick tyler]

Clinton couldn't help but smirk as Gavin reached across his body so he could shut the curtain, giving them the privacy that they both wanted..needed.

He couldn't help but moan softly when they kissed. Every movement that Gavin made felt so right..like he was going to be the last person he was ever with. He kissed him back, letting his tongue move around the familiar territory of Gavin's mouth. He had the urge to find out everything about him. To know all his likes and dislikes. His small quirks and the things that turn him on the most.

Clint moved closer to Gavin's body, slowly letting his hand wrap around him and move lower on his body. He let his hand rest on his hipbone for a few minutes before he slipped it under the elastic of his boxers, not moving it any further.