Things had been going pretty smooth for the past week. Pete and Mikey had spent a lot of time together, just like they'd done before the big understanding and the revelation that followed after it got cleared up. They were still best friends, only now with a little edge to it, a lot more touch and feel and maybe a little less talking. Their sets had ended pretty early today and they'd met up immediately after to go play tourist in the town of their tour stop.

They decided that in order to see as much of the city as they possibly could in the little time that they had, to just call for a cab and ask the driver to haul them through the best parts of town. Who knew, maybe they could come back some day and explore it for real, just the two of them Mikey thought.
The cab driver told them it was okay to roll the windows all the way down, and eventhough they were sweaty, Mikey kept the fingers of his right hand innertwined with those on Pete's left. Both of them were leaning half outside of their windows to catch a bit of the breeze the speeding car created in the hot summer air.

After two hours of cruising through the city streets and stopping every now and then to take pictures at statues, or asking the friendly cab driver to take a picture for them so they could pose together, on eachother's back or making bunny ears behind the other's head. They even had a few where they were holding eachother thightly. With arms tangled around eachother and gazes that were intent with soft bliss, paired with curled up lips as they looked into eachother's eyes in the last picture of dozens they took today.

Mikey shut-off his camera and carefully put it away in his suitcase. Today had been better than he'd expected. In the early days of the band, and even before that, he had messed around with both girls and guys but he knew that Pete didn't have that same experience. He was happily surprised to see how natural their newfound relationship was going, even if all the touches they shared were above the belt. Mikey was a patient man, and certainly not the type of asshole who would force someone to do something they weren't ready for just to satisfy his own needs.
The next stop of the tour was only a two hour ride and everyone decided that it was best to get everybody moving as soon as everything was packed up after the last sets were done. That way they got to next day's site in the early evening and it was decided that the extra time would be filled in with a small party, in other words bands and crew members getting totally smashed.

It would be fun, Mikey thought to himself. Maybe they could snatch away a bottle of booze from the stash that would probably be the center of the crowd, sneak off and make-out under the stars. He grinned at the idea and settled into the comfort of his bunk, they still had an hour long drive and the other guys were inside watching a movie so they were quiet too. If everything would go right he might have a long night so a little nap would be more than welcome. His phone beeped just as he was taking off his glasses, he opened the message and was happy to see that his boyfriend, the word still made him a little giddy, was looking forward to what the evening would bring.

Can't w8 2 c u. Date 2night? U, me & the moon. Wht do u think? x P

His heart skipped a beat and his fingers hovered over the small keys of his phone while he was trying to think of a good response.

What do U wanna do? x

No that was boring.

What do U wanna do? LoL x

Fuck that would make him look stupid.

What do U wanna do? ;) x MW

That would be a bit much, and while he was aiming for the backspace key his brain betrayed him and pressed enter. His eyes grew wide and in the typical teenage girl in love fashion he had taken over since indulging himself in his new relationship, he buried his face in his pillow and grunted and cussed at himself for being too forward.

His phone beeped again and he was almost afraid to open the text, scared that Pete might not be to thrilled about the wink smiley, whatever it even meant, Mikey didn't even know it himself. He pressed the right buttons on his phone anyway and read the message.

Hmm booZe, stargazing & u LoL xP

Mikey knew that Pete was probably joking, but he still couldn't help but grin as he took of his glasses and lay back in his bunk, trying to catch a little bit of sleep that he might or might not be needing later that evening.
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Frank was busy with his fourth beer of the evening, preceeded by two quick tequila shots with Bob before the drummer took off with the bottle. They had been parked and installed for about two hours but most of the bands and crew had already taken a headstart and were already buzzing by the time their busses arrived.
He walked through the group of tipsy and drunk people, some of who he knew would be hooking up with eachother by the end of the evening and the occasional fellow lone wolf.
He took two more big gulps and threw the empty bottle in one of the big trashbags that were scattered around the lot so they wouldn't have to clean up too much in the morning.
All the faces that were new at the start of the tour were now familiar but not familiar enough for him to actually walk up to them and start a conversation.

For some reason his own friends were nowhere to be found, he knew that Pete and Mikey were probably off playing tonsil tennis, Bob was bonding with his bottle of tequila, he had no idea where Ray and Gerard were though. That was until he heard a burst of almost manical laughter, followed by a not so masculine but certainly male giggle.

He was surprised at the faces he saw when he turned around, because he surely didn't expect to see Bert McCracken with his arms locked around Gerard's waist and his nose buried in his hair.
"Oh hey Fr-, Bert ew you asshole stop it" Frank felt his blood boil at the slurred words but he was a grown man, he was going to stay calm eventhough the alcohol in his system encouraged the pang of jealousy that was coiling around his entire being.
He put on his best smile and crossed his arms to hide his balled up fists "hi Gerard. Bert. What are you guys up to?" he knew that the sarcasm was dripping from his voice but he didn't even care at this point because he saw Gerard's hand snake down Bert's back, probably landing on his ass.
"Frankie boy" Bert slurred.
"It's Frank" he coldly retorted, digging his blunt nails into the inked skin on his arm in an attempt to keep his composure.
Bert snorted and Gerard whispered something in his ear that made the singer chuckle "well FrankGerard here was just telling me that he was happy that we were playing a show in town tomorrow so I could come over and spend my free night with him and his dick".

Frank's bubble of so called calmness burst and right now all he wanted was to wipe that smirk off of Bert's filthy face, it got even worse when instead of pushing him away, Gerard actually pulled Bert closer and even placed a small peck on his jaw before turning to Frank with his eyes all dazed in drunken bliss.
"Gerard you've got to be fucking kidding me right?" Frank almost pleaded, cursing himself at the slight desperation in his voice.
The singer simply smiled "what's up Frankie, I'm just having fun".
Before he could reply Bert interrupted him "hey how come he can call you Frankie, Frankie".
Frank could feel every inch of his body begging him to throw just one punch at Bert's face, maybe giving him a black eye or a split lip, but he let his arms tense up even more while he looked Gerard dead in the eyes, ignoring Bert completely.
"You're not.. The two of you aren't.. You and me, I thought" Frank could hear his voice break into a soft whisper.
Gerard loosened his grip from Bert, he looked nervous now "listen Frank, you know that you and me.. We aren't exclusive, you know that right?".
Frank finally dropped his arms and what was left of his dignity with that, tears were welling up in his eyes now and he didn't even bother to hide them anymore "so what, you fucking run off to the woods to sulk because you thought I was fucking Pete, then after I told you what I felt, FEEL for you and we both came in our fucking pants you tell me that you and me are nothing?"
Gerard backed of a step "Frank calm the fuck down, I never promised you anything, I didn't know you were being this serious about it..".
"Fuck you" Frank said, shaking his head in disbelief before turning around and running back to their bus.
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Mikey was really drunk now, him and Pete had took it upon themselves to down an entire bottle of vodka between the two of them and now they were happily rolling around in the grass, ignoring the moon. Finally Mikey managed to pin Pete down, and the desire he already felt for the other man was fueled by the alcohol coursing through his system. He lowered his head and latched his lips to Pete's neck, sucking, biting and licking at the skin there long enough to leave a very visible hickey. Satisfied with his result he looked up to see how the other's face was lit up beautifully in the faint reflective light of the moon, his eyes half shut but still locked on Mikey.
He licked his lips and felt the strain in his pants getting thighter and he lowered himself again, this time to kiss Pete.
While their mouths were more than busy, Mikey moved one hand down Pete's stomach before softly pressing it down on his crotch.
The second his hand landed at that spot Pete's whole body tensed up and he rolled away, tipping over Mikey.

"Pete what the hell?"
He watched Pete trying to stand up multiple times but after three failed attempts of keeping any balance he gave up and just sat back down in the grass with his knees pulled up his chest "don't get mad at me" he whimpered.
Mikey crawled over and threw an arm around his shoulder, bringing their faces closer together "why-.." he sighed, the alcohol wasn't really helping "why would Ibe mad at you?".
He felt Pete relax a little again and actually leaning into his touch instead of recoiling "because I'm not ready for you to touch me there".
Mikey snickered "dude you aren't a virgin" he stopped laughing immediately when he saw Pete's face frowning at him "oh fuck, no I didn't mean it like that, please explain to me why you don't want me to, y'know" he said eyeing Pete's crotch.

Pete clasped his hands together in his lap "that I have sexual experience doesn't give you a free pass Way, but that isn't the reason. It's just" his slur was still there but Mikey knew that Pete was being completely serious now.
"It's just that I've never been there with a guy before and I'm not ready to yet, which is stupid because gender isn't important and.-" Mikey cut him off with a kiss.
When he pulled away he cupped Pete's face so the two looked eachother straight in the eyes "listen Pete, babe, sorry, I don't want to be the asshole who pressures his boyfriend so we're going to take all the time we need to get comfortable with eachother, I don't care how long it takes, I just want you to feel as good around me as I feel around you".
He watched Pete's eyes light up before he threw his arms around him, muttering a thank you against his cheek.

-

When Frank stormed into their bus he'd expected to be alone, but he finally found Ray who had refrained from drinking that evening and instead chose to stay inside and watch a movie by himself.
However he quickly abandoned the tv when he saw his friend's red rimmed eyes and tear stained cheeks as he stood there shaking in the front of the bus.
Frank let Ray guide him back to the couch and fell down against him, sobbing while a pair of hands were rubbing circles on his back.

"Frankie what happened" he heard Ray whisper, he took a few deep breaths, ceasing the sobs but still leaning into Ray's comforting embrace.
He wiped his face off and snorted to clear his nose, Ray had seen him do more digusting things and even if he hadn't, right now Frank couldn't care.
"Gerard and I, I told him that I liked him about a week ago at the campfire and we made out and stuff, he was really fucking jealous because for some stupid reason he thought I was fucking Pete Wentz" he paused, kicked off his shoes and lay his head down on Ray's lap, letting his legs take over the rest of the not so lengthy couch.
"We didn't really talk about it but I assumed he liked me back, but like, tonight I was walking around because I couldn't find any of you guys after Bob took off with the fucking tequila and I bumped into Gerard and Bert-."
Ray cocked his head "what? Bert as in Bert McCracken? What the hell is he doing here?"
Frank groaned "the asshole and his band have a show somewhere around here tomorrow and apparantly him and Gerard are really fucking close because and I fucking recite this shit 'Gerard was really happy that Bert wanted to spend his free night with him and his dick' and they were all over eachother Ray".
He felt his chest tense up and Ray's hand running up and down his arm in attempt to calm him down but he could already feel the tears welling up in his eyes again "and when I got pissed about it he asked me if I knew that him and me weren't anything exclusive and that he didn't think I'd be so serious about it, then I ran away like the little pussy I am".

Ray pulled him up in a thight hug "Frank you're one of the bravest guys I know, it takes a whole lot of courage to put your heart out like that and-"
The other guitar player couldn't finish his sentence because the bus door opened and a red faced, misty eyed Gerard came tumbling in.
Ray immediately got up and took a stance infront of Frank, creating a one man barricade between him and Gerard.
"Listen, I'm not picking sides but I don't think Frank wants to see you right now, so why don't you go out and see if you can find Bert". Frank couldn't help but grin, Ray totally had his back on this one even if he remained neutral on the outside.
In the meantime Gerard had managed to stand up straight again "please Ray I need to make it up to him, he's one of my best friends I love you guys, you know that right?" the slurring and declarations of love indicated that Gerard was still a drunk mess.
Frank didn't feel like playing nice though and he stood up to hug Ray "hey man I love you, thank you for being an amazing friend, I think I'll just call it a night" he gave his friend a peck on the cheek and walked to his bunk, completely ignoring Gerard.
If he wanted it this way, Frank was more than happy to oblige and shoot some daggers of his own.