"I'm bored..." Moaned Frank, in an irritating and high-pitched whine. "Let's do something! Gee, when you said 'stay up all night and party' this is not what we were expecting." Frank pouted.
He was right. It was the day before the last show on tour, and we decided that it would be fun to stay up and have a good time. It's now four in the morning, Bob and Ray have gone to sleep, which has left myself, Mikey and Frank up, completely drunk, and bored out of our minds.

"We could always play a game," I suggested half-heartedly. Frank rolled his eyes, but Mikey perked up. "We could play Truth or Dare!" He says excitedly. Frank and I immediately refuse, playing the 'that game's for thirteen year old girls' card. Mikey reaches over, tickling both our sides. "Come on," he says. "Don't be such killjoys. We can still enjoy the game, it's pretty fun if you play it right." He argues. He does the puppy eyes, and Frank bites his lip guiltily. He can't resist that look, apparently.

Frank and I exchange glances. We have nothing better to do...
"Fine, Mikey. We'll play your stupid slumber party game," I say, sitting up a bit straighter. We're all cross-legged on the floor of the tour bus, as far away from our sleeping bandmates as possible. Mikey's face lights up, and I stifle a giggle.

"Yay!" Mikey shouts victoriously. He's a riot when he's drunk, really. "I'll go first. Gerard, truth or dare?" I pick dare. I've always thought that the truth part of the game is a bit pointless. Mikey grins, and thinks for a minute, before shouting, "OH! Okay, for the last show, you are not allowed to touch Frank." He beams, and I raise an eyebrow. "That all?" I ask incredulously.
"Of course not, Geebear, that would be a stupid dare. If you do touch Frankie, you have eat a whole one of my tuna-and-cum sandwiches." Frank guffaws, and they highfive.

"Wow. You're never gonna let that go, are you?" I groan. Mikey just smiles in response.
"Kay, I promise I will not touch Frankie onstage for the last show." I roll my eyes, and stick my tongue out at Mikes. Frank thinks for a moment, then giggles. "So, Gee can't touch me, but can I touch Gee? It was Gerard's dare, I shouldn't have to follow the rules, too." He says, grinning triumphantly at Mikey, who sighs. "Yes, Frank can touch Gerard." He says glumly. He's gotten nothing out of this dare, and he knows it.

"Alright, my turn." I say. "Frankie, truth or dare?" I ask, shuffling closer to Mikey. "Truth." Frank says quickly. "Party pooper," I mutter. "Alright, go jack off in the bunks or something, Mikey and I need to think of a question." I say, turning to my younger brother. "Wait!" He says, "I've already got one." Mikey whispers the question into my ear, and I sigh. I didn't know the answer, and I was kinda curious, but the nature of the question was inevitable, in this type of game.

"So, Frankie. Have you ever had a threesome?" Mikey asks, with one of his famous poker-faces. Frank goes bright red, and bursts into hysterical laughter. "Where would I have had a threesome?" He screeches, still laughing. At the disappointed look on Mikey's face, Frank and I laugh again, clutching our sides, and rolling around on the floor.

"Alrighty Mikey," Frank says cheerfully. "Truth or dare?"
"DARE!" Cries Mikey. People a thousand miles away probably heard him. Frank and I shush him at the same time, and giggle again.

"That's more like it. Go away, we've gotta think of a dare," I say to Mikey, who pouts, and disappears into the bedroom/bunk area of the bus.

"So, what's a good dare?" I ask Frank in hushed tones. He stares into space again, and before long, his high-pitched giggle fills the space around us. "What?" I ask, amused.
"Oh, nothing. Just a stray thought," he laughs. It takes a minute or two, but I eventually persuade him to tell me. My interrogation techniques include a lot of tickling, so he answers breathlessly.
"I was gonna say, we could dare him to have a threesome with us." He says, blushing. I flush a light pink too, but it isn't really a bad idea.

"We could," I try to say it as lightly as possible. Frank's eyes widen, and he gasps. "Seriously, Gee? You would do something like that?" Frank asks. He sounds a bit doubtful. I nod, and look away awkwardly. Frank bites his lip, tugging on the piercing. "Even though Mikey's your brother, you'd still do it?" He whispers. "Yeah." I answer, embarrassed. I can hear the change in Frank's breathing, as he whispers, "Fuck, Gee. That'd be so hot." I smirk, and elbow him playfully. "Would you be up for it?" I ask quietly, suddenly nervous. He giggles. "Of course I would. Who'd turn down an opportunity like that?" He smiles at me, and I can feel my own heart-rate increase.

"Shit, Frank, are we really considering this?" I murmur. He laughs, and says that we deserve it, after so long on tour. "Okay, but you gotta be my moral support," I say. "And you mine," he chuckles.

"Yo Mikes! You can come back now!" Frank calls. I hear a muffled 'finally' from the other side of the bus. I look over at Frank. He takes my hand, and squeezes it reassuringly. We let go when Mikey comes in. "Why so serious?" He imitates the Joker, and Frank and I giggle nervously. "So. Dare. Hit me." Mikey says, dropping back to the floor, to sit by us.

Frank takes a deep breath. "Well... This one is sorta based on the last question, that you asked me." (Mikey raises an eyebrow at this, but doesn't interrupt.) "We dare you... To have a threesome with us." Frank finishes the sentence after what feels like a century. Mikey has the same reaction as Frank, wide eyes, a gasp, and an incredulous look.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me." Mikey begins, but Frank cuts him off.
"No strings attached. One time thing. Well, unless we want it to be more than a one time thing. None of us have gotten laid in for-fucking-ever, and we deserve a break from tour." I can't really tell who Frank's trying to persuade, Mikey or himself. But, it's definitely working on Mikes. He doesn't seem to care or realise that it would be incest or fucking one of his best friends. In fact, he's looking around to where Ray and Bob are sleeping, and running a hand through his hair.

"So... Are you up for it?" I ask him with a whisper. He looks at me, like he only just realised that I was there. He frowns, and I bite my lip nervously. "Y-yeah. I think so." He stammers, and my stomach does somersaults. The three of us have ridiculous grins plastered on our faces. Mikey clears his throat.

"So, uh, how are we gonna do this?" He wonders, still going through his hair with one hand. "To avoid as much of the awkwardness as possible, it would probably be best to just... Go with it?" Frank says, sounding extremely unsure.
"What about Ray and Bob?" Mikey says.
"Bob's a heavy sleeper, and Ray probably has his headphones on, we'll just have to be quiet," I hear myself say. It's surprising, how calmly we're talking about this. Mikey and Frank nod in agreement, and the awkward silence envelops us.

"Uh, does anyone have any, like preferences, or fetishes, or shit like that?" Frank asks, blushing. "I, uh... I'm pretty submissive, so, uhh... Yeah," he mutters, looking at me and Mikey expectantly.
"Well, um... Pain sorta does it for me. Not in the creepy sadistic way though, like... I don't know. Just the good kind of pain." That looks like the most coming from Mikey, cause they both turn to me. "Shit, I don't know. I guess, I want to be in control, most the time. And, uh, I ... I like it rough, I guess you could say." We all stammer and stumble through this, and the awkwardness seems to have multiplied by ten.
Fantastic.

"I - I... I really want to watch you guys. I know that sounds fucking weird, and voyeuristic, but I do." Frank says quietly, looking down at his tattooed hands. I grin at Mikey, and crawl toward him. I hear Frank's breath catch in his throat, when he realises what I'm doing. I'm mere inches away from Mikey's lips. Our noses are almost touching, and I can feel his warm breath on my face, that smells slightly like Bourbon. "Hi, Gerard," he whispers, low and quiet. Something about the way he said my name sent me reeling inside, and I took a deep, shuddering breath. My legs wrapped around his waist, and I was soon sitting in his lap.

"Hi," I breathe, and our lips collide.

I'm kissing Mikey. Mikey, my little brother. I know this should be bothering me, but it isn't. It feels so right. The way I seem to fit perfectly against him, the way his lips move in perfect synchronisation with mine, the way my arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to me. I run my tongue over his bottom lip, begging for entrance. He grants it, and our tongues meet each other, battling for dominance. Eventually, I win. I explore his mouth, and don't stop until I know every inch of it. I break the kiss to breathe, panting slightly.

I look over at Frank, who's sitting less than three feet away, to find he's breathing heavily, and biting on his lip. I remember what Mikey said earlier, about pain. I turn back to look at Mikey. His lips are red and swollen from our kissing, and his face is flushed. I tuck a stray strand of hair behind his ear, and crash my lips onto his.

The kiss is different, not like our first. The first kiss was pure curiosity and tenderness. This one is the polar opposite of that, teeth clash, fingers are tangled in hair, and in that one electric moment, Mikey becomes mine. He is completely at my mercy. My legs and arms trap him underneath me, and my mouth is unforgiving on his. I take his bottom lip between my teeth, sucking on it momentarily, before biting down on it, hard. The coppery and metallic taste of blood fills my mouth, and Mikey lets out a moan of complete ecstasy.

Just moments later, another guttural, throaty sound fills my ears, and I break the kiss to see that Frank is palming himself through his jeans, moaning loudly. I clamber off of Mikey, and sweep a hand through Frank's hair. He groans, and bucks his hips toward me. "You like that, Frankie?" I whisper into his ear, tracing feather light patterns down his neck and shoulders. He whimpers in response, and snakes one arm around my torso, scooting closer to where I'm sitting. I dip my head, resting it on his shoulder, and murmur, "You are mine, Frank." He writhes in pleasure as my tongue traces the outside of his ear. He begins to relax onto me, and I push him off. He groans in exasperation, one hand sliding beneath the waistband of his jeans, and into his briefs.

I hear Mikey let out a gasp, that turns into a low moan, from behind me. He rushes forward, crawling on top of Frank, who's now stretched out on the floor, with one hand in his pants. Their lips meet, and Mikey pushes Frank down by the wrists, pinning them above his head. There's no hesitation in this kiss, just pure lust. Frank is grinding his hips against Mikey's, and they're both breathing like they've run a marathon. There's a tightness in my jeans, and I hear myself let out a high-pitched and breathy sigh. "God, you guys. You have no idea how hot you look," I whisper into Mikey's ear. They both shiver at my words, and they move even harder against each other.

Mikey's slender fingers tug on the hem of Frank's shirt, who moans in agreement. Seconds later, the shirt is off, completely forgotten. An idea pops into my mind, and I stand shakily. I pull Mikey off Frank, and to his feet, locking my lips with his. I can feel Mikey's erection on my thigh, and decide that something must be done about it. I drag Frank by the arm, so he's kneeling in front of Mikey. I smile mischievously at him, and take a few steps back, leaning on the table.

"You know what to do, Frankie." I say, licking my lips.

Notes

Cliff. Hanger. Bitches.