Another night. Another concert.

The boys stepped off stage after yet another successful show, sweat pouring down their faces as well as dripping off their hair. Wednesday chuckled as he draped a towel around his soaked hair, some strands clinging to his pale cheeks.

"I can't believe the tour's almost over, felt like it only started…" He sighed, looking to Roman who was standing next to Joey as they hastily put away their guitars. All but slamming his case shut, Roman sighed loudly and collapsed in a heap, letting out a small squeak when his butt hit the floor.

"My arms feel like Jell-O. Fuckin' hell…" He griped, brushing back thin strands of his black Mohawk, only becoming further irritated when they continued to swing in his face. Jack only stood and chuckled at the guitarist's attempts to bat his hair away, almost looking like a cat in the process.

"C'mon Roman." Jack spoke up, catching his attention.

"Let's go change out." Roman happily bounced up, more than eager to get his wet clothes off that clung to his body. It was gross.

They quickly made their way back to the dressing rooms and quickly stripped themselves of clothing, Roman already had begun doing so before even reaching the room. While pulling off his shirt, Roman managed to get a small glimpse of the other's thin legs. His eyes trailed up the pale flesh, admiring what nice legs Jack actually had. He felt himself become flushed when his eyes passed over the man's barely clothed crotch and turned away. Enough was enough, and he knew when to stop. But he had gotten enough of a look to make him happy the rest of the night.

Once they had finished slipping into a change of clothes, Jack pointed out there was still a good solid hour before the band had to depart for their final venue, having to wait for the techies to finish packing up everything. They both wandered out back stage and watched as the techies loaded up all of their amps and instruments, occasionally throwing snide remarks as they walked by.

"Where's Joey and Wednesday?" Jack turned to the guitarist, curious as to where their band mates had disappeared to. He only got a small shoulder shrug for a response.

"Probably still in the dressing rooms. Why?"

"I had an idea for a drinking game they'd love.  Wanted to try before we had to all pack back on the bus."

Roman smiled and pointed back in the general direction from which they came.

"Run and grab 'em then. Especially if they're still changing."

Jack snickered and hopped off the amp he was perched on and ran back to the dressing rooms. Noticing as the man ran off, there was a cup of water that Wednesday had left from the show. Taking a swig from it, he threw the empty cup at a passing techie, earning him a middle finger. He only laughed and jumped down, wandering around a bit.
It wasn't long before Jack came running back, scratch that, apparently sprinting.

"Fuck, I've never seen you run that fast. Where are they?"

Jack sat panting for a second, his eyes wide.

"I… can't really explain… come look." He grabbed Roman's hand and drug him back down the hall. For a split second, it registered in his mind that he was holding hands with Roman. As quickly as the thought appeared, it dissipated just as fast when he reached the door.

"Sssh. Be quiet… "He whispered and snuck over to the door, barely cracking it open.

"The hell are you going on about?" Roman hissed in confusion.

"Just look." He pointed at the room. Sighing, Roman looked through the small crack in the door and smirked to himself.

Joey was kneeling over the couch of the dressing room, part of his stage outfit still adorning his pale white body. He gripped the couch hard as Wednesday pounded him from behind, his knuckles turning white as he gripped Joey's hips harder. Moans echoed through the room and to the two easily, hearing every word Joey muttered out. Most of the time he would just beg for more, sometimes he would give Wednesday a running commentary on how good the singer felt inside him. Resting his forehead against the furniture, he moved his hips back against Wednesday's almost as fast as he was thrusting, meeting him every time perfectly and pushing the man's cock deeper inside him. Even Wednesday himself was letting out breathy moans, obviously enjoying it as the small man took his throbbing cock so hungrily.

"Looks like they're going at it again…" Roman chuckled and glanced at Jack, whose eyes were large in shock.

"Again?!"

"You had no idea they did this?" Jack shook his head quickly, making Roman laugh again.

"That's a big thing you got to remember. Joey? Belongs to Wednesday. Nobody else. Only Wednesday's allowed to touch and fuck him. Joey's just… his. They've been together a few months now…" Roman explained, his gaze wandering back and forth from Jack to the two getting it on. Jack had gone utterly pale upon hearing about his band mate.

"No… you're fucking with me. I've seen Joey with girls backstage!" Roman only laughed, which was half muffled by a slightly loud moan coming from the room.

"Groupies. They hang all over him. He lets them too so nobody catches on to him and Wednesday."

Jack blinked and tried to process the information, his thoughts interrupted when a loud whine and a thump echoed behind the two, their heads turning simultaneously back to the door.

Wednesday had abruptly pulled out of Joey and had thrown him against the couch, Joey's body still writhing with evidence of how close he was to coming. Wednesday wasted no time with ripping off the condom he was wearing and began to jerk himself, cupping Joey's head and bringing him closer as a moan ripped from his mouth. Semen burst from the tip all over Joey's face and waiting mouth, which while being pulled close he had opened in anticipation. The small man let out a gasp as the thick strands hit his face, several drops hitting his tongue which he eagerly swallowed without a second thought. Just as soon as Wednesday had brought himself over the edge, he was reaching down and helping Joey do the very same. With his toes curled, Joey let out one last moan before coming himself on the singer's hand and collapsing back on the couch. Wednesday followed suit and collapsed next to him, pulling the small man against his body and stroking his hair lovingly. Neither noticed Joey's face, still dripping with come. Both were lost in their own little worlds at this point and only cared about the other.

Jack stood trembling slightly. The sight he had just witness had left him both shocked as well as aroused beyond belief.

"We probably gotta go. They might see us." Roman tugged on his arm, ushering him away from the sight.

"Y-Yeah… right…"

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Back on the tour bus, the group was already off to their next venue. Jack sat curled up uncomfortably on the couch watching television, still slightly shaken by the sight of his band mates. He let out a long sigh as Roman entered the room and collapsed next to him.

"Dude… you ok?"

Jack nodded shakily, unsure if he actually was.

"Think so…"

"I'm just amazed you didn't know they did that… it's so easy to walk in on them." Roman snorted and turned up the TV.

"They're probably at it again. Knowing them."

Jack shifted around and hugged his knees to his chest, murmuring from behind them.

"You're kidding…"

Roman smiled and glanced to his band mate out of the corner of his eye.

"You can go look if you don't trust me." He chuckled watching Jack squeeze his legs tighter. He was poking for a reaction.

"I don't need to hear this… its gross." Jack snorted.

"Christ Jack it's not that bad." Roman laughed, cautiously resting his hand on Jack's leg when he wasn't aware of it.

"It's actually really nice…" A smile crawled over his lips as he gave the man's leg a squeeze, making him shudder. Taking that as an ok, Roman scooted closer and leaned in, brushing his lips over Jack's neck.

"Stop it Roman…" Jack sighed, attempting to turn over but the larger man keeping him in place.

"You don't really want me to… Unless you really want me to go ahead and leave you with that." Roman shrugged and looked down in the dim lighting to his jean clad crotch.

"I'm not fucking turned on dumb ass." He bit his lip and tried to close his eyes. This wasn't happening. He never thought this would happen.

"You're sure about that?" Roman smirked and brushed a hand over the bulge pressing against the fabric, a light gasp trailed over Jack's lips.

"Just say you want me man…" He whispered into Jacks ear and slowly massages his erection, more barely audible moans coming from the man below him.

"I…" Jack began and bit his lip, not sure at the moment what he wanted. Finally he sighed and closed his eyes, giving in to his primal needs.

"I… I want you…"

"There it is…" Roman grinned and dove a hand down Jack's pants, squeezing his eager cock. He smiled when he felt the tip already wet, excited over only his simple touches. With a flick of his wrist, Jack's pants were opened and his arousal was pulled out.

"You look fucking delicious…" Roman licked his lips and began to stroke him freely. Jack couldn't do anything other than moan and buck his hips. It had been so long since he'd had somebody touch him like this.

When Roman leaned down and sucked the tip experimentally, the guitarist couldn't hold back a moan as precum gushed from the head.

"You taste even better than you look…" He smirked, slowly letting his head bob up and down over the man's pulsating shaft.  Starting at the head, he worked his way down slowly until his nose bumped Jack's hips. He took a second to swallow around him, tightening his throat to an unbearably perfect pressure before pulling back and bobbing back down.

Jack's mouth was open, silent moans of endearment dripping off his lips like the come on Joey's face as they watched him and Wednesday fuck earlier. For a brief moment he wondered what they were doing now, if they were sleeping peacefully, or doing the very same thing he and Roman were. He was ripped from his thoughts when Roman began to roll his balls with his free hand and stroke the underbelly of his hard cock with his tongue.

"F-Fuck… Roman…" He gasped out, winding a free hand into the unshaven side of Roman's head and gripping his long silky hair, having to use all of his will power to not buck up and accidentally choke him.

"I… I'm gonna come…" Jack whimpered finally. His body was betraying him and beginning to spasm, back arching delicately as that familiar coiling sensation began to form in his lower belly.

"Is it ok? If I…" Jack began but found himself grasping for words. Luckily Roman knew already what he was talking about. He smiled around his cock and kept his mouth firmly in place, bobbing faster and began to drag his teeth along the sensitive belly.

It was all too much for Jack; the sight, the sensation, everything was more than he could handle as he finally was pushed over. He couldn't stop himself from letting out a yell as he came hard, filling Roman's mouth with his cum. After a few moments, he came down from his orgasmic high, trembling slightly as he watched Roman swallow every last drop of his essence.

"Was it good?" The guitarist perked up, sitting back on the couch and pulling Jack against him, stroking his hair.

"Amazing… it was amazing…" He panted lightly, smiling. He was met with Roman's face, filled with equal happiness as they shared a fast kiss before he helped Jack up and to their bunks.

When they finally got there, Roman pulled back the curtain and they both got in, Jack curled up with his back to Roman's chest and the man's arms around him keeping them close.  Before his eyes closed, he managed to look across the aisle at the bunk opposite his.

His eyes met Joey's in the dim light of their bus. The small man was curled up with Wednesday in the very same position, the singer fast asleep. He smiled deeply at his band mate, happy to see the two sharing what he and the singer had, before resting his head once again and falling back asleep, Jack following suit.