"No way," Frank said.

Jeph stood up and stretched, his fingertips brushing the ceiling of the bus. "I swear. Another?"

"Yeah." Frank put his empty beer can on the small table beside the couch, even though the floor around him was covered in so much garbage and dirty clothing that he doubted The Used would notice if he started hurling his empties every which way.

Jeph returned to the couch with two cans and handed one to Frank.

"So did it hurt?" Frank asked.

Jeph shrugged. "Same as any piercing." He cracked open the beer. "Well, more than my lip rings, but not as bad as my neck tattoo."

Frank opened his beer and took a long sip, savoring how the foam filled his mouth.

Jeph pointed at the television, which displayed the main Halo screen. "Wanna go another round?"

Frank swallowed. "Yeah, but no more fucking rockets, man. It takes all the fun out."

Jeph chuckled as he passed a controller to Frank. "Wuss."

"I want to play a shooting game," Frank said. "Not an exploding game."

Jeph took a sip of his beer as the screen loaded.

Frank looked over at him. "Can you feel it?"

"Exploding?"

"The piercing." Frank hit pause and put his controller down.

Jeph turned to face him. "Not all the time, but yeah, if I like, touch it."

Frank rolled his eyes. "Well, yeah, if you touch it."

"Or if someone else touches it." Jeph grinned wickedly and resumed the game.

Frank hit pause before the first shot could be fired. "You wanna do some shots? I saw some whiskey in your kitchen."

Jeph gestured to the beer in his hand. "We'll get crazy fucked-up." His eyes widened with understanding, then he smiled. "Frankie, if you wanna see it, you could just ask."

Frank inched closer to him, the video game forgotten. "What if I wanted to touch it?"

Jeph didn't hesitate before undoing his pants. Frank moved closer, their knees touching, and put one hand behind Jeph's back. Frank moved his face near Jeph's, but hesitated at the last second.

Jeph licked his lower lip, briefly tugging at one of his lip rings. "If you're gonna grab my dick," he said. "You better kiss me first."

Frank smiled as he pressed their lips together in a small, simple kiss. Frank put his hand down the front of Jeph's pants and found the ring at the tip of his dick, hard against the silky skin. He was wary of touching it too roughly, but Jeph put his hand over Frank's and guided it until he wrapped his fingers around the shaft of his cock. Frank moved his hand, timing the motions with Jeph's increasingly rapid breathing. Jeph moaned against his mouth. Frank rubbed his thumb over the ring, feeling it rotate through the skin, and Jeph came against his fingertips.

Frank rubbed him gently a few times before with withdrawing his hand. Jeph leaned against his shoulder and tried to catch his breath.

Suddenly Bert burst into the bus, looking sloppy drunk and giggling. "Guys, guys," he said through his laughter. "Is it wrong to fuck someone in another band?"

Jeph gave Frank and sideways look and smiled. "Definitely not."

"Frank!" Bert said, as if just noticing him. "Frankie, hey, what gets Gerard drunkest?"

Frank gave Jeph a look, then gestured to the bunk area. Jeph nodded, and Frank headed back toward the beds, as Jeph directed Bert to the whiskey.