Gerard was standing backstage, holding a towel and talking to Brian, when Bert came up behind him, threw his arm over his shoulder, and said, "I need to borrow this guy for a minute." He flashed his best leer at Brian. "To discuss the stage set-up."

Brian smiled. "Of course you do." He patted Gerard on the shoulder. "Call me if he gives you any trouble."

Gerard twisted around to face Bert. His eyes were wide with concern. "Did we mess up the stage last night?"

Bert had to bite down on his lower lip to keep from laughing. Gerard was five years older than he was, from a larger city, and had more of an education, but he was so ridiculously innocent that the first time Bert saw him he just wanted to pin him on the ground and rub his dick all over his pretty, pretty face. But Brian knew him too well, and the day in the pizza place when he introduced them, he put his hands on Bert's shoulders, gripped tightly, and whispered in his ear, "I really like this band. Please don't rub your dick on anyone's face." While Bert did get shitfaced, lick sauce off a surprised Gerard's neck, and throw up a little bit on the floor, he kept his pants on for the entire day, and was damn proud of himself for it.

But now it was over a week since their first meeting, and he hadn't promised anyone that he would keep his pants on today. Plus, he'd made a move on Gerard every night of the tour's first three nights, and while Gerard hadn't immediately dropped to his knees, he hadn't punched Bert in the face either, which was promising. It had been a lot of kissing and groping without much discussion, though one time Gerard paused to say, "I'm straight, you know", and then Bert had fallen on the floor and laughed for a full five minutes.

"Come on; I gotta show you something," Bert said, and he grabbed Gerard's hand and led him toward the parking lot. As pick-up lines went, it was pretty lame, but Gerard had already heard all his best ones: "Do you wanna taste my chapstick?", "Everyone on a Used tour has to make out with me as initiation.", and his personal favorite, "Hey, suck my dick."

Bert pulled Gerard to one of the equipment vans and opened the back doors. It was just big enough for them to stand up in, and just empty enough for him to maneuver around an amp, reach up, and hit the "lock all" button on the center console. The doors clicked loudly.

Gerard looked around. "You wanted to show me your amps?"

Bert climbed back over the amp, swinging his legs out and hitting the floor of the van with a thunk. "Please tell me you act like that on purpose to make my dick hard."

"Act like what?" Gerard asked.

Bert crossed the length of the cargo area with two strides, grabbed the collar of Gerard's dingy dress shirt, and kissed him on the mouth. Gerard's body responded immediately, his arms wrapping around Bert, his crotch pressing against Bert's knee, and his mouth opening to deepen the kisses. His set had just ended, and he smelled like sweat and dirt. Bert licked the inside of his lips, and he tasted like cigarettes and beer and the desire to get mouth-fucked in an equipment van.

Gerard pulled his head back, though his crotch was still rubbing in a slow rhythm against Bert's knee. "I'm not gay, you know."

Bert smiled in a way he hoped looked charming. "You don't have to be gay. You just have to suck my dick."

Gerard laughed, his eyes shining and thigh shaking in between Bert's legs.

"Yeah, fucking hilarious," Bert said, though he couldn't help but chuckle as well. He learned forward and kissed the base of Gerard's neck. "I've been working on you for like three days now," he said, licking up Gerard's neck. "Haven't got laid since I met you." He placed a series of small kisses along Gerard's jaw. "My balls hurt." He moved his mouth to Gerard's ear and sucked lightly on his earlobe. "Lick them."

Gerard giggled - actually giggled - and moved his hands to the front of Bert's pants. "I was gonna do it," he said through his laughter. "No need to sweet talk me, Bert."

The first brush of Gerard's hand against the bare skin of his waist made him gasp softly. "You dirty little whore," Bert said. "I love you. Let's get married."

Gerard finished opening Bert's pants and slid to his knees.

Bert bounced up and down on his toes. "Let's adopt Chinese babies and buy seven tiny dogs."

Gerard laughed as he steadied Bert's hips enough to take his dick out of his pants. "Do you ever shut up?"

"No -- ooooh." Bert's response turned into a moan as Gerard slid it into his mouth. He was exactly how Bert had imagined: smart enough to know what felt good, but inexperienced enough to be hot and sloppy.

Bert twisted one hand in Gerard's messy hair. "You like that?" he gasped, his voice cracking slightly. "You like how that tastes, yeah?"

Gerard pulled back, sat down on his heels, and wiped off his mouth with the back of his hand. "You're the only guy I've done this with." He smiled. "But it's pretty hot. I like it."

Bert just stared at him. "Uh...that was a rhetorical question."

Gerard blinked. "Oh."

"Yeah," Bert said. "So..." He nodded down toward his waist.

"Oh, right." Gerard leaned forward, wrapped his hand gently around the base, and ran his tongue along the bottom of Bert's dick.

Bert closed his eyes and moaned loud enough that anyone near their corner of the parking lot would've heard it. This was definitely worth waiting three whole days. Every time he saw Gerard he got turned on, but having his mouth on him was a thousand times better. His head was spinning, his whole body tingled, and his stomach kept flipping over and over. It was like puking except awesome.

Bert put his hand back on Gerard's head and thrust forward slightly. "Yeah?" he choked out. "You can take that?"

Gerard pulled his head back. "Oh yeah, it takes a lot to make me gag. Don't worry about it."

Bert flapped his hand up and down in frustration. "Fuck...why?..." He pointed at his crotch. "What the hell get back there!"

"You keep asking me questions," Gerard said innocently.

Bert put his hand over his face. "Okay, listen." He took a deep breath and brought his hand down. "Listen, let's have some rules, all right? When sucking my dick, don't stop for any reason except if one of us dies." He paused a moment. "Actually, not even then. Just don't stop, okay?"

Gerard rolled his eyes. "Then you shouldn't ask me questions," he argued, but he took Bert's dick in his hand again and slid it into his mouth.

Bert sighed and leaned his head back. It was so quiet he could hear the soft, wet clicking noise of Gerard's mouth as he pulled off Bert's dick and then went down again. He'd only just met the guy, and already he wanted to kiss him and fuck him, play video games with him and write music with him, tell him he loves him and come on his face. He was so far gone he could practically feel his brains leaking out his dick.

Bert knew his band would be cool with whatever he did, but when Brian found out, he'd probably give him one of the disapproving looks from when he was their tour manager, which he'd pull out whenever Bert threw up out the bus window while it was moving, or woke up in his hotel room with a girl he didn't remember, or ate a spider because C.W. offered him a dollar to do it. He'd warn Bert that fucking the opening band's singer was a bad idea, and it would mess up the tour, cause a fight between their bands, and ultimately end badly.

Gerard took Bert's dick deep, swirled his tongue around the head, and rubbed his balls with his free hand. Bert choked on a moan and thrust forward. Luckily, he'd spent his whole life ignoring what people told him to do.

Bert squeezed his eyes shut. "Now, okay?"

Gerard made a muffled sound and began moving backwards.

Bert grabbed onto his hair and held his head steady. "Don't answer that! Fuck!" His vision grayed out as he came, hunching over and gasping so hard he was almost crying.

"Fuck," Bert choked out. He pulled out of Gerard's mouth, collapsed to the floor, and pulled Gerard down beside him. "I love you," he said, his breathing heavy. "Let's steal a car and drive to outer space."

"Cool," Gerard said, rolling so that his body was flush against Bert's.

Bert pressed himself against Gerard, felt that he was hard, and the realization made him so happy that he laughed out loud. "Let's buy a record player and dance around forever," he said with a grin as he undid Gerard's pants. He spit on his palm and shoved his hand inside to grip Gerard's dick.

Gerard's breath hitched and he closed his eyes. "I don't think I still own any records."

"I never had a record." Bert kissed Gerard's lips in a big, wet motion, though Gerard was panting too hard to kiss back. He worked his hand up and down, rolling his thumb over the head, smiling as Gerard pushed his face into Bert's neck.

Gerard said something, but his voice was muffled.

"Huh?" Bert said.

Gerard pulled his face back. His lips were red and parted slightly, but when he met Bert's eyes he bit down on his lower lip and his face flushed. "I listened to your album all the time," he said, the words spilling out quickly. "When we were recording I got so frustrated because I kept comparing us, and you...I just..." He rocked against Bert's hand and moaned.

Bert stifled a laugh. He couldn't believe this guy could suck him off without a second thought, and then get all embarrassed over stupid shit while his dick was in Bert's hand. It made him want to laugh hysterically. It made him want to lick the shame right off his pretty face. It made him want to get Gerard off fast, hard, and often.

Bert shifted his weight so that he was bearing down on Gerard's body, all his energy in the tight, slick motion of his hand. He put his mouth against Gerard's ear. "Come on," he whispered. He pushed back some of Gerard's damp, tangled hair, and let his wet lips brush against Gerard's ear as he spoke. "Come on."

Gerard bent his head and buried his face in the front of Bert's t-shirt, choking out something that sounded like "Bert..."

Bert wrapped his other arm around Gerard's back, holding him in something half-hug and half-handjob. Gerard rocked his body hard into Bert's, and Bert stifled a laugh against the top of Gerard's head as he shuddered and came in Bert's hand.

"You're so much fun," Bert said as he pulled his hand out of Gerard's pants and wiped it on the end of Gerard's shirt. "I wanna do so many things with you, and in you, and all over your face."

Gerard gasped and let his head roll back. "Fuck, Bert." He ran his hand back over his face to wipe the sweat away. "God, you're..." Gerard caught a glimpse of his watch as he wiped some sweat from his eyes. "You're...really late for soundcheck."

Bert pulled Gerard back toward him and kissed him on the mouth. "I'm gonna buy you flowers," he said, then kissed him again. "I'm gonna play the showering-in-prison game with you."

Gerard laughed and pushed Bert backwards gently. "Seriously, you go on soon. They're probably looking for you."

Bert just smiled in response. He'd actually announced to his band that morning over his breakfast of cold pizza and whiskey that he was going to "get that pretty one to blow me or fucking die trying", so they probably weren't too worried about where he was.

Gerard pushed himself up into a sitting position.

"Come to my bus tonight," Bert said.

Gerard stood, reached down, and helped Bert to his feet. "If my brother doesn't need me."

Bert grabbed him around the waist. "Your brother needs you to get your dick sucked."

"Ew," Gerard said, though he was still smiling.

"Come on." Bert leaned his head forward, so that his lips were brushing Gerard's as he spoke. "Lemme do it," he whispered.

Gerard let out a ragged exhale. "Okay."

Bert bucked his hips once against Gerard's body before releasing him. "Promise?"

"Yeah, of course." Gerard straightened out his shirt and reached for the handle of the back door.

Bert grabbed his wrist. "Say you promise."

Gerard rolled his eyes, but he was still smiling, obviously flattered by the attention. "I promise," he said. "I will absolutely be there. It's not even a question." He tugged gently on Bert's arm. "Come on. I'll watch your set."

Bert released his wrist and reached past him to open the back door of the van. Their corner of the parking lot was mostly empty, except for a small, irritated-looking tattooed man walking toward them.

"Hi Brian!" Bert called out as he approached.

"You do know we're not out here camping, right?" Brian asked. "You do know you have a show?"

Gerard looked from Bert to Brian with a guilty look on his face. "I need a jacket. I'll catch up." He turned and headed in the direction of the buses.

Brian watched him walk away, turning back to Bert once he was out of earshot. "Bert..."

Bert stretched his arms over his head. "I know."

Brian took a step closer. "This is not going to end well."

Bert grinned. "Yeah, but it'll be so fucking good while it lasts." He began skipping backwards and called out, "It'll be worth it!" He let out a high-pitched, insane laugh, turned, and started running toward the stage.