"Fuck off, Hollywood. You too, Meggers. Why don't you two just go lick each others' balls and leave me the fuck alone."

"It was a fucking joke, Stax," Hollywood snorted. "Anyone ever teach you about sense of humor?"

"I'm about to teach you about the possibility of life's destruction, fuckhead,"Stax growled back at the cocky guitarist, then glanced at the drummer next to him who looked more than a bit confused. "And for future referrence, jokes are supposed to be fucking funny."

As the intimidating skinhead stalked off, Meggers scratched idly at his arm and looked over at Hollywood. The lanky drummer arched an eyebrow inquisitively at his cohort. "Ya didn't tell me he'd get that offended, dude."

Hollywood just snickered devillishly and turned back to the bar. Of course, Meggers was right. He hadn't told him that Stax would get so angry, even though he knew perfectly well that he would, and why. Accepting that Hollywood had no reply to his statement, Meggers climbed onto a barstool with much clinking and clanging from the chains and studs that adorned his ripped up clothing.

A few sips of beer later, and Meggers shifted uncomfortably. He didn't want Stax to be mad at him. Their bands would be touring together for another month, and besides that, Stax seemed like a good guy. Meggers hadn't had the slightest clue that Stax would get so pissed when he and Hollywood pretended to be together for an entire night.

"Hey, Justin?," Meggers started, recalling that Hollywood hated it when his bandmates had called him by the nickname. Hollywood looked at him questioningly so he continued. "D'ya think we should go apologize to Stax? I mean, I didn't mean to piss anyone off...I didn't think he had a big problem with gay people, or people pretending to be gay, or whatever."

At this point, Hollywood choked on his whiskey sour momentarily. "Apologize to him?"

"Yeh," Meggers said, recieving an incredulous look from Hollywood. "What?"

"You want to apologize to Stax...because he's a...homophobe?"

"Yeh...well, no...I don't know," Meggers finally decided. "I just don't want to spend a month touring with a guy who hates me for a joke like this."

Hollywood somehow managed to keep a perfectly straight face, though he didn't bother making eye contact with Meggers, instead staring into his glass of alcohol. "Go for it. Go tell Stax it's fine to hate gay people, Megs."

Meggers stood up, obligatory clinking and clanging taking place once again, now accompanied by the dull thud of his boots hitting the dirty hardwood floor of the club. He paused a moment to down the rest of his beer, then looked over at Hollywood. "Not coming?"

The other man shook his head, glancing back at Meggers briefly. "Nah. Give him my regards though."

Meggers nodded and clapped Hollywood on the back as he left the room, and Hollywood waited until the door closed behind him before crossing his arms on top of the bar, dropping his head onto them, and dissolving into laughter.

"Ah fuck," Chris muttered, from Hollywood's other side. "What'd you do now, asshole?"

Meggers let the bar door fall shut behind him, stepping out into the fresh night air that held the recognizable scent of gasoline with just a touch of sewage, and glanced both ways down the scarcely illuminated sidewalk. He spotted Stax after a moment, leaning against one of the tour vans and talking on his cell phone. Meggers had noted earlier that 'all these L.A. dudes have cell phones,' to which Jorge had replied something unintelligible that ended with 'fuck'.

Creeping across the street as inconspiciously as someone with a massive green mohawk could, Meggers waited until Stax ended his call and dropped the phone back into his pocket before approaching him. Stax was apparently off in his own world of abhorrence, and didn't spot Meggers until he was across the street.

"Hey dude," Meggers greeted him, trying to sound friendly. He hadn't exactly formulated what to say to Stax, so he fell back on the old standby ice-breaker of death sticks, reaching into one of the pockets of his leather vest to retrieve his pack. "Wan' a cigarette?"

"Don't smoke," Stax told him shortly.

"Oh," Meggers went to retrieve one for himself, but found the pack was empty and laughed nervously. "Me either, I guess."

Tossing the container into the street, Meggers shifted from one foot to the other, wondering why he was suddenly so intimidated by Stax. Maybe it was that now, coupled with the imposing presence the singer had; he didn't like gay people and Meggers had pissed him off. Stax crossed his arms and waited for Meggers to say something, although appearing like he could wait all night and not mind.

"Uh, look," he finally started. "I didn't mean to piss you off, I mean it was mostly just to amuse the crowd and stuff, Justin didn't tell me you were...uh..."

"Didn't tell you I was...?," Stax prompted, his voice tense.

Meggers looked up from where he'd been focusing on his boots. He hated confrontation, and it was glaringly obvious. "That ya were a...I mean...a homophobe," he finally managed.

At the way Stax's eyebrows raised, Meggers quickly focused on the concrete again. He waited for something, an attack of some sort maybe, or just a response. It took a moment before Stax's laughter became audible, but once it did, Meggers looked up at him. The bewildered look on his face only made Stax laugh harder. Feeling stupid for not knowing why Stax was laughing, Meggers remained quiet.

"You think I'm a homophobe?," Stax asked, once his deep laughter had subsided.

"Well, I mean, I just assumed...the way ya reacted, and Justin, well he didn't really say you were but he didn't say ya weren't, so I thought..."

Stax sneered slightly, shaking his head. "I wouldn't have expected that asshole to tell you otherwise. The more confusing and uncomfortable for everyone else, the more fun for him."

"Uh, yeh...," Meggers forced a chuckle. "Pretty...confusing, yeh."

"I'm gay," Stax informed him. "That's why I got so pissed off."

"Oh!," Meggers exclaimed, enlightened. "Well, that's cool. I didn't think...but, wait...so why did that piss you off? I mean it's not like...er, well...it wasn't a personal attack or nothin'."

"It's more personal that you probably thought," Stax said, his tone darkening a bit.

"Oh. Ooooh," Meggers shuffled around. "I'm sorry, dude, I didn't realize - "

"No, it's pretty apparent you were an unwilling pawn in this instance," Stax dismissed the apology. "He likes to fuck with my head, sometimes, and it...gets to me. Every once in a while."

Meggers grimaced, as if he had some sort of unpleasant aftertaste in his mouth. "That's not very cool."

"It's all right," Stax said, shrugging. "I take comfort in the fact that he has to resort to fucking groupies instead."

"Kinda like Jake," Meggers told him.

Stax shrugged. "Maybe, I guess. What about yourself?"

"Groupies? Nah. I had a girlfriend but...well, ya know. Have to know when to get the fuck out and all that," he said. "But no groupies...too picky. We got ugly fans, anyway."

Stax laughed at the assessment and Meggers smiled easily for the first time since the show had ended.

"Dude, ya wanna go get a beer or something?," he asked.

"Sure," Stax replied, then looked across the street at the recently vacated bar. "Just not there. I think I hate Hollywood too much to kick his ass right now."

The pair ended up walking to a convenience store to get booze, as well as a new pack of smokes for Meggers, then returning to the van and pulling the back doors open. Meggers had proclaimed that 'any pig who had a fuckin' problem with a 40 oz. party in the back of a tour van can suck it' and so there they stayed. Stax was leaning against the back seat of the van, watching the reflection of the cars headlights in the white paint of the trailer that was hitched to it as they passed; while Meggers was stretched out across the thin carpetting with his legs propped up against the side wall of the van.

Tendrils of cigarette smoke danced across the van ceiling and the glow-in-the-dark stars someone had put there to give it character as Meggers exhaled through his nostrils. There had been silence between them for a while, but comfortable, introspective silence, until he broke it. "So how long ago did he leave you?"

"Huh?," Stax asked, being drawn out of his cheap beer-induced haze and caught completely off gaurd by the question. "He who?"

"Justin," Meggers clarified, turning his head to the side to look at Stax and allowing his mohawk to spring back into place in the process.

"Justin...didn't leave me," Stax answered, obviously confused. "I mean, we weren't together..."

"Oh...," Meggers said. "I thought you used to be together, and that's why us joking around pissed ya off."

"Nah," Stax shook his head, looking down at the exorbitantly large bottle of liquor between his legs. "I liked him, but he's straight. Everyone else is. Straight, I mean."

"Uh...not everyone, dude," Meggers said, punctuating the admittal with a little nervous laugh.

"Well, he's the only one that gives me shit about it, anyway," Stax responded, before really realizing what Meggers had said. "Do any of the guys in your band give you shit?"

Meggers shook his head. "Nah, we all pretty much have the mindset of 'fuck whoever ya want, just not in front of me'. Plus I was with that girl for a long time, so it hasn't been much of an issue."

"Yeah, no one else gives me much shit either," Stax told him. "Just Hollywood. But he gives everyone shit about everything."

"I'm actually really surprised that he's straight," Meggers admitted. Stax laughed, and he continued. "No, seriously, he acts and looks more like a stereotypical gay dude than either of us."

"I think it's how he gets girls," Stax said, still chuckling.

"Yeh, well," Meggers sat up, tossing his cigarette into the street. "Girls are fucked up."

"Wouldn't really know, I guess," Stax looked over at the drummer as he leaned against the back of the seat next to him. "Did that hurt?"

"What?," Meggers asked, looking over at him.

Stax lifted a hand and traced his middle finger lightly across the ring in the right side of Meggers' lower lip. "That."

Meggers sucked the ring into his mouth after Stax had moved his hand away, gnawing on the metal for a second, then shook his head. "Not really. It got infected once and that sorta sucked, but it wasn't too bad."

"I guess I'm too much of a pussy for peircings," Stax decided.

"If ya were a pussy, you'd have a bottle of raspberry vodka between yer legs, instead of a forty of O.E. Besides, ya got a tattoo," Meggers said. "That's a lot more needles, and it lasts longer."

"Yeah, notice how I only have one?," Stax asked, grinning.

"Yeh, me too," Meggers said. "But that's only 'cause I can't think of anything else I want permanently ingrained into my skin."

"Any more holes planned for your face?," Stax queried, taking a large drink of beer afterwards.

"I dunno," Meggers replied. "Maybe...uh, not my face. I'm not sure."

"Ah. Do you have any that aren't on your face?"

"Nah. Not yet," he answered, laughing a bit uneasily.

Stax was watching him closely now, making him a bit on edge again. But at least this time Meggers didn't feel like the other man was going to kick his ass. He met his gaze, raising his eyebrows questioningly but not saying anything.

"You look really young," Stax said after a moment.

"I am," Meggers told him, in almost a protesting tone. "I mean...yeh, I'm older than you. But I'm still young."

Relative silence fell again as the two watched each other, almost inspecting the other's face. One older, but with a friendly, nearly childish visage and pale skin; the other with a darker skin tone and a serious expression that made him seem eternally angry. Both knew what was about to take place, but Meggers was still too intimidated by the younger man to make it happen himself.

Of all the things Meggers might have expected of Stax, he never would have expected him to be as cautious as he was. He rested the palm of his left hand against Meggers' cheek, running his thumb over the ring in his lip again before slowly leaning in and pressing their lips together. Meggers lifted his chin slightly, returning the pressure just as softly, though he wasn't used to it.

Their lips parted, only to meet again after a second. Stax's tongue snaked out to slide across the cold metal looped through Meggers' lip, and Meggers wrapped a hand around the back of Stax's neck to draw him closer. Likewise, Stax's hand moved down from the drummer's cheek to rest lightly on the side of his neck. Meggers parted his lips underneath Stax's tongue, sucking it into his own mouth before tracing the tip of his own across it and back into Stax's mouth.

Stax's fingers curled around the dog chain around Meggers neck, his opposite hand going around the back of his hips to carefully draw the other man's smaller frame into his lap. Meggers straddled him, reaching between them without breaking the kiss to remove the forty from between Stax's legs and sliding further up his thighs. Stax released the chain, moving his hand down to meet the other on the small of Meggers back, and leaned away from him.

Meggers slowly opened his eyes to meet the dark brown and deeply intense gaze that Stax was directing towards him unwaveringly. He glanced down briefly, almost unsurely, and let his hand fall from Stax's neck to trace lightly across his chest. Then he looked back up at him, and grinned slowly, finding a matching expression spread across Stax's face in return.

Meggers rested his forearms on either side of Stax's head, leaning back down to kiss him again. Stax's arms tightened around his thin waist, holding him there as their tongues danced over each other. His fingers slid under the back of his leather vest and around to his chest, pushing it back off of his shoulders and Meggers moved his arms back to let it fall onto the van floor.

Returning to his previous position, he trailed his lips along Stax's jaw and sucked his earlobe into his mouth. Stax moaned very lightly, and Meggers gained more confidence. He gently pressed up against Stax's groin, and the singer took the opportunity to latch onto Meggers' hips and pull him even closer. This time it was Meggers that moaned, his mouth breaking away from Stax's skin.

Almost hesitantly the pair developed a rhythm of thrusting against each other, and Meggers slid his hands up Stax's sides to yank his shirt over his head. As Meggers leaned in to trail his tongue along Stax's shoulders, he tilted his head to the side to avoid the obtrusive mohawk and cleared his throat lightly.

"Meggers...," he started, receiving a small questioning moan in response. "Maybe we should close the doors."

Meggers pulled away from him again, shaking his head. "No way. If any cop has a problem with two dudes gettin' it on in the back of a tour van, they can lick my asshole."

Stax raised an eyebrow, amused. "What about the rest of the guys?"

"If they're still sober enough to stumble out here and complain...," Meggers said thoughtfully, then shook his head again. "- doesn't matter. Are you happy with you who are?" Stax contemplated a moment before nodding. "Then fuck 'em."

Stax's laugh was cut short when Meggers captured his lips again, licking them softly before slipping his tongue between them and rocking against Stax. Stax himself focused on pulling Meggers' black Unseen shirt off, having a bit of difficulty getting it past his hair. Meggers laughed mockingly at him before helping him with the problem. Once it was solved and the shirt had been piled with his vest and Stax's shirt, Stax drug his fingertips down from Meggers' shoulders, tickling over his pale chest and nipples.

Tugging the smaller man towards him, Stax began to nip and suck on his skin. Meggers methodically pressed against him, delighting in the feeling of Stax growing hard beneath him. As his mouth moved down his chest, Meggers dropped his hands from their position gripping the back of the seat to Stax's hips. They moved inwards and started undoing his belt, and Stax followed his lead.

"This belt isn't even connected to your pants," Stax pointed out a moment later, setting the string of gunshells to the side.

Meggers snickered, then placed his hands back on Stax's shoulders and leaned in to kiss him briefly. "Nah, but this one is," he informed him, moving off of Stax and undoing the studded leather belt, then slipping his pants down his legs.

Pausing, Meggers cursed. He pulled his pants back up and knelt, beginning to unlace his tall boots.

"I think you're a bit overdressed," Stax said, grinning.

Meggers looked up at him. "This image is hard to maintain, dude!"

Moving behind him, Stax wrapped his arms around Meggers' waist and started to unlace the opposite boot. When they were both finally undone, Meggers yanked them off, follwed quickly by his pants and added to the ever growing pile of clothes. He turned and gently pushed Stax onto his back against the floor and drug his pants and boxers off after removing his considerably easier-to-get-off shoes.

Stax ignored the fact that he could easily be arrested for public indecency at any time and instead focused on Meggers' mouth, which was now travelling down his chest and stomach slowly. He moved his own hands over Meggers' shoulders and down his arms, letting his eyes fall shut.

"Fuck...," Stax gasped as Meggers' mouth finally came into contact with his cock. He flicked his tongue over the head briefly before taking it into his mouth, one hand occupying itself with holding the left side of Stax's hips down. With his other hand, he teased Stax's nipples then moved back down to play his fingertips across his balls.

Stax started to thrash more violently beneath Meggers, and he finally gave up all hope of control. His hands moved to grasp Stax's hips from behind and pull them closer, thus pushing Stax farther into his mouth. Stax cursed again, his breathing restricted, and snaked a hand around the back of Meggers' neck. Sucking viciously on him, Meggers lifted his gaze to look up at Stax. The second they made eye contact, Stax came, throwing his bald head back against the tattered carpetting and biting his lip fiercely.

Meggers sat up between Stax's raised knees, promptly spitting a mouthful of semen onto the pavement outside of the van. "Sorry, doesn't taste that great," he apologized to Stax as he moved back over him to lay against him.

Stax managed a breathless laugh, wrapping a thick arm around Meggers' back and pulling him close. "It's fine...holy fuck..."

Meggers latched his lips onto Stax's neck, sucking momentarily, then propped himself up on an elbow. "Stax...," he started.

Stax turned his head, locking his gaze on Meggers'. "Yeah?," he asked.

"I wanna fuck you," Meggers told him flatly.

Stax looked a bit surprised at the bluntness of his request, but decided Meggers wasn't really one for subtlety anyway, so he nodded. "Okay."

"Excellent!," Meggers exclaimed, grinning victoriously. He started to move back between Stax's legs, Stax still recovering from his orgasm.

"Do you have any -," Stax started, but Meggers cut him off.

"Dude, real punks don't use lube."

Stax choked on his laugther when Meggers once again knelt between his knees, this time lifting his hips and tracing his entrance with his tongue. It thrust inside of him slowly, then moved back out, and Stax groaned. Meggers continued the exercise for a moment, then sat up again. Stax sat up immediately as well, crushing Meggers against the wall of the van as he kissed him deeply.

Breaking the kiss, Stax hooked his fingers under the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down his legs. "Surprised you don't have a padlock on these or some shit."

"Not today," Meggers told him, grinning widely.

Stax pushed his legs apart, leaning down to run his tongue along the underside of Meggers' cock before engulfing it with his mouth. Meggers groaned pleasantly at this, and rested his head against the cool metal of the wall as Stax moved his mouth up and down, coating him with saliva.

A moment later he sat back up, kissing Meggers as he moved into his lap. Meggers kissed back, gripping the back of Stax's head to deepen it. As he felt Stax start to move onto him, he thrust upward and they both broke away to inhale sharply. Stax paused once Meggers was fully inside of him, resting his forehead on the other man's shoulder.

"You all right, dude?," Meggers asked, voice laced with both lust and concern.

"Yeah, fine...just needed a minute...," Stax told him, then latched his teeth onto Meggers neck gently as he started to move on top of him.

Meggers began to thrust his hips upward to meet Stax's movements. Between the two of them, they developed a fast rhythm, becoming harder over time as they both got more excited. Meggers' hands moved down Stax's chest to encircle his dick, already hard again. Their mouths locked together, tongues battling inside the space as they moved against each other. Meggers was the first to pull away, gasping explitives and squeezing his eyes shut as he pressed up hard into Stax a few last times.

As he came, his grip tightened around Stax, causing him to come as well for the second time that night.His fingers retreated to Stax's hips, pulling the singer off of his cock and closer to his chest. He dropped his head against Stax's sweat-soaked skin, breathing heavily, and Stax rested his cheek against one shaved side of Meggers' head.

A moment later, when they could both function, Stax sat up and kissed the side of Meggers mouth. "You know that thing earlier, that I got all pissed off about?"

"Yeh," Meggers answered, raising his lazy eyelids to look at Stax curiously.

"I think you've redeemed yourself," Stax told him.

Meggers grinned widely. "Awesome."

Digging through the pile of clothes to their right, Meggers unearthed his shirt and moved to wipe off himself and Stax. Stax stopped him, though.

"It's okay, dude, I have other shirts," Meggers assured him.

Stax shook his head, then retrieved the shirt he'd been wearing. "Nah," he told Meggers as he wiped the cum off of his chest. "It's about time I gave this one back to Hollywood anyway."