"Ugh fuck!" I yelled as Chester slid into me slowly, the pain only seeming to 'cause me more pleasure, "Harder you fuck!"

Chester snorted and grasped my hips, beginning to move within me slowly to start off with so he wouldn't hurt me. I wrapped my legs around his slim waist, pushing him even farther into me. "Fuck Joel," Chester groaned, his head rolling back, "So fucking tight."

"Just the way you like it," I growled, unable to stop the words from leaving my mouth. Apparently, Chester took it as a major turn on, and thrust into me even harder and faster than before, hitting some spot inside me, which almost made me come right then and there. I reached down to stroke myself intime with each of Chester's rough thrusts, feeling my orgasm rapidly approaching.

"Oh man... I'm so fucking there," Chester groaned, thrusting into me the final few times before he came within me. Chester braced himself so he wouldn't collapse onto me and quickly withdrew from me. He then moved my hand off my length and replaced it with his mouth, sucking me roughly. I moaned and grasped his black spikes in my hands as my hips thrust against his mouth. Chester ran his tongue up my length, before doing it again with his lipring. I groaned and came roughly, not having and chance to warn him. He didn't seem to mind, and he sucked up every drop.

"Holy shit," I panted, releasing my grip on Chester's hair, "That was fucking amazing."

"I know," Chester grinned, "I am a sex god."

"Conceited," I laughed slightly, "We should dress before Mike and Benji decided to come out of the bedroom. I don't mind if they know about us, but I don't think they'll appreciate us sitting here wearing our birthday suits."

"Nice way to put it," Chester giggled, pulling his boxers back on. As I watched him, I couldn't help but feel something for him. Something more than being just friends who are fucking just to get off. For the first time I noticed how his eyes sparkled in the light, and how his smile seemed to make my heart melt. Woah... what's wrong with me? There's no way Chester feels the same... to him I'm just a fuck buddy. And that's what he is to me, right?

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*Benji*

I sighed and opened my eyes slowly, getting met with a faceful of black and red tinted hair. I lifted my face and chuckled as I realized Mike was sleeping with his head on my bare chest. Memories of last night flooded my mind. We'd made love. I could hardly believe it... it was so perfect.

"Mmm Benj," Mike sighed softly, hugging me closer to him, before his eyes fluttered open, "Morning."

"Morning Mike," I smiled at him, running my fingers through his bed head hair, "Sleep okay?"

"Perfect," he smiled, sliding up so he was lying beside me, his arm around my waist, "I love you."

"Love you too," I smiled, kissing him gently, "We have concert number two today."

"I know," Mike sighed, leaning his head on my shoulder, "I don't wanna get up."

"But we have to," I smiled at him, kissing his forehead softly, "We can get Chester and Joel and go down to the breakfast buffet. We have all afternoon before the show."

"Yeah, but we'll have to be at the arena two hours before showtime, to do meeet n greet," Mike reminded me.

"Oh yeah," I nodded, "I guess we better get up and dressed."

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*Mike*

I sighed another CD cover as it was passed my way, looking up at each fan and smiling warmly at them. I loved the fans. If it weren't for them, we wouldn't have gotten to where we are now. I felt this burning kinda feeling rise in the back of my throat, kinda like the feeling you get when you're gonna throw up. I swallowed and pushed the feeling down, trying to at least get through the autograph session.

Once it finally ended, I stood and bolted towards the backstage bathroom, just intime for my stomach to empty itself. "Mike?" I heard Chester call me, "You okay?"

"Ugh, yeah," I mumbled, flushing the toilet and standing shakily, "I don't know what that was all about... it was just so sudden."

Chester wrapped his arm around my waist to help steady me so I wouldn't fall. "Maybe you should get some rest in the dressing room before we're up to perform," Chester said, feeling my forehead, "Do you feel sick?"

I shook my head. "No... it just hit me suddenly. I don't feel sick though. I feel fine."

"Well, you should get some rest anyway," he said, leading me into the dressing room, where he helped me sit down on the bed, "You lay here and relax. I'll go find Benji."

I nodded, leaning back against the headboard. I didn't feel sick. I felt fine. I just don't know why I felt an urge to throw up like that.

"Mike?" Benji asked, rushing into the room, "Are you okay baby? Chester told you weren't feeling well."

"I'm fine," I assured him as he sat down beside me, "I just... I had to throw up suddenly. I don't know why though. I'm fine now."

"Are you sure?" Benji asked, his brown eyes searching mine. I nodded. "I'm sure," I told him, "I'm fine Benji."

He nodded. "Maybe you should rest anyways," he said , "I'll stay here with you. Just get some sleep, if even for five minutes."

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