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Sean and Ian were given a bunk. Problem : it was a one-person bunk. In fact, it wasn't REALLY a problem.

So that evening, Ian and Sean undressed in front of the little bunk. But once naked, Sean didn't put on his night boxers. He smiled cheesily and slipped head first under the covers, so that only his right foot was peeking out. Ian chuckled. Sean's ankle tatoo was visible, a bloody razorblade with "I'm rad" written on it. He had gotten one too. Still in boxers and socks, he jumped on the bed and grabbed Sean's ankle. He heard the man squeal hysterically under the covers and try to free himself from Ian's grip. Ian just grinned mischeviously and started to kiss the little tatoo. Sean let out a giggle, muffled by the covers. Ian switched to licking the pale skin, making Sean cringe. His tongue trailed up Sean's calf. Sean gasped.

"Stop that Ianoo. I don't want to end up having sex almost in front of the others."

Ian sighed and turned his back to Sean, pouting.

"You killjoy!"

"Heard my name?"

Gerard peeked in, a large smile on his face, wearing nothing but boxers, light denim trousers in a hand.

"No Gee, go back to molesting Frank" Sean said from under the comforter.

"Why don't you get out of here?"

"I'm buttnaked, smartass."

"Oooooh." Gerard shifted his eyebrows compiscuously.

"Shuddup, Way." Ian snapped. He was starting to get into the playful, slightly erotic ambiance in the bus.

"Ian? Wanna go for a threesome? Frank is hot tonight." Gerard grinned.

"What? Are you trying to sex up MY husband?!" Sean scoffed, his head plopping out of the covers.

"Ha! I made you get out!" Gerard exclaimed.

"My head only. You can't have my sexy body, it's all Ian's."

Ian stuck his tongue at Gerard.

"I'm still sure my package is bigger than yours" Gerard said.

Ian and Sean snorted.

"You can't compete with Sean's package." Ian said playfully. Sean was propped on his elbows, his stomach on the matress, his chin resting on one had, the other twiddling with Ian's boxers.

"I wanna see that!"

Frank had plopped from behind Gerard.

"Obey your elder, Sean!" Gerard said.

"Oh you crazy pedophiles." Sean whined, hiding his head under the cover. "Just because I'm young and careless and my junk isn't limper than my arteries you want to abuse of my virginity!"

"Your virGInity?" Frank scoffed into a laugher. "And who tells you my junk is limper than my arteries? I'm still a young and impetuous stallion."

"Well I'm more one than you, you fithly old slut!" Sean said, his voice muffled.

Ian glared at him.

"Hey, I'm older than him!"

"You don't count sweetie, with your libido you're never going to get where he is : pathetically asking for cock." Sean chuckled.

There was a silence of analysis of his words.
Then the three glared at the covers. Sean just burst into a laugher.

"Well oh thank you!" Gerard mumbled.

Frank turned.

"I'm thrilled to know my libido is bigger than Ian Watkin's." he chanted happily before closing the door.

"Seeeeaaaaaan..." Ian poked the covers that were moving with Sean's laughter.

The blue headed frontman slipped his midsection out of the covers.

"Awww, Ianoo, don't take it like that. I just wanted to highlight that you aren't a filthy sex addict, when Frank is. But you're still super hot in bed, that means nothing."

Sean took Ian's tatooed left arm and started to kiss it.

"And... Anyways... You're perfect."

Ian let a smile slip off as Sean rubbed his nose on the ink.

"My...perfect... Little... Hubby." Sean whispered.

They stayed like that for a little while. Then they heard very loud music being played. Ian rose his nose.

"Is that... Is that Sexy and I know it?"

Sean listened.

"I think that is."

They fell silent.

"Frank Iero likes LMFAO, it seems."

"I expected better from him."

Silence again.

"Wanna sleep?"

"Well yeah."

Ian rolled off his socks, pulled off his boxers, and slipped inside the bed. Sean wrapped his body around him and Ian turned to be laying on his back, Sean on his right. Ian smiled as Sean kissed his neck for good night.
The fact it was a one person bunk really wasn't a problem.

--

"Don't worry, Green Day are a very down-to-earth band. They're just normal dudes. And don't listen to Gee : the 'sexual tension' is not really visible."

Sean nodded at Ray. He was still nervous, something he never had been with a match he had to do.
They walked through the parking lot and to the hotel's courtyard. There was already the rest of MCR, a bunch of roadies, a band known as Fearless Vampire Killers, and, sitting at the same table as Frank and Cyrus from FVP, chatting animately, Billie Joe.
Ray pushed Sean.

"Hey guys. So this is Sean Smith. Sean Smith, meet Billie Joe Armstrong."

"Nice to meet you bud" Billie said, standing up to shake Sean's hand. The first thing Sean noticed was Billie's height. He was really small. Maybe as small as Frank. Maybe even shorter...

"Pleasure's mine" Sean said gracefully before taking a sit.

"So Frank and all told me about you, but we still don't know what you're doing. Want juice?" Billie smiled, leaning his chin on his hand, shaking a bottle of orange juice that was on the table.

"Nah thanks. Well I'm singing in a Welsh band. The Blackout. You probably don't know."

"Well no."

"Awesome. And well, that's pretty much all for the job."

Ian arrived by the back and kissed Sean's hair.

"Hey Sean-Sean."

"...Aaaand this is my husband, Ian Watkins, from Lostprophets. Ian, meet the great Billie Joe Armstrong."

Billie laughed and shook Ian's hand.

"The GREAT? Pleased, dude. So you're... married?"

"Yes, well..." Ian said, looking away, his hands on Sean's chair.

"I'm okay with that, man." Billie smiled. "In case you've missed the point, I'm all but a homophobic."

Frank chuckled and Cyrus smirked uneasily.
Sean smiled. Then Billie passed a hand through his dyed blonde hair.

"So what are you doing here anyways?"

"Sean doesn't know the meaning of 'chilling out', that's what." Ian mumbled, setting his jean jacket on his shoulders.

Billie laughed.

"Ha, ha, hyper uh? You never stop?"

"Kind of." Sean smirked. "I like to meet new people. Because I'm 'hyper' like you say, I'm now friends with all Fueled By Ramen, with Bring me the Horizon, All Time Low, Falling in Reverse and loads."

"Pretty impressive" Billie approved. "Nice hair, too."

"I know, right?" Sean grinned.

Description
Sean and Ian were given a bunk. Problem : it was a one-person bunk. In fact, it wasn't REALLY a problem.

So that evening, Ian and Sean undressed in front of the little bunk. But once naked, Sean didn't put on his night boxers. He smiled cheesily and slipped head first under the covers, so that only his right foot was peeking out. Ian chuckled. Sean's ankle tatoo was visible, a bloody razorblade with "I'm rad" written on it. He had gotten one too. Still in boxers and socks, he jumped on the bed and grabbed Sean's ankle. He heard the man squeal hysterically under the covers and try to free himself from Ian's grip. Ian just grinned mischeviously and started to kiss the little tatoo. Sean let out a giggle, muffled by the covers. Ian switched to licking the pale skin, making Sean cringe. His tongue trailed up Sean's calf. Sean gasped.

"Stop that Ianoo. I don't want to end up having sex almost in front of the others."

Ian sighed and turned his back to Sean, pouting.

"You killjoy!"

"Heard my name?"

Gerard peeked in, a large smile on his face, wearing nothing but boxers, light denim trousers in a hand.

"No Gee, go back to molesting Frank" Sean said from under the comforter.

"Why don't you get out of here?"

"I'm buttnaked, smartass."

"Oooooh." Gerard shifted his eyebrows compiscuously.

"Shuddup, Way." Ian snapped. He was starting to get into the playful, slightly erotic ambiance in the bus.

"Ian? Wanna go for a threesome? Frank is hot tonight." Gerard grinned.

"What? Are you trying to sex up MY husband?!" Sean scoffed, his head plopping out of the covers.

"Ha! I made you get out!" Gerard exclaimed.

"My head only. You can't have my sexy body, it's all Ian's."

Ian stuck his tongue at Gerard.

"I'm still sure my package is bigger than yours" Gerard said.

Ian and Sean snorted.

"You can't compete with Sean's package." Ian said playfully. Sean was propped on his elbows, his stomach on the matress, his chin resting on one had, the other twiddling with Ian's boxers.

"I wanna see that!"

Frank had plopped from behind Gerard.

"Obey your elder, Sean!" Gerard said.

"Oh you crazy pedophiles." Sean whined, hiding his head under the cover. "Just because I'm young and careless and my junk isn't limper than my arteries you want to abuse of my virginity!"

"Your virGInity?" Frank scoffed into a laugher. "And who tells you my junk is limper than my arteries? I'm still a young and impetuous stallion."

"Well I'm more one than you, you fithly old slut!" Sean said, his voice muffled.

Ian glared at him.

"Hey, I'm older than him!"

"You don't count sweetie, with your libido you're never going to get where he is : pathetically asking for cock." Sean chuckled.

There was a silence of analysis of his words.
Then the three glared at the covers. Sean just burst into a laugher.

"Well oh thank you!" Gerard mumbled.

Frank turned.

"I'm thrilled to know my libido is bigger than Ian Watkin's." he chanted happily before closing the door.

"Seeeeaaaaaan..." Ian poked the covers that were moving with Sean's laughter.

The blue headed frontman slipped his midsection out of the covers.

"Awww, Ianoo, don't take it like that. I just wanted to highlight that you aren't a filthy sex addict, when Frank is. But you're still super hot in bed, that means nothing."

Sean took Ian's tatooed left arm and started to kiss it.

"And... Anyways... You're perfect."

Ian let a smile slip off as Sean rubbed his nose on the ink.

"My...perfect... Little... Hubby." Sean whispered.

They stayed like that for a little while. Then they heard very loud music being played. Ian rose his nose.

"Is that... Is that Sexy and I know it?"

Sean listened.

"I think that is."

They fell silent.

"Frank Iero likes LMFAO, it seems."

"I expected better from him."

Silence again.

"Wanna sleep?"

"Well yeah."

Ian rolled off his socks, pulled off his boxers, and slipped inside the bed. Sean wrapped his body around him and Ian turned to be laying on his back, Sean on his right. Ian smiled as Sean kissed his neck for good night.
The fact it was a one person bunk really wasn't a problem.

--

"Don't worry, Green Day are a very down-to-earth band. They're just normal dudes. And don't listen to Gee : the 'sexual tension' is not really visible."

Sean nodded at Ray. He was still nervous, something he never had been with a match he had to do.
They walked through the parking lot and to the hotel's courtyard. There was already the rest of MCR, a bunch of roadies, a band known as Fearless Vampire Killers, and, sitting at the same table as Frank and Cyrus from FVP, chatting animately, Billie Joe.
Ray pushed Sean.

"Hey guys. So this is Sean Smith. Sean Smith, meet Billie Joe Armstrong."

"Nice to meet you bud" Billie said, standing up to shake Sean's hand. The first thing Sean noticed was Billie's height. He was really small. Maybe as small as Frank. Maybe even shorter...

"Pleasure's mine" Sean said gracefully before taking a sit.

"So Frank and all told me about you, but we still don't know what you're doing. Want juice?" Billie smiled, leaning his chin on his hand, shaking a bottle of orange juice that was on the table.

"Nah thanks. Well I'm singing in a Welsh band. The Blackout. You probably don't know."

"Well no."

"Awesome. And well, that's pretty much all for the job."

Ian arrived by the back and kissed Sean's hair.

"Hey Sean-Sean."

"...Aaaand this is my husband, Ian Watkins, from Lostprophets. Ian, meet the great Billie Joe Armstrong."

Billie laughed and shook Ian's hand.

"The GREAT? Pleased, dude. So you're... married?"

"Yes, well..." Ian said, looking away, his hands on Sean's chair.

"I'm okay with that, man." Billie smiled. "In case you've missed the point, I'm all but a homophobic."

Frank chuckled and Cyrus smirked uneasily.
Sean smiled. Then Billie passed a hand through his dyed blonde hair.

"So what are you doing here anyways?"

"Sean doesn't know the meaning of 'chilling out', that's what." Ian mumbled, setting his jean jacket on his shoulders.

Billie laughed.

"Ha, ha, hyper uh? You never stop?"

"Kind of." Sean smirked. "I like to meet new people. Because I'm 'hyper' like you say, I'm now friends with all Fueled By Ramen, with Bring me the Horizon, All Time Low, Falling in Reverse and loads."

"Pretty impressive" Billie approved. "Nice hair, too."

"I know, right?" Sean grinned.