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No one really enjoyed being on the tour bus; it was a cramped, sweltering box with beds surprisingly small for the two giants that stay in there, but fortunately a perfect size for the shorter two. Another issue was the one bathroom on it that was strictly for piss only, IV.
III didn't have a problem with waiting to take a shit, he had a problem with his woefully small bladder and the torturous time his bandmates spend in the glorified chokey. Vessel had been in the toilet for about ten minutes, doing Sleep knows what, and the bassist's core was burning.
"Vessel, dude, I can't last much longer" he desperately called out, sat cross-legged at the door, listening to the faint rain of water falling from the shower head: a sound that made his bladder tremble.
"Come in then, I promise I won't look" A sentence that he would usually trust if he couldn't practically hear the smirk from the hallway.
A desperate moan was pulled from the taller, before giving in and yanking the door open, keeping his eyes to the floor and scrambling to the toilet, yanking his belt off with a force that made Vessel raise an eyebrow at from inside the shower.
The bassist's eyes watered in impatience and frustration and he felt his pee nearly let go
As III fought with his jeans, and finally getting them down to the bottom of his thighs, he looked up hesitantly, before pulling off his boxers as well, swiftly sitting down and covering his crotch with his large hands as he collapsed down onto the toilet.
The loud trickle of piss was drowned out by the water from the shower, and the loud, nearly pornographic moan that was ripped from the bassist's body at the sweet relief of four bottles of Lucozade drained from his body.
"Can you feel heaven yet, baby?" Vessels voice startled III into opening his eyes, gasping as he realised the dripping, toned man was standing in his naked glory infront of him. The former burned red when his eyes reached back to the vocalist's eyes after ogling everything.
III yelped, "Get out!"
"No."
"What?"
"I said, 'No.'" Vessel chuckled, lifting a hand to trace his soaked index finger from his chin down to the thick hoodie he was wearing, and then further down, before his hand swept under it, tickling his sides and landing on his waist.
The taller gasped, hands reaching out and pushing his hand away before realising the damage he has done; his cunt was on full display. The singer smirked, tilting his head to the left, letting his eyes trail from his blue eyes down south.
III slapped him on his torso, curling in on himself and kicking his legs out, pushing Vessel away.
"C'mon, baby, let me see you."
"Hnghh... No! What is wrong with you?"
"I've watched you and II jerk off atleast four times."
"That's so unbelievably different!"
The singer groaned out a series of noises, before gesturing to his half hard cock that was twitching semi-regularly between the two.
"I am going to jerk off with II, and probably IV, the slut, I'd recommend joining."
III flushed pink, kicking Vessel's legs as he left, and finished off in the bathroom before looking at himself in the mirror and fixing his hair. His thighs shook as he walked to II's bunk, listening for any strange noises, and smiling when he heard the urgent moans and slick noises he knew came from II.
He walked a few feet further, and climbed into IV's bunk, reaching up and curling around the thick man, and pulling his headphones off. The guitarist huffed before perking up at the familiar noises that he happily knew as a good time. He yanked the taller out of the bunk with him, and shuffled to II's bunk, pulling the privacy curtain away.
The scrape of metal on metal made the drummer gasp, and Vessel took that as the opportunity to drive his tongue into his pussy, urging the man into arching his back, putting his small body on display for everyone to admire.
Vessel drew away from the latter's cunt, gazing up at the two visitors before licking the juices from his soaked lips.
"I see you've joined us," He acknowledged, "You watching or fucking?"