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Since Warped Tour had started, coming with an unbearable heatwave, Frank had been practically attached to Tucker. The only time the two weren’t smoking a joint together was when either one of them was playing onstage with their own bands.
Thursday had always been close to My Chem anyways due to Geoff producing their first album and practically mentoring the band members, meaning it wasn’t unreasonable that Tucker and Frank were naturally a pair. Now on warped tour, they could spend as much time smoking and talking about nothing as they wanted.
Only, with the heatwave that had been raging for the past two days, it had been difficult to find somewhere cool where they wouldn’t be bothered by people. Either of their buses would have been an option if not for somebody always being there and complaining about the smell of weed that seemed to follow the two.
“Brian thinks we’re all smoking in the bus since all of your clothes reek, man” Ray complained to Frank while sat playing Super Mario at the table, his eyes only briefly moving away from the screen to glare at him. Ray didn’t really care about Frank’s smoking habit, in fact he’d constantly participated with him during their early recording days, it was just that their tour manager would often complain about their bus smelling of weed all of the time.
Frank huffed and rolled his eyes, subconsciously tilting his head down to smell his own t-shirt as he tried to figure out if Ray was correct or not. He was aware of Brian’s continuous whining but decided to ignore it for now since almost every band was off smoking pot somewhere during the tour.
“Tell him to chill out a little then, every other tour bus here smells the same”
Ray raised his eyebrows but didn’t yet avert his gaze from the game on the screen.
“You just mean Thursday’s bus smells the same” He replied with a chuckle, knowing Frank had spent enough time there to know such a thing.
The other guitarist shrugged and ran a hand through his hair awkwardly. He could easily recall several times he’d puked outside of Thursday’s tour bus, smoked a joint there, made out with at least one member there and even woken up in their spare bunks with little memory of which bus he was even in.
“Yeah and other bands too” Frank replied defensively, tempted to throw a cushion at Ray.
“Like who?”
“Shut up, man” Frank groaned. He couldn’t bullshit about being in other people’s tour bus since everybody, including Ray, knew he was in a constant back and forth with my chem’s and thursday’s. The others had seen it when Frank would drag himself back inside at nearly noon the next day with his hair a mess and still wearing the same clothes from the day before.
“whatever, just find somewhere else to smoke that isn’t at our doorstep. Brian will kill us at some point” Ray shrugged and couldn’t help but smirk, knowing Frank wouldn’t pay attention to his advice as the guy was too lazy to find a spot more than 5 minutes away from where he’d roll his joints.
Frank rolled his eyes before turning back toward the door. He gave a half coherent ‘uh huh’ and held up his middle finger towards Ray as he stepped back into the baking heat and closed the door behind him.
Almost instantly, the sun’s glare hit him unpleasantly as he groaned, attempting to shield his face with his arm. He had anticipated struggling a little with the heat but it wasn’t quite comparable to whatever the hell this was.
With nothing to do for the next few hours, the guitarist decided to drag his feet towards the other tour buses. He would’ve gone to see any of the bands that were playing but all he could think about was getting out of the sun and finding a place to smoke where Ray wouldn’t be on his ass about it.
He navigated his way between all of the buses, occasionally having to say hi to people he knew, while scouting out a new smoke spot that wouldn’t earn him someone begging for a hit every 5 minutes. Before could look any further, he was jolted alert by a firm hand on his shoulder, shoving him forwards slightly with unintentional force. Stunned, he spun around with wide eyes to see Tucker stood there grinning at him as usual, sporting one of Frank’s DIY t-shirts which had ‘I am a monster’ written all over it in marker pen.
“dude, where have you been?” Frank asked, glancing down at the familiar t-shirt before meeting the drummer’s eyes again.
“went to go see saosin’s set with the others but this guy was being a jerk and it turned into a whole thing so I came to find you instead” Tucker explained a little too quickly for Frank to process for a moment before he nodded.
“I’ve been trying to find a new spot to smoke since Brian apparently keeps complaining about our bus smelling” He huffed, looking around briefly as if Brian would suddenly appear from thin air and point an angry finger at him.
“why didn’t you just come back to my bus?” Tucker’s head tilted to the side. It made sense; the two had smoked there countless times without any issues, if you don’t count Tim constantly lingering by them. Frank shrugged in response.
“there’s usually people at your bus” he replied.
Tucker rolled his eyes and grabbed Frank by the arm before practically dragging the guy along with him in the opposite direction. Caught off guard, Frank sped up to match Tucker’s walking pace so the guy didn’t have to pull so hard.
“didn’t I just tell you the others are watching saosin right now?” the drummer said as he eventually released Frank’s arm from his grasp to allow him to follow along behind him. It was clear by now that they were heading towards Thursday’s tour bus as Frank could follow the short route blindfolded - or, shitfaced at 2AM in reality.
“nobody’s there at all?” Frank asked so he could hear confirmation once and for all. It wasn’t like it was a big deal or anything, nobody in thursday even cared that he and Tucker were routine stoners by now, he just didn’t want to get a bunch of crap from their tour manager too.
Tucker couldn’t help but laugh by now, shaking his head.
“not a soul”
The pair soon reached thursday’s tour bus, situating themselves on the poor quality plastic chairs left outside that would surely break one day before Tucker reached into his pocket to grab his rolling equipment. The guitarist let out a chuckle at the sight, knowing he should’ve expected the guy to have it on him at all times. He watched the drummer carefully tip the contents from his grinder into the rolling paper like he was an artist at work - completely in the zone by now.
Frank remained quiet while Tucker was at work, watching how his fingers worked around the paper precisely before easily rolling it up into a cone shape. The drummer hummed, pleased with himself before twisting at the end and presenting the joint to Frank like a child proud of their art.
“you act like it's your first roll every time” Frank snickered as he dug in his pockets for a lighter before handing it over to Tucker. The drummer shrugged with a smug look still on his face as he placed the joint between his lips and lit it, the small flame glowing onto his features for a brief moment before ceasing.
“I’m allowed to be proud of my work, I’ve seen you roll some bullshit before” He teased in response which earned him a light kick to the leg before he took a long drag of the joint and passed it to the guitarist.
Frank rolled his eyes and took the joint, bringing it to his lips and inhaling for a few seconds. Tucker watched with a smirk still plastered to his face as his eyes trailed towards the man’s lips around the filter.
After taking a few more long drags, Frank leaned over and handed the joint back before watching Tucker just as he’d been watched previously. Now sat in a comfortable silence, the guitarist leaned back in his chair and sighed as he finally began to relax. Considering the guy had been smoking for years now, it didn’t take much weed for him to feel a little fuzzy.
Tucker, however, had a slightly higher tolerance, meaning he was always able to tell when the weed began to hit Frank. He watched the guy stare off into space for a few minutes with heavier eyes as it seemed he’d forgotten he was sitting with the drummer at all.
“you’ve gone quiet, frankie” Tucker’s head tilted to the side as he chuckled slightly, watching Frank snap out of his daze.
“what are you thinking about?” The drummer then asked curiously. He was half expecting some sort of ridiculous response such as a ‘profound thought’ or a dumb idea that only a stoned Frank could possibly think of.
Frank shrugged, focusing his attention back on Tucker before reaching a hand out to take the joint once again. He took another few long inhales before breathing out a stream of smoke in the drummer’s direction.
“no one’s in your bus for a while right?” He asked and immediately was met with an eye roll and an amused smile from Tucker. The guy knew exactly where his thoughts were headed and couldn’t help but find them entertaining.
“assuming they stay for the whole of saosin’s set, yeah” Tucker replied with a smirk stuck to his face. He wasn’t not gonna play along with this, especially when Frank seemed to be thinking about it so deeply.
The guitarist gave a small nod, taking one more drag before handing the joint back again. He ran a hand through his hair and focused his eyes on Tucker once again.
“we could head inside once we’re done with this” Frank shrugged, glancing at the bus across from them before bringing his gaze back to Tucker’s.
The drummer nodded and hummed, the weed slowing down his thoughts a little as the edges of his mind all began to blur. He felt a light hum throughout his body while he watched Frank look at him with a curious expression on his face; it seemed the weed only made him more fond of the guitarist.
“well I’m done, unless you want some more” Tucker asked, raising his eyebrows as he held out the joint in an offering to Frank. The guitarist shook his head and waved a dismissive hand; he seemed stoned enough already and more weed would only make him tired.
There was a short, comfortable, silence between the two as Tucker put the remainder of the joint in the small case he kept in his pocket. Frank’s eyes remained on his every movement although it was difficult to tell if the guy was even focused on anything at all or just mindlessly watching whatever Tucker did.
The drummer then got up from the plastic chair, stretching a little before looking down at Frank. He tilted his head to the side before offering a hand out to the guy.
“you coming in or what?” He teased, helping Frank get up before opening the door to the bus and heading inside. Frank obviously followed, his one track mind in full swing now as he stepped into thursday’s tour bus.
Luckily, their bus actually had air conditioning, meaning the heat from outside was escapable for now as Frank closed the door behind them. Tucker smirked as he leaned against the table by the couch, watching Frank follow with droopy eyes and a dumb grin on his face.
He reached out to place a hand on the back of the guitarist’s neck, feeling and grabbing at his hair slightly. His eyes then trailed down from Frank’s face to his chest before looking back up at his eyes, unable to resist giggling slightly.
“you look super stoned right now” he lightheartedly teased the guy who chuckled in response and reached his hands to feel under Tucker’s shirt at his waist. He wasn’t lying; Frank’s eyelids seemed heavy and he had a permanent smirk on his face. His movements were a little slow at times but he was clearly able to focus on what he really wanted here.
“mm whatever, I know you are too” Frank replied as his hands continued to wander underneath the drummer’s shirt which pushed it up slightly. Tucker chuckled at Frank’s sleazy grabs at his waist, returning some physicality by leaning forward to place his lips against the guitarist’s neck and trail kisses up to his jaw.
Frank hummed in approval, pushing himself against the other’s waist and tilting his head so Tucker’s lips connected with his in an uncoordinated manner that neither of them bothered to change. Frank’s small grabs at Tucker’s waist turned into gropes as he reached to feel his ass while the drummer focused on exploring his mouth with his tongue.
Tucker knew Frank was easy; all he had to do was pull on his hair and push his tongue between his lips and he was practically gone, riding the high of it all.
The two happily spent a few minutes grabbing at each other with their tongue’s pushing and twisting around one another. Frank moaned into each kiss as he allowed Tucker to grab at his locks and feel at him in any way he wanted.
After tugging on Frank’s hair hard enough to get the guy to pull back and look him in the eye, Tucker grinned and pushed his knee between the guitarist’s legs, raising his eyebrows.
“couch?” He asked simply, the implication crystal clear as he watched Frank’s expression shift from desire to reluctance. He tilted his head to the side curiously as Frank huffed.
“then we’ve gotta get our clothes off n’ everything, plus you know you never actually get off from that alone” Frank sighed, however he was still needy enough to press himself against the knee between his thighs.
Tucker laughed a little at Frank’s reluctance to do anything that involved too much effort, moving his hand away from his hair.
“are you seriously that lazy?” He chuckled, tilting his head before asking a follow up question,
“well what do you want to do then?”
Frank hummed and loosened his grip on Tucker’s ass so he could instead find the drummer’s hand and guide it to the front of his own jeans. He gave a needy look and a hum as Tucker gave an intrigued look.
“I can blow you afterwards..” Frank taunted, quickly unzipping his jeans before once again guiding the man’s hand below the waistband of his boxers. Tucker smirked, knowing he couldn’t deny Frank especially when his mind was already clouded with lust and the guy was looking at him like that.
“mm.. fine, only cos you’re good at it” He teased, flipping them around so Frank was leaning back against the table instead while the drummer’s hand trailed below the patch of hair below his waistband in a manner slow enough to drive him insane.
Tucker purposefully took his time, moving his fingers everywhere but where Frank wanted them most while the guitarist attempted to push himself against his palm. However, he was only met with a firm grip on the waist and a disapproving look as Tucker slowly moved his hand back up, now practically holding his heat in his palm.
Frank huffed, tilting his head and giving the drummer a desperate look.
“I’m being patient, see?” he claimed, although if not for the firm hand on his waist he’d likely be grinding against the man’s hand by now.
Tucker smirked and gave a sigh as he intentionally drew out each motion more than necessary. He started by lightly pressing two fingers against Frank’s dick, moving in slow circles in a way that caused the guitarist to immediately stop whining and part his legs slightly.
He then reached down further, his fingers sliding through the slick fluid that was already practically leaking from the guitarist. He collected some so he could move his fingers over Frank’s dick with more glide than before, looking back up at him to see he was already panting slightly at the feeling.
Frank then sighed, shifting his hips in an attempt to communicate without actually having to use his words. Tucker noticed the movements but didn’t still his hips as he looked at the other curiously.
“is there something you want?” The drummer asked, continuing to work at Frank’s dick at a quicker pace now. Frank nodded in response, trying to find his words and his breath all at once.
“can I just… please?” The guitarist began to move himself over the grooves of Tucker’s palm, his lips parting at the sensation while pleasure coursed through him.
Tucker hummed in approval as he intently watched each shift in Frank’s expression in order to figure out which angles and motions delivered the best feelings to him.
“there you go..” he murmured while Frank continued to push himself against his hand, seeking more stimulation.
Frank leaned his head against Tucker’s shoulder as the drummer shifted his hand once again to rub faster circles at an angle that made him whine and grip onto him. He jerked the man’s now swollen t-dick with a precision which brought out needy moans and pants from him; the guitarist was already falling weak in his arms as each new wave of pleasure built up inside of him like a knot tightening.
“fuck- .. keep doing that-“ Frank whined, bucking against Tucker’s hand while the man stroked him. Tucker’s free hand moved back up to the back of Frank’s head to feel at his hair, taking a handful of his brown locks and tugging slightly to draw a moan out of him.
“c’mon, Frankie.. let go..” Tucker whispered as he felt the guitarist begin to tense up in his grip, knowing he was already on the brink of ecstasy.
It didn’t take much longer before Frank let out a muffled whimper into the drummer’s shoulder and bit down hard enough for Tucker’s eyes to widen slightly as his legs were soon shaking. A hot sensation pulsed through him as his orgasm came upon him like a crashing wave, causing his hips to jerk forward while he came onto the man’s hand. Tucker continued to rub slower circles while Frank rode out the last of the pleasure, now panting like a dog with his tongue lolling forwards.
The drummer couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Frank looking all blissed out, coming down from his high. He gently pulled his face back to look at him before the guitarist let out a chuckle, still looking ridiculously baked.
“what’s so funny?” Tucker asked,, smirking at Frank who was now giggling.
“I dunno man, just come sit down” Frank shrugged as he eased Tucker’s hand from his boxers and guided him to the couch. As the drummer sat down, he brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting Frank like his cum was to die for. Frank rolled his eyes at the sight, undeniably a little flustered but he was far more focused on his new task as he knelt down in front of the other.
Within minutes, he already had Tucker’s jeans slipped down along with his underwear as he knelt between the drummer's thighs looking up at him with a grin. Tucker’s hand went back to his hair, starting off by just petting it lightly as he spoke lowly to Frank,
“y’know, you suit being knelt on the floor like this”
Frank gave a feigned unamused expression to the man above him, pretending like he didn’t really enjoy being situated here before he got too impatient and leaned forward to take his dick into his mouth. He started off slowly, moving his lips over the drummer’s tip and licking lightly just to gauge a reaction from him.
Luckily, Tucker wasn’t much bigger than he was, meaning he could still fill Frank’s mouth but not cause his jaw to suffer the consequences afterwards - it seemed T was a blessing for both of them. Frank felt like he knew Tucker’s body as well as his own, knowing what made him feel good and what drove him insane, for example circling his tongue over the tip of his dick like he was doing now.
“frank..” Tucker huffed and tilted his head back, gripping the guitarist’s hair with more force now as he wanted nothing more than to just thrust into his face. Frank was usually a tease, purposely drawing out any scenario he could purely just for his own entertainment and Tucker was convinced he got off on making him wait.
Eventually, the guy took the rest of his dick into his mouth, sucking and licking in a way that made Tucker almost dig holes into his skull with his knuckles. Frank put all of his effort into giving the drummer all of the pleasure he needed as he moaned over his tip, sending a tingling vibration throughout his body that made him gasp. Tucker had to resist the urge to clench his thighs and keep Frank between his legs forever since it seemed nothing compared to how he effortlessly got him off sometimes.
It didn’t take long for the drummer to begin pushing himself against Frank’s face as if trying to reach the back, a fistful of hair in his hand to keep the guitarist in place. Strings of moans and needy pants fell from his lips while Frank continued to work his mouth over the man’s dick. He knew he wouldn’t last long like this, especially when Frank seemed to be putting in all he could to get him to a finish as best as he could - as if it wasn’t the hottest thing in the world to watch him put his all into pleasuring him.
“don’t fucking stop.. christ, Frankie-“ Tucker moaned, his eyebrows furrowing as a familiar heat in his core began to build up. His face twisted in pleasure while Frank remained busy with the drummer in his mouth, his saliva mixing with the other’s slick to create a concoction that he couldn’t get enough of.
Before he could comment any more, Frank pulled back, panting and gasping as he looked up at Tucker. Drool was falling from his lips and he looked hotter than ever, however the drummer needed those lips back on his dick instantly.
“you can fuck my face, man- I don’t care.. seriously-“ Frank managed to say between breaths
“you motherfucker-“ Tucker groaned at the loss of stimulation. He knew Frank was once again trying to make this last as long as possible but couldn’t complain any further when he went back to his task, immediately taking all of him back into his mouth and sucking like he needed Tucker to survive.
The drummer took his word for it too, thrusting into his mouth and letting out borderline pornographic noises every time Frank licked at just the right spot. He was almost babbling by now, stringing together moans and sentences full of both praise and curses all at once as he felt his peak get closer.
“gonna cum.. fuck- frank-!” Tucker’s orgasm came crashing down on him all at once as he pulled on the guitarists hair and truly fucked into his face. Frank moaned over his dick and lapped up every last drop he could from the drummer as he happily eased him through it all until the last thrust.
As Frank pulled back, now panting with Tucker’s spend still on his lips and chin, he ran a hand over the drummer’s shaky thigh and gave a pleased grin. He was very clearly proud of the state he’d left Tucker in, who quite frankly looked more fucked out than ever.
“did I do good then?” Frank teased as Tucker released his hair from his grip and gave an astonished look at his question.
The drummer raised his eyebrows at Frank, not believing he actually had to ask that for a moment.
“did you do good? yes, of course you did good, you dick” He replied between deep breaths and a now affectionate smirk.
The guitarist shrugged, leaning back on his knees and running a hand through his hair as he watched Tucker pull his jeans back up and button them.
“I just wanted to hear it” He smirked, earning an eye roll from the drummer.
“well yes, good dog. good job” Tucker nudged him with his foot in mock annoyance. It was hard to complain after Frank had just essentially fucked his brains out.
The guitarist raised his eyebrows at the comment, unable to resist playing into the joke a little more.
“good dog? that’s a can of worms you don’t want to open, I promise” He taunted, knowing Tucker was well aware of what Frank was into.
“don’t start with that” The drummer replied before he reached into his pocket and retrieved the half smoked joint from earlier.
“you wanna finish this?” he asked.
“does a dog bark?”
Frank earned himself another light kick.