Blood For Blood

Kill It Fast and Never Watch It Die

They stopped for the night at an RV park just outside of Portland, Oregon. It was Mike's suggestion. He knew tensions were high and long road trips were tough. Not to mention, Mort had been looking really tired and a little green even. The poor guy could probably use the rest.

As Mort put the RV in park, Mike hopped off the steps to set up the orange chocks around the tires to keep them from rolling. Mort started to follow him, rolling up his sleeves, but tripped on the last step, landing on the wet ground.

"Mort, are you okay?" Mike ran back to help him and Tony jumped off the bus behind him to lift his other arm.

Their old friend laughed as they brought him back to his feet. His palms were scraped and bleeding and his clothes were covered in mud. "Not as young as I used to be, that's for sure! Hoo boy, that was a trip!" He laughed more at his own joke.

Tony smiled in amusement and Mike sighed.

"Be more careful then. We don't need you breaking a hip on us." Mike said. He and Tony helped Mort over to a nearby log and sat him down. "Are you hurt anywhere?"

"Jus' my pride," Mort laughed some more.

Mike shook his head. "Tony, can you check him for any bumps or bruises? I'm gonna get the RV set up."

Tony nodded and Mike went on his way, hearing Mort protesting politely to Tony's efforts to treat him. Mike sighed again in exasperation. They really were blessed to have a man like Mort with them. He'd been a family friend since Mike and Vic were little. He was like a second father to them, especially when they were away on tour. The only issue they'd ever had with their dad away from home was him being too nice. He spoiled them rotten and wouldn't talk about his own needs. Mike wasn't sure there was ever a time that Mort didn't have a smile on his face. But he'd need to start letting them help him at some point. He was getting old and would need their help to get through this safely.

After hooking up the water and sewage pipes and hoping they would still work, Mike decided to get the others to come out and help with building a fire. He passed by Mort who was telling a wide-eyed Tony some ridiculous story about the old days and rolled his eyes, stepping on the bus.

"Vic-" Mike was about to call for the three boys but stopped short when he saw the position they were in. Vic and Jaime had decided to share the couch for a nap and as a result, were now resting comfortably in each other's arms. Vic was even drooling slightly and snoring softly. The younger Fuentes brother had to cover his mouth and grasp at the table to silence his bubbling laughter. God damn did he wish he had a working camera to save this moment. Stupid apocalypse.

It only got better. There was a click and Kellin opened the back door slowly, stepping out and looking confusedly at Mike. At that moment Vic murmured something in his sleep and shifted closer to Jaime. Kellin turned toward the noise and became even more puzzled. Mike was practically in tears from the pain of suppressing his laughter.

The singer went back and forth between Mike's dying gasps and the sight of the Fuenciado pair cuddling closer, his expression slowly gaining a mischievous glint. He gently leaned over the two soundly sleeping bandmates and took Jaime's arm, gradually moving it down from holding Vic's waist. Then he did the same with Vic's hand on Jaime.

Kellin stood back and admired his work. Mike snorted behind him and finally started laughing out loud. He wasn't sure why this situation was so funny but man, he had needed a good laugh.

"Hmm..." Vic scrunched his eyes shut and unconsciously pulled Jaime's hips closer as he tried to escape the noise and fall back asleep.

Jaime on the other hand felt the tug on his ass and blinked his bleary eyes open. He stared at Vic confusedly for a long moment before realizing the position they were in. "Ah!"