The One in Which Dalton Rapattoni has Blue Balls (NSFW)

Dalton Rapattoni is horny. So horny he can't think of anything but tearing off his skinny jeans and bringing himself off in a series of frantic, juddering strokes. He'd spent most of their interview with PacificRim with his boner tucked up under his waistband, nervously fidgeting and giving brief, bewildering replies to the interviewer's questions. The other boys had begun to give him odd looks by the end and he's fairly sure he'd made a complete fool of himself somehow, although he can't for the life of him figure out what it was he said because every time he shifts, his cockhead rubs up against his stomach just so and it's taking all his concentration not to have an orgasm on national television.

Dalton wanted to go to the restroom for a quick one after, but Jill had dragged them off towards their waiting car and there were crowds and they couldn't get separated and there wasn't any time to stop. And then there were hands grabbing him on the way out, anonymous hands, but hands nonetheless, and then Cole's hip was wedged up against Dalton's in the cab and Gabe fell asleep on Dalton's other shoulder and Dalton had sat in the middle of the two just throbbing-throbbing-throbbing and trying to follow the other boy's conversation, but failing.

By lunch, Dalton's boner's had gone down somewhat, but not enough to be undetectable so he's carrying his coat in front of him, which had prompted Will to ask on the ride over if he was cold and prompted Cole to snuggle closer and prompted Dalton's erection to give a by-then-painful twitch.

"What was all that?" Will asks with one raised eyebrow, when they're all five of them alone again at lunch.

Dalton gives Will a blank look and Dana says, laughing through a mouthful of sandwich, "When she asked what your favorite color was, you said banana."

"Banana's a color," Dalton mumbles, color flooding his face as he tries to sink under the table entirely. Maybe he'd manage a bit of privacy under there at least.

"Sure it is Dal," Cole grins, slapping Dalton on the back.

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Dalton Rapattoni has had a boner all day and it's all Cole's fault. Dalton feigns exhaustion when they arrive back at the hotel, yawning theatrically in the lobby as the others take off for the hotel bar, but Cole insists on bunking with Dalton (as always). Dalton tries to sneak off for a quick wank in the shower, but then Cole is in there too, telling a loud, hard-to-follow story about Koalas and Warheads and a fountain, as he brushes his teeth. Dalton tries to wank anyway, but when a low moan escapes his lips and Cole asks, "Everything all right in there Dal?", he gives up. He can't get off without making noise and he can't make noise without drawing Cole's attention.

By bed-time, Dalton is lying on his stomach, the friction of the mattress against his trapped hard-on entirely unbearable, but the alternative - tenting the blankets so Cole can see, is infinitely worse in his mind. Dalton's gone so long without release that his balls feel as if they're being continually squeezed and there are actual, literal tears welling in his eyes when Cole finally flicks off the TV and snuggles up to him. Dalton wills himself to think of guitar or food or anything but the excruciating ache between his legs and the way Cole smells and the way Cole's hot breath tickles the hair at the back of his neck and the way Cole's thigh is draped over his and goddamn, this is all Cole's fault.

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Their lives are a non-stop flurry of interviews and green rooms and red carpets and radio stations and venues and promo-spots and appearances. They live out of each other's pockets on the road, which most of the time Dalton is thankful for, because he's young and it's his first time away from home and from him mom and they make him less homesick. But there are the usual petty squabbles - about food (like when Will ate Gabe's leftovers from Chick-Fil-A and Gabe had come home drunk and suddenly desperate for some chicken) or clothing (Cole was always taking Dalton's and Dalton was always taking Cole's and sometimes they forgot who had originally owned something to begin with) or messes (Cole's) or space (which there was never enough of).