band mates.

no one likes the opening band, besides ryan

oh, unfamiliar things will make us nervous
but singing here for you gives me a purpose, so,
take pity on the opening bands

of course, ryan and dallon had to play for a band. it was what they were made for, being the opening band. their first song was always a little meta, but fans would cheer them on, and sing along. so, they didn't mind being the opening band.

dallon got to his hotel room, roughly 3 am. ryan was already unpacking his things, then always sharing a room together. "hey dallon, sorry your plane got here late," ryan mumbled, getting out his clothes. dallon was in a tired haze, ryans deep voice snapping him out of it. "what? oh- uh, yeah it's fine." he stuttered out, putting his suitcases down. "i might, go to bed if that's okay," dallon finally said, getting on his bed. "yeah, no problem. im gonna go take a shower, so ill see you in the morning." ryan smiled, dallon loving that shy smile that always made his face somehow brighter with his blue hair. dallon nodded, turning over. he stripped to his boxers, throwing his clothes on the ground. he thought he was asleep, until he woke up to the sound of the bathroom door opening. "god- fuck where is it-" dallon could hear ryan stumble, going through his bag frantically. dallon pretended to just turn over in his sleep, one of his eyes peeking open, only to slam shut. oh no. ryan was on his bed, in only boxers, looking through his bag. dallon bit his tongue. his face glowed, his groin getting hard upon seeing his band mate, nearly naked, his boxers reaching down to his v-line, and—
soon, dallons hand was back on his dick, stroking himself slowly to avoid too much movement. he thought he had covered up well, when the soft air hit him, and a low gasp was heard. "uh, dallon?" fuck- ryan. dallon swallowed, not opening his eyes for the life of him. he heard a shuffle, before he felt soft lips at his shoulders, and a warm hand going up his thighs. he could feel the other grabbing at his waist, his lips holding back from being harsh. all dallon could do, was not scream, and not stroke himself.
but damn, did it feel good.