"We've decided that we don't appreciate you enough," Gerard said earnestly. Frank and Bob nodded along with him.

Matt laughed a little. "Oh guys, that's sweet, but you appreciate me plenty. I'm pretty sure I'm, like, the best-paid guitar tech this side of the ocean. Not that I'd say no to another raise, if it would make you feel better," he added, grinning.

"We were thinking of something a little more... personal," Frank said, and then Bob sat down on the couch and pulled Matt into his lap, settling him with his legs spread over Bob's. It was a little weird, because Bob wasn't usually the inappropriately touchy-feely one in the band, but Matt had long since resigned himself to the fact that touring with My Chem meant giving up on any concept of personal space, so he didn't bother protesting.

Except then Bob reached around and flicked open the button of Matt's jeans with his good hand, and Frank and Gerard were sliding to their knees in front of him, side by side, and "Whoa, guys, stop, what the fuck?"

Gerard reached out to put a hand on Matt's knee, looking up at him with his hair falling into his face, that fucking irresistible shy little smile of his pulling up one corner of his mouth. "If you don't want us to, all you have to do is say the word," he said. "But I have it on reasonably good authority that I'm pretty good at this, and I can personally promise you that Frank is fucking amazing." And then he leaned forward, slowly, giving Matt plenty of time to push him away if he wanted.

Matt was pretty sure that's exactly what he should do, stop this whole crazy idea and get out of here. But those were Gerard and Frank, on their knees, Frank's tattooed hand braced on Gerard's thigh. Bob's hand was still resting just beside his zipper. Frank was grinning up at him mischievously, licking his lips. Fuck it. Matt wasn't strong enough, or stupid enough, to turn this offer down.

Gerard nuzzled his crotch, lips and cheek rubbing up against Matt's straining cock, turning his head to lick Bob's fingers.

"Oh god, please," Matt whispered.

Bob leaned forward, biting lightly at Matt's throat, and worked his zipper open. Gerard pulled back to give him space, and Frank used the opportunity to grab him by the back of the neck and pull him into a fierce, showy kiss.

Matt watched them, breathless. He'd seen them kiss before, but never for so long, or so passionately.

"Fucking gorgeous, aren't they?" Bob murmured. He was hard and pushing up against Matt a little. Matt pressed back and moaned, utterly lost for words.

They somehow got his jeans and underwear pulled down around his thighs, and then both Frank and Gerard were leaning forward, lips and tongues meeting around Matt's cock. "Oh god," Matt whimpered, letting his head fall back onto Bob's shoulder, arching up.

"Oh hell yeah, look at them," Bob said, and seriously, who the fuck would have guessed that Bob of all people would turn out to be a talker during sex? Not that he was actually saying all that much, but oh, his voice was doing things to Matt, deep and rough and so close Matt could feel the hair at the back of his neck rising under Bob's hot breath.

He couldn't last long, not with Frank and Gerard establishing a fast, perfect rhythm on his cock, trading off to suck him down, deep and tight. Bob rubbed up against him, groaning quietly, and that was it, Matt's hands clenched in Frank's hair and he was coming, arching almost off Bob's lap.

Bob pulled him gently back to rest against his chest, stroking his thigh with one strong, calloused hand while he sprawled out in breathless bliss. Someone was tucking him back into his jeans, but his eyes didn't want to open, so he had no idea whose hands those were. It didn't really matter much, he supposed.

The bus had stopped while he'd been distracted, he noticed absently. Probably they should get off the couch before Brian came to check why they weren't coming up to the hotel. He couldn't seem to work up the energy to actually move, though. His whole body had apparently liquefied into happy jell-o. He'd definitely misplaced his spine.

"Matt? Matt. Matt, Matt, Ma-att," Frank chanted, and Matt knew he was just going to keep being obnoxious until Matt paid attention to him, so he finally blinked his eyes open.

"Huh?" he said blearily. Frank's lips were red and wet. The sight made his dick twitch a little.

Gerard was talking, though, so he made himself look away from Frank. "Try to pay attention, okay?" Gerard said, smiling. "You've got a choice now. You can go up to your hotel room, go to sleep, and we never need to mention this again. Or, you could come to our room, where we have a nice big king size bed with room for four people-"

"Especially if one of those people is Frank," Matt interrupted, because it was too good an opening to pass up. Frank punched him in the thigh.

"Hey! No size jokes if you want to get laid, you fucker," he said.

Matt tilted his head and considered him for a moment, then mimed zipping his lips shut. Frank grinned triumphantly. "So you wanna?" he asked.

Bob nudged his hard cock against Matt's ass and smiled against his neck. "I could use some help with this - hard to do anything with that fucked up wrist, you know?" he said.

"Yeah, exactly. Injured band members need you to help out, man!" Frank crowed triumphantly, and Matt tilted his head against Bob's chest and laughed.

"Well, that's what I'm here for, isn't it," he said, and let Frank and Gerard pull him up between them.

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