Title: Click

Rating: NC-17

Summary: "Click...click click click...click...click click...click click click...click..." Brad had been bored the whole day, ever since he woke up. Somehow, while trudging around the bus, he found a pen and had been clicking it for the past 15 minutes.

Disclaimer: We don't own the Characters but we do own the story line and in all events please remember that this is F I C T I O N and that none of it is real. All bands mentioned, TV programmes and possibly Countries or Cities are real and we do not own them, any quotes used are owned by their author but have been labelled accordingly.

Please note: No characters were hurt in the making of this story, how ever by all legal rights the author will not take responsibility for the actions of some members. The actors in this story are professionals and have been trained to perform these stunts. Please do not attempt to re-enact anything you have seen today.

"Click...click click click...click...click click...click click click...click..." Brad had been bored the whole day, ever since he woke up. Somehow, while trudging around the bus, he found a pen and had been clicking it for the past 15 minutes.

The incessant clicking was slowly driving Mike up the wall and he wanted nothing more than to steal the guitarist's pen and hide it. But he stayed calm and sighed under his breath, going back to his book he had been reading.

Brad kept clicking the pen, thinking about what he could have done today instead of this. He'd probably be playing video games with Dave, or poking Rob annoyingly. But he decided to keep clicking his pen, kicking the wall behind him as he swung his legs back and forth.

Growling under his breath and trying not to just throw himself at Brad to make the clicking stop, Mike looked up from his book and snarled to the guitarist, "Brad, quit that..."

Brad glanced lazily at the emcee, took a deep breath and kept clicking the pen. He slowly turned to face the older man and blinked, mumbling, "Quit it yourself."

Mike's eyes narrowed and he sat up, launching himself at Brad hard and growling. He grabbed the pen out of the guitarist's hand, yelping in triumph as he rolled and pinned the younger man down.

Brad squeaked and wiggled underneath Mike, trying to push him off. "Get off, fatass!" He tried to roll over, but failed because of the weight pinning him down. So instead he wrapped his legs around the emcee's back and used his back to flip them over, straddling the older man and taking his pen back.

Mike made a small yip noise as he stared up at Brad, the wind knocked out of him as the younger man pinned him down. His arms tried to grab Brad and get the pen back, afraid he'd lose his sanity if the guitarist had it.

Brad moved his arm away from Mike and shoved the pen in his back pocket. He laughed and flopped on the older man, pinning his arms out to the sides. "You'll never get it now!" He stuck his tongue out mockingly, wiggling around to keep him down.

Mike wasn't ready to give up and decided to try and fight back, moving his hips around in hopes of getting Brad to move so his hands would be freed. But where he had to reach was another story. One he really wanted to find out about.

Brad bit his lip when he felt Mike moving in rythym to him. He supressed a moan and tightened his grip on the emcee's wrists, grinning evilly. He pushed his hips into Mike's and linked their legs together to keep him from moving further.

Mike growled and whined, trying to move against Brad. It felt nice to be under the guitarist but he wasn't ready to admit that he wanted Brad or that he was nearly painfully hard for him.

Brad let out a small moan and bit his lip when he realized it. He looked at Mike and tried to glare, but failed miserably, settling for a blank expression instead.

Mike stared up at the guitarist that was on him. He could've sworn he heard the younger man moan. But it could've been his imagination and need to hear Brad moaning for him.

Brad felt his arms tighten up and he squeaked as he fell on the older man, his face only centimeters from Mike's. He was breathing heavily and bit his lip, searching the older man's face for anything .

Mike's eyes went wide and he stared into the dark orbs of Brad's own, watching his friend. He wanted nothing more than to sit up, crash their lips together and grind into Brad until the guitarist was as hard as he was.

Brad moaned again and leaned down until there was almost no space between their faces. He wiggled his hips into Mike's and let their lips connect, closing his eyes slowly.

Mike's mind went blank almost instantly, his lips moving against Brad's as he whimpered and tried to move againt the guitarist, begging slightly.

Brad moaned and took the pen out of his back pocket, throwing it somewhere. He opened his mouth slightly and ran his tongue along Mike's mouth, flipping them back over and running his hands along the emcee's back, pulling his shirt up in the process.

Listening to Brad's moans was music to Mike's ears but now... Now, as his lips parted and his tongue flicked against Brad's teasingly, tasting him, his arms raising up to let his shirt be lifted off, it was driving him up a wall and back.

Brad whimpered as he pulled away from Mike slightly to get his shirt off. Right when he got it over his head, he kissed the emcee roughly and ran his hands along his back.

The way Brad's fingers, his palms, his nails, raked against his skin made Mike shiver and moan into the kiss, giving Brad's mouth the same heated attention as his hands moved to tug at the guitarist's shirt, reaching under and toying gently with his ribs.

Brad moaned loudly and ran his tongue along Mike's, pulling his arms down to help with his shirt. He pulled it over his head and went back to the emcee, mewling as his ribs were being rubbed.

Mike listened to the intoxicating noises and let his hands move up and toy with Brad's nipples, rolling the hard nubs in his fingers and tugging gently as he leaned down and licked at pale skin that was pulled taut against the guitarist's chest.

Brad whimpered and arched his back slightly and groaning as his pants became very uncomfortable. He mewled a bit louder and scratched at the flooring, his black nail polish chipping off easily.

Mike's arms being free and his mind barely comprehending the knowledge, the emcee gripped Brad's waist gently and moved against him, grinding into the younger man. He whimpered and continued the rocking as he tried to ask, "How long have you been hard for me...?"

Brad moaned and bit his lip, arching his back as he looked at the older man, "F-from when we st-started wrest-...ling." He whimpered and rocked back against the emcee, pulling him closer and kissing him roughly.

"Whhhhhhhhhhhy?" Mike let out a soft whine, his eyes sliding shut as he moaned. His hips moved against Brad on their own accord and kep the pace slow and so teasing that he thought he was going to explode in his pants.

"Bec-cause I...oh god...I love you. A-alot." He whimpered and tried to push his pants down, but his arms were still weak from holding himself up before. He let out a very feminine sounding moan and arched his back, still trying to get his pants off.

Mike rolled off Brad in a hurry, kneeling beside him as his hands worked on Brad's pants, tugging at them and his boxers as he leaned down, licking at the skin still exposed to him. "You too, Brad..."

Brad whimpered and arched his back, "Oh god...Mike..." He wiggled his legs, trying to get the material off of him before he lost it. He groaned and kept breathing heavily, biting his lip and scrunching up his face.

Hissing, Mike nodded, his hand massaging Brad through his boxers as his other tugged at the pants that refused to come off the guitarist. He let his tongue lap at one of Brad's nipples and mewed, "Louder..."

Brad shuddered and arched his back, moaning and whimpering loudly. He looked at the older man and whined, resting his hand on Mike's and aiding in rubbing himself.

Mike let his other hand tug Brad's pants as far down as he could and left them to be kicked off by the guitarist as his hand moved up and rested on the one Brad had placed over his own, still moving against the large bulge.

Brad mewled and looked at Mike pleadingly, "Mikey... not... not gonna last..." He whimpered and arched his back, kicking his pants off of his legs and placing his hand on Mike's again. He moved the older man's hand under his boxers and moaned loudly, gasping for air.

Mike pulled his hands from Brad and fought with his own pants. He pushed them down to his thighs and standing to kick them off as he did the same to his boxers. Straddling Brad again, he pulled one of the guitarist's hands and let it rest on his aching cock as he whimpered, slowly pulling Brad out of his shorts and stroking him.

Brad moaned and bit his lip, slowly stroking the older man. He looked at Mike and mewled, shuddering slightly. "Mikey... please..." He whimpered and arched his back slightly, turning his head and gasping for breath.

Mike nodded at Brad, his fingers tightening around the younger man's erection. He slowly pumped him, the palm of his hand occasionally brushing over the leaking tip as he watched Brad's hand on his own cock.

Brad moaned and kept stroking Mike, slightly guiding him to his entrance. He bit his lip and looked up at the older man, pleading with his eyes and whimpering occasionally.

Mike's hand sped up when his eyes met Brad's, watching the look on the younger man's face. His grip tightened and he bit his lip, his eyes fluttering as he neared the edge, feeling the guitarist guiding him close enough to just slam into him.

Brad tried his best to hold back until Mike was close enough. He moved down a bit, whimpering when he felt the older man at his entrance. He shuddered and moaned, biting his lip a bit harshly.

Mike wanted to just push into Brad, slam into the sweet body and ravage the man he had called nothing more than his best friend for so long. But he held back and continued to pump him, a finger trailing down and slowly swirling at the puckered entrance.

Brad moaned loudly and pleaded Mike to take him now. His breathing was getting heavier as he got nearer to the edge, trying his best to lose it imediately. He wanted this for so long and wasn't going to wait forever.

Leaning down and letting the fingertip that traced Brad's entrance slip in partically, Mike let his tongue swirl around the leaking tip of Brad's cock, blowing gently. He needed this, needed the younger man and he needed to see Brad become his.

Brad whimpered loudly and practically screamed, "Just fucking take me!" He couldn't hold it back much longer, even though he wanted this to last as long as it could. His eyes fluttered and he squirmed around, moaning and whimpering loudly.

Mike shook his head and pulled back from Brad, moving so he was press flushed against him, licking at his ear gently. His hand was pumping the guitarist furiously, grip so tight that his hand was slowly becoming sore. But he didn't stop, only sped up further as he whispered to Brad, "Not until you're mine."

Brad was a whimpering mess by now, and held back so long it hurt. He looked at Mike and squeaked out, "I... can't hold... it... Mike!" He arched his back and came violently over his stomach and Mike's hand. Falling back onto the floor, he was practically crying while taking deep breaths.

Mike pulled back and kissed Brad's cheeks, littering his face with light brushes of his lips as he smiled. "Good boy... shhhhhh, I'm right here, Brad." His hand slowed down and loosened, just lightly running against Brad's length as his finger slowly slipped further into Brad.

Brad sniffled, closing his eyes tightly and biting his lip as he listened to Mike's words. He calmed down slightly and whimpered quietly when he regained feeling throughout his body. He quietly moaned and kept his eyes closed, but loosened them enough to see.

Mike smiled and slowly moved his finger inside Brad, leaning down and kissing the sweet lips that taunted him. "Mine..." He whispered softly as he pulled away and trailed gentle kiss down Brad's jaw.

Brad gasped and moaned, shakily putting his arms on Mike's back. He whimpered every time the older man brushed against his spot and began moving around a bit, moaning loudly when he hit it perfectly. He dug his nails into Mike's back and bit his trembling lip.

Mike moaned softly as he listened and watched Brad, his finger moving against the guitarist's spot while a second finger circled his entrance and slipping in. He moved into Brad's body, the nails biting into his skin making him wince slightly.

Brad tightened his muscles a bit when Mike pushed another finger in, but relaxed as he got used to it. He rested his hands on Mike's back as he gradually got hard again, whimpering softly.

Mike froze as he felt Brad tense up, his hand on the guitarist's new erection paying special attention to the slit as he smiled at Brad. "Mine..." He whispered again, adding a nod to it.

Brad moaned and arched his back, causing Mike's fingers to go deeper and him to whimper more. He moved his hand on top of Mike's, moving his hand along with the older man's.

Mike just smiled and let Brad control his hand, his fingers still moving inside him. The pace was slow and gentle, only speeding up when he knew he had pressed against the guitarist's spot and wanted nothing more than to hear him moan.

Brad whimpered and sped up the movements on Mike's hand, moaning loudly when the older man hit his spot. His bottom lip was twitching as he writhed about on the floor, mewling and whimpering every so often.

Watching the way Brad was reacting to what he was doing to the guitarist, Mike leaned down and nipped at Brad's lip, taking it between his teeth and tugging gently. He let his fingers that were rubbing against Brad's spot be joined by a thrid and final finger, stretching the younger man gently.

Brad whimpered loudly and licked at Mike's top lip, still quivering slightly. He could feel his release sneaking up quickly and whined to hint the older man he was close. He moaned quietly and arched his back, gasping slightly at the feeling Mike was giving him.

Mike slowly twisted his wrist, his fingers staying still until he let them turn inside Brad, spreading enough to stretch the younger man even better as he slowly pulled them out. He licked at the gutiarist's tongue and sighed contently.

Brad winced slightly when Mike pulled out and reached up to bring him closer. He kept his lips on the older man's and brought his breathing down to a steady pace.

Mike let his tongue press against Brad's lips, his hand that was still pumping the guitarist speeding up as he slowly moved to press the tip of his own cock against Brad's entrance.

Brad opened his mouth and let Mike enter, gasping when he felt the older man at his entrance. He moaned and pulled Mike closer to him, letting his tongue roam the emcee's mouth.

Mike's eyes slid shut and he let his head swim in the pleasure of holding Brad in his arms, naked and waiting to be taken. His tongue moved against that of the guitarist's, tasting and teasing the younger man.

Brad pushed himself down a bit, whimpering quietly and lightly nipping Mike's tongue. He felt like he was going to pass out any second from the pleasure the older man was causing him. He mewled against the emcee's talented mouth and kept his arms linked around his back.

Mike licked as much of Brad's mouth as he slowly pulled away, his hand still pumping Brad. He wanted to hear him, had to make sure. "Brad..."

Brad moaned and slowly looked at Mike, eyes fluttering. "Mikey... please... I need you..." He pulled the emcee back to him and pressed their lips together, keeping him there as long as possible.

Mike just let his lips rest against Brad's, taking small puffs of breath through his nose as he moved to rotate his hips enough to tease the guitarist's entrance with the tip of his cock.

Brad whimpered and pushed Mike back a bit, looking at him pleadingly and biting his lip. He couldn't wait much longer, and he wanted Mike to know that.

Mike smiled at Brad and gently let go of his cock, his hands gripping at his waist, kneeding the soft flesh as he pressed the tip of his erection into the guitarist, whimpering at the tight heat.

Brad winced and whimpered loudly, gripping Mike's shoulders roughly. He took deep breaths and loosened up a bit, letting go of the older man's shoulders a bit.

Mike stayed still, nuzzling Brad's ear gently as he sighed, panting at how tight the younger man was, how hot he felt. He licked at the guitarist's skin, whispering softly, "Shhhh Brad, I'm not gonna hurt you."

Brad whimpered and turned his head away from Mike, biting his lip and quivering slightly. He started singing with a quiet, shaky voice, "Because maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me... and after all, you're my wonderwall..." He kept singing quietly and wrapped his arms around Mike, pulling him into a hug.

Still brushing the tip of his nose against the hoop earring in Brad's ear, Mike whispered to the guitarist, "Just keep singing baby, it'll be okay..." He let himself be pulled down and sprawled onto the younger man, hugging him tightly.

Brad turned his head back to face Mike and kissed his cheek, "Mikey... please..." He whimpered and bit his lip, resting his head on the flooring, "...please move..."

Mike shook his head and leaned down, kissing Brad slowly, making sure to keep his hips still until he felt Brad relax. He knew that the guitarist must be hurting and he refused to let him feel pain at this time.

Brad moved his lips against Mike's and quivered slightly. He tried to relax, but found it very tough to do so. Slowing down his breathing, he let himself loosen up as much as he could, keeping his arms around Mike at all times.

Feeling the man beneath him slowly relaxing, Mike smiled and kissed the guitarist a bit deeper and a bit harder. His hand gripped the younger man's cock and slowly stroked him, doing everything in his power to take his mind off the pain.

Brad moaned and opened his mouth slightly, letting the older man in. He arched his back slightly and whimpered, letting Mike know he was relaxed enough.

Mike pulled away from Brad and gave him a questioning nod, moving his hips only a bit. His hand on Brad's cock didn't slow down or speed up as his other hand rubbed the guitarist's stomach gently, finger toying with the younger man's navel.

Brad bit his lip and looked at the older man, moaning and quivering slightly. He pulled Mike a bit closer and kept his eyes locked on the older man's eyes, silently begging him to move.

Mike leaned down and kissed Brad gently, his hips moving again to pull out of the guitarist slowly. The heat was slowly dying away and he felt the fog clearing from his mind. Not enjoying to have the pleasure be pulled away, he pushed back into his lover gently.

Brad whimpered and arched his back slightly, trying to stay relaxed as much as possible. He kept his breathing steady and kissed the older man lightly, blocking his mind from receiving any pain.

Mike watched Brad's face, kept his eyes on him for any sign of pain. He could see the guitarist was holding back his pain and he gripped the younger man gently, hoping to take his mind off everything.

Brad moaned quietly and looked at Mike, smiling and reaching his hand up to lightly stroke his cheek. He looked straight into the older man's eyes and slowly nodded, fully relaxed.

Mike gave his own small nod and pushed the rest of the way into Brad, his fingers digging gently into the guitarist's pale hips. He let out a soft moan, praying silently that the younger man was enjoying it so he didn't have to feel guilty

Brad bit his lip and moaned loudly, arching his back and pulling Mike closer to himself. He kept himself still, getting used to the feeling of the older man inside of him.

Mike groaned and let his head fall to rest against Brad's shoulder, his hands rubbing the guitarist's sides gently.

Brad closed his eyes and tilted his head towards Mike, kissing his cheek gently and running a hand through his hair. He smiled and kept one of his arms secured around the older man's back.

Mike smirked and licked at the corner of Brad's eye as he whispered softly, "Are you okay?"

Brad rubbed Mike's back lightly and sighed contently, "Couldn't be better."

Nodding and slowly pulling out of Brad again, Mike let out a whimper and kissed him gently.

Brad gasped quietly and whimpered at the emptiness, kissing Mike tenderly and running his hand through the emcee's hair.

Nuzzling Brad's hand and kissing back as best he could while shifting around, Mike pushed back into the younger man, letting out a purr that shifted into a growl and then a moan.

Brad moaned and whimpered loudly, tightening his grip on Mike's back and rocking his hips gently into the older man's, letting out a small cry of pleasure.

Mike listened to Brad, not moving as he felt the guitarist moving against him. He whimpered and just nuzzled Brad's shoulder, waiting for the younger man to make the first move.

Mustering up all the strength he could, Brad gripped Mike's sides and flipped them over, moaning loudly as he sat up slightly. He took a shaky breath and pulled himself up, then shoved himself down onto Mike, crying out and arching his back when the older man hit his spot perfectly.

The way Brad's tight heat was gripping his cock and how amazing the guitarist sounded made Mike grab Brad's hips and pulling him down harder, hoping Brad was ready.

Brad moaned loudly and pulled himself up again, mewling and whimpering as he shoved himself down again, repeating the pattern as he moved his hand up and down his length.

Mike just watched Brad, his fingers digging harder into the guitarist's thing hips as his eyes followed the hand that was pumping the younger man's cock. He licked his lips, biting down gently on the bottom one as he thrusted up into Brad harder.

Brad cried out as he sped his hand up, putting his other hand on the floor to steady himself. He groaned and purred, breathing heavily as he neared his release quickly.

Mike let out a soft cry and gripped Brad's hips tightly, his fingers digging into the pale skin as he pushed up into the younger man. The gutiarist's body was generating heat that only added to the already burning fire that had consumed his entire being.

Brad moaned and pushed down on Mike, barely wincing when he felt the emcee's hands grip onto him tighty. He whimpered and bit his lip, throwing his head back as the area around his heated up drastically.

Mike panted and slowly tried to open his eyes but couldn't as he pushed deeper into the guitarist, the balls of his palms pressing into the thin hips that he was still clutching to.

Brad cried out and arched his back, tightening up roughly and exploding over his hand and Mike's stomach, breathing out the emcee's name shakily.

Mike sat up and held Brad close, rubbing his back as he whimpered. He licked his lips and pulled the guitairst against him harder and faster, feeling the licks of the first waves to his delicious orgasm that was brought on by the younger man.

Brad let Mike take control automatically, already tired from before. He moaned and whimpered, moving along with the older man's actions.

Mike let his head rest on Brad's shoulder, biting his lip as he gasped and held the younger man's body close. He whispered heatedly, pleading the guitarist quietly as he tried to force out the release that was toying with each one of his senses. "Please, Brad, please!"

Brad felt Mike tensing up and heard his pleading whispers, smiling to himself and using the last of his strength to clench himself around the emcee, milking out his orgasm as best as he could.

Mike buried his head into Brad's neck as he cried, choking down sobs of the younger man's name, feeling his body shake from the force of his orgasm, filling the guitarist. He sighed and slumped back, still clutching to Brad like he was the only thing the Asian man had.

Brad smiled, listening to Mike's unsteady breathing until he heard shouting outside of the bus. He looked at the older man and motioned to the bunks, hoping to get there before anyone saw.

Mike nodded mutely, not sure if he could even speak. He slowly started to sit up, pushing the guitairst up but still holding him close as he tried to move. He groaned and closed his eyes, praying he had the strength to even stay conscious.

Brad took in a sharp breath and pulled him and Mike up, leaning towards the bunks and pulling them into his own. He linked the older man's legs with his own and cuddled into him, hearing the outside noises getting louder.

Mike curled up next to Brad reveling in the warmth the younger man provided. He leaned over to whisper in the guitarist's ear softly as he heard two of the others bound into the front lounge of the bus, "Brad..."

Brad placed his finger on Mike's lips, pulling it away and kissing him sweetly, pulling him closer and laughing to himself at his bandmates' stupidity.

Rob chuckled and just bounded into the small space they called the front lounge and saw something out of the corner of his eye. "Oh look! A pen!" He bent down, grabbing it and clicking the pen, giggling softly as it began to entertain him.

Dave sighed, holding his head as the blood pounded through. "Rob... do you have to do that? God... my head hurts too much." He sat down on the very small couch and hunched over, sighing overdramatically.

Rob grinned and walked over to Dave, holding the pen near the bassist. He let out a soft giggle as he quickly clicked the pen as fast as he could, holding it as close to Dave as he could without getting hurt.

Dave turned to the younger man and glared, standing up and grabbing his hand. "Robert Gregory Bourdon, if you do not put that pen down... ugh." He sighed and sat back down, groaning loudly and dropping his head on the table, wincing at the pain.

Rob tugged at his arm and whimpered at Dave. "But Daaaaaave... I'm bored!" He continued clicking the pen and bit his lip, sucking on the small spot of skin.

To Be Continued...