Not too many drinks later, the youngest girl’s parents came for them. Apparently, she was only sixteen and the oldest was barely eighteen. After getting yelled at by their parents, they left with their complaining teens. It only made Tony, Vic, and Jaime laugh, who were getting pretty drunk off their asses. Mike was the only one who decided not to get wasted, seeing as how he was trying to pick up that waitress.

Eventually, the group paid and all but the drummer left, who said he’d be back in the morning. So Tony, Vic and Jaime headed down the street, laughing loudly. Vic stumbled and latched onto Jaime’s arm, laughing even more.

“Oh Hi-Me, your arms are soooooo muscular,” the little drunk Mexican sang.

“Hahaha yeah,” Jaime laughed.

“Like how?” Vic asked, staring at Jaime’s arms in wonder. He kept moving his hands up and down the taller man’s arms.

Tony glared. “You know Vic, you get really touchy when you’re drunk. Like, why?” His words came out slurred and harsh.

“Ooooooh,” Jaime laughed, looking back at Tony. “Sounds like da little turtle is jelly.”

“Does Tony want attention too?” Vic laughed.

“No!” Tony denied, starting to walk away from the two.

“Give Tony love!” Jaime yelled, charging at Tony as fast as he could drunk.

“Yeah!” Vic yelled, following Jaime.

Tony wasn’t aware what was happening until he found himself on the ground with his two band mates on top of him, repeatedly kissing his cheeks. He tried to push them off but the two overpowered him.

“We wuuuuuv you,” Vic sand kissed Tony’s cheek again.

“Stoooooop!” Tony protested.

“But if we did that, you wouldn’t know that we love you,” Jaime said, planting a kiss on Tony’s jaw. Then, Tony felt Jaime’s lips on his neck. “And you wouldn’t know how sexy your neck tat is.”

Tony gulped as Jaime’s lips moved against his neck. He was starting to feel hot all over. It was getting hard to breathe. “Stop Jaime,” Tony said with hardly any fight in his voice.

“You don’t sound like you want me tooo!” Jaime laughed, kissing Tony’s neck even more.

Tony closed his eyes, giving into the moment. Jaime’s lips felt amazing after all. And he had wanted this for so long….

Tony’s eyes snapped open at that last thought. He didn’t want Jaime. He didn’t want any man! And this was… This was wrong.

“Stop!” Tony yelled, gathering enough strength to push the two off of him.

Vic rolled away, laughing. He was completely oblivious. Jaime narrowed his eyes at Tony. He was pretty sure that he was enjoying it for a moment. Maybe it was because he was drunk. Maybe he was just starved for attention. Or maybe…. Whatever the reason, Jaime was sure Tony liked when Jaime was kissing his neck.

Tony stalked off as Jaime stayed back and helped Vic to his feet. Vic leaned against Jaime for support, being too drunk to walk on his own. Then they started making their way back to the bus.

“Jaime,” Vic whined. “I think I’m going to be sick.”

“Can it wait until we get to the bus?” Jaime asked.

“Hiiiiiii-meeee,” Vic whined. “ I don’t feeel gooo-“

Vic tumbled out from Jaime’s grasp and fell onto his knees. The contents of his stomach started spilling over and onto the sidewalk. Jaime knelt beside him, held back his hair, and rubbed his back until Vic’s body stopped shaking and half digested food stopped coming out the opposite way it should.

As drunk as Jaime was, he wasn’t that fucked up. So, he felt it was his duty to look after the tiny ball of Mexican.

Vic got back to his feet with Jaime’s help and the two slowly started back to their bus. When they arrived, Vic spotted Tony on the roof. “Why are you on the roof Tony?”

Tony looked down at them. “Why are you not on the roof?”

“That is soooooo old,” Vic giggled.

Jaime ignored them and pulled Vic inside. He helped Vic to his bunk and gave him a bucket before going back out and climbing onto the roof with his friend.

“What do you want?” Tony asked, taking a sip of water from a bottle he had got.

“I just wanted to see if you wanted me to kiss that neck of yours some more,” Jaime teased.

“Fuck off,” Tony growled, drinking more water.

Jaime snatched the bottle from Tony’s lips and swallowed a few gulps. “No!”

Tony glared at him. Jaime laughed. Tony growled, “Stop that!”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you liked it!” Jaime said with a laugh.

“I didn’t fucking like it!” Tony yelled, snatching his water back.

“Sure,” Jaime sarcastically laughed.

Tony was really getting pissed. And in his drunken state, more impulsive than normal. His grip around the plastic bottle tightened just before he threw it. It hit Jaime in the head right above his eye.

“What the fuck!” he yelled, shoving Tony.

“No!” Tony shoved back. “’What the fuck’ is you kissing my neck like that!”

“’What the fuck’ is you liking it!” Jaime pushed Tony even harder.

“I didn’t like it!” Tony lied.

“Stop lying!” Jaime shouted. “It’s obvious that you want me!”

“Or maybe you want me!” Tony curled his hand into a fist and swung.

He connected with Jaime’s shoulder, causing him fall onto his back. Tony was instantly on top of him with his arm pulled back for another swing. He connected to Jaime’s jaw.

Jaime was really pissed now. He brought his arms up to protect his face from Tony’s punches and when he saw an opening, he flipped Tony over and took his turn at beating him.

Their brawl continued until they passed out.

Notes

I didn't even mean for them to start fighting.
It just happened.
But yeah
This is it
I like it. Another!
(Sorry I really like Thor)

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It would mean the world to me. Thanks c: