+& You Love Me Really --Jamie/Hannah--

[mika]

I'm In Love With You Tonight ----[/size][/font]

Kamaili smirked at the computer screen as his new friend, Jamie, invited him over. The guy was spectacular, a real pall Kamaili could get along with. He thought that they might even be friends once Kamaili was finished with him. Who knew, if he was truly a memorable lay, Kamaili would be game for round two. He signed off of the tour chat, closing his computer as he just took a moment to lay in his bunk, the curtain pulled closed.

His green eyes shone with mischief as he stared up at the dark ceiling of the little rectangular space. It hadn't been so long since he had last gotten laid but it'd been a considerable amount of time since he had had fun with a guy. He was a little bit stuck in between about his preference. He liked girls -- they smelled good and were soft and gentle-- but then something about the appeal of a rough and tumble guy called to him as well. He didn't have to be soft with them and Kamaili was someone who liked it rough.

A moment of reflection and Kamili's feet swung over the edge of the bed. On his feet, he headed toward his bag, pulling out a pair of snake bites which were soon adorning his lips. He ran his tongue over them, his fingers fiddling with them to get them to sit just right. He found some sort of mirror and ran his hands through his hair, making sure it was as messy as could possibly be.

Black skinny jeans -- check. Flannel shirt - check. Awesome Snake bites -- check. Ratty old converse-- check. Dressed, he was out the door and walking toward Jamie's bus with a spring in his step. he placed a strip of gum in his mouth, idly blowing bubbles as he glanced about, making sure he didn't miss it. It would have been hard to though because the band's logo was so obviously plastered on the side of the bus. He knocked on the door just as one of his gum bubbles popped, stepping back and waiting for the other to answer.

[hannah]

he's got me on my back

If Jamie were any kind of ridiculous, he'd open the door with a flourish, spitting out some kind of teasing, seductive line and then probably just pounce on Kamaili and get going from there. But Jamie wasn't ridiculous, and without a computer screen, he was far less friendly. Without a computer screen, he became shy, almost, though that wasn't quite the word Jamie--or anyone who knew him--would even consider using. The word that people used was 'snarly' but, really, was that such a good thing? Not exactly.

Jamie crawled out of his bunk, wearing only his boxers and his Hello Kitty slippers. That would have to change before Kamaili got here. Jamie kicked the slippers off, revealing a pair of inside out, black socks, and put his slippers quickly in Cale's bunk. Cale wouldn't mind. Well, he might, but it was easier to just think that he wouldn't. Jamie wriggled into a pair of black skinny jeans and already had a shirt in his hand by the time he heard the knock on the door. Oh... Fuck it, he thought, tossing the shirt back into his bunk. Jamie spent most of his time onstage shirtless, anyway. Besides, shirtless showed off his tattoos better, especially the one of his stomach--the word 'OUTLAW' arcing above his abs--that everyone seemed to think was the absolutely perfect tattoo for licking and that sort of thing. Jamie, of course, hadn't gotten it with that thought in mind, though it was certainly an upside of having it. And, okay, maybe the thought actually had crossed his mind while deciding to get it. Whatever.

He walked through the empty bus--no one else was here, thank god--and opened the bus to Kamaili. Jamie, who was still thinking of the stupid pick up lines that had started this whole conversation, was half-tempted to smirk and say, "nice outfit, but it'd look better on my floor." Maybe add in a wink.

But, of course, Jamie didn't say that, just turned on his heel and walked back into the bus without a word, assuming that Kamaili would follow him even though Kamaili probably wasn't fluent yet in what could only be called "Jamie-speak." Even though Jamie's language seemed to consist of very few words, his turning around without a sound and leading someone whom he'd already invited over deeper into the bus could only mean good things.

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[mika]

Now Down On Your Knees ----

Kamaili didn’t have to wait long, maybe Jamie was just as eager as him or well, it was sex, who didn’t look forward to that. The amazingly sexy man answered the door, Kamaili’s green eyes glancing over his shirtless figure with much, much appreciation. Then he turned around and disappeared inside his bus. Kamaili had been expecting a little playful banter, that’s how he liked it at least. Harmless teasing that sort of set the lustful charge of the scene. Sex was a game for him, and he played it quite well.

He stepped onto the bus, grin now in place at Jamie’s lack of talking. He followed him, each knowing exactly where this was headed. Kamaili assumed they were going to the back of the bus where there was usually a sort of small room or lounge, standard for any touring trailer/bus thingy. A great many of Kamaili’s adventures had been held on his bus during tour, he even thought he might not have had any real memorable sexual encounter in an actual bed. Thus was touring life , though, and Kamaili loved it.

Before they were completely there though, Kamaili’s slender little fingers reached out to hook on the back belt loop of Jamie’s jeans. With a sharp tug, he pulled the other’s back into his own chest, his arms then wrapping around his midsection.

“You have a wonderful body.” Kamaili purred to Jamie, his hands now feeling the ripples of his abs.

Kamaili was someone who was very appreciative of human beauty. That made him totally shallow but still, there was no beating the satisfaction of a beautiful guy or chick. Jamie was just that: beautiful. Tan skin, silky black hair, the sexiest grin and freaking abs (something Kamaili himself didn’t have). Oh yes, he was going to enjoy this.

[hannah]

he's got me on my back

A slow smile spread across Jamie's face as he stumbled backward, practically into Kamaili's arms. Jamie felt Kamaili's hands tracing over his own abs and a purred compliment in his ear, and Jamie couldn't keep a laugh from bubbling up in his throat. "Thank you," he said, smiling and biting his lip flirtatiously, even though he knew Kamaili was behind him and couldn't see. Jamie was quiet, but he knew exactly how the game was played and it was something he was very good at. Turning around, Jamie tnagled one hand in Kamaili's hair and placed the other on one of Kamaili's hips, then pressed his lips against the other man's.

Jamie made the kiss as teasing as possible, pulling his lips away at just the right moments and ending the kiss by nipping softly at Kamaili's bottom lip. He pulled away, smirking, and untangled his hand from Kamaili's hair, waiting to see what Kamaili would do next. Kamaili was amazing, and Jamie thought that he'd seen enough of people to be able to make that judgment. Jamie knew that Cale probably wouldn't be overly ecstatic that Jamie had Kamaili back on the bus for this exact purpose, but screw Cale. Jamie didn't care about him. And besides, Cale brought Sammy back to the bus all the time. The double standard always astounded Jamie to the point of his nearly laughing.

But whatever. To punctuate this indifference to whatever Cale was thinking, Jamie kissed Kamaili again, putting the hand that had recently been tangled in Kamaili's hair around his waist. He pulled away, wondering if he should offer Kamaili a drink or something. He bit his lip before deciding that, yes, that would probably be the polite thing to do. This was the first time in a long time that Jamie wasn't drunk during a hookup and he figured he might as well be polite about fixing that problem. He let his eyes trail over to a mini fridge that he knew was full of beer and vodka. "Do you want anything to drink?" he asked, his eyes traveling back to Kamaili's face as staring at him intently.