Paying for the Tour
Title: Paying for the Tour
Fandom: The Pink Spiders (original members)
Rating: uh, probably about PG-13. Mostly because of Matt's potty mouth.
Warnings: Lots of cussing, implied gay sex.
Synopsis: After the school bus they had been touring in catches on fire, the guys need to find a way to pay for a new one.
Author's Notes: Inspired by this video of them in Vegas.
Word Count: 178-very short.
Disclaimer: I don't own Matt Friction, Bob Ferrari, or Jon Decious, and I doubt any of this ever happened.
“Shit, man, do we really have to do this?” Bob asks nervously.
“Our fucking tour bus caught on fire and fucking Geffen is screwing us over. Our fans are broke, so they can’t give us anymore money. Do you see any other way to make some quick cash?” Matt replies, sounding pissed off.
“Fuck,” Bob says, taking another drag of his cigarette.
“Here comes a car,” Jon says, pointing at the headlights.
“It better not be me again,” Matt bitches, dropping his cigarette on the ground and crushing it with the toe of his sneaker.
The driver of the car pulls up next to Jon. “Hey pretty boy,” he says. “How much?”
Jon rolls his eyes at Matt and Bob and leans down to the window. “For just a blow job? $75. For more, we can negotiate.”
The man inside the car grimaces and looks Jon over. “Okay, fine. You better be worth it.”
Jon glances back at Bob and Matt again and says, “This had better be worth it,” before climbing into the car and speeding away.
Fandom: The Pink Spiders (original members)
Rating: uh, probably about PG-13. Mostly because of Matt's potty mouth.
Warnings: Lots of cussing, implied gay sex.
Synopsis: After the school bus they had been touring in catches on fire, the guys need to find a way to pay for a new one.
Author's Notes: Inspired by this video of them in Vegas.
Word Count: 178-very short.
Disclaimer: I don't own Matt Friction, Bob Ferrari, or Jon Decious, and I doubt any of this ever happened.
“Shit, man, do we really have to do this?” Bob asks nervously.
“Our fucking tour bus caught on fire and fucking Geffen is screwing us over. Our fans are broke, so they can’t give us anymore money. Do you see any other way to make some quick cash?” Matt replies, sounding pissed off.
“Fuck,” Bob says, taking another drag of his cigarette.
“Here comes a car,” Jon says, pointing at the headlights.
“It better not be me again,” Matt bitches, dropping his cigarette on the ground and crushing it with the toe of his sneaker.
The driver of the car pulls up next to Jon. “Hey pretty boy,” he says. “How much?”
Jon rolls his eyes at Matt and Bob and leans down to the window. “For just a blow job? $75. For more, we can negotiate.”
The man inside the car grimaces and looks Jon over. “Okay, fine. You better be worth it.”
Jon glances back at Bob and Matt again and says, “This had better be worth it,” before climbing into the car and speeding away.