This was requested by my best friend TheCruelSea

Sorry, that it took so long. I hope, you'll like it:)

Warnings: Smut

It was actually a great bus. Large, comfortable seats, a cool box for beer and luggage racks. But ... the problem was sleeping. There were only four beds. There were only four bunks in the bus bedroom, which was in the back. And there were five of them. Not counting the bus driver, because he drove the bus. They had just finished their concert, were tired and it was quite late. Bon, Phil and Cliff sat in their seats and waited for the siblings who were still in the stadium.

"How do we do this tonight?" Asked Phil, yawning.

"What do you mean?" Asked Bon.

"With the beds. We are five and there are four beds." Said the drummer. "So who is sleeping on the floor?"

"Not me." Bon clarified. He grabbed his travel bag and set it on a bed. Then he came back and sat in his seat.

"Definitely not me either." Cliff nodded. "My back hurts and I'm tired. I also intend to really sleep."

"Me neither!" Shouted Phil. The three grinned.

"So it's up to the siblings." Said Bon. The two were still standing outside talking together. The bus driver sounded the horn with his hand because everyone just wanted to go on. After the horn was pressed three times, Malcolm and Angus finally got in. The door had not yet closed properly behind the older one and the bus drove off. Malcolm almost fell on his face. Angus laughed at him and told the bus driver the next destination.

"Hey boys! Who of you is sleeping on the ground today!?"exclaimed Phil.

"I definitely don't!" Malcolm screamed.

"Neither do I!" Protested Angus.

"You slept in the luggage rack for the last time! You can do that again!" Malcolm shouted, giving his brother a defensive look.

"I was on drugs! You told me I could find unicorns up there!" Angus wailed. The men laughed.

"Yeah, that was really funny." Phil giggled.

"You almost killed me!" Angus shouted, glaring at him.

"Sorry. I calculated for a normal man. Can I help if you're so small?" Phil teased. Angus grumbled.

"Back to the topic. Who's sleeping on the floor?" Bon asked and looked at them.

"Not me!" Malcolm shouted, running quickly backwards. Angus followed him. When Bon, Cliff and Phil followed up, they were both lying on the floor and arguing.

"Hey! Quiet, children! We can sort it all out like civilized people!" Phil exclaimed. Malcolm stopped and looked at the drummer with a raised eyebrow. Angus wailed from under him because Malcolm was holding him down with his weight and Angus couldn't breathe.

"If you kill him, Malcolm, you'll have to find a new guitarist." Cliff grinned. Bon pulled the lead guitarist to his feet.

"I'm in favor of Angus getting a bed." Said the singer. Malcolm looked at him with his mouth open.

"Now are you against me?" He asked, a little angry.

"I'm also in favor of Angus getting a bed!" Shouted Phil, holding up his hand. The drummer hit Cliff in the side and looked at him demanding.

"Me too!" Shouted Cliff. Malcolm glared at his friends. Angus grinned and put his bag on a bed.

"Would you rather go upstairs?" Asked Bon who had the bed over him.

"Yes!" Angus exclaimed excitedly. Bon giggled and the two swapped beds.

"Well, it looks like you're sleeping on the bus floor then." Cliff said, patting Malcolm on the shoulder.

"I ... definitely not!" Malcolm exclaimed.

"It's settled, mate." Phil shrugged and opened his travel bag to get out his pajamas. Malcolm looked at him angrily.

"No!" He shouted.

"Accept it, Malcolm." Angus grinned.

"Shut up, Angus!" Malcolm called.

"Stop arguing. It's decided." Bon grinned. Malcolm turned angrily and went back to the seats.

"Mal!" Angus yelled, going after him, but Cliff held him back.

"Do you want to sleep on the floor?" He asked. Angus silently shook his head. "Then be quiet and lie down. It's getting late." The friends closed the door to the sitting room. They changed and then went to bed.

"Good night, guys." Angus yawned and fell asleep.

"Good night." Bon muttered.

"Good night." Cliff and Phil said at the same time. Bon turned on his side and looked at the wall. He couldn't sleep even when he was tired. Quite the opposite of his band mates who fell asleep immediately. Bon thought about what Malcolm was doing now. It was really mean of them to kick him out. Bon's heart ached a little at the thought that the little rhythm guitarist was crouching on the seats alone and in the cold bus. Because they had a small heater in the sleeping area and also in the driver's area. But not in the seating area. Bon had ... well ... had a crush on Malcolm for a long time. But ... the little one would definitely not understand that and Bon didn't want to ruin the friendship. Bon sighed and hugged the pillow a little tighter. Soon he fell asleep.

*

When the singer woke up, the others were still sleeping. It was pitch dark in the room and he urgently needed to go to the bathroom. But he didn't want to get up. At some point, Bon couldn't take it anymore and slowly got up. He crept quietly through the room and slowly opened the door, which he then closed behind him. It was pitch dark in the seating area. Bon crept slowly down the aisle, holding onto the seats as the bus was still moving. The door to the driver's cab was closed. He was walking slowly on when suddenly there was a scream. Bon jumped back and there was another scream. Bon kept walking until he found the light switch and turned it on. He closed his eyes briefly when it got light and then opened them again. Malcolm. He lay wailing and curled up in a ball on the floor, whimpering. "Did I step on you?" Asked Bon worried and knelt next to him. Malcolm nodded, whimpering, and held his hand, which hung limply. Bon sat cross-legged and carefully took Malcolm's hand in his.

"Did I step on your hand?" Malcolm whimpered softly as Bon touched it. "God. You're freezing." Bon said worriedly as he touched Malcolm's arms. Bon thought for a moment. "Come over. Sleep in my bed." He helped Malcolm up. Malcolm shook his head.

"N ... No ..." Bon could now see that Malcolm had been crying.

"Darling, why did you cry?" He asked worriedly, stroking Malcolm's cheek.

"I...I..."

"Was it because we kicked you out?" He nodded, whimpering.

"It's so cold here. And the ground is so hard." He whispered.

"All right. I'll go to the bathroom and then we'll bandage your hand. Okay?" Malcolm nodded a little. Bon went to the bathroom, washed his hands, and then gently bandaged Malcolm's hand. That would be a big bruise. Bon took his hand gently. "Come over. You sleep with me. We can share the bed." They stepped quietly back and opened the door. The others were still sleeping. Malcolm lay down in bed and Bon behind him. Bon held him to himself and pulled the covers over both of them. Malcolm was shivering from the cold. "It's good." Bon whispered worried. His heart pounded wildly in his chest. He had never come so close to Malcolm. He'd never seen Malcolm like that either. Malcolm was tough and always put on a stiff upper lip. He never cried and never showed his feelings. A closed book. Malcolm shivered a little before he fell asleep. Bon gently brushed back a few strands of his hair and fell asleep too.

*

When Malcolm woke up, he was no longer in front of Bon, but behind him because Bon had turned around. Face in the room. Malcolm watched Bon's shoulders rise and fall gently as he breathed. His wild hair stuck out in all directions. Malcolm slowly pushed himself closer to Bon. He wanted to be with him. Malcolm ... he had a crush on Bon. Even if he didn't want to admit it. His cock was already pretty hard and he had only watched Bon sleep. Without his wanting to, his hips gave Bon's ass a small nudge. Malcolm's eyes widened. God. That felt good. But ... Pfuj! Out! No, Malcolm! You don't do that! Malcolm tried to breathe calmly when he felt his cock harden even more. He bit his lip hard as his hips gave slow, gentle nudges against Bon's bum. Malcolm suppressed a low moan. But at some point he stopped because ... what if Bon wakes up? That would ruin the friendship!

"Why did you stop?" Asked a low voice. Malcolm paused.

"W ... what?" He whispered.

"Why did you stop?" Asked Bon. His hand reached back to take Malcolm's. He pressed the guitarist's hand to his cock, forcing it to squeeze slowly. Malcolm's eyes widened. Bon was hard too. Malcolm got a little more courage and squeezed a little himself. Then he stroked the fabric of the pants. Bon tilted his head back and moaned softly. Malcolm smiled and carefully slipped his hand into Bon's pajamas. Bon wasn't wearing any underwear, much to Malcolm's surprise. Malcolm withdrew his hand and lay down quietly. "Can you ... can you keep pushing?" Asked Bon quietly and shyly. Malcolm nodded a little and began rocking his pelvis against Bon's ass again. "Ugh." Bon groaned softly. "So good." Malcolm smiled a little and kissed Bon's cheek carefully. Bon turned and kissed Malcolm hard. Malcolm froze for a moment, but then leaned into the kiss. "I ... fuck it. I love you." Bon breathed. Malcolm smiled and kissed him too.

"I love you too, Bon." Bon's eyes lit up. They lay in each other's arms for a while.

"Mal, can you ... it fucking hurts." Bon whined and put Malcolm's hand back on his cock. Malcolm smiled. The two kissed hard and needy. Malcolm pulled down Bon's pants and stroked Bon's erect cock. Bon groaned excitedly. Malcolm kissed him quickly.

"Sh." Malcolm whispered. Bon looked puzzled at Malcolm. "We're not alone, Bonny." Bon smiled when Malcolm called him that. It was pitch black here, but they could see each other's outlines.

"God. I'd love to see your hand on my cock." Bon grinned. Malcolm giggled a little.

"You will, honey. But not today."

"Keep pushing, Mal. Please." Bon whimpered. Malcolm nodded.

"Turn around." He breathed softly in Bon's ear. Goosebumps formed on Bon's body and he did it quickly. Malcolm began rocking against him again.

"Fuck me." Bon whined, trying not to be loud.

"Bon, I ..." Malcolm muttered.

"Oh god, Malcolm. Fuck me." Bon gasped. "Come on. Fuck me hard please." Malcolm giggled and kissed Bon hard. Bon took off Malcolm's pants and his underpants. Then he stroked Malcolm's cock excitedly. Malcolm groaned against Bon's shoulder. "Come on. Get tougher, Mally." Bon whispered. "Get as hard as you can." Bon leaned down and blew warm air on Malcolm's swollen cock. "I know you can get tougher." Malcolm swore softly, which made Bon giggle. Bon lay back on his side and slid back until he pressed his ass against Malcolm's pelvis. Bon gasped as the tip of Malcolm's cock brushed his entrance. "Fuck me. Please." He wailed. Malcolm nodded shakily.

"Have you ... have you done that before?" Bon nodded.

"Yes." Malcolm nodded. "You don't have to prepare me, Mal." Bon whispered and kissed Malcolm gently. Then he turned away so that Malcolm could see Bon's back. Nothing happened for a while before Bon bumped his ass against Malcolm's hard cock again. "Come on. Do it." Bon grumbled needily. Malcolm chuckled softly and stroked Bon's hipbones.

"I love you Bon." He kissed Bon's ear.

"I love you too, Malcolm. For so long." Malcolm smiled. "Make me yours, Mal. Please. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. So that I can't stand on stage tomorrow. Come on. I need you so much and I-" Bon was about to scream when Malcolm pushed in, but Malcolm covered the singer's mouth and gasped against his back. Damn. So tight. So damn tight. Bon whimpered softly as the cock filled him. He took a shuddering breath. Malcolm enjoyed the feeling. Then he slowly pulled his hips back and nudged them against Bon's ass again. His hand was still on Bon's mouth to break the moan. He gasped softly to himself as he built up a steady pace. "Oh god." Bon breathed out of breath. "Oh God. So good. Fuck me harder, Young. Come on. Fuck me harder." Malcolm nodded and thrust harder. Bon gave a squeak. His toes curled with joy as he fisted his fingers in the sheets and rolled his eyes in bliss. His chest rose and fell quickly and he took in a gasp. Malcolm grabbed his waist and pushed on, panting softly. "Faster." Bon gasped. "Come on, faster." Malcolm nodded and thrust his hips forward into the singer's tight ass as fast as he could in a lying position. Bon bit his lip hard.

"Did I hit your prostate?" Malcolm gasped. "Oh God. You're so tight, Bon. So damn tight. So warm and tight." Bon reached back, took Malcolm's hand in his, and squeezed it. Their fingers tangled together as Malcolm's hips pushed further and they both moaned softly. "I'll come, baby." Malcolm whimpered. Bon nodded quickly.

"Come inside of me, honey. Spray your semen in my body. Come on. I want everything from you. All you can give me. I love you." Bon gasped in a high voice. Malcolm's hips picked up and he thrust faster. He closed his eyes tightly and bit his lip as a high moan left his mouth.

"Oh God. Ugh. So close."

"Mal, please ... please ..." Whimpered Bon. Malcolm bit down on Bon's shoulder and came. He squealed loudly as his cum shot into Bon's body. Bon groaned and put a fist in his mouth so as not to wake the others. Malcolm wanted to hear that scream. He wanted so badly. But they weren't allowed here. He continued to give Bon's body small, gentle nudges to help him come down from his climax. The thrusting became difficult because his cock was limp again. At some point it no longer worked and he pulled out. Bon groaned softly.

"Turn around honey." Malcolm whispered. Bon did it right away and Malcolm started sucking Bon's hard cock. Actually, Malcolm just wanted Bon to come so they could cuddle, but he also wanted his buddy to feel good, so he played a little. He stroked Bon's base and sucked on the tip. With his thumb he began to stroke the thick vein and with his tongue he pampered the tip that was dripping with precum.

"Malc... olm." Bon groaned, fisting Malcolm's hair in his hand. "So... so incredibly good. Your mouth is so good. Oh god." Malcolm smiled a little. That was his first blowjob and he was glad Bon liked it. Without choking, the smaller one took the whole cock in his mouth and suckled on it eagerly when Bon's release came. "I'll come." Bon gasped. "I'll come so strong." He pulled Malcolm's long, dark hair. "I love you, Malcolm." He moaned. Malcolm pulled back and grinned at Bon. "N ... no ... come on." Bon whined and tried to put Malcolm back on his cock. The younger one grinned and spat in his hand. Then he stroked Bon's cock with his spit and moaned softly to himself. Bon's eyes were big and dark as he watched this. Malcolm made the most intimate noises as he licked Bon's cock, almost gleefully, and sucked the sides. "I ... I ... have to ... have to come." Bon whined. Malcolm put it back in his mouth and sucked hard. Bon's eyes closed tightly as he came and splashed down Malcolm's throat. He groaned as softly as he could, but it was still loud. That was the best blowjob of his life. And he had had many. He jerked his hips weakly. His toes still curled up, he saw stars, and he gasped. Malcolm sucked every last drop from Bon's cock until the organ, weak and consumed, slipped out of his mouth. Malcolm smiled at Bon. "Oh my God, Baby. I love you so much." Bon gasped. Malcolm kissed him hard. They dressed again and snuggled tightly together. Bon sucked gently, hickeys on Malcolm's throat.

"Are we together now?" Malcolm asked, meowing softly as Bon continued sucking hickeys. Bon nodded.

"Yes. If you want."

"Yes, I do." Malcolm beamed and kissed him hard. "I love you."

"I love you too, Malcolm." Bon whispered.

"Did we wake the others?" Malcolm asked worriedly.

"No, darling." Bon breathed and kissed him again. Then they fell asleep happily.

*

The next morning, everyone met in the seating area for breakfast. Malcolm and Bon got there last, holding each other's hand.

"Guys, we have to tell you something." Said Bon. The men looked up to see the intertwined fingers of the guitarist and the singer. Angus eyes widened.

"We ... we're together." Malcolm murmured softly, looking shyly down at his shoes. Bon smiled and stroked Malcolm's hand with his thumb.

"You're what?" Phil asked puzzled.

"We're a couple." Malcolm breathed. "We belong together. I belong to Bon." Malcolm looked up and met the singer's eyes. Bon smiled.

"You said that nicely." Bon beamed.

"Do you guys accept us as a couple?" Malcolm asked quietly, looking at his friends.

"Holy shit." Cliff gasped and fell back into his seat.

"What is?" Asked Angus.

"It's ... if I expected everything, but certainly not that." Malcolm smiled tightly.

"So yes or no?" Bon asked impatiently.

"Yes, damn it!" Shouted Phil. "What did you expect?! It may be strange and a little weird that my best friends are going out now, but ... if you're in love then that's totally fine with me." Malcolm smiled.

"And you Cliff?" Asked Bon, looking at the bass player. Cliff shrugged.

"I don't care either. I'm happy for you guys."

"Thank you." Bon beamed.

"And ... you ... Angus?" Malcolm asked quietly, looking uncertainly at his brother. "D ... do you hate me now?" He asked softly. Angus looked at his brother for a long time.

"I can't hate you, Mal." Angus smiled and hugged Malcolm tightly. "Congratulations, Mal."

"Thank you, Ang!" Malcolm exclaimed happily, hugging Angus tightly. The two giggled.

"And now we want to see a kiss!" Exclaimed Phil.

"You're perverts." Bon grumbled.

"Hey! You let Malcolm fuck you yesterday! In a shared bedroom!" Bon and Malcolm froze. Phil giggled. "But we have forgiven you for that. Kiss now! Come on!" Malcolm chuckled and stood on tiptoe. Bon kissed him hard and the band clapped excitedly.

"Awwww." Angus cooed.

"I belong to you." Malcolm breathed against Bon's lips.

"And I belong to you." Bon smiled. Since that day, they never had the problem of having someone sleep on the floor again. The only problem was that Malcolm and Bon fucked each other at night. But they could handle that.

The End;