Kinktober day 2 = Coming untouched - ft. Gerard, Frank, Ray, Mikey x fem. reader
Tour bus era (what tour is up to you) → reader is flicking it (not very lowkey unfortunately) and is heard by the guys (how embarrassing). They can’t seem to ignore it and take matters into their own hands (though not rlly hands bc they don’t wanna be heard, UNLIKE SOME PEOPLE, they take advantage of their resources though.)
3.7K words - watched Criminal Minds season 5 episode 9 while writing this. Very sad.
Nobody ever talks about the lack of privacy when living on a bus. The issue, recognized by everyone–but never commented on, lingered in the air whenever it was obvious somebody needed or wanted privacy.
There were days when you’d come back from a show, all huddled together from having a good time, and stinking of sweat, smoke, and whatever fried goods were purchased for lunch.
Ray made a comment during your first road trip with them about your luck, as this tour bus was equipped with a decent bathroom and shower.
You supposed that much you were grateful for. You’d heard enough of past stories of when they were just starting out to infer just how much they reeked pre- and post-show. They never failed to mention how the entire first show-van sort of maintained that rankness throughout the years.
They made jokes about how unbelievably close they got after living in a bus for so long; any sense of privacy between them was, unfortunately, to some, long gone by their second week of traveling.
That closeness–you supposed you could call it closeness–ended up making its way to you eventually. And, as much as you loved the guys, and they loved you, you liked it more when they respected your space and kept away their dirty boy-grime, giving you the utmost privacy when it came to anything changing or showering-related when you’d request it.
That tiny sliver of privacy was sometimes interrupted by one of them forgetting to knock to make sure all was decent before barging in and slamming the door open. They’d forget the reason for entering the van as soon as they saw you in whatever embarrassing situation they were unfortunate enough to walk into, and quickly shut the door after squeaking an apology.
This particular night had been one of the best in terms of performance and audience. Everyone felt it, which resulted in a night of celebration in whichever restaurant was the first one to catch everyone's attention.
With full bellies and the remaining post-show buzz, everyone made their way back to the bus, exhausted and itching for their beds, hoping to unwind a bit before sleeping to prepare for another early start to the day tomorrow.
As soon as the door was opened, everyone settled into their nighttime routine. Mikey and Ray seemed to be the only ones getting ready to take a shower, aware of their stench and silently judging Frank and Gerard, who’d agreed that it’d make more sense for them to shower in the morning.
“Will you be showering?” asked Ray, which made everyone else turn their heads, waiting for your answer, but lowkey begging you with their eyes not to say yes. Seems like nobody wanted to wait thirty minutes outside in the dark while you showered and dressed yourself.
They’d do it if you asked them to, but preferred it if you didn’t, just for tonight.
“No, don’t worry, I won’t make you guys suffer.” You joked as you made your way to the bathroom door before Ray had the chance to make his way there, picking your sleepwear and an extra pair of underwear to change into, wanting to feel at least a bit cleaner.
Now, nobody on that bus was a virgin; But the life of musicians means oftentimes, you weren’t able to hold any sort of stable relationship for a long time. It was a bit easier for them to find someone to keep them occupied for one night, but still, it was hard due to their schedules, nerdiness, and need for sleep after a show.
So when they all noticed you weren’t necessarily keeping the underwear you were changing into better hidden, their heads turned the opposite direction, avoiding the fact that they saw the lacey material in the center, where your mound would be.
You entered the bathroom after telling Ray you’d only take a minute, too tired to fully register what was wrong with your bandmates.
Back in the living area of the bus, everyone’s face flushed a light shade of pink. None of them commented on what they saw, much less what they were thinking about. And the awkwardness stemming from the shared experience and disgusting thoughts running through their heads made it too embarrassing to look at each other.
Ray took it upon himself to take advantage of you being gone, peeling off his dirty clothes and wrapping himself up in a towel to wait for you to get out; ever since you joined, they vowed to try their best not to make you uncomfortable by changing in front of you.
After a couple of minutes of you being inside the bathroom, Ray found himself right in front of the door, quietly knocking at it for you to get out.
Which you did shortly after, crashing into his naked chest and quickly recovering yourself, murmuring a small ‘sorry’ before shyly moving around him and settling into the foot of your bed, listening in to the small talk Gerard and Mikey were engaging in.
Frank caught your eye from the corner he was finishing changing in before smiling at you, “You were awesome today.” he climbed onto his own bed before continuing, “I especially liked all of the winks you threw to the cameras.”
He gargled a laugh when you threw a stuffed animal his way, closing the curtains that separated his bed from the rest of you.
Everyone soon followed in his suit, saying quick goodnights and closing the curtains to their respective beds, tired from all the bouncing around on stage and hoping to catch some sleep before another round tomorrow.
It felt like hours of tossing and turning before you decided to hop out of your bed and make your way to your bag, thinking that a movie may be the key to helping you fall asleep.
With laptop and headphones in hand, you made your way back towards your bed, hoping the creaks coming from the floors wouldn’t wake anyone up.
Twenty minutes into the movie, and you were still restless. Your hand lay on the soft of your tummy when you got the idea; a quick orgasm always seemed to ease you down for a good night’s rest. And now that you were really thinking about it, you couldn’t exactly remember the last time you’d taken care of yourself in that aspect–or have had anyone else do so, for that matter–way too busy to do such things.
Making up your mind, you peeked your head to look out your curtain, double-checking that everyone was in their respective bunks and dead-snoring before switching the tab on your laptop.
With limited time, an urgent need to cum and sleep, and Busty Asians dot-com on your new tab, you went to town.
The soft gasps and rustling from within your bunk eventually ended up waking your top bunkmate, Mikey, who, for the sake of his own sanity, prayed you weren’t doing what he thought you were doing.
The louder you got, the more his resolve withered; With his dick hard and not easy to ignore anymore, he slipped it out of his briefs as quietly as possible and started to tease himself as well.
Eventually, the combined sounds coming from both of you ended up waking Frank up, who, as soon as he peeked out of his bed, was met with the sight of Ray, who was already shamelessly peeking out of his bed, eyes rolling and head twisting into his pillow to muffle a moan.
Frank’s frantic moving made Gerard eventually wake up. As the last one to do so, it didn’t take him long to figure out what was happening throughout the bus. He silently thanked the lords above for giving him the bed right across from yours; he had a near-perfect view of the small gap in your curtain, letting everyone see the faces you were making.
The only ones who’d acknowledged what was happening between everyone seemed to be Ray and Frank, who’d locked eye contact for a couple of seconds before looking away; the shame of what they were doing was too big. They didn’t show signs of stopping, though, too pent up to do so– right on the same boat as you.
It was glaringly obvious that everyone had a hard time getting laid recently. On tour, one of the biggest problems was always a lack of privacy and personal space. Voyeuring in on friends was, apparently, the only thing left possible.
At around the hour mark, everyone but you had come at least twice. They were unfortunate enough tonight to find out you liked to tease yourself for hours. Your stamina and self-control were too much for them; though they wanted nothing more than to go to sleep, they were unable to (or perhaps unwilling?) to successfully drift off due to your gasps and whines making their cocks harden once more.
Fifteen minutes later, they could tell you were reaching your end; your whines got a lot louder. And after collecting the slick gushing out of your cunt, your pace intensified significantly.
Ray felt himself become dizzier by the minute, the sweat on his forehead making his curls stick to it and his neck. Left with little energy, his dick stood untouched by him and lay flat on his stomach. The redness of his tip heavily contrasted with the surrounding milky-white remnants of drying cum he hadn’t wiped off yet.
He listened in on your pants and soft ‘pleases’ to edge him on, completely tired to do much of anything but lie there and let the soft waves of pleasure consume him–making their way from his leaking cock up to his head, overriding all of his senses and forcing all of his focus on you and his dick.
His mind played various scenes of what you might look like right now. Scenarios of you underneath him played deliciously in his mind, completely under his mercy as he ate you out for hours while pumping his fingers in and out of you. His mind especially focused on your thighs and tits, how he’d love to kiss and nip at them both before delving right in, begging you to tug on his hair and ride his face as you see fit to make yourself cum. His eyes rolled as he shuddered at the thought of you squirting in his face, drenching him in your juices for him to clean off with his tongue.
Frank was aware that he was the whiniest out of all of you. The amount of whines that were spilling out of you shamelessly were nothing compared to the ones he was half-successfully muffling with his pillow. But at that point, so late into the night and sleep-deprived, he simply did not care who heard him. Just like Ray, his cock stood proudly, flushing red at the tip and drooling even after cumming onto his sheets three times by now. His briefs were long discarded by now, forgotten at the very edge of his bed. And his shirt? Bunched up to be used as a makeshift gag to further muffle his constant moans and whines for you.
He dared not touch his dick, knowing that his body was capable of just cumming from the muscle contractions of his lower belly. He loved edging himself just as much as he’d love to edge you, too. His eyes rolled to the very back of his head, and drool slipped out of his mouth and seeped into his shirt. He wondered how you’d react to him asking you to be mean to him. He hoped you’d enjoy spitting into his mouth before he went down on you, or controlling the speed of how you fucked and teasing his tip by hovering right above it, brushing against it so lightly until he starts crying.
Being right above you meant Mikey was able to hear your sounds better than the rest of them. Though he couldn’t really enjoy the view like the others were doing, he vowed to thank God every day for letting him get the bunk right above yours.
The squelches of your fingers moving rapidly in and out of you motivated him to keep going. Though his dick was raw and majorly overstimulated, he had no intention to stop his shallow thrusts against his pillow. There was nothing in his mind other than your pretty moans, loving the soft gasps that you let out whenever you surprised yourself at how good something felt.
His cheeks burned, and his drool dripped from his open mouth onto his sheets, praying that you’d cum soon so that the cloud of horniness that now possessed him could leave him. He was always extra interested in you, hoping that you’d notice the subtle ways he was yearning for your attention. He loved it when you played with his hair after concerts, and all of you would have a movie night.
His eyes closed, focusing on your sounds and the pictures of you in his mind as he caressed his own hair before roughly tugging on it, pretending it was you who was doing it to him. He twisted and shuddered, suppressing a heavy groan. His mind could focus on nothing but images of your tits on his mouth, sucking and licking them until you were sensitive.
Gerard was a lot bolder, preferring to ogle at you while he took care of himself. Being a lot pervier than his friends meant that he had a couple of toys he kept semi-hidden in his bunk bed, which only Frank had the misfortune of finding while snooping around his bed.
His favorite to use on himself was a small vibrator he could easily slip into himself and onto his dick, controlling everything with a small remote. The stimulation he got from it and your sounds combined were enough to make him cum more times than he’d like to admit to anyone.
He wasn’t too worried about the soft sounds the toy made while vibrating; the sounds of his personal fan inside his bunk and everyone else were more than enough to drown it out tonight.
His half-lidded eyes found your closed ones, swearing to himself that he’d do everything in his power to recreate those sounds with you. He wondered what you’d taste like, if you’d squirt in his mouth if he were to overstimulate you. Or would you prefer to overstimulate him?
His head conjured up scenarios with you; you, rolled onto your stomach, ass in the air for him to use however he’d like. How his big hands would perfectly fit on your waist, fingers relishing the curves from your upper back to your ass, slapping it as hard as he could so that he could see the red hand marks turn purple over the days.
Whines and groans could be heard throughout the bus; the only reason you were still unaware of the goons right beside you was because of the headphones you were wearing. Heavy pants fell from your lips, legs sweaty and hair on your face, you fastened your pace.
“Oh please, please…” You begged nobody. Fingers from one hand pumping in and out of you, the fingers from the other hand focused on your nipples.
You missed having dick inside of you.
Everyone’s pace matched yours now, knowing that you were close, wanting to cum at the same time to convince themselves it was them helping you out.
Ray kept an eye on you, stomach down and slightly pressing his erection into his bed to alleviate the pain. His hands were up in prayer, focusing on not touching himself while he listened to your sounds. Those sounds which constantly sent waves of pleasure down his dick, making his eyes roll to the top of his head and cheeks turn rosy pink. Though having come multiple times, his dick still dripped pre-cum, aching for your warm cunt or lips. He was absolutely embarrassed at all of the sounds coming out of him at this moment, never imagining being capable of such whines.
Frank was on the same boat as Ray, contracting his lower muscles to help himself out, slightly messing with the sticky tip of his cock for better edging, which resulted in tears from overstimulation peeking out the corner of his eyes. Your name fell out of his lips in soft prayer, desperately wanting your touch on him. He didn’t even care what part of him you decided to touch, but he hoped you focused your attention on him–just him. Touching and caressing his face while he fucked into you, whispering sweet nothings into his ear to make him shiver.
Mikey was still rutting into his pillow, using all of his might to not unnecessarily whine too loud and startle you. The tears in his eyes ran until landing on his bed sheets, mixing in with the drool of his mouth. Both his hands were busy teasing himself by pulling his hair and pressing lightly on his neck. He cursed to himself when he felt his orgasm fast approaching, not sure if he was going to be able to hold odd until you were done. So he squeezed the tip of his cock, hoping that the pressure would calm his excitement just a bit before you were done.
Gerard was a mess; having the best view of you and his toy vibrating all around him brought the most powerful orgasms he’d ever experienced. His remote sat at the palm of his hands and the intensity was at the highest setting he could set it to without alerting anyone of the sound. His back was directly on the bed, refusing to touch himself in any way, letting his cock twitch and gush with each groan coming out of you. He groaned when he saw your fastening pace, mind conjuring filthy scenarios he was sure would send even an experienced pornstar into shock.
Your stomach twisted, your pleas and huffs now ragged as you kept watching the video entertaining you for the past hour or so. Your eyes were on it, but your mind was completely concentrating on something else. Between the horniness and lack of sleep, you weren’t even sure what you wanted at that point. The faster you rubbed, the more desperate you got for your release; tears formed at the corners of your eyes from edging yourself for so long.
Your mind went briefly to your friends on the other side of your curtain. You weren’t blind, you knew how attractive they were–the fans definitely knew. And it wasn’t too long ago that you discovered they’d write about scenarios they’d like for you to recreate with them.
You wondered if they’d like some of the things that people have written about them. You wondered if they even thought of you in that way; being the only girl on the bus definitely made you wonder if they had thought of you the way you were thinking about them right now.
Images of what you wanted flashed through your head: you wanted Gerard to mark you up, wanted Frank to look up at you with his big, pleading eyes, Ray using his big hands to make you cum, reaching much farther than what your fingers were capable of, and Mikey pleading to you to let him cum.
Eventually, you let everything wash over you, doing your best to muffle any moans coming out of you, fingers steady on their movements, and body curling into itself from the intensity of your orgasm.
Your attempts at silence were in vain as your mates were able to hear the small, repetitive moans and ‘fucks’ spilling out of you.
Gerard was the first one to cum, having his toy set to the highest setting truly did not help his efforts of waiting until after you came to cum. Your name fell effortlessly from his lips; hot spurts shot from his cock and onto his bed and belly. Final images of you on your knees waiting for his cum to fall on your mouth flashed everywhere as he slumped onto his bed, discarding the dirty toy to the corner until tomorrow.
Two thrusts were all Mikey needed, arms hugging the pillow he was humping and teeth biting into his lips, forcing himself to stay quieter than his idiot bandmates, who had no shame in what they were doing. His whines were so high-pitched, he was sure one of them was going to comment on it tomorrow. But he was too blissed out from the choking and hair-pulling he put himself through to care.
Ray was the third one to cum; with his eyebrows scrunched and mouth agape, he whoreishly moaned your name out loud as his dick shot what little cum he had left inside him. He stared directly at your face as it contorted from the pleasure while coming down from his own high, enamored with the jolts you’d do every once in a while.
Frank was the last one to join in. Scratching at his bedsheets, he begged you to let him cum; the imaginary version of you he’d conjured up in his mind while teasing himself, that is. He joined in on your ‘pleases’ and added your name to that, twisting and turning until he came all over himself. If anyone were to find out he wanted you to dominate him and control when he came, he’d simply cease to exist.
After a couple of minutes of nothing but heavy panting from everyone, you disconnected your headphones and closed the tab you were in and peeked out of your curtain.
Finding no signs of anyone being up, you made your way towards the bathroom, wanting to take a piss and refresh before falling asleep.
Everyone else outside the bathroom was dead quiet, unwilling to look out their curtains in case they made eye contact with each other. Silent shame radiated from everyone–at the same time, a rivalry to see who would be the lucky one to swoon you started brewing.
Announcement: MCR 2026 tour project I haven’t been able to post about bc of my break: go to @kaeyam_ro for more info. It’s pretty cool and involves most tour dates i think.
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