Author’s Note: I refuse to believe that none of the members of MCR have never gotten up to something, anything, with a bandmate. All that time on the tour bus.

These are five very short tales of the things that MCR (have probably never) gotten up to in their tour bus bathroom. Ordered from most raunchy to least.

TALES FROM THE TOUR BUS BATHROOM

Ray walks unsuspectingly into the bathroom to be greeted by the sight of Frank with his hand down his pants.

“Oh shit, sorry, man.”

Frank opens his eyes, “Would you suck me off, Toro?”
“Uh…what? Like, right now?”

“Right now.”

“Um…shit, I…”

“It’s a yes or no question.”

Ray gets down on his knees…

Gerard stands in the shower, his head tipped back to soak his hair.

Frank strides into the bathroom and stops dead, dropping the t-shirt he just took off onto the floor.

He stairs until Gerard turns around to face the water then gets into the shower behind him. He presses his body against Gerard’s back, his jeans growing heavy, soaking through…

Bob sighs, drained, the arm he’d been bracing himself against the wall with shaking.

He thought about him again, the whole time.

Goddamn Mikey…

Ray sits on the bathroom floor, leaning back against the wall, and smoking.

The other guys think that he smokes a lot less than he actually does and Ray intends to keep it that way.

Mikey smells cigarette smoke on his way past and eases the bathroom door open. Ray looks up guiltily, caught in the act.

“Relax, Toro. I won’t tell if you won’t tell.”

“Tell what?”

Mikey grabs the front of Ray’s shirt and pulls him forward, kissing him hard.

“…I won’t tell”…

Bob and Gerard reach the bathroom door at the same time.

“Rock, paper, scissors.”

Gerard throws rock, Bob; paper.

“Paper wraps rock” Bob closes his hand over Gerard’s clenched fist, letting it linger there just that little bit too long…