Angst always accompanied their passion.

"Bastard," Simon hissed, sinking his teeth into Robert's naked shoulder.

Cursing and groaning, they kissed and fondled, writhing as one.  "Damn you, Simon," Robert growled.  "Every time this happens, you hate me."

"Fuck me," Simon panted, writhing naked in Robert's arms.  Groaning, Robert thrust deeply into his friend.

His cock felt sooo good to Simon--hot and hard and thick. "I--ohhh, god, Robert...yessss."

Joined in a white-hot fury, they coupled madly.  "Kiss me," Robert pleaded, and Simon hungrily complied.

"Love you, Robert," Simon moaned against his bandmate's mouth.  Mad with lust, Robert barely heard him.  Now Simon wrapped his legs around Robert's waist, holding him captive.

"Oh god, Simon...oh yesss."

"Please...please make me come!"

Quickly Robert kissed him, silencing him.  Rutting on the floor of the bus was so dangerously erotic.  Sweat-slick bodies pounded together, cries filled the air again.

Twisting his head away Robert groaned.  "I can't--oh god, yes!"  Underneath him, Simon cried out, then arched sharply upward, impaling himself.  Violent spasms wracked them; they came as one, collapsing in each other's arms.

"Want to do it again after the show, Si?"

X-rated fantasies of wicked pleasures filled Simon's mind.  "Yes...oh, yes, Robert," he whispered.

Zealously, they kissed once more.