Hello so uh first things first, if you are a member of ETF reading this and you're really creeped out…I'm sorry. I don't want to be creepy, I just love to write, and I love ETF. I also have a bad habit of shipping band members.

If you're not a member of ETF, have fun you little creepster.

Robert sleepily shoved his key into his hotel room's door. It swung open, and he walked in. He took off his leather jacket, turned the corner, and stopped, rolling his eyes at the sight on his bed.

Max was lying on his back in the middle of the big bed, snoring gently. The only thing covering him was a bit of sheet across his waist.

Max had a habit of getting confused in hotels and thinking someone else's room was his. They all had keys to each other's rooms in case of emergency.

Robert half-heartedly threw his jacket at Max to wake him up. It landed on his stomach, and Max kept snoring. He had a reputation of sleeping like a log.

Then Robert remembered the promise Max had made last time he'd fallen asleep in Robert's bed.

"Look, dude, if I do it again, just fuckin, I don't know…pierce my face or something to teach me a lesson. Hah, do that!"

Robert walked quietly over to his bag, and pulled out a sterilized needle and a ring.

He crept to the bed, trying to stop the chains on his black jeans clinking, climbed on, and straddled Max, trying to ignore the fact that the only thing separating Max's naked body from his was a sheet. He leant over Max's relaxed face, positioned the needle, and swiftly plunged it through Max's lip, quickly pulling it out and replacing it with a ring.

Max's eyes fluttered open, and Robert felt his friend's hands rest on his lower back, absent-mindedly playing with the tips of his curly hair.

"Dude...did you just give me another snake bite…?" He slurred sleepily.

Robert leaned back slightly and grinned. "Yup."

Max growled in mock anger, and lurched sideways. Robert, who was still straddling him, yelped and flailed in the sheets. Max's arms snaked around his waist, and he slid on top of Robert, trapping him.

"Hah."

"Dude! You're not wearing anything!" Robert squawked.

"So?" Max asked breathlessly. Their faces were centimeters apart.

Robert stared up at Max, panting slightly. They were now covered in the sheet, in their own private cave.

"Uh, you're bleeding," Robert said suddenly. Max took his hand off Robert's waist and felt his lip.

"Shit, I don't think I pierced it properly," Robert said in concern. Max laughed, in a quiet rumble that vibrated against Robert's body. "I've had worse."

Blood dripped from Max's lip, and landed on Robert's. Neither of them made any move to remove it.

Max flicked his head slightly, getting his brown hair out of his face. Then, not breaking eye contact with Robert's dark brown eyes, he moved slowly down and kissed him passionately.

Robert froze for a second, and then slowly started kissing him back. Deep, deep down, a part of him had kind of always wanted this.