Craig swigged down his water, set it heavily down on the table, and glanced over his lyrics.

Monte Money and Craig Mabbitt were holed up in the back of the tour bus, getting started on recording the vocals for their next album. Max and Robert were out God knows where, along with most of the crew. It was just the two of them.

"Let's get started on Bad Blood," Monte murmured. Craig stretched out on the small couch. "Sounds gooood," he trilled. He heaved himself up, put on the headphones, and positioned himself behind the mic.

Monte clicked, and the instrumental began to play.

"I feel there's something that's hidden inside, creeps up my spine and takes over my mind," Craig sang. "Was that good?"

Monte smiled shyly. "Perfect. Just take the pitch a bit higher on 'over'."

Craig grinned, and repeated the line. Monte was satisfied, and they moved on to the next lyric.

Two hours later, they finished the recording. Monte was a bit of a perfectionist, and Craig, although he was so tired he couldn't see straight, didn't want to let him down.

"Let's hear the whole track?" Craig prompted, plopping down beside Monte on the couch. Monte nodded and pushed play.

Craig's voice played strongly from the speakers, and as they listened, Craig softly rested his head on Monte's shoulder.

Monte chuckled and jokingly patted his hair. Craig purred and Monte laughed softly as the track came to an end.

"Any last thoughts?" Craig asked dreamily. Monte pulled at his blonde hair and tried to think. Thinking straight was hard when he was increasingly sleepy and he could feel Craig's firm body pressed against his. Wait-what?

"Monte?" Craig asked.

"Oh-um, I'm pretty happy with it, yeah,' he said quickly. Damn Monte, you need to get some sleep. You're not thinking right.

"I'm good with it,' Craig murmured, his voice getting quieter and quieter. Monte looked down at him, and realised he'd fallen asleep. His mouth was parted slightly, his cheeks delicately moving with each breath. His eyelids were fluttering-he was dreaming. What about?

Monte would have loved to study Craig's face all night. There was a kind of beauty in it that he appreciated-in a total heterosexual way, of course, he thought quickly- but his own eyes were about to close. He stretched, careful not to disturb his friend, gently rested his head on Craig's, and fell asleep.

"Dude, wake up."

Monte groaned, and snuggled closer to the warmth.

"Monte, Craig. Wake up!"

Monte slowly opened his eyes, to see Craig's brown eyes gazing into his. There was a moment of peaceful silence as their breath mingled, before they both realized the position they were in.

Their arms were around each other, and they were lying face-to-face on the couch. Their bodies were pressed up against each other, and their lips were only centimeters apart.

"Uh...morning,' Craig said awkwardly.

"Morning," Monte echoed, trying to figure out how the hell they'd gotten into that position.

They reluctantly let go of each other (it was a freezing morning), and scrambled to their feet. Robert was obviously trying to work out the same question as Monte.

"So…good night last night?" he asked, winking at them.

Monte laughed awkwardly, and disappeared to the shower. Which left Craig to explain.

"Sit down, sit down," Max ushered, trying not to laugh, "and tell us your tale of you and Bryan gettin' it on." Robert giggled and fell on the couch. Craig laughed sarcastically and plopped down on the floor beside Max.

"We were recording Bad Blood, and we fell asleep. Don't get your knickers in a twist."

Robert laughed out loud. "Knickers?"

Max giggled. "That's not all, Craigafer. I can tell."

Briefly, for a split second, Craig considered telling them everything. How he'd fallen head over heels for Monte a few months ago, and couldn't get back up. How Monte was all he ever thought about. How he was pretty sure he was in love.

"There's nothing," he said firmly.

"If you say so, Craig," Robert chuckled, rolling onto his back.