Tour, Chapter 16
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i_am_tl_drTitle: BIG GAY POP PUNK INTERNATIONAL TOUR: chapter 16
Characters: Quentin Kinley, Tyler Jordan Graham, Preston Brooks, Max Parker, Olivia Maheu
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1015
Notes: So close to the end!
Day 13: 9/24/15: Albany to Buffalo
“Let’s see it,” Max said in the morning, and Quentin gave him a puzzled look. Max held up a hand and wiggled his fingers, and Quentin blinked and looked down at his hands, a small smile coming over him as he held his left hand out. Max’s brows lifted. “Nice. Very nice.”
“Doesn’t look like a typical engagement ring,” Olivia said, and Tyler Jordan laughed.
“We’re not typical, why should the ring be?”
“I can’t say I’m surprised about this after the way you’ve been acting this whole time we’ve been on the road. I’m only surprised you didn’t ask him sooner.”
“It didn’t feel like the right time before,” Tyler Jordan said.
“I’m surprised you didn’t do it in front of a bunch of people,” Quentin said. “With your love of causing a scene.”
“You wouldn’t have liked it to be a big scene,” Tyler Jordan said. “I tried to do it without anyone else knowing about it. You do like keeping secrets.”
“You’re terrible at keeping secrets,” Quentin said fondly, and Tyler Jordan widened his eyes.
“Please, you had no idea I was gonna propose and I’d been planning that for months. I’m not that bad at keeping secrets. Give me some credit.”
“Maybe he had no idea, but everyone else knew it was coming,” Preston said. “Seriously. And it’s about time you made an honest woman out of him, you libertine.”
“Please stop before I have to hurt you,” Quentin said, and Preston lifted his hands in surrender.
“Seriously, Preston, how are you so good at saying the wrong thing when you’ve been hanging out with us for so long?” Olivia said. “Is your heterosexuality like an impenetrable shell around the part of your brain that understands gender and sexuality?”
“I’m just a dumb straight guy,” Preston said innocently. “I’m definitely not saying any of it for the humor potential. I’m just saying it cause I get off on it when Liv beats me up.” Tyler Jordan shot an amused glance at Quentin, who rolled his eyes.
“Ew,” Olivia said. “Uh, no offense. But no.”
“Am I not pretty enough for you? Come on, Liv, you’re so strong and domineering, how can I do anything but swoon?”
“Ew ew ew ew, ew,” Olivia said, closing their eyes and shaking their head. “Stop right now.”
“You know, I bet Emily would beat you up if you asked her to,” Tyler Jordan said. Preston grinned.
“Emily hits like a girl. I need that confusing genderfluid strength to really enjoy it,” Preston said, batting his eyes in Olivia’s direction. “What can I say, you’ve got me conditioned.”
“I am so profoundly uncomfortable right now,” Olivia said. “I don’t think any of you understand just how much.”
“Wait, I got this,” Quentin said, and he prowled up to Preston, looking like he was about to burst into laughter. “Liv’s not into it, but I promise you I’d be better at beating you up than they are,” he purred. Preston blinked, and Quentin leaned a little closer, curling his hand at the back of Preston’s neck. “I’ll even put my hair in pigtails if you need the genderbending.”
“Um…” Preston cast a wide-eyed look at Tyler Jordan. “Can you tell your fiance to stop?”
“Tell him to stop yourself,” Tyler Jordan said. “But he’s right, you know. He’s really good at causing just enough pain to still be really fun.”
“Please stop,” Preston said. “Red light, safeword, I’m done!” Quentin laughed as he took a step back. Olivia applauded.
“My hero,” they said. “Thank you, Quentin. Well done.”
“I had to get back in your good graces somehow,” he said. Preston shuddered.
“Quentin. Dude. Don’t do that again.”
“I was just proving a point,” Quentin said. “You’re so not my type.”
“You have a type?” Max asked. “Tall, dark, and boozy?”
“You wish. More like average height, dark, and very sweet,” Quentin said, grinning and coming over to lean against Tyler Jordan.
“He likes his men like he likes his coffee,” Tyler Jordan laughed. “Which doesn’t preclude boozy.”
“You’re my favorite grande dark roast with five pumps of cinnamon dolce,” Quentin cooed, and Tyler Jordan kissed his hair.
“Careful you don’t burn your tongue.”
“I’ll risk it.”
“I’m so glad this is the last day I have no choice but to be exposed to the two of you flirting,” Olivia said. “Cause I’m pretty sure I got diabetes on this trip.”
“Come on, they’re adorable,” Max said. “In kind of a scary way.”
“Tyler Jordan isn’t scary,” Preston said.
“Yeah, I know,” Max said. Quentin just smirked at him. “Honestly, I’m happy for the two of you.”
“Thank you,” Tyler Jordan said. “Come on, let’s hit the road. The sooner we get to Buffalo, the sooner we can get back to Detroit.”
“Logistically untrue,” Olivia said. “We still have a show tonight. We can’t leave Buffalo any earlier than before the show ends.”
“But we’re going back to Detroit right after we’re done with the show,” Quentin said. “Right? The next bed I sleep in will be my own?”
“Yes,” Max said fervently. “Yes. We’ll be home by 3 am. And then I’m going to sleep until 6pm.”
“I’m going to take a thirty minute shower,” Olivia said. “And then I’m going to pet every cat in the house before I pass out.”
“I’m going to call my dealer,” Preston said. “Priorities.”
“I’m pretty sure you don’t want to know what we’re going to do,” Tyler Jordan said, “but it’s not hard to guess.”
“Yeah, we all know,” Olivia said with a roll of their eyes. “Please don’t elaborate.”
“I’d like you to elaborate,” Quentin said. “Or, rather, to collaborate on these plans.”
“Don’t worry, Q, we’re going to be on the same page,” Tyler Jordan said, squeezing him. “But can we all get in the goddamn van and go now? Unless we have a reason to hang around Albany?”
“We have no reason whatsoever to hang around Albany,” Max said.
“Stellar, let’s get out of here then!”
Characters: Quentin Kinley, Tyler Jordan Graham, Preston Brooks, Max Parker, Olivia Maheu
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1015
Notes: So close to the end!
Day 13: 9/24/15: Albany to Buffalo
“Let’s see it,” Max said in the morning, and Quentin gave him a puzzled look. Max held up a hand and wiggled his fingers, and Quentin blinked and looked down at his hands, a small smile coming over him as he held his left hand out. Max’s brows lifted. “Nice. Very nice.”
“Doesn’t look like a typical engagement ring,” Olivia said, and Tyler Jordan laughed.
“We’re not typical, why should the ring be?”
“I can’t say I’m surprised about this after the way you’ve been acting this whole time we’ve been on the road. I’m only surprised you didn’t ask him sooner.”
“It didn’t feel like the right time before,” Tyler Jordan said.
“I’m surprised you didn’t do it in front of a bunch of people,” Quentin said. “With your love of causing a scene.”
“You wouldn’t have liked it to be a big scene,” Tyler Jordan said. “I tried to do it without anyone else knowing about it. You do like keeping secrets.”
“You’re terrible at keeping secrets,” Quentin said fondly, and Tyler Jordan widened his eyes.
“Please, you had no idea I was gonna propose and I’d been planning that for months. I’m not that bad at keeping secrets. Give me some credit.”
“Maybe he had no idea, but everyone else knew it was coming,” Preston said. “Seriously. And it’s about time you made an honest woman out of him, you libertine.”
“Please stop before I have to hurt you,” Quentin said, and Preston lifted his hands in surrender.
“Seriously, Preston, how are you so good at saying the wrong thing when you’ve been hanging out with us for so long?” Olivia said. “Is your heterosexuality like an impenetrable shell around the part of your brain that understands gender and sexuality?”
“I’m just a dumb straight guy,” Preston said innocently. “I’m definitely not saying any of it for the humor potential. I’m just saying it cause I get off on it when Liv beats me up.” Tyler Jordan shot an amused glance at Quentin, who rolled his eyes.
“Ew,” Olivia said. “Uh, no offense. But no.”
“Am I not pretty enough for you? Come on, Liv, you’re so strong and domineering, how can I do anything but swoon?”
“Ew ew ew ew, ew,” Olivia said, closing their eyes and shaking their head. “Stop right now.”
“You know, I bet Emily would beat you up if you asked her to,” Tyler Jordan said. Preston grinned.
“Emily hits like a girl. I need that confusing genderfluid strength to really enjoy it,” Preston said, batting his eyes in Olivia’s direction. “What can I say, you’ve got me conditioned.”
“I am so profoundly uncomfortable right now,” Olivia said. “I don’t think any of you understand just how much.”
“Wait, I got this,” Quentin said, and he prowled up to Preston, looking like he was about to burst into laughter. “Liv’s not into it, but I promise you I’d be better at beating you up than they are,” he purred. Preston blinked, and Quentin leaned a little closer, curling his hand at the back of Preston’s neck. “I’ll even put my hair in pigtails if you need the genderbending.”
“Um…” Preston cast a wide-eyed look at Tyler Jordan. “Can you tell your fiance to stop?”
“Tell him to stop yourself,” Tyler Jordan said. “But he’s right, you know. He’s really good at causing just enough pain to still be really fun.”
“Please stop,” Preston said. “Red light, safeword, I’m done!” Quentin laughed as he took a step back. Olivia applauded.
“My hero,” they said. “Thank you, Quentin. Well done.”
“I had to get back in your good graces somehow,” he said. Preston shuddered.
“Quentin. Dude. Don’t do that again.”
“I was just proving a point,” Quentin said. “You’re so not my type.”
“You have a type?” Max asked. “Tall, dark, and boozy?”
“You wish. More like average height, dark, and very sweet,” Quentin said, grinning and coming over to lean against Tyler Jordan.
“He likes his men like he likes his coffee,” Tyler Jordan laughed. “Which doesn’t preclude boozy.”
“You’re my favorite grande dark roast with five pumps of cinnamon dolce,” Quentin cooed, and Tyler Jordan kissed his hair.
“Careful you don’t burn your tongue.”
“I’ll risk it.”
“I’m so glad this is the last day I have no choice but to be exposed to the two of you flirting,” Olivia said. “Cause I’m pretty sure I got diabetes on this trip.”
“Come on, they’re adorable,” Max said. “In kind of a scary way.”
“Tyler Jordan isn’t scary,” Preston said.
“Yeah, I know,” Max said. Quentin just smirked at him. “Honestly, I’m happy for the two of you.”
“Thank you,” Tyler Jordan said. “Come on, let’s hit the road. The sooner we get to Buffalo, the sooner we can get back to Detroit.”
“Logistically untrue,” Olivia said. “We still have a show tonight. We can’t leave Buffalo any earlier than before the show ends.”
“But we’re going back to Detroit right after we’re done with the show,” Quentin said. “Right? The next bed I sleep in will be my own?”
“Yes,” Max said fervently. “Yes. We’ll be home by 3 am. And then I’m going to sleep until 6pm.”
“I’m going to take a thirty minute shower,” Olivia said. “And then I’m going to pet every cat in the house before I pass out.”
“I’m going to call my dealer,” Preston said. “Priorities.”
“I’m pretty sure you don’t want to know what we’re going to do,” Tyler Jordan said, “but it’s not hard to guess.”
“Yeah, we all know,” Olivia said with a roll of their eyes. “Please don’t elaborate.”
“I’d like you to elaborate,” Quentin said. “Or, rather, to collaborate on these plans.”
“Don’t worry, Q, we’re going to be on the same page,” Tyler Jordan said, squeezing him. “But can we all get in the goddamn van and go now? Unless we have a reason to hang around Albany?”
“We have no reason whatsoever to hang around Albany,” Max said.
“Stellar, let’s get out of here then!”
