[BORDERLINE BONDAGE] be your everything.

[hunter parish holt]

Hunter sat down at the table they'd set up so the band wouldn't have to sit and eat their catering in the grass. "Maybe I just don't like mayo, Britt. Why do you always insist on asking?" She asked, looking over at their tour manager.

"It's weird." He said, handing her her sandwich. She shrugged, unwrapping it.

"No one else is complaining, mister cucumber on your sandwich." She teased.

[trez matthew steele]

Trez yawned as he sat down at the table. He had got up to approach some fans that kept calling out to them. Sean was still over taking pictures and Trez watched with a smile before ruffling Hunter's hair. He nudged Zain gently before pulling a pickle from his sandwich and throwing it at Brandon.

"Ew, you're so gross Trez."

"Am not." He stuck his tongue out, smirking as Hunter and Britton bantered. While they were arguing he grabbed the mayonaise for himself, jumping as Sean approached and smacked him in the shoulder. "It's okay Hunter, I don't like jizz on my sandwich either."

Trez wrinkled his nose, elbowing the singer in the leg.

[hunter parish holt]

"Only your's, Sean." Hunter said with a smirk, taking a bite out of her sandwich. She heard Britt gag, looking over to see him pushing his sandwich away. "If anything, Sean's gay. And besides. I always like Trez better."

"When you aren't blowing Sean." Britt said, getting up to grab a bottle of water. Hunter just chuckled, wrinkling her nose. She took another bite of her sandwich, opening it up to rearrange the pickles on it.

"Your show today was awesome. Aside from it being hot as fuck." Hunter said, looking over at Trez.

[trez matthew steele]

Sean laughed as Britton gagged, then shook his head at Hunter stubbornly. "Only guys get to have a peek down there," He complained in hallenge before grabbing his sanwich and sitting down next to Zayne and Brandon.

Trez chuckled, leaning back. "Mm, yeah." His felt nauseous from being in the heat all day, and after a bite of his food, decided he really was 't that hungry right now.

[hunter parish holt]

Hunter took another bite of her sandwich, reaching over for her soda bottle. She unscrewed the cap, taking a slow drink of it. "We can go catch a movie if you want. You'll be in the air conditioning. And it won't be so hot tomorrow, so that's a plus." She said, glancing over at him. She groaned as Britt sat down again, nudging her with his elbow. She nudged him back, tossing a napkin his way.

[trez matthew steele]

"Sure," He agreed, resting hus cheek on the table and closing his eyes. He just wanted to be safe, with how epileptic he was. He watched the others goofing around, Sean getting flirty with Britton, and smirked.

[hunter parish holt]

Hunter reached over, gently rubbing his thigh in hopes it would make him feel a little better. She knew the heat was enough to get to him. She smiled to herself, looking over at Britton talking to Sean, obviously oblivious to his flirting. She leaned over, kissing Trez's cheek gently. "I'm pretty sure they got a thing for each other." She whispered in his ear, giving him another kiss before she sat up.

[trez matthew steele]

Trez smiled faintly at the kisses on his cheek. "Mm, yeah. I think Sean is starstruck." He laughed softly, lazily stretching his arms across the table, his eyes scanning the two, how happy Sean seemed.

[hunter parish holt]

"Maybe." She said quietly, swatting at Britt as popped her in the arm.

"Stop kissing on Trez!" He said, and she pouted, laying her head on his back.

"But you got Sean. I want Trez." She complained, slowly running her hand up and down his side. She closed her eyes, listening to him breathing.

[trez matthew steele]

Trez drew in a slow breath, eyes closing warily so he could just listen. He smirked some as he listened to Hunter.