One Shots

Uncertainty (1)

"What the hell's going on in here?" A loud voice came from the other side of the hotel room.

Brandon and Weston quickly made space between them, even though David already saw them together. The two were sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard and each other, watching a movie before they were interrupted.

"How the hell did you get in?" Brandon responded in an annoyed tone.

"Rob," the band's manager, "has a key to all of our rooms. I wanted to see what you were up to, if you wanted to hang out. But it seems you're already preoccupied," he sounded upset, and he looked disgusted.

"You could've knocked first," Brandon told him plainly. He was annoyed at his bandmate for barging in without any sort of permission. He was trying to focus on that more than the panic that was building up. There was a reason he hadn't come out to the other members of the band.

"Noted. So, when were you gonna tell us about..." he waved his hand around.

Brandon sighed. "I wasn't."

"Don't you think that's something your bandmates and friends should know? You know, the people you spend all your time with?"

"Not when I know those people are homophobic," he said with venom in his voice, angry at his bandmate's reaction. "It's obviously information that you're better off not knowing, so you'll treat me like any other human being. And you have the nerve to get upset that I didn't tell you? I'm sorry I didn't want my only friends and colleagues to hate me."

David said in a low tone, "I'm telling the others," before leaving the room and slamming the door behind him.

Brandon let out a loud sigh. Weston held his arms out toward the other boy. Wordlessly, Brandon slumped over and let Weston comfort him. He rubbed a hand up and down Brandon's arm and gently kissed his hair.

"I'm sorry they found out," Brandon mumbled a few minutes later.

"Funny, I was going to say the same thing to you."

That resulted in a small, half-smile from Brandon. "Thank you for not running away."

"Hey." Weston put a hand on his face and turned his head, so the two of them made eye contact. "You're stuck with me. I haven't even had my fifteen minutes of fame yet."

This time, Brandon let out a loud laugh, which was exactly what Weston was hoping for, and joked back, "I'm sorry you being my dirty, little secret hasn't gotten you the success you were looking for."

"That's okay." He shrugged. "You'll suffice for now."

Brandon rolled his eyes, a smile still on his face, and leaned in to give Weston a kiss. It lasted a few moments longer than initially planned, but Brandon wasn't complaining.

He wasn't sure what would happen the next time he saw his bandmates. He knew it wouldn't be pretty. But right now, he was content where he was in his boyfriend's arms.