For The Rats (One-Shots)

Truth or Dare?

A/N: This one goes out to my---   Uh..   Shh.      Let's avoid a snitchuation, I swear all of you to silence. What happens in wattpad stays in wattpad. K? Cool beans. (i love youuu) 
xxxxxx I'm Ben. 

After the show, we were all laughing and joking, piled together and crammed in the front of our tour bus. The strong scent of alcohol reeked on us all, covering up any body odor from Danny. As the best metal band to grace this earth, we took pride in our ability to outdrink the guys of Black Veil Brides. There were bottles everywhere. 

We sat in somewhat of a circle, some of the guys sitting nearly on top of each other to be able to sit in such a small area. I was pinched between James and Danny, Cam and Sam were across from me with CC and Ashley. The thought surfaces in the back of my mind, of putting my back to Danny's chest. He could put his arms around my neck, and we could just sit like that. And he'd never even know, never have a clue in that daft head of his. 

Truth is, I admired Danny. I have since we moved in together back in England, before we came to the United States. Before everything, really. I had a certain fondness for him, regardless of what stupid shit he was on or how drunk he was. No matter what he did, I still loved him. But I knew Danny likes girls, and I didn't stand a chance. I was fine with that, I'd accepted my fate. Besides, dating in the band never goes well, I can only imagine what it's like to be in one of those bands when the couple breaks up. 

I twist away from Danny, relaxing my back into James instead. He shifts to hold me, and I grin to myself as I swing my legs up to drape across Danny's lap. 

I tilt my head back to look up at James, smiling at him as I finger my beer. 

"Are you my girlfriend now?" James asks me, and I nod. 

"Obviously, man," I answer, catching Andy snicker across the bus. I look at him. 

"What?" I ask, raising my arms to gesture at myself. "I'm pretty enough, aren't I?" 

The guys laugh, snickering as the Whiskey of Dares is passed around to Ashley. Ashley eyes me with a mischevious grin, his eyes sparkling. 

"Ben," he says, and I grin, giddy with excitement. I tilt my beer back and take a swig, my eyes not leaving the bassist's face. I'm a happy little boy sometimes. "Truth or Dare." 

"Dare," I announce, picking a leg off of Danny's lap and placing it on the floor. My back peels away James' chest as I lean forward, reaching out to take the half-empty whiskey bottle from Ashley. 

"I dare you to French kiss Danny," he dares. "Until I say stop." 

My heart spikes, but I play it off with a shrug. It wasn't the first time we've kissed. "Alright," I agree, taking my swig from the bottle without an ounce of hesitation. I feel the warmth run down my throat, heating up my body as I look at Danny and screw the lid back on, giving him a suggestive eyebrow. Was it just me, or did he seem weird? 

I set the bottle on the floor next to my foot, scooting my leg down over Danny's lap and leaning closer, hearing CC whistle. Everyone's eyes were on us. 

I breathe out softly, my hair falling around my face in a fluffy mess as I smile at him momentarily. Oh, lord I better savor this. 

I lean forward quickly, as if to appear natural and cool to the others. To look casual and careless. Just over here, kissing my best friend. I secretly love him, don't let anyone know. 

And when our lips part, his skin sliding against mine, it's bliss. Bliss I can't let show. 

I hear cheering erupt in the background and someone whistles as I slip my tongue into Danny's mouth. But instead of kissing back and laughing about it, Danny freezes. I continue to kiss him in a way that would be as dramatic and funny as possible, but part of me wanted him to like it too. I still wanted to enjoy this.