Russian Roulette

Part 18

(Reader POV)

Paul held your face in his hands as he looked you over from the hit. You could see the sadness in his dark brown eyes, and you reached out your hand to stroke his face. He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his lustful look for you was back, as you leaned forward to kiss him. The singer pulled away and looked at the door and then back at you with a shocked look on his face.

"Your boyfriend just stormed out of here after accidentally punching you in the face, and you are kissing me right now in his room. What if he comes back? I don't want to fight him, but I will," Paul said, looking down at you.

"Fine, take me back to you room. Take me anywhere. Just get me away from this room and him." You replied.

"I'm going to take you to our doctor on our floor. I think he broke your nose, Y/N. He definitely has a nasty right hook," Paul said, holding his jaw.

You got off the bed and looked at the singer, shaking your head before moving his hand and kissing the spot where a bruise was already forming on his jawline. He grinned and then took your hand and pulled you back to the bed, putting his hand on your thigh. You looked at him, seeing the gears turning in his head, and you wondered what on earth the younger man could be thinking.

"How about a few days away like we planned? The band will be fine without me for a couple of days. Lets go to my house in New York. I want to take you on a motorcycle trip to my favorite spot near the lake. Just pack your stuff and let's go without telling anyone. What do you say?" The singer asked.

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(Joe POV)

The guitarist let out a shaky breath as he came up to a familiar hotel room door. He banged on the door three times before stepping back. Joe couldn't believe everything that had taken place in the last ten minutes. It was obvious he was losing the love of his love, but he could help but think that his heart was being pulled in another direction. Steven opened the door, looking shocked to see the disheveled guitarist in front of him..

"Can we get high, please?" Joe asked, as he pushed past the singer.

"Sure I wasn't sleeping or anything," Steven replied

"We can sleep after we do some H," the guitarist said

"Heroin? You must have had a fucked up day. Talk to me while I set everything up.

Joe took a seat on the unmade bed and let out a deep sigh as he watched his bandmate go to the dresser. Steven turned to him and flashed a smile before making up a syringe. The guitarist thought over the day wondering how much to tell Steven about and how much the younger man rather just keep to himself.

"So are you going to talk or just stare at my ass all day?" Steven asked through the mirror

"I think I figured out what I rather do to take my mind off all of this," Joe replied, as he stood up from the bed

The guitarist made his way over to the dresser and put both of his hands on Steven's hips. The older man cocked his head to the side and smiled up at him. Joe closed his eyes and pressed his lips against the singers. Steven responded back immediately and deepened the kiss by biting the guitarist's lip. Joe moaned into the kiss and pulled the singer closer to him,, as he pushed his tongue into the Stevens' mouth. The two stayed locked together for what seemed like an eternity, just kissing back and forth, until Joe lifted the Steven up and put him on the dresser.

"What are you doing?" Steven asked

"I don't want to talk. I just want to fuck you until I can't see straight anymore. Help me forget about her please, Stevie?" Joe begged.

Steven nodded his head and pulled joe back into a kiss. The room was filled with heavy breathing and moans from each man, as they crossed the line from best friends to lovers as Joe picked up the singer and moved him to the bed. Each man removing each article of clothing from the other. Joe didn't know what to think of the situation. All he knew is he was finding himself falling for his best friend.