Brad walked into the studio, he was in pain. Yesterday was Thursday, and Thursdays according to Tristan were days when Brad would enjoy the pain of Tristan's cock up his ass.
It was the next morning that drove Brad insane, he had no idea how he was supposed to get through the day. But it didn't drive Brad away, it made him want more, he came back every night. He blamed it on Tristan, Tristan had made him into a whore. A slut. But he didn't mind. He liked it.
Tristan grinned as he saw Brad, hobble in. He rushed over to the boy. He quickly kissed him, before anyone saw. Brad looked up, expecting to see dark blue eyes, filled with lust, staring back at him, but instead he saw concerned, caring ones.
"You okay?" Asked Tristan. Brad nodded and frowned, as Tristan took his hand leading him to sit down. When Tristan saw the frown on the younger boys face, he sighed. "You are my boyfriend, I have to look after you, even if it was me that caused that hobble."
Brad blushed furiously, even when Tristan didn't mean to, he turned Brad on.
Tristan kissed the boy, deeper. Brad felt himself shiver, Tristan's kisses were always good, always made him crave the older boy. "Oi love birds!" Said Connor appearing, through a door.
He walked in and Tristan pulled away, from Brad. "James needs you."
Tristan nods, ruffling Brad's hair and then leaving him with Connor.
Brad's lips felt lonely, if he could he would kiss Tristan and never let go. He felt so alive, the need for the older boy running through his veins, in his blood.
In his groin too.
Brad sighed. Why does it always have to be like this? He thinks to himself. Why does he always end up so horny?
Tristan suddenly appeared in the doorway again, "You're both needed as well."
Brad nods and Connor marches over, enthusiastic as always.
Brad walks through, and Tristan gently squeezed his ass, enough to make Brad gasp a little.
"Tris." Brad hissed.
"Remember the rules." Tristan whispers, his hand still hovering over Brad's ass.
Brad moved forward.
"Brad we need you to record this..." Said James, holding a piece of paper in front of Brad. Brad nodded and steps into the booth and putting on headphones.
"So just the chorus right?" Asked Brad and James nodded. James pressing some buttons on a computer and then nods to Brad.
"He was the one who got away,
"he was the one who I never-"
James stopped the recording. "Brad, sweetie it's she not he..."
Brad blushed and nodded, "I know I'm sorry." He glanced at Tristan, who simply smirked. Brad blushed a deeper red. Tristan winked. Brad bit his lip.
"Again... go." Said James.
"She was the one who got away
"she was the one who I never got to say how much
"I miss your touch."
"She was the one meant the most,
"she was the one that I kept close,
"The most at all,
"So let's just fall."
Brad sighed and took off he headphones. He looked up, but Tristan was looking at someone else. His arm was round someone else. His smile was for someone else. Brad stepped out of the booth and glared at Connor and Tristan.
"Hey, Bradders-"
Brad left. Just like that.
Tristan frowned. "What? Brad! Wait! What the-?!"
Tristan stopped Brad in his tracks. "What's wrong?"
"Why don't you ask Connor that? Go an snuggle up to him hmm?" Said Brad, shrugging Tristan's hand off his shoulder and walking off.
Tristan shook his head. He didn't follow, he decided Brad needed time to cool off.
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A/N
So there wasn't much smut ik pls don't hate me...
There was Tristan being Kinky at the start... XD
Enjoy
byeeee x
