Best of friends

A break

We ended up back in LA. This leg of the tour was over. Brendon said I could stay at his overnight until I could catch a flight back to Las Vegas tomorrow. It was nearly the start of the holiday season. Thanksgiving and Christmas, so Brendon was coming back with me to spend the holidays with his parents. Sarah was awaiting sentencing. She admitted to everything, so there would be no trial. I did a victim impact statement, though.
We got through Brendons door, and I sighed. I stretched and sat on his couch. Brendon joined me.
"It's nice having some space." I said.
"I know what you mean." Brendon agreed.
"No more,having to press against someone to get past." I giggled.
"I dunno. I quite enjoyed that." Brendon winked at me, and we both laughed. We both stared at our suitcases and then each other.
"Come on." I said, standing up and offering a hand to Brendon."The sooner we do it, the quicker it gets done." Brendon groaned and grabbed my hand, standing up. We took our cases through to the laundry room. We took everything out and sorted it all into piles.
We put the first load on, and I sorted my delicates out. If Brendon saw them, he didn't say anything.
"Groceries." Brendon said, and we headed to the supermarket.
We got some things in to make dinner for tonight. We decided on a shepherd's pie.
We got back to Brendons and cooked dinner and did some chores. I was in dire need of a bath. Not because I was dirty, just to stretch out and soak and shave. The bath was in Brendons ensuite.
"B,?" I asked.
"Yea, Rob?" He came out of the laundry room.
"Is it OK if I have a bath?"
"Sure!" He threw a hand up like the answer was a given.
I got some pjs out and laid them on the bed with my underwear. I put my chill playlist on and ran a bubble bath. The aromas were beautiful. I slid in and chilled. I was feeling a little, erotically charged. No privacy on tour, really. So my hand travelled south, and I started rubbing. I figured that I wouldn't be heard because Brendon was playing Fortnite online. I eventually had a very loud orgasm. I then had a shave and got out.
I opened the bathroom door and changed the playlist again. Some Nsync. As I got ready, I was strutting my stuff. Brendon was watching me. I hadn't realised until the end of the song when he gave me a round of applause.
"Brendon! How long have you been there?" I asked.
"Long enough." He winked at me, which made me wonder if he heard my bathroom delight. "And yes, I heard you, Rob." He walked into the bathroom and rinsed the bath off.
"Oh." I said, looking down at my hands. I grabbed a brush and started brushing my hair out. It was due to another cut. I might even get some highlights.
"Hey," Brendon said, coming back into the bedroom and standing in front of me. I looked anywhere, but at him. He tilted my head with his hand, so I had to look at him. "Don't be embarrassed. We all do it. Some more than others." He blushed a little. My eyes snapped up to meet his, and I giggled. I didn't really think of Brendon doing that, and I told him so. "Really? Well, I have thought about you doing it many times in the past. And I got a live show more or less. It was hot, by the way."
"W-w-what d-do you mean, you have thought about me doing it?" I sank onto the bed. My legs had suddenly turned to jelly.
"Just that. It seems that it helps me to relieve myself." Brendon sat on the bed next to me. He traced a finger up my bare thigh to where the material of my pj shorts started. My breath hitched up a notch, and I let out a shaky breath.
I wasn't sure how I felt about Brendon saying this to me. It was kinda hot him fantasising about me, but also a little weird because we are best friends.
Brendon could sense my confliction and put an arm around me.
"I know that you don't want to cross that line, but if you do, then I am waiting on the other side." Brendon kissed my cheek. I looked into his eyes, and they were flicking between my eyes and lips. I was holding my breath.
Brendon backed off. I was getting frustrated with him now. I got up and left the bedroom, sighing loudly.
"Rob?" Brendon called after me. I ignored him and went to get a bottle of water. "Robyn!" I span round.
"What?" I rolled my eyes. I was pissed now. Brendon and I had only ever had 2 major fights in our entire friendship. The way I was feeling, we could be about to head to number 3.
"Talk to me!"
"Really? You want me to tell you exactly what I am thinking, right now?" Brendon nodded. I sipped some water and placed the bottle on the kitchen island.
"Ok, here goes." I was pacing back and forth. "I have been in love with you since I was 14. I didn't want to fuck our friendship, so I put it away, deep down inside of me. I figured being your best friend is better than nothing. I watched as you had one night stands, and then the band got big. I was over the moon for all you guys. Then groupies, and I felt like some saddo hanging around. That's when I decided to go away to college and get a life myself. I come back to Vegas, and you are still you. Gorgeous funny and my best friend. I am still in love with you, but I-I just can't. I can't let my heart be broken."
"Robyn," Brendon said softly. "I have told you how I felt about you. I thought that if I maintained a relationship with somebody else, then those feelings would go. If anything, they grew, especially with the way Sarah was with me."
Brendon walked over to me and cupped my face on his hands.
"I love you, Robyn." He repeated. Brendon closed the gap between us and kissed me gently. "It's always been you, Ro." He whispered.
"Brendon..." I muttered, and we kissed again. This kiss was more passionate. Our tongues were lightly caressing each other. Soft moans were all that could be heard.