- Bronnor Oneshots -

Jealous

He didn't even like Connor. Well, that's what he had supposed. He thought that until he started feeling nervous when Connor was around the others.

Brad always felt overprotective over his younger bandmate, Connor. Since the first day he saw him, they become close friends but from Brad's perspective, Connor was like his little crush.

James and Tris knew about Brad's feelings. Not because the boy told them that he liked Con; the couple knew that Brad liked Con because he didn't hide it. They could see it in every single one of his actions; when he caressed Con's hair, that countless times when they both fell asleep cuddled together on the sofa, that time when Connor was ill and Brad cancelled their concert only to take care after him.

Brad definitely liked Con a lot, and Tris and James were planning something to give him a little push. Trames was real, and now Trames needed Bronnor to be real too, just because they wanted to make his younger bandmates happy and, well, Trames and Bronnor being real at the same time would be perfect.

So, Trames plan was on his way.

That day, they had nothing to do so they were laying on the living room, just watching any stupid film that came on TV and eating popcorn and unhealthy stuff.

Tristan, Connor and Brad were sat on a sofa, while James was having a shower upstairs.

'Brad' Connor's sweet voice filled Brad's ears and he immediatly reincorporated, paying attention to him. 'Can you bring me the Oreos? I left them on the kitchen. Pleaaase...' He begged Brad, putting his puppy-dog face, so Brad couldn't deny it.

'Yeah of course babe.' Brad sat up and walked to the kitchen, leaving a smiling Connor in the sofa. The pet name was normal between them, he loved calling Connor babe and Connor loved being called like that so that was completely fine.

Brad heard Con's laughs and shouts from the kitchen so he grabbed the Oreos and walked off to see what was happening.

Brad frozed when he saw them: Tristan was almost lying on top of Connor, tickling his sides, and Connor's tshirt was slightly raised, showing his pale flat stomach that drove Brad completely crazy.

But what actually drove Brad completely crazy, was that Tristan was touching that part of his body, that part that Brad totally considered as his part.

'STOP, TRIS!' Connor yelled once again, pushing Tristan backwards. 'I'M VERY TICKLISH!' Connor's tears pricked his eyes while laughing, and his tshirt was raising up little by little.

Brad couldn't feel more jealous at that time.

Brad pushed Tristan violently by the shoulders back to his initial position, Connor still lying on the sofa. Tristan watched him confused, and Connor stopped laughing when he saw Brad's angry expression.

'Man, what's up?' Tristan said with caution on his voice.

'Leave him' Brad whispered, his face almost touching Tris' face. 'Leave Con alone.'

Connor then put his hand on Brad's shoulder, calling his attention.

'B-Brad, he wasn't hurting me, if that's what you think. I-I'm okay.' Connor said softly, trying to calm his friend. He blushed at the intense gaze of Brad.

Brad relaxed when he felt Con's hand on his shoulder and he broke away from Tris, rubbing his neck, feeling completely embarrassed. He sat next to Con, breathing deeply.

'T-Tris... I-I'm so sorry, I don't know why I-' Brad muttered, looking at his friend.

'It's fine, Brad. I know why you did that to me.' Tristan smirked while caressing Connor's arm softly, grinning when he saw Brad's eyes following the movement of his fingers, his expression turning angry again.