Brad kissed Tristan, his hands running over the older boys back. Tristan crawled over him, trailing kisses down Brad's jawline to his neck, making small marks. Brad moaned in pleasure, his hands tangling in Tristan's hair. Tristan attached their lips again, before pulling away and looking the smaller boy in the eyes, "I love you." He said, his blue eyes so bright and convincing. "I love you too." Breathed Brad.
Brad woke to the sound of voices downstairs. He sat up yawning. He looked around the room to his bedside table, to find his phone gone. Brad groaned and then groaned again, as he remembered last night dream.
"For fucks sake." Muttered Brad, throwing the covers off his half naked body.
Brad threw on a grey pair of sweats, the bottoms rolled up once, as they were too short for him. He didn't bother with a shirt, running downstairs. "Connor!" He yelled, knowing the younger boy had his phone. Brad ran into the front room, to find all his band mates sat in there.
"Morning Brad." Said Connor, he took a second look as he noticed the angry look on the curly haired boys face. Connor grinned. "Bradley-"
"You fucking idiot." Said Brad, running at Connor.
James and Tris, watched in fascination as the two boys wrestled each other on the sofa. Brad won, finally, straddling Connor and holding his phone in the air.
"Why do you get so protective over your phone?" Said Connor, pushing Brad off, miffed he'd been beaten.
"Because- it's my phone." Said Brad. Tristan laughed and Brad shot him a glare.
"How do you two live together like this and the house still stays up?" Said James. Brad laughed at this. He shrugged. "No idea."
"So why's you all here?" Asked Brad, picking up and apple from a fruit bowl on a table, he sat down on the sofa, between James and Tristan.
"We're going to Thorpe Park." Said Tristan. Brad nearly choked on his apple. "But I hate rides." Whined Brad.
Tristan threw his arm around Brad's shoulders. "Wuss." He mumbled. Brad lightly punched him in the arm.
"You hit like my Grandma." Said Tristan, who was suddenly pinned down on the sofa.
"Shut up!" Said Brad. He stared at Tristan angrily still straddling him.
And then in that moment, Brad had an urge to kiss him, he wanted to kiss and cuddle the older boy. Brad looked away and got off.
"I'm gonna get dressed." Mumbled Brad coughing.
*Skip to after park*
James and Tristan had gone to get the car, it was late and Tristan had insisted on driving the car to Brad so he didn't have to walk. Brad yawned sat on a bench Connors arm round him. "Have you told Tris yet?" Asked Connor. Brad swallowed. "No, I'll tell him tomorrow." Said Brad. "You have to tell him, for me at least." Said Connor. Bra smiled at his friend. "I will."
Just then the car pulled up and Brads eyes started to flutter closed. Tristan jumped out of the car, he picked Brad up bridal style. The younger boy wrapped his arms round Tristans neck. Connor jumped in the front with James. Tristan attempted to put Brad in the back, but Brad seemed to be having none of it. Tristan ended up laying Brad across the backseat the boys head in Tristans lap.
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Dreams {Tradley}
FanfictionBrad has repetitive dreams, about a certain somebody. But the dreams are becoming more and more embarrassing to the point where Brad can hardly look at his band mate without blushing, crimson red.