Tristan kept glancing up from his phone, he couldn't stop thinking about how frickin' lucky he was. Brad was stood across the room from him talking to Joe and Connor. Tristan didn't know what they were talking about, he wasn't really paying attention to the conversation, just Brad. The smaller boy was wearing, a white tank top way too big for him, showing off his muscular arms. And red shorts that were also too big for him. Tristan grinned to himself at how small he was. In bed at night Brad's body seemed to fit into his, like it was meant to be. Tristan's eyes were met with brown ones as Brad turned to him. Brad left the conversation to Joe and Connor as he walked over to Tris straddling him. Brad kissed him, before burying his head in his neck. "I'm tired Trissy." Mumbled Brad. "Let's go take a nap then shall we?" Said Tristan, his voice low. Brad giggled and Tristan picked him up, carrying him across the hall to their hotel room, kicking the door shut with his foot. He laid Brad on he bed, kissing his neck, biting and dragging his teeth along his collar bone.
"Mm Tris." Mumbled Brad, tangling his hands in the boys hair. Tristan kissed him deeply, running his hand down Brad's body, to the waist band of his shorts. He tugged at his shirt, pulling away from the kiss for a second. Brad pulled Tristan's shirt off, his hands running over his shoulders and arms. Brad bit his lip, as he sat up, pushing Tristan onto his back, taking control for the moment. He undone the Tristan's jeans, to find he wasn't wearing underwear. For a rare moment Tristan Evans actually blushed, as Brad smirked.
Brad leaned down, kissing up Tristan's stomach, along his jaw and to the corner of his mouth. Brad pulled Tristan's jeans off him, swiftly
Brad kissed along the inside of Tristan's thigh. Tristan kneed at the teasing. "Bradley." He growled. Brad crawled up, towards Tristan's face kissing him. "Yes?"
Tristan flipped them over, in a flash. He ripped off Brad's shorts. He mouthed at the boys cock through his boxers. Brad gasped. "Tris, oh fuck, I need you."
Tristan obliged as he took off Brad's boxers and took all of him in his mouth. Brad gripped the pillow beneath his head with one hand, the other buried in Tristan's hair. Tristan pulled off, grabbing a bottle of lube from the bedside table. He coated his fingers in it, but Brad stopped him. "No, go straight in." Said Brad.
Tristan looked at him doubtingly. Brad sat up. Tristan kissed him, before inserting a finger. "Just in case." Said Tristan, winking at the smaller boy. Tristan curled his finger, brushing Brad's prostate. Brad quivered and shook in Tristan's arms. "Fuck Tris." He moaned. Tristan added another finger, scissoring the boy open. He added a third, before pulling out. Brad whined at the loss and in desperate need for Tristan. Tristan smirked and covered his cock in lube. Tristan picked Brad up and the curly haired boy wrapped his legs round his waist.
Tristan then pushed in, making Brad gasp. Brad's bare back met the cold wall of their hotel room, making him hiss at the cool touch and also and in pain and pleasure.
"Fuck Brad, so tight." Groaned Tristan, as Brad started grinding his hips. Brad's head rested against Tristan's chest as he fucked himself on Tristan, hitting his prostate with every thrust.
"Fuck Trissy, I'm gonna-"
Brad came all over both of their chests, his head back in pleasure. Tristan came soon after inside of Brad. Brad let him ride out his high. Brad looked at him, through his curls that now flopped over his eyes, dripping with sweat.
Brad leaned forward kissing Tristan on the mouth, deeply.
"Best sex ever." Said Tristan with a smirk.
"When it comes to sex you never fail me Mr. Evans." Said Brad with a wink.
They cleared themselves up, putting their scattered clothes in a pile and wiping Brad's cum off their chests. Tristan climbed into bed as Brad walked out of the bathroom. He joined his boyfriend in bed, snuggling up close to him. Brad was cold now and could feel the heat radiating off of Tristan.
"Dammit why are you so hot?" Asked Brad. Tristan rolled over grinning. Brad playfully hit his shoulder, blushing. "Oh you know what I mean."
"Why do you still blush?" Asked Tristan, making Brad go redder.
Brad shrugged. "Because- well... you're Tristan Evans aren't you? And I still get shy and nervous around you, because you still make me weak at the knees every time you walk into the room."
Brad glanced at Tristan. "Why are you grinning like that?"
"Because you are adorable Bradley."
"Don't call me that!"
"You didn't mind earlier..."
"Yeah but that's different." Said Brad, getting annoyed.
"Sorry... Bradley."
Brad hit him again. "Stop! Why?!"
"Because you're cute when you're angry." Said Tristan, kissing his nose.
Brad couldn't help but smile at this. "I hate to say it, but I've fallen into your trap Mr. Evans."
"And I wouldn't have it any other way." Said Tristan.
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A/n
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