- Bronnor Oneshots -

Fun on stage

Connor exhaled for the last time before he stepped on stage. If he had to be honest, he was scared. Scared of how would he react.

Lately, Brad has been more close to him and let's say touchy; this didn't help much to poor little Connor, as he was too in love with him and he didn't want anyone to realise it.

He just didn't know how in love was Brad too.

Brad and Connor walked silently next to each other along the pace that drove to the stage; then, Brad hugged him by his waist.

'Ready to smash it?' Brad whispered with a seductive voice directly into his hear, making Connor mentally clap himself when he stumbled with his own feet.

'Y-yeah.' And luckily, they were out at the stage.

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'CONNOR BALL EVERYBODY!' Brad yelled while Connor started singing.

But, when Connor saw him approaching him, he started to feel nervous. And suddenly, he had his tongue on his cheek.

Connor stopped singing, blushing furiously as Brad jumped away; he hadn't realised anything.

'Awww Connor what happened?' James laughed at the microphone when the song ended and Connor shruged.

'I just forgot the lyrics.' Everyone started laughing, while Connor exhaled, relaxing when he saw that no one had noticed the truth.

'You didn't drink, did you?!' This was Tris turn to talk, basically yell into the microphone.

And Brad quickly walked to Connor side, wrapping his arm around his shoulders protectively.

'I wouldn't allow him to drink. He's a little bean.' Connor giggled nervous when Brad said this, and prayed to god that his blush wouldn't be too obvious.

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'Who's ready to have a dancy dance?!' Brad yelled into the microphone before walking away. And soon, he was after Connor, the boy feeling already so tired of pretending this was just a stupid game. He did feel things when Brad touched him.

And suddenly, his fingers stopped fingering the bass. Not because he forgot the notes, no. It was because there was a hand grabbing his bum.

"This can't be real" Connor wished, knowing it was Brad. But he wasn't happy with just grabbing. There was a fucking squeeze.

This was Connor's turn to run away, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks and the embarrassment.

"He's going too far" Connor thought, wishing to end the concert as soon as possible.

He tried to avoid Brad's gaze for the rest of the concert.

There were only two songs left to play. I can do it, he thought.

'And the way that she kissed me...' Brad quickly ran behind Connor. The poor boy just wished for a moment that he continued running; but no, he was right behind him.

And, before he could notice, he had Brad's hips right behind his hips, basically grinding on him.

Connor couldn't be more turned on at this moment. He supressed a moan on his throat and his face was soon bright red.

He hated Brad. He needed Brad. Connor couldn't think of anything; why was Brad acting like this? What did he wanted?!

There were so many questions on Connor's mind right now.

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He quickly ran to the backstage after the concert, avoiding ee contact with everyone. Soon, everyone left the room except Brad and him, who were alone.

'Hey, what's happening, little bean?' Brad raised his chin, looking into his eyes, and Connor pushed him away, a frown in his eyebrows.

'What was that for, Brad?!'

'What are you talking about?' Brad sounded surprised.

'The concert. You... Ugh, you didn't stop touching me.'

'But I thought you... I mean, us... I'm sorry, Con, I thought you liked it.' Brad sounded hurt and Connor softed his face, smiling a little bit.

'Its okay really, but why did you do it?' Connor exhaled nervously, looking to his feet.

'Isn't it obvious?' Brad sounded surprised.

'What is obvious?' Connor frowned again, confused.

'Okay, close your eyes, trust me'

'Are you telling me to trust you when you almost rapped me on stage...?'

'Stop being sassy and believe in me' Brad smiled when Connor sighed and closed his eyes.

He pressed his lips onto the smaller boy's ones, moving his hands down to his waist. The younger one quickly surrounding the oldest boy's shoulders.

'Now tell me again, did you loved my moves on stage?' Brad smirked against Con's lips.

'I kinda loved it.'

Sorry for the shitty end, I have school tomorrow and it's midnight and yeah goodnight I'm ske306 àuck