One shot Book 2

Terrorsnuckel

"I don't know what to do... If I tell him and he laugh at me, my life will be over." I say to myself.

I soon got a call from the guys and I accepted without thinking.

"Hey man, what's u- OH MY GOD BRIAN!!" Said the canadian man.

"Sup man." I answered rubbing my tired puffy from crying eyes.

"Dude, what happened?" I heard Delirious ask. "You look like a truck ran over you."

"I'm fine, I'm just tired." I lied.

"Brian, if this is about *achem* you know who, you know you can talk to us." Vanoss and Delirious are the only ones who knows about my feelings for him.

I nodded and lowered my head. "It's just... I wanna tell him." I looked up to see them with smiles planted on their faces.

"That's good man, you can take it out of your chest." "Yeah and if everything goes well, we will celebrate!" Delirious said enthusiastic as always.

"But if it doesn't, don't worry! We will be at your side and the plus, you would have taken it out of your shoulder already!" Vanoss said.

"You guys promise?" I asked, hope lurking in my soul. They said their yes and almost shoved me throw my own door over Skype. I took a shower, put some clothing on, brush my teeth and tried to do something about my hair.

As I opened the door, I hit in something hard. I look to see, the devil himself.

"H-hey Brian." He said with his cute shy smile.

"H-hey Brock, what you doing here?"

"I-I..." He tried to say but paused. "Are you going out right now?" He asked.

"I was about to go to your house." I confessed and his eyes lighet up. "Would you like to come in?"

"Y-yeah." He came inside and sat on the sofa. He took a deep breath and looked at me when I sat down. "I-I..." He started saying and I felt the urge to kiss his lips for him to stop worrying about words.

And without thinking again, I did it. He was shocked at first, but as I was about to pull away, he kissed back, moving his hands to my neck as I did the same to his. We pulled away after and we had smiles on our faces, as well as pink on our cheeks.

"What were you saying again?" I asked, making him laugh.

"How was the weather." He said sarcastically.

"Pretty hot, but maybe I can relieve myself somehow." I said, putting his shirt a little up. His moans was music and his mouth, the most delicate instrument.

Our mouth fought for dominance, and we stayed like that.

Part 2 incoming :3c I is eeeevil