Best Mates | TRADLEY | Completed ✔

(4) Awkward

*TRISTAN'S POV*

"Fuck me, Tris, please." Brad whimpered into my ear as my hand slowly slid down his jeans.

I rubbed his crotch over his boxers and Brad was going crazy, arching his back and grinding into my hand for more.

"Be patient, little boy." I commanded, clenching his brown curls in my other hand.

Brad nodded in desperation and let out little moans as I played with him through his underwear.

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Fuck. Another wet dream about this guy.
How embarrassing.

I turned over, expecting to see Bradley laying  beside me, but he wasn't.

"B-Bradley?" I groaned, feeling a little light headed.

No answer.

I found the energy to slowly get up and stretch out my arms and legs, looking around my room in search for the boy.

Where could he be?

I grabbed my phone from the bed side table and unlocked it, and to my surprise there was 5 missed calls and texts from James.

James💥
where are you man??? rehearsal started 1 hour ago..

Shit. Yet not one single text from Brad. Weird.
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I pulled up outside of James' house ten minutes later, wearing the same clothes as yesterday that were on my bedroom floor. They're gonna kill me. I could see it now.
I'd never been late to a rehearsal before, only once by a couple of minutes, never by an hour.

I wondered if Bradley was there.

As James' mum let me in, I ran to where the lads were.

"The dining room love." James' mum assured me as I entered the room.

James, Connor and Bradley were sat at the dining table, chatting and laughing until I walked in and they all stopped to look at me. Except Bradley didn't.

"Tristan! Where have you been?" James questioned, but he didn't seem too angry. James never does get angry. In fact, he seemed delighted to see me, and so did Connor.

"Erm, sorry it was a rough night, I overslept." My eyes darted towards Bradley, who was looking down at the table, avoiding all eye contact with me.

And to be honest, I'm not surprised. I can't really remember what was a dream and what was real last night, I just remember confessing my feelings towards the brunette, and kissing him. Did I make a mistake? Does he hate me now?

"Ah no worries, we may have to stay later than usual then since we've not been able to start practice without you." James spoke as the boys got up and we made our way to the garage.

"I knew you'd show up eventually." Con smiled as we walked side by side.

But Bradley didn't speak a word, he just silently followed behind us.

As James and Connor wandered in front and got into a conversation about guitar solos, I turned around and faced Bradley.

"Hi." He spoke softly.