"Hey guys, look at this." Con gawked, showing us all a picture of the girl he was trying to get with from her Instagram.
"Oh boy, look at that ass," Tris gasped "Bass for the bassist, fuck yeah mate, get in there!"
"Don't reduce her to that tris!" James scolded from across the room
"Yeah yeah, she has nice tits too." Tris brushed off "But that ass."
"That's most definitely not what I meant." James rolled his eyes "I'm sure she has a lovely persona-damn that is a nice butt though."
"If even James agrees, you've got a keeper mate." I commented to the boys, trying my best to seem interested when I really wasn't, she was nice to look at and I appreciated her beauty, but that's all, I appreciated it and I understood why Connor found her attractive but I just didn't get it the way everyone else did, of course I played along but I just didn't feel the same.
"What do I comment?!" Con asked "Do I go all in with the peach emoji or heart eyes or what?!"
"Don't over complicate it." Tris reminded him "I'd say peach, but I'm a flirty bugger."
"Do not listen to tris." James shook his head
"If we listened to you, we wouldn't listen to anyone." I rolled my eyes "Do the peach Con, do the peach."
"I'm gonna do it." He nodded, tapping his screen a couple times before waiting a few minutes.
"Fuck fuck fuck she DM'd me! What do I do?" He asked, giving his phone to Tris in panic "Help!"
"Oooh Con she's interested in youuu!" Tris teased "''more where that came from, smirky face'." He quoted "wow wow wow, you're in for some naughty pics I do believe."
"Tris don't be gross." James sighed, giving tris a dirty look as he tapped out a reply for Con.
"Tris no! What have you done! You're ruining my life!" Con blushed, snatching his phone out "Care to show me?' Who do you think I am! Fuck, shit, fuck,"
"Con, calm, she probably wants you to say that." I chimed in "She seems pretty interested in you, I mean, who wouldn't be."
True, he's very hot. James has nicer abs though, 10/10 would bang James over Con, Tris over any of these fuckers.
Gross these are my best mates
"Okay, tris, thanks." Con piped up after about five minutes "I'm uh, gonna go bugger off upstairs for a bit, um, okay, bye." The bassist blushed before standing up and hurrying off quickly.
"Awe, little condor just got sent nudes, all thanks to me." Tris smirked "I'm the smoothest person alive." He said, putting a hand behind his head and getting comfy on the couch.
"Out of all of us, I'll have to agree." I nodded "Buuut you're only the drummer, so you're not gonna pick up girls as easy as me, since I'm the singer and all, you know, the most important member, the face of you all."
"Brad, if you're the face of us all. We're truly fucked." James teased, not looking away from his phone.
"Oh shit." Tris commented under his breath "I wonder how Simpson will return from that sick burn, will this have him K.O'ed or will he get back up and continue to fight." He laughed to himself, speaking as though he were the commentator at a boxing match.
"Well at least I can pick up a girl, and not just weights." I retorted, tris' hand flying to his mouth dramatically.
"Ding ding ding, we have a winner." Tris cheered, James shrugging and raising an eyebrow.
"Well played." The sandy haired guitarist nodded "Well played."
"Why Thank you." I laughed, turning to the TV, my phone vibrating in my pocket about 30 minutes later.
One message from - Cameron
Hey hey hey Brad 😉
A little birdy told me you were in London this evening 😜 wanna meet, it's been a while 😘😏 xx
I replied that I'd be there in 30 minutes, already having his address saved to his contact from the last couple of times I'd seen him.
"Alright faggots, I'm off out, don't miss me too much eh?" I teased with a wink as I threw my jacket on, heading towards the door.
"Where are you going?" James questioned "We're going out for dinner with joe at seven."
"Yeah yeah, I'll be back by then, and it's none of your business where I'm going, thanks." I replied sarcastically before leaving, walking to the tube station and getting on the circle line, and getting a cab for the fifteen minute ride between his house and the station.
I felt the usual nerves in the out of my stomach as I balled my hand up into a light fist and knocked on the door of the almost-stranger's house, him answering and immediately inviting me in.
"You look more gorgeous than you did when you left." He commented, his shirt half unbuttoned, revealing the tanned skin underneath.
"You could say the same about yourself." I commented with a small laugh, sitting on the couch, the taller man sitting next to me.
"Would you like a drink or anything or like just straight into what we both know you came for?" He asked me, his light blue, almost grey eyes colliding with mine for the first time in months.
"You already know my answer to that." I whispered, the words lingering on my lips as his hands reached up to finish undoing the buttons of his shirt, I found myself being lost in the thought of how I wished that were Tristan, I, of course, quickly snapped myself out of the sick fantasy and turned myself back to reality and focusing on the man in front of me as he watched me peel a shirt that was definitely one of Con's over my head.
"This is going to be better than anything you've ever had before." He whispered into my ear, his cool fingers touching my side, sending shivers up and down my entire body, goosebumps appearing on my arms and the hair on the back of my neck standing up on end "Would you like that Bradley?" He murmured, I knew to just softly moan in response, I knew how to play the game as much as I enjoyed being a part of said game.
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Fanfiction"I told you I loved you, you said 'what can I do?'" - Secrets are best kept alone, even when it tears you apart. Bradley Simpson is learning this the hard way, because sometimes things just don't work out the way you planned, and you have to recoll...
