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Chapter Eight

"Are you just gonna ignore me forever now?" I whisper-shouted to James as I pull him aside from the boys, we were attempting to rehearse but James was making things difficult. It had been a couple days since we'd slept together and he hadn't said a word to me since.

"No...It's just that...I feel awkward." He whispered, Tris and Con staring at us, Tris getting up and wrapping his arms around me, much to Con's delight.

"What're you talking about babe?" Tris asked me, a small smirk on his face

"Nothing, it's cool." I smiled, shooting James a 'we'll talk about this later' look.

"Great, let's practise then." He beamed, leading me away from the guitarist. "Also, Con when are we gonna meet your girlfriend?"

"She's not my girlfriend!" Con blushed defensively "Fuck off with that."

"But you want her so bad." I added "Stop leading her on and just get on with it."

"Shut up, play your instruments." Con rolled his eyes. We practised for around two more hours before we were all happy with all of our songs for a gig that was approaching in London in the next few days.

"...Tris." I knocked on his bedroom door around 10pm, opening it as he said it was okay "Can I talk to you?"

"Yep." He smiled "What's up Braddy Bear." He teased as I sat on the edge of his bed, looking at my hands, picking at my nails.

"Uhm." I started, swallowing my doubts and anxieties before I continued "...I'm gay."

"You think I hadn't worked it out?" He laughed a little "Who's the lucky guy then?"

I blushed, deciding I might as well tell him about what happened with James.

"The one and only McVey." I laughed, shaking my head "We're not dating but I could literally get him in my bed without even speaking to him."

"You've got him whipped." The blond laughed "He any good?"

Well he's not you

"Freaky." I laughed "wanted to tie me up and hit me."

"You didn't agree to it, did you?" He asked, myself staying ambiguously quiet "No way! You let James spank you, mong."

"I didn't! I said maybe next time." I defended myself.

"He's got such a power complex, as soon as you let him do that to you, you're never ever going to get a word in over him. He'll see himself more dominant than you and therefore you won't get to talk."

"Fuck off, he's not that bad." I shrugged

"He's not great either." Tris countered "I've kissed him, I know."

"He's not bad, you're better." I blushed, not looking at him.

"Oh don't start." He laughed "I know I'm the best kisser in the world, I've been told many a time."

"Fuck off," I rolled my eyes "If you'll excuse me, I have James to go and pull."

"Don't." Tris shook his head "You can do better than him."

Yeah, you

"Yeah but whilst I'm here, might as well, he has nice abs and all." I laughed a little, standing up.

"Whatever, be safe, don't get AIDS." He teased "Joe, Con and Dean are going out somewhere and I'll put my earphones in, be as loud as you need." He winked

"Neither of us are loud, so you're good." I smirked a little and winked back before heading into James' room, not knocking and seeing him laying on his bed in his underwear.

"'Take it off, McVey," I smirked a little, kicking the door shut

"Come back for more, Simpson." He laughed and raised an eyebrow as we heard Joe calling out goodbye to everyone, meaning we now had a free house except for Tris.

"Damn right." I nodded, climbing onto his bed and straddling his waist, rubbing up and down his abs after I got comfy "You don't need to worry about Tris." I whispered, leaning down and kissing his neck "He knows, he'a cool with it,"

"Brad, the whole band knows you're gay." He rolled his eyes, a small gasp escaping his lips "We've known since before Con joined, you were scared of nothing, mate."

"I didn't even know then, so you're lying," I rolled my eyes with a blush, taking my shirt off with the help of the older guitarist "Is it that obvious?!"

"No no, we just know you so well." James assured me, unbuttoning my jeans but leaving them on for the moment.

"Hm, okay." I nodded "I guess I belie-" I was cut off by James putting a finger to my lips and shushing me before pulling me down to kiss me, his hand knotting in my hair and gently pulling on it as the kiss became rougher. Once all was said and done, I ended up cuddled laying next to James, his white bedsheets pulled over both of us and playing Call of Duty with him for a while.

"...How long are we going to keep doing this?" He asked casually, pressing buttons which resulted in him killing someone "You're cool with it, yeah?"

"If I weren't cool with it I wouldn't have come in here and hooked up with you." I rolled my eyes "...If I'm honest I'm hardcore crushing on a guy, but he's straight so I'd rather just sleep with you than lay around wishing I could be with him."

"Fair enough." James shrugged "I'm always here, romantic needs and all." He blushed

"Cheers." I laughed, killing him in the game "But I don't think you're my type."

"Oh really?" He raised an eyebrow, turning to look at me as the round ended "Tell me about your 'type' then, Simpson."

I blushed, the only thing I could think of was to describe Tris.
"I dunno, typically straight." I laughed, remembering how 90% of my crushes ended up being straight when I was in school.

"I'm half way there." He winked "Straight enough."

"Fuck off. I like guys who are confident, they know they can pull you, it makes it fun to play games with them, play with their ego, fuck with them," I explained "I also really like Tall Skinny guys, fuck they fuck me right up, just give me a model and I'll be happy."

"Tris." James teased jokingly "But he's not straight, sorry to burst your 'type' bubble,"

"...He's not straight?!" I asked, a little too quickly and excitedly, earning a weird look from James.

Fuck.