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Chapter Twelve

"Hey sexy." I whispered quietly into James' ear, we were sat in the green room, surrounded by our instruments as we waited to go on stage in about an hour.

"Now?" He smirked s little, raising an eyebrow at me "You dirty bugger."

"Well we have an hour." I shrugged, turning to briefly glance at tris and seeing he was basically staring at us as I discretely ran my hand up James' thigh, Con being busy doing something to his green stingray which was one of his many basses.

"Let's go do this." He nodded, standing up and grabbing his bag before leading me out of the green room, me turning to wink at Tris who's eyes were following us out of the room.

"Where were you last night?" He whispered, his hand in my back pocket as we left the room in search of the backstage bathrooms.

"A hotel somewhere." I shrugged "needed to get my head on straight after telling Tris some shit."

"Fair enough." He shrugged "We thought you were dead, Con and Tris were crying."

"Not you?" I raised an eyebrow

"Pfft, of course not." He shook his head "I knew you wouldn't leave us without a note, you have too much to say."

"Thanks." I rolled my eyes "Yeah, I'd tell everyone about your kinky shit and how shit you are in bed." I winked

"If I were shit, you wouldn't be following me to the bathroom right now." He argued, making me give in and admit he was at least decent.

We found the bathroom and locked ourselves in a cubicle, it not taking long for our lips to immediately crash together, James seemingly taking out some unsaid emotion on me, it almost appeared as if he did think I was dead.

It didn't take long for my trousers to end up around my ankles with James attached to me via his mouth.

Once we had both had our fun we made sure to clean ourselves up and make us look presentable before heading back to the green room.

"You owe me a beer, or ten." I winked, sitting down next to Tris.

"No way is he that easy." Tris rolled his eyes, before asking James to come over and whispering something into his ear, making the guitarist nod.

"Mhm." James nodded "Speaking of which, do you have any gum?"

"Sure." Tris sighed, getting some out his pocket "There you go, dick breath."

James laughed and shot a wink my way before sitting back down, Con still in the corner, playing something random on his bass.

"Can't believe that." Tris shook his head to me "Shit, didn't think you'd actually do it."

"Tris, I'm a horny bugger in a band that hasn't been in a relationship in years, of course I'm going to do it." I laughed shaking my head "Plus my band mates are hot, and James has some killer abs."

"Fair play." Tris shrugged, glancing over to Con who was now looking at us before looking into my eyes, I saw an opportunity and it's not like I wasn't going to take it. I put my hand on Tris' cheek and leaned in, keeping him locked into my lips, to my surprise he kissed me back, and didn't pull away as I started to become progressively braver, my tongue swiping his bottom lip and him parting them slightly to let me in, I don't know what was happening, but I wasn't about to complain.

One of my hands tangled in his hair gently, pulling on the slightly greasy strands as I climbed on to his lap, forgetting about the other boys,
Forgetting how James was almost certainly watching.

Tris pulled away, pushed me off of his lap before standing up and leaving the room without a word, leaving me with the familiar sinking feeling in my stomach. The familiar feeling of loneliness and rejection.

"What the fuck was that?" Con asked from the corner "Some angry making out."

"Fuck off,  Cunt." I snapped standing up to leave the room, I know it was my fault. You shouldn't play with fire and not expect to get burnt.

We played the show, and of course it was shit, the bands chemistry was off, meaning that for most of it James and Tris were out of time with each other and Con would spend much of his time trying to pull it all back In whilst I attempted to sing around the mess of music.

After our set I stormed off stage, not really wanting to speak to anyone, I wasn't in the mood, first I get rejected a second time and then I play what was possibly the worst gig of my career, I know it's my fault but j couldn't help but feel anger towards Tris for causing this.

"Brad...Can we talk?" The blond asked, I hadn't even realised he's followed me into the green room yet.

"Fuck off...I know - you're st-" I was cut off by Tris' hands on my cheeks and his lips back on mine, this kiss more powerful and meaningful than the last, his one of his hands stayed on my cheek as the other wandered to my waist, pulling me in close and not letting me go before we stumbled back to the wall, our lips not leaving each others as my back touched the cool brick.

"That's just it...I'm not." Tris whispered, his forehead resting against mine "If I were straight I wouldn't have of had the biggest hard-on of my life when you kissed me earlier, if I were straight I wouldn't be sat there thinking about doing this to you, I wouldn't wish I were James half the time and I wouldn't want you as bad as I do, I don't know what I am, but it's not straight, maybe I'm just gay for you." He blushed, his hand staying on my waist, keeping me close.

"Tris." I whispered, looking up at his blue eyes "Fuck. I love you."

"What can I do?" He whispered softly, looking down.