Lightbulb || Tradley

Chapter Fifteen

"Next stop is ours." Tris whispered to me, nudging me with his elbow to make sure I was awake "So wake up."

"I'm awake, I'm awake." I hummed, closing my eyes again and leaning against my boyfriend.

"You clearly aren't." He sighed, poking me again "c'mon, wakey wakey, you can sleep at mine if you're that tired."

"I don't wanna sleep at yours. Unless it's with you." I laughed a little, sitting up properly.

"Hm, we'll see, I am on the 3rd floor." He winked "Nobody would hear us, plus you're pretty quiet anyway."

"I can be loud if I want to." I winked "You've just never given me any reason to be."

"We'll have to solve that later then won't we." He winked with a small smirk, his arm wrapping around my waist and his other hand resting on my though "I know what makes you moan Bradley." He whispered

"Holy shit stop." I whispered with a blush as the quietest moan escaped my lips "Not in public!"

"We'll break that boundary soon enough." He winked, standing up as the train came to the platform "come on, this is ours."

"Ooh okay." I smiled, getting up and grabbing my bag and guitar and walking towards the door of the train before stepping off with tris, both of us deciding to get a taxi to his house.

"Brad, I can't, I'm terrified..." Tris whispered to me as he pulled his hand away from mine outside of his parents house "Soon."

"Whatever." I sighed "Hide it."

"You know that's not what I want to do." The blond sighed "You must understand."

"The conversation is easier to start when there's a reason to start it." I pointed out, folding my arms across my chest as he knocked on the red door.

"Sure." He rolled his eyes "If you cared, you'd understand."

"Mhm, sure. Whatever, not like I've been through this for the past four years or anything." I replied through gritted teeth, his mother opening the door before He could reply.

"Oh my god, Tris!" She beamed "We've all missed you so much!" She smiled, pulling her son into a tight hug "And Bradley! My lucky day!"

"Hi." I smiled awkwardly as I followed my boyfriend into the house, pulling my suitcase behind me.

"We'll go and unpack, I'll come down and talk to you all in a bit, alright?" Tris smiled to his mother.

"That is absolutely fine, is Bradley staying for dinner?" She asked

"If that's alright?" The blond smiled "and it's Brad."

"His name is Bradley." She corrected "His mum called him Bradley, therefore, he is Bradley."

"Sure, whatever." Tris rolled his eyes before leading me upstairs into his bedroom.

"Ooh straight into the bedroom."
I teased with a wink, collapsing onto his bed and letting the covers swallow me up before the blond copied my actions.

"Don't even tease me about that." He rolled his eyes, his hand falling into mine.

"How many people have slept in this bed, only to leave first thing in the morning before you're even awake?" I asked

"You don't even want to know." He sighed "It's just something to do, you know."

"Fair enough." I shrugged "Well hopefully I'll keep you occupied enough." I winked with a small laugh.

"Oh, you are." He hummed with a small laugh "Con is literally obsessed over us."

"Cons just lonely." I shrugged "Him and that Girl need to hurry up and decide if they're gonna carry on like this or actually get together."

"Yeah that's true." He hummed, sitting up and shuffling so he was resting against the wall, myself moving so I was sat in his lap, facing him, my legs in the gap between his Lower back and the wall, wrapped around him.

"This is comfy." I whispered, my hands above his shoulders as I leant in, my lips touching his gently before it turned messy and hot, my shirt being pulled over my head and Tris' hands everywhere they shouldn't be when his mother was just downstairs.

"On the floor should've been written about you," Tris whispered, kissing my neck, he was a lot more confident and sure of himself now we'd broken the awkward 'I don't know what I'm doing with men' boundary, all it took was me explaining it as anal with an extra dick, not hard to understand. "'Cause I love that shirt, but it looks better on the floor."

"Fuck off." I breathed a little as he palmed me through my jeans "Why aren't you naked yet?"

"Oh, it's not going like that." He shook his head "I'm in charge, I decide when I get undressed."

"Ooh dominant." I hummed, leaning in close to his ear "I like that, daddy." I whispered, biting his ear as I finished my sentence, making his breath hitch ever so slightly and a moan escape his lips and I hadn't even touched him, before he regained his composure.

"That was incredibly mean." He pouted, taking his hand away "How the fuck did you work that out?"

"I have my ways." I smirked, shrugging the loss of contact off and using it as an opportunity to take my jeans off and lay on tris' bed, giving him a side glance and a smirk as I caught him staring. "Come on, you're not even being subtle, I know you want me."

"You fucking sexy nugget." He shook his head, throwing himself on top of me, our lips meeting desperately, I didn't even care that he just called me a nugget.

"Wait wait wait, let me put some music on first." I interrupted, getting his phone out of his back pocket and pressing shuffle on his music.

"Our songs?" He laughed with a raised eyebrow "Not the first time I've done it."

"To be honest, same." I laughed with a blush before Tris' lips came to mine again as Rough Night played over his phone speakers "...You still have this on your phone?" I laughed a little, pulling away and taking the opportunity to change positions again, sitting in his lap, giving us both better access to everything.

"Hell yeah." He nodded, getting handsy again "I have everything we've ever recorded."

"Legend." I laughed, finally undoing his jeans and helping him take them off.

"Hardly." He laughed, kissing my again, this time though, we were interrupted.

"Trista- oh shit!" His mum cursed, dropping whatever she was holding (later it was found out to be washing) onto the floor.

"Mum!" Tris blushed, pushing me off of him, his face bright red "Get out! Out! Fuck! Shit! Get Out! Get Out!"

"Sorry sorry!" She apologised quickly, picking up the washing off the floor and hurrying out of the bedroom.

"Fucking fantastic." Tris sighed.

"Hey, it's gonna be okay." I tried to re-assure him, but he was already in full panic.