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Didn't think you had it in you

Song for chapter - come grind with me - the vamps

Just as he had asked, Tris had taken Brad to a club, bought him a couple drinks, and watched him let loose. Something he had learnt taking the boy out was that he was a very sexual drunk. The boy was practically sitting on Tris whilst he slurred about nothing.
His hand travelled up the taller boys thigh. Tris bit his lip, he knew the brunette was drunk out of his mind, and that he wasn't really interested in him.

Tristan slowly put his hands on the boys shoulders, to stop him falling forward. "Maybe we should get you home.." Tris said, frantically looking around for the exit.

"Mmm nah. Wanna stay here. Dance with me" the boy said simply, jumping up from his stall at the bar, dragging Tristan along with him. Tristan shoved his hands into his pockets, he wasn't planning on dancing at all, but he had to make sure Brad didn't latch into anyone who could take advantage of him in his drunken state.

The blonde boy watched as the brunette swayed his hips, placing his arms round Tristan's neck, lips and hips dangerously close to the taller boys. Tris put his hands in the boys hips, trying to steady him. Brad suddenly spun around, pushing his ass into Tristan's crouch, grinding back into him, pulling the blondes head into the crook of his neck. Tristan quickly moved his hands from the boys hips to his shoulders, gently turning him to face him, ignoring the growing bulge in Brads (and his own) pants.

"I really think I should take you home" Tristan gently said, looking down at the drunk boy. Brad raised his eyebrows "mmm yes please" he said, giggling. He fucking giggled.

Tris pushed him away gently, "not in that way.."

Brad scoffed, dragging him to the bar , "one more drink. Then we can go" brad sat on the stool, practically hauling Tris onto the one next to him.

Tristan told brad to have water, but brad had poured and argued that it didn't taste if anything, so Tristan ordered him some apple juice and told him it was vodka. Brad was far too drunk to notice the difference.

Suddenly brad looked straight past Tristan and narrowed his eyes. "That's him Trissy, imma beat him up. Watch me pun..." Tristan looked over his shoulder, there stood the guy who had "kissed" brad. He had his arm around some fake blonde with just as fake breasts. Tristan distracted brad before he got himself beat up even more, "let's go, we can listen to anything you like in the car"
"Rather listen to you moanin.." brad started to say but Tristan was already escorting him out the club into his car.

"You gonna tell me your address? Tris asked, making sure brads seat belt was on properly.
"Nope" smirked the boy, leaning back on the chair. Tristan sighed.
"Come on now, its late. We both need sleep" he pointed out. Be might as well not bothered, because brad came back with, "exactly, so let's sleep together! Seeing as we both need it so much" he smirked, winking at the taller boy.

After ten minutes of arguing, Tristan still hasn't gotten anywhere. "You'll just have to sleep at mine. Though you'll regret it tomorrow.." he muttered starting the car.

The drive home wasn't long, brad had chosen Green Day, which Tristan thought was super cool of him.

Tris pulled up outside his place, helping brad out the car. "I can walk all by myself you pervy old man" brad laughed hysterically. Tris just shrugged and locked the car.

Walking up the stairs to His  apartment with Brad felt weird. He knew he'd regret it in the morning, but what was he supposed to do? Guess where brad lived?

Unlocking the door was made hard for tris, brad had wrapped his arms around the boys waist and showed no plans of letting go. Tristan hauled himself and brad through the door.

"Brad, you're gonna have to let go so I can grab you some pjs" Tristan chuckled. Brad pouted before unlatching himself from the taller boy. He hoisted himself onto Tristan's bed, and flopped down.

Tris came back into the room with some clean clothes. "Here, I won't look" he smiled turning away, but brad stopped him. "Im gonna need help with my jeans" brad smirked, Tristan rolled his eyes. He started unbuttoning the brunettes jeans for him, gently sliding the down his legs, fingers accidentally gliding across the smaller boys skin, making him shiver.

Freezing.

Once the jeans were off, tris handed him the shorts. They were a little too big for brads tiny waist, but they'd have to do. Brad looked up, cheeky smile plastered on his face. "Now my shirt.." he whispered

Tristan sighed. Not meeting brads eyes, he slid off the brunettes shirt. His chest was bruised and scratched. Tristan winced at the sight. Brad noticed, and quickly pulled on the large shirt tris had given him, flopping back onto the bed.

"Il err.. I'll sleep on the coach, if you need me I'm in the next room"
Tristan started walking towards the door, but brad had other plans. "Wait!" Tristan looked at the fragile boy, ignoring how cute he looked in his clothes.

"Stay"