Temptation

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Alone, this dare would've been humiliating. With the other boys roped into it, though, it quickly turned straight-up funny. I took note of the silly outfits beside me – Brooklyn had on a Spiderman suit, and was pretending to shoot webs out of his fingers at Mikey, whose outfit was stolen from the 70's – A poofy black wig, short-shorts, and a sparkly crop top. We'd found platform boots for him, and I'd convinced him to let me paint his nails a florescent orange that I'd found at a drug store. They were done pretty sloppily, but I blamed that on the bumpy car ride.

            Jack sported a black top hat with a buckle across it, a fake orange beard and a green top – our own little leprechaun. Andy, who was sitting beside me, looked strangely attractive in his sundress in heels. All in all, I'd been the lucky one in this, with my only oddities being my boxers worn over my pants – dare #18 – , the glittery tiara perched upon my head, and the smiley face 'tattoo' on my arm that Jack had drawn on with a sharpie.

            We had all reached a collaborative agreement that me wearing underwear over my black skinny jeans in public would be all too suspicious to Blair, and none of us wanted to know what the consequences would be if he discovered that we were carrying on despite his warnings. The solution? Have all of us join in with the strange outfits and call if costumes for a cover.

            Chris, bless his soul, had dealt with us and our crazy idea spectacularly, and made out music video for Personal a true original. The storyline of it was that we pretended to be 'businessmen' in a professional working building, and we eventually convinced everyone working there to join us in a dance-off. I didn't know how we got permission for us to disrupt their work like that, but it was hilarious. I had a feeling that there would be tears of laughter when he edited it and we looked back on it.          The best part? Our fans were used to us being weird, and, despite their initial reaction, probably wouldn't find anything strange about it – You know, no odder than usual.

Now, the day was winding down, and we were all giddy on our way back to the flat.

"I'm hungry," Jack whined, laying his hands on his stomach.

            "I second that statement," Brooklyn said, and I knew that the two of them wouldn't shut up until we stopped for food.

            "Drive-through," I said, trying to meet them in the middle.

            "Nah, what's the fun in that? Might as well use these outfits to our advantage. I wanna see how people react when they look at us," Jack called out from the back. It was never easy to fit all of us into one car, but Chris had managed to fit all of us into his van. In the end, the youngest and wildest of us won – As always – And we pulled into TGI's looking like a walking circus – Or just like we'd chosen our outfits when drunk.

            "You look good in a dress," I whispered to Andy while we waited to be seated. The waitress looked at us speculatively, like it was some sort of prank.

            "You're just saying that 'cuz you wanna feel my ass," Andy scoffed in rely.

            "Don't tease me," I groaned, inwardly cursing him for putting the idea in my head. Now I couldn't stop thinking about just how easy it would be to slide my hand up there...

            "Pay attention, you perv," Andy snickered, alerting me to the fact that they'd finally found a table for us. I rushed ahead of him, pulling the chair out before he had a chance to sit.

            "You first, m'lady," I teased, getting back at him for the comment before. Embracing his character, he curtsied before taking his seat.

            "This isn't date night, you nuts," Jack said light-heartedly, but the comment still made me blush. Every day, instead of getting closer to coming out, I found myself retreating even further into the closet that I was hiding in, putting up a wall of reasons as to why I was better off keeping it a secret to lock me in. Andy's hand brushed against my thigh underneath the table.

            "You're a dick," I muttered, suavely removing it before he managed to distract me even further. I tried to focus on whatever the others were talking out, but then his lips were against my ear.     

            "Only because you want my dick," He said smoothly. I almost choked on the sip of water that was in my mouth.

            "Why?" I hissed, trying to get myself together.

            "Because you're gay?" He replied, quietly enough that only the two of us would hear the comment. My cheeks began to burn again, and I had to take another sip of ice water to try and cool down.

            "No I'm not," I said once I swallowed, clearly flustered by his accusations.

            "Bi," He conceded, enjoying watching me suffer.

            "Shut up!" I exclaimed, but he didn't. He teased me for the rest of dinner, until, by the time that we were finished, I was about ready to explode with the sexual tension brewing inside of me.

            We managed to escape and salvage a few minutes alone while the others finished their desserts. It was hard to explain how good it was to be alone with Andy, with his smooth tongue running over my teeth, and, oh, my hand grasping his ass – But it was over all too soon, and I was left checking my reflection with my phone's camera, praying that it wasn't too obvious that I'd just been participating in a make-out session that was much more steamy, and real, than the 'scandalous' one with Chiara. Brooklyn gave me a knowing look as he climbed in, but didn't say anything.

            Damn.

            It sure was hard to act straight with Andy around.