Stained |Tradley AU| SHORT STORY<3

"I dont wanna be friends. I wanna kiss your neck"

Brad wouldn't admit it, but he was nervous. The house was crammed full of people he had never met, the smell of cheep alcohol was in the air and- oh! Tristan was holding his hand. The brummie mustn't have noticed this whilst his wide eyes were darting round the room, now that he had, he definitely had a hard time trying not to blush. Causally, the curly haired boy removed his hand from the blondes grasp, refraining from catching his eye. Brad was just about to tell Tristan he didn't like his hand being held when he heard a sharp squeal from behind him. Both lads swung around to find a flushed Connor pressed up against a confused James.

"Shit! I'm so sorry! I wasn't-" connors words fell from his mouth at such a fast pace it was hard to hear the rest of the sentence. If brad wasn't certain before that the Scottish boy was crushing hard on the taller lad then he sure was now. Smiling fondly, he turned to Tristan who had once again, draped his arm around the smaller boys shoulders. Brad didn't bother shrugging him off or telling him to remove his arm. Instead he allowed himself to be steered over to the drinks table. This was when brads heart started beating fast, he wasn't so sure he wanted to be drinking around all these new people. Especially the one leading him over to the alcohol. He decided half way that he wouldn't.

"Anything you fancy, curly?" The blonde suggested, looking down at the smaller boy. Brad shrugged. "Maybe just a Pepsi for now, yourself?" He asked back. Tristan only smirked. "You want to know what i fancy?" Oh. Perhaps brad didn't. He started to pour himself a small amount of Pepsi into one of the red cups, whilst Tristan helped himself to whatever alcoholic beverage he had chosen. Brad decided that maybe he should look for Connor, but before he could tell Tristan his plan, a hand tapped his shoulder, causing him to turn around. His gaze fell on a blushing hanna, who looked anything but happy to be there.

"Oh hanna! You look great!" The brummie grinned, turning to tap tris on the shoulder. "Tristan, look" the blonde cast his gaze down, smiling fondly when he saw hanna. "Han! Looking good babe, if hemmings doesnt ask you to dance I definitely will!" The artist blushed.

"Thank god I found you guys. He was at the door, said he was glad I came. He's drunk. Didn't know what to say" she muttered, playing with her sleeves.

"He can't be drunk yet, it's just started" brad reassured.

"We've been over this H, he's into you. He's not the type to do extra art, he clearly goes to talk to you." Tristan sighed. Hanna just nodded and murmured something about going to find Connor. She have a small wave before disappearing into the cloud of people. The lads watched after her, both feeling sorry for the artist.

"You gonna be on my arm all night, tris?" Brad looked up at the older lad. The taller lad rolled his eyes "yes. Can't have some horny guy whisking you away when I'm not looking hmm?" Brad didn't know how I respond to that, so he just sipped his Pepsi.

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Tristan was drunk. As the night went on, brad could see the significant change in his attitude. If he thought Tristan was flirty before, he hadn't seen the half of it. Drunk Tristan was far worse.

"Come dance baby!" Came Tristan's excited voice, tugging at brads arm. The smaller boy stood still, there was no way on earth he was dancing with Tristan Evans. Not here. Realising that brad wasn't going anywhere, the taller boy draped his arms overs Bradley's shoulders, pressing his face to the crook of his neck "that wasn't optional, sweetheart" tris whispered hotly into his ear. Brad tried hard not to gulp, instead he gave up, allowing the blonde to drag them both to where the dancing was happening. The curly haired boy still refused to dance himself, instead, he watched Tristan loosen up. Watching him dance might have been the most attractive thing Bradley had ever seen, but he definitely didn't let Tristan know that. The boys hair was deliciously messed up and sweaty, pure sex. Brad thought, shamefully. Maybe Tristan wasn't so bad, and maybe brad didn't try to stop him when the blondes hands were gripping his small waist.

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"Did you have a good time?" Brad asked politely as both lads made their way outside. Most people were no where near done partying, but Tristan's words were starting to slur, and brad thought he could use a good sleep. Carlotta was with Hanna and Connor was still talking to James. So it was just the two lads.

"I'll show you a good time" was the blondes reply. Brad only rolled his eyes.

"I'm serious babe, you're so pretty" Tristan slurred. Brad shot him a look.

"Friends don't say that stuff to each other" brad reminded.

"I don't wanna be your friend. I wanna kiss your neck"

"Tris. Stop."

"I can't you're too pretty, I want to-"

"I said stop it! You're wasted, tris, you'd regret everything" the smaller boy warned.

"Wouldn't regret getting in your pants babe. Who would?" He chuckled as brad pushed him away, walking faster to the Tristan's car.

"I'll drive. You can't" he said shortly. before he could reach to open the door, he felt strong hands spinning him around and warm lips pressed to his own. His eyes widened, and a squeal escaped his mouth. Tristan's hands were running all over the brunettes body, brad couldn't believe it. He didn't think he'd take it so far. He could feel his heart in his throat, he could hear it too. Tristan's lips were warm. He almost gave in to the kiss, when something stopped him. The plangent taste of alcohol.  Tristan's lips left his, and started to kiss his jaw.
"Tris no-" the boy squirmed, trying to escape this tight grip.

"Tris stop!"

The blonde did, eyes falling down to Brads. "You liked that." He smirked, his inked jaw flexing. Brad shook his head, he wouldn't let Tristan be satisfied. "No" was all he could manage to breathe out.

Tristan's hands fell lower onto his hips, leaning in to kiss the smaller boy again.

Brad didn't think. He only reacted. His small hand darted up and back-handed  Tristan right across his face.

That should have been it. He should have ran home. But he couldn't. Not now. As Tristan stared back at the boy, brad couldn't believe what he was seeing. He looked down at his knuckles, then back up to Tristan's face, right check all red from brads hand. But that wasn't what brad was staring so intently at.

Tristan's ink had vanished from his jaw, and brads ink was slowly fading as he was watching.

And this time, brad didn't stop Tristan from kissing his face.

Hehe😊