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A Smear Of Blue

A.N: Special thanks to @SonataNocturne for the beautiful cover art.  Go check out her stories. They're amazing!

With that said, hope you enjoy! 

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They've been there for ten minutes. Ten minutes, not a minute more, and Brad's already left their table to talk to the guy who's been checking him out since he sat down. Mike has never seen him before, so it must be Brad's first time with him. He knows this, because try as he might, ignoring Brad's extra-group activities has proven impossible. In fact, he's extremely aware of each one of Brad's moves and can probably identify every guy that Brad has sex with out of a crowd.

Every. Single. One.

He also hates each one with a burning passion.

"He's already hooked up with someone?" Chester laughs with amusement. He's new to the band and group and he's unfamiliar with Brad's ways. "I literally just sat my ass on this chair and he's already rubbing against someone. He's faster than the speed of light."

"Yeah, that's our Brad," Dave says with a fond smile and lifts his beer mug, "sarcastic and slutty."

Mike nods. "He's living proof that the 'nice Jewish boy' stereotype is only that, a stereotype." He attempts to laugh at his own joke when the rest of the guys laugh, but he barely manages to produce a tight-lipped smile.

Unsuccessfully, Mike tries to avoid seeing that 'rubbing' Chester mentioned, but his eyes move over the crowd as if on their own accord to try and spot Brad and his new fuck buddy. When he finds them his stomach twists. There Brad is swaying in rhythm with the music against a dark haired man who's practically eating the guitarist's face off. Also, not the same guy Mike saw him sharing an ice cream with and being all flirty with that very afternoon. This man is definitely on the musclier side and his broad hands are touching and groping Brad's lithe body like a starved man, though Brad is not too far behind. He seems to be enjoying the guy's muscles a little too much.

Mike forces himself to look away, but his eyes keep coming back to the touchy couple every so often. At some point, he loses sight of them which can only mean one thing. He sets his focus on the beer in front of him and tries to block the images of what the two are probably doing in the club's bathroom. Thankfully, Dave engages him in small talk and he's soon laughing and chatting animatedly with the rest of the guys.

Between their fourth or fifth round of beers, Brad rejoins them. Mike's stomach twists once more at the sight. Their guitarist is all flushed and he's sporting a rather 'pleased with himself' smirk. He also seems to be walking funny, something Chester notices right away.

"You slut!" Chester laughs, which gets louder as Brad sits down with some difficulty. "Damn! And I thought I was a free spirit."

"Problem?" Brad asks with a wide grin then picks up one of the mugs to have a drink.

"Naw, man! I still love you." Chester claps Brad on the back, making him spill some beer out of the corner of his mouth down to his chin; a trail Mike's eyes follow fixatedly. His mouth begins to water at the sight so he looks away quickly.

"You say that because you've known him for only two weeks," Dave tells Chester in a teasing tone. "Trust me on this one. I have to live with him."

Brad's unfazed by the taunt. It's Dave anyway. That's practically what their relationship is based on, picking on each other. They have an older/younger brother bond and though they give each other a hard time, they love each other dearly. Dave is also very protective of Brad.