my band mate is a twink?

-smut-

-harrison pov-

i'm practising for tonight's performance but i keep getting distracted by my band mate across the room. the way his fingers strum the guitar to make the chords resonate through the air. perfect.

there was a point in my life when i realised i wasn't straight because of this man. i spent many nights thinking about him which resulted in me having wet dreams about him. very awkward when you have to meet him the next day for rehearsal, i figured i'd try and tone it down and try not to think about him over these past few months, but with this performance coming up and his outfit just do something else to me.

he's wearing black leather jeans and a black my chemical romance  vest with chains coming from the jeans. i don't think i've ever found a vest so sexy on someone. he has smoky black eyeliner on with red eye-shadow. classic emo.

i see him walking my way and he winks at me then goes straight past me to go to the past for preparation. what was that? he winked at me. was that accidental or intentional? i hope for the latter, although the chance is very slim; i don't even know his sexuality.

i have to move on from my thoughts as i realise we are all taking the stage for our main performance and the thoughts of him are gone, for the time being.

-time skip-

the performance went so well and lots of people showed up. now it was just a matter of going home to rest. i was about to head out the door when Ben ran up to me and i could feel my heart racing, what did he want?

"hey, i was kind of hoping that i could sleep at your house because it's past midnight and i wouldn't want to catch a taxi now?"

"yeah, that's fine." i spoke out of impulse, i always do it if i'm nervous and right now, i am. the guy i have dreams about wants to sleep at my house and- wait... i didn't put my other clothes away!

on the way to my house in the car, i was overthinking about all the girly cloths that i had left strewn all over my bedroom floor. this would be my secret leaked and i got anxiety from just think about him not liking me because of it. but the truth is i love it because it makes me feel cute even when my persona on stage is cold and tough.

i hear the engine turn off and i guess it's time to admit defeat as i get out of the car, he steps out and i get nervous as we go into the house. it's not like i had any reason not to tell any of my friends, they was all pretty accepting but i couldn't bare to lose my chance with ben, i've liked him for two years now and i want nothing more to stay this way.

it's not like i can play if off and say they're my sisters that she put in my room because i don't even have a sister. it would be pointless to say they are my mums as all of the clothes are my size, you can clearly see that they wouldn't be suitable for any other of my family members.

he knows i'm gay so i can't say it's my girlfriend. i guess this will be the way it is now.

we both walk upstairs and walk into my room, immediately met with the sight of thigh highs, chokers and mini skirts. oh shit. i turn around and i'm met with a blushing ben, the sight makes me wonder what's going through his mind at this moment in time.

my thoughts are interrupted by the feeling of a hand on my waist, he leans closer as if we're surrounded by a thousand people.

"are these yours?" he purrs against my ear.

"what if they are?" i ask, slightly nervous for the outcome.

"then we'll have fun tonight." he smirks.

by now i'm a blushing mess, thinking of all the possible ways tonight could end, but right now the one i really want to happen most is with him in my bed and our cloths off. that sounds good right now.