Bedroom Warfare - Rack (boyxboy)

| twenty one |

Okay because I'm an idiot, ima say the boys have their own places as well as the shared flat, okay? okay.

It was a couple days after the boys had been out, and not a lot had happened, though a certain someone had remembered a few details from the drunken night.

"Andy?" Brooklyn asked, when they were finally alone for the first time in two days.

"Yeah?" he raised a brow.

"You know the other night?"

"Yeah?" Andy smirked, knowing where this was going.

"You came straight home, didn't you?"

Andy nodded, his smirk growing wider.

"Did you uh- i mean- well-"

"Yep," he chuckled.

"And you've known for like, two days and didn't say anything?"

"Yep," he chuckled again.

"What the fuck do I do?" Brooklyn sighed.

Andy shrugged, "you don't know if they remember it."

"I'm not fucking asking them, in case they don't," he raised a brow.

"Do you want me to?" he smirked.

Brook sighed, "no... But I don't have another option, do I?"

"I don't think so," Andy laughed.

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Brooklyn kept away from the others when they came back, staying with Andy in the Mindy room. Well, that was until Andy went to talk to Rye and Jack.

He knocked on Rye's bedroom door, "guys?"

"Yeah?" Rye answered.

"Am I safe to come in?"

There was laughter from the other side of the door, concerning him slightly, but Jack finally shouted a "yeah, you're safe!"

"Okay, I need to ask you guys something," he said as he walked in, shutting the door behind him.

"Yeah?" Jack questioned.

"Okay, so the other night?"

"What about it?" Rye raised a brow.

"You know I was home, right? When you two came in... and went straight to Jack's room..."

"Yeah..." Rye said slowly.

"Is this about Brook?" Jack asked carefully, watching his reaction.

Andy nodded.

"Does he remember it?" Rye asked.

"Yeah," Andy said quietly, "but he didn't wanna ask you guys about it, in case you didn't remember it..."

"I didn't til yesterday," Rye chuckled.

"I had to remind him," Jack smirked.

"I don't need the details, save that for Brookie!" Andy laughed.

"Yeah, send him in," Rye bit his lip.

Andy nodded. "Brook?!" he shouted.

"I mean, that works too," Rye chuckled.

Brooklyn's hesitant footsteps sounded toward the door, and Andy moved out of the way of it.

"Brook?" Jack called.

"Yeah?"

"Hurry up," he chuckled.

Brook walked in slowly, his face flushing bright red as he saw the two of them.

"We remember the other night," Jack smirked, "don't worry."

"And if Andy decides to stop eavesdropping, we'll talk about it..." Rye chuckled, glaring at Andy, who finally left with dramatic sigh.

"I uh- I'm sorry about-" Brook started.

Rye cut him off by pulling him onto the bed between him and Jack, "you don't need to be sorry..."

"We were all drunk," Jack said slowly, "but maybe if we weren't drunk..."

"Things might be different...?" Rye finished.

Brook's eyes widened, "are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"Three way, right here, right now," Jack smirked. Rye nodded.

Brooklyn looked between the two of them, "i uh.. Well- yeah. I'm in..." he bit his lip.

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