Roadtrip oneshots (boy x boy)

~ Party Animals ~

Brook's POV:

Me and the boys had just got back from Harvey's birthday party. We couldn't post about it or tell the fans where we were going in case any of them showed up, another reason was because we'd all been drinking, and we all know that doesn't mix well with fans. Well actually I hadn't been drinking, but the rest of the boys had, so the house at the moment was a bit of a mess. Boys wise, not tidiness wise.

At this very moment, the boys are all on top of each other in a pile in Mikey and Andy's room, and someone's screaming amongst a lot of laughing. I should probably be making sure that which ever idiot is screaming is ok but right now I'm so exhausted I just want to sleep for the rest of the week.

As I walk towards my room, someone comes up from behind me and wraps their arms around my waist, causing me to jump a little because I definitely wasn't expecting that. Even though I wasn't expecting it I'm pretty sure I know who it is because they tend to get very clingy when they drink.

"Did you enjoy your party Harv?" I ask over my shoulder. He replies by nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck and humming lightly, sending a small vibration across my skin. I place my hands on top of his and carefully remove them from around me, turning to face him and resting my hands on his hips instead. He decides to rest his on my bum because why not I guess.

"Come on mate, I think it's time to get you and the rest of the boys to bed" I tell him in a hushed voice as our faces are quite close at the moment.

"Dunt wary about the uvers" He slurs before pushing away from me and then grabbing one of my hands in his, giving it a light squeeze and me a cheeky grin. Well this can't be good can it? He then proceeds to lead me into the Rarvey room, sit me down on his bed and pat my thigh a couple times. Then he just walks right back out of the room. I'm so confused.

He comes back about five minutes later, god knows why I just sat here and waited for him to return, and this time he's in pyjamas even though he never picked any up so he's clearly stolen them from someone else. He then climbs into the bed I'm currently sitting on the edge of and repeatedly tugs on my arm. Apparently I'm getting into his bed too then.

Once we've both laid down and gotten comfortable, Harvey places his hand on my cheek and whispers, "I lof you Brook". And even though he's drunk and that's the only reason he's saying it, I pretend that he truly means it and whisper, "I love you too Harvey".

He seems to take these words as some kind of a cue because after that he slowly moves his face towards me and starts to kiss my nose and then my forehead, both my cheeks, my eyelids and then the very edge of my mouth. He rubs his nose against mine and I ignore the fact that he's off his face and tilt my head up, catching his lips with mine and we kiss for a while. It's not rushed and his lips are soft and it's everything I ever dreamed it would be, his hands are on my cheeks and my hands are on top of his and his thumbs are moving lightly against my skin and then my mind has to ruin it by reminding me once again that he's not sober and he probably won't remember this in the morning. Then I pull away.

Harvey rolls onto his back and let's out a small whine, rubbing his face with both his hands before rolling back over and pulling me towards him. Somehow he knows I like being the small spoon so I'll just stay for a bit and then leave before he wakes up. He grabs my smaller hand in his larger one and he brings it to his lips, giving it a small peck before putting both our hands back down onto the bed and that's how we fall asleep.

Harvey's POV:

When I wake up I feel Brook in my arms and I can't help but smile to myself. I mean, why wouldn't I smile, we blooming kissed last night. I've been waiting to be able to kiss Brook for years now and finally it's happened. I reach over him to grab my phone without waking him up and check the time, 13:00. Jheez, it's late so we should probably be getting up now.

Brook looks so cute when he's sleeping though and I don't want to just wake him up so I start to place tiny little kisses up the back of his neck and then trail them along his jaw. They're honestly so light I'm surprised he could feel them, but he obviously could because after a little while of me kissing every inch of skin I start to feel him stir.

"Morning Brooky" I whisper into his ear and he shivers before rolling over in my arms to face me. "Sleep well?" I ask him and he just replies with a quite hum in agreement. After pushing past the butterflies I feel in my stomach from Brook's small hands pressed against my chest I rub his thigh lightly under the covers and place a quick peck on his lips.

After I pull away he looks at me with a mixture of shock and maybe fright on his face and I start to wonder whether I interpreted yesterday wrong. I apologise before taking my hand away from his thigh and sitting up on my bed, crossing my legs and quickly wiping away the tear that falls down my face before he can see it. He then sits up too and crosses his legs in front of me so our knees touch.

"Don't cry Harvey, please" He almost begs me, wiping a couple more tears from my face and clearly trying to think of what to say to me. "I'm sorry" He continues, looking down. "I do want to kiss you, believe me I do, but I just didn't think you would remember last night Harv. You were so drunk" He looks back up at me when he finishes and I giggle lightly, mostly to myself but he obviously hears because he's right in front of me.

I'm met with a confused expression before I answer him, "I don't even drink Brooky, I had lemonade all night. And before you ask, yes, I've had lemonade at every party we've ever been to together. I'm clingy after every party because I just like being close to you... and I use the fact that you think I'm drunk as a way to be near you because I didn't think you'd want me that close when I was sober. But after you kissed me last night I thought maybe you liked my back, I'm sorry I got it wrong, I won't kiss you again I promise" and then he lifted my face with a hand on my chin and he kissed me. It was a lot better than last night's, at least for me, because now I knew he actually wanted to kiss me.

As he started to slide his hand along my thigh there was a loud knock on my door and just as we pulled apart, Rye walked in.

"Alright horn dogs, keep it pg"