Drunk Mistake

Exposed

AN: Don't worry it's not over yet ;)

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Eric POV

I was walking to the back lounge to call my wife when I noticed a light peaking out from around the curtain on Brent's bunk. I thought he would've been asleep at that point. I decided to mess with him and maybe I'd catch him in a mildly compromising position. I was not prepared for what I saw when I whipped back the curtain. Brent snapped his head around to look at me. He was still on his side, facing the wall away from me. He was also on his phone. "Who ya textin' Brenny?" I asked teasingly and leaned over to snatch the phone from his hand. I looked at it, expecting to see Instagram or twitter, but instead I was met with a text conversation between Brent an some unknown number. As what was actually on the screen registered in my brain, my eyes widened. I looked up at Brent in shock. He angrily grabbed the phone back from me and slammed the curtain shut. I had just seen an extremely graphic picture, much like the one Brent had received a few weeks prior from what I thought was the same number. The picture I saw this time though was of his hand wrapped around his dick (Which was hard), resting on his stomach. The message he sent with it was not sure if I wanna be quiet this time, and the responses from the mystery number were basically daring him to make some noise. I was disgusted and embarrassed and surprised that Brent would send something like that. "Careful enough" my ass! What would happen if whoever he sent that to released that picture (and god knows however many more Brent sent them) to the public? You can see Brent's big ass 'Beyond X' tattoo in the picture, so there would be no denying who it was. At least Brent had nothing to be ashamed of in the size department. Still, he wouldn't want that circulating the web. I made my phone call, said goodnight to Kellie, and got into bed as quietly as possible. I could tell that Brent was still awake and the air felt tense. it was hard to fall asleep.

Brent POV

Holy shit! HOLY FUCKING SHIT! I was done for. Eric saw my dick. Hard. Intentionally. I was sure our cover was blown. I was literally still hard when he opened my curtain. I'm sure he read the messages too. At least he didn't know it was Zach I sent it to. I can try and fake a secret lover if he tries to find out who it was. I knew Eric wouldn't tell anybody what he saw, so it really wasn't that big o a deal, but I still felt like I might die of embarrassment. Zach was able to calm me down a little after that whole ordeal, but I still couldn't sleep. At least we would be staying in the same city for the next week. That gave me something to look forward to. We would be playing 3 shows, but Zach and I could have a lot of  fun in a week at a hotel! Unfortunately, I would have to survive facing Eric the next morning if I ever wanted to have fun again.

Eric POV

When I woke up I found that Zach and Barry were gone, leaving me with a still sleeping Brent. It wasn't long before he was awake and sleepily stumbling into the kitchen area to get a cup of coffee. It seemed to take him a second to remember the events of last night, but when he did his eyes turned into dinner plates and he looked down at his cup in shame. I knew he was embarrassed, but I needed to make sure that he wouldn't stay mad at me. Angry Brent was never fun to live with. "Hey man, I'm really sorry." I started. "I feel really bad about last night and I just want you to know that I wont say anything to anyone." Brent looked at me with a confused expression. "Eric, I trust you not do to something like that. You know that! Even with the current situation, you're still my brother and I trust you." At least he wasn't mad at me. I was ready to just move on and forget about the whole thing but then Brent asked "So, how much did you see anyway?" I was surprised he wanted to know. "Um... I saw a picture... of you... and the messages after that. So... enough to get the idea." I told him, trying not to be crass. Brent slammed his forehead into his hand. "Dude, I'm so sorry you had to see that!" he groaned. I thought this would be a good time to bring up the other picture I had seen. "Actually, I saw something else a while ago that I want to ask you about." Brent snapped his head up. "Wha...what was it?" he asked, cringing. "It was another picture... except it was someone who sent it to you. I swear I didn't mean to look! I was just next to your phone when the notification popped up!" "Fuck." he said under his breath. "Anyways," I continued. "when did you start sleeping with men? And why didn't you ever tell us you were gay?" Brent turned an alarming shade of red, and I worried that he had stopped breathing altogether. He finally spoke, "It's... It's been going on for a while. I've just never been in a real relationship with a man so I figured nobody needed to know." "And that guy, the one you've been swapping nudes with, are you in a secret relationship with him?" I asked, happy that he was finally opening up, but surprised at his answers. He replied "Ah, no, not exactly a relationship. It's more like occasional fun I guess." "Brent, you do know how dangerous it is to be sending pictures like that to some random dude, right? I mean what if he decides to release them to the public? Your tattoo is a dead giveaway, so you couldn't even deny that it was you!" He nodded and said "Yeah I know, but he wouldn't do that." He grinned "I'm too good of a lay." I snorted and said "Yeah I'm sure you are buddy". I got up and since the conversation seemed to be over, I went to the back to write some music, but before I could leave Brent grabbed my arm and said "Eric, you gotta promise me that you won't out me. Not even to Zach or Barry. Please" he looked so afraid and I felt really bad for him. "Hey, you told me you trust me. Brothers through and through right?" I said with a smile. He seemed reassured. After that, things went smoothly for a good stretch.