Drunk Mistake

Anger

Brent POV

About a week after the incident with Eric, I caught a nasty chest cold that lasted for like two weeks, so that morning when Zach came to check up on me I knew he wasn't looking to fuck. 2 weeks of total celibacy was torture, but we couldn't risk Zach getting sick too. Anyways, I was dead tired when he came a-knocking and I was barely awake as I let him in. I shuffled back to  my bed and he stood at my feet. "Are you any better?" he asked. "Yeah" I rasped. "I'm exhausted, but I think the cold is done with me. Jake said I'm probably not contagious anymore." I opened my arms towards Zach and said "Come snuggle. I'm cold." he kicked off his shoes and crawled into bed next to me. I wrapped my arms around him, reveling in the newfound warmth. I took a deep breath in, expecting to be met by the familiar "essence of Zach", but instead my newly unblocked nostrils were assaulted by an unfamiliar odor. In fact, it was so strange that it jolted me out of my sleepy haze. I took another quick sniff and figured out what I was smelling. "Zaaach..." I said slowly. "Yeah?" he said, clearly oblivious to my shock. "Would you like to explain why you smell like stale sex and cologne?" He stiffened in my arms. "Umm...no?" he said weakly. I sat up and promptly shoved him off my bed. I was pretty damn sure I knew the answer and suddenly I was angry. "Where the fuck were you last night, Zach?" I spat, standing up to tower over him. My voice was steadily rising and Zach looked surprised and scared, but why should I care right? He wants to fuck other people? That's just FINE, but I wanted to give him hell for it. "Which goddamn whorehouse did you go have fun in last night while I was here, sick and wanting ?" I was straight up yelling at this point and then I took my volume all the way up to screaming. "WHO DID YOU LET FUCK  YOU ZACH? TELL ME WHO FUCKED YOU SO I CAN GO BEAT HIS ASS!" I was seeing red, but after that last out burst I started to calm down. When I finally could focus on the silent Zach sitting on the floor in front of me, I saw the tears running down his face and I realized what I had done. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry Zach." I said softly as I sat down on the bed with my head in my hands. "I don't know why I said that." I could feel the tears welling up in my own eyes. "It's none of my business who else you hook up with, I just thought..." I trailed off, not knowing what I wanted to say. Tears were still rolling down Zach's face as I looked at him and said pleadingly "Please don't hate me. I'm just a jealous person I guess." He wiped the tears off his face and said "No, no of course I don't hate you... you just scared me." He stood up and sat down next to me on the bed. "I wasn't trading you in ya know? You were just sick and I needed to get fucked. If it's any consolation, he wasn't nearly as good as you." he said, playfully bumping my shoulder with his. I felt awful. He had no reason to apologize when I was the one in the wrong here. My insecurity about what we were doing was getting in the way of our friendship and brotherhood. I knew I had to make things right and I was about to apologize again when he grabbed my jaw and turned my face towards him. He kissed me softly and the feeling he gave me was all I needed to know that everything was going to be alright. I was so glad I wasn't sick anymore. We ended up making out for several minutes and Zach seemed to want to take things further, but I didn't let him. He still needed a shower and it didn't feel right to fuck after what just happened. He was happy enough to just lay on the bed under me and just kiss and enjoy each other's presence. I was laying on top of him, his hands were tangled in my hair, and mine were massaging the sides of his neck. I pulled away and began to kiss his neck and the BAM! The door the hotel room slammed open. Someone had kicked it in, and that someone was Jake. He rushed into the room scanning the place for danger. "Sparky said he heard yelling, like someone was fighting are you guys oka...uh..." he said as he registered what was going on. I rolled off of Zach and walked over to a stunned Jake who was just opening and closing his mouth like he was trying to find something to say. "I'm sorry you had to see that, Jake. Everything's fine, we're fine. Just say I was angry at Zach for treating me like a baby or something, okay?" I suggested. Jake looked at me and said "Yeah of course brother. Just so you know I don't think any less of you." he looked behind me at Zach "...either of you." I nodded and said "Thanks Jake, and sorry again." "No worries, brother." was his reply as he walked out of the room and closed the door. I turned to see Zach hiding his head under a pillow. "I think you should go back to your room." I suggested. He agreed "We've caused enough trouble for today."

Barry POV

I waited outside Brent's room with Sparky, Zach's guitar tech, while Jake busted down the door and went in. We were really worried because there was absolutely no sound coming from the room after we got there. Sparky said Brent had been absolutely screaming  and then went silent. That used to happen a lot back when he did drugs and got drunk, so naturally we all thought the worst. Jake came out looking a little shaken but not worried. "Well is he alright?" I asked. "Yeah he's fine. Zach was just pissing him off." he relied with a chuckle. "Humph, okay." I said not quite believing him. The snort that came from Sparky told me he wasn't buying it either. Brent didn't loose his temper like that over petty shit. Whatever happened must've been serious. I figured I could ask Brent about it later. For the time being, though, I went to tell Eric about what had happened. He seemed worried as I brought him up to speed. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed before saying "I night know what that was about. I had a very... interesting conversation with Brent the other day. I accidentally saw a text conversation he was having with that unsaved number I told you about before. He... well, he sent a very  graphic image to that person and... god I hate thinking about it... I saw it. All of it. And the messages from the other number were just straight up erotic. We had a very, lets say, revealing, discussion about it. He admitted to being gay or bisexual, he wasn't specific. He also said he had been sleeping with the same guy for 'a while'. If Zach found out about it and asked him, I could see Brent getting pretty upset. Or, and I know you aren't too keen on my theories, but what if the guy Brent's been sleeping with is  Zach and they were having like a couple's quarrel or something?" Barry sat down and thought for a good minute before saying, "Well yeah, I guess either could be possible. I just wish Brent would be more upfront about his sexuality with us. We're supposed to be brothers!" I nodded in agreement and said "He told me that since he hasn't ever been in 'a real relationship' with a man yet that he didn't think he needed to bring it up." "Okay, maybe that makes sense, but then what about this guy he's been apparently fucking for 'a while'? Does he not consider that to be a ' real relationship'?" "Nope, that what I asked him and he said that they're just fuckbuddies." "Good lord. Well, I say we carry on like normal and if it's Zach we'll catch them and if it's not we'll try to figure out who it is." That sounded like a plan to me.

Zach POV

I left Brent's room that day feeling shaky. I hadn't expected him to A) Find out and B) React so angrily. I chalked it up to exhaustion and jealousy. I figured that he thought we had some sort of unspoken agreement not to fuck anybody else (which I would've been fine with), but I wished he had just told me he would rather us be exclusive. Once I thought about it, I understood why he would be so concerned. What if I caught an STD and unknowingly gave it to him? What if someone recognized me and outed me to the world? Brent was really just looking out for both of us, right? Although I didn't understand why he got so violent. He really scared me. It was the first time I ever thought he might actually hit me, and we've gotten into some really heated fights before. He seemed so apologetic afterwards though, I just couldn't be mad at him. I was more than happy to make up by making out, but then Jake busts down the freaking door! I realized that I needed to shower and figure out how we could move on and get things back to normal.