Tradley Smut

Number. 1

- A lonely night -

"Thank you Paris!" Brad yelled into the microphone before hurrying off the stage, waving one last time at the crowd. "Great show boys." Joe said, clapping their shoulders while Brad just smiled slightly desperately wanting to get to the hotel. A whole night in the hotel to himself. He had waited for that moment for two weeks now. And it hadn't helped that Tristan took off his shirt in the middle of the show making it impossible for the younger male to not stare at him. Begging Joe to get an only room was hard but in the end, the manager obliged and let the singer have some privacy. In the taxi on their way to the hotel, Brad was desperately thinking about anything that would keep himself decent for the time being. Spiders, gross fat spiders. He thought to himself when his eyes suddenly landed on Tristan who was staring out the window. His hands in his lap. That's where I'd like to be... The thought was enough to make Brad's jeans grow a little tighter.
"Here we are boys." At the sound of that statement, Brad was out of the car mere seconds and speed walked towards the huge double doors of the hotel. The elevator took way too long to open its doors and when Brad was finally inside he heard someone call. "Wait!" So he had to move his foot in between the doors. All of his band mates and his two managers got into the space and of course as lucky as Brad was, Tristan somehow got behind him and now his butt was pressing against the blondes clothed dick wich wasn't exactly helping his hard on. The boy couldn't help but press back against Tristan slightly who suddenly gripped his hips making Brad let out a small gasp.
"Sorry mate, lost my balance for a second." Tristan said and quickly let go of Brad who almost begged him to leave his hands there. "No problem"
He answered with a sheepish smile trying not to let his eyes scream FUCK ME as loud as his thoughts were.
The door opened and Brad was the first one out, basically running towards his room. When he entered the hotel room he pulled the curtains closed, turned off the light and flopped onto the bed. He slowly pushed his hand down his pants and began to stroke himself, biting his lip at the sensation but soon found himself not being too turned on anymore. Grabbing his phone, he clicked on the folder: Talk Dirty To Me in his gallery and a row of pictures and videos were revealed. Pictures of Tristan with his arm around the smaller brunette, Tristan shirtless, Tristan in leather jackets and videos of Tristan saying Bradleys name or smacking his ass. The brunette could feel his pants tightening at the sound of Tristans voice saying his name.
"Tristan..." He moaned in a whisper, starting to stroke himself again.
The video ended and Brad rolled onto his stomach, his phone dropping to the ground. The male imagined Tristan behind him, whispering dirty things in his ear. He grabbed the waistband of his pants and boxers and pulled them down to his knees, once again imagining his blonde band mate doing it. "Brad..." He imagined in his head, biting his lip in arousal.
"Brad you're so tight..." The voice in his head continued. "F-fuck..." Brad choked out as he started to jack himself off. Sweat was rolling down his face, making his brown curls stick to his forehead as his mouth hung open. As his member was laying upright against his stomach, he leaned over to his night desk and pulled out a small bottle of lube.
He opened it with his shaking fingers and poured the liquid onto three of his fingers before placing the against his entrance. He bit into the pillow and inserted the first finger, the stretch made the boy let out a groan of pain. After moving it in and out for a bit he decided to insert another finger, stretching himself even more.
Suddenly he heard a voice in the corridor. An all too familiar voice.
"Yeah man, we're going to eat in like 15 minutes I'd say. Are we meeting you there?" Brad listened to the voice intensely and moved his fingers in and out of himself in a faster rhythm, imagining it being the owner of the voice in front of his door. Brad pushed a third finger into himself and let out a moan of pain against the pillow, trying to be as quiet as possible.
"Okay great. Yeah. Connor and James are getting ready and I'm about to tell Brad." The voice said and Brad almost let out a loud groan at the sound of his name on the blondes lips. He started to stroke himself with the hand that was occupied by pushing in and out of himself. "I mean I guess he's in his room, where else should he be?"
Brad arched his back as fingers grazed his prostate and he couldn't help but let out a loud moan. "Um Joe I'll call you back." Tristan said on the other side of the door and Brad quickly covered his mouth with his hand. "Brad? Hey man are you okay in there?" Tristan asked through the door and Brad bit his lip, contemplating what to answer. "Y-yeah, I'm fine!" He yelled back, cursing himself for the stutter. "Okay then, we're going to go downstairs eat something in about 15 minutes. Will you be ready by then?" Tristan asked.
If you keep talking I'll definitely be done by then. Brad thought to himself as he suddenly lost his balance and fell onto his side wich pushed his fingers further into himself. A loud breathy moan escaped his lips and he covered his mouth again. He squeezed his eyes shut. "Are you sure you're okay?" Tristan asked and Brad took in a deep breath. "Y-yeah I'm okay! And I'll be out b-by then!" He quickly yelled and pushed himself onto his stomach again. "Okay man. Just text me if you need anything."
The blonde called out and footsteps were heard going down the hall.
Brad wasn't able to answer as he felt his release coming closer. The boy squeezed his eyes shut and fingered himself a bit faster while also stroking his member at the same time. He felt the familiar knot in his stomach as his eyes suddenly landed on his phone wich was still laying on the ground. The display was on since he had just gotten a notification and his lock screen captivated him. A picture of him sitting on a black leather couch with his legs over Tristans lap who was wearing his leather jacket and sunglasses. The sight triggered his release and a loud breathless moan left the boys lips as he came all over his hand. His body slumped down and his breathing was ragged as the display of his phone went dark again.
He let out heavy breaths and slowly pulled his fingers out of his hole. The boy felt sticky all over and rolled over getting up onto his shaking knees and tried to steady himself. His pants and boxers were left on the ground as he limped over to the bathroom. The afterwards was never fun. He got into the small room and closed the door behind himself, quickly stepping into the shower after pulling off his shirt.
The brunette leaned his forehead against the cold shower wall and let out a shaky breath. Oh how he wished Tristan was there with him and how he wished Tristan had been the one making him cum onto his hand. Loneliness was tugging at his heart and it hurt. A faint knock was heard and he cursed under his breath, stepping out of the shower. The boy wrapped a towel around his waist and quickly exited the bathroom, opening the door for whoever had knocked.
Tristan was standing there in his leather jacket, hands in his pockets, a sly smirk on his face. "You ready to go, bear?" The male asked and Brad raised an eyebrow. "Do I look like it?"
He asked sarcastically, motioning towards his dripping wet body. Tristan suddenly pushed Brad back into the room and closed the door behind himself. The brunette furrowed his eyebrows at the actions of his friend. "I know what you did in here while I was in front of the door,"
Tristan whispered and Brad felt his heart sinking deep into his stomach, his breath caught in his throat. "And I know you moaned my name." The brunette clenched the hand holding his towel up into a fist as he gulped, staring at Tristan with wide eyes. He couldn't get any words out and he wouldn't know what anyway if he could. The blonde just stared at his band mate before stepping closer to him. "I'm not mad or anything, in case you thought." He said gently and his gaze wandered down as Brad shook with nerves. "But I need a little favor in order for me not to tell anyone..."
Tristan said in a seductive voice as the brunette gulped again, knowing he'd do anything to not be humiliated in that way. The blonde held eye contact with Brad as he placed his hand on his younger band mates hand making him let go of the towel. The white fabric fell to the floor with a small thud and the two boys were once again left in complete silence as the younger boy stood there completely naked. Brad's breath hitched as he felt the tip of Tristans finger tracing the side of his body. Goosebumps were left on the smooth, tanned skin and the blonde placed his hand on the small of the boys back just above his butt. "Are you going to obey or do I have to tell everybody what a little slut you are, moaning my name while playing with yourself..." The blonde whispered into Brad's ear who shivered slightly. "I-I'll obey." The boy whispered out and Tristan smirked, leaning closer to the boys ear and whispering in a husky voice. "Then get on your knees, baby boy."