Someone, Somewhere [boyxboy]

Chapter Four

A week had passed since our first show, and everything was going phenomenal, to say the least. Everyone was getting along greatly, but that was expected. Austin and Alan had finally come out about their relationship yesterday, and it was wonderful to see them both so happy. I still felt horrid about the whole affair thing, and if I were Alan and I had found out... well, things wouldn't end very well for Austin and whoever he was sleeping with. But Austin was so good at keeping up the act, and as far as I could tell, nobody questioned my orientation or motives with one of my dearest friends. I had every intention to keep it this way.

Since we would be in this city for three days, all of us had decided to rent some hotel rooms. Ben, James, and I had all decided to stay in one together, though it would just be Ben and me since James would be out with a couple old friends... which meant he wouldn't be back until sometime tomorrow. I had decided to stay back while the others went out, as I just wasn't in the mood to drink, and I felt as if I deserved a relaxing evening. As I mentioned before, I want to tone things down a bit, which meant removing myself from the group before the party even began.

Our hotel room was fairly nice. The wallpaper and furniture were clearly sad attempts at making the room appear much more fancy than the average hotel room, with golden yellow paint along the top half of the walls, while the other half was a matching wallpaper, tiny sea shells stamped about a half inch apart going downwards. Although the beds weren't the most comfortable, they were fairly wide, which meant I could sprawl out in any position my heart desired. I was sort of jealous of Ronnie since he had that large bedroom while everyone else had tiny beds, but he had worked hard for that bus. There was a large bedside table between both beds with a lamp, phone book, and Bible. The only things I would be touching from there would be that lamp. The television was on the opposite wall, sitting on a tall and empty dresser that also occupied some of our smaller supplies, such as Ben's hair things, my charging phone, and an empty Subway bag.

There was a red sitting chair in the corner, another tiny table besides it with nothing on it. The door was on that same wall. Our bathroom was of decent size as well, with two sinks and one large shower. This was located on the other side of the room. Minus the television, there was no lighting in the room, as I was getting ready to go to bed for the night. It was eleven thirty, and all I wore was an old white t-shirt and blue plaid boxers. My hair was a mess, but frankly I didn't give a shit. It wasn't like anyone was going to see me. I kept thinking in this positive manner until I heard a knock on the door and groaned. Who the hell could it be? All of the guys knew I was taking it easy tonight. "It's open!" I called, shooting daggers at the door with my eyes.

However, this look soon faded when I saw who was entering my room, and a smile lit up my face. He had the same expression, and it made his dark eyes glow. I knew why he was here though, and I wouldn't stop him from getting what he wanted. I had began wondering if having any actual feelings for him would do me any good, if maybe just a strict physical attraction and friends with benefits thing would do us a better. It seemed to be working well enough now, and I didn't see nor feel the need to fix something that wasn't broken.

The other male was on me after a few seconds, crushing our lips together. Ours didn't fit perfectly together, something that didn't bother me. I knew he and I weren't made for one another, and he knew it, too. The one he was made for was probably out looking for him, oblivious to what he was doing. I ran my fingers through Austin's hair, our tongues dancing, battling for dominance. God, was he good at doing this. Hell, he was gay; it sort of came with the territory, I assumed. "Danny.." he whispered against my lips as I worked to pull his shirt off. We separated for a short second while I threw his black top somewhere irrelevant, running my hands over his tattooed torso. "I know this is terrible, but I couldn't wait any longer. You were just looking so fucking good.."

I couldn't resist smirking. "When don't I?" he chuckled and began going down on me, leaving heated kisses down my torso. God, was I happy to get back into shape. I was no longer a fat fuck, and looked pretty damn good if I say so myself. Austin tugged down my boxers and opened his mouth to engulf my erection, but we both froze instantly at the sound of the door opening, followed by voices.

Someone had just walked in on Austin and me.

Daring to look over and see who the intruders were, I wasn't sure if I should be happy to see Ben and Cameron, or scared out of my wits. Both of them were very good people, but I knew they had been drinking tonight, and there was no telling of what could happen.

"What the fuck?!" Ben shouted, while Cameron just stood in the doorway, his mouth hitting the ground in shock.

That was a pretty good question, honestly. Didn't mean I had an answer for it. "Wait, Ben, I-I can explain." I lied as I yanked on my boxers and sat up. Austin was beet red, and I wasn't sure if he knew that the situation at hand was up in the air. It could go either wrong or right, and I prayed for the latter. Ben looked at me with angry eyes, whilst Cameron remained there in shock. I loved him to death, but he could be a fucking idiot some times. "Okay, I can't explain. But you both need to promise us that this won't get out, because Alan will be shattered. Our bands and reputations are on the line as well, which is something I know none of us can lose."

Ben shook his head angrily, mumbling something under his breath before storming out. Cameron came out of his gaze and averted his eyes before he too left. Now it was just Austin and me, both of us ashamed and frightened of what could happen.

"I uh... better get going." he said quietly, slipping off the bed and picking up his shirt. After tugging it on, he made for the door, stopping as it started to close. "I think we should stop doing this, Danny. I know it's not entirely your fault, but.." he sighed, closing the door behind him and leaving me once again alone. Perhaps Warped Tour wouldn't be as fantastic as we had all originally believed.