James Cassells/Sam Bettley (and some Brusnop)

Part 2

It was supposed to just be a one-shot but I did a part 2!! It's longer than the other part and as I'm sick I might post some other stuff. Tell me if you enjoyed this part :3 enjoy~

Sam's P.O.V

I sat in our tour bus living room, my gaze still fixated on my computer screen (which went black a few minutes ago). Ben and Danny walked in and I closed my laptop smiling at them, they smiled back and left to the bunk area. But as soon as Ben had his back to me I stared at him with pure hatred. I just watched the backstage entertainment interview and I was a bit mad at Ben and James...No I'm not jealous!!

...Okay maybe a bit. James entered the bus and smiled brightly at me. Fuck the sexy mother fucker. I took my pack of cigarettes and got out, I needed a smoke to calm down my nerves. As I smoked I thought about what the interviewer said to them after the kiss, they are actually pretty close. James hugged Ben more than me, they laughed more together and I always felt like a third wheel when we're all together. I smoked by myself until James joined me, even though he's the last person I'd like to see right now.

"Hey" he smiled but I just looked back to my staring spot on the ground. James sighed and light up his own cig. I shot him a discreet glare but he was already looking at me.

"What?" He asked in this super cute accent and I just shook my head and shrugged in answer.

"Sam there's clearly something wrong, you're never this cold with me, what is it?" I shrugged again and throw the remaining of my cig on the ground. I turned towards the bus door but James stopped me from going any further. He shot me the glare, the one that said 'I won't repeat myself so tell me now'.

"I don't know, ask Ben!" Why the hell did I say that I don't know. But I know that I was in deep shit.

"What are you talking about?" I shook my head and sighed, he asked a question he already knew the answer to. I looked at him in the eyes for the first time that day and he seemed truly confused.

"Sam are you jealous of Ben?" He smirked while saying this sentence, which is a pretty cruel thing to do when asking this kind of question.

"No, I'm not" I answered in total deny. Hey, one could dream, maybe he'll believe me.

"You are, is it about the kiss?" Yes! So now shut up and leave me alone already. I sighed and I think that might have been a yes even though I wanted to say no.

"It's not only about the kiss, every time he glances at you at a show you fuck up a song and you guys always share those stupid knowing looks, like you both known a secret no else is aware of and that annoy me to no point!" I blurted that out without even taking a breath and I was blushing but now I felt stupid and James was blushing too. Great Samuel, you made everyone in the conversation uncomfortable.

"Yes Ben might know something kind of secret but there's nothing between us" ugh, now he gives me the 'there's nothing between us' card?! I chuckled in disbelief.

"Why do you care anyway? It's not like you're my fucking wife or anything!" He's angry. Fuck me he's angry and it's at me. I'm dead.

"I don't care I'm just curious!" Best excuse in the world, I'm so credible it's unbelievable.

"You actually care! And Ben is fucking Danny, even you know that! So what is the problem here?!" He was right. I just blushed and bit my lip. I could feel his eyes burning into me to know what was going on. Even though he probably already knew.

The next thing I know I was forced against the tour bus and he had his hand around my neck. He was so close I could feel his breath on my nose, but my own breath was totally gone. I didn't even realized he got closer until his mouth was against mine. It was exactly like I've imagined it, the taste of smoke and alcohol. I kissed back as hungrily and felt my legs almost give up on me. His teeth dugged into my bottom lip and his hold around my neck got a bit tighter but it was still loose enough to allow me to breath. He was in total dominance so it wasn't a surprise when our tongues met that he was the one leading. My hand finally moved and grabbed the back of his shirt to get him closer, any closer he would be inside of me (not that I would mind).

As we kissed his grip around my neck got tighter and tighter until I was choking for breath and only then he let go. But like all together, he stepped away from me and I was left leaning against the bus, missing a hand I hadn't realized was on my hip. We stared at each other, both eyes wide. I was out of words and out of breath. This wasn't the little peck on the lips he had with Ben. This was the fucking hottest make out session I've ever had.

"Now will you stop bitching? You're even worse then Ben" he licked a trail of saliva off my chin and got in the tour bus. Leaving me breathless on an empty parking lot.