Tradley Imagines

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Mentions of assault

Tristan's Pov

"Come on Tris I really think you'll like him. Just give it a go we all have." Says my friend Josh while passing me a fresh beer.

Me and a few of my friends are currently sat in our local pub which is where we spend the majority of our evenings. All my friends expect me have been with this lad the same age for us for sex. They all say he's really good and that I should give him a go seeing as I'm gay. No my friends aren't gay but they say that enjoy it with this man.

"I don't just want to have meaningless sex with someone I've met before." I say while laughing.

"Oh come on Tristan. You'll absolutely love it." Says Ben.

"Are you all talking about that lad. That sleeps with everyone." Says the bartender as he's pouring our shots.

"Yeah we are." Says Josh before downing his shot.

Yeah everyone knows about this lad. Let's just say he's got a bad reputation. Plus he doesn't let anyone get to close to him. He keeps himself to himself.

"Okay I'll go with." I say before sighing.

"OMG YESSSS." Screams all my friends before patting me on the back.

"I've messaged him and he said he'll be at yours in 1 hour." Says Ben smiling before showing me the texts.

"YOUR JOKING !" I shout feeling so unprepared.

One hour doesn't give me any time at all. I need to tidy my apparnemtmt, make myself look half decent. Jesus Tristan calm down. It will just be a one night stand anyway nothing will come of it anyway.

"Breathe Tristan. You'll love him trust me." Says Ben before handing me a fresh beer.

"I don't really want to be smashed out of my head when he comes round." I say before slowly drinking my beer.

"What's he called anyway ?" I ask completely forgetting i didn't ask

"Brad Simpson." Says Josh

It's currently five minutes before Brad is due to arrive. I have been frantically trying to clean up my apparnement as best as I can.

I have changed my outfit about ten times. First it was just some shorts and no t-shirt, then I added a t-shirt. Then it was no clothes (I know ridiculous !!) In the end I've decided on some black joggers with a black t-shirt and a brown leather jacket. To make it look more stylish but still comfy.

I don't even know why I'm doing this. It's not like I'm gay or anything. Maybe I am. Who knows. I haven't dated a girl for a few years. No one seems to stick around for long enough. Before I get to deep in my thoughts I hear a knock at the door. Here goes nothing.

I then open up the door and there stands who I presume is Brad Simpson. To say he looks absolutely georgous is an understatement. He won't even make any eye contact with me. He's to bothered about starting at his battered up trainers.

"You can come in." I say feel absolutely terrified.

I then open up the door further so Brad can come in. He quickly comes inside and slams the door shut. Before I have a chance to say anything else he pushes me up against the wall and starts hungrily kissing me.

"Jump." I say to Brad withou even thinking.

Brad then wrpas his legs around my waist. The his hands around my neck while he continues kissing me.  While I put my arms around him as I carry him to my bedroom. I then kick the door open and chuck Brad on the bed.  But before even else happens.