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Previously: Vamp-ing
Brad's tongue teased Dougie's lips and the Mcfly star gave in, allowing The Vamps lead singer to enter his mouth. Excitedly Brad explored the flavour of the older boy who tasted of cola.
Vamp-ing 2 - Cold Feet
James rolled his eyes, "Dougie can't be that great Brad, like all guys, he only thinks about his dick." "It's not like that James, I can't explain it, sleep with a guy and you'll know what I mean." Brad smirked. "If you say so, pah, sleep with a guy. I think I missed my chance there." James chuckled. "Not if you're the kind of guy you say we are." Brad winked, James flashed a scowl at him, "I'm not a cheat." he snapped, "Nope, you're a popstar, hazard of the job." Brad replied bluntly. James' fiancée was the love of his life, when they were apart he missed her so much. Sure the road was full of temptation, but he was strong enough to resist any girl.
"Niall's invited us round for a BBQ." Brad grinned looking up from his phone. "Cool." "Let's take a cab though, you need to get drunk, grumpy James is boring James." Brad sniggered. "Cheers." James replied with a hurt look. Brad rolled his eyes before running off to find the others.
James sat in silence as the rest of The Vamps chuckled away in the car to Niall's house. The Irish boy's London flat had a nice balcony with a grill for sunny days like today. "Welcome to the love shack." Niall beamed swinging the door open to allow them in. The Vamps entered to be greeted by Liam, Louis and a few girls chuckling. "Right, boys, grab yourself some beers from the cooler and come get some food." Niall instructed gesturing towards a large blue bin filled with ice, water and dozens of bottles of craft lager.
"Niall, where's the drinks for the girls?" A short brunette asked him grumpily. "Drink's a drink babe. You can always get some more if you don't like what's here." Niall sniggered dismissively. Louis blurted a chuckle to support his band mate while the others continued to chat busily.
The Vamps helped themselves to a drink and a hot dog each before sitting down on the cushions Niall had placed on the floor around the other sofas. "Wassup guyssss!" Louis beamed, inviting them into the conversation. They all grinned while the girls surveyed them intently. "I like your dimples." The moany brunette told Brad openly in front of the rest of the group. Brad's face immediately broke into a wide smile producing his famous dimples. "Yes, those ones." She chimed excitedly. "Thanks." Brad grinned, taking a swig of his beer and glancing towards the rest of his band mates who eyed him with obvious jealousy.
Liam stood up and switched on a speaker then searched for some music to play. The doorbell rang, Niall hurried off to answer it whilst music began to sound around the flat. The Irish singer returned moments later followed by Harry carrying a lot more alcohol and being trailed by even more girls. The lads all surveyed the new talent entering the room, Brad grinning to himself counting all of the girls he didn't want to fuck. James eyed the girls curiously with Brad's words ringing in the back of his mind, he was a popstar but none of these girls were of interest to him, simple as.
The bass shook the room through speakers blaring out some popular dance music. Harry was first to jump onto the dance floor followed by two of his girls, all three of them clutching a container of alcohol as they danced. Brad sniggered watching a sober Tristan join them shaking his flat booty. It wasn't long before everyone in the room was jumping away to some cheesy club classics.
Brad stepped outside to grab some food, hidden from view in the corner of the balcony James stood sipping his drink looking away into the distance. "Jimmayyyyyyy." Brad chimed playfully. "Sup?" "Nothing." James lied. "Lol, that's bullshit, why are you hiding?" Brad asked softly, moving over alongside his band mate. "Don't worry about it, just got stuff on my mind." James sighed. [Closed for business, ok I'll try again later.] "Ok, forget about it and come have a dance." Brad replied encouragingly, resting his palm on James' back. James sighed softly looking off into the distance, "look at me Jimmy." Brad asked gently. After a few moments James turned to face his band mate and surrendered falling into Brad's open arms.
After a soothing hug Brad leant backwards remaining connected with James at the waist. Peering into James' eyes Brad saw some improvement, not great, but it would do for now. The West Midlander took his band mate by the hand and pulled him inside where the chaotic dancing had become a mix of grinding to just full on kissing.
The widest grin belonged to Connor, the Vamps bassist had a girl bent at the hips thrusting her arse into his crotch aggressively to the music. Brad sniggered towards James who forced a smile back. Brad took James' hand again and got his band mates feet moving, then shuffling sideways as they danced Brad reached out to a couple of girls who were dancing together. One girl took Brad's hand which he immediately placed into James' palm then spun around her to dance with the other girl. [Hate you Brad] James' mind groaned, he just wanted to be alone with his thoughts.
2 hours of dancing later it suddenly dawned on James that there was practically no light in the sky, and that he was pretty drunk, [when the fuck did that happen?] He giggled to himself as his dance partner went off to the bathroom with her friend. "Looking better already." Brad beamed to James as they took a moment to rest. "I'm gonna take a break." He announced nodding over towards the couch, heading over and collapsing into it. James followed, "thanks mate." James smiled. "Is there anything else we can do to cheer you up?" Brad chuckled, throwing an arm around his band mate and pulling in for a hug. James clutched at Brad's torso and inhaled deeply, his cock twitched in his jeans and the South Coaster cursed under his breath. "No, nothing. I think I'm gonna go lie down." James moaned, standing up abruptly and heading off. Brad watched him go before taking a breath and following him into Niall's room.
"Dude, come on. I just need some time alone, I'll be back in a bit." James lied. "Jimmy, I've known you for too long, stop lying. What the fuck is up, I hate seeing you like this." James tried to avoid Brad in the darkness but the Midlander held him firmly by the arms. "Grrr, I'm having second thoughts." James hissed, "second thoughts about?" "About marriage." James growled. "Ohhhh." Brad's heart sank and without another word threw his arms around his band mate. "Can you lie down with me?" James mumbled through Brad's shoulder, "course man."
Brad moved James towards the bed and they descended carefully together. "So what's on your mind? What's making you doubt yourself?" Brad asked. "It's complicated. I love her, you know I do. But the other day she was joking about us fooling around on tour." "What, us?" "No, not me and you, just us boys in general and she's right, we can't be trusted can we?" James grumbled. "I'd trust you." Brad replied reassuringly, reaching his arm around James' neck and pulling him in. James breathed in, his nostrils sucking in Brad's sweet scent as they lay there together. The Midlander meant a lot to James, ever since the band had been formed they had been close, their bromance was probably the strongest in the group. [Dougie isn't good enough for you, you deserve the best] James thought to himself as he nuzzled into Brad's side.
The longer James lay with his face buried in Brad's side, breathing in his band mate's sweaty scent, feeling his band mate's radiating warmth, James couldn't handle this anymore. [Don't do anything stupid, don't hurt anyone, don't hurt yourself, don't be an idiot, don't...oh my god.] Brad could feel James' hand move round to hold him, except his hand landed directly on his crotch and seemed to linger. Brad knew what he had to do, he reached down to move James' hand away from his crotch, except he didn't move his band mate's hand. They lay there wrapped around each other, hearts pounding, alcohol fuelled and increasingly horny.
James' eyes were shut tight as his face neared Brad's, the band mates became locked at the lips, slowly, tenderly. Brad's conflicted mind told him to stop, but a stronger, louder voice urged him to proceed. The voice was coming from James' body language, the way that his bandmate pressed tighter to him as they embraced. [James needs questions answered and it's better he does that with me than with some crazy bitch who will ruin his life] Brad convinced himself.
The West Midlander's cock needed no convincing, as James' tongue rolled across his, Brad felt his cock straining against the fabric. "Brad." James whispered, pulling an inch away from his band mate, "yeah?" "Can we keep this between just us?" James asked softly. "Absolutely, I'm just helping a friend." Brad replied. "I love you bro." James sighed, "and I love you too." Brad grinned.
Brad pushed himself down the bed and unbuckled James' fly. The 26-year-old's cock stood to attention as Brad unbuckled his band mate's jeans and lowered them to his thighs. Brad felt a wet patch at the front of James' boxer briefs, [fuck, he's really up for this!] Brad celebrated to himself. The lead singer's thoughts were confirmed when he slipped his hand into James' left leg hole and closed his hand around James' cock. Rolling his palm up to the top of James' shaft Brad could feel the sticky precum hanging between James' bellend and the moist fabric.
James sighed softly while his cock wasn't as subtle. The long, thin 7.5 inch wand thickened, pulsing excitedly as Brad slowly went to work. Brad's face was just a couple of inches away from his band mate's hard member, he inhaled gently. James smelt sweet with a hint of pee, they had been drinking for several hours now, Brad smiled to himself. The lead singer stuck out his tongue and rocked forward. Both boys felt their hearts flutter as their tight friendship got even tighter. Moving to the top of James' pipe, Brad put the guitarist's head into his mouth and slid down slowly. "Oh, fuckkkk." James hissed as his sensitive head felt warm and wonderful in the singer's mouth.
James' hips began to counter Brad's face as it bobbed into his crotch. The talent of Brad's tongue teased pulses from James' cock and moans from his lips. The lead singer swirled his tongue around James' head, the skinny guitarist tasted so good. The flavour of a straight boy trying something different, something interesting and really beginning to enjoy it. Brad's tongue travelled over the little ridge between James' head and the rest of his hard shaft. Brad patiently slathered the guitarist's cock, teasing bead after bead of delicious precum from James. Allowing the clear liquid to cling to his tongue, Brad stretched James' precum out as he pulled away from his band mate's cock allowing the sticky produce to fall onto his bottom lip.
James gripped the sheets and suppressed a long, happy moan. While Brad worked his pole, the image of his wonderful fiancée painted herself on the inside of his eyelids. Brad was great at what he was doing, but James couldn't see past the love of his life. Brad had no idea of the thoughts going through his band mate's head, he just followed the reactions of James' body. The Vamps lead singer pulled off James' cock and stroked the guitarist's hard pole while his tongue rolled underneath and cupped James' balls. "Ugh fuck." James cursed, the future wife had never done that for him before. Brad's talented tongue swished under each of James' full balls in turn, lapping up any boyish flavour they had to offer.
Selflessly, Brad gave James all his concentration. The Midlander's cock stood at full mast within their prison but he was fully focused on James' juicy nuts. The gentle sucking sound of Brad's mouth against the loose skin of the Southern guitarist's balls increased in volume. Finding his pleasure hard to contain James stifled moans and groans while his hips began to buck faster. "Brad, Brad, yeah Brad." James finally whispered in the murmurs, no longer able to pretend that anyone else was involved. The soft spot he'd grown for his band mate was well placed and right now in James' hour of need, Brad had been there to answer a question for him, he was definitely bi.
"I'm getting pretty close." James whispered as Brad's fingers glided up and down his slick pole. "Gimme your cock Brad." James begged softly. Brad felt a leap of joy inside his heart as his friend reached down for fresh air, fresh air where Brad's cock should be. Returning his lips to James' tip Brad, held the 26-year-old's head in his mouth and gently moved up and down the top fifth of James' cock while he unbuttoned himself and shuffled his lower half round in James' direction.
James felt Brad's thigh and immediately went reaching blindly for the Midlander's cock. Locating it in an instant, he could feel that Brad was as excited as he was. His band mate was rock hard and much like James himself, Brad's cock was salivating profusely. The guitarist took a firm grip of Brad's hard meat and began to run his fingers up and down the delicate outer skin.
It was Brad's turn to struggle holding down a groan as James' fist quickly gained speed running up and down Brad's 6.5 and inches. The feeling of Brad's cock throbbing in his hand brought its own throb of excitement from James' cock. The throb from James' cock within Brad's mouth brought yet another throb from James', the musical lads pushing each other to accelerate towards their climax.
Brad's neck and throat muscles worked hard to do the job they were so good at doing. Not only could Brad sing, Brad knew how to blow and 30 seconds of swallowing 25-100% of James' hard pulsing cock was more than enough to make the guitarist ram the back of his free hand into his mouth and stifle a final scream. The feeling of Brad's hard meaty cock had been even more arousing than James had expected and lost in pleasure and emotion, the South Coaster hadn't even thought to warn Brad of his impending explosion.
Like a hook I'm the base of his balls, James felt a sharp and powerful movement from inside him and violently he crushed his hips into Brad's innocent face. Bravely, Brad continued to suck at his band mate's pole and the blast of a thick, warm and salty substance shooting freely into the roof of his mouth made the West Midlander smile. James' nuts were loaded with what seemed like pints of cum to Brad. Each of the first 10 shots were as hard as the ones that preceded it. Breathing through his nose the 25-year-old sucked and swallowed as hard as he could, milking James for every last drop the slim guitarist was worth.
Brad found near ultimate satisfaction on feeling his band mate's cum sliding down his throat. The Midlander persevered; continuing to bob along James' pole even after the guitarist's hips had stopped thrusting. The feeling of James' thick juice sliding slowly down his throat made Brad's cock throb harder. The Vamps lead singer felt even more sensitive swallowing his mates juice, tasting the salty, bitter flavours as they swept across his taste buds.
James' swollen nuts had begun to reduce in size. Draining themselves into Bradley's throat, he shuddered once more as the final waves of his orgasm shook his slim body. Tugging Brad's cock helped to divert James' attention and resist the urge to scream but the final two shots of his hard cock brought a relieved grunt from the guitarist. Brad kept his lips closed around James' softening cock as his band mate continued to stimulate his own throbbing cock. The singer swallowed hard, forcing every drop of James' seed down his throat. The 25-year-old's cock throbbed hard, the South-coaster had the most talented fingers and they created pressure at the perfect points on Brad's shaft.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." Brad moaned in a harsh whisper. Both could feel the panic of what they knew would happen next. Brad wondered if James would turn his cock towards his body and let him cum over himself, but even that meant that he would have no way to cover the stains. James had much the same idea wondering how he would explain it to anyone who had noticed. The other option was to make a mess across the sheets but of course that would be even harder to explain to Niall and anyone else who used the Irishman's room that night.
Brad's cock expanded in James' hand and the Midlander gave a stifled grunt of satisfaction. Without thinking James copied Brad's reaction to his own orgasm, throwing his lips around his band mate's cock just in time to be treated to a squirt of warm liquid. The experience was like nothing James had experienced before as viscous liquid began to flood into his mouth.
Brad could feel his eyes trying to escape their sockets as the intensity of his orgasm increased after the first couple of shots. He wanted to scream James' name and tell him how amazing he was but all he could do was grunt and exhale. Brad's sack emptied quickly, his cock squeezing large shots of his pearly cum up his shaft and out into James' mouth. Each shot sent a wave of pure ecstasy through the Midlander who couldn't believe he was sharing this moment with James.
The guitarist grimaced as he tried valiantly to keep Brad's cum in his mouth without swallowing any. Easier said than done as drops of Brad's cum trickled down the side of James' mouth. The flavour was so bitter, how did his fiancée manage to drink his, wow he owed that girl so much respect.
Brad's breathing had audibly changed, the lead singer sounded light and calmer as if he was finally in control of his emotions and James realised from the feeling of Brad's cock that he could finally pull off the Midlander's cock. Carefully releasing Brad's cock then closing his lips, James sat with his mouth full of Brad's swimmers and no idea what to do with them. Brad quickly zipped himself up and watched as James rolled back to do the same.
Straightening up once more, James pointed at his mouth causing Brad to snigger quietly. "Don't want to swallow my cum?" Brad whispered. James shook his head sadly. "Ok fine. A bit rude since I swallowed yours, but whatever." Brad teased. James shot Brad a pleading look of guilt. "I'm joking." Brad whispered, stroking James' and leaning forward to kiss him. "Open your mouth." Brad instructed as their lips touched.
Brad controlled their lips as they closed together once more, the guitarist's lips were sticky where Brad's cum had started to dry. James allowed his lips to part ever so slightly with Brad's tongue slipping straight into the void. Brad lapped his own cum from his band mate's mouth, something Brad had never done before and now he was really beginning to wonder why not. [You rainbow kissing S.O.B.] Brad chuckled to himself. James' mouth had kept Brad's jizz warm and kissing the guitarist felt so right even though he knew it was so wrong.
James appreciated Brad's efforts to suck his cum from James' mouth. After today's experience, James had decided he didn't love the taste of cum and for Brad to suck his own cum out of James' mouth, that was pretty cool. Brad had just about sucked clear the last drops he could reach and he released the back of James' head then smiled. "Ha, what the fuck was that?" Niall grinned from the doorway. James had frozen in blind panic, "quiet you perv." Brad hissed. "Don't make a big deal, I was trying something." he continued pushing James away and approaching Niall.
"Trying something?" Niall responded dumbfounded, "Yeah." Brad replied, advancing towards Niall. "Errr ok." Niall nodded as Brad came to a halt right in front of him. "Yunno how I've been seeing Dougie right?" Brad asked gently, "Oh yeah, why didn't you invite him?" Niall replied, "Cos we aren't together anymore." Brad explained. Niall's face changed to a sympathetic frown, "Ahhh so you two were..." "James was just being a friend and lending a friendly ear and I gave him a drunken kiss to say thank you which I'm really embarrassed about now." Brad cut in. "I'm sorry bro." Niall offered, pulling Brad in for a hug. "Thanks man." Brad smiled nuzzling into Niall's shoulder. [God I love that boy.] James smiled to himself appreciating Brad's ability to make up an excuse for him so quickly.
Late next morning, James woke up and chuckled to himself looking at the bodies strewn across Niall's floor. Harry lay naked like a pimp with a girl over each arm, Liam also had a girl in his clutches but they were both clothed. Connor and Tristan lay in the middle of the floor along with Louis and a few more girls scattered around them. Next to James, Brad stirred before opening his eyes and looking up at the South Coaster. "Morning mate." Brad smiled. "Hey, you sleep alright?" James replied. "Yeah, you?" Brad croaked. "As best I could." James chuckled quietly, "Can we have a chat on the balcony?" James continued, "Yeah sure." Brad nodded, pushing himself up and following James outside.
"Dude, you don't have to say anything yunno." Brad started before James could explain. "Yes I do." James frowned. "No, you got emotional because you're getting nervous about the wedding, you were drunk and you've been worried about me since the whole Dougie thing." Brad smiled, watching James try and keep up. "Yeah, but I shouldn't have made you do that stuff. And the way you covered for me with Niall, that was pretty awesome. I'm sorry." James groaned. "Don't apologise." Brad snapped. "That's what friends are for." He winked pulling James in for a hug. "Now go get married to that lovely lady." Brad giggled, "Yes sir." James agreed, knowing that Brad had decided they were fine. "I love you though Brad." "I know you do Jimbo." Brad grinned gazing up into the clear blue sky.
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