You And I

•Broken•

Denis awoke that next morning happier than he had been in awhile. Although he barely remembered what had happened the night before, he knew that he'd chosen to fall asleep with his bandmate. He was reminded so clearly of his choice by the strong, warm arm holding him tightly to a strong, warm chest. James. Denis sighed in contempt, turning around to face the lightly snoring brit, giggling at his adorable sleeping face. This small action was enough to shake the drummer from his soft sleep.

When he opened his eyes to meet Denis' however, he didn't do what Ben would've done. He didn't shove him away, he didn't look or sound disgusted, he didn't feverishly question what they had done. In fact, he did quite the opposite. He grinned lazily and rolled onto his back, pulling Denis onto his stomach as he relaxed. The singer smiled brightly and nuzzled into a comfortable position on his bandmate, if only Ben would do this....

No.

No. No. No.

He needed this. He needed James. He needed anything but Ben. He needed a break from him, so he would fill the space with James, perfect. Denis locked the plan in his mind, forcing himself to internally promise not to stay hung over Ben. "James?" Denis asked meekly. "Yeah?" He replied with a small smile, eyes still closed. "My head hurts..." Denis stated, placing his chin on James' chest. The drummer craned his neck down, looking at Denis, "Want me to kiss it better?" He joked, chuckling.

Denis gulped, here goes nothing. "C-can you?" He whispered. James stopped laughing and sighed, giving Denis a light smile, "you really want that?" He questioned. Denis nodded shyly, looking away. "C'mere then." James requested, sliding out of the bunk and sitting on the couch. Denis followed as asked and sat beside James, "alright" the drummer spoke softly, "where does it hurt?" Denis pointed to the top of his forehead and James leaned forward, placing a feather light kiss on Denis' warm skin.

"That all?" James asked. Denis bit his lip, shaking his head, "where else?" This time, Denis pointed to his cheek, "here." James once again kissed his now rosy pink skin. "And here." Denis pointed right beside his lips and James kissed it, not pulling back all the way when he did. Their noses were brushing, hot puffs of air exchanged in the small space  between them. "That it?" James whispered, looking into Denis' dark brown eyes. Denis partially shook his head, placing a finger on his lips.

James' eyes flicked from his Denis' eyes to his lips, "alright..." He breathed, slowly closing the space between them. James' lips were soft and warm but, not as nice as Ben's.....Denis shook the guitarist out of his mind as their lips molded together in a sweet kiss. They only pulled away to look at the other, then, they dove right back into each other's arms, lips attaching feverishly and hands scouring every bit of open skin. That's when they heard it, one of their band mates waking up.

They pulled away, James casually slipping his arm around Denis' shoulders and yawning as Cam walked in. "Morning Cam" Denis waved. "G'morning Denis, mornin' James" he replied, stretching. Denis gulped as Cam walked into the kitchen area, starting the coffee maker. "Don't worry" James stated, sensing his nervousness, "You're safe with me." Denis smiled, curling into James' side. If only James could give him the comfort that Ben somehow did without even trying. If only James could hold him the same sweet way Ben could. If only Ben could love Denis.

Ben woke up with a deep yawn, scrambling lazily out of his bed. "Mornin' boys." He muttered as he trudged through the living room to the kitchen. He grabbed a mug of coffee that Cam had prepared him and scanned the room. Sure enough, Denis was cuddled into James. Ben's eyes narrowed, that was his best friend, not James' and he wasn't going to let him have Denis.

Ben placed his coffee on the counter and walked over, sitting beside the pair. "So Denis, how have you been liking the tour so far?" He prompted. Denis peeked over his shoulder at Ben, "Amazing." Was all he said. Ben nodded, "yeah, it's been fun. I can't wait for the signing with the fans tonight." Denis silently agreed, nuzzling into James and Ben began getting very agitated, "Hey Den, you think we could talk outside? Just for a second?" He asked. Denis and James exchanged a look before Denis nodded and allowed Ben to lead him outside.

The guitarist took him a little ways away from the bus and abruptly stopped, grabbing Denis and shoving him up against a car. "H-Huh?" Denis stuttered as Ben got close. "You are my best friend. You hear me? Mine. Not James'. So stop cuddling with him. Stop smiling so much around him." He huffed. Denis growled, "and what, stop being happy? You're a psychopath, y'know that Ben?! You just want me to be unhappy! You just keep hurting me a-" in Denis' anger, he hadn't realized how close Ben was until their lips were locked.

The singer stood in shock, no longer struggling, however, not kissing back either. Instead, he was crying. Ben pulled away, "what's wrong?" Denis' shoulders sagged, "what do you want? You ignore me and then I'm in the hospital and you act like you care. After that you just throw me away again and injure me, you didn't even apologize for it! Now you're kissing me, but you're telling telling me I'm your best friend?" He sobbed a bit before continuing, "Damnnit just tell me what you want from me! I can't understand..."

Ben bit his lip, "I.....I want...." Ben gulped did he know what he wanted? "I want...." Denis glared through the tears, "You're awful Ben. You don't even know what you want from me but you continue torturing me." "Denis no wait, I know what I want I swear!" Ben pleaded, desperately. Denis locked eyes with Ben, "then what. The. Hell. Do you want." Ben bit his lip, "I-I want to be the only person you want." At this point, not even the guitarist himself knew what he meant.

"What?" Denis asked, confused. All Ben did was slump into Denis' chest, "d-don't leave me..." He whimpered. Denis was in slight shock, looking down at Ben, not even acknowledging the icy drops of water splattering on the pavement around them. Gingerly, he slipped his arms around the other, resting his chin on his head as Ben cried and rain soared downwards. "I'm so sorry.." Ben muttered repeatedly, causing Denis to sigh, "I messed up our friendship, I-I caused all of this, I...."

"Shhhh. It's alright Benji, we're just a little...Broken, but I know we can fix it." Ben looked up into Denis' eyes, "promise?" Denis pressed their foreheads together, "Promise."

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I got cat socks today and I love them so much •3• they go above my knees and they're grey and soft and why the hell am I still talking? You guys don't care about my socks haha •-• I'm just uh, I'm just gonna go now....

Till next time,

Soph ~