Just a fair warning:

This story is all over the place and its a whole lot of words with out really saying much.

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It was one of their last nights in America and the boys wanted to go out with a bang. They rented a hotel room for each of them in Las Vegas and started drinking straight away. While Mikey and Rye sipped on some cheap beer from the gas station they stopped at earlier, Andy ordered himself some fancy cocktails at the bar down stairs to be sent up to the room. Brook and Jack, on the other hand, wanted to forget their first names. They grabbed the biggest bottle of tequila they could get their hands on and started taking shots.

There was no particular reason why the boys decided to do this, but that's how the evening started out. All the guys getting completely plastered while they got ready to go out. They wanted to party, dance, get laid, and just simply have fun. They feel like they have worked so hard to be where they are now so why not be able to enjoy life a little before they start back up working again once they are back home.

"Ah shit man," Andy grumbled looking at his phone. Him, Rye, and Mikey are chilling in Andy's room getting ready for the night.

"Wha?" Rye slurred looking up from his half empty bottle. He thinks it's his sixth beer, maybe his seventh? He doesn't really know, but as long as Mikey was more sober than everybody else, he felt safe.

"I f'got tha ya gotta be 21 ta go in da bars here," Andy mumbled. His accent was so heavy that even he giggled at his own voice. "Woah, I sound weird," he laughed before coughing a little then taking a sip from his fruity drink.

"So?" Mikey mumbled from somewhere in the room that Andy couldn't see.

"So, that means, Jack n' Brook can't go with us," Andy explains further before placing his forehead in his hand tugging the edges of his hair just a little bit, "what we gonna do?"

Rye laughed, "mate, don't stress, we'll just leave 'em here, they're probs shit faced any way."

"Yeah," Mikey agreed, "the last thing I want to do is take care of four idiots, I hardly want to take care of you guys."

"'M not that drunk," Andy slurred causing all his words to jumble together. He looked over to Rye, "ami that drunk?" Rye doesn't even have to say anything and Andy knew the answer. "Oh fucking well," he giggled, "you're babysitting tonight Mikey."

"Figured," Mikey mumbled before locking his phone.

Meanwhile, in Jack's room, Brook and Jack were heavily making out on top of the bed. Jack on top with Brook's legs wrapped around the taller boy's waist. The tequila jug was long forgotten on the hotel floor. The only noise you could hear were the soft moans coming from Brooklyn's lips and the slight creaking of the bed coming from the rugged movement of the best friends.

Their lips part with a thin string of spit still connecting them until Brook throws his head back. "Uh, fuck Jack," he moaned out as the Irish lad grinded his hips against his. Jack laced his fingers through Brook's curly locks before attaching his lips to Brook's neck. The feeling completely over whelming the other boy to the point that his moans are now just gasps of air.

"So fuckin' hot," Jack smirked before he unbuttoned two of the buttons from Brook's shirt, exposing his collar bone. The Irish boy does not hesitate before he attached his mouth to one of the places that makes Brook squirm the most.

The blond ran his fingers through Jack's hair as he lets out a shaky breath while Jack worked his filthy magic against Brook's tan skin. "Good luck getting a lass after they notice that," Jack cheekily mumbled against Brooklyn's warm, newly bruised skin.

"Want you," was all Brooklyn choked out before pulling Jack back up to his lips.

But before things could go any further, there was a knock on the door. The two boys would have ignored whoever was interrupting them, but the knocking remained persistent causing Jack to groan out. He pushed off of Brook before he stumbled over to the door and opened it, "what?"

Michael took in his bandmate's appearance. Jack's hair was all over the place, his shirt was missing, and his jeans were unzipped. Looking over Jack's shoulder, Mikey saw Brooklyn was only in a half button up shirt and boxers with his hair equally as fucked, sitting on the edge of the bed. Once the Bristol boy put two and two together, he smirked, "I wasn't interrupting anything was I?"

"Whadda want Michael?" Jack asked before rolling his eyes.

Mike laughed to himself, "we forgot you have to be 21 to got to most of the places here so you guys can't come, but have fun doing whatever it was that I interrupted," he winked before walking back to Andy's room.

"Hey wait," Jack yelled out, "that's not fair!" He tried to protest, but Andy's door was already shut. Jack shut his door with a little grunt before slipping on his shirt he was going to wear.

"What's not fair?" Brooklyn asked looking up from his phone.

"Boys are leaving us here because we are under 21," Jack answered, "but finish getting ready, we are going out by ourselves."

Without questioning anything Brooklyn did what he was told and that's how they ended up at the bar downstairs thirty minutes later chatting up some girls.

"Wait, wait, wait, so you mean to tell me you are here to record songs for your new album?" one of the girls, Hailey, asked while she sipped on her drink.

Jack smiled, "yeah, we are actually done and are about to head back tomorrow. My mate and I wanted to celebrate, but we can't really purchase alcohol."

"Don't have an ID?" the other girl, Samantha, asked and Brook nodded.

"Well, how about Sam and I get your drinks and y'all just pay us back?" Hailey suggests.

"Sounds perfect."

That's how the evening progressed, the four of them took shots and talked about anything. The pairs were quite obvious as well, Brooklyn with Sam and Jack with Hailey, until Brook left to go to the bathroom. "So, are you guys like together or do y'all just fuck?" Sam asked before downing her fifth (?) shot causing Jack to practically spit out his drink.

"Samantha!" Hailey gasped before she playfully slapped her, "'m sorry J, she's blunt while drunk."

Jack laughed a little nervous, "ehm, heh, it's okay."

"But seriously though, he has like been givin' ya the eyes since y'all sat down," Hailey said before gesturing to the bar tender.

He looked at her confused, "the eyes?"

"Oof, the fuck me eyes bro," Sam answered matter of fact-ly, "and its kinda obvious cause I do it all the time," she giggled at herself, "Well use to. I miss Tyler," she cried out of nowhere causing Jack to jump.

Hailey laughed, "okay, okay, no more vodka for you tonight. This was supposed to be a girl's weekend remember?"

"Yes, you are right," Sam sighed dramatically before completely changing her attitude from sad to happy, "can we go dance now?"

Hailey laughed, "sure babe, do you guys want to come?"

"Where?" Brook asked coming back from the bathroom.

"Clubbing!" Sam squealed.

Hailey rolled her eyes at the outburst, "you guys down?"

"We can't remember?" Jack moped, "but it was nice talking to you girls."

Hailey frowned, "oh yeah, well hey, lets stop at a liquor store and I can get ya boys one more thing before we leave yeah?"

Before they knew it, Brook and Jack ended up walking down the street splitting a bottle of Tito's. They would each take a swig back and forth until both of them couldn't walk straight anymore and they ended up sitting on some random bench. Brook had his head on Jack's shoulder while Jack traced patterns on the back of Brook's hand. They both sat in silence with thoughts swimming in their brain.

Jack couldn't stop thinking about what the girls from earlier had told him. Sure, he and Brook had fucked around a few times, but nothing escalated a make out session. There surely wasn't anything there but a platonic love yeah? He took a sip from the bottle.

Brooklyn, however, was trying to calm his hormones the fuck down. He doesn't know if it was the kissing, the tequila, or Jack's aftershave, but Brook realized that his feelings for Jack have grown tremendously over the time he has been a part of RoadTrip. He was warm and fuzzy when Jack was around. He was sad and moody when Jack was gone. He craved Jack's attention and touch more than anything, but he knew Jack only loved him as a friend. Right? He took a sip from the bottle.

Brooklyn looked up to Jack after he wiped the side of his mouth. The Irish lad looked down and connected their eyes. There was a sweet moment of silence. No car horns, no people shouting, no random noises, just the feeling of warm breath hitting the boys' lips. All it took was for Jack to swipe his tongue across his own lips before Brook lifted up his head and connected their lips.

It was sweet and tender, both the lads moved in sync already familiar with each other's lips. When Brook pulled away, Jack couldn't help but to follow the blonde's lips wanting more. "My lips are tingly," Brook smiled.

"Probably from the alcohol," Jack's gruff voice sounded as he started to feel the second bottle creep up on his body.

"No, I don't think that's it," Brooklyn countered, almost in a whisper, before biting his lip.

Jack looked back at him switching from eye to eye as if searching for something, anything, but Brooklyn's eyes were gazed over, shiny, unreadable. Jack sigh before attempting to stand up, "we need to start heading back to the hotel, what time is it?"

Brook pulled out his phone, "two."

"'kay, type in our hotel and lets walk back," Jack instructed stretching out his limbs a little bit.

"Jack, this says it is a thirty minuet walk and I don't know if I can stand," Brook giggled causing Jack to smile.

"You want to call an uber?

"Please."

It wasn't until the car ride was almost over when things started to get a little dangerous. While Brook's eyes remained shut (probably to prevent him from getting car sick) Jack's eyes stayed glued to Brooklyn's face. Every time the essex boy's features were lit up by the neon lights that pass by, Jack's heart beat a little faster. Maybe his love for Brooklyn was a little more the platonic, he doesn't feel this way with the rest of the guys. He couldn't help but to reach out and touch Brooklyn's face.

Brook opened his eyes once he felt Jack and looked over to his friend. They made eye contact with burning looks and they couldn't look away. Jack's thumb traced over Brook's jaw, swiped under his chin, and then was placed on his bottom lip. Brook opened his mouth ever so slightly before wrapping his lips around the finger. He closed his eyes as he sucked lightly letting the tiniest noise fall from the back if his throat. Jack bit his lower lip as he pulled his thumb from Brook's lips tracing his bottom lip again.

Their little moment was interrupted when they heard someone clear their throat, "um, we are here."

Jack looked up at the rear view mirror and made eye contact with the driver before he took Brook's hand. "Thanks," he mumbled before pulling the blonde out the car. He tugged Brook along inside of the hotel passing by the curious eyes trying his hardest not to make older lad trip. Jack sighed in relief once they made it into the empty elevator. Brooklyn was already attacking Jack's neck with kisses before the doors were even shut, but pulled away once a stranger stopped the doors and pressed a floor button that was above their own.

The sexual tension was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. Brooklyn kept grazing his lips across Jack's neck and jaw line while the Irish boy kept letting his fingers dance underneath Brook's shirt on his tummy and hip. Although the stranger's back was to the boys, they could tell he was getting uncomfortable. He kept giving the boys glances and shifted his weight a couple of times before pressing the button for the nearest floor and hopping off as soon as possible.

Brooklyn giggled at the sight, "looked like he was trying to hide his boner." He then leaned closer to Jack, "maybe we should have asked him to join."

Jack gave Brook a look who only shrugged back before kissing him. Jack wrapped his arms around Brook's slender waist and Brook wrapped his around Jack's neck before the two boys suck the tequila off of each other's tongue. That night, the boys may or may not have took their friendship to the next level, but the lord knows that the next morning, they both woke up with the hangover of the century.

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Thoughts? Comments?

I will probably write the smut for this chapter next x