A/N- I'M BACK. This story took me forever to write. Everytime I thought it should be over it just kept getting longer and longer. It's a remake from SlashBitch but it's nothing like the original. I wanted it to be just some boylove in a phone booth but next thing I knew there were tears and emotion. I don't know how, or even what happened. I must be going soft. I like the story though and I hope you enjoy it too. TO THE STORY!!!

Disclaimer- Since most of us are writters here we should know how to use a dictionary right? Look up the word fiction for me and you'll have your disclaimer.

Revelations In a Phone Both

Dave walked around the dark parking lot behind the concert arena getting some fresh air. He'd had yet another fight with his wife and was sure this time she was cheating on him. The wind whipped passed him bringing with it some gravel from off the ground. Dave wrapped his jacket tighter around his body and shoved his hands in his jean pockets. He sighed and looked up at the ominously clouded sky, laughing at the irony of how it seemed to match his mood. He sighed again and continued walking, kicking pebbles across the pavement.

In romantic movie timing a single tear fell from his eyes only a second before the first rain drops fell against his skin. He wiped his had across his neck and brought it to his field of vision, checking to make sure it was in fact water that landed on him. He looked up at the sky again just as it started to downpour. The thick water droplets hitting the ground and bouncing back several feet in the air from the force of impact. As the pace steadily grew faster you could hear the pounding slowly rise into a constant beat along the ground.

He laughed at his own misfortune before searching the parking lot for some temporary shelter. He had been gone almost an hour and with the heavy rain it was nearly impossible to make it all the way back to the building. He squinted and blinked his eyes against the pounding rain until he spotted a small phone booth a few yards away from him. He pulled the collar of his jacket up over his head for protection and ran, slightly hunched over to get under the jacket.

By the time Dave made it to the booth he was soaked to the skin. He practically ripped the door open and flew inside colliding with something that felt very similar to another body. He rubbed his sore forehead before opening his eyes to find none other then his fellow bandmate standing in the booth seemingly un-phased by their collision.

"Brad? What are you doing out here?"

"I just needed some time alone" he sounded very sad and Dave noticed the unshed tears glistening behind his eyes before he added "she left me" as an after thought.

"Oh wow Brad I'm sorry, I'll go leave you alone." Dave went to exit the phone booth before Brad grabbed him.

"Don't be stupid, It's pouring out there. If you tried to make it back to the bus you'd die from hypothermia" As he talked he took off his hoodie and offered it to Dave who gladly accepted and went to put it on before being once again stopped by Brad.

"Take of your wet shirt and jacket first stupid."

"Oh right"

Dave quickly peeled off the wet items and replaced them with Brad's warm sweatshirt. After he was done both boys made themselves comfortable on the floor, well as comfortable as could be sitting Indian style on the cold floor of a cramped phone booth.

"So what brings you out to my phone booth this evening David?"

"Same as you, we had a fight and I wanted some fresh air"

Brad shrugged and nodded, fully understanding his bandmate’s problem. "Yeah, girls are no good"

"Agreed" Dave smiled.

The pair fell into talking about that nights show they had preformed, while the rain continued to pelt the ground outside, some of the water seeping under the walls of the phone booth and getting their pants wet.

"You know eventually they guys are going to think we pulled a Mike and Chaz and are off some where having sex." Dave laughed

"And what, my dearest David, is so funny about that? I'm pretty hot, If I were you, I'd want to do me" Brad crossed his arms and titled his head up in a snobbish manner.

"Oh give me a break, like Brad, girls girls and more girls Delson would ever be gay." Dave laughed a little harder this time.

"And why not, My two best friends are gay, I could be too." Brad almost sounded hurt at Dave's reluctance to believe he could be gay.

"Well yeah I guess, You just don't strike me as gay, that's all." Dave shrugged and started playing with the hem of his pant leg.

"Do you know why we broke up?" Dave looked up a little shocked at the sudden change of subject and simply shook his head.

"She thinks I'm gay." It was Brad's turn to start playing uncomfortably with the bottom of his tee shirt.

"Well are you?" Dave was surprised he even asked but something about the way Brad had stopped looking at him made him wonder about the importance of the previous conversation they had.

"Well I don't really know, I have been having... feelings for a friend of mine for a while and I don't know what that means." Brad shrugged as he continued picking at the threads in his shirt hem.

"Oh" was all Dave's brain could think of to say. He was completely perplexed by the situation he found himself in at the moment.

"Yeah" Brad nervously rubbed his hand over his forearm as the pair fell into an uncomfortable silence.

"You know if you are, it's alright, none of us would have a problem with it, I mean we don't care about Chaz and Mike." Dave offered, thinking that maybe all Brad needed was the assurance his friends were behind him to come to terms with his questioned sexuality.

"I know and thanks." Brad finally looked up to Dave and tried his best to smile and Dave graciously returned the gesture.

Once again the booth was flooded in silence, it's occupants content with playing with their clothes until finally Dave spoke.

"So, this friend... the one you think you like.... who is it.... Mike?" Dave wasn't really curious and felt a little odd having this conversation but he was a good friend and figured Brad needed to talk to someone and there were only two people in the booth at the moment.

Brad just kind of laughed in response "No, ewww, Mike's like... my brother... that's kind of sick.... besides he's with Chaz."

"Yeah well you said it was a friend, Mike's your best friend, I just kind of guessed." Dave shrugged.

"I do have more friends then just Mike thank you." Brad tried to sound hurt when he said this.

"Yeah I know...Rob?"

"That's about as bad as it being Mike."

"Joe????"

"I seriously think I am going to be sick"

"Chaz?"

"Even I'm not that Gay"

"Well who else could it be." The laughter in the booth died down and Dave couldn't help but notice that Brad was no longer making eye contact with him. He swallowed the large lump that formed in his throat. "Is it.... someone in the group..."

Brad just nodded his head and continued to avoid eye contact.

"Oh" was once again all Dave's brain could think of to say. He had a million thoughts racing through his head but nothing coherent enough to put in to words.

"Sorry, I never really planned on telling you, I don't even know what it means myself.... I just... I don't want this to change our friendship... You're not gay and I mean you're married... it's just a stupid crush anyway... It won't affect anything.. I promise...."

In retrospect Dave couldn't really tell you why he did it. Maybe it was a side effect of shock, maybe it was pity, perhaps he just did it to get Brad to stop rambling, it probably was the crystal tears he saw running down his friends cheeks, but then again maybe, deep down, he really wanted to. He wasn't sure, all he knew was that one minute he was on his side of the booth listening to Brad talk and the next he had leaned in and captured Brad's lips with his own.

They weren't really kissing just motionlessly sitting there with nothing but their lips connected and their eyes closed. It only lasted a few seconds but to them it had seemed like time stopped.

Dave was the first one to pull away, finally realizing what he had just done. He opened his eyes to see Brad still sitting, eyes closed, as another tear rolled down his face. Dave brought his hand up to wipe it away with his thumb. Brad subconsciously leaned into the touch and Dave smiled rubbing his thumb over Brad's cheek. The guitarist finally opened his eyes and they both sat still, Dave's hand still on his cheek, staring into each other's eyes, searching for what the other was feeling at the moment. When Brad couldn't decipher the hazel pools he voiced his questions instead.

"Why did you do that?" He almost sounded pained with asking, as if he already knew the truth wasn't good but he needed to hear it anyway.

"I don't know." With that answer Brad's head fell and more clear tears fell from his eyes. Dave pushed his chin back up so they were once again looking at each other and he leaned in to place another soft quick kiss on Brad's lips. "But I liked it." The words were ghosted over Brad's lips and he involuntarily shuddered in pleasure. Suddenly he no longer cared if Dave would regret it later or if he wanted any kind of relationship with him at all. In that moment all he could think about was feeling the older man against him, kissing and holding him.

Brad initiated the kiss this time, pressing himself against the bassist and pushing his tongue against the olders lips, begging for entrence. He was granted access and Dave moved his hand to the back of Brad's head deepining the kiss. It was hungry, rough and sloppy as their tongues battled for dominance in each other's mouths. They held on until their lungs burned for oxygen and they pulled apart drawing in deep breaths of air as if they had just finished running a mile. They both sat back against the glass walls behind them and continued to breath deeply as they stared once again into each others eyes. Dave was the first to break the silence.

"That felt good..."

"You're married.."

"She cheated."

And with that they fell back into silence again. Brad sighed and leaned forward placing his hands in his head.

"What's wrong? I thought you liked me, don't you want this." Dave was confused by his younger friends actions.

"Yes I want this!" Brad almost shouted when he raised his head to look at Dave. "But I want YOU to want this too, I don't want you to do it out of pity or to get back at your wife." He paused as his anger turned into sadness. "Don't do it just because you know you can, I'm not a toy, I have feelings too." He started to cry again.

Dave leaned forward, shocked, and wrapped his friend in his arms in a soothing hug. "I do want this. I mean, Yes it is still very new to me and I'm a little confused right now but I don't love my wife anymore and you're one of my best friends. I don't know where this will go but I'm willing to find out If you are." Dave rubbed his hand over Brad's back and pulled him back so they were once again looking in each other's eyes. He smiled and Brad smiled back. They leaned forward and captured each other's lips once more. Dave pushed back so Brad's back was against the wall and continued to kiss him, sliding his arms up and down the guitarist's sides. Brad wrapped one hand around Dave's neck and the other around his back, pulling him closer. When they pulled apart Dave sat on his heels and surveyed the younger man in front of him with lust filled eyes. He reached forward and grabbed the hem of Brad's tee-shirt, tugging slightly so his younger friend got the message he wanted it off. Brad complied and leaned forward off the wall so Dave could pull the material off.

As soon as the shirt hit the wet concrete floor Dave's mouth was on Brad's pale skin, sucking over his collar bone and up towards his adam's apple. Brad tipped his head back to give the bassist more access and let his hands roam over the older man's back. He wrapped his fingers around the bottom of Dave's shirt and pulled it up over his back and shoulders. Dave broke contact long enough to slip it over his head and fling it behind him before re attaching his lips to a darkening red patch on Brad's throat. Brad moaned as his hands continued to explore every inch of Dave's muscled back. Dave felt the vibrations against his lips and snaked his tongue out along Brad's windpipe and up to his bottom lip. He pulled the lip into his mouth and sucked, causing Brad to moan again.

Something about the way Brad moaned turned his partner on more then he'd ever even thought possible and Dave wanted, no needed, to hear it much more. He trailed his finger tips down the center of Brad's chest and to the front of his jeans where he rubbed the younger man through the fabric resulting in another beautiful moan to fall from his lips. Dave continued to stroke his hardening member creating a series of moans and pants to come from deep within Brad's chest. Brad let his head fall back against the glass and closed his eyes tight, enjoying the pleasure of his bandmate’s manipulations.

They sat there not talking, Brad in too much pleasure to form thoughts let alone words while Dave simply enjoyed watching the muscles contract across Brad's stomach and his face contorted in pleasure as a thin layer of sweat began to cover his body while he clutched the ground beside him. A million thoughts were rushing through Brad's head but one seemed more prominent then all the others. Throwing pride and caution aside he reached down and grabbed Dave's hand, stopping the very pleasurable manipulations on his lower half. Dave glanced up quizzically to Brad's eyes, searching for any signs of regret or shame.

"Is something wrong?" What he found instead was lust and a slight tinge of embarrassment.

"No, I just..." Brad blushed deeper and looked down. "Well I wanted.... ummm..."

"What? You can tell me. I don't really think there is anything you could tell me now that would be a shock, unless of course this isn't really a penis in my hand right now...." Dave looked down a little worried and Brad laughed.

"No stupid it's not that."

"Oh thank God." Dave smiled before planting another sweet kiss on Brad's lips. "Then what is it?"

"Well I wanted to know if... well if you wanted to... ya know... now... with me?" The blush creeping across Brad's face hit a very unnatural darkness and Dave couldn't help but grin at the shy behavior of his normally blunt, rude and crude friend.

"Of course I would, maybe not with you but since you're the only one in the phone booth with me right now I guess I'm stuck with you."

"Asshole"

"No not mine, your the bitch" Dave managed to fake being appalled pretty well but Brad had known him long enough to know he was only kidding, well mostly. "Seriously though, are you sure you want to, we can wait, there's no rush."

"No I want to now."

"Alright" Dave looked around at their surroundings. "Umm this might be easier if we stand up."

Brad agreed and the pair untangled themselves and stood up. Dave kissed the guitarist once again while he began to work on the belt buckle and fastenings of the younger man's pants. When they were loose Brad wiggled his hips a little so they fell to the floor and Dave helped his boxers along. Once the material was discarded across the booth the naked man went about sending Dave's right behind it. While he was busy with the zipper Dave broke the kiss to bring his two fingers up to Brad's mouth. The guitarist sucked them in and began sensually coating them with his saliva. Once they were slick enough the now naked bassist withdrew them from the wet crevasse. He reached between the younger man's back and the wall and slide the fingers along his spine and down to his tight entrance. He paused a moment to search his lover's eyes for assurance before pushing one in slowly, followed moments later by the other.

Brad hissed and arched towards Dave's body. His hands came up to cling to the bassist's strong shoulders, digging his short broken nails into the pale flesh and muscle. As Dave slowly scissored his fingers in the tight hole he could feel the taut ring of muscle loosen around him. After a few more minutes of preparation he withdrew his slick fingers causing Brad to moan in a mix of pleasure and disappointment. Dave smiled at the sound and braced his hands on the wall on either side of Brad's head, leaning his upper body in so he could re capture his bandmate’s lips with his own. This kiss was passionate yet hungry as Brad's hands pulled at his partners shoulders, crushing their bodies together.

Once air ran out Dave pulled back, both men gasping. They stopped for a minute, simply staring at each other as they drew in deep breaths, both knowing what they desperately wanted but neither knowing how to make the first move. Finally Dave's horniness outweighed his reservations.

"You ready to do this?"

"Yes"

Dave smiled but let it drop as a thought occurred to him. He looked around the phone booth for a minute before looking down between their bodies. Finally he brought his hand up and cupped it in font of Brad's mouth.

"Spit"

Brad smiled and obeyed his instructions, leaving a nice sized pool of saliva in the palm of the bassist's hand. Dave added his own to the mix and rubbed his hands together. He moaned as he began to stoke himself, coating his length. Once he had transferred all the saliva he could he removed his hand and placed it on the guitarist's hip.

"Here, wrap your legs around my waist, it will be easier"

"Are you sure? I don't want to break my face on the floor when you drop me."

"You're not exactly fat, I think I can manage."

"I'm pretty heavy though, these muscles are huge."

"Either get up here or turn around, your choice"

The guitarist braced his back on the wall and brought one leg up to wrap around Dave's lower back. With the older man holding him up he managed to pull up the other one as well and balance himself on just the wall. Dave lifted him by the hips and lined his thick member with Brad's tight opening. He leaned in and captured the guitarist's lips to distract him as he slowly pushed the head of his cock into the tight ring of muscle. He felt Brad flinch back against the wall and stopped pushing. Brad broke the kiss and turned his head to the side, squeezing his eyes shut to stop the tears from falling.

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" Dave looked at the younger man worriedly.

"YOU THINK" Brad yelled back without turning his head.

"Do you want to stop?" Dave asked softly with a hint of disappointment to his voice.

"No.... just give me a minute alright?"

Dave nodded his head even though Brad couldn't see it and his sight landed on the guitarist's exposed neck. He smiled and licked his lips before leaning in to kiss and lick the pale skin. He heard as well as felt Brad moan quietly and began sucking on a small spot just below Brad's earlobe. The bassist felt Brad shiver and the muscles surrounding the head of his cock began to relax. When he felt it was safe he pushed in the rest of his cock very slowly as the younger man hissed and moaned. Once he was fully seethed in the guitarist's body, Dave held still giving Brad more time to adjust even as the pressure the tight walls provided on his cock was nagging at him to move.

Dave moaned against Brad's neck as the muscles in Brad's ass contracted around his cock as they tried to adjust to the intrusion. He continued to suck on Brad's neck trying to relax him. Finally after several minutes he felt Brad push down on him.

"Ok... you can move now" He slowly breathed out. Dave kissed his neck again and slowly pulled himself about halfway out before just as slowly pushing back in. Both men moaned and Dave continued the action several more times slowly increasing the force behind it.

"Shit.. Brad" Dave moaned out as he continued his shallow pumping.

"Harder" Brad pushed against Dave trying to get him deeper in himself. Dave complied and pulled all but his tip out and slammed forcefully back in emitting a loud curse from both men. He repeated the movement twice more at slightly different angels till he simultaneously heard Brad scream loudly and felt him dig his nails into the bassist's shoulders. Dave smiled and braced his hands on the glass at either side of Brad's head and began to thrust hard against that same spot again and again increasing his speed as the screams and moans Brad was emitting kept getting louder.

Brad tightened his legs around Dave's back bringing him deeper within himself. He brought his hands away from the older man's shoulders and ran them up and down the muscular arms at each side of his head, using them as a bit of leverage to pull himself up and down against Dave. Brad's body was sliding up and down against the glass wall from the force of the trusting, the sweat pouring of his body helping him glide across it easier.

The phone booth was filled with moans, groan, pants and screams. Brad had his head back against the wall and his eyes squeezed tightly shut. Dave had moved his lips back to the exposed neck and began sucking on the skin above Brad's windpipe, loving the vibrations his yelling caused on his lips.

Brad felt the muscles in his stomach begin to contract, shortly followed by the rest of his body. He gave out a "Dave... I'm" as a warning before his entire body convulsed and he screamed a variety of words from Jesus to fuck as he came onto his and Dave's stomachs. The rapid contracting of his ass muscles caused Dave also to lose it, pushing himself all the way in Brad and coming, much less verbally then his partner had. Dave slowly pumped till both orgasms subsided and with not much grace at all they both slid down the wall, Dave still inside Brad.

They lay there in a sweaty mass of flesh, breathing heavily as they came down from the high. Dave watched in awe at the absolute beauty of his younger bandmate.

"I love you." The words were so soft and sincere that for a moment Brad wasn't even sure he really heard them, but the look in Dave's eye told him otherwise and he smiled before whispering it back. Dave smiled and leaned in for a long passionate kiss, there tongues and saliva mingling together as their bodies had.

Finally they pulled apart and Dave reached for his wet shirt to wipe of the essence Brad had left on both of their stomachs. Once cleaned they both went about silently getting dressed in the dry clothes, softy brushing up to each other and smiling as they did so. It was a peaceful, enjoyable silence until a knock on the door caused both of them to jump and turn white. They exchanged questioning glances before Dave moved to open the door, exposing their four other bandmates on the other side. Chester, with his hands over his eyes. Joe with one hand over his and the other over Rob's eyes and Mike with the disappointed parent look on his face, his hands at each hip and tapping one foot.

"It's nice to know that while we've spent the last three hours looking for you two, you've been in here having a gay ole time."

"Oh come on Mike, it's their first time," Chester had moved over to Mike and looped his arms around the Emcee's waist, "Remember when we first started" He whispered seductively and ran his tongue up the Asian's neck, causing Mike to shiver and smile. "Yeah" Mike said almost dreamily as he put one arm around his boyfriend and they began to talk back to the bus.

Dave and Brad walked out of the phone booth and followed behind the vocalists. Dave reached for Brad's hand and intertwined their fingers. Brad looked down at their hands and smiled pushing closer to the bassist.

Rob and Joe were still standing by the booth. Joe had removed his hands from their eyes and instead rested his head on the young drummers shoulder. Rob looked at him and the DJ wiggled his tongue out at him.

"Hell No" and with that Rob took of running and Joe chased after him yelling "Come on Rob we're the only two left, now get back here and let me have my way with you." Rob picked up the pace and yelled, "I hate you" to each of the couples as he ran past them. The 2 pairs started laughing.

"Poor kid, it's not really fair to leave him for Joe." Mike laughed and shook his head.

"We can let him join in with us."

"That's not a bad idea baby" Mike kissed the singer's forehead

Behind them Brad and Dave stopped... "wait does that mean we get Joe?" Dave asked his boyfriend.

"Guys we want Rob you can have Joe!" Brad screamed. Mike and Chester looked at each other and shrugged before Chester called back "works for us."

"Oh thank god, I don't think I could handle Joe in bed." Dave said in relief.

"Yeah me neither" Brad agreed and Dave unlocked their hands and wrapped his arm around the younger man's shoulders, kissing the top of his head as they walked back to the bus.

THE END