Chapter 4
	Brian frantically dumped the contents of his rucksack onto the toilet seat, searching for his lippy and eyeliner. Sure he already had a shit load of makeup on, but this called for something more. Something more spectacular. The total Blam Blam. Giggling, Brian reapplied deodorant…just in case… and rifled through the makeup montage. With trembling fingers, he applied darker eyeliner, and a heavy layer of mascara. Eyeing his hair distastefully, Brian snatched up the brush and attempted to make his wild hair more presentable. It was a losing battle however, and Brian ended up chucking the brush back in the bag. He put on more sparkling lippy and smacked his lips together. Standing up, Brian examined himself in the mirror. He was extremely happy he had worn his tight black trousers today, and that tight white top that sat above his belly button. Exactly what he would have worn had he been going clubbing. He grinned at himself for a second, before leaning down and scooping all of his products into the rucksack and throwing it over his shoulder. He exited the bathroom, to see Steve eagerly chatting to David about this, that, and tomorrow. Brian nervously approached Stefan. “Stef, could you do me a favour, and take my stuff for me?” Stefan raised his eyebrows at Brian and took the bag. “How come?” “I’m going for a drink with David.” Brian said, in a wild attempt to use his ‘indoor voice’…the one he didn’t own. Stefan’s eyebrows went up even further. “Really?” “No, Stef. I’m fucking lying. Of course really!” Stef frowned slightly and took the bag. “Alright, keep your fucking shirt on.” “Well I might not *want* it to stay on.” Brian said happily, before catching Stefan around the middle in a quick hug, and scampering off towards David. Steve and David looked up as Brian approached, and David grinned. “Ready?” Brian nodded, beaming. “Yep. Thanks for the ride here, Stevie. Catch you later.” Steve looked on in slight astonishment as Brian followed David out of the studio, a slight spring in his step. Stefan came up beside him, completely silent. “Guess we were right then.” Steve said, sounding more than shocked. Stefan didn’t respond. “Stef?” He looked over and was even more startled to see the look of mingled jealousy and despair on his friends face. “Woah, man!” Stefan shook his head and the look was gone. “I think we should talk.” Steve said concernedly. Stefan shook his head again. “No…it’s fine.” “Stef, you’re one of my two best friends in this world, and I know you better than that. Besides, you’re a crap liar. Everything is *not* fine.” Stefan tried to walk away, but Steve grabbed his arm. “Leave it Steve.” Stefan said tightly. “I will not.” Steve said hotly. “Get your fucking arse on that couch, now!” Stefan glowered at the drummer but obeyed. He threw himself down on the couch and folded his arms. “Now you’re just acting like Brian.” Stefan swiftly unfolded his arms and sat up a tad straighter. Steve came and sat down next to him. “Now tell us, Stef. What’s going on in that head of yours?” Stefan sighed and looked away. “Stef, I’m not going to drive you home until you tell me.” Stefan tried to sink further into the couch, as if wishing he could disappear in it. It was a signature Brian move, and Steve tried to connect the dots. “I saw the look, Stef.” Steve said softly. “You’re jealous, but I’m not sure why. You’ve got to help me out here.” Stefan blinked rapidly and it was only then that Steve noticed the tears the bassist was trying to hold back. “Aw, c’mere, Stef.” Steve leaned over and grabbed the tall Swede in a bear hug. It was an awkward position due to their large stature, but Stefan clung to Steve tightly, his eyes squeezed shut. They sat like that for a minute, before Steve finally pulled back. “Now, you and I both know that Molks is a promiscuous little fucker. He rarely goes home alone, and you two are always fucking like rabbits for England. So what’s changed?” Stef wiped furiously at his wet cheeks with the back of his hand. “That’s all it is, Steve. Fucking. No emotion involved. Just…fucking.” Steve nodded. “Yeah I got that. Horny is Brian’s middle name.” “And…and when he goes home with random people, it doesn’t bother me as much because I know it’s not going to start a relationship. For Brian, it’s the same thing with them…just fucking. He’s only happy when he’s having sex. It’s like he was born to live a life of mere sex. Sometimes I think he’d shrivel up and die if he couldn’t fuck.” Steve frowned starting to see the direction the conversation was heading in. “But Bowie?” “But David…he’s David Bowie, for Christ’s sake!” Stef threw his arms in the air. “How can I compete with that? We’re going to be working with him, he’s not going to be some casual fuck that Brian never sees again. What if they start fucking on a regular basis? And what if—what if worse yet, they fall in love?” Stef swallowed hard. “Well you know Stef,” Steve said slowly. “That wouldn’t be a problem, unless you wanted Brian to be with someone else.” Stefan looked away. “Is that it, Stef?” The Swede was silent a minute before nodding. “Does Brian know?” Stefan shook his head. “No. You—you won’t tell him will you?” He asked desperately. Steve shook his head. “No, but I suggest you do.” Stefan closed his eyes. “I can’t Steve. It would ruin everything. He doesn’t feel the same way, and everything between us is just perfect right now…I’ve tried to be happy with the times I do get to shag him, but I can never be satisfied knowing that the next night he might be with someone else.” “How do you know he doesn’t feel the same way, if you haven’t asked him?” Steve pressed. Stefan shook his head for what must have been the millionth time. “He wouldn’t have gone out with Bowie.” He said darkly. “Stef, that’s because he doesn’t know *you* want him!” Stefan continued his blurry perusal of the room by furiously moving his head from side to side. “Please just drop it Steve. Now you know what’s wrong, so leave it alone.” He stood up. “Will you please take me home now?” Steve sighed and followed suit. “Alright.”
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