Behind the Scenes with Jared McKnight and Britain

Britain tackled Jared from behind, laughing and nuzzling his cheek.

"Some gig tonight, right?! Those girls totally threw us their panties. I don't even know what we're going to do with them, but it was fucking awesome!" He squeezed Jared's shoulder.

"Don't think Nancy would like if I kept them, though. Come on, I'll help you wash off your stupid makeup and we can relax."

Jared smiled, something he rarely did in front of anyone. Britain was almost always the exception to the rule.

"I'm still all riled up," he admitted quietly, his voice hoarse form the concert. He made his way to their shared bathroom. The hotel was big, but like usual they shared a room. It wasn't even a question with them, just something they did. Jared didn't mind. He felt very close to Britain, in ways he wished he didn't.

Together they wiped away their makeup and shook the glitter from their hair. Soon they were no longer Jared McKnight and Britain of Killer Conclusions; they were just Diego and Britton, two friends standing in a bathroom.

"I don't wanna sleep just yet," admitted Britton, sitting on the edge of the tub. "I could call Nancy or something, but she's prolly asleep--how 'bout you and me just hang out? We can do whatever."

He grinned. "You know, I didn't get to call Nancy last night either--only in the morning."

"I told you," Diego began, but he knew finishing wouldn't make a difference. He had told Britton they weren't going to do it anymore. He really had. A million times, even. But it didn't seem to matter. "...never mind. If you're going to...then I'm going to go downstairs and get something to eat while you're busy."

He hoped Britton took the hint. Somehow, he doubted he would.

"What, I haven't seen you getting any action either," he pressed, shoving Diego's shoulder. "Why not? We've always done it. I'll put on a porno, it'll be great."

"...you know that I'm gay," he replied, raising an eyebrow. He didn't wear his sunglasses around Britton, but he was always sure to cover up his neck. He and Britton didn't talk much about the incident, and that was for the better. "Your pornos don't work for me. Besides...I get plenty of action."

It was almost hard not to laugh at the obvious lie.

Britton frowned disapprovingly.

"Yes, I suppose you can get whatever action you want--I thought you people wanted marriage, too? Though that doesn't really matter right now..."

He glanced toward the bedroom. "Maybe I can put on something bisexual on my laptop? Like, a threesome? Is that okay?"

Diego sighed, not bothering to hide his discontent at the outcome.

"It can have no less than two men," he replied insistently, being pushy this time. He wasn't going to stare at breasts if he didn't have to. Though, he knew he would probably end up staring at Britton more than the porno anyway. Even if he tried to stop himself.

"Yeah, that's what I meant," he said, grinning. "I'll go set it up."

Diego got up and followed him, trying to slick back his unruly, curly hair. He kept it shaved on the sides, with long braids from the nape of his neck. Girls liked it. But he wasn't interested in them, unfortunately for them.

He almost hoped he couldn't get it up. His mood was gloomy enough.

"Wanna watch a movie after this?" asked Britton casually, pulling off his tight pants and his briefs. "Goddamn, that feels better--why do people even wear clothes?"

He sat on the bed with his laptop, browsing a porn site.

Unfortunately, gloomy mood or no, just seeing Britton was enough to make him hard. Diego felt shame wash over him, immediately followed by reassurance that it was just because he was gay. It wasn't because he felt anything towards his best friend, it was just that his best friend was really good looking.

"...did you say something?" he asked, hoping Britton found that porn soon.

"What do you wanna do afterward?" he asked, grinning. "I'm not tired--I'll only fall asleep if I can cuddle something."

"After, I'm going to find something to eat," he said. "Then I'm going to bed."

"Then cuddle me," he insisted, patting the space on the bed next to him. "It's not like you've got a girl to be jealous--man, I'm sorry, a man to be jealous."

He moved to sit next to Britton, apprehensions, as he always was, about the whole ordeal. He wondered, if Britton really didn't know how he felt. It seems impossible that he didn't, yet if he did, he never said anything.

"Hurry up," he mumbled grumpily.

"I can tell you aren't getting any, because then you'd know you aren't s'posed to hurry," he teased, laughing. "Come on man--I'll even, like, help if you want, or whatever."

"Help?" he yelped, frowning deeply. "Why...would I need help? I don't need help. I'm fine," he insisted, refusing to look at Britton. This was even worse than he had thought. He should have just left.

He snorted.

"Whatever man--I just figured we did it before, so why not? What, do you want me to be your girlfriend first? This doesn't count as sex, you know--it's like making out. You can do it with friends and it's not a big deal."

Diego sighed. Britton ad such twisted, specific ideas about what "sex" really was. It was annoying, sometimes. Particularly when Diego had such strong urges to take advantage of it. It was hard now to.

"Britton, just turn in the porn," he said, an edge to his voice.

Britton obliged, handing Diego a small packet of lube. He squeezed his into his hand and began to jerk off as soon as the people on his laptop screen took off their clothes.

He leaned back against the wall, so close to Diego that his long bangs brushed his shoulder.

Diego tried not to look at Britton or the people on the screen as he wiggled out of his pants. He also tired not to think about why he was so hard. It was awful.

Diego was much more slow with himself, much more calm and careful and relaxed. He laid back, resting his head on the pillow as he stared at the ceiling.

"Hey," said Britton, pressing closer to him and grinning, "You busy?"

Diego furrowed his eyebrows, looking away from Britton. He refused to look at him. Refused. He wouldn't even think about him, not even a little bit.

"'S been a while since I've had Nancy around, so if you'd help, I'd appreciate it." He nuzzled Diego's shoulder.