Mine
Title: Mine
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ben finds out Andrew and Matt are more than friends.
Word Count: 2400
Disclaimer: I dare you to sue me! Muahaha!
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Ben tossed. Unbelievable. How could a tour bus bed be so uncomfortable? Oh wait, that’s why it’s a tour bus and not a five star hotel. And his sarcastic thoughts weren’t helping him get to sleep much either. He sighed dramatically at the ceiling of his miniscule bedroom. He misses his apartment. They’d been on tour so long. It was fun, sure; most of the time, at least. But the road was starting to take its toll on him. He was exhausted, but he couldn’t sleep. The ultimate dilemma. He rubbed his eyes with his knuckles. He could use a glass of water. Or some water to the face. A whole shower, even. He wondered vaguely how Andrew could keep up his good spirits. He wondered how Andrew could sleep so soundly while he was struggling. It made him angry somehow. Like it was a tiny betrayal. They were best friends, weren’t they? They should share everything, including insomnia. “Traitor,” Ben mumbled to the curtains of his enclosure. This line of thought certainly wasn’t helping either. That shower seemed like a good idea…
Ben pushed on his glasses and heaved another sigh before forcing himself up. He threw his legs over the side of his bunk and slid down, his bare feet padding silently down the gently rocking corridor of the tour bus to the back where the small bathroom was located. It wasn’t fancy, more like a glorified airplane bathroom. Ben much preferred waiting to arrive at hotels to take his showers, but under the circumstances he was willing to endure the less than optimal bathing conditions. A curious sound, however, stopped him at the closed door. The sound repeated and this time he made it out. It was definitely a giggle. Who would be giggling in the bathroom at three in the morning (New York time, of course, because as the sun past the closed blinds continued to remind him, it was 2pm in Norway)?
There were rustling sounds and he heard a deep, muffled voice, followed by another giggle and a different voice. That voice he recognized, no matter how muffled. Now Ben was positively aching with curiosity. Andrew giggling in the bathroom at three in the morning with someone else. As his brain ran through the possibilities, he became aware of the fact that the door wasn’t closed fully, and with just the slightest touch…
Ben pressed his eye against the sliver of a crack he’d opened until his glasses’ frames touched the wall. All at once a scene he never could have imagined filled his view.
Andrew leaned back against the sink, cheeks flushed, curly hair tousled, eyes half closed, a sly little smile like only he could make played on his lips. Matt’s long arms pressed back on the mirror, trapping Andrew between them. The tall man pressed his body against the smaller’s, looking down at him with a dark, lust filled expression. Ben’s heart sped up tenfold as he watched Andrew raise a shy hand to Matt’s cheek then pull his face down for a kiss. It was sweet, and gentle, and just a tad bit awkward - just like an Andrew kiss should be. But before he could pull away, Matt fully captured Andrew’s mouth with his own, kissing back deeply, hungrily. Ben watched, frozen still with shock, as Matt pushed his tongue into Andrew’s mouth, devouring and conquering, and the lithe singer let out a little whimper as he wrapped his arms around Matt’s shoulders, bringing their bodies closer together. That little sound, that little whimper, that sound he’d never heard escape Andrew’s lips, sent a shiver straight down to Ben’s groin. A shiver which jolted him out of his stupor and back to reality, making him realize exactly what he was looking at.
Andrew, his best friend since freshman year of college, wrapped around Matt, and they were kissing. Not drunk at a party “lets make out in front of these girls for fun” kind of kissing, but secret-bathroom “lets do this and hope no one finds out” kind of kissing! Real kissing! “What the fuck,” Ben thought angrily. But he wasn’t ready to bust up this party just yet. He was going to stick around a little longer to see exactly what Mathew intended to do to his obviously coerced friend (and it had nothing to do with the mystery erection forming in the Fred Flintstone pajama bottoms he’d borrowed from Andrew).
The kiss continued and deepened even more, if possible. The same cute whimpering noises would escape Andrew every so often. Matt’s hand ran through the singer’s thick hair, then roamed his back, eliciting content sighs from Andrew, then they moved downward, cupping his round ass and Andrew groaned into Matt’s mouth. The action made Ben swallow. Andrew was really okay with this? With letting Matt touch him like… that? More than okay, it seemed, as Matt kneaded the firm muscle and Andrew’s grip around the bassist tightened, his hips beginning to rock forward into his companion’s. The friction caused Matt to moan, low and animalistic, full of need. It frightened Ben to a degree. The taller pushed Andrew back until the back of his head hit the mirror, pushing his hips into Andrew’s as far as they would go, rocking fast and rhythmically. Andrew broke the kiss to gasp and pant. He wrapped a leg around Matt’s thighs, pulling him closer, though Ben couldn’t see how could get any closer. Andrew flung his arms around Matt’s shoulders, burying his face in the bassist’s neck, soft moans and whimpers escaping his parted mouth at regular intervals. Matt was breathing heavily, eyes squeezed shut, unspoken words on his lips, probably from fear of being discovered. Andrew’s whimpers went up an octave.
“Uhn, Matt!”
The exclamation made Matt stop, though from the look on Andrew’s face that hadn’t been his desired intention. Ben could only describe the look on Matt’s face as one of greed. But Ben was feeling his own emotions. Despite his aching arousal (which he didn’t care to analyze just now, thank you), hearing that name come out of Andrew’s mouth made him… Angry. Very, very angry. How… how could he? No, how dare he! How dare Matt made Andre feel this way about him! How dare he take advantage of him! Doesn’t he know how trusting and gullible Andrew is? Doesn’t he know how sweet and innocent, and easily manipulated he is? “Doesn’t he know he’s mine!” And the second that thought coursed through his mind, Ben was shocked. What was that supposed to mean? Andrew’s his? His friend, yes, his best friend, yes, but his? Did he really want to be doing that to Andrew? But before he could answer himself these questions, not only had Matt resumed kissing Andrew, but he was reaching down between their joined hips to Andrew’s… to Andrew’s…
“Uhn!” Andrew threw his head back, eyes closed, lips parted, brow furrowed. Ben couldn’t see from his vantage point, but he guessed from the steady up and down motion of Matt’s arm that he was currently witnessing his best friend being jacked off. By Matt. The name sat heavy on his tongue, like a bad taste. He never realized how much he disliked him until now. So tall. With that stupid afro. And how old was he anyway? Forty? Isn’t he a little old to be touring with a bunch of twenty-something stoners?
“Nnn - yeah!” It wasn’t very loud, but it was just loud enough to send shivers down Ben’s spine. Guttural and low, but filled with that Andrew sweetness, that sunshine happiness voice of his. Andrew dug his fingernails into Matt’s shoulders, but Matt had other plans. With his free hand he pried off one of Andrew’s and lowered it to…
“N-“ The objection caught in Ben’s throat before he could blow his cover. He held his hand firmly over his mouth to prevent further outbursts (and to muffle increasingly heavy breathing).
Andrew matched Matt’s pace and drew out a long, deep groan from his companion. The stimulus made Matt increase his pumping and Andrew was barely able to hold back a cry. He arched his back, rocking his hips into Matt’s hand. Then faster, needier, a sweat building up at his brow.
“Mmf - yeah -“ Matt groaned, “Yeah, baby - come for me - mmf-“
“Fuck - Matt -!“ The cry was high-pitched and too loud. Ben whipped around instinctively, hoping no one had heard.
“Fuck - oh fuck - oh Ohhh! Gnnn!” The rocking stopped, his back arched as far as it would go, shudders running through his slender body with such force that even Ben could see them. He could also see the pearly white of cum spraying Matt’s shirt.
“God - yeah - Andr-!” Matt shoved his fist into his own mouth to drown out his cry as he released into Andrew’s hand.
Ben felt weak at the knees, sagging against the doorframe, his crotch ablaze with his unsatisfied arousal.
Andrew hung limply in Matt’s arms, resting his forehead against the latter’s clavicle. Matt kissed the top of his head and rubbed his back… lovingly? That dark, scary expression had vanished, dissolving completely into the softest, sweetest, most… loving expression Ben had ever seen on him. It was a more profound version of the way Matt usually looked at Andrew: that look of profound admiration and fondness. It all made sense now. Too much sense. How long had this been going on? How long had they been more than just friends? How long had Andrew been hiding this from him? It made Ben’s blood boil. But what angered him even more was the look on Andrew’s face when he finally looked up at Matt. It was tender and pure and full of love. No, it wasn’t anger that was making Ben’s eyes well up. It was hurt. Pain like he’d never felt before. Right in his chest. He couldn’t breathe. Why did this hurt so badly? He should be angry, sure. What kind of normal person wouldn’t be furious that his best friend had hid a relationship from him? But after the anger wore off, he should be happy for his friend, happy that his friend was in l… in l… He couldn’t even bring himself to think. It hurt too much. Of course he wanted Andrew to be happy, to be in love, but not like this. Not with Matt. But if not Matt then who? Some girl? Any girl? Another boy? No, no. None of the above. “Then who?” Ben thought. “Me?” But even though he’d thought it sarcastically, he couldn’t help the flutter that rose in his stomach at the idea. Andrew looking at him that way he was looking at Matt. Kissing him. Touching him. Saying his name through whimpers as he came all over his chest -
“You’re amazing,” Matt sighed, snapping Ben from his heated thoughts.
The older man leaned down to kiss Andrew tenderly. Andrew rubbed the back of his partner’s neck affectionately as they kissed, then crunched his fingers in the tight curls of his hair. He tugged gently on them to pull out of the kiss and beam up at Matt with his classic VanWyngarden grin.
“You’re pretty amazing too.”
Matt leaned down to place kisses at Andrew’s jaw, then cheek, and then ear, before whispering, barely audible to Ben, “When are you going to let me fuck you?”
Andrew laughed, a reaction Ben found surprising. The suggestion had made Ben’s whole body flush, how could Andrew be s carefree about it?
Andrew placed a sweet kiss on Matt’s lips and rubbed his cheek with his thumb. “Soon,” he replied softly. “You just have to, you know, give me time. Go slow. You’ve done this before, I haven’t.”
“I know, but you’re so damn cute,” Matt grinned and nipped at Andrew’s bottom lip with his teeth. “It’s so hard.”
Andrew couldn’t contain the mischievous grin from spreading. “That’s what she said.”
Matt laughed and swatted Andrew’s ass playfully. “Brat.”
“You’re the brat.”
“I’m hungry.”
Andrew pushed up on his toes to give Matt another quick kiss. “Me too.”
Andrew turned to turn on the tap on the sink and wash his hands. Matt grabbed a hand towel and made for the door. The door? Shit, the door Ben had forgotten he was still standing at! Shit, shit, shit! Ben ducked and ran, not bothering to keep quiet about it. He ran passed his bunk and into the kitchenette, where he slid into the mini-booth and grabbed one of the magazines laying around. He barely had time to turn it right side up before Matt came in, shamelessly still wiping his shirt with the hand towel. He stopped when he saw Ben. He looked surprised, but no more than anyone would be encountering someone unexpectedly. “Hey, man, what’re you doing up?” There wasn’t a hint of guilt about him. This wasn’t new to him. They’d been doing this for a while now, hadn’t they?
“Oh, you know, couldn’t sleep.” Ben, on the other hand, was having a great deal of trouble hiding the guilt in his voice. He decided he not to prolong what was sure to be an awkward conversation any longer than he had to. “But I’m feeling pretty sleepy now so I’m gonna go to bed okay ‘night,” he finished in the same breath as he got up and pushed past Matt, a little rougher than he’d intended to.
“Okay, man. ‘Night,” Matt replied with a shrug.
Ben passed Andrew on the way to his bunk. Andrew also looked surprised, but not ashamed. Since when had Andrew become so good at lying to him? The thought stung him and he had to avoid Andrew’s eyes to keep the emotion out of his voice. “’Night, man.”
“Oh, okay… Good night…” Andrew gave a little wave, watching Ben with concern as the latter disappeared into his bunk. Damn him. Andrew always knew when something was up with him. And Ben had thought he’d always known when something was up with him. But apparently not. Apparently Matt was the person Andrew shared himself with completely. Matt is the person who gets to see these special sides of Andrew. Matt gets to hold him and look at him that way. But since when did Ben want any of that with Andrew? Maybe he always had. Maybe he’d always wanted this, but hadn’t realized it. Hadn’t realized that those deep feelings he’d always had for him were… these kinds of feelings. Maybe it’s something he hadn’t realized until now. Ben hugged himself tightly. Another month of touring. And now, a month of knowing that Andrew and Matt were more than just friends. A month of knowing that he wanted to be more than just friends with the singer. Ben shuddered a sigh. This month was going to suck.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ben finds out Andrew and Matt are more than friends.
Word Count: 2400
Disclaimer: I dare you to sue me! Muahaha!
Our feature presentation:
Ben tossed. Unbelievable. How could a tour bus bed be so uncomfortable? Oh wait, that’s why it’s a tour bus and not a five star hotel. And his sarcastic thoughts weren’t helping him get to sleep much either. He sighed dramatically at the ceiling of his miniscule bedroom. He misses his apartment. They’d been on tour so long. It was fun, sure; most of the time, at least. But the road was starting to take its toll on him. He was exhausted, but he couldn’t sleep. The ultimate dilemma. He rubbed his eyes with his knuckles. He could use a glass of water. Or some water to the face. A whole shower, even. He wondered vaguely how Andrew could keep up his good spirits. He wondered how Andrew could sleep so soundly while he was struggling. It made him angry somehow. Like it was a tiny betrayal. They were best friends, weren’t they? They should share everything, including insomnia. “Traitor,” Ben mumbled to the curtains of his enclosure. This line of thought certainly wasn’t helping either. That shower seemed like a good idea…
Ben pushed on his glasses and heaved another sigh before forcing himself up. He threw his legs over the side of his bunk and slid down, his bare feet padding silently down the gently rocking corridor of the tour bus to the back where the small bathroom was located. It wasn’t fancy, more like a glorified airplane bathroom. Ben much preferred waiting to arrive at hotels to take his showers, but under the circumstances he was willing to endure the less than optimal bathing conditions. A curious sound, however, stopped him at the closed door. The sound repeated and this time he made it out. It was definitely a giggle. Who would be giggling in the bathroom at three in the morning (New York time, of course, because as the sun past the closed blinds continued to remind him, it was 2pm in Norway)?
There were rustling sounds and he heard a deep, muffled voice, followed by another giggle and a different voice. That voice he recognized, no matter how muffled. Now Ben was positively aching with curiosity. Andrew giggling in the bathroom at three in the morning with someone else. As his brain ran through the possibilities, he became aware of the fact that the door wasn’t closed fully, and with just the slightest touch…
Ben pressed his eye against the sliver of a crack he’d opened until his glasses’ frames touched the wall. All at once a scene he never could have imagined filled his view.
Andrew leaned back against the sink, cheeks flushed, curly hair tousled, eyes half closed, a sly little smile like only he could make played on his lips. Matt’s long arms pressed back on the mirror, trapping Andrew between them. The tall man pressed his body against the smaller’s, looking down at him with a dark, lust filled expression. Ben’s heart sped up tenfold as he watched Andrew raise a shy hand to Matt’s cheek then pull his face down for a kiss. It was sweet, and gentle, and just a tad bit awkward - just like an Andrew kiss should be. But before he could pull away, Matt fully captured Andrew’s mouth with his own, kissing back deeply, hungrily. Ben watched, frozen still with shock, as Matt pushed his tongue into Andrew’s mouth, devouring and conquering, and the lithe singer let out a little whimper as he wrapped his arms around Matt’s shoulders, bringing their bodies closer together. That little sound, that little whimper, that sound he’d never heard escape Andrew’s lips, sent a shiver straight down to Ben’s groin. A shiver which jolted him out of his stupor and back to reality, making him realize exactly what he was looking at.
Andrew, his best friend since freshman year of college, wrapped around Matt, and they were kissing. Not drunk at a party “lets make out in front of these girls for fun” kind of kissing, but secret-bathroom “lets do this and hope no one finds out” kind of kissing! Real kissing! “What the fuck,” Ben thought angrily. But he wasn’t ready to bust up this party just yet. He was going to stick around a little longer to see exactly what Mathew intended to do to his obviously coerced friend (and it had nothing to do with the mystery erection forming in the Fred Flintstone pajama bottoms he’d borrowed from Andrew).
The kiss continued and deepened even more, if possible. The same cute whimpering noises would escape Andrew every so often. Matt’s hand ran through the singer’s thick hair, then roamed his back, eliciting content sighs from Andrew, then they moved downward, cupping his round ass and Andrew groaned into Matt’s mouth. The action made Ben swallow. Andrew was really okay with this? With letting Matt touch him like… that? More than okay, it seemed, as Matt kneaded the firm muscle and Andrew’s grip around the bassist tightened, his hips beginning to rock forward into his companion’s. The friction caused Matt to moan, low and animalistic, full of need. It frightened Ben to a degree. The taller pushed Andrew back until the back of his head hit the mirror, pushing his hips into Andrew’s as far as they would go, rocking fast and rhythmically. Andrew broke the kiss to gasp and pant. He wrapped a leg around Matt’s thighs, pulling him closer, though Ben couldn’t see how could get any closer. Andrew flung his arms around Matt’s shoulders, burying his face in the bassist’s neck, soft moans and whimpers escaping his parted mouth at regular intervals. Matt was breathing heavily, eyes squeezed shut, unspoken words on his lips, probably from fear of being discovered. Andrew’s whimpers went up an octave.
“Uhn, Matt!”
The exclamation made Matt stop, though from the look on Andrew’s face that hadn’t been his desired intention. Ben could only describe the look on Matt’s face as one of greed. But Ben was feeling his own emotions. Despite his aching arousal (which he didn’t care to analyze just now, thank you), hearing that name come out of Andrew’s mouth made him… Angry. Very, very angry. How… how could he? No, how dare he! How dare Matt made Andre feel this way about him! How dare he take advantage of him! Doesn’t he know how trusting and gullible Andrew is? Doesn’t he know how sweet and innocent, and easily manipulated he is? “Doesn’t he know he’s mine!” And the second that thought coursed through his mind, Ben was shocked. What was that supposed to mean? Andrew’s his? His friend, yes, his best friend, yes, but his? Did he really want to be doing that to Andrew? But before he could answer himself these questions, not only had Matt resumed kissing Andrew, but he was reaching down between their joined hips to Andrew’s… to Andrew’s…
“Uhn!” Andrew threw his head back, eyes closed, lips parted, brow furrowed. Ben couldn’t see from his vantage point, but he guessed from the steady up and down motion of Matt’s arm that he was currently witnessing his best friend being jacked off. By Matt. The name sat heavy on his tongue, like a bad taste. He never realized how much he disliked him until now. So tall. With that stupid afro. And how old was he anyway? Forty? Isn’t he a little old to be touring with a bunch of twenty-something stoners?
“Nnn - yeah!” It wasn’t very loud, but it was just loud enough to send shivers down Ben’s spine. Guttural and low, but filled with that Andrew sweetness, that sunshine happiness voice of his. Andrew dug his fingernails into Matt’s shoulders, but Matt had other plans. With his free hand he pried off one of Andrew’s and lowered it to…
“N-“ The objection caught in Ben’s throat before he could blow his cover. He held his hand firmly over his mouth to prevent further outbursts (and to muffle increasingly heavy breathing).
Andrew matched Matt’s pace and drew out a long, deep groan from his companion. The stimulus made Matt increase his pumping and Andrew was barely able to hold back a cry. He arched his back, rocking his hips into Matt’s hand. Then faster, needier, a sweat building up at his brow.
“Mmf - yeah -“ Matt groaned, “Yeah, baby - come for me - mmf-“
“Fuck - Matt -!“ The cry was high-pitched and too loud. Ben whipped around instinctively, hoping no one had heard.
“Fuck - oh fuck - oh Ohhh! Gnnn!” The rocking stopped, his back arched as far as it would go, shudders running through his slender body with such force that even Ben could see them. He could also see the pearly white of cum spraying Matt’s shirt.
“God - yeah - Andr-!” Matt shoved his fist into his own mouth to drown out his cry as he released into Andrew’s hand.
Ben felt weak at the knees, sagging against the doorframe, his crotch ablaze with his unsatisfied arousal.
Andrew hung limply in Matt’s arms, resting his forehead against the latter’s clavicle. Matt kissed the top of his head and rubbed his back… lovingly? That dark, scary expression had vanished, dissolving completely into the softest, sweetest, most… loving expression Ben had ever seen on him. It was a more profound version of the way Matt usually looked at Andrew: that look of profound admiration and fondness. It all made sense now. Too much sense. How long had this been going on? How long had they been more than just friends? How long had Andrew been hiding this from him? It made Ben’s blood boil. But what angered him even more was the look on Andrew’s face when he finally looked up at Matt. It was tender and pure and full of love. No, it wasn’t anger that was making Ben’s eyes well up. It was hurt. Pain like he’d never felt before. Right in his chest. He couldn’t breathe. Why did this hurt so badly? He should be angry, sure. What kind of normal person wouldn’t be furious that his best friend had hid a relationship from him? But after the anger wore off, he should be happy for his friend, happy that his friend was in l… in l… He couldn’t even bring himself to think. It hurt too much. Of course he wanted Andrew to be happy, to be in love, but not like this. Not with Matt. But if not Matt then who? Some girl? Any girl? Another boy? No, no. None of the above. “Then who?” Ben thought. “Me?” But even though he’d thought it sarcastically, he couldn’t help the flutter that rose in his stomach at the idea. Andrew looking at him that way he was looking at Matt. Kissing him. Touching him. Saying his name through whimpers as he came all over his chest -
“You’re amazing,” Matt sighed, snapping Ben from his heated thoughts.
The older man leaned down to kiss Andrew tenderly. Andrew rubbed the back of his partner’s neck affectionately as they kissed, then crunched his fingers in the tight curls of his hair. He tugged gently on them to pull out of the kiss and beam up at Matt with his classic VanWyngarden grin.
“You’re pretty amazing too.”
Matt leaned down to place kisses at Andrew’s jaw, then cheek, and then ear, before whispering, barely audible to Ben, “When are you going to let me fuck you?”
Andrew laughed, a reaction Ben found surprising. The suggestion had made Ben’s whole body flush, how could Andrew be s carefree about it?
Andrew placed a sweet kiss on Matt’s lips and rubbed his cheek with his thumb. “Soon,” he replied softly. “You just have to, you know, give me time. Go slow. You’ve done this before, I haven’t.”
“I know, but you’re so damn cute,” Matt grinned and nipped at Andrew’s bottom lip with his teeth. “It’s so hard.”
Andrew couldn’t contain the mischievous grin from spreading. “That’s what she said.”
Matt laughed and swatted Andrew’s ass playfully. “Brat.”
“You’re the brat.”
“I’m hungry.”
Andrew pushed up on his toes to give Matt another quick kiss. “Me too.”
Andrew turned to turn on the tap on the sink and wash his hands. Matt grabbed a hand towel and made for the door. The door? Shit, the door Ben had forgotten he was still standing at! Shit, shit, shit! Ben ducked and ran, not bothering to keep quiet about it. He ran passed his bunk and into the kitchenette, where he slid into the mini-booth and grabbed one of the magazines laying around. He barely had time to turn it right side up before Matt came in, shamelessly still wiping his shirt with the hand towel. He stopped when he saw Ben. He looked surprised, but no more than anyone would be encountering someone unexpectedly. “Hey, man, what’re you doing up?” There wasn’t a hint of guilt about him. This wasn’t new to him. They’d been doing this for a while now, hadn’t they?
“Oh, you know, couldn’t sleep.” Ben, on the other hand, was having a great deal of trouble hiding the guilt in his voice. He decided he not to prolong what was sure to be an awkward conversation any longer than he had to. “But I’m feeling pretty sleepy now so I’m gonna go to bed okay ‘night,” he finished in the same breath as he got up and pushed past Matt, a little rougher than he’d intended to.
“Okay, man. ‘Night,” Matt replied with a shrug.
Ben passed Andrew on the way to his bunk. Andrew also looked surprised, but not ashamed. Since when had Andrew become so good at lying to him? The thought stung him and he had to avoid Andrew’s eyes to keep the emotion out of his voice. “’Night, man.”
“Oh, okay… Good night…” Andrew gave a little wave, watching Ben with concern as the latter disappeared into his bunk. Damn him. Andrew always knew when something was up with him. And Ben had thought he’d always known when something was up with him. But apparently not. Apparently Matt was the person Andrew shared himself with completely. Matt is the person who gets to see these special sides of Andrew. Matt gets to hold him and look at him that way. But since when did Ben want any of that with Andrew? Maybe he always had. Maybe he’d always wanted this, but hadn’t realized it. Hadn’t realized that those deep feelings he’d always had for him were… these kinds of feelings. Maybe it’s something he hadn’t realized until now. Ben hugged himself tightly. Another month of touring. And now, a month of knowing that Andrew and Matt were more than just friends. A month of knowing that he wanted to be more than just friends with the singer. Ben shuddered a sigh. This month was going to suck.