A stifled giggle came from Matt's room as Charlie walked past to get to his. There was something familiar about that laugh - it was a girl. Maybe just sounded like a girl he knew.

He was about to open his bedroom door, when the girl let out a moan - now that definitely sounded familiar. Charlie listened intently, trying to identify the owner of the voice.

'Ohhh, mm, Matt..'

Charlie's eyes widened. It couldn't be. Could it? He rushed downstairs to find James moonwalking around the small kitchen. He stopped and looked at Charlie's sullen face.

'Oi, cheer up mate, it might never happen.'

'I think it just has.'

James stopped and put on a face of seriousness. 'Come on, tell Uncle Jimbob.'

Charlie laughed, before frowning again. 'James, do you know who Matt's with?'

'No idea. Why?'

'Cause.. well.. oh God, supposing I'm wrong? But I swear to god it sounds like he's fucking MY GIRLFRIEND!'

'Er, Charlie. Are you OK? Seriously, do you think Matt would do that?'

Charlie thought for a second. 'No.. no, I suppose you're right,' he agreed. 'It sounded like her though.. so much. I guess I'm just overreacting.'

---

Matt couldn't help but feel guilty. He'd just screwed his best friend's girlfriend - he had been out for the night, drinking as usual, when he'd bumped into her.

Except this time, he took it too far. 'Fuck.' He kicked the edge of his bed. Thought about what he had done. Wondered how he would get over this guilt. Prayed that Charlie wouldn't find out what he'd done.

---

'Where's Matt?'

James looked up at Charlie from the TV. 'Gone out.. bloody Beer Matt.'

Charlie grinned. 'So how are you and Kara?'

'Yeah, we're great. How about Camilla?'

'Hmm.' Charlie thought for a moment, concern growing across his friend's face. 'Well, I mean we're fine, you know, but I still have this feeling about the other night.'

'Oh, come on. Matt just would NOT do that. We've both known him long enough to know that. Quit worrying.' He smiled.

There was a crash upstairs, indicating the return of Matt with another bird he'd picked up.

'God, where does he get these girls from?!' Charlie exclaimed.

'We'll never know. Anyway, I think I'll stick to my one, much easier.' They both laughed.

---

No. Not again. Fucking hell, what am I DOING?! That's both of them. But they were so good.. he almost envied his two friends. He snapped back to reality.

He sat, muttering to himself. 'NO, Mr Beer Matt. No more drinks for you.'

'Hey mateage, you alright?'

Matt stood up, startled, guilt waving over him again. 'Yo.'

'So what's your secret?' - Matt's eyes popped out of his head - 'I mean, how do you get all these girls?' Matt sighed with relief, although guilt still remained.

'Oh, er, I.. you know.. pick them up. At bars and stuff. It's er, a bit stupid really.'

Charlie nodded. 'You missed this thing on TV. Interview with Kelly Osbourne -'

'- oh dear Lord, help us!' Matt exclaimed.

'No, wait for it.' Charlie continued. 'The interviewer mentioned us, and she actually apologised, cause she said she's seen us playing live, and she wants to take back everything she said about us.'

Matt snorted, before bursting into hysterics. 'I do honestly think' - laugh - 'that is the first time' - laugh - 'that she has been nice about ANYONE!' He punched the air. 'Woo, yeah.'

Charlie gave him an uneasy smile. 'Anyway, yeah, I thought I should tell you about that.'

---

'I thought he said he wasn't going to drink again?' James watched as Matt walked out of the door.

'Hmm. Anything good on TV?'

'Nah, not really.' James picked up his acoustic and strummed the first song that came into his head. 'You feel like writing?'

Charlie grinned. 'Yeah, OK.'

---

Their new song was interrupted by the usual bang upstairs as Matt made like a missile through his bedroom window to the floor, along with tonight's girl.

'You know, I don't want to sound like a pervert, but I might see if he's got a hot chick,' James giggled.

'Oh my God, yeah.. threesomes.'

The pair burst into laughter. 'Come on,' James whispered. 'Let's go.'

They tip toed up the stairs towards Matt's bedroom. Or rather, love room. James peered through the keyhole to see the back of a naked girl.

'Oooooh.'

Charlie covered his nose and mouth with his hoodie and held in a laugh. 'Anything good?'

'Yeah, it's -' A look of dismay came over James' face. He opened the door and screamed, 'WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!'

Matt, who had his back turned to the door, whirled around. Rage fired in James' eyes, and Charlie stepped forward to see what was going on.

'FUCKING HELL..' he started, not quite sure what to say. He stood in the doorway, mouth hanging open, completely shocked.

It was James who broke the silence. 'You fucker. I can't fucking believe you! You know what? Charlie suspected this, he mentioned it to me, and you know what I did? I stuck up for you. I said 'no no, Matt wouldn't do that.' And I walk in here, and there's YOU, on a fucking bed, about to fuck BOTH of our girlfriends! You are one fucked up loser.' He turned to Kara. 'And as for YOU! What the fuck are you doing with HIM!?'

Kara opened her mouth to speak, before bursting into tears. 'Fuck, what AM I doing?'

'You're being a fucking whore, that's what.'

'James..'

'I really do NOT want to hear it. It's over. Really, over.' Tears rolled down James' cheeks as he spoke, anger making him feel as if he was about to burst. He clenched his fists, and decided to storm out of the room before violence took over.

'Camilla, fuck..' Charlie managed.

'Oh God. It's o-over?'

'For now. Until I sort myself out.' He, too, started to cry silently. He felt torn inside, like someone had ripped his heart out and stuck it back down his throat. 'I can't fucking believe this. Any of this. Matt, you go and fuck who you bloody like, see if I care.' He turned to escape from this hell.

'Excuse me, but why were you spying on me anyway?!'

'ACTUALLY, *I* wasn't! I didn't have anything to do with this - you'll have to ask James about that one. And somehow I don't think he'd appreciate your presence right now. And neither do I.' With that, he walked out of the door to look for James.

'FUCK IT!!' Matt punched the wall, tears pouring down his cheeks. 'UGH JAMES IS FUCKING RIGHT, I AM A FUCKED UP LOSER!'

'No.. you were drunk. Oh fuck, I'm going home.' Kara hastily pulled on her clothes and left the room quickly. Camilla followed suit.

Matt jumped onto his bed, pulling the covers over his head, letting all his feelings go in his tears. He had a feeling this was going to be a long, miserable night.

James sat on the side of his bed, sobbing. 'Fucking hell, I can't believe he's such an asshole.'

'I know.' Charlie sat himself down beside him.

'But.. but.. why did our fucking GIRLFRIENDS go and do that?! It's not just him. I mean, they were all drunk, but still. Fuck.'

Charlie put his arm around him. 'Look, James..'

James looked at him. 'What?'

'This is going to sound weird.. erm, oh God.. well.' He leaned over and kissed James right on the lips. He pulled back again, but James grabbed him and kissed him back. Charlie's tongue slipped into James' mouth, while James moved his hand down to the button on Charlie's trousers.

'Mmm.' Charlie moaned as James undid the button and slipped his hand into Charlie's boxers. 'Oh God.'

'Does that feel good?' James asked, smiling.

'Mm, fuck yeah.'

James paused for a minute to take off Charlie's hoodie and t shirt, then his own Sic Puppy tee.

'Shall I?' He motioned towards Charlie's trousers.

'Go on..' James ordered him to stand up and stripped him of his baggy jeans and blue boxers, before returning to his hard cock. His own erection needed assistance, but he'd worry about that after.

He licked his lips. 'So. Exactly what do you want me to do?'

'Just.. uhh.. suck it.. mm.'

James grinned, and plunged in for the kill, as Charlie closed his eyes. He licked the head of the shaft, then took the whole thing into his mouth, moving his head up and down.

'Fuck me.. have you.. done this.. before?' Charlie asked, in between moans.

Pausing for a second, James managed a quick 'no'.

'Then you're natur.. ally gifted.. MMM.'

As Charlie's breathing quickened into harsh pants, James moved his head faster, taking in as much of Charlie's huge cock as he could manage.

'Mmm, fuck.. are you.. ready for this?' Charlie panted.

A groan emerged from James, indicating his approval. Seconds later, a loud moan escaped from Charlie's mouth, as he prepared for his climax.

'MMMMM OH GOD, YES MM FUCK!!!' He squirted his load straight into James' mouth, as James struggled to keep sucking his friend's eight incher.

He pulled away at last, licking his lips hungrily as Charlie collapsed on the bed. 'Fuck, that was amazing.' No girl had ever sucked him right through his orgasm like that.

James grinned, hoping Charlie would return the favour.

'So,' Charlie started. 'I, um, I'd better get started, eh?'

Grinning, he pulled off James' three quarter lengths and white boxers, and grabbed his stiff dick. Almost as long as his own, he admired it briefly before running his hand up and down, up and down.

James moaned softly. He couldn't believe this was his best friend jerking him off, but it felt so good.

'James, old boy. You deserve a fuck in the ass.'

James' eyes widened, and he muttered 'dear God' under his breath, before Charlie positioned him on the bed.

'You ready for this shit?' Charlie whispered in his ear.

'Fuck, yeah..'

Closing his eyes, he waited, as Charlie got ready. Charlie was nervous himself, but he no longer cared. All he wanted was to feel himself inside James.

He grabbed his now erect cock, and rubbed James' hole, while James whimpered, anticipating the pain he knew he would feel first.

Charlie pushed forwards slightly, sliding into his friend's ass.

'Oww, fuck man,' cried James, twisting his face in pain.

'Sorry..' Charlie ventured further inside.

Suddenly, pleasure took over all senses of James. 'OH FUCK!!! MMM!'

'That nice?' Charlie smiled.

'No.. it's fucking mmmm.. azing.. uhhhnnn..' He felt Charlie's dick start to slide in.. out.. in.. out.. in..

James knew he was going to explode soon. 'Uhh, fast.. er..'

Charlie obeyed his plea, and continued to move in and out, faster.. faster..

'OH MY FUCKKKKK AAAAAHHHH MMMM OOOOHHH!!!!' Cum covered the bed underneath James, and Charlie carried on riding him through his orgasm, until he too, screamed with pleasure. Sperm shot into James, and they both moaned loudly before collapsing in pure exhaustion. Charlie pulled himself out of James and kissed his neck.

'Mmm.. Charlie, we've got a mess to clear up.' James pointed to underneath him, and Charlie smiled.

'Ah, I think I can take care of that..' He ducked under James and licked up some of the cum. He gestured to James to help him, to which James nodded and assisted Charlie in clearing up his own cum.

It was finally all cleared, so James reached over and kissed Charlie. 'Wow, I never knew you liked men,' he finally said.

Charlie laughed. 'I could say the same about you.'

'I guess.. I just never mentioned it. I don't know, it just seemed embarrassing in a way, and I didn't want the band to split up just because I like the cock and the pussy.'

'Best of both worlds is the way to go.' They both laughed.

'But,' James continued, looking serious. 'I think the band may just have split up for another reason.'

'Ugh. You know what? I don't fucking care any more. I'm not quitting Busted just because my so called best friend slept with our girlfriends. I mean, yeah, what he did was wrong, but he was completely drunk. I just.. know, that he didn't mean to do what he did. But THEM..'

'Skanks.'

'Yeah, those WHORES. Fuck, we're better off without them, James. I mean, look what we just did.' They both grinned. 'And you know what? I'd like to do that again some time.'

'I'm with you on that one.' James smiled and leaned over to kiss Charlie.