What was Murphy actually asking here? Kissing was one thing but a bed implied other things altogether. Heath's mind swirled, he had no idea how to answer and Heath was not used to being this unsure, it made him nervous, and nerves made him say silly, often inappropriate things.

"I wonder what those fangirls would think about you luring a bloke to your motel room? They'd probably be totally freaked out, it is pretty creepy." Ah shit, he hadn't meant to say that. Murphy threw him a filthy look and climbed out of the truck, slamming the door. Crap. Heath jumped out and followed him to the door.

"You were the one that followed me up here," Murphy said venomously as he turned the key in the lock and opened the door. "Was it just to be a jerk? To make fun of me? To tell me I'm a creep?" Liam threw the key on the table and turned on Heath who had followed him into the room.

"I didn't mean it," Heath said.

"Then why say it?" Liam said in exasperation.

"I dunno," Heath shrugged, giving no clue as to what he was thinking.

"God, you drive me crazy," Liam said with frustration as he pulled his boots off and hurled them at the floor. It felt like for every step forward they took, they took two back, but each retreat grew more maddening because the memories of the steps forward were getting better and better. Right now Liam wanted to strangle Heath.

"Likewise," Heath returned with a smirk. Damn Heath and his irresistibleness, but Liam was determined not to let that devil-may-care look weaken his resolve, even if his treacherous body was betraying him that this very moment.

"Get out Heath." Ignoring that completely, Heath closed the gap between them and pressed himself against the other man.

"C'mon Murphy, don't be like that, you know you want me." Heath attempted to kiss the stubborn rock star but he turned his face away.

"No, I don't," Murphy ground out.

"Well," Heath said reaching down and pressing his palm to the front of Murphy's jeans, "your cock says different." Liam couldn't help the lustful noise that escaped his lips. Heath popped open the button, slid the zipper down and plunged his hand down Murphy's pants before his nerves could get the better of him. He'd never done anything like this with a bloke, but Heath knew what he liked himself so he'd start with that and figure the rest of it out as he went. Murphy grew harder in his curled fingers as Heath slid them up down the silky skin. This was brilliant, Heath soon learned he could make Murphy make all sorts of wanton noises.

Liam's awareness was reduced to the hand around his cock and the building pleasure it caused. His mind spun with the sensuality of it all, he needed an anchor and he found in by sinking his teeth into the flesh above Heath's collarbone. Liam's hips bucked forward involuntarily, God, he was so close now.

"Heath, I can't-" Liam panted.

"So don't," Heath breathed into his ear. And that pushed Liam over the edge. Knowing Heath was so close and so attuned to him, he knew he could let go. Waves of pleasure rolled over him as he found his release. Liam rested his forehead on Heath's shoulder, his thoughts floated with blissful satisfaction and his breath came in pants. There was a moment when Liam could've been embarrassed by this but they were finally pushing past their boundaries and he was determined not to take another backwards step. He lifted his head and looked Heath in the eye.

Murphy's cheeks were flushed with colour, Heath loved seeing him undone like this and knowing he was the cause made it oh so sweet.

"How was that, huh?" Heath said victoriously, "still gonna try to tell me you don't want me?"

"No," Murphy said with conviction and then he captured Heath's mouth in a savage kiss. The look in his blue eyes when he pulled away, made Heath shiver with anticipation. "Now it's my turn," Murphy purred before shoving Heath hard in the chest and knocking him down onto the bed. Heath wondered if he'd bitten off more than he could chew. He just hoped Murphy wouldn't, he did seem to have a thing about teeth.

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Sunlight peeked in between the curtains as Liam woke. He felt the warm body in the bed beside him, it was Heath. Heath Braxton was here in his bed, and damn it felt right. Liam propped himself up on his elbow to look down at the other man, admiring his handsome face. He decided he liked Heath when he was asleep, he was much less infuriating this way, though maybe not quite so much fun... Beside him, Heath stirred and opened his eyes, and thankfully, he didn't look horrified when he remembered who he was in bed with.

"Morning," Liam said before leaning in for a quick kiss.

"Morning," Heath mumbled back, with Murphy's lips pressed against his own.

"Sleep well?" Liam asked as he traced his fingers over Heath's tattoos.

"Yeah..." Heath said, sounding as though this surprised him. Heath glanced down to where Murphy was tracing his tatts and his mind was cast back to the night they'd had that wonderful fight.

"Do you really think my tatts are shit?"

"No, I think they're hot," Liam said, leaning down to press his lips to the ink on Heath's chest.

"Really?"

"Yeah, very macho," Murphy grinned, "and you're gonna need 'em when we go home." Shit, Heath hadn't really thought about that. How would they play this? What would his brothers say?

"Do you really think my music sucks?"

"I've never listened to it," Heath said distractedly, images of his brothers laughing faces still loomed in his mind.

"Prick!" Liam said, hitting him lightly.

"What? It's kind of new agey isn't it? I'm more of a classic rock fan." Heath gave Murphy the sweetest look he could muster.

"You're lucky you're so hot," Liam conceded, leaning down and kissing Heath's mouth again. God, he loved being here like this with Heath.

"So what are we gonna do now honey?" Liam asked Heath. A frown settled on Heath's face.

"For starters, never call me that again."

"Alright...jerk," Liam said, he'd remember this for later. Next time they fought, which of course they would, he could use sweet endearments as a weapon.

"That's better bitch," Heath grinned. "Let's stay for a few days. You've already got the time off and I can't hold down a job, remember?"

"Sounds good." Liam was glad of Heath's lack of responsibility, he himself had never been big on it until he'd hit rock bottom. He hoped Heath would never have to go there. "Is our epic fight playing on your mind?" Liam asked lightly, this was the second time Heath had bought it up this morning.

"Kind of, in a good way. Remember how I snogged you?"

"You mean how I snogged you?"

"Please, you were totally at my mercy."

"That's not quite how it happened. As I recall, you couldn't handle it because you were still sooking."

"Yeah because you wouldn't tell me about the pills, actually you still haven't."

"Oh my God. We're not seriously gonna go there again are we?"

"Not if you just tell me why." Liam was having possibly the best morning of his life and he didn't want it ruined.

"Fine," Liam submitted with a smirk and taking Heath's hand said, "come take a shower with me and I'll show you."