“What about her?” Matt asked, beginning to sound supremely pissed off with his younger band mate.

“She’s not my type.”

“Then, who the hell is?” he snapped.

James smirked and took a sip of what he believed to be straight coke, unaware that Matt had added a generous amount of vodka to it earlier on in the night when he wasn’t looking. “My type, is one that you don’t pick out for me.”

“God! You’re so uptight!” Matt announced, slamming his beer bottle down on the bar. “We need to get you laid, mate.”

“No, Matt! I’m fine!”

The brunette shook his head stubbornly, “Uh-uh. You…” He pointed a finger at James, just in case he was unsure of whom he was speaking to. “…are getting someone tonight.”

*****

“You so could’ve had her!” Matt moaned as they both stumbled into the house they shared.

“Yeah,” James agreed brightly, pulling off his coat and throwing it on the stairs. “But, I didn’t want her.” He leaned against the wall heavily. His head was spinning. But, how? He hadn’t had anything to drink all night! “You would’ve moaned if I had gone with her and left you alone.”

“Would not.”

“Would too,” James retorted. “And, besides, if she was so great, why didn’t you go for her?”

He gave a loose, drunken shrug, “She wasn’t my type.” He moved to stand in front of James, and jabbed a finger in the blond’s chest with every word he spoke, “She was yours, though.” He leant in, trapping James against the wall. “You need to relax, Jay. Do something spontaneous once in a while! Shock somebody!” He started as James moved forwards ever so slightly and pressed his lips to Matt’s quickly, then gave him a sly grin.

“Spontaneous enough for ya?” He ducked out of Matt’s trap and started to go upstairs, but Matt trapped him again as he tried to pick up his jacket. “What?” His question was answered when Matt pulled him close and crushed his mouth to James’. Hmm… the younger man mused as he sank helplessly into the kiss. Maybe it paid to be spontaneous…