[therealbashrossi]

Every word that fell from Eric’s mouth was like acid against his skin. Every sentence that he strung together about him being attention seeking, about him being pathetic, about him feeling bad for him… it was like one punch in the gut after another. “That’s not what it… That’s not how it was, I–Eric–it wasn’t about the attention,” he managed to get out, but before he could really get anything more out Tyson was surging forward and suddenly he was knocked on his ass before he could speak any further. And damn, was that a fucking sucker punch. It must have collided directly with his eye and then his nose, because the latter was bleeding and he couldn’t tell if there was a cut above his eye but he could already feel it swelling, throbbing as it was. His gut throbbed with absolute hurt and he found himself tugging his knees up to his chest as he scooted back to lean against the drawers of his vanity, tears now leaking from the corners of his eyes but not to the extreme quite yet. He ignored the metallic taste of blood in his mouth and covered his head with his hands, shaking it. “I do love you both… I do. I don’t know what else you want me to say, but it’s true. Everything I’ve said is true.” He looked back up at them both, bloody and pathetic, face now wet. “Please, believe me.”

[geniuseric]

Eric just stared at everything that was happening with a blank look on his face, like he was just completely distanced from everything that was happening. This wasn’t happening, this wasn’t real, this couldn’t be happening. He’d close his eyes and he’d be back at Bash’s place, and Bash would be lying beside him and they’d be smiling and Bash would look at him with that look in his eyes and he’d tell him he loved him and everything would fall together. Leaning back against the wall, he put his face in his hands. This was too eerily reminiscent of scenes from his past that he wasn’t quite ready to delve into. “Fuck…” Was all he could say at the moment, averting his eyes, his anxiety spiking.

[tysonbradford-blog]

There was a weight weighing Tyson down at this point and all he could think was that he desperately needed to get out of there. He needed to get away from Sebastian and away from the mess that his relationship had turned into. He needed a stiff drink and something that would make him forget his own name as well as Bash’s. “Enjoy the rest of your life,” he grumbled, rubbing his bruised knuckles as he exited the dressing room and tried his best not to fall apart as he went.

[geniuseric]

therealbashrossi:

The moment that Tyson punched the wall, Sebastian couldn’t help but flinch and step back just a little bit. It was reflex, honestly. But the words that followed honestly just hurt. “You think this is just about sex?!” he yelled back, pain bubbling in his stomach. He wasn’t mad, he wasn’t upset. He was hurt. “Do you think that our entire relationship was a lie? Eric?” he looked down at the other male. “Do you think how I acted toward you was fake? ‘Cause it fucking wasn’t!” He looked back up at Tyson. “I do love both of you, and if you can’t fucking believe that because you think that all I care about is sex, then clearly you haven’t taken the time to get to know me the past four fucking months, Tyson!” He was breathing heavy, and his chest hurt, but he wasn’t done. “Have you seen the people that have thrown themselves at me? If this was about sex, then I would have fucked plenty of other people aside from you two, and I haven’t. If this was just about sex, I wouldn’t have stayed with you for four months.” He looked down at Eric. “If this was just about sex, then I wouldn’t have dated you and asked your permission before we did anything and made sure you were comfortable.” He swallowed and inhaled shakily–he could feel the tears coming but he wouldn’t cry, not yet. He lowered his voice, looking down at the ground. “If this was just about sex, I wouldn’t have told either of you I loved you.” 

Eric had stayed silent, well, besides for the occasional sob that had echoed through the space, barely heard because of the raised voices. “Four months.” Eric started laughing, and he didn’t seem to be able to stop. “FOUR MONTHS! Wow, Bash. You’ve been dating Tyson for four fucking months? And I was just your piece on the side.” He slowly stood up, wiping his face, shaking his head, another bitter laugh echoing from his lips. “This isn’t about sex, no, you’re right. This is about attention. You love attention, Sebastian, and you weren’t getting enough of it. So you sought someone else out, someone who would worship you and love you. You find a boy, you find an innocent fucking boy, you find me, and you let me fucking love you. Because you love to be loved. That’s what this is all about!” A deranged smile was on his lips and he laughed some more, the sound a bitter mockery of the joyful noise that usually left his lips when he was around the man. “You’re pathetic, Sebastian. Absolutely pathetic.” He flinched as he was saying it, and tears began to fall again, shaking his head. He turned to Tyson. “I’m so sorry. If I’d had known…” He turned back to Bash. “I… You’re sad. And I feel sorry for you. But I can’t. I can’t do this.”

[tysonbradford-blog]

Tyson could handle most things. After years of being gossiped about and harassed by paparazzi over all the bullshit in his life, he could deal with most of what was thrown his way. But the things Sebastian was saying - the declarations of love to the both of them as well as the accusation that he had cared for his boyfriend as much as Bash had - brought out something angry in Tyson. He snapped and before he could stop himself his fist - the same one that had just hit dressing room wall - collided with his boyfriend’s, knuckles slamming into the man’s cheek harshly. “You son of a bitch,” he spat out, stepping back from the actor he’d just hit. “Just stop. Stop acting like it’s okay that you lied to me all this time, like you’re some great guy for not fucking every person who swooned for you. If it was love, why couldn’t you stay faithful just to me in the first place? If it was love, why the fuck did you have to go out and find someone else to make you feel whole? You act like I’m fucking out of my mind for thinking this is all fake but you’re the one who’s been lying, not me. You’re the one who’s been fucking some other kid instead of me. So excuse me for being fucking skeptical that whatever the hell we have is actually love.” 

[geniuseric]

“Is this… Is this some kind of fucking joke?” Eric didn’t raise his voice often – in fact, practically never. But in this moment, he burst out, his heart breaking in his chest, stepping back from the pair of them, his back hitting the wall. “Please tell me this is some fucking elaborate joke or even a damn acting exercise.” He stared at the two of them, tears welling up, but anger clear on his face. “You just told me you loved me – this has got to be bullshit. You don’t just tell me you love me after you take my virginity and then it turns out to be some fucking joke because you’ve actually been fucking a fucking celebrity behind my fucking back.” He couldn’t stop at this point. “Someone better fucking explain this really fast because no – I’m not some little fucking fanboy twink –” He spat the word out. “And I didn’t throw myself at him. In fact, he was the one who kissed me. So what is the truth here? Because I sure as hell don’t know anymore. Clearly I don’t know anything. Because here I was actually thinking Sebastian Rossi could actually love me but I guess I was fucking wrong.” He finished his rant and then slid down the wall, his head in his hands, finally just breaking down and crying.

[therealbashrossi]

Bash couldn’t handle it anymore. He couldn’t handle everyone screaming at him, so he quickly stood, trying to stand tall enough so that they would listen. “Alright, alright, alright, can both of you please just calm down so I can explain myself here?” He exhaled heavily, shooting Tyson a desperate look, a pleading look and shooting Eric one that held as many apologies as he could manage. “Look… I’m dating both of you. There. It’s out. It’s said, and yes…” He swallowed thickly. “I told both of you I love you,” he looked between the both of them while he spoke, using an even tone so he could try and work this out properly and not sound like he was blaming anyone. “I feel…” He put his hand to his chest. “I feel so deeply for both of you, I do. And I… I know it ain’t right but I got greedy, okay? I did. And I…” He sighed and averted his gaze down. “But I love both of you, I need both of you, you both make me whole in a way,” he tried, giving them his best pleading look. God, if they could just understand.

[tysonbradford-blog]

Between the other boy’s outburst and Bash’s difficult confession, everything became abundantly clear to Tyson. He’d been in a relationship with someone who was seeing other people as well. And he’d kept it a secret from him. And now all Tyson could feel was that he’d been the world’s biggest idiot. He’d fallen in love with some guy who couldn’t even stay faithful to him. His blood was boiling. He was to scream, to cry, to throw things and let out all the emotions flooding through him in that moment. He settled for a small burst of violence, his fist colliding with the wall next to him in the middle of his furious pacing. A dent was left in the wall and he could see where his knuckles had busted and were bleeding but none of it registered. None of it felt any worse than the feeling of his heart being stomped on. “You love of us both? What the fuck, Sebastian? What the fuck kind of line is that - is that what you pull out when one person isn’t enough to keep your dick fucking satisfied?!”

[therealbashrossi]

Bash was… well, at a loss for words. This wasn’t how it was supposed to turn out. He was supposed to be able to sit them both down and have a discussion about this. Figure it out that way. That was how him and Cassie had decided it would go…. It wasn’t supposed to… He stepped back, dumbfounded as he tightened his robe further around his waist, looking from Eric to Tyson and then back again. “I… I don’t know what you want me to say, Ty,” he said quietly, gaze averting to the floor. 

[tysonbradford-blog]

As he looked at Bash, waiting for some kind of explanation, praying that there’d actually be some reason for this that wouldn’t leave him wrecked, he knew he wasn’t going to like this. There was no explanation being given, just a look of sadness and guilt in his eyes and all Tyson could think was how stupid he’d been. “I want you to say that this is some crazy random happening where this - this - this guy just threw himself at you and you couldn’t stop him. I want you to say that you aren’t fucking around with some little fucking fanboy twink behind my back. Tell me I didn’t just tell you I love you while you’re screwing me over with some other guy.”

[geniuseric]

Eric turned around at the sound of a voice and his mouth fell open. “Oh my god, Tyson Bradford?” He stared at the man, his excitement growing. “Wait, Bash, is this your friend? The one you were hanging out with the other night? You know Tyson Bradford? Holy crap, I was basically raised on your show, I was like obsessed with you, it’s sorta embarrassing.” He blushed slightly. “But oh! I’m Eric, hi, I, um.” He held out his hand to one of his biggest idols, nervous energy pouring out around the room.

[tysonbradford-blog]

Normally, Tyson was all for meeting fans. It had been a long time since he’d been especially popular with people so when people actually recognized him and approached him, he was all for being as friendly as possible. But this was different. This was some guy making out with his boyfriend and quite frankly he was seeing red. “Congratulations,” he all but spat out, eyes narrowed as he glanced back and forth between the smiling boy and the person he’d proclaimed his love for. His atention turned to his boyfriend, jaw set in bubbling jealousy. “What the fuck is going on, Sebastian?”

[therealbashrossi]

Bash had been in the middle of taking off the copious amounts of makeup on his face when he heard the door to his dressing room open. He half expected it to be the stage manager or director come to tell him a thing or another, but when he saw Eric’s face pop out from behind the door he couldn’t help but grin. “Angel face!” he expressed, rubbing off a decent amount of the makeup (only really leaving smudged eyeliner) in a hurry before he moved to stand. “How was the show tonight?” he asked as he moved over to him while tying his robe. He hooked his fingers into Eric’s belt loops and tugged him closer to him, grinning when his body moved flush up against his own. “I missed you,” he whispered before leaning forward and pressing a hard kiss to the younger male’s mouth.

[geniuseric]

therealbashrossi:

Eric had loved the show – per usual. There was pride radiating off of him as he made his way to Bash’s dressing room. Spotting Cassie, he gave her a big hug and squealed. “Flawless as usual, darling!” She grinned back at him, kissing his cheek and hurrying away. Popping his head into the dressing room with a large grin on his face, he saw Bash in the middle of taking off all of the ridiculous amount of makeup on his face. “It was incredible, per usual. I’m so fuckin’ proud of you.” He bit his lip, energy radiating through him. And then there was Bash, so close, so cute, so lovely, and so… His. “I missed you too.” He whispered back after pulling back for air, before diving back in, his hands tangling in the man’s dark curls, tugging slightly.

[tysonbradford-blog]

After the other morning, Tyson had been pretty much on cloud nine. Bash had told him he loved him - loved - and honestly he hadn’t been able to stop smiling. This was perfect. It didn’t even matter that they were still going to have to deal with the distance thing. They were in love and that was all that counted. So he decided to squeeze in as much time with his boyfriend as possible while he was still in town. After informing security that he wanted to see his boyfriend - and that he was indeed Bash’s boyfriend - he made his way back to the dressing room, not bothering to knock as he opened the door. “Surprise, baby. I know we didn’t have plans but I wanted to surprise you and-” He froze in the doorway at the sight of his boyfriend half naked and making out with some other guy rather eagerly. “What the fuck?”

[therealbashrossi]

So...

[therealbashrossi]

I mean… it’s not that big, it’s like half a foot tall? It’s pretty heavy though. I think I’ll put it on my bedside table for luck and all that shit.

[tysonbradford-blog]

You hoping it’ll help you get lucky in bed then, handsome?

[therealbashrossi]

So...

I just bought a golden monkey statue from some shady guy in a trench coat around the corner from the theater. He said it would bring me luck. Well, first I thought he said it would bring me lunch so I was like ay paisano hook me up but then he said luck and I was like I guess I can use that too??? Either way, I got a cool golden monkey statue out of it. 

[tysonbradford-blog]

And where exactly are you planning on putting this golden monkey statue?

[therealbashrossi]

Bash giggled at the other male’s words as he continued to shove the waffle he’d been working on into his mouth. “Who, me?” he asked playfully around a mouthful of waffle, pressing his fingers into his own chest in a mocking way. After chewing and swallowing, he gave the other male a warm smile and gazed at him for a moment before looking down at his plate and running his index finger through the syrup. “You know…” he murmured out. Here it went. “I’m kind of in love with you. You know that, right?” he looked back up at him, his smile much smaller than it had been before. What if he didn’t say it back?

[tysonbradford-blog]

For a second, Tyson wasn’t sure that he’d actually heard him right. Or maybe his brain was only half functioning and he’d just imagined it. But he looked over at Bash and saw the smile on his face - the soft, small smile that wasn’t cocky or teasing - and he knew he’d heard him right. And that had his stomach fluttering around in a way he didn’t realize was possible. And he did the one thing that he could think of in that moment. Moving over, his hands cupped his boyfriend’s face, kissing him deep and slow before pulling back just enough to have their foreheads pressed together. “I’m kind of in love with you too,” he said softly, fingers tracing over his jaw lazily as he placed a few soft, brief kisses against Bash’s lips. 

[therealbashrossi]

When he came back with the waffles, Bash was pouting, his bottom lip stuck out. “I’ll teach you real New York cuisine… and buy you a heater when it’s cold.” Before he went to his waffles he wrapped his legs around the other male again and tugged him against him. “My dumb West Coast boy,” he hummed, reaching down with one finger to scoop up some syrup so he could pop it in his mouth before pressing his lips against Tyson’s. He couldn’t help it, he was pretty much irresistible to the actor when he was around him. He kissed him deeply, making sure he could share the syrup in his mouth before he pulled back and bit his bottom lip, looking down at him teasingly before grabbing his plate and stuffing it between them, unwrapping his legs. “Oh look, waffles~” he teased, not even bothering with a fork and picking one up so he could shove it into his mouth. 

[tysonbradford-blog]

Tyson shook his head a little, a small laugh slipping out as his boyfriend pouted up at him. “I’d rather just use you as my own personal heater,” he replied playfully. Bash could be a little bit of a diva sometimes but he was his diva and that made it all wonderful in his mind. “My silly East Coast boy,” he countered softly as his lips were covered by the other actor’s. He couldn’t help the moan that escaped him, his free hand reaching up to hold the back of his neck as the kiss depended perfectly. It took all his willpower not to just throw the breakfast aside and take the tease of a boyfriend he had right there on the kitchen counter. But then Bash was pulling and eating his waffles as if he hadn’t just caused a bulge to grow in Ty’s boxers. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he mumbled, shaking his head as he leaned back against the counter and biting into his own breakfast.

[dailygrantgustin]

Grant Gustin arriving back in Vancouver, February 2015

[therealbashrossi]

Bash wrapped his arms around the other male and rubbed circles into his back, cocking an eyebrow at him. “And you know…” He leaned down and pressed a languid kiss to the other male’s neck. “If you were in New York more often I’d get to do that more often.” He kissed his neck once more before he moved away from him, biting his bottom lip as he watched him walk away; he needed to get him some better underwear–underwear that hugged his ass instead of drown it. “Psh, when are you going to learn, baby, that I’m always demanding.” He folded his legs and leaned back. “All day, every day.”

[tysonbradford-blog]

Tyson couldn’t help the little hum that left him as he felt his boyfriend’s lips pressed against his neck. It was one of his little weaknesses, one of the few things that could drive him crazy that Bash knew how to work all too well. He pulled back, letting his hand reach up to cup the other man’s face in his palm, a small smile on his lips. “The only thing about New York I’d like is seeing you,” he replied as he moved away. “I’m a West Coast boy,” he said, grabbing plates as he fixed the waffles the way he knew Bash liked. “I like having warm weather all year round and being able to get In-N-Out whenever I like.” He carried the plates back to the counter Bash was sitting on and pecked another quick kiss against his lips. “But you do make it tempting to consider taking up residence on the East Coast.”

[therealbashrossi]

“Good, I would have started to question our entire relationship if you didn’t have my chocolate chip eggos,” he teased, giving him a sly wink. When he moved over to him, Bash kissed him back lazily, wrapping his legs around the other male as he hummed into it. “I missed being with you,” he murmured against his lips. He would admit that LA wasn’t his favorite place in the world, he much preferred his NYC, but he did miss being around his boyfriend more than anything. He nipped at his chin when he pulled back before leaning around so he could smack him on the ass just as the toaster went off. “Go get my waffles, hot shot.” 

[tysonbradford-blog]

A laugh slipped out at his boyfriend’s comment, shaking his head a little. Moments like these were ones where he couldn’t help but think Bash was a little ridiculous but in the best possible way. It was one of the things he loved about the other man. “You know if you were in LA more often we’d get to do this more often,” he said casually, nuzzling his nose against his. He knew it was fruitless, that Bash loved New York more than he’d ever love LA but he couldn’t help but try. He’d kill to spend more time with him instead of them being separated by an entire country. Shaking his head a bit when he felt the smack on his ass, he pulled away and headed over to the toaster. “You’re demanding even in the morning. You know that, don’t you?”

[therealbashrossi]

The previous night had been… fantastic. His energy in the show had been tenfold because he knew that Tyson was in the audience, and he’d been told by his manager that it was his best performance so far. He felt a bit bad for only staying at the stage door for thirty minutes, but with Ty tugging on his back pocket every few minutes to remind him where he should be going it wasn’t that hard to leave his fans. After all, he missed his boyfriend greatly and wanted to spend the evening with him. And the night that followed had been excellent. Homemade food, cuddling (that didn’t last very long before they were yanking their clothes off of one another and stumbling to Ty’s bed) and being able to fall asleep tucked up in each others arms… It was bliss for Bash. 

The next morning had been wonderful as well, lazy morning sex was always one of Bash’s favorite things in the entire world and with Ty it was always fantastic, whether he was topping or bottoming, it didn’t matter. But soon after they were well and spent, Bash’s stomach alerted them both and they had laughed before the actor turned and gave his boyfriend his best puppy dog eyes to get him to make him breakfast. Of course Ty agreed and pulled him into the other room after getting somewhat dressed. So now there they were, Bash sitting on the kitchen counter in a pair of Ty’s boxers, his hair a mess, eyeliner from the previous night smudged on his face and a dopey, tired smile on his face. “You have the chocolate chip ones, right?” he asked seriously. 

[therealbashrossi]

[tysonbradford-blog]

Going to Bash’s show had been a blast for Tyson but the best part had been afterward when he’d gotten to take his boyfriend home with him. He loved the show - Bash was an amazing performer and the musical was one of the more exciting ones he’d seen - but getting some alone time with the other man was far better. He felt guilty for the amount of time he’d spent working on the new screenplay, trying to make things work and potentially get some money invested into the project. He would love to be able to just spend all of his time with Bash but sometimes work just sucked him in. So last night he was trying his best to make up for not being around as much. 

He’d been tempted to just hold onto his boyfriend and keep him in bed with him all day but the puppy dog eyes Bash had given him had him dragging himself out of bed for breakfast. Throwing on some boxers and a tank top, he planted a few lazy kisses on his boyfriend’s lips before leading them both into the kitchen. He rolled his eyes at the question, pulling a box of chocolate chip waffles from the freezer with a look that said ‘you really had to ask?’ before dropping a couple into the toaster. “Please. I know what to keep in the house to make sure my guy stays happy,” he replied, teasing in his voice as he turned on the coffee maker. Once the coffee was brewing, he made his way back over to Bash, leaning down to press a slow, lazy kiss to his lips. “I’ve missed having you around.”

[tysonbradford-blog]

TEXTS ✉ TASH

BASH: Call time. :( I'll see you tonight, okay?

TYSON: Can't wait, baby. Knock 'em dead.

[tysonbradford-blog]

TEXTS ✉ TASH

BASH: Sly dog. ;)

TYSON: I do my best. ;)

[tysonbradford-blog]

TEXTS ✉ TASH

BASH: You're just going to love watching me parade on stage in fishnets and almost naked.

TYSON: Not /just/ that. I mean, I prefer you in my bed completely naked, after all. ;)