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"Matt, where do we keep the clean sheets in this fucking apartment?"

The sound of Brian's irritated voice came from above Matt's previously sleeping form, making the younger man groan in annoyance. It seemed like every time Matt got a decent night's sleep with amazing dreams, Brian just had to disturb him with some stupid request about water or Starbucks or now clean sheets. Why the fuck would he need sheets at 1 in the morning, unless-

Realizing things about Brian was never one of Matt's favourite things to do.

"Oh my god, Brian, you can't be fucking serious," Matt groaned, pushing himself up in bed and glaring at his roommate, wanting nothing more than to punch him in the face. "Johnny's only been away for one day and you're already resorting to your hand to-"

"We have sex every day, Matthew! I'm fucking needy right now, the only thing I fucking have is my right hand and... never mind. Just find me the sheets, please," Brian sighed, storming out of Matt and Zacky's room with his dirty sheets clutched in his hands. Matt heard a grunt from Zacky, looking to see his disgruntled boyfriend rubbing his eyes and yawning next to him.

"What the fuck was that about?" Zacky yawned, wrapping his tattooed arms around Matt's broad shoulders and squeezing, pressing a kiss to Matt's neck. Matt shook his head, turning his head to catch Zacky's lips gently before sliding out of his grasp, stretching his arms out once he made sure he had boxers on.

"Brian." Matt sighed, receiving a knowing look from Zacky. "Just go back to sleep, I'll be back in like, 10 minutes,"

Zacky gave a small nod, wrapping himself back up in the duvet and falling almost instantly asleep once more, tired out from the extra hours of work he'd been forced to take that day. Matt strode out of his room, actually hissing at Brian standing next to the airing cupboard where the sheets were kept.

"They're fucking there, Brian! Just fucking take the sheets and go the fuck to sleep!" Matt hissed, his eyes shooting daggers into Brian. The taller, tanned man sighed, giving a high pitched whining noise and fiddling with something in his hands that looked ridiculously like Matt's camera. "Brian, what the fuck are you doing with my camera?"

"Well, you remember when I asked if I could borrow your camera for a night, like, last month or something?" Brian mumbled, extending his hand out and passing Matt the camera, followed by the cable that connected it to the laptop. Matt couldn't keep back his groan of realization, putting the items on the floor and opening the airing cupboard, ripping out the closest sheets and throwing them at Brian.

"You fucking- Brian, why the fuck did you need to-"

"Well, I wanted it on the laptop. I mean, your camera is the only one with HD and the little camera screen isn't enough to see all of Johnny's-"

"Okay, fucking stop now. Take the sheets and just, oh my god, Brian," Matt hissed, his stomach suddenly lurching with the horrific new information that Brian had borrowed his camera to shoot a fucking sex tape to satisfy his needs while poor, naive Johnny was gone for two days on some training thing. Matt turned to leave, stopping as he felt Brian's hand on his shoulder.

"Matt, you know I get needy when he's gone. I needed something, and that something just happened to be on your camera and had to express itself all over the sheets," Brian murmured innocently, trying to cover the fact that he'd borrowed Matt's expensive camera to basically shoot porn.

"Brian, just go back to bed and sleep or something. Or better yet, go disturb Jimmy and get yourself a lovely punch in the face!" Matt snapped as he gestured to Jimmy's bedroom door, not in the mood to hear Brian's excuses at the stupidly early hours of the morning. If he had his way, Matt wouldn't have to hear Brian at all at 1 in the morning, let alone his whining about why he needed sex tapes to satisfy his ridiculous needs. Why Brian had to be too special to watch porn like everyone else, Matt couldn't grasp.

"Matt, there's no need to be sarcastic. Jimmy's still asleep, why would I-"

"Oh, he's asleep, huh?" Jimmy's voice growled from the door frame, his tall frame towering over the two squabbling men. Brian bit his lip, muttering a string of cusses under his breath at the mere sight of his friend. Everyone in the apartment knew the rules; no fucking in the kitchen, no jacking off in someone else's bed, and no waking Jimmy up. The last time the oldest had been woken up, Brian had ended up with a bruised jaw after he 'sassed his elder'. As much as they all loved Jimmy, he was slightly terrifying when he was disturbed from his sleep. And seeing as it always seemed to be Brian that woke him up, the tanned man's stomach was tying up in knots.

"Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"Bri, how many times have I been woken up by you?" Jimmy sighed, rubbing his eyes while using up every ounce of patience he had in his body to force himself not to just slap Brian unconscious and leave it at that. Brian looked down sheepishly, chewing his bottom lip and mentally counting the number of times he'd disturbed Jimmy.

"About 15 times..." Brian mumbled, like a child being told off by a teacher. Jimmy and Matt shared a look of amusement at Brian's sudden drop of attitude, just like every other time he'd been told off by Jimmy. The guitarist hated being made to feel smaller than anyone, thanks to the ridiculous ego he'd developed over the years. Yet the only thing that managed to squash his ego in a matter of seconds was an angry, sleepy, patronizing Jimmy.

"And what is one of the rules, Brian?" Jimmy asked, his tone reminiscent of an owner scolding a young puppy that had just pissed on the carpet. Brian sighed at the floor, twiddling his fingers around as he cleared his throat.

"Not to wake Jimmy up..."

"And what have you done?"

"...Woken you up..."

"And what do you say to Jimmy?" Matt piped in, glancing up at Jimmy's amused face and stifling a chuckle. Brian kept his gaze on the floor, shuffling his feet around.

"I'm sorry for waking you up, Jimmy," Brian mumbled, making Matt finally give in and start chuckling hysterically, which sent Jimmy into fits of giggles. Brian looked up, a confused, hurt expression on his face. "I just apologised to you, what the fuck?"

"N-Never mind, Bri," Jimmy chuckled, patting Brian's bare shoulder. "Just go back to bed and try to keep your moaning down; that's what woke me up in the first place,"

Jimmy coughed his laughter down and ruffled Brian's hair, closing his bedroom door and leaving the two younger men alone once again. Matt bit his lip to stop his laughter, giving Brian the sternest look he could manage.

"Can I trust you to change your sheets on your own without milking yourself all over them?" Matt smirked, giving a laugh when Brian squirmed at his words.

"Oh god, never say that ever again," the tanned man whined, gathering his clean sheets up and backing away from his friend, leaving the filthy sheets in a pathetic pile on the floor.

"You gonna wash these?" Matt called, sighing at the pile as Brian slammed his bedroom door in response. He picked his camera back up before walking back into his and Zacky's room, shutting the door carefully behind himself.

"How many times has that happened?" Zacky's muffled voice came from under the duvet, followed by his head poking out from the top. Matt shook his head, setting the camera down on the bedside table and climbing into bed, pulling his boyfriend close to him.

"Too many to count. Go to sleep, honey, you need it," Matt sighed, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of Zacky's neck. The raven haired man sighed, shuffling backwards and groaning happily at Matt's body heat.

"We need to lock him in his room. What did he do this time, anyway?"

"He shot a sex tape on my camera."

"Only that?"

Matt gave a strained noise at Zacky's words, smacking his arm gently.

"Oh come on, Matt, it's not like we haven't done worse,"

"Not on his camera, we haven't..."

"Well then, we have a plan for tomorrow,"