Rocking Toby
Pick up the Phone
Hey guys! So, managed to fix chapter three, so I can get on with writting chapter 4 tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing what you guys think.
Thanks Lisa for the review. Made my day :D
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There was something wrong, even Ethan's brain registered that when he saw the blonde sag against the older man. It didn't look like he was trying to press closer, more like he was unconscious. Some guys just couldn't take the heat of the crowded dance floor. He slowed, thinking that there was no point in trying to wrangle a dance , when he saw Leatherman grab the blonde's ass and bring him up to rub against his own front. Now that wasn't behaviour from someone who intended to help a fainted clubber.
Getting out his sharp pointed elbows, Ethan jabbed his way over to the couple.“Need some 'elp there mate? Seems like yet partner fainted.” A slight scowl flickered over the other man's face. To Ethan's amusement, along with the bad leather wear, he was also sporting a moustache.“No, my boyfriend can't take the heat very well.”“Oh yeah?” If blondy was that guy's boyfriend, Ethan would eat all the junk in his flat. “Well let me tell one of the bouncers, they can let him lie down in the back room then.”“NO!” Now Mr. Moustache was looking angry. “Just fuck off alright. I'll deal with him.”“I don't think so. I think 'is friend would be really concerned if some stranger left with 'is unconscious mate.” Ethan grabbed the blonde man's arm, his head had lolled to the side and he was strangely pale. This was definitely not just a heat faint. “And I don't think ya want the owner's knowing that yer spiking customer's drinks with rape drugs.”Leatherman turned first red, then white and tried to make a quick get away. Unfortunately for him, Ethan knew all the bouncers, there were perks to being famous and one always had to be sure that one was protected from crazed fans if need be. He gave a quick signal and then grabbed more securely onto the blonde male, that was hanging bonelessly over his one arm.He lifted him into his arms and carried him over to the bar where Mark was still nursing his one and only Budweiser. Ethan always mercilessly teased him about his love for the American beverage...it's not like one could call it beer.“Oy Mark...need a 'and 'ere.”“Fainted fan?” Ethan shook his head and tucked the blonde more securely against his upper body.“Some fuck up drugged him. He's out like a light mate. S'pose we should take 'im to 'ospital. Dunno if its dangerous or not.”“It's probably safe enough for him to sleep it off. He here with anyone?” Ethan looked over to the table, but the other man had disappeared...what a rotten friend he was.“Was, other guy ain’t 'ere anymore. Guess I'll take 'im 'ome.”“To your filthy place? You have to clean it, otherwise he'll die from the bio hazard in your flat.” Ethan just snorted and adjust the man in his arm who had started snoring softly. He walked towards the exit, knowing that Mark would follow and call him a taxi. “Seriously Ethan, you're at least going to have to throw away the food that is starting to develop its own life and your filthy clothes...at least get a bin bag and a hamper.”“Yeah yeah, whateva Mark. Ain't like 'e will mind. I can do it tomorrow.” He put Toby into the car and buckled him in, then climbed in the other side.Once he was in the apartment, he stripped the blonde down to his boxers and then tucked him into bed. For a second he thought about sleeping on the couch, but then decided against it. The couch was covered in old underwear, take away boxes and comic books. He stripped himself down and climbed into bed next to the other man.…....................................................................Toby woke with a groan. His brain felt like cotton wool, he couldn't remember much from the night before...had he drunk so much? Did Max have to drag him home, maybe even pay for the taxi on his own? He turned, his head giving a dull throb and his body coming into contact with something warm and naked. He scooted back quickly...no matter what had happened, Max wouldn't be in bed with him naked. Not in a million years, Max still slept in Superman onesies...and had made Toby swear on threat of death that he would not tell anyone.
So whoever it was, it wasn't Max and he was pretty sure he wouldn't end up in bed with any of his other band mates. What had he done last night? Sitting up, Toby attempted to pry his eyes open further, but they felt crusty and slightly leaden. He struggled to sit up, somehow his appendages didn't seem to want to cooperate.After a ten minute struggle he had managed to swing his legs off the bed and stand. He peered over at the other person still fast asleep in bed, but all he could see was a mass of black hair. Toby wondered whether it would be more awkward to stay and see who he had gone home with or to just disappear without having the morning after conversation....not that he had ever had that conversation and then again....wasn't his ass meant to hurt.Letting his gaze sweep around, he noticed the huge mess and shuddered. There were unmentionable amounts of old food leftovers, dirty laundry and THINGS lying around. If the person he'd gone home with...going by the flat it was a guy, no girl would live in such squalor. If they had taken him and let him sleep off his alcohol without taking advantage, Toby should do something nice for them as a thank you before he disappeared. His mind made up he found a bin bag and a laundry basket and started tidying up. While he was at it, he flipped the kettle on, maybe a nice cup of tea would get his sluggish brain working again.Having cleaned the flat as well as he could under the circumstance, Toby picked up his jeans (that he had found flung under the bed) and pulled out his phone. He had 45 missed calls, all from Max. There was something definitely off about that. Hitting the call button, the phone only rang twice before Max picked up.“Where are you?! Are you ok?! Fuck I thought you were dead. I only went to the loo and then you were gone.” Max sounded panicked, Max never sounded panicked.“Max calm down, I was just dancing and then.....” Toby frowned to himself, and then what...he couldn't remember. He definitely hadn't drunk that much before he went dancing.“Exactly and then you were gone!! And you didn't answer the phone. That creepy guy must have slipped you something. Are you ok? Seriously do you need me to call the police? Pick you up anything?!”“I'm fine Max really. My head is killing me but otherwise I'm good. I don't think he raped me, but maybe he was trying to kill me by leaving me in his flat.”“You're still in his flat?! GET OUT OF THERE!! Jesus Tobes, if nothing happened maybe he's locked you in and wants to keep you as a sex slave or something?” Toby just stopped himself from snorting and then froze as the dark head in the bed moved. Shit maybe Max was right, maybe he should get out of there.
“What did the guy look like?”
“Uh...creepy, dressed all in leather, dark hair...I tried not to look at him too much myself.”