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Here I Go Again
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A/N: The songs that I've chosen mainly for this chapter are as follows:
Blow Me (One Last Kiss) by Pink
This Is How We Do It by Montel Jordan
The (After) Life of The Party- Fall Out Boy
Present time
“Nathan! Nathan! Would you just stop for a moment?!”
Whirling around to face the high pitched voice calling after him, Nathan Oliver Taylor, Junior felt disgust flood his senses again. Annabelle had followed him out of the house with nothing but a sheet wrapped around her bottom half and her bra barely covering her bits up top. Just yesterday the sight would have had Nathan rearing to go, but now he wanted nothing more than to throttle her. His desire for her was nil. He was a bit surprised at how NOT heartbroken he was. There wasn’t a twinge of any hurt or anything. Just disgust. Oh yeah. And a deep vibrant anger that some stranger had been fucking in his bed. He was for sure buying a new mattress.
“Get back in the house you fucking moron.” he said, his tiredness showing through in his voice. “Just advertise to the world exactly what you are, why don’t you?”
She’d come closer that he could see the flush and smell the sex on her skin. Her eyes widened at his harsh words. He’d never once spoken to her like that. He’d rarely cursed in front of her too. Why he didn’t know, because he used foul language on a regular basis. Not so much at work, but for sure in his head. Why did he try and hide that from her? Why was he thinking of this right now? Focusing back on the vision of infidelity in front of him, he felt is scowl deepen in disgust. Why the hell was he with her again?
“And what am I exactly Nathan?” she asked acerbically. “I’m your girlfriend who has made a mistake. I am so sorry, but, please, can’t we just talk about this? Baby?”
She was reaching for his arm when Nathan jerked his arm away from her. God, he was sickened by the sight of her. Well and truly sickened
“Nathan?” she asked with a little bit of fear in her eyes.
“Don’t you dare fucking touch me, you worthless piece of shit. And don’t you dare fucking try to start in with that bullshit. You're dumber than you look if you think for one damn second that I would even want to look at someone else’s sloppy seconds. Jesus, Annabelle, I can fucking smell him on you still! And your trying to con me with that ‘let’s work through this’ bullshit?” He scoffed, smiling like a predator about to devour his prey. His voice had held a combination of incredulity and fatigue. But now he was approaching his dénouement. Pause for effect, he thought wryly. Freedom in sight and nerves singing with adrenaline, he softly said, “I never want to see you again. I don’t want to hear you, speak to you, or even smell your disgusting scent. This isn’t me being angry, Annabelle. This is me FINALLY being done with you and all your pathetic bullshit. I’m done. So go back in the goddamn house, get dressed, and then you and your boy toy can get the fuck out of my house.”
Turning back around with a severely self-satisfied smile on his face, Nathan pulled his phone out of his pocket and thumbed to his favorites list. With a swagger in his step he called the first name on the list.
“City morgue, you bag em, we tag em.”
Rolling his eyes at the ridiculous and juvenile 90’s joke Kyle insisted on saying, he said, “Jeez, Kyle. You're such a dork.”
“And that’s why you love me.”
“No. I'm pretty sure I only love you because I have to.”
“Aww. You hurt me Shrek. You hurt me real deep.”
Laughing, he decided to get to the point before his little brother got on a roll, “Hey Ass. I got some good news. Guess who’s got two thumbs and no girlfriend?”
“Umm.. Bob Kelso?”
“Hah. Me, you moron!! I’m a free man!”
“No shit!” came the surprised exclamation. “How’d you manage that? I thought you were to much of a fairy to man up and dump that bitch? What you go get them testicular augmentations, finally?”
“Fuck you, dude.”
“Ah ah ah. I does believe I leave that to you.”
“Yeah, yeah. ANYWAYS.. I wanna go out tonight. I feel like I haven’t done shit in forever.”
“Oooh. Girls night out. Sounds licentious. I’m game. I can even be your DD because I gotta get up hella early tomorrow morning.”
“Oh.” Nathan felt his enthusiasm dampen slightly. “Well, I mean we don’t have to.”
“Why don’t you put a cock in it ok? We are celebrating the shit out of tonight, consequences be damned!”
Returning to his buoyant state, Nathan started his car. “I’m heading to your place now. I didn’t get a chance to change before it went down, so I’m just gonna steal some hot pants and a tankini from you, that ok?”
Kyle laughed loudly. Like he always did. “Yeah. But no need to steal them. You left them here in the first place, queer bait.”
Smirking and reveling in the comfort of the playful banter with his brother, he said, “Whatevs you fairy. I’m gonna let you go cause I’m getting on the road now. I’ll see ya in a bit.”
“Sure thang, chicken wang. Ooh! Brain blast! I’m calling Harrison!” came Kyle’s excited voice right before he hung.
Oh shit, Nathan thought. Well, I DID say I wanted to celebrate.
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Nathan came awake with that sick realization of just how much last night was going to catch up with him today. His throat felt like it’d been massaged with steel wool, his mouth stuffed with the essence of ass and cigarettes and capped off with moldy cotton. His head felt like a fragile pane of glass that someone was attempting to bend, but not with enough pressure to break. It was painful and disgusting and …. Oh my god, there’s a human body next to me, he realized. He couldn’t handle opening his eyes just yet. It could quite literally kill him. Slipping back into a fitful doze, his last conscious thought was that either this chick was ripped or he’d gotten a hottie with a body.
Some time later, a lithe male body dragged itself out of the sweaty room and from the tossing man he‘d gone home with. He could still smell the smoke and sex on him. He didn’t remember who it was he’d ended up with. Risking a glance back, he smiled slightly in surprise. It was nice to know he regretted it a little less now since the guy was pretty hot. What was his name? Dave? Mike? No, but for some reason he was remembering a shortened version of a longer, traditional name. He honestly didn’t care to try and figure it out. Slipping into his clothes that were littered along the path to the front door, he was stunned to see a younger version of the man in bed sitting against the kitchen cabinets with a pink boa around his neck and a half naked girl in a heap right next to him. Despite the regularity of “the morning after” the sight in front of him still made his eyebrows arch and an honest laugh bubble up. At least everyone seemed to have fun, he thought wryly. Leaving the house as silently as possible, Ven McNamara walked quickly to his car and left behind a house starting to rouse itself and promptly went about erasing everything from the night before from his mind.
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Nathan pulled into the 7-Eleven at 10:41 a.m. It was way too early to be up, but he was running way too late to stay in bed. He hopped out and rushed inside, hoping there wouldn’t be a long line to pay so he could leave ASAP. After last night, he was in desperate need for caffeine and nicotine. He hadn’t smoked in six years, since he’d graduated from college. But some kind of animal had possessed him last night and before he knew it he’d blown through half a pack of Marlboro Menthols. He hated the taste, but that first drag was so much better than the sex that had followed, which right now he could only remember hazily.
So here he was running almost an hour late for work and stopping to buy smokes like he was still in college needing to get through the day after cramming all night. Standing in line after grabbing two cokes and a large coffee he rocked back and forth on his heels in impatience. David Bowie came jamming through the stores speakers and Nathan, still apparently in party mode, had to resist closing his eyes and following the orders to just dance.
He smiled at the memories of their night out that it conjured up and, despite how shitty his body was feeling, he was glad that Harrison had joined them. Harrison Caldwell was a long time friend of Kyle’s, having met when Kyle dated his sister. That relationship had ended amicably enough that continuing the friendship between the two guys had not been awkward. If anything it was one of the more continuous and stable relationships Kyle maintained. Harrison was flamboyantly gay in the most subtle way possible. Although he was did not speak with a lisp, call every girl ‘girlfriend’, or strut around in pink all day long, he wore his orientation like a halo. It illuminated him and honestly made him breathtaking to look at.
Harrison was incredibly good looking. He had the classic blonde haired blue eyed looks that screamed old money. His features were so refined and masculine he could be aptly described as an Adonis and Nathan had never denied it. Being bi, he was glad he could see and enjoy beauty in all genders. He was also grateful that neither of them had been attracted to each other. There was no spark, no desire at all. He was sure it would have made things difficult for Kyle’s friendship to have flourished so much and Nathan was very protective of his little brother.
Finally, getting back into his coupe, he turned up his iPod and the sounds of The Killers drifted out and pounded along with his headache in a painful but comforting rhythm. Speeding along Winter’s Freeway, he exited towards Bison Valley Regional Medical Center. Usually, there was a swell of pride when he saw the modernized medical center. It showed how his hometown was progressing and he was a part of the future that was being ushered in. Being on the committee board of Bison Valley Medical Center he was in charge of education and training for the doctors and staff and ensuring that new technology found it‘s way to the small Texas town of Elmwood Creek. It was a job he loved and thrived in because it utilized his desire for more knowledge while allowing him to still interact with both patients and peers. But this morning, along with the pounding headache there was a long familiar hunger deep in his gut. It was always there, but on days like today when he had to acknowledge that he was single (again) it twisted and squeezed the breath out of him. It reminded him of the only one who could ease the ache in his heart, the only one who could satisfy the hunger and the god awful ever present need for love. And on days like today, the only coherent thought that would loop in his mind all day long was that he missed Dylan so, so very much. Pushing it aside like he always did to remain functional, he slipped a cigarette in between his lips and lit up.
Many thanks to all who have reviewed!
A/N: The songs that I've chosen mainly for this chapter are as follows:
Blow Me (One Last Kiss) by Pink
This Is How We Do It by Montel Jordan
The (After) Life of The Party- Fall Out Boy
Present time
“Nathan! Nathan! Would you just stop for a moment?!”
Whirling around to face the high pitched voice calling after him, Nathan Oliver Taylor, Junior felt disgust flood his senses again. Annabelle had followed him out of the house with nothing but a sheet wrapped around her bottom half and her bra barely covering her bits up top. Just yesterday the sight would have had Nathan rearing to go, but now he wanted nothing more than to throttle her. His desire for her was nil. He was a bit surprised at how NOT heartbroken he was. There wasn’t a twinge of any hurt or anything. Just disgust. Oh yeah. And a deep vibrant anger that some stranger had been fucking in his bed. He was for sure buying a new mattress.
“Get back in the house you fucking moron.” he said, his tiredness showing through in his voice. “Just advertise to the world exactly what you are, why don’t you?”
She’d come closer that he could see the flush and smell the sex on her skin. Her eyes widened at his harsh words. He’d never once spoken to her like that. He’d rarely cursed in front of her too. Why he didn’t know, because he used foul language on a regular basis. Not so much at work, but for sure in his head. Why did he try and hide that from her? Why was he thinking of this right now? Focusing back on the vision of infidelity in front of him, he felt is scowl deepen in disgust. Why the hell was he with her again?
“And what am I exactly Nathan?” she asked acerbically. “I’m your girlfriend who has made a mistake. I am so sorry, but, please, can’t we just talk about this? Baby?”
She was reaching for his arm when Nathan jerked his arm away from her. God, he was sickened by the sight of her. Well and truly sickened
“Nathan?” she asked with a little bit of fear in her eyes.
“Don’t you dare fucking touch me, you worthless piece of shit. And don’t you dare fucking try to start in with that bullshit. You're dumber than you look if you think for one damn second that I would even want to look at someone else’s sloppy seconds. Jesus, Annabelle, I can fucking smell him on you still! And your trying to con me with that ‘let’s work through this’ bullshit?” He scoffed, smiling like a predator about to devour his prey. His voice had held a combination of incredulity and fatigue. But now he was approaching his dénouement. Pause for effect, he thought wryly. Freedom in sight and nerves singing with adrenaline, he softly said, “I never want to see you again. I don’t want to hear you, speak to you, or even smell your disgusting scent. This isn’t me being angry, Annabelle. This is me FINALLY being done with you and all your pathetic bullshit. I’m done. So go back in the goddamn house, get dressed, and then you and your boy toy can get the fuck out of my house.”
Turning back around with a severely self-satisfied smile on his face, Nathan pulled his phone out of his pocket and thumbed to his favorites list. With a swagger in his step he called the first name on the list.
“City morgue, you bag em, we tag em.”
Rolling his eyes at the ridiculous and juvenile 90’s joke Kyle insisted on saying, he said, “Jeez, Kyle. You're such a dork.”
“And that’s why you love me.”
“No. I'm pretty sure I only love you because I have to.”
“Aww. You hurt me Shrek. You hurt me real deep.”
Laughing, he decided to get to the point before his little brother got on a roll, “Hey Ass. I got some good news. Guess who’s got two thumbs and no girlfriend?”
“Umm.. Bob Kelso?”
“Hah. Me, you moron!! I’m a free man!”
“No shit!” came the surprised exclamation. “How’d you manage that? I thought you were to much of a fairy to man up and dump that bitch? What you go get them testicular augmentations, finally?”
“Fuck you, dude.”
“Ah ah ah. I does believe I leave that to you.”
“Yeah, yeah. ANYWAYS.. I wanna go out tonight. I feel like I haven’t done shit in forever.”
“Oooh. Girls night out. Sounds licentious. I’m game. I can even be your DD because I gotta get up hella early tomorrow morning.”
“Oh.” Nathan felt his enthusiasm dampen slightly. “Well, I mean we don’t have to.”
“Why don’t you put a cock in it ok? We are celebrating the shit out of tonight, consequences be damned!”
Returning to his buoyant state, Nathan started his car. “I’m heading to your place now. I didn’t get a chance to change before it went down, so I’m just gonna steal some hot pants and a tankini from you, that ok?”
Kyle laughed loudly. Like he always did. “Yeah. But no need to steal them. You left them here in the first place, queer bait.”
Smirking and reveling in the comfort of the playful banter with his brother, he said, “Whatevs you fairy. I’m gonna let you go cause I’m getting on the road now. I’ll see ya in a bit.”
“Sure thang, chicken wang. Ooh! Brain blast! I’m calling Harrison!” came Kyle’s excited voice right before he hung.
Oh shit, Nathan thought. Well, I DID say I wanted to celebrate.
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Nathan came awake with that sick realization of just how much last night was going to catch up with him today. His throat felt like it’d been massaged with steel wool, his mouth stuffed with the essence of ass and cigarettes and capped off with moldy cotton. His head felt like a fragile pane of glass that someone was attempting to bend, but not with enough pressure to break. It was painful and disgusting and …. Oh my god, there’s a human body next to me, he realized. He couldn’t handle opening his eyes just yet. It could quite literally kill him. Slipping back into a fitful doze, his last conscious thought was that either this chick was ripped or he’d gotten a hottie with a body.
Some time later, a lithe male body dragged itself out of the sweaty room and from the tossing man he‘d gone home with. He could still smell the smoke and sex on him. He didn’t remember who it was he’d ended up with. Risking a glance back, he smiled slightly in surprise. It was nice to know he regretted it a little less now since the guy was pretty hot. What was his name? Dave? Mike? No, but for some reason he was remembering a shortened version of a longer, traditional name. He honestly didn’t care to try and figure it out. Slipping into his clothes that were littered along the path to the front door, he was stunned to see a younger version of the man in bed sitting against the kitchen cabinets with a pink boa around his neck and a half naked girl in a heap right next to him. Despite the regularity of “the morning after” the sight in front of him still made his eyebrows arch and an honest laugh bubble up. At least everyone seemed to have fun, he thought wryly. Leaving the house as silently as possible, Ven McNamara walked quickly to his car and left behind a house starting to rouse itself and promptly went about erasing everything from the night before from his mind.
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Nathan pulled into the 7-Eleven at 10:41 a.m. It was way too early to be up, but he was running way too late to stay in bed. He hopped out and rushed inside, hoping there wouldn’t be a long line to pay so he could leave ASAP. After last night, he was in desperate need for caffeine and nicotine. He hadn’t smoked in six years, since he’d graduated from college. But some kind of animal had possessed him last night and before he knew it he’d blown through half a pack of Marlboro Menthols. He hated the taste, but that first drag was so much better than the sex that had followed, which right now he could only remember hazily.
So here he was running almost an hour late for work and stopping to buy smokes like he was still in college needing to get through the day after cramming all night. Standing in line after grabbing two cokes and a large coffee he rocked back and forth on his heels in impatience. David Bowie came jamming through the stores speakers and Nathan, still apparently in party mode, had to resist closing his eyes and following the orders to just dance.
He smiled at the memories of their night out that it conjured up and, despite how shitty his body was feeling, he was glad that Harrison had joined them. Harrison Caldwell was a long time friend of Kyle’s, having met when Kyle dated his sister. That relationship had ended amicably enough that continuing the friendship between the two guys had not been awkward. If anything it was one of the more continuous and stable relationships Kyle maintained. Harrison was flamboyantly gay in the most subtle way possible. Although he was did not speak with a lisp, call every girl ‘girlfriend’, or strut around in pink all day long, he wore his orientation like a halo. It illuminated him and honestly made him breathtaking to look at.
Harrison was incredibly good looking. He had the classic blonde haired blue eyed looks that screamed old money. His features were so refined and masculine he could be aptly described as an Adonis and Nathan had never denied it. Being bi, he was glad he could see and enjoy beauty in all genders. He was also grateful that neither of them had been attracted to each other. There was no spark, no desire at all. He was sure it would have made things difficult for Kyle’s friendship to have flourished so much and Nathan was very protective of his little brother.
Finally, getting back into his coupe, he turned up his iPod and the sounds of The Killers drifted out and pounded along with his headache in a painful but comforting rhythm. Speeding along Winter’s Freeway, he exited towards Bison Valley Regional Medical Center. Usually, there was a swell of pride when he saw the modernized medical center. It showed how his hometown was progressing and he was a part of the future that was being ushered in. Being on the committee board of Bison Valley Medical Center he was in charge of education and training for the doctors and staff and ensuring that new technology found it‘s way to the small Texas town of Elmwood Creek. It was a job he loved and thrived in because it utilized his desire for more knowledge while allowing him to still interact with both patients and peers. But this morning, along with the pounding headache there was a long familiar hunger deep in his gut. It was always there, but on days like today when he had to acknowledge that he was single (again) it twisted and squeezed the breath out of him. It reminded him of the only one who could ease the ache in his heart, the only one who could satisfy the hunger and the god awful ever present need for love. And on days like today, the only coherent thought that would loop in his mind all day long was that he missed Dylan so, so very much. Pushing it aside like he always did to remain functional, he slipped a cigarette in between his lips and lit up.