Death, Drag Queens, Defenestration, and the Damned
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,130
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
A Change Is Gonna Come
Ross thanked Mr. Nelson for helping him with the door to his apartment before maneuvering through it. His arms were filled with flowers that he had been forced to buy, from roses to lilies and what he half-suspected were Venus flytraps. Petals fluttered away behind him, and he groaned. He’d get them up tomorrow. But for now, he thought dropping the flowers unceremoniously on the table and raking a hand through his hair, he needed a drink.
And time away from Alex.
He dialed Alex on his phone as locked the door behind him and headed out towards the street, which was silent but for the sound of the occasional car passing.
As he suspected, he got the man’s voice mail. “Hey, Alex?” Ross asked, lighting a cigarette. “I’ll be home in two hours. I’m going to go get a drink at Tipsy’s. Call me if you want me to bring anything back.” Already, Ross noted dragging on the cigarette, he was beginning to feel like the husband to a nagging wife. He was checking in with Alex. And Alex didn’t even live with him. It was ridiculous.
Ross didn’t exactly like this bar, far too much pool and the food was greasy enough to give a person at least four consecutive heart attacks. Even the salads. But it was the only other bar near his house and probably the only other one within the state that Alex would never step foot in. He could just hear the squeals from that man saying that there were mice living in the walls and that the place would be engulfed by roaches if the power went off for only a minute.
It was only a short walk to the bar and, within minutes, Ross found himself slumped down in front of the bar and ordering the strongest thing on the menu.
Gazing up, Ross found that the bartender was watching him as he worked, pouring in something with his drink and fishing out a lime slice with leather glove tipped fingers to top it with.
“What?” Ross asked, taking the drink he was slid.
“Nothing, it’s just…”
“Just what?”
“Just that you haven’t told me what’s wrong yet. Usually when someone comes in and they’re slumping the way you are, they make casual conversation and it ends up with them telling me their life story – part of the occupation, you have to understand. You haven’t even asked me how I was.”
“It’s nothing.” Ross tipped his drink, drowning it. Then, he pushed his glass to the other man. Laying down, arms founded under him, he shrugged. “Shouldn’t you have other customers to bother?”
The bartender only smiled, flipping his hair back over his shoulder when it escaped into his face and leaned in closer, arms on the counter. “I don’t think you want me to.”
“Sure I do,” Ross assured the man. Then, he pulled back and tried to push the other back by the shoulder with a finger. “Go away.”
“You miss Alex, don’t you?” the man said licking his lips at leisure and pulling a stool up. When asked for a drink, he made it and slid it to another customer before closing in on Ross so that their noses nearly touched. “Feel a little guilty for leaving him at home, especially after that favor he did for you?”
Ross jerked back, standing and taking his drink with him to the other side of the room. “You… you stay away from me.”
“You don’t understand!” the man said following the other out into the room and taking him by the hand tug back. “Now stop that. You’re going to start a scene. I know all about what you’re going through. It happened to me, too. But I know how you can avoid it. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You don’t want to have to kill anyone, right?” the man asked against Ross’ ear. “Now come on. Drinks are on me if you listen.”
Ross stood where he was and seemed to be weighing the possibilities. On one hand, there was a perfectly good chance that he could get out of his whole ordeal. Alive. As well as without having to kill anyone. On the other, Alex would probably beat him for fucking things up and there was no telling what he’d be forced to do then.
The bartender reaching into the pocket of his pants for a card. “Here. I know, it’s hard. You just call me within this week, and I’ll make sure you have some choice in the matter. Zack’s bad about that, giving people alternatives. Oh, and by the way, I’m Macey.” The man extended his hand, taking Ross’ limp hand in his own and shaking. “Why don’t you go now? Alex probably misses you.”
“Yeah… yeah, he probably does,” Ross said licking his lips and pulling away. Gazing down at the card, he nodded, shoving it into his pocket. “I’ll definitely think about it.”
“Good. And, remember, don’t tell anyone. This is just between us.”
And time away from Alex.
He dialed Alex on his phone as locked the door behind him and headed out towards the street, which was silent but for the sound of the occasional car passing.
As he suspected, he got the man’s voice mail. “Hey, Alex?” Ross asked, lighting a cigarette. “I’ll be home in two hours. I’m going to go get a drink at Tipsy’s. Call me if you want me to bring anything back.” Already, Ross noted dragging on the cigarette, he was beginning to feel like the husband to a nagging wife. He was checking in with Alex. And Alex didn’t even live with him. It was ridiculous.
Ross didn’t exactly like this bar, far too much pool and the food was greasy enough to give a person at least four consecutive heart attacks. Even the salads. But it was the only other bar near his house and probably the only other one within the state that Alex would never step foot in. He could just hear the squeals from that man saying that there were mice living in the walls and that the place would be engulfed by roaches if the power went off for only a minute.
It was only a short walk to the bar and, within minutes, Ross found himself slumped down in front of the bar and ordering the strongest thing on the menu.
Gazing up, Ross found that the bartender was watching him as he worked, pouring in something with his drink and fishing out a lime slice with leather glove tipped fingers to top it with.
“What?” Ross asked, taking the drink he was slid.
“Nothing, it’s just…”
“Just what?”
“Just that you haven’t told me what’s wrong yet. Usually when someone comes in and they’re slumping the way you are, they make casual conversation and it ends up with them telling me their life story – part of the occupation, you have to understand. You haven’t even asked me how I was.”
“It’s nothing.” Ross tipped his drink, drowning it. Then, he pushed his glass to the other man. Laying down, arms founded under him, he shrugged. “Shouldn’t you have other customers to bother?”
The bartender only smiled, flipping his hair back over his shoulder when it escaped into his face and leaned in closer, arms on the counter. “I don’t think you want me to.”
“Sure I do,” Ross assured the man. Then, he pulled back and tried to push the other back by the shoulder with a finger. “Go away.”
“You miss Alex, don’t you?” the man said licking his lips at leisure and pulling a stool up. When asked for a drink, he made it and slid it to another customer before closing in on Ross so that their noses nearly touched. “Feel a little guilty for leaving him at home, especially after that favor he did for you?”
Ross jerked back, standing and taking his drink with him to the other side of the room. “You… you stay away from me.”
“You don’t understand!” the man said following the other out into the room and taking him by the hand tug back. “Now stop that. You’re going to start a scene. I know all about what you’re going through. It happened to me, too. But I know how you can avoid it. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You don’t want to have to kill anyone, right?” the man asked against Ross’ ear. “Now come on. Drinks are on me if you listen.”
Ross stood where he was and seemed to be weighing the possibilities. On one hand, there was a perfectly good chance that he could get out of his whole ordeal. Alive. As well as without having to kill anyone. On the other, Alex would probably beat him for fucking things up and there was no telling what he’d be forced to do then.
The bartender reaching into the pocket of his pants for a card. “Here. I know, it’s hard. You just call me within this week, and I’ll make sure you have some choice in the matter. Zack’s bad about that, giving people alternatives. Oh, and by the way, I’m Macey.” The man extended his hand, taking Ross’ limp hand in his own and shaking. “Why don’t you go now? Alex probably misses you.”
“Yeah… yeah, he probably does,” Ross said licking his lips and pulling away. Gazing down at the card, he nodded, shoving it into his pocket. “I’ll definitely think about it.”
“Good. And, remember, don’t tell anyone. This is just between us.”