A/N I'm so glad people are enjoying this I decided to pop out another short chapter from Otabek's POV. Ah, it feels so good to be doing this again. Chapters will probably be fairly short while I get back into the swing of things, but I hope they;re still enjoyable regardless. Don't forget to feed the author! Comments fuel my confidence and produce more chapters ;p
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~Miss P.
Chapter 2
"Where've you been, we had to tear the set down ourselves." Otabek, still trying to tame his hair, approached his bandmates and gave them a slight frown.
"Sorry. Something came up." He muttered and bent to heft up a speaker.
"Uh-huh. What was his name?"
Otabek leveled his friend, and lead singer of their band, a stoic expression. "I don't know what you're talking about."
A long finger thrust at his face and dark brows arched over blue eyes. "Liar!" He grinned triumphantly but Otabek seemed unphased by his friend's accusation. Instead of responding, he turned and walked the speaker to their van, sliding it inside next to the others.
"You know he won't talk about it, JJ. Why are you even trying? You've known him longer than any of us." Leo sighed, wiping a bit of sweat from his forehead after finally finishing stowing his drums away.
JJ dropped his arm and looked back over his shoulder with a brief frown before his eyes rolled and his grin was back. "I have to live vicariously through you guys now that I'm all engaged to the love of my life."
"Aren't getting cold feet already, are we?" Emil, a tall young man with a short trimmed beard joked, slinging an arm over JJ's shoulders.
"Never." JJ's grin widened and the three laughed.
Otabek, however, hadn't been listening to any of it after he'd walked away from them to the van. His body was still tingling from the closet-time activities, and he really had to fight hard not to let a smile twitch his lips. It was difficult keeping up his poker face sometimes. His hand pushed back through his hair again, nails scratching the back of his scalp; still sore from all the tugging the little blond had done. Had he not been in the middle of fucking him, he might have been worried about going bald he'd pulled so hard. His lips did move then, just one corner pulling up in a slight smirk before it was gone again. Wouldn't do to let the others see; they'd never leave him alone then, especially JJ. He'd never understand what fascinated him so much about his sex life, such that it was. One would think someone with a fiancee would have better things to think about.
His hand dropped to his side and he took a short breath before helping Leo fit the rest of their equipment away. He liked busy work, it let his mind wander and he was able to get things straight in his head before he did anything else. That extra, careful time allowed him to make less mistakes, and he appreciated less of those in his life. Lately all that had been on his mind was studying for finals so that he passed high school with high enough grades to keep his scholarships. Not that he should have been worried about that, Otabek had never really struggled academically. It's how he'd gotten the scholarships in the first place. But just barely. One little slip and he would have had to find another way to help pay for college. He wasn't a genius or anything, but he kept his grades up.
But now that it was over, and he had the summer to look forward to before classes started up again, he had needed something a little… different.
And then sharp green eyes and medium-length blond hair had caught his eyes and Otabek hadn't been able to see anything else. That little smirk pulling pink lips, like he knew exactly what had popped up in Otabek's mind, before the cup obscured his face. He'd felt his groin twitch at that smirk, and he watched the lights reflect off that pale hair as he turned and walked away, knowing he needed to get his hands on him. Really, it must be a sickness how drawn he was to blonds. He paused, a concentrated frown furrowing his brow as he thought about it. He was pretty sure he'd never even been attracted to anyone that hadn't had blond hair before. Otabek actually felt a pang in his chest about it, like maybe he was being unfair to others just because they didn't have his prefered hair color.
"Beck? You okay, man?" Leo's voice shattered his thoughts and Otabek's eyes darted to his. He nodded and cleared his throat.
"Guess I might be tired." He muttered, and Leo smiled.
"Okay. It's been a long week. Understandable."
"Yeah."
He shut the back of the van up and turned towards the others, watching Emil and JJ laugh about something he probably wouldn't have joined them in laughing at. They laughed at some weird things sometimes….
"Hey, could you spot me five? I'm out of cigarettes, and yeah, yeah, I know. Give me one last summer to be irresponsible and I'll give it up. Please?" Leo leaned back against the van, hands together in a pleading manner, and watched his bandmate reach back for his wallet and freeze. Dark brown eyes went wide, his gut twisting with panic, and Otabek turned to look at the house they had been playing at. The party was still wild as ever, but the frown on his face was deep.
"Damn it." He grumbled, and shot Leo a scowl before he started walking back, determined. "I'll be right back."
He had to push his way through the sliding glass door to get into the house, and then pause as he tied to remember where the hell the closet even was. It must have fallen when the blond was retrieving the condom and he'd completely forgotten about it after what had happened. To be fair, he hadn't been thinking all that clearly after what they'd done. After tasting that sweet smelling skin, and sliding into that slick, tight heat. Still an idiot. He slipped past a couple going at it against the stairs and made it to the second floor. It was still dark up there, but far less crowded. Second door to the left, that had to be it. He hoped. He stalked up to it and reached for the knob before he paused. What if he was still in there? How long had Otabek been gone putting things in the van? It was bad enough he'd snuck his phone number into the blond's phone—and still wasn't all that certain why he'd done that in the first place. He really needed to work on his post-sex impulses—, but seeing him so soon after a quick fuck… wouldn't that be weird?
He huffed and turned the knob, pulling the door open and actually feeling disappointed that it was empty. He grunted and looked at the floor, eyes searching for the familiar black leather bifold. He squatted down on his haunches and rifling through shoes and what was possibly camping gear scattered there but coming up empty. His shoulders slumped and he dropped back to sit on his heels.
"Son of a—"
"Oh, Beck, please don't tell me you got robbed after sex." Otabek jumped, standing quick enough all the blood rushed from his head and he saw stars.
"No!" He denied with far more ferocity than was needed.
Leo chuckled. Otabek hadn't realized the guy had even followed him, but he really wanted his heart to return to his chest from the spot it had lodged in his throat the moment Leo had spoken.
"It… dropped it."
"And someone took it with them, it looks like." Otabek looked a little deflated at that, shoulders drooping all over again and Leo put a sympathetic hand on his shoulder.
"Did you get a name?" His face flushed and his lips pursed. No, he hadn't gotten that far…. He groaned and placed a hand over his eyes, head tipping back as Leo patted softly.
"Maybe we could ask around if anyone knows the guy?" He suggested, trying to help. Otabek appreciated it, he really did. But he also sort of wanted to crawl in a hole and bury himself with his stupidity.
After fifteen minutes of asking random people if they had seen a short, slight blond guy in a black hoodie and dark jeans, Otabek was fairly certain he'd never see his wallet, or his money, again. God, he was an idiot. If he'd only taken it out himself… but the blond had been so eager, and he'd responded so well to direction….
Dejected, Leo walked him back to the van, speaking softly to him that maybe they'd get lucky and find it soon. Or at least maybe the guy who had probably taken it. Otabek didn't speak, just got in the van and waited for JJ to drive him home, flat out ignoring the string of probing questions. Finally Leo changed the subject and Otabek was allowed to brood in relative peace. He'd been planning on getting a couple much needed parts for his bike with that money, but now he had to start all over again. Maybe he could get a summer job… that he'd have to take the bus to every day.
He took a shower when he got home, made himself something to eat and drank a full bottle of water before he fell face first into his mattress. All thoughts of the dirty little blond were gone by then, replaced with remorse and a hint of regret, and his mind raced on what to do about his missing items. After about an hour of fretting and berating himself for not being more careful with his possessions, he slipped into a restless slumber; just as the sun began to creep over the horizon.
